Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream

Phantoms are by no means disorderly and invincible.

Just as treasure objects are created on the basis of 'items that once existed' remembered somewhere in the world, so too are the phantoms created on the basis of 'creatures' that have existed before.

It means that the giant that can be swayed down, the blade that can be swayed down, is also something that existed somewhere someday.

Accept the white blade that is swung down from overhead with a big sword held by Gilberto in both hands. Arm smudged by the tremendous force in it and withstand the scratch of the knee about to crush.

Wolfknight - who decided to conveniently call himself a werewolf with a weapon - was so different in weapons that they all boasted terrible strength and endurance, and an incredibly light body outfit from the giant.

A few still fought, but their strength crossed Gilberto, who boasted of his strength, and their speed was comparable to that of Ruda, who was confident in his lightness.

And its strength and endurance are much higher than those of the Tinos, who are human beings.

Attacks carried out from the arms of the beast, if properly received, are a serious injury imperative, and Tino is, anyway, an opponent on a few steps for Gilberto and Luda, who usually only dive into a treasure house where they can fight with some leeway.

Seriously difficult, but fortunately, there was only one thing the Tinos were winning.

It's - teamwork.

Greg steps heavily into that gap where Gilberto is holding the blade, with that long sword, and pierces the joint of that arm waving the sword - the gap between the armor and the armor.

At the moment when the force loosened for a moment, Gilberto missed the great sword held from the top with tremendous force.

The big blade falls right next to Gilberto. Wolfknight roars and looks down at Gilberto and Greg with his murderous, wet eyes.

And the giant collapsed about with his eyes open.

Tino, sneaking up from behind, jumped up near the ceiling and put a blade in his neck from behind.

The short sword of the red and black sword body in both hands is what Wolfknight fortunately left behind after his death when he entered the 'White Wolf's Nest' and defeated him.

The blade, which is released to weigh, devours its thick fur, muscles, bones, and halves into its neck.

Though it was the neck amputation that could not be done, the mortally wounded Wolf Knight does not even scream and disappears to dissolve in the air.

Tino lands without making footsteps.

Gilberto looked down at it for a while, but eventually breathed on his shoulder as he was relieved.

The expression seeped in mild fatigue.

"Ha, ha... did you do it"

"Really, it doesn't fit. Please."

Greg frowns at the feeling of wearing thick fur that remains in his hands.

Better than metal armor, but Wolfnite's body hair is pretty stiff and it would be hard to inflict fatal injuries if he didn't give it his full strength.

The interior of the nest was not the size of a Wolf Knight, as Tino expected.

The ceiling, in particular, is too long for Wolf Knight.

I was not afraid to be taken overhead, as I was when I was ambushed at the beginning, but the tension of being relative to a large warcraft in a dim and narrow space twitched and shredded the party's temper.

With the weapon I just picked up, Tino, who let me pierce the steeple with one blow, says without changing his expression.

"Again, if it takes four of us, it's not hard to take them down. No matter how strong they are, they don't have the concept of cooperation."

That was the biggest weakness and gap in Wolf Knight this time around.

Even if the individual forces are strong, the combination does not exist.

Even if your people are dying, they won't prioritize and help the enemies in front of you, and even if multiple Wolf Knights existed, for example, the tactic of the most affordable Tino attracting far beyond the One and attacking the One Wolf Knight with the other three makes up.

Of course that's dangerous, but in a situation where everything around here was surrounded by powerful enemies, it could be described as an effective tactic.

I got the weapon.

"I wish I could drop another bottle."

Tino specializes in attacks with his bare hands, but just when dealing with Wolf Knight, his minutes are bad.

I usually carry a dagger, but it's only a subwebon. I was lucky enough to get a weapon that could knock Wolf Knight out with one blow if I stabbed him well.

At the beginning, Luda, who ended up watching the perimeter for vigilance and gaps, takes a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the tension and fatigue, the search for the treasure hall went well.

There are only two bandits (sheafs) and there is plenty of room for opponents. You can see that you don't have to worry about being preempted.

Wolfknight often seems to be acting alone, in a nest hole running endlessly vertically, it wasn't hard to move on while avoiding it, and even when it comes to fighting, he manages with an impromptu combination.

Gilberto's power was high there, exaggerated in the venue in the footsteps as well as in the bend, and Greg was just experienced and good at adapting to people. If you stop moving, Tino makes you toddle.

Also, on the contrary, if Tino catches his eye, Gilberto and the others apply that gap.

Ruda is only noticeably active, but it's not because she's weak. If Tino hadn't been a bandit (sheaf), the presence of a Luda capable of fighting would have been a must.

It would have been a problem if one of us had suffered a major wound, but so far we have managed to outrun it.

Everything was calculated and exhausted.

Maybe you even expected a drop of weapons. If someone asks me that, I even get the idea of being laughed at.

"The master is still right. Master is God."

"... ooh, ooh. Right."

I turned to Tino, whining as if to tell myself, the look Greg drew.

Clan masters and party leaders originally have charisma, but Tino's trust in that master seems to be too much.

Most importantly, from what Greg has seen, I don't feel charismatic about Cry.

I'm going to have eyes for years of activity as a hunter, but I don't see anything attractive like a powerful hunter.

I wondered what the joke was when I found out who Klee was at the venue for the recruiting of members.

I still can't believe it when I find out it's a thousand changes, and I still think it's some kind of mistake when it's all explained to me that it's all calculated.

