Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"" Art Deployment - Vacant Space Hangar, Connection. Armed Summoning, Candidate Selection, Major Soldier Clothing -: "

A tremendous amount of magic pouring out of your whole body. Mumbling incomprehensible language.

From the above elements, members of the adventurer party Scarlet's Great Shield speculated that the first hand of an enemy named Femme was by magic.

Therefore, this response starts with defense. The party walled Cedric takes it, takes a later tip, Girard attacks, and Goche hangs the chase. Ninon restores his magic to attack and is ready to exercise any of them immediately. In some cases, the order in which Girard and Goce acted would be reversed. All four of them instantly decided that would go ahead.

That is by no means a complete mistake. Indeed, the means she exercises activate with magical logic, feed on magic and activate magical effects.

But what emerged as a result was a substitute for jumping over their common sense in centuries.

"Gatling Cannon!"

An iron mass appears to float in the void where there should be nothing. No, the materials that make up the object are not easy to use, such as iron. But it was a truly boneless mass of metal that could only be seen in the eyes of Girard.

"What is that?!?

Cedric, who will be the first to receive that effect in this, screams in heaven.

A perforated tip at equal intervals reminiscent of lotus root. A boneless thick cylinder that leads there. To the base that supports it at the base of the barrel, Fem holds it by inserting his right arm to the elbow. The slit halfway through its base was joined and connected by a belt with snake-bellied undulations.

incomprehensible and unintelligible. It was as armed as it took the form of such a word. The weight will be. It's a big piece of metal, anyway. If you swing and punch him, the approximate opponent is visible to be crushed by a single blow. But its shape was too distorted to be seen as a blunt instrument.

Of course, she's not going to use it as a blunt instrument.

Naturally, she intended to use it as a firearm - although the concept of such a weapon did not exist in the human head of this continent, this world, until this moment.

"Enjoy it, then, and a treat mass.... Fire!

Together with the ringing, the trigger planted in the handle portion is pulled with a finger covered in the armor.

Shortly afterwards, the uniform, which was supposed to be based on unknown and untouched science and technology, activated the magic guide as an alternative principle.

The magic supplied by the Vrill Generator produces a rotation of the mechanism, involving the bullet belt inside. Ammunition is supplied in the cylinder as well as burning explosively in reaction to internal magic. Let the gas pressure skyrocket and push the warhead out - no, let's not waste and crap portrayals.

A brief description of the events that have occurred can be found below.

The steel warcraft roared and spit out the hot iron braces.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!?

Cedric roared at the continuous impact transmitted over the set dragon scale shield. You have to scream and tread and give life to your temper. Otherwise, the great shield, which reproduces the strength of the dragon's scales, stops using it in a flash. Following such a hunch, I endured diligently.

The hunch was right. Even Cedric's body is so thoroughly defended, because he is pushed back and forth by an attack that keeps pounding his shield like heavy rain.

But you can't keep beating me forever. This shield's super defense consists of sipping the life of the owner. If this situation continues for three minutes, Cedric will be killed by his own shield, not by an enemy attack.

His people couldn't sit it down or anything.

"Let it be!

"It's a monstrous weapon, but I won't let you use it any more!

"O LORD, lay down upon yourselves for a rare visit -:!"

Girard and Goche jump from the back of the shield to the left and right to fight back, and Ninon utters the sacrament of recovery. If Cedric takes on the defense, the two remaining men will be in charge of the attack. In the meantime, Ninon will just get in shape to use sacred magic and heal his companions according to the circumstances.

A must-win battle that once dropped numerous demons in the West and even dragons eventually broke their knees.

The fem that preceded it,

"" Armed Summoning, Candidate Selection, Secondary Armor - "

himself, calmly chose a new tactic.

"" - Hand Cannon ".... FIRE!

Just like earlier, we took weapons from a space where there was nothing, but unlike earlier, we used them immediately as if they were unplugged.

Press the roar of Gatling Cannon and a new roar sounds.

To Goche's eyes, it looked as if Fem's left hand had exploded.

Impact simultaneously.

"Guuuuuuuu......!?

Struck hard in the chest by something, he unnaturally blows back in the air. Something brilliant broke apart on that trajectory. That's the chest armor Goche was equipped with, the end of it. It was destroyed under a blow by a new weapon summoned by Fem.

