Gang of Yuusha

"Rah!

Ludfin, the Holy Axe, manipulated the long, thin axe, which could also be judged to be Iron Kung, as it twirled overhead, slashing with a hanging the lace of yellow spring clothes like a borough cloth in the shape of a garment.

The ghost, which received only twenty centimeters of clean axe blade, scattered particles.

It diffuses the flesh, raises the cry of the disconnect from the mouth of the skeleton, and collapses as it stretches its dead tree-like arms into the sky for help from God.

There are about seven members of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade), a union of Reschia.

He is a brave warrior who raised his hand to the attack of "Ghost Road of Trial".

Each of them is a skilled one thousand brave men - but Reschia, the leader of the regiment, walked blurry in the center of the wheel, relaxed with his hands supported by the back of his head.

"... there's so much haunt"

Three men serving as avant-gardes chat soothingly or handle miscellaneous fish on the road waving their baked prey in holy water as they hit each other with their fists.

Ludfin, Siege, and Carldo are breathtaking in their hometown threesomes born in the same region, and when you're in no, you can leave the exposures to them.

The total number of members is over a few hundred, but if people get together, they split into several factions.

Reschia chose those with the weapons of the Holy Class, but basically organizes them in friendly members. We knew from experience that even if we put together those who were capable, we would not exert the power of a hundred percent if we could not sum humans when it came to long-term exploration.

Zooey, the collector, gathers the wreckage of the defeated Lace.

She's a lightweight jumpsuit girl that suits her skin perfectly. He wears a cape hat with fabric stretched out on the back of his head and a silent personality using the magic of storage, but does his job quickly.

White powder - scattered ectoplasma is powdered and can be used as a psychic medium.

Reis is a terrible demon with stealth abilities but deprives man of his vitality, but an opponent that is not enough for them in the avant-garde possession of weapons of the Holy Class to take.

"Hey, Captain. I'm afraid of the people behind me."

Red mage Sheila fills her heavy cloak, rushing to Leskia with a weak face, yet throwing a glance at the rear guard.

Running over to Leskia, he still peeps at the rear guard.

"Are you all interested in lesbian sex? I'm in a position to thank Master Leskia, and then I have a problem with who should have a mental dick."

"Yes, no. We are nothing..."

"I was wondering if the captain was normal..."

"Do you mean to assume an unusual case? I understand. Maybe we should have prepared an anal-shaped double-headed dildo. This Aristia. It was a pleasure. By the way, what kind of lotion do you use? Is it a powder type? Is it a gel type?

Aristia's tongue, blaming the twisted female legion members, was sharp and uninterrupted.

I guess Sheila has fled to the furious sexual harassment that can continue like a daily conversation. There was a small fright running on his blue-white face.

Leskia stepped out to give a shout, but stopped because Keirnil, who was pushing silently and pretending not to hear her, finally frowned and bit her.

"Oh, oh, you are! With a woman. Ah, ah, while! I don't give a mouthful of such things! Difficult in the Holy Church! Shame on you!

"Yes."

"Good. Do you understand?"

exhaled briefly. Keelnil stroked his chest down.

He was a time of many sentiments at his noble birth and a serious boy who grew up with a gentleman's education.

From time to time, the roughness characteristic of the adventurer made me want to bump into the novel, as well as the anxiety that was really Leskia's taste.

Naturally, Aristia's bystanders are overwhelming.

I was treating him as a guest, but at last, Toshiba came to the limit.

"Yes. Excuse me, brave man. Please take a look at my dick to apologize. Juicy red shellfish and anal tingling."

Aristia's blue monk coat is a dress type piercing coat that hides the front and back of her body.

I had slits in both legs, but when I turned around and turned the fabric around, I wasn't even wearing underwear.

He's bothering to bend over and stick his hips out.

Suddenly his skin tone appeared, and Keirnil, with his eyes round the brilliant dendritic area, burst his hands into tears.

The chrysanthemum gate is literally sore, and whether it is service or buttocks are picked with both hands and spread.

"Buho! Don't! Shut up! Come on!"

"Oh... I feel so ashamed to do such a pathetic thing to a boy who doesn't know sex... Shame on you, I feel torn apart, even though I am commanded by the brave."

"No! What are you blaming me for?

"Um, Mr. Aristia. Is this the path of Ghost Road?

I couldn't do it with Keelnil, and Leskia gave Aristia, who was exposed to insanity, a question she didn't even really question.

