Kuro no Maou

What would a general adventurer party do if they bowled with more than fifty orcs in the streets?

First of all, no doubt, 90% of the parties are a fleeing choice.

Though the oak has a low hazard rank of 2, it exerts the power to defeat even large monsters as long as they become a group as people do.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call this large group that you can compete head-on with the Orcs and absolutely win at Adventurer Rank 5.

Even rank four parties, which can be commonly called first-rate, will not have a definite victory unless they avoid frontal confrontations if possible and use numerous measures that should be done by adventurers, such as surprise raids and unintentional strikes, traps, break-ups, etc.

If that's the case, there's a very low chance of bowling in with adventurer parties that can stop the orcs rushing down the streets here right now, like whether there's a Rank 4 party even after ten encounters.

However, they all met in only one glance, as if they had been born to an unhappy star.

I ran into him a hundred times and wondered if he was there once, to a rank five party.

"Doraaaaaaaa!!

The one person who can roar so mightily that he scratches out the roar of the oak is Ky, who holds a boneless double-edged sword.

His body was in the universe with momentum, pointing his cuttings to the ground, no, to the brain of the oak, and yet plunged into the middle of the enemy group like a downpouring meteor.

Kai suddenly stopped the sickling binoculars (bicorns) just before the collision and decided to make the big leap out into the air with the momentum they had left.

No horseback riding is required in a riot, and all Kai, the swordsman of the Rank 5 party Wing Road, needs is a single sword, as its class name suggests.

"Big Break (Break Impact) Huh!

It was truly a shock as if the meteorite had fallen.

The masterclass martial arts "Big Break Destruction (Break Impact)" rolled out of Kai's Great Sword double-broke the oak that stood at the landing point, no, crushing it from head to toe to wood pieces of dust.

Blades aren't the only ones that are powerful. The shockwave produced by the additional effects of martial arts spreads, blowing together the orcs that line the perimeter.

A shout mixed with amazement, vigilance and anger echoes the calamity that literally came down and gushed.

In the next moment, that dissonance was joined by a scream of the Terminator.

"Hey, what's up, Temera! Orcs sell ferocity, come on!!

Even if a person's language did not speak, Kai had already bladed a new prey while giving him a mouthful that would only convey the nuances of provocation.

For each bone stick Orc holds, he blows his torso with a blow of a great sword waved at the horizontal giraffe.

It wasn't just one thing, it was two things together.

Ugoah! Hey, I don't know what that means, but only anger conveys. Raise the roar and the oak surrounding Kai begins to move back into the fight.

Even though he was running blood, his eyes became even more red, and an oak shook up the murder weapon in his hand with prized power killed him to Kai.

There's nothing to collaborate with, but a swordsman in line won't have thirty seconds before a series of furious attacks that take advantage of numbers that don't even skip each other.

"Yeah, yeah, it's not funny if you lose it!

But Kai doesn't even have a scratch on those attacks.

By contrast, the blades are only unilaterally slammed into the orcs that line them up.

That battle isn't streamlined enough to be called "soft and rigid," but rather, Kai pushes it with the same, no, more power fights than the oak.

It's purely fast to avoid an attack, so it's simply powerful to be able to defeat an oak with one blow, that's all.

But that was the Galblaze, responsible for the corner of the Sparda Four Nobles, the ‘minimum’ of qualities that a worthy being should have to bear its family name.

"If it's a power battle, you can't lose!!

Without the benefit of martial arts, escort or fortified magic, the swordsmanship conveyed by Galbraith is established, assuming this superhuman power, in which the true, human race, Kai, can defeat orcs and power battles head-on.

Most importantly, to the extent of wild oak, it is not possible to draw the sword moves dedicated exclusively to the superman from Kai.

As soon as he uses it when he first jumps in, Kai waves his sword as he pleases without activating any martial arts, slashing and throwing away the oak one after the other.

"Whoa, more coming - whoa!?

Surprised Kai, who plays the big standaround by showing his spare time,

Gawwwwwwwwww!!

and it was a huge black shadow coming out of the air just like my earlier self, blasting a familiar growl somewhere.

Stepping down in front of Kai with several oaks underneath him was a giant monster producing red furry two-tone colors on the black ground and long razor-like ears from his head.

"He managed to pun!

