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

In accordance with Sven's decree, the hunters unleashed an attack at an undisturbed time.

Treasure hunters, who have fought a variety of gimmicks and a wide variety of phantoms, have excellent coping skills.

Its nature was correctly demonstrated, even before sudden events and unexpected opponents.

In thin darkness, the brilliant and brilliant light flies at a tremendous rate.

Attack magic released from a distance of a few meters - the most basic attack magic, Fire Arrow, made a creeping noise and landed on the head, arms and torso of the slime. I don't even show a bare gesture of dodging.

Slime's, strange voice echoes that makes me want to block my ears.

Soil and dust rise to the impact, covering the giant of the slime.

"Arrow of Fire" is a low-level magic that most magicians can use. It is an attack magic used through skilled and beginner magicians, with easy control, low consumption magic, and excellent activation speed.

The power is lower in attack magic, but powerful enough to pierce thin sheet metal armor.

Not to mention this time the opponent is a slime where flames are considered weak points.

An attack unleashed by a wizard with more than ten people, it's not strange to evaporate completely if you take everything.

Without confirming the extinction of the opponent, the 'Arrow of Fire' is once again released into the earth and dust. A blast of flames burns the universe and a tremendous heat is transmitted to Sven, nearly ten meters away.

A series of attacks, arguably excessive, ends and silence returns to the scene.

A brown-haired hunter retreated while lying on the ground opened his eyes to the limit.

"... hey, did you do it!?

"Don't be alarmed. Eh! Back off! This is' A Thousand Trials'!

Sven yells as he squeezes the arrow wide and keeps his aim pointed at the slime in the smoke.

Finishing the attack, the air that was loose tightens again.

Slime's appearance was only unusual. This is not the first time a party in Footprints has encountered something like this, but no matter how many times you encounter it, you will never get used to it.

Getting close to an unknown opponent is too risky. Twitch and distance yourself from smoke that still doesn't fit.

While standing ready to fire at any time, Sven finally checks with the raised brown hair hunter.

"Hey, what's that guy?

"Wow, I don't know. I ran into him on the way home from pissing... and he came to headquarters."

Sven tongues at the words.

Should I say I was fortunate not to have been ambushed?

Brown hair hunters are clearly incapable of combat. Whatever the magician may be, a swordsman who has lost his arm is useless.

Henrik's powerful healing magic can heal in seconds, even serious injuries, but it cannot recover lost areas.

The appearance of the brown-haired hunter was distorted. The look on the face of a demon.

I say teeth all the time, as if to bite off an impulse that could be fear or anger.

"Not yet, they noticed, they weren't there. There were gaps. From behind, I slashed him! Shit! My... arm..."

Soil and dust subside. Appeared from the inside. Besides, one of the demon leaders who attacked opened his eyes with dismay.

Slime was alive and well. There is no trace left on that dripping body of mucus.

Move the area up that resembles your arm as if the slime were even an extension. I don't see anything like anger in that behavior about being attacked.

To its ugly appearance, Marietta, a party member who was taking part in the attack next to Sven, opened her eyes.

"Huh...? After all those attacks... no... scratches?

Is it resistant to fire? Or is it hard for the magic itself to work?

Every possibility passes behind Sven's brain.

The slime takes a step in a slow motion. At that moment, Sven released an arrow.

"Huh!"

Concentration to be stretched. A pitch-black arrow with incomparable energy such as "Fire Arrow" is sucked in between the head, eyes and eyes of the slime without mistaking aim.

It's a special arrow that even shoots through dragon scales. A blow that had 'stormed' Sven enough wore between the eyebrows of the slime - the next moment, it was bounced heavily into the universe.

The sound of a batin that something can play.

"Become..."

Sven wrinkles between his eyebrows at an unexpected sight.

Big bouncing. The flying arrow danced through the universe as it was, falling across the trees.

To such an unnatural sight, a brown hair hunter is opening his eyes and filling his mouth. Henrik, who was on his side, has also lost his word.

Behind the investigator, the guard roars in a low voice.

Sven was calm. I've been through this many times since I joined this clan, such as with someone whose arrows don't work.

It's not like I didn't stab you. I wasn't evaded either. Bounced. Besides, Slime hasn't taken defensive action.

It wasn't all I could do, but I didn't mean to lose it.

Keep a new arrow on the bow from the back arrow barrel promptly without upset.

Slime moves forward in uncertain footsteps.

