Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

A demon of human shapes but not human beings.

Big fangs.

Pointed ears.

Plenty of bloated bellies.

Thick arms and feet.

In his hand he holds what man possesses and a weapon that does not suck.

Is dark green skin characteristic?

What does that skin color show?

Fae.

Demons who have not received the protection of the Holy God.

Since it has not been weakened by the protection, it means it has the original strength.

"It is said that the oak species is a fairly intelligent species among demons. For that matter, unlike other demons, cases have also been reported in which killing for simple predatory purposes alone does not end - since ancient times the danger has been considered a fairly high category."

I'm soggy. Who's making noises on the floor with dripping pits from his mouth?

I was badly offended by the sound of sipping up.

At one time, big footsteps.

The orcs split left and right to make the way of the Lord in footsteps.

"Z-"

It was a bigger orc than the others who showed up.

Perhaps that's the guardian species in this room.

"Zuga, Mae... Deya, Lu..."

I'll get you, you said.

Kill, not.

When I realized it, it was in the shape of being sandwiched between the left and right by a herd of oaks.

That's not all.

Even from the doors of the destroyed entrance, the oak appeared in herds.

Don't recall the time of the Blue Goblin......

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not much of a favorite species."

Mr. Currier's gaze is finally cold from earlier.

A little, scary.

Her gaze had been coming and going through the room a few times.

What are you looking at?

"Ahh."

I understand.

With the pine lights on, I could confirm a place like a barn.

There, he thought it was worn out for humans and scattered clothes, armor, and weapons.

If he dies in the sacred ruins, he can be automatically delivered to the ground.

But if they hadn't killed him and kept him alive as a prisoner after he was captured...

"It's been a while since I've learned this type of anger."

You were pressured by Mr. Currier's anger, and he showed the orcs frightened.

The owners of the clothes probably died after being molested.

The torturing tools in the cell, the stains found on the walls of the room, the armor and clothing, were supposedly bloody.

The dull stain proves it.

that there had been acts similar to torture.

Feels like I saw it. It's not a candidate uniform.

Is it from those who were attacking the Holy Ruins before the school was founded?

Could be a member of the Knights of the Holy Tree long ago.

Or the adventurers who were exploring this hierarchy a long time ago.

It looks pretty old when it feels like it can be confirmed by my eyesight.

"B, go...... G - BOOOOOOOOOOO!

One oak jumped out as he swung his stick, as if he was no longer overwhelmed by the intimidation.

"Vogo?"

At an unstoppable speed to his eyes, Mr. Currier was moving in front of the flying oak.

posture after shaking off the sword.

"I used to feel this way when I was in the end of my life."

At the same time as releasing the words, the belly of the oak broke into two diagonal pieces.

"I'm sorry for being self-satisfied, but I'm sorry. More than it's gotten into my eyes- this frustration seems so easy to get rid of."

After being quiet as he hit the water, the oaks roared as they scattered their spit.

Did you turn fear into anger?

"I've heard that the strengths of the oak species lie in the fact that they can crush other emotions by aggressive emotions"

Cecily, who explains that, is already in a combat position.

"Behind Mr. Currier, can I leave it to you?

"Okay."

"I think Mr. Currier will defeat the guardian species of oak as it is. I don't care how you quote it, I don't think that guardian orc is a stronger demon than Mr. Currier in a surgical demon state."

"Where's Crohiko?

"Slash and lie down as soon as you have the entrance and the left hand oak."

I can't afford to talk long.

The fact that we can move to action with short exchanges can also be said to be an advantage for our colleagues who are comfortable communicating.

"I left the right hand side and the leak to the two of you."

"Yeah -"

Before I finish, Mr. Cecily starts acting.

"I've been entrusted!

When Cecily stepped in to cover Mr. Currier, I was jumping the neck of the first orc.

"b...... go, fuggo......"

Livergate's blade was protruded into the back of a guardian species oak that fell and lay on depression.

Zaku.

"- Bugoye!"

"This one, it looks like the last one"

In the end, without needing to use a surgical demon costume, Mr. Currier gave the guardian species orc an overwhelming force.

"Phew."

Take a breath, Mr. Cecily, soaking up chin sweat with her sleeves.

"If it weren't for its melting nature, this room would have turned out to be an amazing sight by now..."

Only crystals, large and small, are left in the room now.

I put "Crazy Cherry Blossoms" on my sheath.

I've found out one thing.

Sacred ruins can't show the true value of Mad Cherry Blossoms.

This demon knife is a knife that uses blood as energy to increase sharpness.

But the demonic blood of the sacred ruins, after a while, disappears, as does the corpse.

It's only really temporary that the demonic blood increases the sharpness.

If we keep slashing it all down, we can maintain it somewhat...

"After checking out the other rooms... is this still the bottom floor? There's nothing special about it."

Surely nothing happens when you defeat a guardian seed-like oak.

I have already confirmed the room with the return transfer device and the room for rest near the stairs.

Mr. Cecily laid her hands on the iron fence of the rusty floating chamber and looked inside.

"Think about the next time a candidate arrives at the bottom level, you should report the information on the bottom level of this oak dweller to the school."

