Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

It was just a matter of time after Crohiko and I split up.

There was a crack in the back wall, and the wall bounced off.

Cecily Arklite turns toward her.

Currier Verstein also pulled out his sword and stood looking back.

From beyond the wall emerged the

"What, that one?"

Large demon.

Much bigger than a guardian species oak.

It was the size of a cyclops class.

The atmosphere is different from the demons I've encountered so far.

The body is human.

a head with such a disastrous phase as fleshing on a candle.

Only the mouth is oddly large.

Plus, three heads.

Eight arms, too.

He held a huge sword in each arm.

The skin is loess and red and black blood vessels are running.

One eye catches an unusually swollen stomach as if it were in one's arms.

"That demon...... you know what, Cecily?

Cecily, who had accidentally looked in, replied hastily.

"Yes, what... I don't think there was such a demonic record in past literature either. To the best of my knowledge,"

At that time,

"G, I... ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

The demon froze and vomited.

"Oh, no!

Cecily's structure loosens for a moment.

It was such a shocking sight.

Three-mouthed, massive demons were thrown out.

As if, to be produced.

It was the oak that was thrown out.

The mucus-filled oaks stand still.

The orcs turned to Cecilies when they took the weapons that were scattered across the ground.

"You think that demon... is supplying the sacred ruins with demons?

Is there such a demon for supply in each hierarchy?

I don't know.

Anyway - now we have to defeat the enemy.

It won't take a few minutes for the two of us to slash down more than half.

Turn each other back and confront the Orcs without diverting attention from the three heads.

"Ha, ha... eh"

Here Cecily finally gets her breathing ready.

"Are you all right?

"Hehe, this was tougher for the final of the Holy Martial Arts Festival"

Currier's breathing hasn't disturbed yet.

Exactly.

"Currier"

"What?

Phew, and Cecily breathes briefly.

"You don't have to think about protecting me."

"... what?

"I don't want to be in your luggage."

…………

"During the offensive, you were always moving to protect me during the battle, weren't you?

"Fool, don't say anything out of focus"

"Huh?"

"I've never tried to protect you since entering this sacred ruin."

Currier snorts, hun.

"I didn't protect you, I was just keeping your back."

"... Currier"

"I can move forward casually because I think you can handle the blind spot - coming, Cecily"

Orc's battle posture is in order.

Currier restarting his sword.

Restore Cecily as well.

"Let's stick around for a while until Crohiko gets back. One Zemuek for once (an hour)...... by then, I will be rid of the demons here. Is that all right?

"- Yes."

Half the oak solidifies the exit.

"I see, are you going to let us get away with this? We're clearing out for now, Cecily!

"Yes!

The two of us make up for the blind spot, and they slash and skip a bunch of orcs that come at us without stopping us from reaching the exit.

"Gu, go... oh, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Three heads vomited again as they proceeded to slaughter and kill the oak.

Dozens more oaks.

Already at the moment, would a hundred have crossed?

Moreover, the three heads began to move, vomiting.

Heading for the entrance to the room.

"Chip... no matter, he doesn't want us to get away"

Cecily saw a gap and unleashed an attack technique on her three-headed leg.

The procedure is a direct hit.

I could scrape the meat off my thighs.

But...

"Become!?

The wounds sustained during the procedure are repaired.

"Do you even have the ability to play..."

Plus, fast repair.

The more the exit was no longer visible, the more oaks were hissing there.

The demon vomited for the third time.

Currier pounds his tongue as he concurrently ends three oaks with a semi-rotating slash.

"Are you saying it's bottomless generation capability? If... if we don't do something about the body that generates it, we can get jilli poor -"

Livergate emits light.

Surgical magic.

Currier, dressed in divine silver armor, runs through near three heads as he slashes and skips an oak that comes flying with an uncomfortable roar.

From sudden stop, jump.

Currier brilliantly wields the sword of the eight arms that strikes him.

Then he turned his head in the middle and waved a long range of light blades.

A blade of light slashes and tears the middle head diagonally.

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Screaming like ripping the tympanic membrane.

"Hung, you're an unpleasant sounding demon... well, the other two stay like this -"

Currier's move to jump again stops.

"-,... what,"

The head in the middle is already starting to regenerate.

A glimmer of cold sweat swept around Cecily's sweat slaughtering and killing the oak with a sprinkle of spit.

"Playback is too fast…"

And his head isn't even a weakness.

They repositioned each other and confronted a herd of surrounding oaks.

"Ogu eh, gu eh...... Bogu eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh!

Oak is increased with further three-headed vomiting.

Not good.

If it stays like this, it will be pushed out in numbers.

"Currier"

"Oh, I know"

According to the two heads, it's definitely about Crohiko.

"Waiting for him in this hierarchy can be tough."

"Safe, right?"

"There's no way he's gonna die from this. It's harder for him than that."

Kotsuki, Currier all the way down Cecily's hips with her elbows.

"If you are killed by these demons here, you will be captured."

"You, too."

"... Crohiko wouldn't worry. He's stronger now than I am. That's why it's better for him that we're safe."

"The goal is a staircase leading up to one level, right?"

"Oh."

The demons of the Holy Ruins cannot travel in hierarchies.

Use this law to evacuate.

But if that unknown demon doesn't break the law and follow it up to the upper tier,

Using a return transfer device is not an option at the moment.

