Kuro no Maou

Since being obstructed by malicious MPK, there have been more cross spears in here and there.

Poison arrows fly in from nowhere or fireballs fly in. Or, suddenly, both sides of the road protrude, trapped.

Even when poison arrows and fireballs played with demon bullets, and at the same time aimed at the firing point to carry out controlled shooting, blocking them with earth-magic walls, I let grenade rain fall around the area where I felt magic as I smashed through the walls, and there was no further pursuit.

He tries to obstruct me by looking at me as a black masked ash, but I guess he's retreating as soon as he's instantly fought back and doesn't fit for it. As for this one, I don't have the time or effort to go out of my way to chase him down and finish him off, so it's just sophisticated to get rid of him like this.

If you're eating a stall here, Sariel won't be able to catch up with you. Or they're entering the Great Labyrinth nearly half a day away. I'm a little anxious to see if I can really catch up.

But I can't help it if I'm in a hurry, and it doesn't make sense if I push it. And the obstruction of rival adventurers won't fit either.

- Hey, wait up.

Well, like this, it's a wack to come out next.

They appeared as they proceeded along the streets and tended to pass in front of a certain large farm.

I usually came out of a farm building, so at first I thought he was a child working here, but I knew at a glance that he was like an adventurer because he was armed.

But this is the first pattern that has appeared as grandiose in front of me as this one.

Previously, they took full advantage of the surprise advantage, and I couldn't get a sign that I wasn't close to raiding. Maybe the obstructors to adventurers are specially handled by parties who are good at such surprise attacks, assassinations, etc.

The raid was quick to handle, and it was quick to retreat. There was never a single one of them who exposed himself directly to my eyes.

Meanwhile, Koitz and the others, who have spoken up, abandoned all chances of a pre-emptive attack, were truly square and blocked in the middle of the road.

"I'm not going to let you through here."

Look, he's still young, he's a boy adventurer.

Is he about the same age as Cruz? But in a slightly disfigured hairstyle that waxes in vain and tweezes your hair, a conspicuously conceited armor of decoration, and most importantly, a licking rotten look that doesn't alert you to shards even in front of us at all.

Um, these boys, you had one in your middle school class. I didn't like it, like half the Yankees. Seems like he didn't like me over there either. I guess they thought it was a real Yankee.

"Hey! You're stopping, Osama!

"Mmm."

I'm wearing a mask, so you don't know if it's Osama!

And I wanted to scream, probably because the shock of calling Osama was bigger than I thought myself.

I'm not Osama. Seventeen is a fine minor. Though adults are treated in this country.

"Hey Ash, are you for real?

"There's two kids stuck next door, so you're sure? Lately, I heard you're having a party."

"Haha, what the hell, you Loricon! Kimo!"

Next to the bad boy adventurer who comes to mench with all his might is a magician girl with glasses in a blue robe and a healer girl in a white robe.

The magician girl with glasses sees a pervert putting his hands on me to a child. With cold eyes, the healer girl sees with a completely ridiculous face.

They're a lot more confident, but there's no sign they're wearing martial arts, especially if they're not ready for a magical activation. Koitsu and the others, I don't know if it's okay to be in a dungeon in such a runaway state... but the bad boy has a silver guild card on his chest. The two girls are lowering their bronze cards. For once, he seems to be a real adventurer.

"Hey, you guys, don't let them get away with this."

"Heh, I know."

"You've got cute kids."

"Hey, you can do whatever you want after you're done, right?

The threesomes come out behind us, saying things like that that were really chimp stained. It's about the same style and age as a bad boy, I guess it's the same party. I also have a bronze guild card.

"Hey, if you're serious about attacking us, don't. If you leave now, I'll miss you."

"Oh? I didn't lick your mouth, Lorikon. The mask..."

Dogooooo!!

The explosion sounds so as to block the provocative dialogue of the bad boy.

It's the Demon Bullet (Barrett Arts)/Grenade (Grenade) that I threw behind him with intimidation.