Marietta screams in front of her companions who solidify into anomalies.

"Another magic! Don't let me near you! Thunderstorm

A golden light sphere surrounded by violet electricity appears before a large cane.

It's an attack magic that ravages the medium range with lightning strikes. It is not meant to be used by a single demon opponent.

Rapidly generated thunderballs in exchange for immense magic scattered their energy toward the slime.

A real thunderbolt and an unblemished flash tear the darkness apart, and an awesome roar echoes around. But with that lethal blow, Slime just stopped walking for a moment.

Marietta breathes in the depletion of magic.

An attack magic is unleashed from all directions one beat late in the alienation resuming the invasion as if nothing had happened.

On the blade of the wind, spears of earth. Winds with flames wrap around the slime. The grass burns and the ground chooses.

That blow is the attack magic that has slaughtered so many phantoms. Sven knows the power well.

But the crimson slime took it without incident. Because of the shock, I took a step back, but that's all.

"... stupid... it works, isn't it?

The magicians distort their expressions in despair. It's an attack of every nature that drains less magic and releases it.

We could use more powerful attack magic over time, but even this attack we unleashed should have been powerful enough to kill one slime.

If you played with strong armor, you'd still know. But the anomaly in front of me is so soft.

If I played it with my hands and feet, I would know. But the slime in front of me just took it indefensibly.

Set aside the agitating magician, with a short temper, Sven releases an arrow. Arrows unleashed by an unexpected momentum strike the slime like a storm.

Face. Neck. Arms. Foot. torso. The exhaustion of the arrows that have struck us, wherever they may be, bounces off, and there is no sign of stabbing.

Invincible. That word passes behind your brain.

The opponent is not moving fast. But if the attack doesn't make sense, we can't defeat it.

One of the hunters raises an anger like he couldn't stand the situation. Slime down the huge metal hammer that stood at the same time as you advanced.

There was no time to stop. A heavy blow emanating from the power of a high level hunter strikes directly above the slime.

At that moment when the thorny metal hammer tried to smash Slime's head - Sven saw a strange sight.

A metal gavel contains a large amount of wax. Rotate and distort as if forced to obstinate.

And the force was also transmitted to both arms of the hunter who was holding the hammer.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

The roaring, painful voice of the beast.

Seriously, it worked in a bad direction to hold onto the huge weapon.

The sound of bones crushing and meat shaking. My arm, which was protected by my muscles and armpit, is twisted unconstitutionally.

The sight reminds me of a brown hair hunter who lost both arms.

This is what's causing the scar!

"Get your hands off me!

Gark screams. It was almost simultaneously that the shattered hammer blew up.

You let go of me with a rifle, my arm is still safe. It's broken in the wrong direction, hanging without force, but it's still connected.

Shake your body up so that the slime hits big on the man hunter who stops moving for a moment in severe pain.

It's a monster. It looks like it has no emotions, and that slime did recognize Sven and the others as enemies.

Keep an eye on the bow. Shortly after a detailed aim, he releases an arrow.

An arrow that slaughtered the end of the phantom that ever appears wears the ground, causing the body of a broken slime to collapse at its feet. Don't miss the resulting gap and let the arrows go on.

The aim is not the slime itself, but at its feet.

distance from the slime as the man curled.

Gark roared. Rough breath. Slim eyes with glitzy warfare.

"It's a" force field ". This guy wrapped up some kind of force field... and that's why the magic doesn't work!

Eyes on the words. The body surface of the slime is constantly making noises and dissolving.

The space around it was distorted. The trace of "Arrow of Fire" - I thought it was due to the remnants of heat, but it's not.

"Force field... magic... barriers...?

It's one of the magicians' best used techniques.

Magic that you can't even call magic, which takes the form of magic and lets you go outside and develop barriers around your body.

Every energy - a testament to a first-rate demon mentor who prevents attacks, but because of his inefficiency, is not practical unless he is a demon mentor with extra immense magic.

In one way or another, it was known to be used by powerful demons, such as dragons, who were born with mighty magic, rather than by people's wizards and so on.

I can't think of a slime to use. However, assuming that presumption is correct, it would be extremely difficult to pass the attack through the slime in front of you.

Think of a new policy.

Give enough energy to go beyond the barrier or wait for its depletion.

"Fuck you, Klee... so get the arc..."

