muscles, began to skyrocket.

Accompanied by the "crackling" sound of bone dislocation.

The already tall figure rose from the ground in an instant.

In an instant, he turned into a bull with broken horns, panting in the shattered armor.

I don't know what it is, and I don't know what the potion is for, but judging from its current performance, it should be the kind of item that "explodes the small universe at the cost of burning lives".

"It was the 'wine of eternal life'. Although it sounds like a very good existence in the literal sense, in fact, it is nothing more than drinking to quench your thirst. ”

Behind him, a glimmer of heaven explained with interest, and the handful of "Yichen" in his hand trembled slightly.

That is the high spirit of war, the moment when encountering a strong enemy, the chess opponent, the hero cherishes each other, and the spiritual blade unconsciously resonates.

It's a pity that Kazama raised his feathers, but he couldn't resonate at all.

At that moment, he finally understood the true meaning of the phrase "Goblins are stupid, but they are not stupid".

"Sure enough, even if it's a goblin, it's not easy to bully......"

Kazama raised his feathers and sighed like this.

There was a silvery white light, which flashed away.

Sharp silver blades, quickly shooting in front of the Goblin Slayer.

But the other party was still motionless.

His red eyes were just staring straight ahead.

"Wow!"

With a scream, the silver blade erupted into dazzling sparks.

In the electric light and stone fire, he was fiercely blocked back.

There was no blood, no wounds, only a shallow mark on the hard armor, to put it mildly.

It was as if it was not a sharp blade, but a nail clipper, or maybe it was the nail itself.

Sure enough, this level of armor should be done with that guy's "Yichen".

Thinking like this, behind me, there was a sudden warning abrupt.

Sideways, Kazama hurriedly dodged away.

Only a strand of silver hair remained, fluttering in the sharp wind.

The black blade, just like that, "buzzed" and trembled, stuck upside down on the ground.

The sharp blade glows with cyan.

"Hey, hey! Are you trying to kill me?! ”

Turning around suddenly, Kazama looked angrily at the glimmer of heaven behind him.

But in response to him, they looked at each other and were affectionate.

These two guys......

Gritting his teeth, he glared at the line of heaven and Nana who showed off his affection casually, Kazama raised his feathers and turned around hatefully.

As if he wanted to vent all his anger on the goblin slayer in front of him.

"Although it is said that you need to use a knife to kill a cow, it is ...... No way! It's too much of a knife or something, and you're going to do it. ”

A handful of "Yichen" was catched, and the cold breath suddenly came from the palm of his hand.

It was as if the wind of Mobei, in an instant, invaded the wind and raised feathers around the body.

It was the real killing intent, and after years of precipitation, it became one with the blade.

"First of all, this knife is much sharper than the toy I use for manicures."

Threat? Warn?

Kazama Rises, I don't know.

He just wanted to end the fight quickly.

But the other party obviously has no such intentions.

"No matter how sharp a knife is, it can only cut through my flesh. But even if my body is cut open, my soul will stand on this battlefield, and even if my soul is destroyed, my spirit will be sung among the goblins of future generations! ”

There was a fire, rising from the red eyes.

The Goblin Slayer gripped the hilt of his sword, blood flushing through his chest.

"So, let it be!"

In the air, there was the terrible sound of breathing.

It was a creepy sound, like a tattered bellows, forcibly pulled.

And it was this tattered bellows that drove a huge, infuriating, behemoth.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently.

The huge figure, like a bull, rushed in front of Kazama Yangyu.

The tattered broken sword tore a dull whistling through the air and stabbed straight into Kazama's throat.

In a flash, he quickly jumped backwards, and Kazama's face suddenly showed an exaggerated expression.

"Hey, don't be so excited, I'll be very sad if you die suddenly of a heart attack before you fight me."

However, there was no answer, only a storm-like offensive, in that swaggering golden light, surging madly.

"Boom!"

"Hey! Don't look at me with that skeptical gaze, I'm telling the truth, at least hold it for a second, and I'll grieve for you for a second. ”

As if to deliberately provoke the other party, Kazama raised his feather and chattered.

And the other party, as he expected, became more and more angry.

If the original Goblin Slayer was only crazy in appearance, now he has turned the last shred of his sanity into murderous intent.

It's like a shark that smells blood, desperately biting at the enemy in front of it.

Whether it is effective, ineffective, injured or self-harmed, as long as it is an attack, as long as it can tear apart the smiling guy in front of him, the goblin killer will not hesitate to attack.

Because, at this moment, he has long been fearless.

By the time he ignited his life, he had lost everything.

And he who loses everything has nothing to fear.

What's more, these days, it's just a game.

