Chapter 433: Don't be discouraged.
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Like the store in the port town of Magna, if you will.
Phew...
Demonic interests diverted from adventurers like the people attracted to it, like the scent that stimulated my forefingers and wouldn't stop.
At the end of their gaze, there is an old gentleman in a swallow tail suit who does not hesitate on this occasion.
The demons couldn't even understand the fine dust when they were about a few breaths away from claiming the adventurer, but why they stopped moving and their bodies turned toward their old bodies.
Marco is not exasperating or intimidating.
He was just walking quietly and playing a solemn sound at the bottom of his leather shoes.
"- Kah, kah, kah, kah."
A noise rang from the demon's mouth.
"It's a rare squeal. When a bird sucking on sap drilled a hole in a tree, I felt it raise a similar sound"
Calm and subdued pale voice tone.
Shortly after Marco's voice, two demons crawled down the floor, and the ceiling, packing the distance.
Katakata Katakata - -.
At the same time, the sound of breaking iron rings.
All sounds heard when demons crawl. The shaken sickles of both arms, the swinging down motion, are also an unseen velocity for adventurers.
Only the reflected blue and white light delays slightly to inform the orbit.
It is natural to imagine that the life of an old gentleman will be lost.
Because the adventurers leaked their sad voices into the evidence and closed their eyes.
But only floating.
with the seemingly chilling lack of emotion.
"You just needed armor."
Marco laughed invincibly and said:
In addition to the sword that prevented the sickle, he wore the armor that made the Living Armor Era . Soon, while the adventurers are unaware.
"What a rare power... so much so that their Wyburn can't beat them to become a bunch"
"Cuckoo... Cuckoo!
Another one approaching from behind at a rate that's not even in your eyes.
"I can also think of pinching enemies. At least, it proves to be a thought-provoking demon."
However, it is for the adventurers that the speed is not even in their eyes. Or Majorica was staring, too, but when you deal with Marco, it's not the story.
While he's already turned his back on the damned demon, he's not in a hurry.
"But"
And blink once.
Though the time it took for the demon to mow Marco's neck with a sickle was to that extent.
"Unfortunately, the bottom is known"
There's no mercy from the beginning, but there's no reason to keep him alive anymore.
I assumed there was nothing more to gain, Marco.
From the neck of the demon, which was approaching from behind, the top was amputated without a foretaste.
A metal sound that pierced the cobblestone, echoed almost simultaneously.
The one who dropped the demon's neck was the big black sword that appeared unexpectedly.
Ein remembers the sword. That should also be because, in the battle against Marco when he demonized it, it was nothing more than the great sword that Marco used.
That was created by skill.
Marco evolved into a species called Demon, but he can use the power of the Living Armor Age.
Needless to say, the sharpness of that great sword.
All of a sudden, it emerged from the universe. That must have been the target of the demon's neck.
"Huh."
In front of Marco, the rest of us, who were poking at the sickle, distance ourselves without turning a blind eye.
Pulling back like a beast offers a glimpse of weakness that I don't think was on the predator's side until earlier.
Marco looked back at Ain.
"Mmm."
"I'm in awe," Marco says small, looking at Ain, who nodded back at his intentions.
The appearance of a demon falling back even while doing this.
There is no longer momentum, just shake up both sickles to intimidate you. Still, I peek into the gaps and sharpen my spirit so that I can rip Marco apart at any time.
But I never see a gap.
Slowly, Marco, approaching to refrain from doing so with a well-known courtier, found no gaps, either, in the fine dust.
Con, the tip of the tail marks the end of the big room.
When? Why are you running so far?
Even in my battle with dozens of adventurers, I never felt any strangeness so far.
You said it was a little creature in front of you.
Even though my body is small, and I don't care what you think, it's someone I'm not afraid of.
Why, why am I just falling back?
I don't have a human self.
There are only understandings and ideas based on instinctive habits, as demons.
That is why, unnecessarily, there is no understanding attached to this situation.
It is therefore time to end up with a survival instinct.
If there's no place left to back off, there's one thing you can do.
To cleave a quietly approaching dwarf being and raise the ambition of victory. I understood that there was only one way left.
"Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
He opened his mouth wide, exposing fangs that emitted dull light reminiscent of steel.
This time, not just the upper body, but also the tip of the lower body of the nasty figure towards Marco. He was attacked with a whole body of spirits in an attempt to tangle several legs.
But it doesn't go through.
"The crust is a tribute to my Lord."
The sword flash of divine speed dances.
"The Great Sickle is dedicated to my Lord"
One, one and a mutilated body.
As time goes by, power is lost from all over your body, and your vision is covered in pitch black even though you are not sleepy.
The last thing the demon saw...
"The Demon Stone will feed my Lord."
A sword pierced his forehead, and Marco's sharp eyes pierced him.
Marco's behavior never tries to be alarmed until the lights of his opponent's life go out, even after a unilateral battle.
