Moore continues to run as if the heart of the mud was squeezed, feeling the breath of Minerva chasing himself.
It was about five years ago that Moore, who emerged as a young man and was at first glance from fellow mercenaries, served in the Royal Army. He was shunned by the well-bred soldiers, but shut his surroundings with his ability and rose to the battalion commander. As a mercenary from the commoners, this is a great success.
It is said that the sword's abilities are among the ten in the army, and even those who hate Moore have been silenced by their achievements. Such he is-.
(Is it frightening?)
He was confused by the incomprehensible feeling of shaking his own core.
To date, Moore has only been one-on-one behind. Even if the opponent was a disparity, I was convinced that I would have enough time to beat it.
But the demons are different from any demons Moore has ever encountered.
(It ’s all you can do with your eyes, do n’t dent)
In the battle between Rona and the Demon, the battle between the two battles, even Moore was finally able to follow the movement. The body began to move to support it, but if I stepped in that time, it would be honestly doubtful if I could break between Rona and the demon.
I almost bite my lips with regret. Still, I had to admit. That golden-colored Aldis buddy is far superior to himself.
(But where is it?)
Moore switches between negative thoughts to get a grasp of the situation.
At least there is no such demon in his memory. Of course, Moore doesn't know about all demons, but if there were such powerful monsters, I felt like there might be one gossip.
Not only that monster, but also the first six-legged beast you encounter. Moore believes his response speed and stiffness are better than the disparity, dubbed "Prairie Desert", because he has been fighting for only a short time and still has no idea.
(If you're bad, outside the kingdom of Nagras ...?)
Unfamiliar beasts and demons. Suggestion Its existence suggests that this is a land far away from the kingdom of Nagras.
But on the other hand, Moore's sensations claimed that he had not been fainted for so long. It will take some time to get people out of the royal duke's residence and out of the country.
(Well, think about it later. Find a safe place now.)
"... That shit!"
"What did you do?"
Minerva suddenly asks Moore who is curse.
Seeing Moore's gaze in front of him will soon answer that question. There is a six-legged beast dressed in dark blue hair. It was a familiar figure.
"Oh ... just before!"
"I'll see you again ..."
Appearing in front of the Moores was a beast reminiscent of a large cat that Rona kicked off earlier.
But now Rona is not here. We had to go through this place with the power of the Moors alone, not relying on the golden beast.
"But if you are ..."
Moore understands that the six-legged beast is an unusual partner in the last battle. However, apparently, the only opponent is this time. It is not an easy opponent, but Moore pulls out his sword if he can fight enough if one to one.
"The young lady is here. It's helpful to see if other guys come from around."
"Yes, take care"
Leaving Minerva in place, Moore begins to reduce distance towards the beast alone. Naturally, the other party also noticed this. It's an atmosphere where you can lower your posture and jump right away.
"Okay. We're late, but we'll give you the stigma here."
"Shigaaaaaa!"
As if Moore's words had been caught, a six-legged beast came close.
"I just grabbed the speed!"
The agility of the beast, which at first glance might not have been able to respond, is not difficult for Moore to respond the second time. The whole body is greeted with a blow with the power of predicting the destination.
"There!"
The entrained force became a blade that split the air and hit the beast.
However, the beasts aren't easily taken away. Immediately before Moore's sword digs his torso, he kicks in the air with no beast's feet. Moore's sword attack cuts the sky, as the beast gains an unnatural recoil and jumps sideways while floating.
"I guess!"
Moore, who anticipated it, immediately released a pursuit. Rather than pulling back the sword, bring your body closer to the sword that you swung, and it will lose its momentum to the beast.
"Already!"
As if she couldn't draw a mysterious trajectory twice in a row, she was sucked into the flank of the beast without being hit.
"Fuya aa!"
"Shit, it's hard!"
Moore curses the hard feeling as expected, which is transmitted to his hand.
Heavy iron Dark blue fur with hardness greater than its appearance does not have a blade made of it. The reaction as if the chain had been broken is more than evidence that the Moorish blow did not have a noticeable effect on the beast.
Moore's face was attacked by the beast's mid-limb, attempting to dodge the forearm, evading the tormented forelimb.
Combination of forelimbs and middle limbs. It's a six-legged beast that's the way to fight.
It was probably Moore, a formerly experienced mercenary who managed to evade that alliance he had encountered for the first time. But, as expected, Moore has not been completely avoided. The middle limb claw scratched Moore's cheek.
Of course it is a scratch. A small thing that can not be called a hurt for those who fight. That was a hand that tied Moore's body.
"Or your body ...!"
Moore's movement suddenly slows down.
(Is it a quick-acting paralysis poison!)
Years of experience concluded with his own body that suddenly stopped listening. Slightly reached nails had more than just the sharpness to cut through the flesh.
(legs are……!)
Feeling of foot trying to step on is dull.
"Battalion !?"
Minerva shouts, noticing Moore's appearance.
"More!"
Moore shouts at himself.
Apparently paralytic poison is not so strong. His sensation was dull, but not immovable. But that also means that you can no longer move as fast as before.
