Kuro no Maou

"Bye, Will - tell your brother I'm sorry,"

The voice of a friend screaming words of apology, goes far.

Leaving his back in an iron door that would not open, Simon sat down on the spot to collapse.

"... here's what I had to do"

In a narrow tower where the hustle and bustle of battle echo like some other HR, Simon leaks a potpourri and solitary.

"Now I'm glad..."

I have no regrets about this choice.

If I kept trying and making mistakes in front of the door like that, everyone on that spot would be surrounded by monsters and irrevocable.

So I said to myself, "Forsake me" with courage. Don't let a friend tell you, I had to tell you myself.

If you don't, that sweet-hearted prince will regret it for the rest of his life. You must keep seeing this moment as a nightmare for the rest of your life.

Above all, he's the second friend I've had a short relationship with, but a corner. At least I wanted to be manly and dress like one. To name a friend, I wanted to show my shameless attitude and readiness.

Looks like there are no shards of masculinity, so much so that he was mistaken for a girl, but nevertheless, Simon did have a guy named The Man's Will.

"Here, now... ugh... ugh..."

But that's the best I can do because I put up a vanity in front of him.

Unlike a single knight, brittle, grumpy, ready to die.

If one person is left behind, the overflowing tears cannot be stopped and the whimpering continues to leak out of his throat.

"No... no... help me, brother..."

Simon cried.

Unfortunately, miserably, I cry and cry like a toddler.

I sneezed and distorted my adorable face and wet my cheeks with large tears that fell zero without a stop.

"No, I don't want to die... not yet..."

But there's a noise that literally knocks Simon to the bottom of his disappointment.

Gatsun, the intense striking sound is different from the iron door you carry - it echoes through the door that leads to the ground floor where the monster has already broken in.

What I could see from the gap in the distorted steel door was a rough breathing oak knocking on the hammer (mace) as he ran his eyes blood.

"Hi-"

Simon shrugs himself with fear before the manifestation of death that finally appears.

But I didn't dive through the dead line until today to Dada.

Survival instincts poke and move the body.

In addition to the sniper rifle already in hand, Yatta Glass Duplex, a prototype rifle that had been placed on the dimension pouch was also removed.

The long yatta glass in this narrow room is not a valid piece of equipment, but it stays out judging it better than not.

The rifle was loaded with five bullets, plus a memorable dagger at the gunpoint, ready to intercept as much as possible.

"Mr. Suse protected me... I have to fight... don't give up, to the end,"

The body that was trembling with terror until just now also regains its wonder and calm when you hold the gun.

Already, Simon with the gun is not an alchemist, he's a sniper. It's an exact class of archers who shoot their prey pale across the gunpoint.

"I'll do my best. Until your brother comes to help..."

Having completely switched his mind to battle, Simon set up a prototype rifle in a seated position and pulled the trigger immediately.

Oak waves a mace indifferently if you don't break the door. Through an open gap, distorted by force himself, the rifle bullet was hit to be sucked into the parasitic head.

Pull the bolt to finish reloading while checking from the gap that the blood splash and violet electricity, the main body of the parasite, can play.

There is no relief. Simon has already detected signs that the next monster will soon appear.

Iron door to be knocked again. Second oak.

But the striking sound plays a duet, no, a triple discord.

Oak as well as small monsters such as goblins seem to be working together in a slight way.

But the next thing you know, it was another monster that wasn't either of them.

It is nothing short of a rank 1 monster synonymous, slime, that freely deforms the gel-shaped flesh and allows intrusion even from slightly open gaps.

Suddenly, the second shooting echoes into a hard stone chamber.

The bullet devours into the middle of the nucleus (core) and drives Slime's life activity to a halt with one blow.

The dying slime collapsed the flesh of the jelly and fell zero like a water hoard near the door.

But there's no way ahead of us from there.

"Come on... you can't aim through the door..."

The single-eyed oak had a head in just the right place, so he shot it off, but the second figure is completely hidden across the door.

Needless to say, goblins.

Do I have to hold my hand like this and wait for the door to be broken?

If the door is opened, the monster will come into an avalanche.

That way, it's very unstoppable with a rifle that can only be five rounds in a row.

"When we get back alive, let's build a machine gun first..."

It was the second time following Alsace that I regretted not having a machine gun.

There is no way that a groundbreaking idea will flash, and ruthlessly the limits of the door will approach momentarily.

All I can do now is reload two bullets and pray that the number of monsters I'm about to break into is the number I can kill.

