Wolf Barrel 5.56

The next morning.

The refreshing hours of the morning surrounded by silence.

"How long have you been asleep, stupid!

Torn with this firecracker fury.

When Noso gets up, Mr. Lucca is royal at the foot of the bed.

Uh, why is this guy here?

Next to her. At the entrance to the room, the owner stood looking sorry. If you look closely, two of the owner's shirts were removed from the top of the button. The set hair is also disturbed. I've already figured out what happened.

"So, what can I do for you, early this morning?"

Huh, when I asked him with an extension, Mr. Lucca's eyeballs hung up gnarly.

You said yesterday to accompany you because you have business to do.

"Um, why aren't you asleep? I can't turn my head well. Can you be brief?"

"I have business to attend to, just get up!

"... I, did you agree?

"I did!

Am I?

Mm-hmm. Mr. Lucca hurries me upset with the twisting of my head.

"Forget it, just get dressed. I'll be leaving soon."

"Uh-huh."

Cover half your face with a futon and grumble in bed.

Shut up. Don't say gangster in the morning. Besides,

"I still have breakfast."

"Well, I ate it earlier."

For a moment, my face, which was swinging, pulled like it had been bathed in cold water.

"... lying... lying, right?

"Look, just stand up. Let's go."

They force me to grab my arm and drag me out of bed, hook my bag around my neck, and force me to stand.

And I saw it.

On a table just around the corner, scattered tracks.

Beautiful silver plates just have traces of sauce on them, like at the scene of the body.

My breakfast... the owner said yesterday... a crepe with fruit sauce on it.

My lovely breakfast...

Mr. Lucca lifts my collar like a crane.

Without the strength to resist, I dragged myself behind the inn.

When I completely lost my sleepiness.

For some reason I was in a cave.

A rocky place just a short walk from town. There he tried to hide from the eyes, and a small cave poked open his mouth.

The entrance is small but domed inside and wider than I thought.

The ceiling is also more than 5 m.

Looking up, there are rifts everywhere, and the light outside is pouring thin. The sand fell, and the morning sun reflected on it.

In the cave, it's slightly colder than outside.

It was uncomfortable because of the high humidity or because the air seemed to stick to the skin.

And in that cave, there was a dozen bird buckets.

Harpy. I've seen it several times in games and comics.

An old woman's face is so different from her bald neck. Its hunting design puts your mind to pieces just watching.

About the size of an adult woman.

The harpies seemed to be eating at the moment and were eating cattle that had been grabbed from somewhere.

It seems to have considerable cleavage and grip due to the fact that it has a large hook claw on the foot and cleaves the cow's neck easily.

Me and Mr. Lucca were hiding behind the rocks to observe the ferocious dining landscape.

Um?

I don't remember booking a safari tour like this with Mr. Lucca.

When I silently send my gaze to Mr. Lucca, he says, "I mean, that's what I mean!" Doya's face returned. Out of the way. There's too little explanation.

Waiting for an explanation, Mr. Lucca eventually shook his head jealously.

"I expected you to be intelligent enough to see the situation. I was stupid."

"That's right, Mr. Lucca is an idiot. Then please explain."

Chipped and tongue-in-cheek, Mr. Lucca explained to me in a rambling tone.

Those harpies said they attacked travelers who had passed the streets several times. And a few days ago, the guild hung a bounty on Harpy.

Having found out about it, Mr. Lucca used the cattle he had grabbed from the farm as bait to set a trap and attract the harpies to the cave.

In other words, Mr. Lucca, the cattle thief, is asking me to help him because he's going to hunt Harpy.

Is there someone in the field who tells that kind of story?

And you'll be caught for burglary, won't you?

Mr. Lucca, who finished describing me to his butt,

Then I'll leave you to it.

Without any acknowledgement from this side, I jumped out.

Wait a minute! I didn't even have time.

The distance from Harpy is about 100 m.

In the meantime, Mr. Lucca takes it all at once. Quick! It runs smoothly through a cave full of bumps, like an unobstructed truck. Besides being as fast as a short-distance runner. I'm surprised a man in heavy armor can move so fast.

Mr. Lucca's blonde hair glows in the light of the elongation she plugs in. And it was as if the golden arrows that were unleashed were beautiful as flying with birds.