On her left hand, an object was gripped like molding a thick iron plate into the shape of a short cylinder, blowing smoke from a round hole in the tip. That's no different than the murder weapon that shot Goche.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!!

Girard fleshes to femme with a roar, literally behind the blown away companion behind his back. Only at this moment right now, I forget about the cheapness of the blown up Goche. I don't have time to worry. The overthrow of this enemy is paramount first. Even if your companions were helping you, if you give your enemies the freedom to chase, they will not survive.

"'- or awe is the Lord's Ridge. And exhort the wicked by it. Stigmata: Ow!

Furthermore, the restraint caused by the divine magic of Ninon, who finished chanting, also flies. Even for a moment. If only we could stop the movement, Girard would discuss it there. Too deadly a gap in the battle against leading warriors. In an attempt to produce it, the sacred marks of the sentence were worn on Fem's limbs,

"Sweet Death"

Without any effect, it was turned into particles of light and dispersed.

"Ugh, lie!?

Magic, which is supposed to exert a high degree of restraint on a demonic being, does not work as if it were paper handcuffs. Ninon speaks out in amazement at such a situation. Sure, the species of guardian who named him this fem is unknown, but from his mouth it would not be human. If demons, demons, etc., then divine magic should pass. For instance, it is impossible to resist without a moment's delay, even if it is a human species or a subrace.

Its unidentified presence redirects the iron monster that was pointing at Cedric towards his approaching opponent. The pull iron stays pushed in, which means it keeps shooting. The barrage twirls, and the serpent draws a depressing orbit and kills it to Girard.

While Cedric defends himself with a dragon scale shield, which is also an ultra-first-class courtesy, Girard's armor is only armor. This is the highest quality piece of equipment you can hope for, but it was inferior to the pearl delicacies created from the dead dragon. Not to mention too little to resist the outrage that embodies the four letters of iron wind thunderstorms.

But it is.

What if Girard was able to defend himself with more protective equipment than dragons, just like the heavy warriors you could rely on?

"Sweet is..."

"- It's you!

Girard shouted as he resisted the paralysis of both arms.

Yes, arm paralysis. He's paralyzed because he's using it to defend himself. He also has the means to prevent Femme from launching strange attacks. I had it in my hand from the beginning - a sharp knife that worked out better than a dragon's fang.

Dragon Tooth Sword, which is originally a weapon. Operate as an impromptu shield by putting the blade to sleep and turning its belly on. Naturally, but after feeding on vitality and strengthening hardness. Fangs and scales are part of a non-standard life called the same dragon. Then there is no way that this sword, which is more forged than that, can be placed in strength and inferior to the shield of scales.

Still, weapons are weapons. It is not a substitute for protective equipment. In the end, it's temporary... but with that temporary, it's enough. Unlike Cedric, who was in a position to stand with Don from the start and take the attack, Girard is running and walking down the ground. Scream to Fem as the momentum holds, and let him bathe with a machete, and that's fine. Until then, there will be no problem.

"Insane, hands!

Femme shows a slight swing in her golden eyes as she leaks a statement that put herself up on the shelf.

In fact, Girard's hand is insane as well. Where can anyone dare to use the belly of a sword as a shield against a roaring machine gun? The defense fails just a few centimeters off the torso, and the body is torn apart like thin paper being struck by rain. No, in the first place, no matter how strong your sword is, there's no way you can withstand the impact of a landing. It would be logic to remove the sword if you took even one blow.

A rank adventurer because he overturns that logic and exchanges irrationality, and a special medal for dragon killing? After all, how brilliant a combat talent can be, Girard had an intuitive grasp of the armed trait of firearms, which is a total first glance.

(Understood. His weapon is a hole like that fire blowing mouth - he can only fly an attack on that straight extension line!

The bullet flies out of the muzzle drawing a linear ballistic. An insight into that fact had established this miracle defense law. If you place an obstacle on the ray at the gunpoint pointed this way, your back will be safe. Nothing is irrational, that's what makes sense. He was exaggerating the insane proclamation not by words but by deeds.

But...

(But our muzzle is in one, Amasen...!

Fem also silently rejects his answer. Hand Cannon who shot down Goche - trying to point a large-calibre pistol towards Girard. The Gatling was first pointed from left to right until it was moved closer because it was approached. If you want to beat it, give me another one.

