Chapter 4.01　



"Whoa!　It's a little bit too fast!
　Kanami, who had been chasing the giant dog-wolf, Gumon, lost his balance and waved his hands around in a swimming gesture. The great hollow deep underground was washed out enough to wet the soles of his shoes due to the terraced channels.
　Without pretending to be such a companion, Gumon casually climbed up the steps with the grace of a four-legged walker.
　This seems to be a legitimate cave.
　According to what Huadiao told me, there are hundreds of limestone caves of various sizes in this mountain, and dozens of caves for humans to pass through. Krusty wondered if these weren't large-scale dungeons, but rather countless instanced dungeons that had taken root in that way as a result of the Catastrophe.
　The magic light that floats in the air was summoned by Kanami from the Lamp Scroll. Originally a non-combat magic for magic professions, but low-level useful magic is often offered in consumption-type magic items that anyone can use. They don't cost much, so seasoned adventurers often have them stored in their luggage.

　The damp cave was still dark, albeit illuminated, but Kanami didn't seem to mind it at all. She is a "martial artist" (monk) dressed in light equipment that has a small area, and moves lightly, fluttering and fluttering through the dimness. They are like restless children peering here and there into the gloom and branching paths, exploring the route, and usually satisfying their curiosity.

　Krusty watched such a scene without any particular comment.
　It wasn't something he had a vested interest in, and if he was willing to pay for the dew, that was fine.
　The only thing I could think about the situation was, "Looks like the ruckus has started. It was a familiar feeling, one that had been a part of Krusty's life on a daily basis.
　As a child, he had thought of himself as a small boat in a sea of storms.
　The unreasonable that he couldn't resist was the outside world for Konoike Haruaki (Krusty).
　When he was old enough to attend school, he learned the word "checkered". The word "checkered" is said to mean a great wave. Manjo means very high or deep. He tucked that word, the recurring big wave, into a special place in his mind with a certain boyish reckless eccentricity. The world, which had been a sea of storms, became a challenge for him to overcome when he secretly proclaimed, "It's good for surfing.
　By the time he reached junior high school, he could dance dexterously on the waves of trouble, and by high school, he even found most of his troubles uninspiring.
　--Prodigal (Rubi: Bohemian).
　That's what he's been told by his relatives.
　Of course, in his own perception, that wasn't true. He had never squandered the family's wealth, nor did he intend to live life as he pleased without doing what he was supposed to do.
　Rather, by his own admission, he had taken care of his relatives. As a concubine, he himself was easily disregarded, and Konoike was a prestigious family with relatives all over Japan. There is nothing more outrageous than a rich man from a prominent family living in a rural area. Moreover, when moneylenders are the main business, the extent of their influence is unimaginable. Konoike Haruaki (Krusty) was a young man with a good head on his shoulders, so he was not reluctant to stay out of their way so as not to bother them.
　However, that was his own thing and not the trouble. The vicissitudes, that is, the various disturbances that came rushing in, were not caused by him. It is, so to speak, an irresistible force. That's why he enjoyed it.
(Well, I won't say that he never got in on it himself.)
　The same was true of his duel with Elias.
　I'm not crazy enough to hit him myself, but I'll enjoy going along with him if he cuts me down. No, I even think it's a loss if I don't enjoy being cut down.
　To Krusty, this commotion is also an outgrowth of the world. Of course, this is true of all the turmoil that followed the Catastrophe. I'm not going to be an active participant, but I'm going to savor every dish (battle) that comes my way.

　With that in mind, Krusty looked at Kanami clambering up the cliff ahead of him.
　Krusty has no taste for sticking to wet rocks, so Krusty walks down the sloping pathway that leads to the right. Then Kanami, who sounded flustered, ran after him and started walking again, leading Krusty along.
'Do you like to lead?'
Yeah!

　Why?
　That's a ↑Monthly question.
　→ Isn't there no reason to like it?
　　↑ There may be.
　　→ But I'm not particularly interested enough to ask.
　→Have you always liked it?
　　→ Probably the correct answer.
　　→He was the first to appear at the hunting ground meeting with D.D.
　　　→However, she was asleep during the meeting (my guess).
　　　　→The woman who snores in voice chat.
　　→ Responsibilities as a tea party leader
　　　↑Could it be rather the opposite?