Ark's power as a solo rider is the strongest class. Maybe with that power, I could have forced myself to break through the defense.

But Sven is bigger and inferior to Ark if only by his aggression. If Sven would let me tell you, the Arcs are just too capable, but there's nothing I can do about complaining right now.

Should we buy time and try to break through with superior offensive magic?

But the power of attack magic is proportional to the skill of the operator. There are no attacking magic users who have now protruded on this occasion.

Sven party member Marietta is an excellent magician, but questions remain as to whether she can break through enough barriers to play Sven's arrows with ease.

And if that fails, Marietta will be unable to move due to excessive consumption of magic.

Not enough personnel. It would have been different if "Footprints" had included the most powerful Demon Instructor party, "Star Thunder (Starlight).

Or I must have let it matter if there was a 'thousand changes' that predicted everything.

I don't have enough of what I need as if I had tried. Klee's grin, pointing here at the 'Black Gold Cross', comes to mind, shaking her head off.

Talia, the alchemist, came running over. The hand holds a thin glass bottle.

"Mr. Sven. No more... let's use it"

Kill slime potion. This trump card.

Slime, who had stopped moving with arrow traction, is cursorily resuming action.

Magic barriers are powerful. But I'm never playing everything around me. If I do that, I won't even be able to walk.

The only thing the barrier plays is an attack with more than a certain amount of energy. Toxic fog, for example, cannot be prevented.

The creature with the barrier is generally not poisonous, so it doesn't make it a weakness, but this time it's another story.

"If you touch a drop, you should destroy yourself from there"

"Okay.... I'll do it"

Receive potions from Talia. It's a potion in a bottle for easy throwing.

If you're protecting yourself with a magic barrier, even if you hit it, you'll be bounced.

Both eyes of the slime are looking at Sven. Its gigantic body is compressed as if it were lying down.

Sven distorts his lips and smiles.

It's definitely a monster. It's a hell of a monster. But this guy doesn't see Sven and the others as enemies.

No, we're hostile, but what this guy's pointing this way is against his prey. At least I'm not on guard.

I'm not even sure if I'm intelligent. There's a gap that goes in there.

The slime as the flesh dissolved in various places bounced up as if stripping.

It was an incomparable rate until then. Sven laughs with his nose at the slime that at once fills the distance and hits him to cover up the sky.

"Don't be a jerk," "Thousands of changes" "

I was reading. It's called the "Black Gold Cross" and it's a first-rate party.

The party members, who were consolidating the left and right, take Talia and stay away as if they had read Sven's intentions.

Fast. Fast, for sure, but that's only compared to what I've been doing.

It is a speed that can easily be seen out compared to the phantoms that are always fighting.

It comes down as if the slime tries to crush it with its own. Sven bowed down and put the bottle he had on the ground at the same time as kicking the ground.

The Sven I had set as my goal disappears, and the limbs of the slime cut off the sky. At that time Sven was well out of slime drop range.

Slime lands badly on the ground.

Sven dropped it - on the slaughter slime agent.

Sven's ears certainly captured the tiny sound of the glass breaking.

The barrier is not invincible. There is also a gap in the "Safe Ring", which is famous for its strong bonding.

The movement of the slime receiving the slime killer stops for a moment.

"Death Neh......!

Talia, Marietta, Lyle, Brown Hair Hunter, and Gark stare at the motion.

And Sven retreated one step later and dodged sparingly the arm of the slime, which had stretched from side to side on the lid.

The slime starts to move without anything. It doesn't change where it melts, but the movement is much smoother than it was when it first appeared.

Talia, who provided the slime killer, knocks her lips out and collapses.

Sven stepped on the estate and shouted.

"... the shit. Awwwwwww! I knew it, slime jerk-off!

The screams echo in the dark at night.

I had predictions. Sven has a long relationship with Klee.

The creature in front of this eye clearly deviates from the category Slime. It is a subspecies of Wolf Knight, no matter how you look at it.

Lyle, who came up with the advice, said it with a blue look, as I recall now.

"Speaking of which, Klee... not the slime, but the slime-like one -"

"That man, come on! Precisely pass on the information! It's based on" Mourning Spirit (Stogri). "Eh! How many times are you gonna kill us!!

The slime crease comes with light footwork.

In front of the shocked by the fact of the shock, Sven avoids it by keeping himself low.

I don't know what happens then, but I'm pretty sure it won't turn out very well.

