"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

sound, gradually approaching.

Kazama's muscles gradually tightened.

Silver eyes, staring at the front of him, staring at the rock wall that finally slowly rippled.

Tall.

Burly.

It's pitch black.

Icy cold.

Also, emitting, foul-smelling......

The figure, no, the suit of armor, slowly emerged from the rock wall.

With a faint glow of fire.

It was from the torch in his hand, and it was held tightly in his hand.

It's like holding his own life.

On his left arm, there was a small scarred shield, which was thick but had long been broken.

Slightly dirty helmets, armor and chain mail are pieced together without any gaps, as if they were specially made by the best craftsmen.

It's just that at this moment, this set of armor, which originally looked good, has also been dyed black and red by dried blood.

What's even worse is that the half-length broken sword in his hand, although the workmanship is rough and looks very cheap, but in the chilling light, there is a murderous aura that must be sharp.

It was as if thousands of dead souls were haunting it, and even the snow-white brains stained on it could not hide this sharpness.

Armor, shields, daggers, torches...... It seems simple, but it is seamless and seamless.

It seems that the sword is born for him, and the shield is for him, and the armor is his immortal barrier, protecting him through the sword and sword, conspiracy and conspiracy.

Who is this person?

In other words, what is this existence?

Is it the enemy? Is it a friend?

Not sure, not even human or non-human.

There are only lingering doubts, like the light and shadow in front of you, blurry and weird.

Armor, gradually approaching.

It's so sharp, but it doesn't have a trace of killing intent.

Unknown monsters, more dangerous than goblins.

The dress, temperament, and manners are all too abnormal, and from this point on, the tall and somewhat terrifying body has unexpectedly become a little cute.

"That...... Pls are you ......"

Although I feel that I should not speak, although I feel that it is better to be calm and improvisation at this time.

But when the black body stood straight in front of him, Kazama still spoke.

Between attack and communication, he chose communication.

After all, most fights are the result of poor communication.

The so-called soldiers, winning without a fight, is the best policy.

However, there was no answer.

Only the cold sword, raised like lightning.

Then, scratch it off.

At that moment, there was a storm-like killing intent, leaning out.

In the grid of the visor, a flame-like light shines.

It was a vengeful determination, and a persistent fanaticism.

"Poof!"

"Zizi...... Zizi Zi ......"

For a moment, blood splattered, and lightning swept through.

The sharp tip of the sword cut through the fragile Adam's apple with unmistakable accuracy, and the purple electric light also burrowed into the tight armor in the galloping roar.

"Big brother!"

In the midst of the exclamation, Kazama's figure froze suddenly.

Immediately, it quickly became illusory.

In an instant, it turned into an afterimage and slowly dissipated.

"Whew—I'm fine......"

Behind the group, Kazama slowly straightened up, gasping for breath.

The silver eyes were full of guilt and surprise.

"Although some people use electroshock therapy to improve Internet addiction, sure enough, this kind of thing can never stop the charm of MMOARPG."

The tone of exclamation made people scratch their heads.

The monster, the existence that could not be judged to be human, finally spoke.

Successfully proved his identity.

Although, a little late.

"Uh...... You...... It's okay......"

Kazama raised his feathers and quickly squeezed in front of everyone.

Stretching out his hand, he was full of apologies, embarrassment, and, after a false alarm, relaxed.

"Don't worry, goblin shamans often use some magic, so I will still wear a little bit of basic anti-magic soft armor."

The man, speaking lightly, got up and effortlessly pulled the sword in his hand from the head of the goblin under his feet.

"Also, goblins are stupid, but they're not stupid, and as long as they have a breath, they may fight back, so be careful."

It was a young man's voice, with a low voice that didn't match the timbre.

"Excuse me, are you ......?"

It's a companion.

It should be a companion.

However, it is definitely not a contestant together.

That's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of.

Because that young man's body exudes an aura that is out of step with the times.

It seems to come from ancient times when cold weapons were used, relying on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand and that kind of blood, killing gods and killing Buddhas.

"Goblin Slayer."

Boy, answer so.

I couldn't see the expression, I couldn't hear the tone, just like the noun he spoke, indifferent.

Killers, the existence of killing for a living, the existence of killing as the meaning of existence, such as "weird killer", "vampire hunter", "dragon slayer" and so on, although the names are different, but the essence is that they are all killers, killing one thing, until death.

For justice, for glory, or, for ...... Huge payouts.

But the guy in front of him actually said that he was ...... Goblin Slayer?

Killers who hunt down weak goblins that can be crushed in one blow......