(- Ku!?

In a moment of life and death, Girard saw a stagnant world. The action of adrenaline activates the brain, and in a long stretched time, the left hand of the fem tries to cross over the right arm carrying the gatring. I intuited that when that thing totally pointed this one at me, it was my final period.

Gatling Cannon still keeps firing in a row trying to strike him with his sword as his shield. Hand Cannon is definitely trying to capture him. His body is about to run toward her, unchanged in phase.

A long, long moment, like a sticky mud flowing.

It wasn't him or her who broke it.

"... get out of the way yeah yeah yeah!!

With the anger, a swirling hand axe flies to Femme.

He was the first Cedric to suffer a rare blow at Gatling. After the target of the attack moved to the other two, this man wasn't playing either. Until you anticipated a moment when you could inflict a definite Painful Strike on your enemies to help your allies. And that was none other than now that Fem was trying to point the firearms in both arms at Girard at the same time.

Before the imminent murder weapon, the armed monster stops the attack.

"Evade - No, intercept Mass!

Less than a moment later, Fem chooses an anti-aircraft interception after a slight cruise. The firearm on his left hand was re-targeted and his index finger pulled the trigger.

With the roar, a flying hand axe is knocked down by a hand cannon warhead.

At the same time, without missing the stiffness of the opponent, Girard approaches by twisting while escaping the rays of Gatling. I caught Femme in time.

"Huh!"

Put the enemy at the distance of the call, return the gain and hold it backwards.

What Girard took was a heterogeneous structure that sank his body and lowered his posture as he stepped in momentum, folded his limbs enough to land his jaw on the ground, and accumulated springs all over his body.

Fu Hu, known and learned among swordsmiths, is a preliminary action to flex your whole body like a spring and focus all your efforts on backhand slashing.

But in the land of the West, the structure had another name.

Calling people, lion scales.

[The Red Lion] once befell the evil dragon with a todome, saying it was a sign of a special sword.

"MO...... holy crap!!

In the blink of an eye, what was unleashed was a counter-attack knife, reminiscent of the sight of fallen thunder returning to heaven.

It's a blow to the fangs of a life-sucking dragon with even the intention of giving it a soul. The light emitted by the torso transcends phosphorescence to the extreme light, and the sword flash trajectory is still the exhalation of the Fire Dragon.

The only response I could convey over the pattern was... the same feeling I felt when I slashed Mithril Golem, breaking metal.

Weakness sucked by the weapon in your hand. Girard bites his teeth to the point where his back teeth are crushed, falling to the ground with that and the inertia that unleashed the move.

(... pulled out. Shallow!)

The only thing I slashed was a weapon.

As proof of that, Fem is alive and well. Release your right hand and abandon the gattling that was made into two halves. It was about to move on to the next attack, faster than it fell to the floor and made a noise. Cold left pistol. This time I try to sight.

"... hey hey hey!!

But it was still inhibited this time.

Goche, with a short knife in his hands, hits Femme as he raises a strange cry from across to whether he is a monkey or a weird bird.

His two names are [Dancing Gorillas]. That is, the big monkey dancing. It comes from manipulating two swords with a dancing and dancing body twist, along with an explosion breath reminiscent of a roar. He's a super aggressive style adventurer who masks the common sense of an explorer named Novo.

On the other hand, it is also a double-edged blade. In addition to breathing that burns out the oxygen in your lungs, you must even be responsible for supplying life to your weapon, the dinosaur claw. If you decide, that's what you can do with your enemies in a breath, but for that matter, the burden on your body was unusual.

Besides, Goche is now handy after taking the first blow. Naturally, the movement lacks dull glory compared to the time of fullness. I was not far from exhausted and could see that I could be tailored to Femme, who went out to fight back.

"" - Wide heel. "Eh!

What overshadowed it was the healing magic unleashed by the rear Ninon. Energizing lost vitality, healing wounds, [Mai Gorillas] regains the agility of aliases.

Not only did the healing fluctuations emitted to the wide area have an effect on Girard and Cedric as well. [Red Lion], who was laying low on the ground in the sight of a blow of all his might, withstood a series of blows and roughed his breath, [Red Lotus Wall] returns to the battlefield together with his strength.