Were you a tea party leader because you like to lead?
　When I asked Krusty a question that occurred to him, his response to Krusty was, "Yes, I do! That was the reason. It's an impossible reason to think in common sense. I've never heard of any guild hosting a community for the sole reason of wanting to be at the front of the pack when walking in a group.
　But that was also a satisfactory response. Since he was an insane person, there was no way he had a common sense inside.
　Humming and walking ahead, Kanami turned around in a good mood and said, "What's going on over there? He asked. He was probably bored, as expected.
'Well, sir?'
Mm-hm. How have you been doing?　These two years!　And what's the Yamato Server like?
I thought you knew.
　Krusty replied lowly.
　It wasn't that he didn't want to keep it a secret, or that he didn't want to act as a partner, but he wanted to avoid the degree of duplication of information.
'Oh no. Not really, they haven't been in touch or anything, or they've been stopped!　I haven't heard much from KR (Kerr) either. And he doesn't answer me honestly.
I think you deserved it.
　KR is a member of the Prodigal Tea Party, the Debauchery Tea Party. He was one of the three chiefs of the meteoric group, one of the three chiefs of the group, who somehow felt a sense of familiarity just from the sound of the word "prodigal".
''Kula-kun, you're cold. You're walking quietly in a place like this and your glasses are going to glow needlessly.
....
　Krusty shrugged. It wasn't like he was going to get away with it, so he wasn't reluctant to talk about it if he wanted to. It's a good idea to let Kanami know about the trajectory of the people of Akiba," she ranted, "So, you see, report, report, report.
"These two years, huh? When it comes to large-scale combat (raid) strategies, 〈D.D.D.〉 and 〈Howling〉 and 〈Black Sword Knights〉 were competing with each other, weren't they? The Honestis floated and sank. As for the newer guilds, the West Wind Brigade and the Silversword grew, and we quickly caught up with the top group.
　We started with a random topic, the large scale battle (raid) rankings for the past two years.
　These rankings were not prepared by the Elder Tail officials. This is not how raids are measured. They are provided by server-based communities, often in the form of rumors on anonymous message boards and other forums.
　When an expansion pack is released, it contains a number of high-end content. The mainstay of the game is a twenty-four-player combat (full raid) chain story. A single expansion pack will often contain between four and seven dungeons, and a single dungeon will often contain three to seven dungeons. And each dungeon has three to ten large scale combat (raid) bosses. So, there are about 30 "targets" per expansion pack.
　These powerful enemies have an implicit pecking order. While most dungeons are supposed to be attacked in any order you like, in reality, you'll need to defeat raiding Enemies in lower-level dungeons and improving your equipment in order to take on higher-level bosses to achieve victory.
　The raid rankings are a collection of information about which guild has beaten how many targets in the expansion pack.
　It can take weeks to capture a single boss. That's how long it takes to analyze, equip, and coordinate training an enemy for which there is no information at all. That's how long it takes to analyze, equip, and train an enemy with no information at all, and that's how long it takes to get to the top of the rankings each time an expansion pack is released, and that's how the D.D.D.'s are ranked for twenty months. That's the Elder Tail's large-scale raid ranking.
　And this ranking was based on the power struggle within the server and, to the short-sighted watcher, on the guild hierarchy.
''It's surprisingly stable, isn't it?''
And there wasn't much fluctuation at the expansion pack level.
　That's what Krusty replied.
　The D.D.D., the Howling, and the Black Sword Knights are all powerful, large-scale raiding groups with a long history on the Yamato Server. They've been competing with each other since the days when the Prodigal Tea Party was active. In some cases, the expansion packs were purely dungeon packages rather than new elements that would upset the existing forces.
　In short, the two years after the dissolution of the Prodigal Tea Party can be summed up as a fierce race going on, but the competition was healthy and there were no surprise upsets.

