Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

A hunk of fighting released from a protruding fist crushes back a bunch of demons at once.

"Ha-ha-ha."

A single blade of light runs horizontally from a long sword wrapped in red light, and a demon falls apart, splitting his upper and lower body, on the spot.

Gramada's proud greatest power became Jen Royal and braved what he saw to protect the East Gate.

Nevertheless, it manifests itself quite urgently that they put out. There were more uninterrupted attacks than expected, and the two of them were put in to maintain time to rest in turns.

"It's been a long time since I've fought shoulder to shoulder with you."

"Matuda, you can afford it at a time like this..."

"Beat me even lightly and do it nicely. I don't think old soldiers just leave."

"I can say that in this situation right now. I envy you, ha!

That being said, the two bodies move busily and kick the demons one after the other. They were aware that there were many low-ranking individuals, such as goblins and oaks, who could afford it but were gradually increasing in rank.

"It's a little dangerous to stay like this. How is the Duke doing?

"Hmm? That one's not all over maintaining dungeons in the city. so that those evacuating to the first tier are unaffected. It seems to be tough just to maintain, not to mention a lot of things."

"I thought if I had to, I'd let him get away with it."

"That one won't run away. The two ladies are on their way to the Wang capital in good time, and they'll be with the city until the end of the day. But the timing is too good."

Did the Duke aim or that side? Either way, I know this flood and it's likely I've set it up. I can't help but think that the presumption in the report that Suzy has raised seems to have gained credibility. Amiral just waves his sword even as he wants his imagination to be wrong.

"I kind of know what you're thinking. Let's just say we think about it after we destroy these guys. Hmm!"

The struggle to converge on my fist swelled up over time. Something swinging is distorting the circumference of my fist. Drop your hips, get your breathing ready. It's released.

"Martial Arts" Weir Rupture Ringing Fist "!!!

The demon that was in a straight line will be scattered first if it is twisted up and released as if the accumulated struggle cut the weir. But that doesn't end there. Then the sparking wire of the struggle that remained on the ray absorbed the exorcism overflowing from the dead demon, exploded in chains as it made noise with the doddle, and the perimeter bounced. In a sense, it is just an Eggy martial art to be called a showdown weapon.

Speaking of the person at the time of all this big moves, he began to grasp and throw away his next opponent. These masters are their disciples.

"Oh man, he's still a bully"

Even as he sighed, Amiral proceeded slowly to the battlefield.

What he has in his hand is quite a commodity, but it was a somewhat disproportionate substitute for what he called [the Sword King] to have. The Devil's Sword I had earlier is on my back.

This one also lowers his hips and concentrates his consciousness by squeezing the long sword he was handling with one hand with both hands. I turned that gaze from my weak position in a different direction than Matuda blew.

"Martial Arts" Scarlet Knife Flashes "!

Amiral's sword is wrapped in red light. The sword flash, shaken at such a speed that it cannot be followed with eyes, is emitted as a red glimmer of light. The red light shows the spread as it progresses and instantly cuts the demon's torso horizontally. There was even something with my torso falling to the ground if I didn't notice it had been severed and I wasn't trying to rush out as it was. If you look over, you can create a blank zone of demons in a fan-shape.

Any adventurer who was near it would have thought. "You're bullshit enough, too," he said.

After the martial arts are released, the long sword in your hand collapses in tears.

"Oh boy, will it still hold? You have to dispose of your weapon to unleash martial arts."

Saying that he had no gain in the moves he unleashed was a problem that continued to haunt him for years. Release the martial arts of something that doesn't normally have a problem with even the demon sword you carry and risk breaking a few rounds, or worse, just once. So most of the contents of the magic pouch on his hips are filled with spare weapons. The guild master's hobby is rumored to be weapons collection. Few know that this is an act because it was imperative.

"Hmm, I still don't like the Adventurer Guild master. Nice guy. Whoa, why don't you. I'm gonna have to fuck this one too."

The man, who was watching Amiral on a faraway roll, accidentally wipes away the leaking covetousness and puts his strength into a spear in his hand. The spear is red and black and glowing so big. From what I've seen, it only looks like a little dirty antique, but if you see what you see, you won't be able to hide your surprise in the magic enclosed in it.

"Now it's time. Put it together and pierce it! Gay Holg!!!

Dressed in an otherwise unseen clergyman's coat with integrated upper and lower sides, he throws it into a demon that targets a 'very large spear' in his hand when he swings it wide. It flew in a straight line with a bursting sound that stuck my ears... through the demon's lower abdomen and had a huge hole in its body. Besides, it doesn't just stop. It pierces one demon after another in the direction of progress.

However, no matter how good the spear you throw, it is only natural to cook at hand. Oak, cyclops, etc. come together just to tell the barebacked man that he is his buddy's enemy. But the progression was blocked by ten strong men with shields as tall as Mithril's full body armor. Its armored chest is engraved with the Holy Mark of the Temple of Arlen.

"Ha ha, that's good. It keeps coming together. But I have trouble getting Arlen Temple's man to lick the height of his butt power. And I'm not bare handed, am I? Look, this is right. Can you stand this Han Tong Li" Kang Tu Riku "?

There was a spear in his hand that he had just thrown away in his spare time to say so. Definitely the same thing is good to know from the fact that the blood paste remains intact after slaughtering the earlier demons. And keep going and repeat the same throw again. Every time he throws it away, the demonic screams echo the battlefield more than once.

"Well, one after the other! Give me more than God, my love spear. Dig as much as you want!

Arlen, the chief cleric who serves God, Avesan. He was named Gay Holg, a spear long called the Divine Fixture, at the Temple of Arlen's main mountain. All the demons stuck in front of him are desperate with their lower abdomen pierced. He had taken the SS and defended the final line of the left wing without some gaps with iron wall protection and a glimmer of spear.

Those who fought around them were comfortable allies, regardless of their diversity, which was the basis of their hearts. However, some people shudder over themselves wondering if the Alliance Master would be in all sorts of danger if he continued to slaughter demons like this and defeated them the most. Nothing advanced it without regard for its most own perils......

"Zach! Turn to cover that party over there. Guftus! I need restraint in the firewall. Domtore, stay put and get them back!

"Copy that, brother." "Yeah," "I got it."

Gelkun moves busily to support the front behind the adventurers. Their party, The Guardian of Solomon, is not as capable of combat as Sasa. Still, they used their abilities in full and contributed to maintaining the front. Reinforce, restore, and maintain Gerukun, the leader, if there are any areas where he is likely to grasp the surrounding situation and collapse. It was a move because with the help of his friend, the Spirit, he was able to exercise a spatial recognition capability similar to the spatial grasp of spatial magic at the time.

Few demons they defeated. Still, the adventurers around them could not blame it. Because we knew that if it weren't for them, our party would most likely have collapsed at once. These supportive beings tend to remain buried because they are adventurers whose image of rough groups tends to attach priority to individualism over their own interests. Still, the Gerukhs were acting good.

Because their purpose is only one. For the adventurers they helped, the citizens behind them, the toddlers of the future who will one day be born out of them! One Four Lolitas, All Four Lolitas. All roads do not go to young girls. DHENTAI from the side, but they were even more serious.