Volume 1 The 22nd words of the sorrowful street (2/2)

The warrior does not have a sharp and terrifying knife like a hero. However, many of them lack parts or equipment, and they are slower than Bled.

If the control situation pulls it into one-on-one, it will only be a little troublesome in three strokes.

The magician's undead is almost outside the scope of the discussion. The use of their intellectuality is too rough.

It takes only time to sing the big magic, the aiming of the shooting magic is too crude, and now it is only a fluke hit by the high-speed movement under the full body enhancement.

Then, in accordance with the teachings of Muse, the non-killing system is restrained, the magic and assistance are hindered, and the action of the enemy group is controlled in order.

After pulling in one-on-one, you can use the combat skills trained by Bled to smash.

……This is the case, but the situation is extremely bad.

The question is defeated or defeated by hundreds of heroes.

After defeating 100 heroes, can you fight against the undead?

If you want to do such a group of 100 people, even if there is not much physical strength is not enough.

If you breathe out, the failure rate of the humming magic will increase, and the skill will become dull.

If ”do not do everything” can absorb vitality, it may be able to continue continue to be combated without tires, but, coincidentally, the other party is all undead who have no vitality.

What to do, while breaking the whole, while thinking about it.

【……Wait

The words of the undead do not stop the movements of the undead.

[I thought it was an accessory other than 3 people …However, more than expected. What is your name? ]

Undead smiled.

Looks like, very happy, look like.

「…………Will

Answer carefully.

Not good. It made him better, but it seems that he adjusted my evaluation upwards.

When I consider the possibility of being crushed more mercilessly,

[Yes, Will. ……Once again, do not you belong to me? ]

Such words lead to the ears.

[I like you.

Whether it is the outstanding combat ability or the spirituality that challenges me alone, I like it all.

In my undead army, I will welcome you as a general.]

What?

[Well, wait. You are afraid, misunderstood something.

Those 3 people, including you. Is not it necessary to give give everything to me without hesitation? ]

……That is, a little surprising word.

Judging from the consciousness of Bled and Mary, it is a miserable imagination to be seen by the words of the undead evil gods imprisoning the soul.

[If you choose to come with me, drive away the nasty death from your body.

Board the ship of the undead, and reach the country through the end of the sea, where there is no aging, no disease.]

As a result of the unexpected expansion, I was set aside, and said without a death.

[Sometimes because of my slogan, fight with the heroes of the Good God camp, and the heroes.

You will fight against the powerful enemy who is not good at dealing with the ancient heroes, saints, and sages, and rush on the battlefield.

Telling the tone of the ideal undead, without hesitation.

I am afraid, there is power that is believed to be such a power.

[A banquet will be held after the battle is over. Very noisy, very happy, after the injury, prepare for the next battle.

For the undead, as long as it is the highest undead person of a powerful soul, is there a feeling of joy, do you know it? ]

That, I know.

I live with three people, so I know.

[Will. You can, live with Ortas, Bled, Mary, and Hell.

There is no separate need. There is no need for grief.

If my camp dominates all of this dimension, it will turn into forever —

That is my purpose, not to say so.

[This world, too many tragedies.

Death is not beautiful, it is accompanied by pain and horror beyond imagination.

As long as you fall in love with someone, you will surely get the pain of the loved one, and the death of the parting in r eturn.

Heroes with power and noble saints are being murdered because of their power, because they are so clean, alienated, and so on.

– The god of death, Stagliton, used to be a member of the Good God camp, but because he could not bear all kinds of life and death tragedies, he stepped onto the god of another road.

– Don't die all kinds of excellent souls, and look forward to a world that will be be stagnant forever and without tragedy …·····.

Think of Mary's words.

She did, she said that.

[Not very unreasonable? There are too many tragedies in this world.

……I want to overthrow those, all.

I want to create, there is no threat of death, a gentle world forever]

The words of the undead are accompanied by love.

Probably, his words are not false.

「…………」

If it is true, such a world can be real real.

If so, if it is implemented …

[So, Will. Like the three people, I will make a contract with him.

Not dying, I do not know if I took out the wine glass and the short sword.

A silver cup with no luster, a simple short sword with no exaggeration.

However, those shrouded a strong god.

Pick up the glass, and above the cup, cut the wrist shallowly without death.

Oh, the black blood of the undead is accumulated in the glass.

【……Just drink my blood. In that case, you can identify with death]

Not dying, facing me, handed out the wine glass.

Drinking that blood will be a dead person, right?

I put the short gun on the ground, gently, and took it to the wine glass –

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Stepping out, suddenly the knife smashed the wrist off.

[——~~~!?]

From the black blade of ”Doing Everything”, the red grass and the thorny things fly out, wrapped in the wound of the undead.

Spilled power from the right hand holding the sword. Fatigue is eliminated, and the wounds are healed, and the vitality begins to emerge immediate.

……Is it true that that vitality will be restored? When thinking about this, the body of the trained body will slash again.

It is not the head that uses his momentary shake to attack, but the big torso of the target.

[Oh, yeah …! ]

Hit it.

It is a direct blow.

There is a real touch.

The crimson thorns entangle the torso's torso.

A

Can do it.

I am so convinced that I intend to give the final blow from the squat to the head.

「……!?」

The supporting leg was horrible and was dragged down by something.

The Adventurer's

The breath of not escaping.

Turn the line of sight. On the feet, it was wrapped in blood-stained snakes.

The snake – climbed out of the glass that fell over with the wrist of the undead.

Careful.

In such a place, he even laid down his men!

[Hey, hehe …Sage is good, you are good, really …Are people who can not care about it …]

Hear the voice of the undead.

Tightly, the snake curled up my feet with the terrible power that the body could not imagine.

Open your mouth and stare at me with a blind eye.

The serpent's fangs – dripping, not the blood of death.

Oh, the snake is called.

Undead responded to its cry.

NeitherLet's bite! ]

Along with that sentence, the snake swooped over my head.

The snake stalked the blocked arm, in the gap between the armor and the pain passed.

……Being able to turn the opponent into a non-dead person, the fangs of the blood of the gods, bite into it.

I walked all over the body from the abnormal cold in my arm.

Blurred vision.

Awareness is turbid.

The sense of balance became strange and the ground became distorted.

Yeah.

In the light of the horizon.

Obscurely seeing, the undead, set up weapons for me.

No, OK.

Obviously, I do not want to protect, yes, no, …………

—- The vision is slowly dimmed, and my consciousness disappears.