Kuro no Maou

"Golden Inasma Running Through Partier Prairie Ah!" Thundershock Regiment (Lysanders), "Third Generation General. Oh, Garrison Ryback. Oh, by me!

In one hand of the liquor bottle, the blonde reagent giant shouting out loud is, as he named it, the Centaur man who serves as the head of the runaway thief.

Twenty are still half young, and both the upper body of a person and the lower body of a horse are musculoskeletal. It is a thunder dragon tattoo on the back, lightning-inspired fur dyeing and shaving on the horse body, and a truly temperamental body. Such a de flashy figure was not Dada either, and he already had several ancient wounds engraved on him that should be called the Man's Medal, telling the story of an intense war history.

This is a moving base of the Thundershock Regiment (Lysanders), laid on the corner of the meadow close to the city of Hyram. The nomads are lined with a number of familiar tents, and there are many front carriages full of liquor barrels to feed their English spirits, and members of the thieves serve liquor around the fire in thoughtful places.

General Garrison had gathered only members of the team's executive class, leaning in the middle of the stronghold for a glass of superb wine (wine) rare in Partier.

"Look, Temeira, I don't know, I'm gonna be bigger!

A cliche from childhood, so much dialogue, but there is no unsavory atmosphere for the long-time executives. Until this time, it was just a vain dialogue at the tip of my mouth, with no plan or action whatsoever to be big...... Garrison and they both understand that this word is now realistic.

"I didn't know the time would come for the Director General's dream to come true!

"Meadow domination is not a dream either!

"No, you'll be a legend in continental domination!

Gach, and they spit such grand language that even the children of the city would not say, laugh.

"Hehe, you were right to join hands with The Monastery. It's their imitation, but I think it might be their destiny..."

The collaborators showed up only three months ago.

I went through the face I was putting in the city and a request came in. Normally, no. For every favor, you can use the Adventurer. When a runaway moves at the request of someone, it is always from someone connected, so to speak, from the industry. Gate prepayment is natural, such as a new face with no connections whatsoever.

But being offered too much of a breakthrough reward, Garrison decided to just listen to the story for one second.

It fell into the despicable trap of rival team Red Lotus Wushu (Gremlin), second-generation director Garrison's father was captured by the Knights of Partier and disappeared with the dew of a pitiful headstand. Too young a third generation assault name. In order to reward his father, Garrison worked hard in the shadows on a daily basis to maintain the Thundershock Regiment (Lysanders), but year after year, his constituents decreased. The size of the team is so depressing that we should break half the peak season.

You can't end 'Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders)' in my charge...... Garrison had no later.

While suspecting him suspicious, Garrison decided to entrust his wishes and meet with his client.

And when we met, they named it 'The Monastery'.

"Ahhh? What kind of convent is that, Teme? Temple system? Spirit system? Or is he a frigid - cult? Ahhhh?

"Nowhere. We're just a 'convent'."

Suspicious. Too suspicious.

Their representative, the skinheaded big man, wrapped in a white robe named the chief priest, just said so through a cold faceless look, and all the more prying ended up empty.

Even when I looked it up in front of me, I had no idea where the 'convent' was connected. Unfortunately, they appear to have recently appeared neglectfully in Partier… Conversely, they are confident that they are not connected to any of the Knights and rival teams or hostile forces that control them.

"Fine, do it!

It took "Thundershock Regiment (Lysanders)" and "Monastery" to join hands.

"Hugh, he's a very economical man."

First of all, the "Monastery" provided a large reserve, as well as quality arms and supplies, as it proved its financial strength. Since when has the base been so moist? We toasted all our members with wine, a rare, luxury product from another country, and prayed for the future.

"The first task is to control this point."

"Oh? It's just a little ruin that collapsed. There's nothing wrong with suppression, and what are we going to do about it when we take it?"

"After the repression, I want it secured as the territory of the Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders). Whatever the cost of maintaining it is here."

The point of control of the request is the site of an ancient temple that collapsed, supposedly a ruin. Inside, they looked it up a long time ago, they took it away, and there's nothing left. Located off the street, this place is on a route where merchants using the back roads and runaways are only used as much as runaways. Even if there are people, to the extent that the users of this route camp overnight, it is not at all important enough to place and secure people from day to day.

What's the point of maintaining a place like this? Totally incomprehensible, but if you say that on top of the easy job, you will also pay for the maintenance ahead of you, 'Thundershock Regiment (Lysanders)' has no disadvantages.

