Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

Time goes back a little bit...

"Oh, I knew I'd be lucky... a big winner"

After all, Dundee's delightful voice echoes in a wide space lined with large pillars.

"... big win?

Take it, Lord asked back that way.

"Pfft! 'Cause you... aren't you strong? I like to fight strong people. That's why I've been watching you since the fight. Besides, I can't see your face... you're absolutely handsome."

"... Yes?

"Ah! I can't wait! I can tell by my voice alone! Oh, you shouldn't... follow me. But I'm excited wow..."

Watching Dundee drool and smile of trance, Lord remembered Spartacus, the first chief of the Greek knighthood, and shook his body.

"I trembled... ka-wow"

……

And unlike him, he finds himself a person who should never be deeply involved.

"Ugh! Speaking of which... you were Titanomachia. Why are you at the fight again?

"Mmm..."

Dundee still assumed the intruder was Titanomachia.

Though Lord was somewhat surprised that things were going according to Byrne's thoughts, he continued his words not to be suspicious.

"It's like... free time. No particular significance."

"Hmm? Well, come on. I don't... I don't care"

Shortly after I say that, Dundee's magic swells up.

With both hand-held axes on his back, he made the transition to a battlefield position at once.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

In front of a superb prey called Lord.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... awesome! I really have to thank His Majesty! Just be on that side and you can fight as much as you want......!

Dandy also, like the rest of the members, the battle was everything.

From birth, the body and mind did not match, thereby being abused, discriminated against and distanced to their real parents.

Still, he didn't change.

No, I couldn't change it.

Because that's what I was born for.

"It's just a shame I can't see your face right now. Oh, I'll adore you plenty later. Wow... after you die!

Therefore, it was half natural to accept the way it was and to be faithful to King Sumerian, who duly appreciated me.

Having a privileged flesh and a natural sense of combat, he meets King Sumerian's expectations to the fullest and thus ascends to his present status.

No longer is there anyone who despises him.

"Hi-ha-ha!

A unique hanging voice, Dundee kicks the earth.

The unusually long legs were covered by supple and tough muscles, the speed of which was such as to give the relative the illusion that he was a physical strengthening wizard.

But no.

His magic is not such a soft thing, but a much more troublesome substitute.

While refining the magic that rolls it out in her body, Dundee turns that axe toward the road-

"Ha!?!?

A sharp pain ran down Dundee's abdomen at the moment he shook it down.

His gaze is off the road, heading down naturally.

"What... dude...!?

Between the two of us, there was definitely nothing.

But now, there was a woman carrying a little black knight on her back, making her short blonde smile naughty...... there she was.

"I was there... from the beginning. Ah!

"Bubba Bubba Bubba Bubba!?

Instead of a second, less than half of that moment.

Released, more than ten fisted rains.

They wore exactly Dundee's steeple, and the straight to the right that let him go at the end, he was blown up a dozen meters and slammed to the ground.

"Whoa, you're intolerant... Currell"

"No, no! As Mr. Lord told me! Mechanko, I lost my hand! Otherwise, I'm not fastening the prototype!

The girl, called Currell, said so and hardened her fists even harder, smiling uncontrollably.

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Currell Lion Killer Fist

A glove worn by a certain goddess when she beat to death a warcraft that once looked like a lion raging around in heaven.

It had no power in itself, but the fact that it had bathed the lion's blood and the use of her own hair by the goddess became a sacred object when repairing the torn part.

Once acquired, your arm strength and martial arts are greatly enhanced.

However, it is not possible to use kicking moves when using them.

Weapon Rank: [SSS]

Ability Rank: [SS]

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"Oh yes... well, Lord, are we done yet?

"Oh. Thank you, Hadith"

"Hmm. Call me again."

He delivered the helmet of the underworld that could disappear into his notebook, and Lord stood beside the woman facing forward with his fist up.

And then...

"Ha... gu... uhh..."

Dundee changed her posture from lying on her back to lying down, waking her body up with both hands, poking one knee and staring at the Lords.

"... you'll wake up. I'm out of my hands."

Currell said that, but it's actually a little different.

She had received life from Lord, "Don't Kill Me," but there was also the exhilaration of getting flesh for the first time, where she was seriously beating me up.

Regardless, if she's serious, Dundee's not already in the world.

Nevertheless, the fact that she took it quite seriously but couldn't be put on hold scratched her self-esteem.

