Usotsuki Senki, Meikyu wo Yuku

The reason Fukuran, who holds the cross spear, wanted to belong to the Path of Glory (Gloria Road) was simple and clear, because the Path of Glory (Gloria Road) was the most gigantic and formatted clan in the King's capital at the time.

There was no other clan that lasted three hundred years, and for adventurers diving into a stable labyrinth with fifty layers as the upper limit, that was the kind of clan whose members were at a glance simply because they belonged to the Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

That's why Fukuran was proud when he joined The Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

He chewed on the honor of having himself at one end of the history of The Path of Glory (Gloria Road), which lasted three hundred years.

That's how it happened.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A tornado twisted in a helix is rolled out of the spear wielded by Fukuran.

It is the magic of the Fukuran who manipulates the wind. Tornado a whirlwind that will tear apart a large demon, releasing a number of them.

Before that fierceness, the opponent has no dust to fear.

"Deformed (Mode)/Australian Arm (Armstrong)"

Silver-haired brown girl wears deformed armor and has huge arms. The blow of Fukuran's death was crushed by a giant arm.

Besides, it doesn't stop just to prevent it.

"Okay, let's go! Australian Arm Cannon (Armstrong Cannon)!

Shit, I look back. They're coming after Fukuran. The attack we thought was fired at the rear.

Shortly after Fukuran suppresses, the giant fist is launched precisely where the members of The Path of Glory (Gloria Road) are located.

"Eh, why are you cumming over here ahhhhhhhhh!?

Every girl on my side.

When I did, I was chasing the girl in the fast-fleeing Sister clothes off the grid with a giant fist launch of The Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

The silver-haired girl nods satisfactorily when she sees the marks of the shock. As such, there was a shadow that rose up in the collapsed galeches, which also involved the surrounding buildings.

"Why did I get involved too!? Hey!?"

"Hey, I kind of thought Aye would be okay.... I mean, seriously, how are you safe? Seriously, it's weird."

"I tried my best to avoid it. Besides, what did I tell you now? I'm not sure. I got caught up in this! Besides, he was so attacked that he wondered why he was alive. Uh-huh. Uh-huh!"

"Haha, you can back off now"

"Ugh……………."

The girl in the crying Sister clothes hides behind the girl with silver hair with softness and agility that she never sees. The safety zone is well understood. She's a girl who specializes in surviving.

Fukuran blushes.

In an attempt to target from the weak, it was a mistake to target the girl in Sister clothes first. Silver-haired girl wrapped in magic armor. A girl who fogs and attacks by playing coins. And the girl in Sister clothes who is just running around in fright.

The girl in Sister clothes was undoubtedly the weakest of the three, but unusually shabby. I realized I had to leave them alone because they were less combative, and that was the limit, although I shedded the foggy girl.

The other members fell off after being poked in the gap. All that's left is Fukuran.

"Well, you're on your own for the rest."

As the silver-haired girl put it, the only thing left on this scene is Fukuran. Half of the 40 people who participated in the Clan Battle have fallen off the Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

Only eight clans against each other.

"Are you guys really an emerging clan............?

Fukuran was always pushed to leave this girl alone. Among the kingdoms, Fukuran boasts of the excellence of the Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

The opponents are just boys and girls. It's incredibly brilliant. It makes me wonder if it's some mighty clan offering, some kind of conspiracy.

The silver-haired brown girl laughs with her nose at such a fuchlan.

"Emerging and emerging, officially founded yesterday"

"Ha……"

I no longer had to laugh.

On the first day of its existence, the clan is cornered by the "Path of Glory (Gloria Road)", which lasted three hundred years. Try losing here.

The "Path of Glory (Gloria Road)" rating falls to the ground.

"What the... hey? What the hell are you guys? What right did you guys have to challenge us?"

"... Hi, you seriously don't seem to understand. No? Are you just pretending you don't understand? They all feel like their old Lil 'sisters in The Path of Glory (Gloria Road)"

"What is it?

I don't understand. Fukuran couldn't smile because he said so.

On a roundabout Fukuran, Heeko narrows his jade eyes.

"... Lil, like when I was your sister, would it be better if I broke it once?

Do you really not understand?

Haven't Fukuran noticed? Didn't you have any doubts about Corona's attitude? Were all the guys who interacted with Corona unaware of anything? From time to time, wasn't Kugutsu's attitude weird? Did you seriously examine Corona's background before coming into The Path of Glory (Gloria Road)? How was your friendship? If you didn't look into it, why not?

Weren't we blinded by the brilliance of Corona?

"Damn."

Don't think of anything extra. What if it's part of the rush? That's what I say, but sticky mistrust doesn't get stuck. I don't believe in myself.

Still, we have to fight. I am part of The Path of Glory. As long as we have that fact, we have to fight through this clan battle.

That's how I put up a cross spear, and at least a certain figure appeared in Fukuran's eyes as he tried to bring the silver-haired girl in to discuss it.