Mr. Lucca pulls out his lower back sword and flashes his momentum intact.

But the harpies had detected Mr. Lucca's proximity as soon as possible and had escaped into the air before the tip of his sword had arrived.

Mr. Lucca, once he lowers himself on the spot, jumps up like a cannonball and tries to hang himself up in a harpy. But this also makes me sultry. Wait a minute. Didn't you fly about 3m now? What physical abilities are you really capable of?

Can all swordsmen in this world do that?

"You coward! Come on down, coward!

"Cahahahaha"

Harpy was quite lateral when he spread his wings, but he used a quick steep swirl like a swordfish, flirting with Mr. Lucca. It's too "noticeable" to be read.

Um, you're totally pissed off, Mr. Lucca.

"Hiya!"

At that time, a few harpies shook one wing like a fan and released something like a dart, whilst making an odd noise.

Feathers. I threw a feather the size of a feather bowl.

The multiple feathers unleashed by Harpy strike Mr. Lucca as he rips open the air.

Mr. Lucca waves his sword with an electroluminescent fire and shoots down his feathers. But one slipped through the gap in its sword muscle and stabbed it in the uneven part of its arm.

No, even though I stabbed him, to the extent that I stopped him with cellotape at the tip of his feather.

"Wow, that's dirty"

Mr. Lucca frowns at his frustration, paying off his feathers.

Is that what it is?

It was as powerful as a clap.

Harpy's feather attack continues, but even if he stabs her in the body, Mr. Lucca keeps attacking, paying off like dust from time to time. I don't think it's very damaging.

Oh, my God, I thought that feather was a shadow. Arrow tip.

A stray bullet stabbed me in the immediate vicinity.

Half of the feathers plunged into the rock skin, along with the careless sound of Tosung.

"... Hino"

I blued all at once and lowered my head once.

Hey, hey, isn't that messy powerful, those feathers!

This one is now. It's a protective equipment "cloth". And Mr. Lucca. What kind of defense are you on?!? I stabbed you. It was raw, wasn't it?!?

While I was so surprised, it was a bad thing.

"Shit, shit," I smack my tongue short.

One of the harpies swirling overhead found him.

The old woman's face, dirty with blood, was ugly and distorted.

Current runs on the spine.

Once the harpy rose to the ceiling, he kicked the ceiling with his foot, turned by the Dolphin kick guidelines, and fell sharply on me.

And right in front of me, as Harpy rotated longitudinally, he stuck that sharp hook claw at me. It's like a bull trying to poke a horn.

Of course I have no escape. [M]

He suffered a decent collision of harpies and fell dressed to be flown behind him.

Slip on the ground rubbing against your back.

But Harpy's claws never reached my body.

A fallen me and a covered harpy.

Liot shields existed so as to block them in the meantime neatly.

He summoned, attached, and defended his left arm just moments before he collided. The energy of the collision could not be helped, but the nails prevented it perfectly.

Over the transparent wall, me and Harpy stare at each other.

At that moment, adrenaline exploded in me.

I quickly summon Beretta M92F.

Ammo is full. The pharmacy is loaded with the first bullet. All you have to do is hit the trigger.

Deform the Liot Shield and stick out the muzzle.

Harpy had a creepy look on her face when she still didn't know what I was doing.

Your face is human, but your brain is a bird.

Staring at me, I pulled the trigger twice.

It was difficult to aim in a sleeping position, but due to the close distance, the two bullets caught a good grip on Harpy's chest.

Behind the harpy, feathers and blood splash badly.

From the exit (exit of the bullet), a broken scapula was popping out.

Blood spits out of his wrinkled mouth and splashes bishackly over a clear shield.

I kick Harpy's body from the bottom, losing support, and quickly get up and release a shot of Todome.

I don't know if it hit my heart, but from the bullet wounds I hit and made, a misty bloodshot blew up.

I finished Harpy with a total of three shots.

The number of rounds remaining is five. I can still afford it.

The rest of the harpies look at this one in unison at the gunfire echoing through the cave.

And the face of the harpies sees. It was distorted.

Apparently, he expressed his anger at the death of his people.

Looks like you have a sense of companionship. That's pretty strong too.

Here I flashed something.

Immediate action when you think of it.

When I grabbed the carcass rolling under my feet and put it up to show them, I blew his head off without hesitation.