"... Phew"

Femme laughs as she turns herself away from the duplicity of Goche, which strikes like a storm, and is eager to avoid dancing. He also laughs as he exposes himself to the two swords of the dragon's claws themselves, sensing signs of impending swordsmen and heavy warriors, and puts into his eyes the figure of a cleric who holds them together and supports them.

The expression is worthy of the young woman's face, and then a delightfully broken mouth that does not fit into the status quo that presents the appearance of blood warfare by the deadly. With that mouth she summoned the next armed.

"" Armed Summoning, Candidate Selection, Bullet Throwing - "

"! Something will come again!

Ninon, who watched the battle move more than the rear, calls for vigilance.

But it's too late. At the earliest, it won't be intact.

Goche is making an attack nearby that won't even allow his opponent to fire, and the other two had too much momentum to stop suddenly.

"" - Pineapple Grenade:! "

The weapon that appeared, at first glance, resembled a kind of fruit. But the firm texture is undoubtedly that of metal, and the impression given to the beholder is that it is in line with iron beastly gatlings and fire-spraying mouth-washed pistols.

That's three. It mimics the precedent and arises abruptly from a void with nothing.

Fem doesn't even take them in his hands. Just call it in and roll it over without doing anything. Just the part of the fruit that hits the hedge moves alone, from which something like a pin spits out. As it were, the abnormal fruit fell to the floor,

"Get down!

Explosion.

Red and black blast flames lick all around you as you sprinkle swordswallowing fragments. Swirling destruction swallowed Girard, Cedric, Goche, and Fem himself.

"Dj, suicide bomb......!?

The insane and extreme method of warfare shocks Ninon enough to forget to worry about his people for a moment. Anyway, it's an outrage that doesn't even spare itself the temple to defend. It is too unscrupulous.

But she was not allowed to keep trembling in amazement, nor to return to me and spare her companions.

- Gunshots.

"Ha ha!?

Impact like an elephant stepped on his belly. A pistol shot a cleric in the stomach with a wind hole in the smoke. That's how the femme appears with the smoke out of the wind, with cuttlefish and footsteps. On the left hand side is a large pistol that soaks up nitrous smoke. With the blast blocking his sight, he fired precisely at Ninon. I don't know what that means, there's no difference in that figure other than slight coal burns. It was completely intact.

"Ugh, gu..."

Ninon rises, even as she fades into vomiting and zeroes black blood from the edge of her mouth. Her equipment was also a courtesy and dragonbeard garment created from dragon carcasses again. Instead of penetrating it to the extent of a direct blow from a pistol bullet, it doesn't even produce a detachment. Nevertheless, that is only limited to the safety of the equipment. Even though supple materials disperse and absorb large shocks, they cannot completely protect the human body beneath them. The kinetic energy that didn't kill out was scratching her body and damaging several organs. Dark spitting blood is its birthplace.

If you're a regular person, you're definitely incapacitated. But Ninon is also an A-rank adventurer and the corner of The Scarlet Shield. To the extent that my gut is damaged now, I will not stop the fight. Place your hands on the shot belly and pour in a wave of healing.

"Hih, heel: …"

By the time the green phosphorescence subsided, the hernia and nausea that protruded from the body had disappeared like lies. But the fat sweat that floats in Ninon's face never pulls off. That's because of the intimidation of a monster who looked like a beautiful woman standing in front of her.

A tremendous amount of magic dripping from your whole body. The firepower of an incredible attack carried out. Robustness that doesn't scratch one after a suicide bomber's tactic of war. Either way, it overwhelms the A-rank adventurers. Together, it could even outnumber the dragons we once fought, the incarnation of outrage.

I had no idea these monsters were asleep in the ruins behind the unknown mountain. Already, the situation is beyond what can be dealt with at the A-rank party. If the highest adventurers in each country don't join hands, they won't even feel comfortable fighting each other. Even such fears overhead.

"Excellent," said Mass with praise.... Even with all this attack, it should be noted that all survive toha "

Say, Femme looks around the clear area of smoke.

The survival of the 'Apostle of Dawn', which had been imprisoned and tortured and now abandoned, had at some point eaten stray bullets and taken his breath away. A body full of holes is dispersed, like a piece of paper cut a thousand times ignoring the cutting wire. This is usually what happens when you get a Gatling Cannon sweep. 'The Great Scarlet Shield', which has endured and fought back, is the anomaly.

anomaly. Yes, The Great Scarlet Shield was still an unusual adventurer. Fem's summoned grenade explosion. Even when caught up in it, the three avant-garde men were alive. He blackened all over the place and was engraved with burns and lacerations all over his body, yet kept breathing and beating.

