Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[02]

"Frey this gastrofo wishes"

"Laualuna Laura Heures gives her wishes"

"Ritsuko Amaba wishes and serves"

I, like them, wish my name.

This is not just a prayer to the contracting God.

Pray to all gods as far as we know.

Frey reads out the names of many gods.

"Gastolfo, the ancestor, the god of abundance. Gambul Petit. Aosfern bringing the sun. Blue throne. Sprenden the blue sky. Slittel at the bottom. Shrittel hunting class. Clebon. Sad name fleet. The goddess of the rain, Juma, Flame general's wand dangle, Flame general's sword dongle, Flame general's destruction Dungul, The extinct Berstein, The grove of Knucker, The king's trassell, The ridicule apple, The third banger Sealed Horowitz, Midorasu of Mizuaki, Ticoricalics of the Presidency, Black Grandel, Sleeping Knotty, Small Brave Supertinck, Protector of the Brave Grand Rich, Founder of the Great Name Grumble Meyer, Wind Ob Nikle, Houma Garving, and , Rejection, Sleeping Low Omen "

Lana reads the names of countless gods.

"Great Ezes. Vasser of amputation. Grudrich of annihilation. Himbreisen abominable. Eater Bahnwagen. Dark Gutenrevent. Huntsft of the moon, Gumbel arbor of moonlight, Shenendanl, the incarnation of enlightenment, Calpus Frèsche of tears, Utah of ecstasy, Mitella of the hero of fire, Mitera of the hero of fallen, Mitera of the ghost of death, Ryrushka of the thundering. Houtkopf-Ulm, the guilty offender; Roh, true flame;

Rutsuko continues.

"8 Million Gods"

I will continue.

To the few gods I know.

No, those who were abandoned in times not called God. As a god, just pray from the heart. The strength to defeat the dragon, the miracle.

"Mislanica of the dark fire. Gravius of the night owl. Meltvius of Seifuku. Tree spirit king Ukazol. Gradvain of the forearm. Luzmidia the hero. Lora of the dragon eater. Old man. Forgetful of all. Sir! "

Four people have the same voice.

"We don't want the power of dragon hunting, its miracles"

Particles like glass are born and dance around.

I don't know whose wish has arrived.

I don't know for whom God delivered miracles.

But certainly.

The wish is heard and the earth sesame begins to turn.

Particles gather.

And I was born

Not thunder.

Not a fire.

Not ice.

Not the wind.

Not even soil.

Neither light nor darkness.

A crystal spear with incomparable beauty.

The length is 2 meters. Thin, sharp and brittle. It has a power that you can't even imagine.

Despite being as refined as fresh water, it still has innocent evil.

Don't be scared here.

Don't stop here.

If you are scared to get the unknown, the man is gone.

I have a crystal spear.

"Hip"

The spear tears the air with a clear sound. That's how Lazarissa screamed.

The ends are too sharp to match the bow. Then there is one way.

"Leave the rest"

Laugh at the women.

Jump off the wall and land 15 meters without difficulty.

Kick down the roof of the building.

Opportunities are once thin because they cannot be removed.

There are only two adventurers fighting the dragon.

My father and Barful.

Adventurers who have been rendered incapable of fighting are being protected and treated by union members. The avant-garde is almost extinct, the rear guard has run out of magic, or the heart is broken and kneeling.

The battlefield was moving to the city's main street.

Behind the two adventurers is a white dungeon, the same as a dragon.

I approach from the side.

A tail like a dragon's large snake is swung to the side. The blow that destroyed Gunmary hit directly like Barfur. No, he did not avoid it.

The buildings are fragile and scattered, smoke drifts and cobblestones fly in the sky.

A tyrant blows down all the obstacles.

But Barful was catching his tail with a great sword.

The wolf howls towards the midday moon.

The white tyrannical dragon's body pauses.

When my father glanced at me,

"Bar full! I'm right. You're left!"

"Oh!"

Screaming, Barful answers.

Whatever they do, whatever they do, I believe in them and I approach the dragon.

straight.

One second faster.

To penetrate the dragon with this spear.

Of course, the dragon also notices me.

However, the dragon's attention deviates from me due to the dense killing.

