The appearing Knight of the Crimson Wolf (Wolf Knight) showed the martial arts only by their appearance.
The armor that covers the entire body bounces back easily if there is some attack, and the nature of possessing a different weapon for each individual does not narrow the measures down to one.
The blow carried out from its auspicious arms was just as powerful as not to be alarmed as a middle-class hunter fortified with Mana Materials.
But that can also be a threat because they don't know the information beforehand.
If your opponent is stiff, you just need to prepare an arm to pierce it.
If you have diverse weapons, you can take care of all of them beforehand.
And if it's hard to deal with a middle-class hunter - all you have to do is gather hunters with more level certification than that.
Treasure Hall to be certified to Level 3. Caves present in depressed and lush forests - more than ten treasure hunters assembled before The White Wolf's Nest.
Weapons and origins are not uniform and vary in age and gender. The only thing that exists in common is that the hunters gathered here are all - first-class hunters with a level of certification above level 5.
Treasure hunters are said to have an average certification level of 3. This is because it takes more talent and luck than experience to get more levels.
The hunters gathered were also known in Zebuldia, the capital of the empire, where aspirants of jade stone mixed hunters gathered from all over the world, called the sanctuary of hunters. Some of them are even given two names.
When I say high level certified hunters, that's all they take in Mana Materials and refer to people who cross the half-man's boundaries.
For the hunters who are usually exploring the treasure hall, which is divided much above level 3, Wolf Knight, a few steps stronger than the originally appearing Phantom, is not even a more alarming illusion.
A man hunter, who truncated Wolf Knight on the lookout with that thick armor-by-sword, opened his eyes to the feeling that remained in his hand and confirmed to his companion, who was intercepting another Wolf Knight with a bow and arrow behind him.
"... this was level three for sure, right?
"Uh. Suddenly, they've increased the level of demons. Rodolph the Spear Man was hit. I hear the boss was a strong enemy."
"Are you serious... is that it? But I saw Rodolph today at the expedition."
He said the rescue was on time.
"Heh, that's happening"
We have a light conversation, but the hand doesn't stop.
An unleashed arrow pierces its skull and the Wolf Knight giant falls.
The hunters were gathered this time to check the status of the White Wolf's Nest.
It is rare that the difficulty of the treasure hall suddenly increases, but not at all.
In the event of an irregular occurrence, the expedition issues a request for investigation to the hunters deemed sufficient to do so, and re-certifies the level.
Because of the huge rewards from empires and expeditions, those requests were good enough for the high level hunters.
"But I lived well..."
A strange voice.
It was only the other day that the hunters were issued a request for an investigation by the expedition. This means that the hunter who went to the rescue did not know the abnormality of this treasure house beforehand.
I would have been on alert because the Level 5 hunter is missing, but it's not strange if the mummy removal went mummy.
To that question, he grated a huge bow and his fellow hunter answered it on the top of the Buddha.
"Oh. I hear that 'Thousands of Changes' took it..."
"!? Ugh... level eight. Why again..."
"I don't know. Because you're a man with no grasp. But there must be something we don't understand."
"I see."
Even the heavily populated imperial capital of Hunter has only three Level 8 certifications. Every one of them attacked countless treasure palaces, contributed in various fields and was recognized as special by the Seekers Association.
Thousands of changes among them can be called hunters specializing as treasure hunters.
I didn't do anything special.
He was the leader of a party with talented members, The Ghost of Mourning, the master of a massively grown clan, a strange man who attacked numerous treasure palaces and raised levels in due course, and - yet - hardly heard rumors.
They usually live in clan headquarters, and I haven't even met them because they rarely show up on the surface stage. I just hear he's an invincible man of flair who doesn't look like Level 8 at first sight.
Of course, it wouldn't be the same as an entity. Because level certification exams are not so easy to break through.
"It's time to go inside. Check the ranked Wolf Knight above and the boss if possible. I have to work for my reward."
Copy that.
Switch your thoughts in an instant and make your consciousness a battlefield thing.
Each to the voice hung from the leader, squeezing his expression, he sees the dim treasure hall.
The cold air drifted and the roar echoed as if to intimidate the invaders.
§ § §
Exploring the treasure hall is a tragedy. Fighting the demons and phantoms that live there is life-threatening, no matter how safely you care.
Therefore, good hunters do not fail to drill.
There are also a number of training facilities in Teito for general hunters to use, and if they are small, they are provided in the Explorers Association.
It was only natural that training equipment was created when the funds were to be twisted and the "First Step" base was to be built.
The training grounds of [the beginning footprint] were built across the fifth basement floor, each of which was freely available to members of the clan.
Apparently it cost a lot of money to be equipped to withstand a hunter with ridiculous powers, but he has a good reputation. I don't know the details because I only spoke, but I hear all the clerks, starting with Eva, struggled a lot.
Coming down a metal staircase, it slipped away from a familiar party somewhere.
It's a five-man party. One of them found me and opened his eyes.
There was a big scratch on his cheek. He's a big looking man. The weapon is a long axe that can be broken with full body armor.
... I do look familiar, but I don't get a name.
"Lord Klee. Is this unusual, training?
I'm a little used to it, but it feels odd that I don't know my name and they know this one.
They won't know I don't remember my name, etc.