If it were normal, Feng Yangyu would definitely laugh out loud when he heard this name.

Now, however, he didn't smile at all.

The disgusting scene just now is still vivid.

Although they are weak, when there are enough of them and the conspiracy is treacherous, even the dragons will fall in front of them.

Kazama gently took Valrhona and looked at her purple lips with pity.

Has the toxin spread?

"Don't worry, the goblin poison is just a casual blend of feces and poisonous weeds, and it's not fatal to dragons."

The moment he turned away, the Goblin Slayer gave a quick glance.

Kazama was stunned for a moment, carefully feeling the still long breath, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, this is the first time I have seen such a weak dragon."

The dull sound of footsteps sounded again.

The tall armor slowly left with a screeching crash.

Without looking, he slammed into the rock wall on one side.

"Why do I think this guy's armor should have been gone without care for three months?"

When the other party turned around, Kaede on the side complained in Kazama's ear in a very low voice.

"No, I think it's five months."

Kazama moved his lips, but he didn't make any sound, and he really had to be cautious about talking about it in front of others.

Statistically speaking, though, there are always a few bad things that show your feet even if you're careful.

"Half a year and four days, to be exact."

The figure in front of him replied solemnly.

Kazama was slightly stunned, although he was curious how he found out, but the key now was that he should show an apologetic expression.

But when this apology appeared on his face, it had already turned into embarrassment.

"Aha...... Sure enough, it is a big thing to be informal, and the predecessors are wearing stars and moons all the way, and they are stubborn, and they are really hard, and they are really hard, armor or something, if you don't mind, let me help you take care of it next time. ”

Before Kazama could speak, Kaede took the lead with his distinctive laughter and language.

Although it seems that the words are coherent and witty, there are always one or two words that are a little inappropriate. But these things, Kazama Shoha can't control anymore.

After all, while they were whispering, the figure of the Goblin Slayer had disappeared into the layers of ripples.

"Thank you, but I love the way it is."

The dull footsteps gradually faded away, and everyone quickly glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

But at that moment, in Kazama's mind, there was a sudden sound of "la-la-la" pages.

It was a book that he had inadvertently devoured, and before he knew it, it had turned into nutritious knowledge.

At that moment, he understood the meaning of that title, and understood the hidden meaning behind this boy named "Goblin Slayer".

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The raging wind washed the rock walls of the cave fiercely.

There is a raging flame, which rings fiercely on the torch, stubbornly releasing light.

In the darkness, it is especially glaring.

And even more dazzling than this light is the splash of blood.

It's like a fountain in the middle of the road, surging all the way.

It's a pity that Kazama doesn't like this kind of welcome, it's not so much warm as it is tragic enough.

Brains splattered, severed limbs flew sideways.

The sharp roar came to an abrupt end in the symphony of gold and iron.

The thin body fell weakly.

Whether it is a frontal charge or a sneak attack by hiding in the shadows, in the end, the result is just a knife and a life.

There were bloody eyeballs, rolled to the ground, and were crushed by a kick.

"It's coming soon, but before that, I want you to accompany me on a long detour."

A deep voice, not a pleading, but an announcement.

The heavy armor paused slightly, tilting its head.

In his hand, there was a slight "click" sound.

The goblin, whose neck was twisted, stuck out his tongue and collapsed to the ground.

Yumu hugged Kaede's arm like a sloth holding a branch, his eyes tightly closed, eager to stick his whole body to the other party.

"Let it go...... It's too tight...... Ay! Big brother, wait a minute! ”

However, no one waited, only the accelerated killing, which sounded in a wail.

The black shadow flickered, and the cold light rose and fell.

Corpses leaned out of the seemingly thick rock face.

Then, fall straight to the ground.

The expression of amazement, as if at the last moment of his life, did not discover the truth of his death.

Just stared at those terrifying eyes, looking straight at everyone.

Slaughter, forward.

Slaughter, forward.

It was as if an endless cycle of reincarnation was staged in that faint firelight.

Once, twice, ten, hundred......

No stagnation, no mercy.

Only, unstoppable.

Stepping on blood, stepping on corpses, just as leading, leads to Shura Hell.

The cave, getting deeper, darker, and deeper.

In the turbid air, there is a faint sour smell, which gradually hits.

And the bloody figure finally stopped.

Rotten splinters of wood with rusty buckles.

Goblin Slayer, standing silently in front of a ruined gate.

Then, kick away without hesitation.

"Be prepared, there will be some discomfort."

Goblin Slayer, said lightly.