I just realized I can't move anymore, and his sword can fit in my sheath.
After a light noise, the demon's body lay powerless.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Like the store in the port town of Magna, if you will.
Phew...
Demonic interests diverted from adventurers like the people attracted to it, like the scent that stimulated my forefingers and wouldn't stop.
At the end of their gaze, there is an old gentleman in a swallow tail suit who does not hesitate on this occasion.
The demons couldn't even understand the fine dust when they were about a few breaths away from claiming the adventurer, but why they stopped moving and their bodies turned toward their old bodies.
Marco is not exasperating or intimidating.
He was just walking quietly and playing a solemn sound at the bottom of his leather shoes.
"- Kah, kah, kah, kah."
A noise rang from the demon's mouth.
"It's a rare squeal. When a bird sucking on sap drilled a hole in a tree, I felt it raise a similar sound"
Calm and subdued pale voice tone.
Shortly after Marco's voice, two demons crawled down the floor, and the ceiling, packing the distance.
Katakata Katakata - -.
At the same time, the sound of breaking iron rings.
All sounds heard when demons crawl. The shaken sickles of both arms, the swinging down motion, are also an unseen velocity for adventurers.
Only the reflected blue and white light delays slightly to inform the orbit.
It is natural to imagine that the life of an old gentleman will be lost.
Because the adventurers leaked their sad voices into the evidence and closed their eyes.
But only floating.
with the seemingly chilling lack of emotion.
"You just needed armor."
Marco laughed invincibly and said:
In addition to the sword that prevented the sickle, he wore the armor that made the Living Armor Era . Soon, while the adventurers are unaware.
"What a rare power... so much so that their Wyburn can't beat them to become a bunch"
"Cuckoo... Cuckoo!
Another one approaching from behind at a rate that's not even in your eyes.
"I can also think of pinching enemies. At least, it proves to be a thought-provoking demon."
However, it is for the adventurers that the speed is not even in their eyes. Or Majorica was staring, too, but when you deal with Marco, it's not the story.
While he's already turned his back on the damned demon, he's not in a hurry.
"But"
And blink once.
Though the time it took for the demon to mow Marco's neck with a sickle was to that extent.
"Unfortunately, the bottom is known"
There's no mercy from the beginning, but there's no reason to keep him alive anymore.
I assumed there was nothing more to gain, Marco.
From the neck of the demon, which was approaching from behind, the top was amputated without a foretaste.
A metal sound that pierced the cobblestone, echoed almost simultaneously.
The one who dropped the demon's neck was the big black sword that appeared unexpectedly.
Ein remembers the sword. That should also be because, in the battle against Marco when he demonized it, it was nothing more than the great sword that Marco used.
That was created by skill.
Marco evolved into a species called Demon, but he can use the power of the Living Armor Age.
Needless to say, the sharpness of that great sword.
All of a sudden, it emerged from the universe. That must have been the target of the demon's neck.
"Huh."
In front of Marco, the rest of us, who were poking at the sickle, distance ourselves without turning a blind eye.
Pulling back like a beast offers a glimpse of weakness that I don't think was on the predator's side until earlier.
Marco looked back at Ain.
"Mmm."
"I'm in awe," Marco says small, looking at Ain, who nodded back at his intentions.
The appearance of a demon falling back even while doing this.
There is no longer momentum, just shake up both sickles to intimidate you. Still, I peek into the gaps and sharpen my spirit so that I can rip Marco apart at any time.
But I never see a gap.
Slowly, Marco, approaching to refrain from doing so with a well-known courtier, found no gaps, either, in the fine dust.
Con, the tip of the tail marks the end of the big room.
When? Why are you running so far?
Even in my battle with dozens of adventurers, I never felt any strangeness so far.
You said it was a little creature in front of you.
Even though my body is small, and I don't care what you think, it's someone I'm not afraid of.
Why, why am I just falling back?
I don't have a human self.
There are only understandings and ideas based on instinctive habits, as demons.
That is why, unnecessarily, there is no understanding attached to this situation.
It is therefore time to end up with a survival instinct.
If there's no place left to back off, there's one thing you can do.
To cleave a quietly approaching dwarf being and raise the ambition of victory. I understood that there was only one way left.
"Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
He opened his mouth wide, exposing fangs that emitted dull light reminiscent of steel.
This time, not just the upper body, but also the tip of the lower body of the nasty figure towards Marco. He was attacked with a whole body of spirits in an attempt to tangle several legs.
But it doesn't go through.
"The crust is a tribute to my Lord."
The sword flash of divine speed dances.
"The Great Sickle is dedicated to my Lord"
One, one and a mutilated body.
As time goes by, power is lost from all over your body, and your vision is covered in pitch black even though you are not sleepy.
The last thing the demon saw...
"The Demon Stone will feed my Lord."
A sword pierced his forehead, and Marco's sharp eyes pierced him.
Marco's behavior never tries to be alarmed until the lights of his opponent's life go out, even after a unilateral battle.