Homu Homu. Um, what about the catastrophe?
That's... it's hard to put it all into words. Akiba has established an organization called the "Round Table".
Yeah, I heard a little bit about that.
Shiroe, you're the star of the show.
　Krusty did so, waking up his mischievous mind. That young man, Shiroe, is the one who is not good at being praised like that. It could be said that he was an unbalanced and interesting acquaintance. From Krusty's point of view, Shiroe's impression was that he was an ultra-long range white knight (ruby: reckless idealist).
　He will extend his range to any distance to achieve his goal. He will go to great lengths to solve problems, even when he only needs to get the victim in front of him. And yet it is not a sniper; it is a sword of the sword. He's setting up the conditions for unilateral attacks, but he also wants to get hurt.
　It's a curious characterization.
　　　　　　The same is true for the other two.
　Why is he willing to give up his body and soul?　Do you want to get involved?
　Isaac, Michitaka, and the guildmasters who gathered at the Roundtable are all a bit curious. Their inefficient, drunkenness has given way to a nobility that could be described as a margin of comfort, helping to keep the organization running. Perhaps that's something Krusty can't blame others for, either.
"Oh, White, huh? Hmmmmm. I knew it, Shiro-kun, you were going to be a good-looking boy.
Okay.
I'm off course.
　Seeing an expression that could only be described as a full smile, Krusty chuckled.
　Apparently, this woman was amused by Shiroe's activities.
　I don't know what thought process it was that led to that impression, but if you think about it, this woman is the extreme north of drunkenness and futility.
　It's not that I hadn't exchanged words with Shiroe and the woman in front of me, even in the days when it was a game, but I guess my understanding of the game was still shallow. He hadn't thought of them as people with this much depth.
'Yamato is generally at peace in both Akiba and Minami. Of course there is a lot going on under the water, but that's true of all places where people live. The first wave of damage to the Daichijins has been prevented, and I'm sure the regular raids are coming to an end by now.
　Well, I'm not lying.
　The problems that the Yamato server is seeing should have been largely taken care of.
　Nevertheless, in Krusty's eyes, the situation has become rather confusing.
　That's before you can call it optimistic or pessimistic, and there's no way this situation, like the discovery of a new continent, is going to end peacefully.
　The problem of cultivating people below the mid-level of the Roundtable, which was pulled out of the process, probably won't be much of a problem even if Crusty is out, but the time limit for the Council of Lords, which was using it as a cover, will naturally be reached as a matter of course. Once the threat of the goblins was removed, the relationship between the Adventurers and the Earthmen would inevitably move to the next level. That's not a bad thing in itself, but it will be very difficult to steer the relationship between the two once their immediate adversaries are gone. It is also true that they wanted the goblins to remain enemies until interaction became more common to some extent.
　To begin with, the Adventurers and the Earthlings are too far apart from each other.
　It's not a difference that we can expect to see in them.
　That young man (Shiroe), who has a lot more passion in his heart than he appears to have, left for the north to make up for it, but I'm sure he was counting on the odds, as if it were a dream come true. I don't expect him to fail, but even if he did succeed, there is no way he would have been able to get rid of all of his problems.
　No, as much as we succeed, we will be headed for an outburst, per Ains.
　If you look at it from a macro perspective, the situation is beyond the scope of individual effort.
　Of course, individual small misfortunes could be prevented.
　But there must be a lot more blood to be shed for this situation to be sorted out.
(And it's not like my presence will change anything.)
　Krusty shrugged at his own thoughts.
'Kula, what brings you to this place?'
I was involved in an accident, right? Because of that, I was given a sterile curse (bad status).
　So Krusty was able to answer the question with the smoothness that seemed to prepare him for it.
　Not that he had wanted to, but he hadn't actively resisted it either.
　I'm just a somewhat blinkered person, and from a macroscopic point of view, I'm not going to influence the masses, no matter where I am. It's only natural that I'm not trying to influence them. That's why I don't have any particular feelings about being sent away or pinned down.
　As long as I can find something in the moment that I enjoy in its own right, that's fine.