Dad was standing on the shoulder of the dragon. Therefore, he pulls his sword at an explosive speed, turning away from weakness and turning away from weakness.

Inflated killing exploded.

The moment when time and sound stopped, and even the color was lost.

A blow that cuts even the plane.

No one can read that sword.

The sword slides on the sheath, the mouth of the carp sounds, and the time begins to move.

The dragon screamed.

I saw dragon blood for the first time.

Blood spray from the wings wets his father red.

Dad aimed at the wing nodes. There are no scales on some of the wings of the dragon. One small point that I couldn't even see visually, but I passed the blade through it.

It's a trick like opening a needlehole without a liaison.

"Wow!"

Barful then showed the opposite trick.

Aim at the wings just like your father. However, it was a rough blow as if all the violence in the world had been collected.

The wings didn't cut. But it broke. Bend in the opposite direction to the operation of the wing angle.

The scream of the dragon goes up.

They hurt the dragon.

I touched the opposite scale. And losing wings doesn't mean the dragon becomes a fake.

Yes, the beast is genuine after it's taken care of.

I saw a living storm.

A real dragon is a stormy pattern worthy of being described.

Barful is kicked high in the sky, and his father is beaten down and falls to the ground.

"Hey, this is it. Lizard bastard

But after all it is a beast.

Nothing is fake or genuine, but it is as easy to kill as unreasonable creatures.

The dragon's arm mines me on the roof.

It cuts the sky unresponsively. Naturally, it is a video created by the snow breeze.

Put your entire weight on the short run and swing your arm down.

"Do not get caught twice, Barka"

The real servant got down on the ground and was in front of the dragon. The words uttered after throwing the spear.

The crystal spear flies at the dragon's midline.

Whatever this creature is, now that the wings are crushed, there is no way to avoid it.

The spear pierced the dragon, leaving a residue of light.

The dragon was inevitable.

So I received it.

Dexterously, with the tip of the tail turned like a whip.

To be precise, with hidden thorns extending from it.

Spears erode and bloom when they come into contact with spines. Large wheel of beautiful crystals. Neither diamond nor crystal show such a beautiful shine.

Believe.

This was magic enough to destroy a dragon.

Seed spear of flower where death is in full glory. When the flowers in full bloom fall, all that has been swallowed is returned to the dust.

The spines that the dragon "separated" have disappeared into the dust with the flowers, leaving only a few fragments.

A huge hand scoops me up.

"Gatsu"

The bones of the whole body squeal, and they are about to exhale.

It would be easy to squeeze. Apparently, that doesn't work.

The dragon opened its mouth.

I could see the creeps of fangs, and the next thing I saw was red hot wind.

you! And Lana's voice echo from a distance. I am relieved that I will not be in time. There is no possibility of getting involved.

The dragon's fire wrapped my whole body.

I have no time to resist. Also time to call the magic sword.

The vision turns red and breathing stops. A strangely cool reminiscence comes to mind. Death has always been prepared since I came to a different world. I thought I was going to die rather than live, even if I dropped my gun.

Prepare for even more deaths in subsequent adventures.

Lana's cooking, swallowed by pigs, pierced by skeletons, stabbed by giant monsters, cut by crazy knights, stabbed and killed by swords, murdered by ugly beasts She is covered with holes and she is taken away by invisible monsters, and she follows her and roams in the dungeon and dies alone.

At the end of that, is it burning in the fire of the dragon alive?

It is said that human beings are not burned even if they are burned with fire.

It's not a joke.

In a way, is it like me?

Anyway, I have to accept it.

Sorry everyone, goodbye.

“……………”

That …………… not hot.

"that?"

It was not hot.

Now, the fire is being praised. He is breathing fire from zero distance, but not even hot air. The fire was completely prevented. In the film of water that appeared around me.

I can't keep up with my head because of a sudden thing.

"Ah"

The doubt was thawed upon seeing it.

I have a necklace with corals tied around my neck. Proof of trust given by a fishman. The first item in a different world. It glowed pale.

no doubt.

This creates a film of water and protects me from fire.

The tears came out of emotion.

There was no waste in meeting people.

It was great to meet him.

can not lose.

I can never lose.

"Wow, agachiontsu!"

Call the evil sword.