"... Coming"

Finally, the door bounces and flies at the endurance limit, allowing entry into the room.

Oak and Goblin, the tense himself who broke the door, step in with a mad roar.

When the large diameter of "Yatta Glass Duplex," erected by Simon, erupted into the fire, it pierced the chest of the goblin that had jumped in monkey-like steps, and, as it were, the head of the oak, the original target it was capturing on the ray, blew away.

Up to two people can penetrate and hit it - Simon's prediction, no, he just took advantage of the specs he could hold as a developer, and by that precise and unparalleled blow, he takes control of his opponent's destinations well at the end.

Simon next responds by letting go of a sniper rifle that runs out of ammo in one shot and immediately switching it to a rifle with a sword.

At that time, another goblin had jumped in thinking that he had already refrained from behind the oak, and besides, the slime was crawling down the floor.

But Simon, who holds the gun, is calm everywhere, and the golem of the ancient weapon targets his enemies as pale as ever.

The rifle was fired in such a way that it did not have two seconds to be targeted, but even made room for it.

The first shot does not shoot between the brows of the goblin, the second smashes the nucleus of the slime.

The number of remnants is three. The enemy shadow you see across the door is - four.

"First off!?

Simon rose from the spot as the third bullet once again did not shoot the slime that appeared.

The shooting is most stable when you have fallen asleep, the next thing you need to do when you sit down, and the most unstable thing is to shoot while standing.

I only moved into a projectile position until I abandoned that benefit because I couldn't handle the last fourth body to refrain from doing so.

And I'll be right there.

The fourth and fifth bullets have turned two wolf-shaped monsters, windows, that have already rushed in, into corpses.

Zero remnants.

It was the goblin with the rusty knife in his hand that jumped over the body, as if it didn't even give him a reload gap.

Just rank one monster in one piece.

But for Simon, who is vulnerable to melee combat, he is no more powerful than this.

It's only dangerous to defeat without a gun - but the means to defeat, as a sniper, is the lowest measure, but only one was left.

"Yahhhhhhh!

Temper flashes. Nothing moves, just a rifle with a gunsword turned into a short spear (short trans) rolling out full of force.

A brilliant dagger white blade on its tip is no less powerful than a bullet.

No, the fact is, it's a favorite weapon of Rank 4 high rank adventurers. Even Simon's slender arm had no shortage to pierce Goblin's flesh.

The difference between a knife, a gunsword, and a reach leads straight to victory.

Before the rusty knife reached Simon's white soft skin, the loving dagger pierced his ugly green body.

"Ha, ha... I did it, Mr. Suse..."

A cold sweat blows out of Simon's face after he signs an unfamiliar melee. The beating beat of a dodgy pulse is loud in my ear.

I immediately recall that this is not a situation that I will always be relieved of.

Now the monster intrusion has been temporarily interrupted, but it is not always possible for a new monster to come up downstairs right now.

The first thing you should do is reload the bullet.

With bullets, it proved possible to prevent the entry of several monsters.

"I can... keep it up, let it survive"

Sit back in the starting position again with only a few hopes.

For starters, I thought the first time I let go of the yatta glass - but I don't see a sniper rifle that I should have left aside.

"Huh? That?

There is no way to lose it. It's impossible to lose sight of a heavy shooting weapon with a long barrel in such a small room.

But I don't see my favorite gun anywhere here right now.

"Well, why, where..."

At that time, a droplet could be played on Simon's nose tip.

Outside it remains dusty, which lasts from the early morning. Rain leak? No, this isn't water in the first place.

That's only a drop, but it has a viscosity that wraps around your skin. It's like the flesh of a slime, but then your skin should be burned with acid the moment it hits you.

There is no pain. What I feel instead is a sweet smell, fragrant.

After all, what is this? Before making any further inferences, Simon looked up at the ceiling reflexively and was quicker to ascertain its identity.

"Ah, lying..."

There's a slippery mass of tentacles intertwined in countless ways. The mucus that holds an oily glow is a natural ecstasy. Drives reason crazy, sweet poison.

They broke in through the window, they took the gun. No, it's not exactly a situational grasp that depends on Simon's brain, it's just the name of this ugly monster.

"... morjula"

Famous Rank 2 monsters everyone avoids contact with. The worst mausoleum there was.

That's by no means the number of tentacles that can be managed, to the extent that the melee amateur has one sharp blade -

"Wow... oh no... wow!