This kind of thing would be easier to understand if it exploded flashly.

"What... hey, isn't that bad?

"Something just blew up awesome!?

I don't know how far you were assuming the power of a black masked ash, but the magician and healer child of eyeglasses usually seemed to freak me out.

Even if we look in the Alliance, we're a Rank 3 party in Return to Ashes. Did you not think that it was rank 4 or higher, so generous that you could have no hands or feet?

There is going to be a sigh of relief in the sweetness of recognition and vigilance, but this still makes him a child of the same age as Leki and Ursula. Like those killers, I don't even think about getting rid of them altogether.

I wish you would punish me for this and leave me alone.

"Ha, what are you guys freaking out about?"

"But shooting that power unchanging isn't half as powerful."

"You're stronger than I thought!

"Sure, he's stronger than I thought, but he's that black masked ash, right?

What a bad boy, some kind of secret ant.

"Hey, you guys come out too, it's your turn"

I wonder if there are still ambushes, but there is no reaction from the black wind nearby.

If I insist, there's only a small reaction in the farm building where they've been lurking since the beginning, which seems like dozens of slave children - those little ones, they moved.

"Wow, it's Ash"

"Ash, it's a real thing."

"I want meat."

"I want a cookie."

And the reaction of these children was bent but accustomed to being rumored heroes, but in the hands of the children who appeared they were only poor to call weapons, but still enough to stab people and injure them, such farm tools as oxen and sickles were gripped.

"Hey, you guys, don't make a scene! Do as you're told. Oh, I'll give you this meat and cookies!

"Ugh."

A less fragrant reaction to the call of the bad boy, but still the children set up the farm tools in their hands and began to move to surround us.

No way, his aim is to

"Hey, what do you say, hero, kid? Then shoot me, will you?

The central area of the second tier is a vast meadow.

Nowadays, in a runaway state, monsters more than three times the normal are turned into the most dangerous area in the hierarchy roaming in the herd.

At the central point of the meadow, a huge tower is built reminiscent of 'Temennigle', which leads to the first tier above and the third tier below. Of course, there's no way you can get through it for free, and this meadow tower is the boss room on the second level.

The most standard way to attack is to break through this meadow tower boss room.

That's now in a runaway state, so many adventurers chose to go down the central meadow as their surest offensive route.

Most of all, because of the number of monsters, only a limited number of people go forward in a positive way, as usual. Many dive into hiding to sew through territorial gaps while avoiding the herd as much as possible and move on.

However, there were a handful of people who went straight ahead with dignity and the shortest possible distance.

The Knights of the Cathedral of Tobalcain, led by Lürick, which brings together the best of the Silverian Families, is one of them.

"Hey, boss, you finally made it to your room"

Phew, and exhaling gently, Lürick looks up at the large door that is the boss room of the meadow tower he has reached.

"I haven't been in the second tier in decades, but surprisingly, you remember the road."

"I thought you were just straight here."

"Gashley, you're so tone-deaf, you got lost in the central meadow, 'cause I didn't forget."

"Stop talking about when you were a kid!

Both of them, fifteen at the time. It is a story of a nostalgic boy, who was burning in his yearning for the Cathedral Knight and challenging the impossible Great Labyrinth attack.

"Well, I'm just going to try the boss, but is everyone okay?

"Yes, Captain. Consumption magic is less than 20%, no need to replenish it yet"

"Likewise, no problem"

"Merge classes have a lot of wear and tear due to exposure, but still 30%. I was wondering if I would have enough till the scheduled replenishment point."

In answer to Captain Lürick are the knights dressed in the ancient armor, also shining in silver, and the Armored Armor (Holy Gear), the most sophisticated demonic weapon developed by the Toto Crusaders.

Twenty 'Armored Armor (Holy Gear)' aircraft, offered to the Crusaders, are worn by selected even in the Cathedral Knights and carry the weight of this Great Labyrinth attack.