A pink piece of flesh splashes across the viscera and rocky skin.

The reaction was intense.

"Guiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

The harpies utter a tall voice and gather wrinkles in the center of their faces. All right, all right, that looks good.

I decided to add another hassle to the finish.

"My name is Makoto!

My voice echoes in the cave. [M]

"I'm the one who killed your people!

Say, dust away the monster with no neck.

At that time, I send my gaze to Mr. Lucca for a moment.

I hope my intentions make sense.

At the end of the day, I shouted louder.

Like a movie star, make cool decisions.

"Worship True Enlightenment will not escape or hide! If you want to fight your revenge, compete with the inquisitors!

It's like a time play.

While I laughed inside, but it felt so good.

The Harpies changed direction simultaneously and tried to turn to me. Right on target.

And the gap,

"Where are you looking, you fucking bird!

Lucca Francoise couldn't have missed it.

Kick the wall and jump, breaking the torso of the first harpy first. When I grabbed the other leg, I threw it at Harpy, who was next door.

And I tore the harpy falling as I coned it into a bump before its body touched the ground. There are pieces of flesh scattered across the ground.

Mr. Lucca leaps even further and, on one of the delayed reactions, suffers a reverse slice as he sweeps up from the bottom. A cutting surface occurs diagonally and the torso flies to the ceiling. Kick more walls and jump like a pinball, approaching sharply where there are two. One torso was amputated and the other was knocked in the face with flying back and kicking instructions. The kicked Harpy's head flew a thousand slices like a ball.

It was a terrific sight.

I almost laugh at that relentless slaughter. How angry I must have been.

Anyway, it unfolded as intended and I was relieved.

There is obvious confusion between the Harpies.

Don't miss that gap and I'll set up an interception.

I just decided to try what I trained outside of town last night in practice.

When I extinguish my pistol, I kneel on the spot and stand on one knee.

This is a shooting position called kneeling, which stabilizes the position rather than standing and shooting, so it increases the accuracy of the hit.

Then we go into the task of deforming the liot shield and fixing it to the ground.

When you think about the water staining the ground, the tip of the liotto shield stains the ground the same way, and eventually it is fixed with gutter as it was welded.

While I kicked the shield with my toe to see how it was fixed, when I took the magic medicine out of the bag, I bit the lid off and stuck it at the end of my mouth.

For a moment, feathers collided in front of him, and white flies scattered.

A few harpy feathers were thrown. But all the shields bounced back. I'm not even scared. Of course, don't lick the shield that even bounces my bullets off if it's something you can go through with every feather bowl.

I summoned M4A1 with a fucking grin. [M]

The discomfort that strikes. At the right time I tilted my neck and took a sip of magic medicine. An uncomfortable wave sprung up from the back of his belly pulled in an instant.

While maintaining normal conditions, I further deformed the shield to create a horizontal opening and put half of the barrel of the M4A1 through its hole.

This way, I feel like I'm in Hanvey's gun seat.

On the knee of the raised left foot, place the strand of the left arm supporting the gun.

Now it's done.

All work was completed in less than ten seconds. Excellent!

Finally, he rounded his back and tightened his sides so that he could tie them with strings.

Increases snugness with guns even more. Then I felt as if I had become one machine, made of iron parts combined.

A few harpies, you understand that the feathers don't work, go into the preliminary motion of an earlier assault. It's an array kicking in the ceiling.

We'll change the operation after we're ready, Manuke.

Distance less than 50 m. Easy win.

I shot out one torso trying to ascend to the ceiling with an M4A1.

A recoil, clearly different from a pistol bullet, slaps my right shoulder with a gut. The jump in the muzzle was considerably mitigated thanks to the neeling.

The bullet is hit. The shot harpy falls as she spills her long pink organ. Todome later.

I keep trying to hit the trigger by targeting Harpy, who was in the same motion.

Hit around Harpy's left shoulder. The bullet blows every base of the feather. Harpy, unable to fly, fell upside down and clashed from her head to the ground. The sound of a gokin ', his neck pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Confirm Mr. Lucca's position and repeat the single-shot fire while never covering the radiation. Aim, shoot, aim, shoot.

My mind becomes paralyzed by the simple task.

It was all over when I realized it.