"Gu, no..."

"Oh, it was dangerous..."

"Ah, oh. If Girard hadn't instructed me aggressively, I'd be a Buddha now..."

Not only that, but he rises up vigorously on his limbs even as he vomits evil. If Femme is a monster, so are they. An adventurer is a monster who kills a monster, if you will. And A-rank is located in its far north. If you're a regular person, you're dead ten times. Trying to get up under attack, that doesn't deserve any surprise.

Ning Lo, what's amazing is the sense of combat that saw the best defensive action and put it into action. As Goche leaked, they were following Girard's instructions to scream "get down". In the dominant Itucella continent of swords and magic, it attracts an optimal solution on the spot to the production of unknown science and technology, such as grenades. This would be what should be called an anomaly.

Of course, I didn't turn it down with a trustworthy intuition without any basis. Femme's attacks to date were all high-speed and linearly dotted objects. However, the attack unleashed by the three of us has never been more protracted. Then isn't that an attack in terms of blasting or something? If so, you should lower your posture and lay low on the ground to minimize the area of blast and so on - such reasoning was ejected unconsciously.

The sense of smell that feels the painful answer is the right answer, the courage to not hesitate to entrust oneself to that answer, and the trust that one can believe in that choice made by the leader. With them, for the first time, the men allowed themselves to survive. This would be the true, admirable figure of the warriors.

Femme laughs even more when she sees the men pulling their worn bodies together and standing up and the woman who went into chanting again to heal them.

"Glad Death. Fun Death. This is Tatakai, this is Towsoo. This is the Yorokobi that this... can fulfill the mission! Woohoo, Minna felt this way, because she always felt it, Ska!

She was all over her body expressing joy as she narrowed her eyes inadvertently and spread her hands to welcome her lover.

Later on, "The Great Scarlet Shield" gradually prepares to resume combat.

"What can I do? He's a monster."

"As soon as I recover, I'll have to slap him with all my strength again..."

"How to strike, right..."

"Hey, I have an idea..."

That's what Goche says, turning his loose glance behind Femme.

A crystal in the middle of the hall with brilliant lights on the ruins of the night.

"- When Cedric threw the axe earlier, he stopped moving for a moment before shooting it off, didn't he? It's like you're supposed to be avoidable, but you hesitated to avoid it."

"Did you hesitate to avoid it?

Said and remembered is an act of earlier defense. When Cedric poked his surprise and threw the axe, Femme did tour the judgment. There's no way it was inevitable. Her quickness is such that she can continue to scold Goche for his serial slaughter. Though there was a lot of momentum, we could have avoided throwing weapons.

Failure to do so has only made it impossible to make a choice. For example... if you avoid it, the object behind it that you shouldn't hurt will hit you, etc.

"Um, a giant crystal"

"Guardian here, is that his title? If that's the case, I think it's a reasonable idea to try to protect me."

"For that matter, I also feel like I'm randomly shooting flying tools, causing explosions, doing whatever I want..."

"WOW... but I haven't scratched that crystal once in this fight. If you're confident in the accuracy of the attack, don't you think you can use flashy hands?

Cedric shows the radial black coal painted on the floor with his jaw. It's an example of a grenade explosion. It was an attack that could have involved the crystal behind it if it was bad, but there's enough distance between the explosion trail and the crystal. On the contrary, from the distortions in the traces, Fem was also seen verses that prevented the aftermath from spreading in his own body.

The probability of Goche's reasoning is high, I think.

Girard also moaned.

"Things are a try. Let's do it."

"Yes, okay, so?

"Which way, I feel stuck. If it's possible, we should try everything."

Discard it, take the stand.

Start with a crystal that sits in the middle of the hall while overtaking your opponent's attack. If you are the object to be protected by the monster, be aware of stray bullets and move bluntly as well. Put it in there and slash it down.

It's a cowardly strategy, but it's a battle between life and death. They're not sweet enough to bring in clean dirty likes and dislikes there. I don't care what kind of hand you use to win and survive.