The battlefield where Corona was pulled. From that direction, two girls appear.

One is, anyway, a vertical roll girl. A girl who has an eye-catching aesthetic, but still has the impression that it's a vertical roll anyway. Although it is still just a vertical roll girl if it is just her appearance, it is an unexpected vertical roll that, once fought, can only be recognized as a moving vertical roll anymore.

Next to it.

The red-haired girl, who Fukuran should also know well, had unrecognizable hair.

"Mr. Fukuran."

"Corona, honey......?

"No. I'm not your sister Corona."

Slightly more childish language than Fukuran knows. I can't tell what Corona 'sister' means, but until just now the biggest change with her was that hairstyle.

The ponytail, which jumped vibrantly, was rolled vertically.

"I am Coronel."

Colo, who should have been one of his own, is walking alongside his opponent's clanmaster. Girl with silver hair, let her eyes shine

"Colo! You're back."

"I'm back, Hee! Did I worry?"

"Hehe, my sister Lil has dealt with him, so he deserves to be safe."

"Naturally. Who do you know about me?

"I'll shine in the world. I get it. Right!

"You are so persistent!

Three girls get raped because of the intimacy that is peculiar to each other between soothing and heartfelt things. The girl in Sister's clothes also looked relieved.

It should be noted here that Fukuran was not foolish enough not to acknowledge this reality in front of him what it means to connect with the question of an earlier silver-haired girl.

"……… Yes, I see."

Fukuran knows his sins with his giving up and looks up at the sky.

Our own masters sucked. There was no justice to ourselves. We were undoubtedly part of evil, only a dogma.

"Please surrender. Whatever Mr. Kugutsu is… Corona, your sister didn't dislike Mr. Fukuran."

"…… Thank you, Coronel."

Well, I guess you're right to pull it here. I guess that's the clean ending. I guess it's Han Chi who's taking sides with the Colos here.

But I still can't pull it off.

"Sorry, I can't hear you."

"What is it?

"……… protect it."

Blur, but he does grab a spear.

Perhaps the girls in front of you won't know. Even Fukuran doesn't understand. Knowing that we suck, we still don't know what to say about this little feeling of pride and misery in the name of the clan. Duty, guilt, sense of belonging, hindsight and many other sentiments have become cluttered, stopping Fukuran from entering the Path of Glory (Gloria Road).

I just can tell you one thing.

Even if it is thinly dirty, throwing it out is unacceptable. That would be a negative legacy, and as long as you belong, you shoulder it without running away.

Glory Road sucks right now. And maybe Fukuran is just that running dog.

However, even if it is everything.

"Still, I protect...!

It bears three hundred years of history. They are spinning the will of the great first clan members with cotton. It is impossible to abandon it because it has become inconvenient. It cannot be done by Fukuran, such as abandoning this clan, which has developed continuously for three hundred years.

"I'm Fukuran, the spear of The Path of Glory (Gloria Road)!

"... this is Coronel, the commander of the 'Infinite Light (No Limit Glow)' SWAT"

"Right! Come on, Coronel!

"Yes!"

Colo's vertical roll burns up.

A flame that burns in a vertical roll. The brilliant brilliance burns as a light that illuminates thousands of miles in all directions. And it doesn't stop at all that magic.

Colo wrapped vertical roll. The red, swirling hair itself turns into flames and becomes dragons.

Flaming dragons that glare at you and move out as if you had a separate soul. A flaming dragon with a mass beyond the heat comes forward from the shoulder mouth and clutches to the fist of the coro so that it becomes twitchy.

That's what Colo grips.

"Sister Soul Sword"

The Fire Dragon changes shape. A blade with a thinly sharpened flame with mass and a pattern that fits perfectly into the hand of the coro. It became a sword with a dragon design.

The colo holds the thoughts that materialized, the hot souls that inherited.

Isn't that good magic?

Seems to know, as if in front of a flame he doesn't know, Fukuran sets up a cross spear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Fukuran's, full of blows. As you poke, let the wind swirl at one point.

Once, the magic of the wind I got because I wanted to be free. I can't even recall to Fukuran himself how it became used for the 'Path of Glory (Gloria Road)' after all the extravaganza. Still, I never got lazy. The poke obtained at the end of the grinding was great without irony.

Colo sent.

And step straight in.

Faster than Fukran pulled, fire erupted from the vertical roll of the colo. Explosive acceleration. Unable to keep up with it, Fukuran is slashed.

"……… Ah."

Times change.

That's what I thought at some point. I think so because I know with the rise of "The Thunderclap" and the apoptosis of "The Path of Glory (Gloria Road)" that started three years ago.

And I'm not part of the struggle for the times.

"Damn......"

I regret it.

When, why, have you grown up like this? With regret for himself, which was nowhere near reached, Fukran, who was slashed and torn apart from his tenacious obsession, was sent back.