"Fine, leave it to us."

Thus, in the future, it was a similar continuum of work. Worthless ancient ruins scattered throughout the meadows. For some reason, the 'convent' asked to secure such a place. Garrison had no idea what was there or what he was doing, and they wouldn't allow a pry around it.

Being obviously suspicious people didn't change when we started dating like this, rather suspicion just swelled up... but there were also reasons why we could be forced to ask.

"Oi, what the heck, that armor is just full body armor (Full Plate Mail) Bye"

"We call this' Armored Armor (Holy Gear) '. That power, as I just showed you."

They were also a elite group of knights, headed by their representative, the chief priest of the big man, with equally resilient men wrapped around a special magical armor: heavy full-body armor, said to be 'armored armor (holly gear)', shining in aligned silver. Even if they are biological, they are human men of comparable strength to the rank 4 adventurers, and if they so wrap up 'Armored Armor (Holy Gear)', they show tremendous power.

I saw that strength the second time I asked for it. There happened to be a good number of hostile team members of the Brain Slash Extreme Light (Northern Light). It was suggested to Garrison, reluctant to raid, that the chief priest should just give us cover because we would storm from the front, so that we could fight a battle.

When Garrison saw them in heavily armed full-body armor, he thought this would only be good for Centaur. No matter how much armor and power you boast, you will not be able to deliver the blade unless you reach it before your enemies.

If you are a Centaur runaway thief mastering powerful big bows and martial arts, you will only be a sealed duck if you surround yourself and keep firing arrows, such as just twelve heavy knight (armor night) troops.

I dropped off the back of the chief priest daring to forcibly assault him while mocking him for not understanding what he called my poor power, no, poor ability - immediately afterwards, stunned. At the same time, understand.

On the backs of the heavy knights of silver, a blue light explodes in Russia. As soon as that happens, will they run, no, fly, at a fierce speed? Their velocity beats that of Centaur's all-powerful walk, going on the meadows without moving their legs as if they were slipping on ice as well.

A 'Brain Slash Extreme Light (Northern Light)' member who suddenly appears, heavily armored and responds in haste, in front of a highly maneuverable knight. Frontal breakthrough of the instantly pouring arrow rain with silver armor that seems to boast as much defense as it looks, no, no more.

The Centaurs immediately scattered as the intact knight approached the present. But the heavy knights, with cavalry-like speeds, escape to catch up to their backs with ease, and beat the giant Halvard blades in their hands one after the other.

Exactly, a touch of armor sleeves.

If you are brought into a battle with a hard-equipped heavy knight and a white soldier, you have a bad minute with a tough centaur. The chief priests not only benefited from the velocity of movement, but also from the magic put on their armor in their arms, and Centaur, which weighed almost as much as a horse, was also lightly powerful enough to pull back with one hand.

Even more surprising is the number of attack magic fired from the knight's arms. A small bullet of light, like 'Light Arrow (Lux Sagitta)', is fired from the arm at a tremendous rate. With the sparks of blue and white light flashing violently, the bullets of light fly faster than the arrows, tearing apart the muscular flesh of Centaur like a piece of paper.

Where exposed to countless bullets, pierced, worn, and worn out, fist bulbs of light jump in - a huge explosion.

These silver knights not only possess powerful melee capabilities, but can even possess magical ranged attack means with both 'Light Arrow (Lux Sagitta)' and 'Light Cannon (Lux Blast)' with explosive power for even better continuous shooting.

Seeing how they fought, Garrison finally understood.

Apparently, we've joined hands with a hell of a bunch of them.

"- The folks at" The Monastery, "suspicious. I don't even know what they're up to, but I'm pretty sure their power is real!

Garrison screams in front of his people.

"They're strong! If I put it together with" The Monastery, "even the fucking Knights of Partier aren't scared, I can buzz off that it's" Red Lotus Wushu (Gremlin) "who framed my father."

A bunch of knights wrapped in magical armor called 'Armor (Holy Gear)' boasted by The Monastery - The Armor Knights (Gears), whose power is immense.

Their mobility and striking power are capable of drawing a line with previous knights and soldiers. If these guys got together with a hundred or a thousand people, I'm sure the legendary Pandora Continental Unity isn't a dream either.

Because Garrison had such certainty, he also did the dangerous big job of never normally doing it, attacking the town.

The city of Hyram is by no means a big city, but hey and not so sweet a guard as a runaway can serve. The base of a town with an oasis, a large waterfront in the meadows, boasts the defense it deserves.