And I thought it was settled,

"... hmm, do you want to come, and leak your statement, Mass"

Femme moaned small,

"Sure, it's troublesome to be able to hurt an escort target"

Releasing your hand from the remaining weapon in your left hand,

"Therefore, we will change the routine, Shaw."

I wiped it away somewhere, like a trick.

"What?"

To the inexplicability of its actions, the "Great Scarlet Shield" together frowned. How dare you let go of a weapon that destroyed Goche's chest armor and hit Ninon in the stomach? Besides, I don't even try to call for additional new armaments. I've been fighting with flying gear. I'm not going to fight with my bare hands.

"Finish the Firearms Operations Test Phase. Go on, declare yourself moving to the White Soldier Warfare Test Phase, Mass."

- I thought there was.

As if to mock the prediction, Femme grabs a fist wrapped in her armor, slightly bends her knees, drops her hips, and takes a fresh stand.

Fighting, stand up.

If you do beat him up with your bare hands, you won't be afraid to hurt the crystal in the back. But even though I've been overwhelming this one in shootouts before, can I throw that advantage away without hesitation? Because I can see why.

I'm confident that I can defeat these four even if I put them in melee combat.

"" - Wide heel. "Eh!

While doing so, Ninon was finishing his chant and releasing wide area healing again. Girard's wounds and health drain are rapidly recovering.

Femme is watching it in silence.

"... I just have to do it! Let's go!

Goche set his belly and flew out resolutely. Even if the opponent is confident in the White Soldier, then there are many to stand around with. I had to get close to that crystal first, and I ran out.

Femme waits silently for it.

"Can't you let this guy go...... Nan Wu San!

The last thing left, clench the thick mountain knife and Cedric goes on as well. I'd love to throw my weapon again and see if I could avoid it, but I couldn't release all my weapons on the boulder.

Femme is silently dropping it off.

"... Now it's time to slash"

Finally, Girard shouted with all his might at the Dragon Tooth Sword. The selected attack method is Spike. Stick and kill with the momentum of the assault. I was going to hit the crystal in the back just like that if I dodged it, and I ran.

Fem shuts it up - intercepts.

Well, that's abrupt, but let's say one thing here.

What were the terms of a good adventurer. How much does a man named Girard Lesuan fit in with that? I'm going to verify that.

First, that you have the strength. I don't have any complaints about this. There's no way that a swordsman who once killed a dragon and even manticore or Mithril Golem was a knife on this adventure isn't equipped with strength.

Next, madness. There is no problem in this regard either. A method of warfare in which machine guns are fleshed out with a single sword against their opponents, trying to slash them down. The sensibility of being able to deposit the lives of oneself and one's allies for a moment's notice. Either way, it doesn't come from a legitimate nerve. He is also splendidly insane.

Finally, luck. There will be objections to boulders on this, but I dare say it nonetheless.

Girard Lesuan was fortunate. Undisputed, he was a lucky man.

This is the sight that proves it.

"……………………………… What?

Someone from "The Great Scarlet Shield" leaked a loose voice during that time.

The Lord of Voices may be Cedric or Goche. It can also be Ninon. Whoever it belonged to, it was an unusual voice that I didn't think the adventurers in battle would raise.

Girard, who didn't have to raise that stuff, is really lucky.

Go on, make a noise like you hit a leather bag with accumulated water, and something clashes against the stone wall.

And Femme's feet rubbing past the zari and the floor.

Finally, he made a light noise with Karan and something like a broken fang fell to the floor.

"Jira, ru...?

Ninon wanders his gaze for a moment in search of the appearance of their leader. In the midst of an unprecedented battle with a powerful enemy, it's an uncontroversial extreme, such as taking your gaze off your opponent. Even so, she had to. It's not a matter of the party leader going somewhere in battle to get rid of it.

In doing so, she found the figure of a leader she could rely on at the end of her misery.

Leave only your lower body, dressed up against the hall walls. You look unusual, like a frog in a carriage.

"Huh?... Huh?

For a moment, silence dominates the deepest hall of the temple. Cedric and Goche, who were flying at their opponents, stop moving in the air and land as they are. Femme looked over at the stiff adventurers as they blew up steam from all over her body.

The only thing that sounded was the bewildered voice raised by Ninon.

Gently hoist the right fist that Fem was shaking off.

"Confirm the crack about two millimeters deep, and record the mass. Not intact on boulders, Taka."

