Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

[Samurai] Masamune has a long time with Mr. Aerial even within the party.

They say that the sword moves have reached the realm of miracles, and even try to cut off the magic.

He was a wanderer. He met Mr. Aerial and was invited by his people.

Mr. Masamune declined to make his swordsmanship a spectacle, but offered the conditions because Mr. Aerial was too persistent.

Fight and listen to one thing you better say when you lose.

I don't know the details because they don't want to talk much about it, but apparently it was a draw.

Masamune, who thought the dungeon offense was just a show, thought there was something if a strong man like Mr. Aerial took it seriously, and joined the party when we did it together for a while.

Ever since, they've been fighting together.

Rip the ground, break clouds, and manipulate sword moves that break magic [Samurai].

"I don't know, a little, fun"

Mr. Aerial is laughing like a child.

I don't see Mr. Masamune at hand. No, I look like a brace.

Every time it sounded tall and bouncing of air.

I'm slashing Mr. Aerial's wind blade.

Mr. Masamune's, a softening flash, dived into his nostalgia.

Mr. Aerial took it with his holy sword.

Pickles, and squeaks.

The Holy Sword is not superior in its own right. Any crude product turns into a holy weapon by the presence of the Spirit. The power, durability, and magic streets of an attack increase dramatically.

Phoenix's Holy Sword, for example, is a cheap gift I gave him for his graduation.

There is no such thing as a famous knife because it is a product that can be bought by a thirteen-year-old who doesn't have much money, but the entry of the Fire Spirit made him a holy sword. On the contrary, that one surprised me a little because it was something that changed my appearance and made me look better.

So you can make another weapon a holy sword even if it breaks. That's not the problem.

The problem is that you hurt the weapons that the four Spirits shelter with weapons that aren't.

There may not be any point in comparing it because of the huge difference that it was wrapped around "The Gods", but even my fist, which liberated the horns, did not scratch one holy sword of Phoenix.

… is it something different from simple 'power'?

Unlike normal swords, I hear Katana is a weapon that specializes in 'slashing' rather than 'slashing'......

Not waving heavy iron chunks with rigidity, but slashing and laying down enemies with sharpened blades and their own moves.

"Well, what's up"

Mr. Aerial is fun, but at the same time, he cared about the rear.

It's Rayce and the others.

"That, Rayce, you don't have that one. Seoken? The Spirit Contractor has it."

says Mr. Citrie in Remegeton.

"I can't have anything heavier than a spoon. Isn't she cute this time?

"Haha, I just said it's not cute. Do you have it in your roots? It's kinda cute, it 's-"

Mr. Sitley dropped his hips aggressively.

A giant arm swoops over its head. The wall behind it is destroyed with a roar.

"Uh, why are you angry?

It was Fran who attacked us.

It's hard to tell because I don't have an expression, but it does seem to wrap up a swordswallowing atmosphere...

"I'm not mad."

Fran spreads a huge right arm pulled out of the wall and shakes it off to Mr. Citley like even a tabletop bug would crush it.

"Wow, hey, it's big, it's fast"

Mr. Citrie masterfully uses black magic - he's activating slowdowns and confusion at the right time - to avoid Mr. Fran's attacks.

[Destroyer] To the target, black magic seems to pass. Or is she that, angry and unable to deal with it well? Either way, what works works works. It's big that I found this out.

"Oh, okay. I don't like how Citrine said Reyce is cute."

"I'm not mad."

Mr. Fran holds an open hand and shakes off his fist.

At the same time, the speed increases, and Mr. Citrie avoids it.

"... ha... not cute, never cute. Not too cute. Very tough."

I don't know if Mr. Citrie herself has that idea, but it's in my interest to have her transformed into a Remegeton.

It is possible for her to reproduce the properties in combination.

I mean, it is. Lemegeton's appearance can be worn with "the characteristics of a normal demon."

Aren't Lemme and Lemmegeton the same person? Suspects may also appear in the future. There are already people in the best position to feel and know.

I'm human. I can pretend to be a demon, but if I find out it's a pretence, Leme and Lemegeton connect.

There is no such thing as the idea that summoning magic is caused by magic implements, which is actually true.

But if Mr. Sitley shows off his demon traits when he's turning into a lemegeton.

Remegeton is strongly impressed with demons who are good at black magic.

If you can imagine a demon who is also good at melee, you can make him think of the option of packing distance as' dangerous'.

No matter how much Mr. Fulcus trained me, my own pure combat skills are beyond my command.

It's not easy to cover up there, tough reality.

On top of that, he decided to be a brave man who would bring victory to the demons.

Making me think I'm more of a threat than I actually am helps win.

…………

Mr. Fran is as faceless as ever, but his mouth is small and open. Are you surprised?

Mr. Citrie's - right arm was taking the giant fist he had been shaking from overhead.

The arm is covered in something black. And something black and pointy sticks out of my elbow.

Of course, it's fake. As for what covers the right arm, it reproduces only appearance with the ability to transform.

What sticks out of your elbow is the Devil's Horn.

It's not the master's horn.

Apparently, she can reproduce well when it comes to the natural stuff, but my horn inheritance is both irregular and irregular.

Crushed horns were used in secret surgery to settle in exchange for prolonged suffering.

I can't reproduce it - at least for now - and it's the Horn of the Devil she knows that's out of her elbow.

Even if it wasn't me, the demon would inherit the horns in the first place.

He reproduces me by wearing another demon who inherited the horn.

"Nothing, we're not all fucked or anything, are we? It's just that each person has an ideal self, right? If Citrine can do it, I want to be cute all the time."

"... not interested"

"Well, you're cute."

".................. cute, no"

For a moment, Mr. Fran looked bitter - he looked like one.

Gu, gu, gu, and, Mr. Sitley pushes Mr. Fran's fist back.