Unposing the slut, Aristia took both hands to her abdomen and snorted with a clear face.

"Yes, the death row is famous and is named Labyrinth (Dungeon), but it is basically a place of ancient barnacles, so there are few divides"

"Hmm. Nabondo."

Reschia dropped her eyes at the foot with signs of past tidiness.

Plate-shaped stones that would have deteriorated over the years are laid, but the lack is noticeable because of the rough trampling.

There are similarly excavated signs of ceilings, as well as the presence of bamboo, which serves as an oil passage for obtaining pillows and light sources to prevent collapse.

The aisle is wide and wide enough that a few people don't have a problem getting in line. There is no doubt that we are assuming a large number of people for traffic.

You can also see ritualized wall paintings and texts everywhere, whether it's for soul control.

It depicted schematics in which people were circling and praying for something and paintings of pitch-black figures to be caught on fire.

"It sure looks like that. There was a basement with so many undead systems."

"It's because people have forgotten what it's like to mourn the dead. It was a mistake in the first place to think of the dead as filthy and to push them into such a remote place."

"I wonder how many meters long it is. I've already walked about three kilometers."

"It's time to reach the descending stairs. Reach the second level of the Guardian of the Necromancer Knights."

"Dilahan? Heh, some of that stuff."

"Lord Reyes is free to open the doors of the underworld. He seeks to gather the souls of the living visitors to the Labyrinth steadily and to bring together the Immortal Legion of Dusk (Nights of the Undead) to advance to earth. To make a dark world that only devours life."

"The capital of the dead (Horned Land) Hey. If it's a lonely island or a remote place where the army is hard to come to, it might come true."

If the deal is delayed, the living will be transformed into the dead and added to the Legion of Immortality.

Sometimes such cases are reported around the world, but since they can also be one war, the Church's main mountain and the Holy Knight come to be exorcised in total.

"Dear Business Legs, Even if you can calm down. Tens of thousands of Error Knife Township residents must not be sacrificed. The sinful crisis created by the Adventurer Guild and the divine Church's philanthropism. You have to open it."

"Yes, yes... I mean, Mr. Aristia, how do you know that far?

"It's a trust. God whispers truth to his unclean and innocent soul. Give your life. But you must discuss Lord Reyes. I would have liked to have wanted another brave man if I could, but he was too noble to confuse my beautiful body. You should have asked for sincerity from the start."

"What, you seduced Shoji?

"Yes, they didn't treat me"

"Damn, it is. Heh, heh... Hmm. At all, it feels like you weren't seduced?

With one hand on his hip, he disguised himself as casual, turning away from his face and posing as "I don't care," but each member of the Legion had a smug face because he was obstinately sure.

"Yes."

"Heh, yeah. I see. But, look, Mr. Aristia's beautiful, so I don't think you have to be depressed."

"Thank you. It's time for the stairs."

The stone staircase continued beneath the gate.

Together we were floating in a universe of demonic light balls like human souls to the next floor, while we were moving on.

The wandering ghost knights turned to their faces, and when they found them with the living, they clammed their jaws (wrappers) delightfully, grabbing a rusty sword and attacking them abruptly.

The Three Swordsmen, headed by Ludfin the Holy Axe, had lined up not to be turned around, dealing with the Necromancer Knight (Dilahan), who suddenly appeared from the shadows, but stopped by hearing the horse's hoof iron from the other side out of the light.

"Black Knight."

Ludfin is a fat adventurer in his late twenties. He is also a belligerent man with bulky hair.

Without alarm, he placed a holy axe on his opponent with a full plate knight in pitch black with a lance.

The black knight, similarly haunted by the fog, exhaled a white jaw as if breathing through his plaid palate.

Gradually, the contours become suspicious and the presence is obscured. It is changing from an object to a semi-psychic body. Demonic moves that disable blows.

Lance was set up. Necromancer horses gradually gain momentum from limp to fast feet. Assault position while leaning forward (Lance Attack).

The long, thin axe is about a meter and a half long and can give you enough slaughter even as you ride.

Rudofin stepped in with his posture low, grasping the pattern tightly, measuring the intermission, and identifying the moment to cross.

The Holy Axe draws a lonely circle and the silver blade glows dull in the dark.

It's not that hard to guess the impending lance - though.

"Gu!?"

Ludfin's holy axe captured the black knight's torso, but was then moved.