A magic sword that exceeds the speed of sound pierces the dragon's mouth.

The dragon rises and the flame breaks. The water film bursts and the coral necklace shatters.

Freed from my hand, I land and pull out the sword.

"Go back!"

The sword returns to me from the dragon's mouth. Blood was slightly attached. If there is no scale, you can cut it with a magic sword. I can cut it with a sword. My father did the same. There is no reason I can't do it.

If not, just be able to do it now.

It's easy if you think about it. You can kill if blood flows. I can kill someday.

I'll kill you.

I fought an ugly beast. I also fought against a big white wolf. I don't think this lizard is better than those two.

One sword and one sword, one magic sword.

Defeat you with three blades.

"Particulate § Ooooo Ooooo A Ooooo Oooooooooo O!"

"Ooh oh oh oh!"

A cry of dragon blood.

I scream in the same way.

Screams bigger than a dragon.

Avoid the dragon's arms that have stretched out without any punishment, and aim at the wounds on the wings.

"Go to Agathion!"

The flying sword digs the wound made by his father. He runs up to the face with the dragon's knees and shoulders as a foothold.

I aimed at my eyes, but couldn't reach it, and cut my tongue open slowly.

Through the blade, the feeling of cutting meat is transmitted.

The screaming humor passed through the discomfort and was humorous. It was a big figure and weeping like a child.

The claws approach. Kick and avoid the dragon's face.

Stupidly, the dragon strikes his face with his hand and loses his balance.

Run around the roof of the building.

slow.

A dragon that is not me.

There is no elegance in body handling. Apparently the wings were damaged.

Keep the distance on purpose and go behind. Invite an attack.

Come on easily to laugh.

A tail blow approaches as expected.

After all a beast.

If you look at it many times, you can react with margin.

Sprinkle your sister's special violent spice on your sword.

Read the distance. Match the relative speed and jump backward. Avoid single paper. At the point where the tip of the tail is in front of you, pierce the sword at the counter.

The place where the spines were, the place where the raw nails of human beings came off.

The sword leaves your hand.

He dived into the dragon's tail to the handle.

"Cure aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The biggest screaming today.

The surrounding window glass breaks and the body trembles on impact.

"Air, what was that spice mixed with?"

The dragon is wagging its tail and fainting in agony.

Attempts to pull out the sword by centrifugal force, but the sword that has been cut does not come off to such an extent.

Agathion digs into the wings when pushing it, and sneaks into the muzzles and meat and gives pain. The dragon's arm, which reaches out and pulls out, jumps and slashes it with a sammongrass sword.

The sound of a hammer resounds.

The last thing.

A sword that is familiar and trustworthy. A rugged, robust, and no-frills product like the original owner.

Thicker sword than average long sword. Although it is a heavy product, it becomes twice as heavy as this level of blacksmithing builds.

A steel material that contains silver, iron, and impurities that cannot be analyzed. He left his sword without leaving a name. A gem made by an unnamed blacksmith. For those who know the value, they are gemless swords.

However, the dragon scales cannot be cut with this sword.

However, this sword does not break like a dragon.

"Come on! I'll smash it and fry it with curry powder!"

Thin.

Make the dragons countless blades.

We develop sword fight.

It's a time of dazzling fascination.

It loses its color, its time becomes sticky, and it dances with huge death and paper.

Crawling on the ground like a rat. Run on the roof like a cat. Eats like a wolf.

Blood boil, soul burning.

You can really feel that this is life. Each time you swing the sword, the regeneration point decreases. Every time you hit the dragon with a sword, parry the dragon's claws, or just avoid it, every time you move your body to the point where it boils and steams, you lose your life.

Possibly, a direct hit will leave the rebirth point empty and your body fragmented.

But what happened.

Such is one of the most common deaths.

Don't lick adventurers. Don't lick anything that challenges death.

Shake the sword.

Metal dissonance sounds. Keep canceling the reverberation. Playing a sword that trains iron.

I parryed all the attacks and avoided them.

The number of slashes released is over eighty.

It's a short time, but it's because of the tight spirit. I felt terribly slow, but also felt faster.

One wing of the dragon sprinkles blood around and bleeds heavily into my poncho.