To whom?
Who...?
　To Krusty, Kanami's question caught him off guard.
　Who did she get involved with?　Who cursed you?
　Krusty did not carelessly hold the question.
　Before he knew it, a pale golden glow illuminated Krusty, who was slumped in a chain of flashing thoughts. A cold wind swirled and flapped his cloak.
　A long and winding limestone cave led the two adventurers to the hillside of Wolfsbane Mountain.




Chapter4.02　

　Dirt-covered Huadiao was in the worst trouble of his life. At the moment of the collapse, Krusty jumped him and escaped the damage, but he was caught in a pine branch and was knocked out for a while. Even after I woke up, it took me about half a day to climb up the rocky surface of Wolfsbane Mountain, the terrain of which had been completely altered.
　My nose was nagging at me, and I couldn't stop crying.
　The official's wrappings, which had been simple but dignified, were worn out and tattered. The marten's wrappings are worn out and are now in tatters.

''What a mess I've become!
　She stops dead in her tracks, but clenches and climbs over another rock.
　To her short stature, even a step that is just enough for Krusty to step over is the cliff itself.
''Will Sen-kun-sama be okay? And all of your friends.''
　The Diao people are the heavenly officials who manage the Sacred Land. That is not a lie.
　So, what is a Heavenly Official?　If you ask, "What is an official?", the answer to that question is actually not available to Huadiao (Fadiao).
　For example, what is an official?　The exact meaning and job of this is unknown to Huadiao (Fadiao). He has the perception that he is a respected official. He also has the self-esteem that he should be a great one. But if you ask me why he's so noble, I'd say, "Because he's an official of heaven? I'm fluffy enough to answer. What are your specific duties?　I don't understand to the extent that I avert my gaze when I'm told that.
　If one were to follow the dim memory of a government official, there should be a boss, who would give him orders to do his job, but Huadiao has no direct boss. I have never met him since I was born, nor have I received any orders from him.
　If I had to guess, all immortals are supposed to be superiors, but no superiors have ever visited Fadiao's fairyland.
　And what the heavens were, Huadiao was not sure. He knows that it's a place somewhere up there where the immortals live, but he's never been there.
　Huadiao and the rest of the Diaojiao tribe have been living in the sacred land of Wolf Kun Mountain since they were born, and have lived there as its caretakers. Well, they were probably more of a housekeeper than an official.
　At some point, the sacred ground had grown and the number of rooms in the mausoleum had increased, and before they knew it, more sisters had been added, but Huadiao and his sisters had lived in a humble way. The mausoleum is cleaned and the long, steep stone stairs are sprinkled with water to welcome occasional visitors, including Juhuang. The food is mainly hard nuts. It is a felony for an official to eat the peaches that belong to a hermit.
　So I was really happy when Xiankun (Krusty) showed up.
　I heard that he was recovering from an illness, and I tried my best to nurse him, but he did not seem to be in a very serious condition, and he spoke freely to Hualia Diao and others.
　Although his personality is not clear and he has a mean streak, he considers himself an intelligent, gracious and kind boss.
　When Hua Diao and her sisters are gazing up at a peach tree swaying in the gentle breeze of the fairyland, she doesn't hesitate to scoop up a large piece of fruit and give it to them. Huadiao thinks this is a teasing remark, "If your arms and legs are too short, you won't be able to climb a tree," which is typical of the Diaojiao's behavior. The Diaojiao people are all experts in tree climbing.
　The peaches were so sweet that they melted in your mouth, but even sweeter were the dishes that Xiankun prepared for us. Although he didn't always make them, they were far more flavorful than those made by the Diaojins. The Diao people, who were supposed to be able to endure without food, even used the art of humanization and reification to line up for Xiankun's dishes. Rather than the "court dishes served in the Heavenly Palace" that I knew about, Xiankun's "braised pork with boiled egg set meal" was far better than the "court dishes served in the Heavenly Palace" that I knew about. Between you and me, I can say that Huadiao is the first person to always have a bite of this dish, and it can be said that Huadiao is a bone-headed person.