Too small a scratch, engraved on the armor.

That's all Girard left, the monster says.

"Horses, deer......!

Understand what happened in the current offense and Cedric leaks a whisper.

The three men in charge of the attack in "The Great Scarlet Shield" were nearly slashed. From among them, Femme chose Girard to be the subject of a counterattack. And Fem waved his fist at him.

That's all, Girard's dead.

The dragon tooth sword that bumped into each other with his fist was broken, his body disappeared half, and the remaining half was slapped against the wall. Immediate death. If you can live with this, that's not who you are.

Heavy warriors groan in despair. Novo has hatred in his eyes. The goddess cannot accept reality and wanders her gaze.

Let's say again, Girard Lesuan was a happy man.

He didn't have to know the grief of losing his people. - Because I'm the first to die.

He reached the top of his life, from which he did not fall. - Because it was immersed in my true self as a warrior, in the midst of a battle with a mighty enemy.

He felt neither pain nor regret. - Because I wasn't given the time to feel it.

The devil who swallowed this mountain in the sea of trees and covered it with a temple. In the end of those involved, his death falls into the category of happiness.

"...... Auto Repair, working properly. Recovery, Complete"

And the wound he left behind, a few seconds later, disappears without a trace. That was called by two names [Red Lion], of a man known for his dragon killing medal, who risked his soul to unleash, the greatest blow of his life - and it was the result.

It would be one of his luck not to have to see such a sight.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Screaming. A flying shadow at the same time.

It is a wild ambush holding a double sword with phosphorescence. Goche was now furious. Round off your usual calm, wave two swords at our samurai and slap them against the enemy. Neither is shouting an example explosion breathing business. It's just a long tailed rage. A wildfire that should be deposited as a party scout is abandoning it and letting itself be killed and hated.

When Femme turned to him in silence, she spread her hands wide open no matter what she thought.

"Terrible, yeah, yeah, yeah!! How dare you give Girard a whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!

Even the thought of surprise at the odd response is not already in Goche. If you're going to expose yourself to defenselessness, you're just going to cut it open.

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die!

Just think of it, he keeps slapping the dinosaur claws in his hand.

"Our, our leader! Hope! No, no, no, no!

Goche was weeping in tears as he stacked his grudges with every blow he put in. He's usually sloping, but he actually admired the leader more than anyone else. When I ran out, it was also Girard who bought me an archaic opponent to get out to him, who regrets himself useless in battle. I can't forget the joy of sending a letter to him as a bandit scumbag and acknowledging him as a member of the party. Even when we disagreed over the policy, we talked to each other until we were satisfied. That is how they sometimes bumped into each other, and still trusted each other, to reach the rank they called heroes. No, no, no, no, no. This guy...

"… confirming a decrease in attack accuracy, and advising Mass"

- Gatin and suddenly two short swords were taken. Femme's hands are grabbing Goche's prey to wrap it up, stopping the attack.

"How did it happen? And, ask, Mass. This will allow us to collect more meaningful combat data earlier. Demand to start over, Mass."

No slight scratches can be seen on the face or body of a monster who says so. No matter how Goche's attacks are losing their usual sophistication, the object is a life-enabled dragon's claw. Yet how sturdy is it not to suffer one cut?

"... uhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Goche, held down by a weapon, begins to see his head pounded as it is. Even though the cut and stabbing did not scratch, there is no way that it can do damage when it comes to punching your head. Losing your sight at the earliest opportunity and attacking your opponent is the only way to be conscious.

To such a madness, Femme leaks her sigh. Her face and posture don't even shake too little as she eats her head poke over and over again.

"You can't do this, and give up, Mass"

"Come on, Goche, get away from me!

Cedric's advice is also slow. No, I said it earlier. Whether they heard me or not.

Goche, who bleeds from his forehead but continues to roll out his headbads,

"... hun!

He was swept off his neck and up with a head poke that Femme rolled out all in return.

Gorche's neckless corpse falls on his back with a shock. The bleeding was all scattered on the floor with the brains and flesh pieces. Instead of taking his leader's revenge, he could not even return blood to his opponent and died.

"Oh, Mr. Goche... Lie, then, Mr. Girard too...?