Tension makes me sweat cold. Hear the sound of damp objects slamming the ground on your back.

"Damn, what are we gonna do with this, Klee! Death!"

"But Klee wants half..."

"Damn it! I'll kill you! Do it yourself!!

The magic attack resumes, as if in panic, on Sven, who dodges cleverly with anger.

The slime motion stops at its impact and succeeds in taking a distance to the gap.

There was also advanced attack magic released over time inside, but all of it is off the charts.

I can't find the thread for the resolution.

What the hell was wrong with you, or even growing, the slime movement was slowly getting faster. Looks like we've moved the target from Sven, striking the surrounding hunters indiscriminately.

The hell of an annoying cry was embodied. Hunters desperately distance themselves from the slime that hits them.

There have been no unusual attacks or anything, but the drain on the Wizards is remarkable due to the continuous release of magic. It's hard to protect if the magic keeps running out and falling.

I think desperately as I restrain that movement with arrows, but only a few arrows remain.

"Mr. Sven, retreat..."

One of the hunters screams.

but there are still a few of them in the treasure palace, some of them left. If we retreat like this, the rest of us will be in danger. In the first place, you can't take this slime dressing up to town where it's retreated.

A hunter is blown with a shield using a slime attack.

I guess I had it originally with the intention of letting it go, it doesn't seem to have any damage and I get up right away.

Attack is not that high. But that defense is too hard.

Hands and feet. Head. Wherever you attack, whether it's on the front or the back, it plays. Closer to the counter than defense.

And if the attack can go through, can it be defeated...

At that time, Sven noticed that the slimy body in front of him was slightly smaller.

Flying slime figure. It is difficult to understand because the body is close to the amorphous, but the volume had certainly decreased enough to be seen and seen.

The body surface of the slime is liquefied and the smoke is raised all the time, but nothing remains on the ground.

It's as if it's evaporating.

Buy me some time... and I'll destroy myself, huh?

I moved around scattered, but the change in the size of the slime isn't that great. I can't even predict how long this will take to get to zero.

But now I want a little hope. This is a trial. There is a will to overcome the trials.

Klee is a bottomless man, but he doesn't slap a clan member into the face of a board he can't help.

If you said you could do half of it, that means that's what the man who read it all decided.

"Buy me some time! Look, it's getting smaller! Magic Master preserves his magic and strength! We'll take turns stopping on a party-by-party basis!

Everyone's expression changes to the words of Sven, who speaks up. Hope arises in despair.

Collect the flying arrows as they run around. The total number of hunters is close to a hundred, the motion of the slime now is random, but if you take turns to distract it, take the target and direct it, you might be able to buy time.

If it's a blow, there's nothing wrong with being attacked.

Sven and the others "Black Gold Cross" can all use healing magic. I can't heal my health, but I can heal my wounds.

I can handle it if there's nothing like getting my arms involved.

Not to mention this is Klee's trial. All the members of 'Footprints' will have plenty more supplies than usual.

Whatever you don't have a chance to win, you can do whatever you want.

At Sven's behest, calm returns to everyone's expression.

It was then. Slime Mojo changed his target from the bandit hunter he had been chasing.

Target is the two investigators who were furthest from the formation. The golden eye turns to the two of us who were trying to stand up and hide in the tree.

The slime drags the body and drives it. On the way, other hunters try to get in between them but they jump blind and move.

Approaching fast enough for the average person. Besides, investigators scream and rush out.

"You're stuck!

Sven breathed heavily, releasing an arrow.

An arrow flies in with a roar and wears a slimy foot. He releases arrows continuously blocking the direction of the slime movement that disintegrates him.

For the first time in a long time, my fingertips were slightly damaged. The arrows will be emptied in no time.

But even if we do that, we can only slow down the slime invasion a little.

The slime bounces a lot. Try to cover it up on the two investigators, as if they would even try to prey.

- Before that, a huge shadow stood up.

A giant body dressed in crimson armor interrupts the huge blade of Halvard in its right arm.

The flying slime mojo hits the belly of a giant blade in black and blue.

The arm that was holding Halvard trembles to shock. but that hand never lets go of the weapon.

"Huh!? Branch Manager!?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Deep scar engraved on cheek on tattoo placed in left half of head.

The man once called 'The Ghost of War' was laughing. then the armor rings and stands in front of the slime.

A slime creep slammed down on the ground slowly woke himself up and pointed his eyes at the guard.