Rather than that, the blade that was supposed to hit me passed through my body.

The first shot of Lance the Black Knight was fired upon, but the Necromancer horse flipped magnificently, and Rudofin was forced to straighten his back by eating a punch in the back.

Thanks to the momentum being a powerless thrust from being killed, all I had to do was hold back forward so I wouldn't fall.

Still, Lance was pulled again, aiming for the steeple. The second strike was unprotected.

"Flamebomb (Flameyard)"

Sheila, the pointy hat, unleashed her attacking magic to follow.

Multiple fireballs crawled through the ground, fluttering up on the verge of hitting the Black Knight and letting them get hit, but the armor is flat without the appearance of burning.

Successfully serving as a darkness, Rudofin took a hard chase to distance himself.

"What, the flames don't work"

"I'm Mr. Black Knight of Holy Attributes. You must have taken in the soul of Priest. It's not easy."

Sheila looked twice in surprise, but Aristia gave the facts pale.

For demons of immortal and spiritual attributes, flames are assumed to be easily effective.

"Hmm, that's what it is. Which, I guess I'll kick."

As Leskia took a step forward in an easygoing manner, Keelnil put an open hand over her.

"We don't even have to let Mr. Leskia out. I'll... I'll kill you."

Keelnil pulled the Holy Sword out of his sheath.

The sound of the blade rubbing sounded, gripping the pattern with both hands and standing in front of him, but the blade stood upside down and protruded into the ground.

"Rip it."

Cotto happened as if the word was also a signal.

Though the cleavage of the sword that dived into the earth was small at first. He was accelerating like a creature, heading towards the Black Knight as he cracked the ground.

The invisible blade flies at the feet of the Black Knight, dividing his right and left halves into half without even sounding the wind.

The black knight, who was so divided, was also where he was squeezing his reins, that he broke his attitude and fell apart.

The spreading spirit became particulate and blended into the air, eventually everything was gone.

The power of 'fracture' becomes an invisible blade. You can fly freely, you can tell everything.

Keelnil nodded satisfied with his moves.

Come on, let's move on.

△ ▼ △

It was a break.

Having finished refueling the hydraulic pump of the rock grinder, the band gave a long exhalation for fatigue, tightening the nozzle and spraying smoke.

Purple smoke runs through my cheeks. The excavation work that has been going on since the early morning is good. The pace is fast. The moisture is making the soil softer.

Sparks bounced by plywood burn into paper cigarettes.

The calculus is fine. There's plenty of oxygen.

On the way through some of the wind holes in the labyrinth (dungeon). So I stepped on it that it doesn't run out of acid, and the short grass is rooting all over it. There is no problem.

"Next time, what if the money comes in?

Stark walked over with a cigarette and sat down beside the band.

Dordo is rowing the ship while sitting in the driver's seat, and Shoji and Lorelei are both laying their seats and taking a nap.

"This is also the last time I'm going to work with Shoji to rob him. We should concentrate on the potion business. I don't have time for this."

I thought you were having fun.

"Funny. But if it's just funny, when is it going to happen? As long as we can have a stable supply of Perfect Potion, we will be able to make millions of Eadles every month. We are also starting a production plant for alchemists"

"Didn't you renovate your house with the money you earned?"

"After we build the factory, even the stubborn one will have to accept it"

Purple smoke flourished.

Stark had spotted the band's illumination, but it was strange and irresistible to stick to the back business even for his share.

It's a business that will come to an end one day.

Stark thinks it's best to do it fast, make money fast, and get away with it quickly.

"How can you get into the potion business so much? It's not bad to steal like this. Of course, if I make as much money as I can, I'm gonna do the business of collecting women and letting them sell booze. It's silly to be a guest forever."

Future prospects were sporadic.

It's like solace within your peers.

Now that the post-war recession continues, the labor situation of the error knife is not fragrant.

The band defies what they did before they did the potion business.

It was my job to wake up early in the morning and scaffold until evening. Tie the bamboo up with wilderness rope, frame it and assemble it, and when you wear an old safety belt and fall, the skull rises to crushing heights.

Even risking his life, his wages were cheap, and the skin of his hand thickened with bamboo fiber piercing his hand.

I didn't have to work like that every day.

Even if my employer defrauded my salary on a daily basis, I could only bear it in silence to get to the next job.

Bands with priors imprisoned for illegal potion possession or injury could no longer join the Mages Association.

