All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

All Affirmations and Preliminary Part of Len

My breath is disturbing.

Tired, nervous, in fear.

The plight of a life-threatening struggle falling for the first time erodes Ren's spirit.

"Ugh!

Ren exhaled heavily, aware that his spirit was about to break the equilibrium from his disturbed breath. He didn't know, and he was stuffing his breath.

The disturbance in my mind goes straight out to breathe. If you start breathing on your shoulders, it's already dangerous. That's why I was entrusted with the luggage first. posture, walking, even breathing. While in the dungeon, be careful until you can stay without wasting your health.

(i) Breathe and check the situation again.

What strikes me is a giant bird that supersedes an adult male. There is no mouth, the part of the head is like a dried mummy, there are holes in the place where the eyeballs should otherwise be, and the darkness is as deep invisible as a tree.

Enough bipedal footsteps. It also looks dumb, but its feathers are sharp blades, piece by piece. Just let that demon hit you, and your whole body will be rattled by countless blades.

Ren slaps his sword at the demon that strikes him as a definite threat.

Is it because the bird is based? Surprisingly, the other person feels light. The neck bone is lightly shattered and misty. It won't take long to defeat one.

But the numbers are unusual.

Most of Ren's vision is filled with strange demons.

"Why, this...!

"You idiot! Don't even think about it! I don't care what's ahead! You just think about defeating the guy in front of you anyway!

A senior adventurer, who unleashed an arrow to cover Ren, yells at Ren, who made a weak noise. Granted witchcraft, his arrows pierced the demon and thrust through the herd, burying more than ten at a time.

Still, the herd of demons doesn't have the impression that it's diminished. Rather, it keeps increasing.

Endless battle. Ren eats up his teeth and keeps knocking down the Hinatsu demon.

This exploration was supposed to end as usual.

Even one demon, if it doesn't come out.

"Ho ho ho!

The culprit of this anomaly rings a deafening sound like a mixture of the sound of a clatter and the child's tall laughter.

Never, not a big demon. It grows the demons of a bird flooded there and looks like it stuck the hands and feet of a dried man. What you have in your hand is a sickle like a giant raptor's mouth mounted. The colour of the feathers scattered with a sharp blade is pitch black. Such a demon flies around without sound, like a bad Reaper.

"Damn. I was checking the town info......!

The leader also looked at this unusual situation.

A dungeon can always be where people gather.

It is the conceptual realm that can be linked to the collective idea of man gathered in one place and the magic that flows unconsciously that emerges as a dungeon in this world. It was the chaos of the swirling emotions of human society that created the dungeon, the conceptual space.

Good will becomes the material that moisturizes people, and bad will becomes the demon that attacks people.

Most dungeons are formed throughout the city where people live, with exceptions like a special dungeon where large numbers of people are mobilized and bumped into each other in wars and elsewhere. The big city and the dungeon are in an unbroken relationship.

That is why a symbolic temple of man's faith is established and lidded at the entrance to the dungeon.

But man's malice sometimes breaks faith. That is why the profession of adventurer is necessary.

They are responsible for driving away the malice that is going to flood people's worlds, and for making mistakes.

Dungeons do not inherently make sudden changes. Although large cities, because people's lives do not change dramatically overall. It changes with the times, but the distribution of the approximate demons is determined, and the transformation of the terrain is slow.

But when something changes in the city, the dungeon changes its appearance.

"I don't remember hearing any incidents where intelligent (intelligence) demons (monsters) are born!

"Ho ho ho ho!

I've never even seen it face to face with a party that's been an adventurer for a long time, a special demon.

The demon in front of you is undoubtedly a product of the malice of a stranger. It's people's words that don't speak, but it just doesn't have a vocal organ. Undoubtedly, the demons who identify the Shirushikoku Adventurers had a malicious intelligence.

Against that demon, this party was being dealt with by three sorcerers, swordsmen and leaders.

Magic is fed by demons flying around spreading pitch-black feathers and cleaved with blades. But spilling out of the target's wound is a dirtier black curse than waste oil. Sludge falling to the ground becomes the demon of a bird and floods out.

How many times have you slashed and carved your opponent since you started engaging? It's not like the demons are enjoying themselves. It's just that more splits are thrown out of the demon wound on the main body.

"This is not obvious..."

"Don't hesitate! Let it all spit out! It can't be infinite!

Unexpectedly the weak words of the leaked swordsman, the leader drinks and dismisses them.

These lifeless demons can be wiped out with purification or wiped out with sorcery. In order to weaken the body to the point where it can be erased, they are letting out the curse that makes up the other body.

