Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

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"There is"

A man who is blown away by an approaching oak and hit once and for all against the wall of a cabin. Is it from the Vigilante Vigilante of the Running Adventurer or Village?

A woman of the same age who was supposed to have been fighting with him and an up-and-coming man rushed to the man.

I'm so excited.

But a goblin chase invariably strikes two defenseless runners.

A dagger full of rust stands on Zakri and the woman's thighs. I kicked up Goblin's face in pain and distance myself.

I hope I got under the fainted man, but the wounds on her thighs are taking a lot of strength for her. Inevitably the remaining magnificent man propped up the scene, but was obviously powerless in large numbers. More than twenty demons are packing their distance to snuggle in front of them. Even if he died, he set up a sword and looked at the demon that he had acquired without letting him step into this hut. The number of demons surrounding him as if to mock a man ready to die is increasing one by one and one by one.

And the air changes.

Come on! A magnificent man possessed like that realizes that the monster's attention is not pointing this way.

Pawn

Something jumped from behind much more than the impending demon.

One, two and it looks like we're getting closer to this one step by step as we increase its number. What the hell is going on? The men can't even leave the scene because they can't keep up with their understanding, but they can only stand up.

"... Tere,... put it down..."

I hear something. I felt a man's voice approaching this way from where something was happening. Every time my voice sounds, the demon moves toward you as if it were sucked in. It's as if you lost interest in the men.

"Put your neck down! Leave the material! Leave the soul stone! Only dead demons are good demons. Ahhh."

Paint it on demonic blood. I see a small figure cutting through the center as he throws up a terrible dialogue. My neck flies away with Poop Poop whenever the blade in my hand is waved. Is that the demon's neck jumping from earlier!?

He jumps his span span and neck like a devil's brake without taking the demon that surrounds him as a thing. Trying to get out of the way won't stop you from walking. And from behind it, the dust is approaching.

The demons who were near me were also rushing off the scene to see if they noticed the anomaly. But it never came true. The demons couldn't move one thing off the scene if they thought the little man had crushed something. And he ruthlessly ends them one at a time.

Eventually, there were no demons moving on the spot, and they were all dead.

The magnificent man was incredible. The bloody little man only looks good old when he says he's a boy, and that's what made the demons so light.

"Uh, shit. Unlike a dungeon, it's terrible to give back blood or something. Clear!"

Speak of Clear, which is the magic of life, and the blood and dirt that was instantly attached will fall off. Is clearance that widespread? The gear, hair and eyes were all black boys there if the dirt tried to come off. That's why the sword that would be made of a thin green, glowing misrill in your hand looks glowing. Is he the Messenger of God or the Hand of the Devil? I know you could have helped me, but I accidentally thought about that.

"Are you all right? Is there a place other than here where people are evacuated? And what about the injured?

"Yes, no, most people in the village are gathered here. Those inside should be almost intact. Thanks for the help."

"Then I guess I'll be fine. Let's leave it to those guys who escaped. I'm scattering people's meals, so I need you to be as helpful as you are at this time."

I feel relieved that there is nothing harmful about it, even though I am saying it with a sketchy face.

"Are your ladies hurt? Let me see."

If the boy pulls through the bending dagger, he will hear a groaning voice and bleed out.

"Rusty dagger? There's a risk of tetanus. Put [Kabidestroyer] on just in case. High Heels, Plus Cure Chic"

If a light gathers in her palm and illuminates her wound, the wound will block in no time. He is more faint when he hits his body once in a while, but only bruises. A boy who likewise heals his wounds with sacred magic. A magnificent man has lived for quite some time, but he manipulates so much sacred magic. I can't help but see him as a cleric or something. I wonder who the hell he is, but he shook his head to make sure he didn't care. He has helped us here and now. Trying to stop prying deeply.

When the boy had finished his treatment, he rose again with his sword and approached the demon's body.

"Which, shall I finish dismantling before the other faces arrive?" Demolition Blade Place ""

The sword's fullness in the boy's hand shakes like a palm flame. Keep going to the toss and demon corpse. Pull the blade out, and now the corpse was shaken and visible. It was instantly dismantled beautifully with soul stones, bones and meat. The man blinks and rubs his eyes wondering if his eyes have gone crazy does not change the result. When the Ningro boy protruded one after the other, they had increased production from the edge where he worked to pull them out. And if you lift it up, they all disappear somewhere. I had just sworn to pry, but I had no choice but to stumble upon that unknown sight.

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I tried the user-friendliness of "Demolition Blade Place", but this is fine. Besides, unlike in the dungeon, Oak's Golden Ball is 100% available. Is it because there is an immediate physical presence there? I have to tell Mr. Kagra not to crush that oak outside.

Which one is this? Having recovered the obvious material and all, I sigh a little for the mercenary regiment that went after the demons all the way out of the village.

The demons we have raided this time were cluttered people consisting of oaks, goblins, cobolts, etc. There is also no question of whether the leading demons, so-called advanced ones, were taking with them.

It feels like something unexpected. The story of the magnificent man I rescued earlier said that he suddenly appeared and attacked in groups from the woods.

There are no signs of any particular change in the forest even if the enemy fights with a grasp of space. I can't tell you what the situation is.

Several villagers who could not escape this raid were found dead unspeakable. Still, I'm thankful to all of you for surviving this, but I can't wipe out an insurmountable thought. I guess I'm very greedy.

It's a village that I was supposed to pass by, but I was supposed to stay here today. Because it was decided that Eto would help with cleaning up, repairing, etc.

Because of this, the demons and other materials that were defeated during the escort were taken together, but all that seemed worthwhile, excluding the oak array, were handed over so that they could help fund the reconstruction to the village. Because I'm not in trouble for money, and I also think that 'hypocrisy to do better than goodness not to do' someone said.

I can be in charge of cooking people who have finished repairing them. In the end, what you're doing is too much.

Tonight's menu is made from oak meat. I chose that it would warm up and accumulate in my stomach.

When I first heard of oak meat, I frowned, but it is an ingredient that does not extend to Louis Vuitton pigs, but tastes quite the same as fine pork. We've secured a good amount of mercenaries, so even if we have a large group of mercenaries, we can bribe them enough.

The villagers drank warm juice and some were weeping. I guess I gradually realized that I had filled my hunger and survived. He sighed again that if he was weak, he would die, a world truly light in life.