I need saccharin to activate it.

And Crohiko can't use the sacrament.

If he is left alone, he will have to come up fifty levels by himself before he can get out of the ground.

"Whether you can kill those three heads with regenerative abilities or not, I don't think Crohiko will be able to hold his hand on going to these guys"

Currier seems to be treading that he should be able to escape.

Currier cut some of the clothing fabric vividly, slicing it in an instant.

"This is how we tear our clothes apart a little bit and go for the stairs with the pieces scattered across them. That way, he would have found it and guessed that we had retreated to the higher echelons."

Currier's judgment is calm even at times like this.

Cecily thanked her for her sober judgment and reliability as she embarrassed herself being trapped by a strange sense of impatience.

Oak begins his provocation with pleasure.

situation that is overwhelmingly prevailing in numbers.

I guess I feel like I've already won.

The three heads are so far silent.

He also seemed eager to see how things were going.

First of all, we need to clear the way out.

"... Yep"

At this time, an unpleasant sweat was seeping through Cecily's face.

"Is the backpack... a little far? Let's give up collecting it."

It contains food, etc., but evacuation is a prerequisite now.

Currier looks at me with attention to my surroundings.

"First, I'll chop off both legs of the three heads. You should be able to get me on my knees temporarily. And before we repair it and get up, we concentrate our attack on just the orcs blocking the exit - let's do it for a second."

…………

"Cecily? What...?

Currier looked uncomfortable, then he was hacked.

"You, no way -"

Cecily gets annoyed.

"Sorry, no"

Before I say it, I think I've been spotted.

"Did you hurt your leg...?

"When I slashed a few oaks together earlier, I was caught in the hands of a dying oak that was rolling on the ground... at that time"

At first I didn't think it was a big twist.

But while I was talking to Currier earlier, I felt the pain and fever getting stronger and stronger.

Apparently it was more serious than I thought.

Honestly, it was also harsh to stand now.

My right leg is trembling in small pieces.

Pain goes without saying.

It is impossible to rush through at once in this right foot condition.

No - Running through is a grate, even running.

"... right"

"At least Currier alone..."

"If you say any more, you're gonna get mad."

Make a smile so it doesn't get too serious.

I just couldn't get my nagging face up.

"I'm so sorry... I just had you say it wasn't your stuff..."

"Fool, don't worry about that. And if you don't, I'll break through with you on my back."

Thankful words.

But it's unrealistic.

If you carry each person, the speed naturally slows down.

The range of motion of the weapon is also limited.

Above all, we now have the battles we have had and the accumulation of fifty tiers of fatigue.

And to break through that three-headed repair speed, speed is life.

But there is only one hand.

Both of us have hands that won't get caught by the orcs.

"Currier"

Cecily put a piece of Fryas on her neck.

And smile.

"If you have to, you have this hand"

When he dies in the Holy Ruins, he is transferred to earth alive.

But I get a long sleep I don't know when I'll wake up after the transfer.

I hear some people have been asleep for decades.

To make things worse, while I'm alive, I may not wake up and reunite with Crohiko or Currier.

But it's worth it.

Though Currier Verstein, it would be difficult to break through those three heads and herds while protecting yourself.

But if you're alone, you can break through.

"It's... it's just..."

Curier's mouth is tight and tight.

She knows too.

In the present situation, that's the only way.

The worst result is for the two of you to "live" and be caught by those orcs.

She understands too much, I know.

"Wow, gosh...... gosh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Three heads, fourth vomiting.

Currier frowns.

"Now... Protective species oak," he said.

Spitted out were a dozen guardian species oaks.

The orcs, who had repeated delightful dances and provocations, gained even more momentum.

"Damn... it wasn't that much trouble for one person, but more than ten times the number..."

The difficulty of breaking through the exit route increased again.

"Decisions should be made faster, Currier"

The more time passes, the harder it becomes to escape.

Currier bit his teeth with an indelible look.

It was just that Cecily was strange.

Now I am strangely calm.

Maybe it's, uh...

For the last time in this "Three" offensive squad, we were able to attack the Holy Ruins.

Hehe, and Cecily smiled.

"Can you tell Crohiko one thing?

"Then, fool! About one of you, I..."

"Currier"

"- Huh"

At least one word, I want you to tell him.

Close your eyes.

"Give me..."

From the wall in the back room, a tremendous noise rang.

Currier becomes more alert and rebuilds.

"Hey, what?

Something crushing the extremes.

Immediately after.

The wall that emitted the sound collapsed with the impact.

"Ah."

A man emerges from beyond the collapsed wall.

Black and heavily transformed left arm.

To the left eye, the ocular cord.

On the right hand side, a cherry blade demon knife with a red pulse.

He was taking off his jacket and had two black feathers growing from his back.

However, some of them were unfamiliar.

Two giant black arms.

A running black arm of red blood vessels floats diagonally across his shoulders.

Just my arm.

Originally, the place to connect to the shoulder was connected to holes in the red and black dimensions.

The black sword on the left holds a black sword that looks bigger than a man's demon knife.

The man had the same red and black blood vessels running on both arms as the floating arm.

Generally speaking, that could be described as disastrous.

But Cecily Arklite seemed like a radiant hope.

"Excuse me."

Apologizing and stepping forward, he again, stepped into this room.

"It's late"