　This is why Huadiao's nose is currently red from crying.
　Just thinking about what would have happened if Xiankun (Krusty) had been trapped in that pitch-black hole, trapped under a large rock, made my heart crumble. I want her to serve me the sweet, gentle, somewhat slightly burnt and bitter, peach sweetbreads baked buns that she made again. I want you to show me the bright twelve equal parts with a nasty smile.
　Gulping and rubbing his nose, Huadiao (Fadiao) suddenly looked up and froze. A sparkling rainbow light rose in the early morning blue sky. The light was so beautiful, but it was also very sad and painful. This was the first time that even Huadiao had seen this light.

　Wolf's Kun Mountain was a huge rocky mountain with the Temple of the White Peach on it.
　However, under these circumstances, it was discovered that the interior of the mountain was made up of numerous limestone caves that ran like an ant nest.
　The bedrock is more than hard enough and the caves must have been punctured by tens of thousands of years of erosion, but now the caves have collapsed all over, making them impassable and creating new paths for communication. Even as they crawled across the surface of the rocky mountain in this way, many places in the scene were at odds with Huadiao's memories.
　The rocky surface where the pathway would normally stick to crumbled down, and she descended down a slope of rubble that hollowed out into a mortar shape. Her footing was too unsteady for her to walk standing up, and at times she had to crawl backwards, but even so, the rattling, crumbling mass of rock stirred her anxiety.
　The scene that spread out was an underground cavity of wet rock that was familiar to Huadiao (Fadiao), but that changed as they descended several steps. The wet-black natural stone was transformed into a floor of light gray geometric straight lines. The tube that would be octagonal if sliced into a circle - that is to say, the passage that the flower marten (fardejao) was walking through seemed to have such a shape.
　The whole thing was flimsy and dusty, but it must have once been clean. This is evident from the mentality of the endless corridors, which are unchanging in angle and size. Here and there the passageway was cracked, revealing a structure filled with metal tubes and some kind of ungainly string. Perhaps this was an underground fortress or ruins.
　The Wolf Kun Mountain, as is the norm in the Immortal World, is tasked with guarding Kunlun, so was it a facility for that purpose?　Hua Diao (Fardejao) thought. He didn't have any knowledge or interest in it, so he just thought that it might be so.

　He sniffed the air smoothly, but couldn't find Xiankun's scent. All I could smell was murky water, dust, and a sparkly smell, probably due to the massive collapse. Advancing past a metal plate labeled "Telegraph Tower," the passage grew thicker and led to a compartment where rails, cables, and various other metal magic tools that Huadiao had never seen before were abandoned.
　Could this passage be an outlier?
　Around the point where Huadiao (Fadiao) had advanced to the extent that he thought so, the passage was suddenly crushed by a huge natural stone. He looked around in the darkness with his face through the gap, and as he crept into the large hall beyond, the scent of burnt food from earlier became stronger.
''I wonder what it is...''
　Hwardejiao, who has a sneaking suspicion that there is danger, murmurs such lines precisely because he is inwardly frightened. She looks around with her best intentions, but that's only because she's afraid of the dark, rather than being on guard.
'There's nothing in there, is there?　I mean, we're so deep underground...
　Quickly speaking to cover his flinching self, Huadiao discovered a bleached white sunlight that seemed to cut through the darkness. In the afternoon, it was already not as brilliant as it was intense. But it was still daylight. Looking up, part of the high ceiling opened up in a collapse. Looking at where the blue sky could be seen in the distance, it looked like you could get out of there. Of course, that is, if he could fly.
　The shadows seemed darker to his light-burned eyes.
　So it's not surprising that Huadiao (Fadeejiao) was slow to notice it for a while.
　Huddled behind the waterfall-like veil of light was a huge beast. A lion-like monster with fur as smooth as wet. Although its entire body was covered in a different coloration, but it was covered in strong-looking fur, only its face was covered in grotesque red flesh, as if its fur had been ripped off. It spills a tinkling, pale electric light from its turbulent teeth that line its bare gums.
''Higuh.''
　The scream became as haphazard as a hiccup as he hurriedly suppressed his mouth. But of course, Huadiao (Fadiao) couldn't afford to regret it. He didn't even think of trying to avoid being noticed or turning back without making a sound.
　Our gaze is locked with the giant beast.
　The other side had clearly noticed Huadiao, gazing at him as if licking his entire body. Huadiao's legs were so weak and fluffy that it was impossible to tell whether she was standing or sleeping.
(I'm dying, I'm dying.)
　The beast slunk forward, appearing in the lighted hall and still looking huge. It's not an animal. It's a magical beast. Moreover, it appears to be an evil beast of a kind I've never seen in this Wolf Kun Mountain, one that scatters miasma.
　Seeing its beastly breath, Huadiao realized that it was a monster.
　The scorching smell was not the effect of something burning up. The bluish-white electric light from this beast's limbs and breath was directly burning the air.
　A series of cracking sounds like the air is being cracked. You're going to be able to get a good deal more than you'd like. It's all over. I'm going to die here. I don't know why, but this demonic beast from the outside must be eating me. Unlike Mr. Xiankun, this creepy monster wouldn't even add peach sauce to it. After giving up, Hua Diao (Fade-diao) was actually hit by a muddy electric shock.