I just realized I can't move anymore, and his sword can fit in my sheath.
After a light noise, the demon's body lay powerless.
Like the store in the port town of Magna, if you will.Phew...Demonic interests diverted from adventurers like the people attracted to it, like the scent that stimulated my forefingers and wouldn't stop.At the end of their gaze, there is an old gentleman in a swallow tail suit who does not hesitate on this occasion.The demons couldn't even understand the fine dust when they were about a few breaths away from claiming the adventurer, but why they stopped moving and their bodies turned toward their old bodies.Marco is not exasperating or intimidating.He was just walking quietly and playing a solemn sound at the bottom of his leather shoes."- Kah, kah, kah, kah."A noise rang from the demon's mouth."It's a rare squeal. When a bird sucking on sap drilled a hole in a tree, I felt it raise a similar sound"Calm and subdued pale voice tone.Shortly after Marco's voice, two demons crawled down the floor, and the ceiling, packing the distance.Katakata Katakata - -.At the same time, the sound of breaking iron rings.All sounds heard when demons crawl. The shaken sickles of both arms, the swinging down motion, are also an unseen velocity for adventurers.Only the reflected blue and white light delays slightly to inform the orbit.It is natural to imagine that the life of an old gentleman will be lost.Because the adventurers leaked their sad voices into the evidence and closed their eyes.But only floating.with the seemingly chilling lack of emotion."You just needed armor."Marco laughed invincibly and said:In addition to the sword that prevented the sickle, he wore the armor that made the Living Armor Era . Soon, while the adventurers are unaware."What a rare power... so much so that their Wyburn can't beat them to become a bunch""Cuckoo... Cuckoo! Another one approaching from behind at a rate that's not even in your eyes."I can also think of pinching enemies. At least, it proves to be a thought-provoking demon."However, it is for the adventurers that the speed is not even in their eyes. Or Majorica was staring, too, but when you deal with Marco, it's not the story.While he's already turned his back on the damned demon, he's not in a hurry."But"And blink once.Though the time it took for the demon to mow Marco's neck with a sickle was to that extent."Unfortunately, the bottom is known"There's no mercy from the beginning, but there's no reason to keep him alive anymore.I assumed there was nothing more to gain, Marco.From the neck of the demon, which was approaching from behind, the top was amputated without a foretaste.A metal sound that pierced the cobblestone, echoed almost simultaneously.The one who dropped the demon's neck was the big black sword that appeared unexpectedly.Ein remembers the sword. That should also be because, in the battle against Marco when he demonized it, it was nothing more than the great sword that Marco used.That was created by skill.Marco evolved into a species called Demon, but he can use the power of the Living Armor Age.Needless to say, the sharpness of that great sword.All of a sudden, it emerged from the universe. That must have been the target of the demon's neck."Huh."In front of Marco, the rest of us, who were poking at the sickle, distance ourselves without turning a blind eye.Pulling back like a beast offers a glimpse of weakness that I don't think was on the predator's side until earlier.Marco looked back at Ain."Mmm.""I'm in awe," Marco says small, looking at Ain, who nodded back at his intentions.The appearance of a demon falling back even while doing this.There is no longer momentum, just shake up both sickles to intimidate you. Still, I peek into the gaps and sharpen my spirit so that I can rip Marco apart at any time.But I never see a gap.Slowly, Marco, approaching to refrain from doing so with a well-known courtier, found no gaps, either, in the fine dust.Con, the tip of the tail marks the end of the big room.When? Why are you running so far?Even in my battle with dozens of adventurers, I never felt any strangeness so far.You said it was a little creature in front of you.Even though my body is small, and I don't care what you think, it's someone I'm not afraid of.Why, why am I just falling back?I don't have a human self.There are only understandings and ideas based on instinctive habits, as demons.That is why, unnecessarily, there is no understanding attached to this situation.It is therefore time to end up with a survival instinct.If there's no place left to back off, there's one thing you can do.To cleave a quietly approaching dwarf being and raise the ambition of victory. I understood that there was only one way left."Kaaaaaaaaaaaa! He opened his mouth wide, exposing fangs that emitted dull light reminiscent of steel.This time, not just the upper body, but also the tip of the lower body of the nasty figure towards Marco. He was attacked with a whole body of spirits in an attempt to tangle several legs.But it doesn't go through."The crust is a tribute to my Lord."The sword flash of divine speed dances."The Great Sickle is dedicated to my Lord"One, one and a mutilated body.As time goes by, power is lost from all over your body, and your vision is covered in pitch black even though you are not sleepy.The last thing the demon saw..."The Demon Stone will feed my Lord."A sword pierced his forehead, and Marco's sharp eyes pierced him.Marco's behavior never tries to be alarmed until the lights of his opponent's life go out, even after a unilateral battle.I just realized I can't move anymore, and his sword can fit in my sheath.After a light noise, the demon's body lay powerless.