Even if I had the ability, I didn't get the job mediated.

I don't want to admit that I can't get a decent quorum or anything, but I understand it thinly.

If you can say goodbye to the misery of crawling through the earth.

I couldn't wait to take a bath, even if I had committed a crime and that was the dark light.

"Shoji is... some brave man on the corner of glory. A living legend. What are we? It's just a pastime. Those scumbags couldn't even go up there. I want a solid position."

Bitter memories were detached from thought and the band sprayed purple smoke in a circle.

Stark crawled the towel in his face with his rugged, rocky hands.

Remove the helmet attachment and lay it down on the side, also on the back of the armor.

Plenty of time for a few seconds. We were thinking about what we would talk to each other about.

"That's all in the military, we weren't close. He was working with a noble bastard, and he was a Special Forces. I couldn't care less about the supply clerk because he was an oligarchy. If it's true, it wasn't with us like this. I am so grateful to die for this connection. Give me a spill."

"I'm just a mustache and a horse fit...... I'm not going to ask about the old days. But what about inferiority?"

"I know you don't give a shit. But it's balanced. I feel it. We're not even."

"Did he ever treat us like servants? Have you forgotten your trust, Band? The army caught us. Did he abandon us and run? You think too much of your interests. He couldn't have done it alone, so he solicited us. Or are you trying to help Lord Dachi by twitching in your own circumstances?

The band cramped his eyelids into words poking his chest, wrinkling between his brows and shaming him.

I quickly twisted the tobacco tip off with my fingertips and gazed at Stark.

"Oh, you're right, Stark. I was the thin fool. Just the..."

"What?

Stark changed his face to look at the deaf child.

"I found some crap. Shoji, just once, but I've caught him."

"Band"

"Wow, I think it's bad. But I was curious. I wanted to know what he was capable of."

"... so?

"I gave Shoji a bottle of nutrients, not speed potion, before. Something very similar in taste and color. I meant to joke. Then I will."

"You're mad at me, aren't you?

"No - I ran faster than a horse. Just like always. Maybe he doesn't need a potion. Or maybe it's something completely different, not the world or the ability we know."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. He won't let me try. Dislike."

"Isn't it simply because you're an idiot?

The pointer invited a laugh.

After a smile, the band shrugged her shoulders.

"It's possible. Maybe it's the power of assumption..."

"I guess Quick has something to hide, too, like there was something he didn't reveal to you. It's on me, and it's on everyone."

"What the hell. Tell me."

The band embarks on themselves and shakes Stark's shoulders as they brown.

He seemed to regret letting his mouth slip, but breathed as long as he had lost his roots, marvellously arming himself to open his heart to those close to him.

"I used to go to church to be trusted, too. I didn't want to be a fisherman when I was a kid. Then what do you think the priest told you?

"What the fuck?"

"The Dark Green Sage." They told me to live with the woods and stuff. In the end, he's doing business with fishermen and the back and eating them. I mean, you can't trust the title God gave you. "

"... I see"

The band contemplated and eventually asked questions with a sincere face.

"I knew you liked animals?

"No, nothing."

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Stabbing an iron pile in the shape of Zenmai on the soil, and hiding himself in a draping screen made by tying it through a string in the end hole, Lorelei was soaking up sweat under his armpits and neck muscles with a wet cloth.

She put a handplush on a water bucket, squeezed it, soaked it with dirt and sprayed perfume. Her behavior was just as educated.

"What's going on?

I lay the blanket down beside it and fell asleep. Shoji was staring at the universe as she pinched her ears, but I thought I'd turned my hand around my shoulder and rubbed it out on my back, so I watched how it went.

"... no, my old wound hurts"

"What, are you hurt?

"No, I'm sick. It's always been... my back hurts"

"That's it. I've heard of it. You're sick with your spine bending."

"Maybe... that's the pain"

"Shall I give you a rub?

He threw the towel away, threw out his breasts and approached him half-naked on the burning surface, so Joron and Shoji lay down from their backs.

"No, fine. Stop me..."

"Yes! You can have a potion."

"... it doesn't work. No matter how much you drink since you were a kid, it doesn't work."

Lorelei suggested with a good idea, and both hands together with a pussy, but Shoji replies with a depressing voice.

Perfect potion still wasn't enough, and Shoji's eyes, twinkled in a whisper so no one could hear him, were hateful of something, but disappeared without ever reaching anywhere.