A total of twenty offensive troops are expected to proceed in two hands until the fifth tier, where there are ten, including Lurik.

With their forged strength and the power of this' Armored Armor (Holy Gear) ', they will be able to reach the lowest level without one missing.

"Hey, Captain."

"Oh, I know. Boss, visitors in front of a room are common in the Great Labyrinth."

A bunch of signs of intent to kill, showing up in Russia.

It was almost at the same time that the diocesan knights laid up their weapons and that they were surrounded.

Just looking at it, there are thirty. Raiders over ten diocesan knights.

"You guys are Silverians, aren't you?

One of them steps beyond the siege and asks.

Metal armor with rare ore leaves scars of war. His face was exposed without being hidden, and his stern face stared sharply without alarm.

The sword lowered from the waist is a first-degree magic sword, which will unleash advanced attack magic the moment it is unplugged.

A peek from the neck of that man in the Swordsman class is a Mithrill guild card. It is a testament to the highest rank of 5.

"Oh, my name is Lurik Tovarcain. I'm a super elite nice guy who leads Silverian's finest, but I'm sorry, I'm on an important assignment right now, so I was wondering if I could give you a signature."

"That's a name I don't know."

"What, you should have gotten pretty famous for the rank five party," Silverbrave, "Lurik, but you really don't know? Maybe you're a newbie too."

"You, we were adventurers. I wonder how many years ago."

The Adventurer Party, formed in Silverian's candidacy for the Cathedral Knights, including Luric and Gashley, eventually reached Rank 5 and became famous in Carlamara, but that is also twenty years ago. No matter how many rank 5 parties you break up, you won't be on the subject.

"... a face you guys don't see, but I'm pretty sure there's a bunch of Silverian elites out there"

"Oh, my God, I'm a better celebrity than my men."

"All of Silverian's Rank Five parties, I remember." Snow White, "" Aria's Sword, "" Crossfire, "" The Sacred Silver Ladder, "that's a lot of face. I've heard that you guys have been hanging out with each other for a long time with your leg pulling to compete... but, hey, it sounds like we were really close to getting that matching gear on at this big one."

Just because we belong to the same forces doesn't mean that all of that party is able to work together amicably.

In particular, 'Silverian Familia' was famous for its harsh resultism and for not quitting to trap even allies in order to achieve results.

But it is surprising that such party members, members of the Rank 5 Adventurer Party, who are strong in both their power and strength, are wearing the same gear and have perfect collaboration and control.

"I'm familiar with it, aren't you a fan of ours after all?

"I don't like the competition, but I guess you remember. We are the eldest sons of the Xanadu treasury."

"Um, you guys, you look pretty strong, and you still don't want to saddle us? For once, my second son, I have an agreement with you. Come on."

"Sorry, mercenaries come first in credit. Besides, I think I'd better give you guys your necks and play the reward."

It couldn't have been better than the original, such as negotiating space.

Though the most elite of Silverians, the opponents are equally rank five mighty men, who are simply tripled in number. Some of them will still lurk around in the backup.

Whoever thinks about it, the difference in power is obvious.

"Disciplined mercenaries are a real pain in the ass when you turn to your enemies. Besides, if you have the strength, it's out of your hands."

Oh, boy, lurick shrugging his shoulders all the time.

Though we are chatting about swallowing, the mercenaries under siege are pointing at us to stab us. The next moment, it's not strange to have an arrow shot between your eyebrows.

Still, I can't help but break the usual crushing, because he, no, all the diocesan knights truly understand the difference in power from one another.

"I wasn't willing to use it here, but, well, they're bad. Then I can't help it -"

Lürick raises his right hand high.

Covered in a thick gauntlet of 'Armored Armor (Holy Gear)', nevertheless, a brilliant light was emitted on the blue and white cross emitted from the back of the right hand, as if the armor of the Holy Silver (Mithril) were clear.

"- General, release the Sacred Mark (Stigma)."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe these Silverian guys are hiding those hands."