"Ha, that's a demon. Can't you beat Fran when it comes to staff?"

Rayce squeaks like she was impressed.

By the way, what Mr. Citley doesn't fog is keeping him on guard. Wind magic that defeated [vampires] that fogged on the third layer. Eating that one during materialization is no good even for Mr. Citrie.

And about what Rayce said, but when I compare my powers with Fran, he crumbles and exits.

"Reis."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Fran waved his left fist. The arm belongs to a normal girl - it's gone.

It looked like Rayce-kun's earthly magic had wrapped the rock around it.

"Oh, already. This was Ya..."

That's when I thought he was going to hit me.

Mr. Citrie disappeared.

"That... has it reacted?

Mr. Citrie's voice sounds unexpected.

She appeared behind Mr. Hamill and nearly slapped his right arm into him.

- It's the magic of the Four Heavens King [Demon of Time] Mr. Agarez.

It's like you skipped time - space travel.

Mr. Agarez and Mr. Citrie are not as close as they are to each other as they are to evil. Watch carefully the development of the feeling that Mr. Agarez will be angry with Mr. Citrie, who is betrayed by the Demon King.

I guess I didn't like using it with that.

But magic is real. How Hamill reacted to Mr. Sitley's right fist, which suddenly appeared behind him.

Flashing his sword as he turned around, it clashed with his right fist.

But it doesn't end there. "Flying Slash" seemed to have been activated at the same time, and Mr. Citley's head blew off - no.

Off.

"... it's dangerous"

Mr. Citrie squeaks.

Mr. Hamill's reaction was brilliant.

Normally, the demon that appeared to poke the gap would have returned.

Precisely, he skipped the slaughter of an orbit that bounced Lemegeton's neck. In that moment.

Still, the attack came off.

Because Mr. Citrie's height had changed.

The outfit remains remegeton. Keep your right arm intact.

Only the body is back.

to the [Dream Demon] citrie.

The change in position of the head caused the attack to come off. Mr. Citrie is a lot shorter than Lemegeton.

A poor face under the hood stares at Mr. Hamill.

"Hey, you too, like Mr. Samurai - Ugh."

Cancel charms.

Because Yuan-kun's wind blade is approaching.

"It's a lot, not a lot? Isn't it good that we all bully one girl?

"If you can stand around these few opponents, at least you're not a normal girl."

Rayce-kun's icing had frozen her legs and floor and stopped her from connecting.

"Can I be cold if I'm an unusual girl?

"I want to be nice to everyone, don't I? Unless it's a dungeon."

Mr. Sitley's right arm grabbed Mr. Hamill's magic sword aggressively and wouldn't let go.

"Lord Hamill! Stay away from me!

Mr. Hamill showed hesitation but eventually complied.

Like the [warrior] Aruba of the Phoenix party, those who are attached to weapons hesitate to let go even when danger is imminent.

The speed of the wind blade dropped for a moment to keep my people out of it.

Mr. Hamill leaves.

Wind blades re-accelerate.

But with that momentary delay, Mr. Sitley takes off his predicament.

With a magic sword - amputate your own leg.

Transform into something extremely small - a bug, perhaps - and dodge the wind blade.

... If it is fixed to something, can't it be transformed? That's why I cut my leg off.

"Ku, uhh...!

That's not all. He released "Flying Slash" and let Yuan-kun carve a laceration in his shoulder.

"You're good. But I caught him."

Rayce, it's you.

He stood his thumb and index finger on both hands, and when he combined it to create a rectangle, he stared at the space over it.

Mr. Hamill, who tried to go back and get the magic sword, realizes it.

"Wall...? Rayce, are you doing this?

"Yeah. It feels like we're trapped in a transparent box. No water vapor or bugs pass through. I can't transfer straight from the worm. I got you."

It takes magic to use magic. I can't do it in a bug state.

Did Mr. Citrie notice too, [Dream Demon] return to state.

"I would have liked to have fought Lemegeton some more."

"As a [dreamer], I'll show you an eh dream, but don't think I can make you like adventurers in a dungeon"

"Haha, I wonder if you avoided exposing your staff Sun bills. Well, can I fight him?"

"Reis. Stab me in the ass."

"Uh, well, well"

Cross your fingers and narrow the gap. With that, the box seems to be getting smaller.

"... already. It's Mira's fault."

There's been a change in Mr. Citrie's body.

The left arm belongs to the werewolf. Mr. Marcosias. Huge arm of level. The right arm belongs to the demon.

Stretch your arms so you don't shrink the box.

"...... hmm. That's a lot of resistance."

"Reis. Crush...?

"No, it's okay. It's too gross, and I knew I'd freeze it."

The next moment - Mr. Masamune left.

"Yaba... Too much time"

Rayce distorted her expression to regret her loss.

That's right.

Mr. Sitley didn't fight to wipe out this member.

She was deluded by her exceptional skill, but her magic was also critical.

Mr. Masamune outperforms Mr. Aerial with sword moves.

And Mr. Masamune has now become an adventurer's enemy.

Mr. Aerial stands around not to kill, but Mr. Masamune is not reluctant.

I can't stop eating for long. It won't take long for either one of them to get hurt enough to exit.

I stood around to buy that time.

And now Mr. Aerial left Mr. Masamune for spirituality.

[Wizard] Mr. Michelle has no legs, and [Alchemist] Mr. Lewis has no one arm.

Mr. Skaha lost the holy sword, and Mr. Suri lost his bow.

Even though it was conditional on 'don't kill' until critical, this member was the owner of a sword move that could be hunted down so far.

"Oh good. It's empty."

Mr. Iced Citries, leave as is.

The fifth tier took two victims and succeeded in the attack.

But there was no joy of victory in the faces of the adventurers...