　Turning his eyes to cling to the floating sensation thrown up in the air, it was the chunky shoulder armor of azure steel.
''Odd, isn't it, in a place like this?''
　The edge of his lips are slightly twisted into a smile as Krusty looks at him, and Fadeai's eyes widen into a perfect circle. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this," he said.

"It's a man of mystery.
White man.　I miss it.
　A female martial artist who had fluttered over Krusty's head to face the giant beast, a female martial artist who could be described as huge, slammed her fist down with a metallic roar.
''At this size, it's a twelve-man combat (half-frayed) class, I guess. It's probably the same type or similar to the Heavenly Tower. Its weaknesses are blows and electric shock resistance.''
I knew it was an adventure!　That's the continent of adventure You Red!
　With a cheerful response, a fierce battle began.



Chapter 4.03　




　The battle began without a break.
　The battle began in a state of chaos, between Crusty and the magical beasts that control electric shocks.
　At first, Crusty held Hua Diao at first, but when he saw an opening, he descended and fled behind a rock. It wasn't because he had abandoned Xiankun, but rather to avoid being a drag on the battle.
　Although he has never expressed his pain on his face, there is a wound on Xiankun's side that will never stop bleeding. No matter how many times he changes it, the wound that oozes red from the bandage is a cursed wound. Xian-kun's complexion, which smiled cruelly, was always white and clear, come to think of it. That was why Huadiao (Fadiao) couldn't be a burden to Xiankun.
　Originally, if Krusty was defeated, she was prepared to lose her own life as well.
　That's because with her fighting power, there is no way to resist that beast. With her short limbs, it seems impossible for her to even escape.

　Although she knew she was strong, Xiankun's fight was overwhelming.
　With each swing of the fleshy axe, the debris and sediment was caught up like a tsunami, attacking the beast with the force of a rage. However, the dark-colored demonic beast known as the sphinx was so powerful that even with its crusty onslaught, it hardly seemed to be taking any damage.
　The black-haired woman who appeared with that Cenkun was also showing a tremendous onslaught. Unlike Krusty, who slowly put down roots in the earth and attacked and defended with iron chunks wielded with both hands, her movements had the agility of a cat family. It dives, thrusts, or unleashes a kick, arcing in the air. The movements were somewhat rough for a dance, but they were very beautiful.
　There was another reinforcement in the fight.
　I'm not sure I've ever seen such a thing.
　Of course, he was a wolf of fine physique, and Huadiao knew it would be a disaster if he was bit, but the sight of him in battle was a sight to behold. It's huge body is not even comparable to Krusty's, and it smashes into its enemies with the ground-crawling movements characteristic of four-legged beasts. Despite its ferociousness, its appearance was also elegant. The fur on its back, on which the flower marten had once straddled, reflected the light and shone as if it were wet, reminding one of flowing mercury.
''Goin!　I said!　Goin!
You must be okay, Kanami.
　The woman raised her hand in accusation as she recoiled from the beating.
'Isn't Kula-kun casually awful!　Aren't you savvy just because it's me?
You're wearing a gauntlet.
I added, "What a pain in the ass!
　The two of them and one of them seemed to work perfectly together in her own way. The woman, who seems to be an old acquaintance, is named Kanami, according to Sen-kun's words. Unlike Xiankun, she is dressed in a much lighter national costume and leaps at the demonic beasts like a whirlwind to attack them.
　Could she be a hermit too?　Thinking about this, Hua Diao (Fardejao) strangely felt a feeling that could not be described as either loss or disappointment. Since she was acting out the battle with Krusty, there was a good chance that she was also a hermit (koraiju). She is one of the few compatriots to have survived the collapse of the world.
　If that is the case, then she should be served by Huadiao, just like Krusty. It was a mood that was a bit disappointing. Maybe she is just as good at baking sweets as Xiankun is - but thinking about that, Huadiaoiaojiao felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if he was such a picky eater.