No matter how fast Centaur's legs are, it won't come true to cross the hard, high walls. Even if you're good at field combat, you don't like centaurs who can't use their mobility if it's a siege. Well, if you're not an army of a country, but a runaway bandit with only a little bit of strength, such as a big bandit group, attacking a city with walls is tantamount to suicide.

"Heh, you saw it, Teme. Hey, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, he

The other day, I remember the Hyram raid I dared with a great deal of determination. That battle was a massive battle, not an exaggeration to call it exactly war, in a different dimension from previous skirmishes between smaller thieves.

All the armies of the Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders) and the Mechanical Knights of the Monastery (Gears), even if combined, are about two hundred small men. The opposing Hyram defense force will require knights from a thousand people, and if a further voice is heard in the city, immediate district vigilantes will also rush, and the numbers will swell threefold.

Even without the defense of a castle wall, the difference in power is decisive.

But the Knights of Machinery (Gears) crushed five hundred defensemen to crush the thieves before they approached the city.

It was supposed to be less than half the opponent's 'Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders)', but the battle went all the way to dominance and the defense finally lost. As he fled to the walls with his crawling body, he made a grand demand.

Finally, the Knights of Machinery (Gears) took one big shot at the magic, crushing some of the walls of the castle, which also broke my temper to make the castle cage. This one can cross the walls and attack the city at any time. Even if you ask the capital for reinforcements, you all kill before you come.

"Lords must, be demanding"

This one wants something in return for the battle. Instead of unscrupulous demands, they identify critical lines they can pay and set the amount. Still, it's an enormous amount for runaway thieves, because they take it from the town lords.

"When I get the money, I'll call back the guys who left us. That way, if you make money attacking other towns about another time, 'Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders)' can be as big as it gets over the first generation!

I'm already in the process of talking about my next big job with The Monastery. Their true purpose remains unclear. But if you work hand in hand with The Monastery, domination of the meadows is not a dream either.

"I'll definitely be a meadow champion!!

A storm of great applause and cheer, just teasing Dawn and the prestigious proclamation. The feast culminated, with Garrison leaning an even more wine filled glass, intoxicated that he could also be one of the legendary heroes in the big dream he began to run.

"Whoa, look at that. It's an awesome, big shooting star!

Unexpectedly, someone raised such a voice.

Garrison looked up at the night sky, full of starry skies, and searched for a shooting star.

"Whoa, that's awesome!

"I've never seen such a deke shooting star before!

Sure, we didn't have to look, we found a shooting star. Even in the glowing starry sky, it emits a light so loud that it can clearly be seen.

Pulling the glittering rainbow tail, the giant shooting star, rarely seen even in the meadows, tries to go past their heads to celebrate their future - just before that, they realize.

That's crazy.

Something's wrong.

For a shooting star, it's still too big. On top of that, if you can keep observing it for such a clear long time, it was too slow to fly in. Shooting stars are fantastic because they blink in the night sky and disappear for just a moment, and that's why the legend also arises that if you make a wish in that short time, your wish will come true, etc.

"What, are you... a shooting star? Well, hey..."

Slowly flying through the night sky, the sole approaches this position as if it were a flying dragon wearing the skin of a meteor. In the middle of here, straight ahead, with the kind of momentum that fell straight towards me, I could see that the fake shooting star had been lowering altitude.

The intuition of third-generation director-general Garrison, who has a corresponding war history with young people, tells me. The array is the opposite of a beautiful meteor that is considered auspicious, a fierce star that brings calamity.

"-" Star Crash (Meteor Strike) ""

Immediately afterwards, the light of ruin falls on reality.

Garrison saw, the shadow of a girl floating in a star-like light sphere, and the new meteor she unleashed, the power to even cross advanced, the moment the oversized light magic burst into the middle of the formation.

"Ah, shit."

As the dazzling light and the hot wind ran through, I was screaming something so I didn't even know it.

Too sudden an enemy attack. And a lot of my people were swallowed up without the art of becoming the greatest light magic.

From a night of hope for the future and alcohol intoxicating heaven to a dazzling daylight hell.

"- Here we go again! Run, Teme-rah!!

Even in the despair of a sudden resurgence, which is not surprising if he suddenly loses himself, Garrison, who held it back with the courage he had before him, cries out for orders clearly this time.

A totally unexpected raid from the sky, but ready to be suddenly attacked, a rogue runaway thief. The more confusion they have, the quicker they run out even with a body of booze when they hear the commander's orders.