It's still more convincing to be told you've reached level 8 in Conne, but I could see pure trust from the mouthfeel of Tino, a good hunter like this.

I do not intend to cause discord within the party during the hunt. I had a lot to say, but I'll be behind.

We'll have a chance to check it out if we can get home alive. Whatever needs to be done now is to survive this unusual look from the treasure house.

Tino shook that shoulder once to Greg, who lays his long sword on the sheath of his hips, and said in a voice that looked serious.

"But there must still be something to come. The Master's usual trials are not like this..."

"... Huh? What are you talking about, you?"

Gilberto speaks for Greg's inner heart with a frightened voice.

I would definitely choose to escape if I were a coarse hunter even in the present situation.

Whatever the treasure hall where there is no information, it is because unexpected events occur in the treasure hall where the appearing phantoms can be identified, meaning an emergency occurs.

I can't imagine any more trials for Ruda, for Greg, and for Gilberto.

"... in the meantime, proceed carefully back. There were no signs near the entrance. There were no bodies. Rescue targets should be in the back."

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The spirit of Gilberto Bush was sharpened, backed by exhaustion on his whole body.

Tingly air on the battlefield. Smells even. What the mighty Phantom (Phantom), which never appears, has brought, however, is exaltation, not fear.

"I can't do it with you anymore. I can't keep up. I'm out of the party."

I recall words hung from members' youth the day before Gilberto got out of the party.

He was a youth about three years older than Gilberto. He was a young man who had been partying with Gilberto ever since he came to this city, but his strength had been more than once, less than Gilberto's.

I knew I was making an effort, but the difference just widens.

I vehemently resented the word when I received that circular and when other party members declared that it would fall out in the same way while peeking into Gilberto's complexion, but now that I'm infiltrating the treasure hall beyond my power, I know just a little bit of that feeling.

They were worried, too, and they should have thought more about how their members felt, too.

But more than that, working with party members with more power than their own elevated Gilberto.

I've been a part of one party ever since I visited the Imperial City. Even if we occasionally added members on an ad hoc basis, basically all the people Gilberto fought with had only a lower strength than Gilberto.

But not now.

We have company to fight with.

Greg's sword weighed less than Gilberto because of the blow, but it was technical and tricky enough to put on a gap in armor, and Tino's ambush - a leap towards Wolf Knight's neck and a precise blow without hesitation is nothing short of brilliant.

Neither did Ruda, whose weapons were poor and deadly to Wolf Knight, but he did everything from foe to restraint to show them.

Fight as one against a mighty enemy called Wolf Knight, which is difficult to relate to by itself.

A feeling that hasn't been around for a long time burns Gilberto's blood tide hot, causing fatigue to build up and wield the sword that should be heavy easily, as if new fuel had come in.

hours after entering the treasure hall. Greg tells Gilberto, who is still in motion, that he is stunned.

"Oh, come on, you look good"

"Hmm. Finally, I'm feeling better."

The blade of Wolfknight, which should have been finally taken at first, was gradually ready to be pushed back.

I was never the first to lose my hand. But spiritual or physical, aside, that was a visible and discerning growth.

Again. Gilberto lets his breath out as he hears Wolf Knight fall.

If there's only one thing you're not happy about, it's...

"Ha ha... now I wish I had purgatory sword magic (mana)"

Look down at the Purgatory Sword in your hand and sigh.

Purgatory Sword had now lost its power as a treasure. Even with magic, Gilberto's amount of magic is too much of a burden. That is also true of other Members.

If you could have unleashed the power of the Purgatory Sword, you could have defeated Wolf Knight more easily. Impossible to imitate like a thousand changes, but I could do as much as wrap a flame around it and burn out Wolfknight's sword.

The search must have gone smoothly.

Tino tells Gilberto, who leaks an unfortunate voice, as if he was stunned.

"Treasure is still early on Gilberto. Reliance on treasure tools will rust your arms. So I don't have it yet either."

"... you didn't have the treasure yet"

I'm also used to the great words that can be hung from a small leader.

Without anger, Gilberto rounds his eyes to those unexpected words.

With that said, there was no way Tino was using treasure gear.

Anyway, if you were exploring the treasure hall enough to be certified to level 4, you'd be finding one or two treasure pieces. Not to mention being in a big clan, so it would be possible to give in from fellow citizens.

Continue to Gilberto with Tino slapping his arms in his pants with a strange look on his face.

"Treasure is only a trump card. You shouldn't use it in regular combat, and you shouldn't fight enemies you can't win if you don't. This request from the master must also be intended to teach you that. Definitely. There is. Harassment did not deplete the magic of the Purgatory Sword."

"... it's so weird"

It's an incredible story. But the information that Tino is not using treasure tools adds to the credibility of the word.

Indeed, Gilberto had no hands or feet on Tino in his arms test without the treasure.

Frowning, Tino added to Gilberto, who once again looked down at the Purgatory Sword.

"So the treasure I discovered in the treasure hall is given to the master through your sister. If the master checks the treasure tool's performance and it's a good object, he'll take me to the ice cream. I mean, the master is God."

"... it's just conveniently exploited. What?

He looks at Tino as Greg cramps his eyelids as he tingles.

"That's not true. The master goes out with me even though I don't like sweet things. I mean, the master is God."

Gilberto was also in agreement with Greg when he said one way or another, but didn't feel like pinching his mouth when he saw Tino with a serious look.