There have always been a lot of incredible things about games, and one of them is that everyone in the game can live like a comic.

Well, specifically, it should be hot-blooded.

It is the world of the brave, there is no need to bow and greet and there is no need to be humble and wrong, those who clench their fists can move forward with their heads held high.

When standing, it is a dignified battle of wits and courage, and when it is a shot, it is a battle of life and death. Whether it's magic or sword, as long as you have enough wisdom and force, the victory is yours.

No one will use your status and status to trample you underfoot, and you don't need to be afraid to squeak because you care about your family and relatives. When you are angry, you roar and you are indomitable, and no one can control you until the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark, and no one can control you.

Because everything here speaks of freedom, there is no ethical shackles or legal shackles, only the purest emotions govern everything.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the goblin killer turned into a bull suddenly began to rage.

The anxiety of the long-term battle, coupled with the passing life, made him finally choose to gamble.

The ground began to tremble, and the high platform made of gold suddenly began to melt.

It's like a piece of golden magma, slowly spreading.

Little by little, they came from all directions, not towards the crowd in the middle, nor towards Kazama, but towards ...... Goblin Slayer itself.

He's in hyperevolution...... Probably.

I want to wrap myself up as a golden giant, and then bloom the last light of my life in a piece of golden light.

It's a pity that the light is too dazzling, dazzling enough to wake up a sleeping Lori.

And so, the light disappeared.

Not even a bleak time.

As if it never existed.

Valrhona, smashing her mouth with a look of intoxication.

"Uh-huh! This little golden figure tastes pretty good, is there anything else? ”

The words were addressed to Kazama Hiroha.

Although it was difficult to accept the other party's definition of "small", Kazama still wordlessly pointed to the remaining half of the Golden Theater.

As a dessert after a lunch break, the "Golden Chocolate" would probably be a good choice for dragons.

Everyone stared blankly at Valrhona, who rushed over and happily began to gnaw on the gold, and for a moment, she had not even recovered from the unexpected death of the Goblin Slayer.

But Kazama had already let go of the black blade in his hand, and threw it back as the other party had treated him just now.

"Help save someone."

said with a chuckle, and behind him, there was a glimmer of angry scolding.

Kazama raised his feathers and walked straight to a sleeping girl.

The cold shackles shattered under the power of the mind.

Leaning over, Kazama gently brushed the hair from the girl's face.

Her shirt was slightly open, stained with dried blood, and with it, a small sharp fingertip.

Obviously, it was a goblin who didn't know how to control himself accidentally touched the girl's clothes, and then was accidentally seen by the goblin killer, so the snow bright knife light also accidentally fell on the goblin's finger......

The plot is probably like this, and it's easy to judge by profiling, but Kazama is not sure if he guessed right.

The only thing that was certain was that he was now putting his hand on the hem of the other's shirt, trying to fasten the unbuttoned button, so that when the girl woke up, she would not be sad or panicked by a button and a severed finger on her dress.

The relationship between all the participating teams is very delicate, although they are competitors to each other, but in the same way, they need to help each other and overcome difficulties together. After all, no one knows what they will encounter in the future, and it is better to have one more enemy than one less companion.

Kazama Hiroha judged this, and his fingertips began to touch the girl's soft skin, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was a hazy gaze, with a bewilderment and confusion.

Then it quickly turned to anger and panic.

"Smack!" There was a sound of skin contact.

That was the first time Kazama knew that a girl's hands could be so soft, so soft that they clinged to her skin without any gaps.

But after that, the soft palm slammed down.

So in that moment of intimate contact, Kazama Akiha's face inevitably left a pink mark.

Although it looks very artistic, it is also easy to arouse people's imagination.

If the protagonist is replaced by Hull, Kazama may be happy.

But the problem now is that the other party is clearly not.

The sulking girl wasn't even in the mood to hit him, just secretly hiding in some invisible corner to monitor his every move.

Thinking of this, Kazama smacked his lips helplessly, and stepped back apologetically in the angry gaze of the strange girl.

There is no explanation, and there is no need for explanation.

Deliberately explaining something after it has been misunderstood, more often than not, it will only be regarded as quibble.

Clever people will understand it themselves, and stupid people, Kazama Hiroha doesn't care about the other party's opinion at all.

But the question is...... He doesn't care, but someone does.

"Smack!"

There was another crisp sound.

Kazama subconsciously rubbed his cheeks, but the moment he raised his head, he was stunned.

A familiar figure was inserted between him and the girl just now, and the green palm still maintained a fanning posture.

The blonde girl didn't look back, only a cold voice with a queenly majesty.

"The only one who can beat him is Princess Ben, and I hope everyone will remember that."