It's really quick to escape at a glance like scattering a spider child, but a meteor girl dancing freely in the sky won't allow it.

"Shit, run!

Huge columns of light pour down, as they undo Garrison's cry. One, two, three. It accurately reduces the destructive power of the scorching heat as it colors the night sky with a band of white light.

While scattered, he is a controlled escape thief, but the pillars of light crushed that leading group precisely.

No matter how much you're looking out of the sky, there's nothing more to an exact, unrivalled pinpoint attack than teething.

"Scatter! Scatter more and run! You guys follow me, hey, Temei and the others go to the 'convent'!

In a torrential storm of light, Garrison desperately skips instructions. He swallowed up both remorse and sadness and searched for a way to live, reflecting in the corners of his sight the figure of his companion being shot through his head by an arrow of flying light.

"Respond! Aim well!"

"Damn, fast!?

"What the hell is he, hit, hit!!

Even if you're flying in the sky, there's only one opponent. Overwhelmingly outnumbered runaway thieves also fire arrows to respond, but all only vanish into the night sky in vain.

As Centaur the runaway thief, the bow's skill is at a level everyone calls a fine hunter, but still the flying arrows don't even blur on an empty girl. Anyway, I have to admit that her dodging performance is higher than our bow's skill.

Threatened meteor girls with overwhelming aerial power and firepower unilaterally ravage positions. While exposed to desperate attacks, Garrison managed to find a breakthrough.

With their comrades fleeing in each direction, they also began to fall apart in the light magic bombing. Even if you are flying in the air on a boulder, there is only a limited range to attack on your own.

And fortunately, the direction of my group's progress is much thinner hands on offense.

"All right, we're leaving at once! Follow me!!

Over the corpse of a fellow whose hands and feet have blown up, through the position.

"Damn... where the hell did you put that monster..."

I still feel the moment and the lives of my people scattered behind my back. However, he was caught in a miserable state of affairs as if an angry dragon had jumped in without any foretaste, and only a grudging voice came out of his mouth.

Who is that girl? Is it an adventurer hired by the city of Hyram or an assassin hit by other forces? Or maybe it's a real natural-disaster monster that kills people at random like a brutal dragon.

In the first place, does it really exist in reality, such as a flying girl of such monster stained abilities? Take off the hell of a brilliant light that dazzles your eyes, and your mood doesn't feel real, as if you're having a nightmare.

As if to affirm that thought, the continuation of the nightmare awaited Garrison's whereabouts.

Ooooooooooooooooo!!

My hair is fine, and I can't wait to find a horse. Its ringing in the meadows ran chills on his spine and his body stifled reflexively.

Dragon roars, warcraft roars, it's natural as a person to hear them and tremble. But why are we afraid of hearing the horses and of ourselves in Centaur?

The answer was, I was standing right there.

In the middle of a spacious meadow with no shelter. Even in front of a bunch of runaway bandits who are dying but fleeing mad, Sole is quietly standing.

"Of the Immortal Horse (Nightmare), he said he was a black knight..."

The embodiment of a nightmare, as I say, a man of pitch-black armor, spanning a nasty undead black horse. Nor is it just an armored helmet, whose shaping is so disastrous that it deviates from the regular track, as if it were a king that binds the evil ghosts of hell.

Before such an unusual sign and appearance of a black knight, I'm about to lose even more of my sense of reality - so, I flashed.

"Oh, yeah!

Black Big Man Running Immortal Horse (Nightmare). Glowing girl dancing in the sky, i.e., fairy. Those two characteristics coincided with the rumored adventurers I had recently heard.

Far away, an adventurer named for his sparda. A threesome that suddenly appeared and rose to Rank 5. What's its name, the fiercest adventurer party, which makes it the biggest medal Spartan hero in the Fifth Galahad War and is also feared to be a 'Galahad nightmare' from its frantic battle.

"They're the Element Masters!

Why, why not. Is it coming from Sparda, far away, to the prairie of Parthia? Do you come all the way here and crush my, everyone's dreams?

I can't possibly pay attention to these trends. There's no way we can predict the emergence of these guys.

"Why... why, Cora aaaaaaaaa!!

Not so unreasonably, Garrison had nothing more to offer than to scream like that.

"- 'Charged particle cannon (plasma blaster)' fired"

The answer is just to come back with absolute intent to kill.

On this day, Thunder Shock Regiment (Lysanders), a runaway bandit who has been notorious to Partier for more than fifty years, was devastated.