I smiled softly and deceived. [M]
"I guess that's the place. You guys train too?
To my inquiry, the members look at each other like they're in trouble.
It's a bad reaction. At times like this I get back words that aren't mostly even generic.
The war-torn man frowned on my behalf. [M]
"Yeah...... But now...... you might as well not go. It's a little rough."
"Um... it's already torture"
One man in the back said it was a potpourri in a blue way. Oh well... let's not go anymore...
I don't care what you think, Liz.
In the place where Liz was, it had a sad specification that she could reach nature if she looked for a fallen down human or demonic carcass or a disturbing place.
Tino is excellent. It's really a handful of people who can reach level 4 in a short period of time. And it seems Liz's training for accomplishing that is tough from the hunters of the war.
I know the torture is overstated, but it's possible Liz is getting somewhat hot because she's going back to Hunt as well.
"It's okay, it's okay. Because Liz is mostly rough."
"... Oh, 'Shadow Out' was a party member of Lord Klee"
Five people coming at an indescribable gaze.
I'm sorry my kid always bothers you.
"They're going to fight back when they try to stop it, so you better calm down a little bit before you go -"
I'm so sorry my kid always bothered you.
The look on the faces of everyone who should normally be fine and crossing with demons about how rough it was.
I wish I could rest my body slowly because I'm back...... I don't mind training Tino, but I want you to stop bothering others.
"It's okay, it's okay. Because I'll do something about it."
"... if Lord Klee says so... I won't stop you"
I'm so scared.
One of the rules of our clan is we're all friends. What is it?
Now that Liz had gained strength because she didn't know how to bite anyone, she was no longer like a monster.
For some reason, he takes an unknown party down the stairs.
There were many members wandering in front of the training facility upstairs underground. It's an unusual sight.
One of them notices my signs and turns around.
A dark green-haired brunette. My back is as long as mine, but I can tell from the top of my clothes that the forged flesh belongs to the hunters of the war. I'm a few years older than I am, but I fall into the category of young people among hunters.
One of our clan members. Awesome shooter. Sven Anger.
One of the best in the footprint - a Level 6 certified party, leader of the Black Gold Cross.
…… You're a master! You finally picked me up... stop shadowing me. I can't use the training ground. "
"Monster extermination is not my business."
Instead, Sven and the others' "Black Gold" should have specialised more in exorcising demons and beasts than in exploring the Treasure Palace. Wouldn't there be a curtain for me as a decorative clan master? [M]
"You're your monster!? He's lifting his arm again!
It seems terrible. Even though he's one of the same clan.
"Heh, yeah."
But I don't know if they say that.
Unfortunately, a long time ago, my friends were beyond my comprehension. I can't tell how awesome it's gotten.
Don't you think it's enough to slap a bullet off (or grab it) with your sight blocked?
The hunters with awesome arms narrowed their eyes and glanced at the thick door, leaking a small sigh.
"... No Anthem, no Lucia, no one can stop him. Why is Liz the only one back?"
Sven and his folks behind him say it like they're sick of it.
This guy would be able to cross some strengths, but if you do that, Liz, he'll bite you until one of you falls...
Members of the Mourning Ghost...... My childhood tamers can be divided into roughly two parts.
a troubled child and a relatively rational member.
And our party largely consisted of an equation that Liz or Luke would make a scene and Anthem or Lucia would forgive.
Without a stopper, Liz is now somewhat poorer in quality than the demons around.
I'm so sorry my kid always bothered you.
"Unlocked all the traps and made it to the boss room, but suddenly he wanted to go home, so he threw it out and came back."
"... the purpose of this one was [Castle of Tens of Thousands Demons], right?
Sven frowns as if he had heard even incredible words. I can't believe it either.
Liz is really free to run.
I'm not supposed to be allowed to throw out my allies at the treasure hall and go home, but our party was all childhood friendly except for one new participant who tried to get in once in a while, and because they're all free people for the price, it made up a good thing.
Well, it's not the healers that got out, and there's another bandit, so I guess I can handle it.
Sven says to rush me.
"If you don't get to the stop soon, Tino will die."
"Haha, exaggerate. People don't die that easily."
"Yes, no, I mean it..."
Liz is certainly a genocider, a person who has a habit of biting everywhere and is caught by guards over and over again in fights, hanging up to a prize money in the back and beating up as much dust as possible, but not the kind of person who kills his disciples.
Sven and the others take a step back. I smiled in disdain and slowly opened the door to the training ground.
Liz stood in the middle of the training ground.
Pink blonde hair tied at the back is adorable along with its small body.
At any rate, it would have been even cuter if I hadn't lightly hung my bottom cold voice on something like a chunk of boro rags rolling at its feet.
"Hey? Why aren't you standing? Why aren't you standing? Is that the limit already? That's not supposed to happen, is it? Could it be out of hand? Are you making fun of me? You want to die? You want to die? You don't think I'm gonna die? You don't think I'm gonna kill you? I'm gonna kill you? You don't have anything you want to protect? Why aren't you still moving when your hands and feet are connected? If you don't, if you can't do everything you can... die."
"Yes, that's it!
Without breaking my grin, I broke in there with my hands clasped. [M]
Of course, the inside is a dong pull. Please, I want you to live a little more peacefully.