''Tiger Echo Fist 《Tiger Echo Fist》!
　Despite the sound of the technique, Kanami exploded with a close-fitting technique that was almost like a body hit from the shoulder mouth. The demon beast, which probably failed to receive the impact, and which must have exceeded several hundred kilograms, floated upward for a moment and was blown away as if it were staggering.
　What was waiting for them was the dog-wolf asking for help. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to be in the same position as the other men.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as well. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on one. The attack caused even the most discerning of demonic beasts to roar and whimper.
''Xiankun-sama, you're strong!''
　Hua Diao (Fardejao) couldn't help but feel a small leap of faith.
　But that did not mean that the battle was an overwhelming victory for Xiankun and the others.
　It is true that the trend that is occurring in front of us now seems to be in our favor. However, the demonic beast known as a man of mystery was no different. I don't know where it was hiding its disadvantageous posture, but it turned over in one fell swoop with its overflowing vitality and floated a number of thunderballs reeking of scorching fumes.
　When the two of them moved to evade the attack, they saw that it was difficult to hit them, and switched from thrusting to cleaving with their thick, clawed paws that looked like stab mata. In order to avoid the sharp claws, the female martial artist seemed to have no choice but to duck with her large body.
　And most of all, the neck that had been hit by Xiankun's powerful and matchless blow was the problem.
　It was a blow that would have shattered even a large rock into pieces under such an attack. There was no need to think about what it would have done to Hua Diao (even if there were a hundred people, they would all be killed), and the only injury that could be seen was a slight oozing of blood on her fur.
　What kind of abilities this beast had, Huadiao didn't know, but even so, it was certain that its tremendous physical strength was one of its weapons. And if that was the case, wouldn't the only three Xiankun and the rest of them, with only three of them, eventually run out of strength and fall down?　Hua Diao (Fardejao) felt such anxiety.

　And that was not too far off the mark.
　The two "adventurers" who seemed to be acting in a leisurely manner to Huadiao, were actually not as leisurely as they appeared.
　In fact, they were facing a 12-man half-raid class monster.
　This means that normally twelve adventurers of the proper level should gather to battle. The monster's level is eighty-four. The level of the monsters is 84, which is a bit lower than the two of them who are at about the 90th level.
　Adventurers with the help of the Phantasmal class can fight monsters of the same level as themselves, or at most seven levels higher. Therefore, a level of eighty-four is a fairly easy classification for this battle if there were a constant number of twelve people in this place, led by Krusty's strike force. It was because of this level difference that Crusty and the others were able to keep them to this point by avoiding or destroying the demonic beasts' attacks.
　But on the other hand, having only a quarter of the constant number of participants in the battle was also fatal. No matter how many participants there are in a battle, defense and evasion capabilities do not increase or decrease significantly. However, depending on the number of participants, attack power and endurance vary greatly. Attack power is proportional to the number of hands, and endurance, or MP, is proportional to the number of people. The result was a future in which Krusty and his men would run out of energy if they couldn't finish off the White man. Even if they continued to avoid a deadly attack, fatigue and MP depletion would cut down their means of response and they would be run over like wheat in a millstone. That's the expected outcome.

