The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

"What kind of person is carrying a demon... isn't that a demon?

When I heard about Green, Bourke returned his opinion.

I do agree with Gay that if you think about it normally, hey.

Demons are literally positions in which they can act according to the demons they capture.

And if he was a somewhat skilled demon, it would also be possible to travel with a large number of demons, and Bork would have considered that possibility.

In this world, and if it is something that puts itself in adventurer operation, it can be said that it is only natural to reach this possibility.

"Oh, I do wonder if this is a demon, too, but-"

And Green also showed a reply affirming the two opinions.

But still, the expression is not superior.

"The forest is frightened against imminent existence"

――!?

"Chi -"

The moment he heard the ensuing Green words, Gay put up a hammer and Bourke also let his hand sneak into his cape.

The three of them naturally know each other's abilities more than they are partying together, albeit temporarily.

And the fact that the forest is frightened when it comes to Green Forest Search leads to obvious hostility towards the other party.

Because even demons that demons are taking, plants react, but still just walking with them isn't until they're frightened.

But why hostility? I'm sorry about the trouble.

"You idiot, this mission itself isn't a hassle already. So, what about the demon they're carrying?

"... that's..."

"Heh, he just said he beat my servant (pet) to the boulder, and he looks pretty strong."

The voice reached each ear first, and sooner than Green finished speaking, the grass swayed, and the heretics stepped into their formative space.

The three adventurers instantly ran their gaze to the visiting group.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

"... Oh, come on, are you serious?

Gay glanced at Sole, who showed up with about thirty demons, and Bork raised his voice of surprise.

But Bork was never surprised by the sense of crisis.

Because he showed up. That just seemed like a kid to me.

He's as short as that. But we're only talking about impressions.

Because of the low voice emitted, we know that he is a man.

However, he is dressed in a hooded jacket, and furthermore the hood has been worn so deeply that his expression is indistinguishable except in the lower part of his nose.

However, that wraps around the whole body. It has been stained so toxic that it has been distracted with so much more shady humidity around it that it has not lifted its guard with regard to gays and greens.

"Totally freaked out and lost it. He's a lot shorter, and he's not a kid yet?

"Bork, don't be alarmed. Something's wrong with this guy."

"I don't agree - there's a siren in my brain, too."

The two call attention, but Bork flaunts his shoulders.

"You worry too much. First of all, isn't it just goblins that are taking him?"

A statement that looks down on the other person.

But you were right. The man in front of him brought in thirty demons, all of which were goblins, arguably the epitome of lower demons.

"With all this number, you might freak out if you're about C-rank, but you're not our enemy, are you?

"... it's definitely a goblin..."

Green returning to whine to Bourke's remarks.

If it's goblins, it's certainly not a big threat to them.

But still, the anxiety hasn't been wiped away.

"Knock it off! Haha!

Then, suddenly, a man in a hood laughed out.

What's so funny? and Bork frowns.

"What the hell, Temehe? Are you out of your mind?

"Yes, you out-too!

Fingers stretched from inside the coat indicate bork, what? and round your eyes.

"Out, what are you talking about, Teme?

"It means exactly what it means. You're a perfectly understandable miscellaneous fish character."

Bourke, huh? and utter his voice in the way he came with his cock.

"Are you telling me you're a mutton fish?

"Who do you think there is but you? That's how the guy who licks them dies first."

Shoulder shaking, creeping, and sneering from inside the hood, the man made such a statement.

"... I can't believe it. If you can do it, do it."

Blue muscle on Bork's forehead.

The man's words seemed effective enough to reverse his nerves.

"Hey! Don't ride the provocation!

"Well, I can't do a good job with blood on my head."

The two call attention to Bourke, who is going to jump.

But...

"Really? Then I'll let you do it. Come on, you guys, come on!

The mysterious man's decree set a few goblins in motion for the three.

Bork comes forward in the form of an acknowledgement and interception.

"Huh! You guys are so freaking out! [Eight Arms Throw]!

Bork uses his skills. Early work that didn't go unnoticed, it instantly made Goblin's body move like a needle rat.

And Goblin, with that blow, falls uniformly to the ground and stays motionless.

"Look at that! What kind of goblin is this? I don't know what this guy's up to, but he's getting too much goblin."

Spread your hands and let Bourke go.

"... you adventurers always do. That's how I make a fool of myself and don't realize my true strength. About the goblins? Then you often see them with your eyes, because that goblin degree is going to ravage you!

To the words of a demon man, huh? What are you talking about, you? And though I'm bork with a surprising frown.

"-!? Hey, what is this..."

"Goblin, who was supposed to be dead, rose up -"

"What? You're lying, right? Stupid! No matter how much demon nucleus you have left, it can't be that easy to revive!

The expression of the three approaches astonishment.

Right in front of me, the goblin that Bork was supposed to have killed just got up.

This naturally cannot be normal. In fact, the possibility that he was still alive and recovered with therapeutic magic also makes their heads cross, but the signs were not felt at all by the man either.

"No way, is this guy a Necromancer?

"... no, no! These guys!"

Green sounded alert.

Probably because I noticed an unusual change in the raised goblin.

Either way, Goblin groaned uniformly, and inflated his body (...), turning it into something else as he looked at it.

"This can't be..."

"No way. Green, this goblin, it didn't just regenerate -"

"G, GOOOOOOOOO!

Standing up, the changed goblins roared in unison.

The forest trembles and the shock spreads around on a resonant cry.

I got a gust of wind, held my hair down the other way, and Bork, you're lying - and I snapped with a werewolf voice.

"No way all of these guys mutated into Great-Gobblins -"

The margin until earlier had already disappeared from the expression. To its appearance, the demon man laughs with pleasure.

"Nice! That desperate look! That's what I wanted to see! I'm scared of how awesome I am.