Leaders also confirm the approximate events in the city.

There are no incidents that greatly aggravate the anxiety of urban residents. It shouldn't have even been a massive death.

Then that demon was created artificially. Someone from past dungeon cases did something to create this demon.

A ritual of sacrifice or a spell of collecting vitality? If there is something unknown or unknown in this city, it doesn't mean that the curse of the demon in front of you is bottomless.

"Oh, too. The Knights can't even sense a case where such a demon would be born!? Your tax thief's incompetence!

"Ho ho ho ho ho!

The demon laughs with pleasure at the exasperated and absurd sorceress.

Being born of man's malice, intelligent (intelligence) demons (monsters). Still without a name, he gives a laugh.

For him, who has not been born much time, he is the first great and powerful enemies.

A total of eight parties, but four of them are the main players and thought members.

A woman swordsman who cuts me off as bravely as she dances. A bowman who uses a variety of magical arrows precisely. A sorceress who carries two daggers in both hands and uses magic for both distant uses. And a leader, a man of miracles.

The other four are full of spilling splits. It can't be a threat.

Among the four main forces, two deserve special mention.

First of all, a blonde sorceress. Excellent with one purely personal loss of battle power. To melee witchcraft, the use of distance witchcraft. None of the female swordsmen, but the distance-related female magicians are more troublesome.

And the other is a man with a secret leader status.

Appearance is like a rough guy, but I wonder how good faith and learning are. A number of secrets that can only be exercised by those who have passed through mystery by prayer and wisdom. junctions, aids, heals and purifies. The front is supported because he is there to manifest yet another secret.

So what's the opposite?

Is there a hole in this party?

"... ho ho ho"

Unnamed demons laugh. My mouth creaks and collapses.

Even his pompous, empty eye of nothingness, his opponent's weakness is well visible.

A young adventurer, fighting a flock of birds with a bowman adventurer. He fights in a standing position that is never necessary or disturbing. You can tell me you're struggling.

But what do you say?

That bowman is definitely one of the main players in this party. It would be easier if we turned him into this battle, but he's on purpose to follow up on the split sweep.

Why?

Easy, because there are immatures besides the main force who would be in danger even with their split counterparts if they didn't follow the bowmen.

"Ho ho ho!

While feathers are scorched by the flames unleashed by the sorceress, the unnamed demon laughs with joy.

Much. Well, he seems to take care of it. A weak man not worthy of this occasion. Unmatched foot clumps to members. I would have made my own gap if I had abandoned that stuff or baited it. If we cut it off, we could have done something easier.

Weak things are ordained to be ravaged.

A strange sickle, like a beak of a raptor, with an unnamed demon.

Until now, it was treated as a weapon. That opened my mouth.

"- Psychological defense!

Even if the leader screams, it's a little late.

"Mental Pollution"

The spell broke.

Dark, sticky, crawling spell. The unknown ability of an unnamed demon. This is his power that man's malice wanted.

Mental pollution (mindjacking), which puts the listener's opponent under control.

A strong practitioner would have had enough attention from the leader. In the junction, in magic, in physical strengthening, simply by blocking your ears. Experienced they prevented spells by each means.

The young man who was called Len, he couldn't.

"Ahhh."

Guru, and the eyeballs turn upside down. will be eroded. A curse crawls over my brain. Follow the curse of immersing your whole body, and the tip of the sword that was pointing at a horde of demons, trying to be pointing at your side.

"Don't be a jerk!

"- Huh!?

A sorceress forced Ren to strike the sorcery directly without any hesitation.

The magic of a thunderbolt that rushes through a distance away, at an unlimited speed close to zero seconds. I guess the power was adjusted. Ren, struck by lightning and sanely returned, glances around.

"Huh? Me..."

"Ho ho ho ho ho"

The unnamed demon makes a grunt of dissatisfaction at the underdevelopment of the spell.

What a powerful curse to beat down offensive witchcraft and play a spell when you say you have succeeded. Don't you see the sight of joy when you intend to make your companions fight each other?

But there are achievements.

There are also bad hands such as helping the rear foot with the front line.

"Ah, guh."

"Ho ho ho ho ho!

An unnamed demon laughs and a sorceress groans in agony.

The moment the sorceress unleashed her magic to the rear. A sickle incision resembling a raptor's beak pierced the witch's torso.

I did it. I struck out one of the people I needed. The balance of the battle that was antagonizing leans here. Malice defeats justice!