"What's six legs! Why don't you!"
The only way for Moore to slaughter the beast today is to lure him into reach. Moore dares to exaggerate the threat to prevent Minerva from directing his tusks.
The six-legged beast, however, did not try to move closer, as if seeing through Moore's intentions.
The distance is about 5 meters. Moore, as usual, is a distance that can be cut in a single breath, but what a disgusting beast of a beast who looks at it without trying to get out of it.
A time of silence that is never long. It was the beast who ended it. The moment the six-legged beast half-opens its mouth, a flickering flame is created in it.
"what!?"
The red color, which seemed to be an optical illusion, was glimpsed as it spilled out of the beast's mouth.
(No way ... I guess it's a fire!)
The cheek of a beast that rises as you see it. The beast exhales with a big breath. Obviously, this is a preparatory action for the attack.
(In such a state ...!)
Cold sweat flows through Moore's spine. There is a preparatory operation that is outright. An attack that could be avoided by ordinary Moore was also a threat to him, who is now paralyzed and slowed down.
The beast holds his breath. Moore, whose eyes pierce through, barely stands with dull feet. The long felt moment has passed and the beast's mouth is wide open.
(Unpalatable!)
As the red shimmer gained momentum and was released into Moore, a large object jumped into sight with the wind disturbing the surroundings.
"What!?"
No one answers Moore's question. Instead, it was the heavy impact sound and the scream of the beast that echoed around.
"Fuya aa!"
The beast, who was about to release fire to Moore, was being crushed by an object that flew from somewhere. At first glance, the object that is crushing the beast itself is a six-legged beast of the same shape.
But his body is slashed in vain, and two of the six legs no longer exist. The beast hit by the tattered body is already dead. It seems that the crushed beast is no longer able to move properly. It's only a matter of time to lose things.
(Is it saved ...?)
A six-legged beast that reappears around Moore, who seems to have escaped the crisis. No, should it be an object that was once a beast? The corpse Some have no neck, some have their stomachs ripped off, others have their charred bodies, and many land on Moore's like a stoned stone.
"From where ?!"
"Battalion, from there!"
A rushing Minerva pointed in one direction on the grassland.
It looks faintly far away, with small shadows flying around. If it weren't a distant view, you might have thought it was a group of insects.
"It looks like you're approaching here."
The small shadows were moving in groups, occasionally being blown to different places. The size of the shadow gradually increases. That means the flock of shadows is approaching here.
"Who is fighting that beast?"
Eventually, when the shadow grew to the size of a thumb nail, it turned out to be a figure of many six-footed beasts fighting a human.
The move is not Moore's way of fighting the race of humans. As if scaffolding is set up in the air, it moves unnaturally right and left and up and down. It was a strange sight to say that it was flying in the sky.
"Who are you?"
In the meantime, the six-legged beast decreases in number.
Moore, who was on the verge of losing life to his opponent, will no longer compare his abilities. As the person flies left and right, the six-footed beast will fall to the ground, one at a time, or be blown away.
Despite being caught up in the eye by an unusual scene, the two were unaware that they were approaching from behind.
"Wait for a long time. It's quite noisy, but what happened?"
"Kyu!"
"Wow, wow!"
Moore, who suddenly shouted and jumped up his shoulders, turned around and saw Rona, who had taken over the monster earlier.
"Ro, Rona? You were safe."
"In the meantime ... Don't be surprised. I thought it would shorten my life."
"Isn't it more bad to be bashful in this kind of place ... oh yeah, I don't know anyone but I'm fighting with a crowd of neduro"
When he briefly talks back to Moore, Rona immediately grasps his surroundings. When he notices that a six-legged beast and a human are fighting, he utters a word.
"Is Nedulo a six-legged beast?"
"That's right. It's not very strong, but it springs out no matter where you go, and it's annoying guys that increase when you notice."
"It's so strong ..."
Moore falls in love with Rona. I couldn't say that it was on the verge of dying against the less powerful beast.
"Hmm, you're approaching here."
As Rona says, a manly figure is approaching, beating down the beast one after another as if to wipe out clinging insects.
"Do you think you should run away?"
"I think it's alright, but they're so sick that they just need to rush into the blood if they're bloody.
Rona's gaze answering Minerva's question is suddenly nailed to a point.
"What happened, Rona?"
"Maybe that is ..."
Following Rona's gaze, the Moors also turned to the fighting figures. He's already close enough to discern the opponent's face.
Moore's eyes are a black-haired man wearing tattered gear. It will be around thirty years old. Well-balanced muscles honed to fight are close to Moore's ideal shape.
He blew away the six-legged beast he couldn't beat, as if it were insignificant, and mass-produced one after another. Moore reads a mysterious and tragic feeling in the way of fighting, which feels rugged but somehow impatient.
(What, his face ... somewhere?)
Moore has a strange feeling on his face. I try to dig up something that gets caught in my memory, but it just doesn't work. Moore, filled with frustration and sinking into the sea of thought, did not even hear the name of the person Rona slammed.
"Al? ... Why here?"