The demons of the Holy Ruins will not disappear.

It has been confirmed in the past that even if demons in the hierarchy are driven away, they are also emerging from somewhere.

"b... g, go...,..., -"

The faintly breathing guardian species Orc exhausted.

It is the toughness of its vitality that I realized when I tried and fought the oak.

In short, it's a tough demon.

Even if your head is pierced with a sword, it can be described as just the life force around living for a while.

Mr. Currier saw the colour of the bracelet showing the hierarchy.

An increased transparency bracelet for each tier.

It was almost colorless and transparent.

"Well, has this opened the way to the Extraordinary Sacred Ruins? Now, retrieve the crystals and go back to your room."

Moments.

The body of the protected species oak, which began to melt, began to emit light.

followed by a grunt with a slight vibration.

"Hey, what... Huh!?

The roar of the sacred ruins.

I don't have many memories of this.

"Chip! Crohiko, Cecily! Quickly, in the return room."

For a second.

Between me and you, a wall appears from the bottom.

Soon after we reacted, the walls split us apart with piling momentum.

"Crohiko!"

"Are you okay!?

Two cuddly, distant voices.

"Knock."

It is sensible that the death of the guardian species Orc triggered this.

But I don't know what...

This time, as if the Holy Ruins were waiting.

――――

Living ruins, huh?

Gacko, a heavy sound.

Floating sensation.

But like that time, there wasn't a hole.

"This, ha"

The only place I'm at is downstairs like an elevator.

Look up at the ceiling.

The blocks of stone fold one after the other so as to form a ceiling from left to right.

Flying with the wings of the fifth curse will not bring you back.

Draw a circle with a third curse and drill a cylindrical hole?

No, you can't.

If the first wall was already gone, and Mr. Currier or Mr. Cecily were peeking downstairs, it could involve both of us.

I'm the only one who got pulled.

Are you trying to kill me?

Are you trying to ask me out?

The room stops moving.

A large passage was stretching forward.

Old fashioned smell.

Powdered cobblestones.

The road leads across the darkness with open mouths.

Look at the ring in a daze.

A ring that shows the position of each other in the example.

I had it charged before I went into the protective species room just in case.

I'm glad I assumed the worst from past experience.

The thin, blue-white light muscles show slight inclination.

From the point of view of the fall speed and time, the distance should not be so open.

I think the distance from that protective species room is about three or four tiers at best.

Hmm?

"Guillaume, Guillaume... Guillaume!

The first to emerge from beyond the darkness was the Blue Goblin of Nostalgia.

And from behind the demons of the cause appeared Zorozolo,

"G, L, L..."

"Pugger!"

Fae demons, met in each hierarchy.

Not a single white demon.

All, original demons.

"Sooo."

Breathe, prepare.

Pull the Shi Jing sword and demon knife out of the sheath.

Stand with both hands.

Step forward.

Strange.

I'm not in as much a hurry as I was then.

"I'm sorry."

I have a feeling that I will definitely be able to get to both of you.

"If I disturb you, I will not forgive you"

My Shi Jing sword is slashing and ripping its throat as the leading Blue Goblin stepped in.

It was now almost reflexive to control the destination to match the opponent's steps.

Slash down one - two or three - before the surrounding demons get in position.

Kick a bunch of demons as they advance.

None of the demons even reach the Final No-10 Display Army, which fought during the Sacred Martial Arts Festival.

But it works minimally.

To keep your health warm at all.

Slash,

Slash,

Slash and kill.

A pure intent to kill is coming at me.

But I'm used to killing people.

I don't think I will be frightened by the intention to kill myself in the future.

What scares me more is the killing intentions that can be directed at my loved ones.

I was more worried about those two than I was about falling here.

Haven't the Holy Ruins stripped those two of their fangs?

I'm just curious about that.

We need to get back as soon as possible.

We need to make sure you're both safe.

Run through.

In blue blood, I searched for something to pass up.

The light on the walls is getting stronger.

Does it feel like I'm back on the main route?

The demons, on the other hand, push one after the other.

"- Huh"

Out of the way.

of exploration.

I looked back once to the demon that pushed me from behind.

"Out of the way da"

Stopped.

The demon moves.

…………

Is that it?

What the fuck?

Voice now.

It was like the voice of Beshgham when he was releasing his intent to kill.

Or as frightened as I was a little when I spoke out.

But...... I'm not frightened by the intent to kill. I didn't expect you to be frightened by your own intent to kill.

…………

Fair enough.

Temporarily, I guess, but the demon movement stopped anyway.

Hurry up.

So far this hierarchy has not been able to confirm the door.

Does the staircase itself exist?

Second, stop.

I see a hole in the distance......

It looks like it's going up there.

Should I just go up that one?

I run out again, feeling the signs of a herd of demons behind my back.

But I ran for dozens of meters, and I braked.

Something happened.

Something like a door.

Somewhere, it was a crest that looked familiar.

What the fuck?

Where'd you see that?

"Yes."

I remember.

That underground altar in the clock tower.

That's the crest that was painted on that altar.

In the basement of that clock tower that Mr. Makina and I went to, there was.

"No way -"

I looked back at the passage I passed.