Unfortunately,

――――――――

No fatal wounds were given. Did not reach.

The dragon scale is not as hit resistant as slashing. Later, if you shoot 200 as well, you can crush the meat and break the bone. But well, sad. My replay point runs out with a single blow.

This is the limit. Fun time is too early.

It is a dangerous bet like an adventurer, but I aim at my eyes again. Penetrate the brain. The dragon will be on guard. It is a dangerous act of jumping into your mouth.

What did it do?

I'll try it.

Hook scales with a sword and make a light sound.

Get down on the roof of the completely reduced building, and make a long break.

My distance is 40 meters.

Hold the sword in this.

The left hand squeezes the handle strongly and the right hand holds the handle.

The appearance of the visible thrust.

The cutting edge was adjusted to the dragon's eye. No more weird entanglement. Drill pure and sharp.

That's it.

Therefore extreme.

"This will kill you"

I'm going to kill you.

All of the body specializes exclusively in this.

This is the last.

Penetrate. Pierce and kill! I don't need anything else!

Take a step further with menacing and preparatory movements.

The dragon has retreated one step.

"H, h"

A smile spills.

This guy is scared.

You're not good That is useless. He has such a big body and the scales of the borderline, and he shouldn't threaten such a human.

"Hah, hahahahahaha!"

It's too funny and laughs.

However, the blade does not shake fine dust. I never stop killing. You die. Absolutely kill here.

At least you fall with me, at worst you fall with me.

I don't need anything other than kill you.

How are you

The blade flashes in a clear sense. A blow by selfless extreme. This is all about me. It's a tiny thing, but it's not a reason why a dragon can't be killed.

Come on, I'll die.

Die.

--------------When.

The killing has melted.

"What?"

The air burst with the sound of a fist.

The dragon was beaten down from side by side.

The concussion dragon knocks down. The neck falls on the main street. Without waiting for the three counts, the bearer of the fist that got down hit another shot on the dragon's chin.

The giant jumped up. Flew in the sky. This is the first time a dragon has flew in this way. Gurung, rotating with Gurung and landing from the back of the head.

The bones ring.

"O, oh oh oh oh"

She has a cute shout.

Although cute, the fist that captured the dragon's forehead was so powerful that no trace of the human race remained.

I felt strong, but this is abnormal.

I don't think the thin arms and small fists have the destructive power to make a shock. It's powerful enough to hit and hurt a dragon scale.

………………Ah.

Disagreeable. is there.

It's easy.

Is there a woman who won the dragon with his bare hands? She has that blood.

The greatest role of a contractor with God is to trace the legend of that God. Then it is not strange that those who inherit God's blood reproduce the legend of that God.

A hard armed Glad Vane.

The appearance of hitting Rana's dragon was just that.

"Toka"

Um, my wife.

"Lana, it's a bit of a surprise."

Lana inhales a lot. Beat the dragon's belly with apnea repeated blows.

Playing like a great waterfall, with a dododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododot

The belly of the dragon is mortar-shaped.

Next, attached to the face.

Gusha! Gossip! Gariri lili, bokun! Gagagagaga, Bekintsu! Knees and elbows insidiously attack critical areas of the face. A crack ran on one corner.

The white robe turns red with the returned blood.

As expected, the dragon is pathetic.

"Good! Good! No!"

A loud voice sounds. I thought it was from somewhere, it was a voice from the mouth of the dragon.

No way.

"Lana, don't go any further."

Lana, who is crazy and shakes the dragon, shuts her wings from behind. I was prepared for a couple of bones but could stop them more easily than I thought.

"Eh, are you? …………… Is it safe!”

"I'm safe. You're wow."

The regeneration point was exhausted. The skin of her fist was peeled. It doesn't seem to look into the bones, but it's not a shallow wound.

Probably cheaper for hitting the dragon, but too deep for a female wound. Hopefully no traces remain.

"Oh, it hurt."

It seems pain came back to me.

It is good that the blood of the dragon does not cause infection, but first cut the poncho and wrap it around Lana's fist.

Each other is bright red.

The dragon gently woke up. If you look closely, you have intelligent eyes.

It looks down on us.

"I'll finish this dragon festival with the" pain split. "I'm grateful. I'm a Lemurian little.