My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- Let's go, horn! Shinjitsu!!

"- Anytime, Zed! And I'm starving!

"- Me too!! The sooner I finish, the sooner I take a bath, the sooner I go to bed eating carnivores!

"- How much meat would you like!? Hey, how much meat do you want?

More than half a day graciously from the start of the fight.

It is already night, even though it is a crusading job that began early in the morning.

Four of the top team of adventurers in the Kingdom of Nastiara, the Blackbird of Dawn, and one of the extraordinary, were visiting the depths of the Forgotten Home Forest.

The target is a herd of foot-length dragons.

The aim is to crusade.

I don't know how many, but the number of hunted has already exceeded twenty and there are about four left, including the boss.

Finally, I hunted him down.

The sun also falls and is dim - but in the woods, where light plunges into a wide area, the "blackbirds" remain running almost all the time, from morning until now.

Because if you stop at all, you'll soon be surrounded.

A foot-length dragon is simply a wild land dragon.

Land dragons, mostly kept in Wang Du and other large cities, are considered livestock for carrying people and luggage.

Together with that, it is said - but the foot-length dragon has only lived in the wild, and each individual differs greatly, and is also more developed than the species in which the leg strength, which is an advantage, is kept.

Especially since this leg-length dragon boss is a big individual, more fit than even veteran adventurers have ever seen.

He doesn't seem retarded, he's killing his people and he's mad at you, but he's standing around calmly and working with his people.

It's small from the dragon species, but it still means it's not a dragon species to Dada.

Prey as you sew between the trees, running complicated - they hunt down humans.

Just saying that the forest is our own hunting ground.

No, I guess it is, actually.

But because it's an obstruction-rich forest, the "blackbirds" also survive.

A man with no fangs to chew off, not to mention sturdy scales, losing in numbers, with simple foot speed.

It would rather be tighter where it was opened.

"- Timing it!

One of the "Blackbird" members running somewhere in the woods, Glock, flies the instructions out loud.

Apparently, we're ready over there.

"- Me and Veronica will kill the boss's left and right guy at the same time! Ain't no stopping the rest of the head!

Four heads following Horn and Zed side-by-side.

A large head in it responds to Glock's voice and circles his neck as he runs.

After this "voice," there are definitely fewer of us.

I guess I just learned it already.

Unlike the humans I've been eating all over, he said.

"- Zed! Horn! I'll take care of the boss!

I'm just finally hunting him down.

And it's finally going to be settled.

"- Hey how many meats!?

"- Ugh!... All right, let's go, motherfucker!!

The two heads, running left and right of the boss, one quietly fell off his neck with Ston and the other pierced his head by a spear of a man descending from the top

At the same time, there was a heavy shock noise from one of the heads behind me who was chasing Horn and Zed, screaming and falling.

Now we have no companions to protect the boss.

How hard did you struggle to make this moment?

- Zed, accelerated by an "internal explosion," moved in an instant in front of the boss,

"I'm tired of seeing your face!!

The boss, upset by the sudden murder of his buddy and unable to keep up with the response, was unable to keep up with this speed of Zed for the first time.

A kick by Zed's "Demon Steel Feet," which came in at a fierce speed directly from the front, plunged decently into the sidelines.

Scale flies upside down against the metal leg through the meat deep, with a few splendid fangs broken.

Momentum rolled ahead on the ground - there was a horn hanging a sword that housed the light of the "dark hunt".

"Yes, I'm done."

- I'm tired.

Now that the crusade request, which had taken a long time, was finally over, everyone was about to be crushed by that one word.

"... Awww... I thought I was gonna die again and again..."

Even the servant Zed hasn't struggled this far in a long time.

One-on-one, you can beat as many people as you want.

But I never thought the herd would be so troublesome.

- Especially that boss.

This is the first demon to evade the attack of the full "Iron Eater" Zed.

Zed had never fought a foot-length dragon before, but there were no demons around Crozheit that had such good motion vision.

Though I still think that individual was more special than the long-legged dragon.

Because it worked for other foot-length dragons - although the moment the attack succeeded, he was attacked by three heads and "demon-steeled his entire body" to evade it urgently.

The reaction was only slightly delayed and would have died for sure.

I think he was a really horrible opponent.

Around Crozheit, there are few demons in the herd.

The experience of being surrounded by the vast majority of demons was not much in itself.

"Oops, tired"

Glock and Veronica are coming. - Everyone is worn out, there is no such thing as an intact person.

"Hey old man, isn't it just too sweet to let a member of the temporary depository do this?

It is only natural that I want to complain and say one thing.

Because I'm really dying Zed over and over again.

"Don't be silly. I'm sure it's because you told me to make it quick."

But the old man. From Glock, I think that's what he said back, "Don't be sweet."

I did say that.

Nevertheless, it is more of a misdigit tightness than you can imagine.

"It's easier to hit a carriage..."

"Hmm? What did you just say?

"Nothing."

Zed turns a blind eye to a scary eyelid woman (Veronica). Now I just want to rest. I don't even need my favorite rub.

"The arrow was critical. It wasn't safe."

I should have brought a fair amount, but there are only three more arrows left of Einleese.

The number of times Zed was saved by her cover fire this time is not enough with one hand.

I might have saved them thirty times if I had put in all of them.

Definitely awesome.

"Good luck"

The only energetic person on this occasion is Deputy Leader Anemore, the red-hood woman who rushed me around the evening.

I can't let her, the sorcerer, out on such a turbulent battlefield, so I just asked her to create a magical light source from afar.

It is night already.

It was clear to everyone that the continuation of the battle in the dark was just reckless.

On the woods, he floated me a little sun.

Thanks to this, it is easy to see thin blurred to the extent that the ground is well visible, even if not to say like noon.

"Excuse me for a second"

And, she said no, flashing the sun that was illuminating a strip about twice.

"This will do. Let's take a little break."

A two-time flashing signal from a pre-meeting called for company waiting outside the woods.

I ran around the wide woods.

The location of the tailored foot-length dragon is also a city, and it is a struggle simply to recover materials and demonic nuclei.

Of course, the effort to bring it home is considerable.

Members who are exhausted to see it are to take a short break like this and retreat once they have recovered a little strength.

And then there's later work, including Anemore.

"- Hey, hey! You can eat a foot-length dragon!? Let's eat. Come on! Come on!"

No, there seemed to be another one who was fine.

Horn, who dragged the boss with his sword still growing deep in his throat, was a full smile, not even a face or anything like everyone's "what the hell is this..."