Just in this case, you should praise Dundee for getting up.

"Pursuit?

"No... it's okay"

That's what he says, he controls the deviant curel.

It only looks like a load, the colours and shapes of life.

That represented Dundee's considerable weakness.

"Chip... dude... ugh!

The roar of squeezed void.

That's his best now.

The accidentally eaten attack was crushing his body and pride.

Nevertheless, Dandy understands that he is bad for not being able to spot himself.

Therefore, the roar now is against the impudent self.

This is an assassination of anything that hangs on life and death, and the enemy has nothing to do with it.

It's just that...

"Ko, when you're done like this... don't think...!

Dundee's hand stretches out into the demonic stone she was making her nostalgia sneak.

Moment after moment, Lord's spine froze.

"... No way"

Behind Dundee.

Glowing in the dark, three red lights.

I felt at the same time as distorted magic...... human life.

Thus, looking at the three artificial demon stone fighters (high golems) that appeared with the sound of the earth, Lord closed his eyes quietly, exhaling deeply.

Anger and discouragement.

To the depth of man's business, he was once again feeling a strong outrage.

But he can't blow it up personality.

So I closed my eyes and held them down by exhaling.

Still...

"Heh heh... I just won't let you through! At least one or two of your arms... ho..."

At that time, a tremendous amount of magic overflows from the body of the Lord.

Dundee had lost sight of the words because even Currell, who was supposed to be on his side, was so afraid.

When the black cloak he was wearing rose and the demonic silver prosthetic hand he was hiding was dewy, he turned quietly the black notebook page with those silver fingers.

"Marte...... Dragvandil...... Herculessssss......!

Called are the giants who nest in the notebook.

Giant spear Marte.

Inheritance sword dragvandil.

Hero Hammer Hercules.

Lords give life the moment they appear.

And so, at the next moment...

"Nah... ah..."

Dragvandil, three meters tall behind the road to the right, Hercules, four meters back to the left, and Marte, more than… ten meters, stood directly behind him.

"Holder..."

"All three of you, stop those people from moving. That's all I need."

"... I'll take care of it"

"I understand. heir."

"Yeah, okay"

Even in front of such giants, there is no fear of artificial demon stone fighters (high golems).

Ordered by the Demon Stone, but still pushes toward the goal.

But the results were more obvious than seeing fire.

"Nooo!

Hercules plays the Great Sword of the Artificial Demon Stone Soldier (High Golem), grabs his head and slaps it to the ground.

"Heh!

Dragvandil smashed the big spear in one flash and assembled it as it was to deprive him of his freedom.

"Mmm!

Marthe's Palm Bottom causes the Artificial Demon Stone Soldier (High Golem) to lay low on the ground with one blow.

The battle ended in exactly an instant.

"Oh, it's possible... what... Ha!?

Before Dundee, who was stunned, the Lord stood at some point.

And he quietly offered his magic silver hand.

"Here's what I have in my nostalgia"

"... ugh!

The victory and defeat had been entirely decided.

But Dandy has a will, too.

Besides, his loyalty is not cheap enough to offer "yes, I understand."

So it's...

"Death... please..."

The right fist Dundee unleashed, squeezing his last force, rising and letting go with his full strength.

It cut the sky as a matter of course, and the left fist of a change-breaking road was piercing the forged abs again.

Moment Dundee peels off her white eyes and collapses to the ground.

Lorde remained silent and when he put his hand in his pocket and took out the Demon Stone, he put his magic into trying.

"Mm... possessor, it's stopped"

"So is this one. Phew, quite powerful. This is a mess."

"It's gone ugly...... yeah"

"Thank you, all three. Maybe I'll call you again. In the meantime, I'll put it back... Ah, Currell."

While returning the three to the notebook, Lord spoke to the lion-killing girl.

"Ah, yes!

"You keep following me. I asked for it."

"Ri, Ri Ka!

"Well..."

Lord stared at the darkness ahead and began to explore the lives of his companions.

And...

"... you're all pretty struggling. Maybe there are other arrows besides here...... I can't help it either. Hmm, Mr. Bahamut and this is... Cheryl? The two of you first... Mr. Bahamut, anyway, is Cheryl alone?... you should help anyway. Help me, Currell."

"Ha!"

Lord was suppressing grief and anger by looking at how his people were doing.

And calmly, keep burning pale flames in your heart.

Wait one last time, to scorch the sad king... with that flame.