Unnamed demons are intoxicated by splashing blood. The unnamed demon, who laughed with certainty of victory, looks at his opponent's expression.

The eyes of a cleaver of witchcraft shot through an unnamed demon.

"What are you laughing at...!

"Ho, ho?

Be pierced and keep fighting. Burn up your eyes and go wild. She didn't just expose her opponent to gaps. I predicted and acted as much as I did to make a gap in myself that the other person helped Len.

Trying to pull out the sickle, it doesn't even move. A pierced wound freezes every punctured sickle.

"This, me! You won't kill me!!

The sorceress stopped the unnamed demon movement without regard for her own sacrifice. The ice instantly tries to erode through the sickle to the main body.

The unnamed demon tried to let go of the sickle and jump up, but it was slow.

"I can't do it again!

"But well done!

A slightly angry windy swordsman cleaves the unnamed demon's five organs between blinks and shoots the art of purification at the curse scattered by the leader of the miracle.

"Ho, ho."

The curse, the malice, is defeated. Still, unnamed demons are appreciated.

Tell the world. The birth of yourself. Let them know. The place of mankind. Remove your eyeballs from your teeth and slander your body so that you can chop your whole body with chopped feathers. Kill without subordinating yourself. The livestock business that man made of man gave birth to himself. I was born in the dark of night, and the unnamed demon, in order to make me laugh.

"Disappear, from this world"

The last remaining nameless demon head is grabbed by a witch magician with a spectacular grin

A mighty sorcery, built with the tone of command. Extreme cannon with the magic of a witch magician's body.

"You're not calling me!!

Unnamed demons vanished without shards in the nearest sorcery.

The sorceress was to receive intensive care for the temple.

Immediately after that, he swept away the remaining Hibi demons and retreated from the dungeon. I brought the wounded sorceress into the temple's treatment room.

The torso was pierced by a giant sickle. Of course it was seriously wounded, but badly, that mouth sickle had a curse. First aid was given in the secrets of the leader, but the curse that entered through the wound was also very irremediable.

Curse relief and wound healing. To do the two in parallel, the sorceress was to receive intensive care in the temple.

Ren couldn't do anything.

Ren today, in a true sense, was nothing but a leg clump.

The face of the party didn't blame Ren in any way. It's not your fault. I had bad luck today. Instead, you did well. I survived a hit by a new kind of demon, rather proud.

Guys, that's what you said.

The kindness rather annoyed Ren's heart.

Without a doubt, the sorceress was seriously injured, even though it was her own fault.

Len, who tries to stay in the temple until after the treatment of the sorceress, told the leader to go home and rest.

Ren is not related to a sorceress. It's nothing. If there were so many people in front of the temple's treatment room, it would just get in the way. It was decided by the party members that it would be nice to have one leader left. Apparently, the sorceress has a brother, but she wasn't caught busy.

On his return, he was only told that the sorceress wounds were not separate to his life. Don't get too sick, okay?

……

With a core foothold like a sleepwalker, Ren was walking the night lane.

Ren had been beaten from the bottom of his heart.

I was given a long sword by the leader and felt recognized as one person. I was willing to fight as an avant-garde and cross with demons. I had such pride in being a full adventurer.

Smashed all over the wood.

There was also no fragment of self-esteem left. I was reminded how thin I was if I fought a really strong opponent.

Until now, I have been protected. I was raised. Like a bird who couldn't leave her parents, she was sheltered without being forced.

And now, not yet.

"Ugh."

I guess I should be thankful.

If you tell people, they'll be jealous that it's an unwanted whirl.

What good people I've met. I envy you. You can take my place. You're the lucky one.

Exactly. Great people. All we can do is thank them for meeting, being protected and being raised.

"Ugh."

But Ren couldn't stand it.

The fact that the sorceress has caused serious injuries. My immaturity. I was going to be in public, and something I wasn't able to do.

Cancer and headaches. Something distracts me keeps banging Ren's brain. A beastly groan leaks from between his eaten teeth. Occasionally a different person passes by avoiding Len with a creepy gaze.

I can't think of anything. I can't pay attention to any of the surroundings.

At some point, though, I was coming to the square.

Unconscious, but Ren knew exactly why he was here.

I want salvation.

In the square, as usual, there were slave girls.

I noticed Ren, and she smiles truly.

……

Ren took out a thousand phosphorus.

And give the note to the slave girl.

The slave girl who received a thousand phosphorus gently takes the placard off her mouth.

"Please, I will..."

"I get it!!!!!! You should scream what you want to say!!!!!!! heh!