Ninon, once again shown off his buddy's final period, finally woke up from his own loss. But that doesn't mean things are going to get better. The party has already been halved and the two people who were in charge of the firepower have fallen off. Cedric, a shield, and Ninon, a recoverer. In these two men, there is no means to give an effective blow to a monster who does not hurt even with the claw fangs of a dragon and does not even pass through divine magic.

In fact, in a situation that can only be described as stuffing, heavy warriors make decisions.

"Run, Ninon. I'll stop this place."

"Let, Cedric,?

Set up a shield, shelter just one remaining ally on his back, and stand in front of the enemy. Mutsuruo, you're a bad guy. That's what I'd say, he looked brilliant.

But to send praise innocently, the situation is too bad. Even if you miss Ninon, there are countless golems of security roaming the interior of the ruins. That's not accommodating, but for that matter, it's better mechanical sensing than a tree sea monster. Tools for adventurers to make enemies are often used against biological demons. For lack of opportunity to meet, the Golem is poorly equipped for enemy capabilities. To cut through the A-rank on his own, let's say he's an enemy with bad minutes.

Still, even if we stop here, we're sure to wipe it all out. Then let's bet on the slightest possibility. Even if I gave up my life for it - that was Cedric's idea.

"It's a great dedication, and let me send you a compliment, Mass"

"Sarcasm, you monster"

"No, it's really great, and foolish mass. I also hesitate to do my best and sacrifice myself to do so, Nye. I also want to be a weasel, beautiful attitude Death"

The look on the face of the monster, who said so, was frighteningly gracious. It's like a mother's face watching a child who falls and gets injured scratching a mustache while still standing up. In other words, it is the gaze of the overwhelming superior, who loves the health of the inferior.

"Nevertheless, I'm not going to let you get away with it as much as I am alone," declares Mass. Let the mass-produced golem handle it.... the eagle's task is accomplished with the eagle's own hands sul "

And Fem disappeared in a shaky shake. The step of leaving even the sound behind even exceeded the A-rank adventurer's kinetic vision. Cedric sticks his shield out to our samurai. Please hit the shield, and hope that you will endure it because you can take one shot.

As I hoped, an iron fist enters the dragon scale shield.

My wish didn't come true and I didn't even have a blow.

The sound of a broken copper tap at your disposal. Meanwhile, Cedric's body bounces off the inside. Fly. Because the soft human body reached its limits before robust shields and armor, to an overly intense impact. The shield splashes with every dragon scale stretched out on the table, brilliant in the air the light of life sucked from the owner. It may have been a merciful vale, covering the sight of man being destroyed by Grotesque. But to God's wretched mercy, the Apostle was not even given time to benefit from it.

"Or, ha......!?

Ninon's neck is grabbed up by a finger covered in cold armor. While I mourned Cedric's death, I didn't have time to throw everything away and escape. Fem captured the last survival of the Scarlet Shield with his hand.

"The mission ends with your powerlessness, self-confirmation, Mass."

"Ah, but...!

Ninon gasps as he is mercilessly strangled up his throat. It disappeared after all sorts of thoughts passed through the back of my brain. The grief of losing one of our companions at a time who spent many years together in adventure. The remorse of not being able to help as one. Anger or hatred of the enemy in front of you. Fear of imminent death.

And the last thought I had left was:

"Who, are you...?

It was a very simple question.

He used an unknown weapon, he didn't even pass through the sacred magic, which is a great enemy to the demon, and he didn't even have teeth for the weaponry he forged over the dragon's corpse. I've never even heard of such a monster. If there is, it's the legendary Demon King or his family.

"Ma, saka... high ranking demons..."

"Please don't, and request mass"

To that one word, Fem strengthened the power to distort his expression and get it.

"Damn......!?

"There's also a lot of discrepancy," he said, outraged Mass. You guys said you couldn't even figure out who the eagle was, so ska? Noni you've been fighting for?

…… ……

"Enough, let me tell you, Mass. Good target in the corner, suppressing it to accomplish your mission, but don't imitate it like you're watering it down, Cy."

…………

"Sleep like this," proclaims Mass.... you even have the right to know who the eagle is. "

With arteries compressed and blood flow blocked to the brain, Ninon's consciousness sinks into deep darkness. The golden eyes observe the condition coldly.

Thus, the A-rank adventurer party, The Great Scarlet Shield, all of whom disappeared from the ground.