Man of Dungeon

The table name is Sabre Machine.

A mechanical soldier with a single sword stands in front of Sarah, and, like the two previous ones, awaits the challenger's first hand.

"Totally... just because I came out this far behaves a lot... even though it's a mission (a program), I don't know how to consider it in character..."

Sarah didn't seem to like the mechanical soldier's attitude of waiting for the "challenger”.

"Originally a substitute for the Lord, but spare him his pathetic destiny and use it... Skill: Dominance..."

When Sarah squeals so, the Sabre Machine storms toward the ruler with fierce momentum, leaving a red remnant from one eye.

The moment when the robot and Sarah intersect.

[Skill: Snowflake -]

Attempt to activate a skill reminiscent of pity that does not suit the appearance of a mechanical soldier. But...

"It's not my hobby to have miscellaneous fish"

――…………

A small force point captured the target, sicker than a mechanical soldier wielding through that sword.

Strangely enough, from the spectators, only that moment reflected like slow motion.

Sarah's black-light-emitting fists significantly distort the robot's mono-eyed brilliant face, and its kinetic energy changes vectors in the opposite direction.

The mechanical soldier, bounced back by a strong impact, is blown like a ball and crashes into a wall at the field end a few dozen meters away. Its power produces a breaking effect on the wall, but it was probably at the point of impact before it that the HP gauge was lost.

"" Eh……………! "

The two spectators cease to speak.

Neither of them left the mechanical soldiers without so much danger.

But this girl never moved off the spot, and she stopped by a few seconds of initiation, just a normal attack, a blow.

"Oh, the owner... who is Sarah...?

Ask Jisan as Sigesato floats some agony.

"Huh...?

Gisan also somehow figured out that the question asked with that intent was whether Sarah from unknown origin was something ”special" on top of being too strong against her appearance.

But it wasn't special to Zisan in that sense. Sometimes I simply couldn't think of an appropriate answer...

"... I don't think it's anything else..."

"Huh...! Oh, yeah, right. Sorry to ask you something weird."

"No......"

I don't know what such a master's answer is, and the Great Demon King smiles back with a flat face.

"Sa! Master......! Best wishes, General!

(... Huh!

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A little while ago...

There was an act of sequencing.

"Well, I'll do it first."

Sigesato runs for it, whether it has numbed into a situation where no one tries to divide it.

"Ah, go ahead..."

Since there was no particular objection, the vanguard of Sigesato decides.

"Now let's take on the Admiral… the responsibility for getting involved in this battle -"

"NG."

"What!?

Sarah disputes Steffa's statement and exalts why.

"The Admiral is determined to be the strongest of the members, isn't he? Then it's up to who's responsible for it from the start."

(Sarah, will the Admiral do it?

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I don't know why I was the general... but I think he was the general's uncle.

(Well, the last one is also a mechanic like the degraded version of Water Cat similar to the three previous ones...... Miscellaneous stuffing, Berserker machine or something......)

With that in mind, Jisan stands in a steady position in an uninspiring foothold.

and the last mechanical soldier emerges from the warp floor.

…………

Gisan has elementary school sentiments as she looks up at the emergent Guardian.

(Big)

The table name is "Mephirzyl".

(Huh? Isn't that the Berserker machine? I mean, wasn't Mephirzil in the public demon king...)

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Demon King Mephirzil

(11) Demonic Clothing: Pearl Hammer Forge Skills, Enhanced Characteristics

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There he is.