That's about a month ago, a vicious Rank 5 monster who slammed down all the monsters in the northern Galahad Mountains and the Prince of Sparda to the bottom of fear, in ancient language, takes the meaning of 'anger' to its name,

"Larspun, you really are a badly remembered fool, a big fool, a muscle fool"

I'm heartbroken, Saphir gets his favorite magic book (spellbook), The Code of Immortality (Immortal Bind), over pseudo-Slape Neil, as he leans over to Kai.

It is not brutal instincts, but this one girl, that this angry warcraft now obeys.

Once again Larspun was resurrected by Hydra, who, like the Galblades, named the Sparda Four Nobles, and the one-child psychology (Necromancy) that passes on there.

There are two things that make that look different than it was in life.

That the lost right arm has grown firmly to the tip of your finger since the time of the encount.

But it's not Larspun's original arm, it's a giant handful (gauntlet) that houses a dull steel glow - no, a completely indispensable mechanical arm (machine arm) packed with steel up to the bone marrow.

Though the ancient weapon and the right-hand part of the large golem, excavated from the ruins of Avalon, was one of the precious materials held by Saphir, it seemed unnecessary to follow this into this rank 5 monster.

No, I'd rather not be able to keep up with Larspun's ability to fight, if not so much material.

And the other difference is the eye.

The eyes, which were so red and so ferocious that they could not be compared to the blood-running eyes of the orcs in the herd here, had turned into the same shade of purple crystal (amethyst) as the girl of the Lord, who now had a cool face behind her.

It is the magic of darkness, the source of false life force common to me (Simobe), or the deceased (undead), used by the necromancer.

Letting purple eyes gleam spookily, Larspun jumps to the oak with the same ferocity as he did in his lifetime.

The self-propelled left arm, which boasts a substandard force, and the right arm of steel, which is resurrected from time immemorial, ravages with an overwhelming force, like a mockery of a power-proud oak.

"Dangerous! Hey Safi, you just aimed at me!!

"The controls were still a little sweet, chip"

"Tongue pounding. Nah!!

Occasionally, Larspun's rigid arms blur at Kai waving the great sword next door, but he is able to avoid fighting each other at critical points.

A boulder would be something like rank five party collaboration (teamwork).

"Whoa! I'm more scared of you than I am of orcs. Scare!!

before a giant fist blushing his nostrils again, when he put a kerchief mixed with haste and resentment on Larspun's unspeakable giant,

"- Thunderstorm Electric (Line Force Blast) Huh!!

In front of Kai, lightning struck.

To the dazzling flash of blindness, the rumblings that just broke the tympanic membrane - but the most deadly damage would have been caused by the orcs caught in a bunch of thunder pouring down over it.

What burst here is the advanced range attack magic of thunder, Thunderstorm Electric (Line Force Blast), an orc with only pure physical ability, has no reason to prevent this.

"Shull! You must be too close to dropping it! If I was taking another step, I would have hit it, I would have hit it a little!!

"Whatever. Avoid that temper."

It is Charlotte, the third princess of Sparda, famous for her great-grandmother, and famous for her magical talent, who responds to Kai's slight burning of her upside-down blonde hair in a way that is not bad at all.

Lined next to Saphir, who manipulates Larspun lightly as if he were moving a pawn in a board game, Charlotte began a further offensive magic chant at the crossing of her nose while putting up her favorite short wand (Wand), 'Crimson Bolt'.

"Whoa! If you're going to shoot a blast, aim a little farther!!

Even Kai, the brain muscle of a swordsmanship idiot, hears the chant of attack magic behind his back from day to day.

Kid in front of the gate I remember so much that I can instantly discern the kind of magic that is going to be released from the sound of that chant just when I read the Unlearned Sutra.

In other words, Charlotte is once again about to unleash her favorite lightning attributes and her favorite blast-based attack magic.

As the name suggests, the red design wand and the shimmering golden eyes are all geared to the point where Kai is fighting the oak.

"- Thunderstorm Electric (Line Force Blast)"

"So stop the sole. Whoa, whoa!!

Thus, the orcs are slaughtered either without leakage or crushed or struck by lightning.

From the advent of the Oak Legion to this time now, when we start scattering and breaking, it's roughly enough in time.

Nero's predictions were a big win.