Getting smudged and sighed is Oren Libertus, who leads the main party of the 'Polar Wolf Club' challenging the Great Labyrinth attack.

Oren looks out from the shadow of a distant monster's carcass at the battle between ten Silverian parties dressed in silver armor and thirty mercenary troops of the Xanadu treasury that were ambushing him.

The battle trend was already never there.

The triple force difference is filled all the time, and only the leader's magic swordsman man survives.

The sword moves rolled out are sharp, and the attack magic emitted from your body is powerful - but none of them go through the silver armor that emits a blue and white glow.

The man named Luric, the leader of Silverian, wields a long blue and white shining sword with tremendous speed, finally piercing the Magic Swordsman.

At the same time as you pierce your torso, a blue flame bursts and burns your opponent's entire body.

The battle between the ten and thirty ended with an overwhelming victory on the small side.

"Young, now is not a good time to set up?

I thought they were wearing out on mercenaries, too.

"If it wasn't a barca, I'd still be able to tell you how I saw it."

Although wobbly, the twin boy escorts are also included among the party members because of their impeccable strength.

Olen says, fed up, staring at the twins.

That mercenary unit is never weak. Rather, Oren is well aware that the eldest sons of the Xanadu treasury are responsible for one wing of the main power. Information on powerful enemies cannot be talked about unless it is tapped into your head.

A light kick at those people.

As one of the ten, I haven't even been injured that was my eye.

"I wasn't expecting a boulder to have so much ancient armor (enchanted gear) to run at full capacity."

In the Great Labyrinth of Carlamara, sometimes the rank 5 parties and others who attacked to the lowest level rarely recover ancient armor (enchanted gear) that seems to be an ancient weapon, but only one tank in the status quo, the 'Golden Dawn (Golden Dawn)', is truly able to move it in action.

A substitute that cannot be moved satisfactorily without both the holders of scarce abilities aligned in precious excavations.

That was supposed to happen, but now the battle that took place in front of me was too much to deny it.

"Anyway, all of them are too bad minutes to challenge with a positive offense than they are dealing with the power of ancient armor on top of the rank five mighty"

"Young, in such weakness"

"We won't be late for that."

"Because I'm not the kind of person you can handle with that kind of psychology."

The most alarming thing to do is the powerful blue and white glow they emitted shortly after the battle began.

When I wrapped that light around me, even at this distance, I had received signs of magic so strong that I felt a tingle in my skin.

It is appalling that enough power was being exerted to kick through the rank five mercenary units.

"I don't think that glowing blue will last that long in a sort of fortified state..."

Not very much, but you shouldn't be dealing with them in a head-on battle.

Attack, defense, mobility, everything is improving and I don't see any gaps in it. Besides, their collaboration has been perfect.

That move is more like a knight than a skilled adventurer...... except for two guys named Luric the leader and Gashley the sub, all the other members are known as the rank 5 adventurers of Silverian.

The fact that they, who are undoubtedly supposed to be adventurers, wear a pair of ancient armor and show movement like knights of war who boast perfect collaboration gives a glimpse into some secret that Silverian has hidden so far.

"Silverian wanted to crush him from the front, but this is a bad part of the boulder, then"

"So what are you going to do?"

"If it's a young order, risk your life to fulfill it."

"I wonder if I'd be lucky if I could assassinate you. That's more suited to us than a square head-on battle."

Oren's apparent class is' Magic Swordsman '.

But the true class is' ninja '.

Serving the Duchy of Ragna, the Libertus family specializes in back operations. The Lord's exile drove him to the land of Carlamara, and it was all a shame. I have a certain mandate, but I am late.

And members led by Oren trained as ninja classes, special forces specializing in assassinations.

"We'll keep going into their tracks. Of course, if there's a gap, I'll let you sleep on your neck... but you don't have to. Anyway, we really don't have a legacy."

After leaving only the word, Oren and his army of ninjas, dressed in black, disappeared from the spot in an instant.