''It kind of reminds me of something!
It's late.
I'm sorry I'm living in a daze.
　But Kanami, who fights while laughing cheerfully, and Krusty, who blurts out but doesn't leave any gaps, has no such tragic feeling. Hua Diao (Fardejao) could do nothing but watch on the edge of his seat.
''No matter where you are from, large scale battle (raid) bosses are always being used.
''--Is that so? According to Hua Diao, it was a wolf-type dungeon set, though.
You're not the boss here?
Well, I don't know. Well, it's no wonder.
　Their carefree conversation was interrupted by a widespread attack of demonic beasts.
　It was a flood of lightning strikes that reached a radius of several tens of meters. I don't know what the theory behind this is, but the female martial artist ducked the attack, which should be called a torrent, and taunted it. It is one of the profession "class" abilities called "martial artist" (monk), "ghost walking" (phantom step), but it is unknown to Huadiao.
　Crusty slipped into the gap in the stream that Kanami had disrupted and nullified the damage, and then used the crescent moon axe to roll up dirt and sand to make an impromptu earthwork. That was used by the dog-wolf-Guingye.
　Huadiao (Fadiao) cannot participate in the conversation, but no, no, no. I wanted to tell you that I don't know this kind of monster beast. As far as Huadiao knows, this ''Wolf Kun Mountain'' is a sacred land that leads to the sacred Kunlun and is used to spread the voice of the beyond. The guardian is a huge wolf called Wolf Kun (just like Gyu Qian), not this red-faced, ugly beast with an ugly face.
'I don't know of any such thing,'
　When I shouted, Krusty, perhaps having heard me, replied without looking back, "I see," waving his axe in the air. Sen-kun always has no idea what he's thinking, but he accepts it quite easily.
''Then where do you think he came from?''
How could I possibly-- Oh, my God!
　The irritating sphinx swung its paws down hard and debris flew out.
　These were minor attacks that couldn't even scratch Krusty's azure steel armor, perhaps just a frustrated demonic beast, but not to Hua Diao, who was leaning out from behind a rock to protest. A stone-cock as big as his face flew at high speed.
　When I jumped away from it, I was so startled that it tumbled down the road with its own momentum.
　The terrain was not good. Crumbling earth and sand had piled up like a slope from the shadows of the rocks they were hiding behind, and there was nothing to stop them. With a dizzying spin, the flower marten stumbled out five meters.
　For the Diaojins, that was quite a distance. He tried to run back to the shade of the rock, but was too scared to stand up. His knees were buckling as he tried to stand up, clutching at the hem of the silk at his fingertips.
It came from the air.
　A cool voice rested on a dizzying Hua Diao, who rolled her eyes. When he looked up, he saw that the hem he had been sitting on was a woman's robe. I couldn't see her expression, but I could recognize the owner of her voice by the murky sweet scent and voice.
''A summary of the summoning technique has been sent to Kunlun, and it is now possible to send armies in various places according to their resources.
　It was the voice of the Lotus Immortal Woman (Yoren Sennyi).
　With a thin smile on the edge of her lips and the compassion of a mother watching her child play, the Immortal Woman continued to spell out words that Huadiao couldn't understand.
She said, "Our witch ruler of Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West, has hurried the hands of the clock, and there is no one qualified in this land. She says that there is no one qualified in this land.
　What does the nymph say?
　Even Hua Diao, the Heavenly Official, did not understand.
　He was the kind person who had come to nurse Xiankun.
　No, even now, his face was as kind as it was filled, but somehow it didn't seem so. A small, soft smile on his soft lips made it look like a big smile that he had avoided to his ears. It wasn't supposed to be, but I couldn't stop the chill.
'On the beach where the rainbow was shattered, you, who are swaying in slumber, dream of your return. The Colopatilon opens one after another, the beasts of Time-Leece, and sends them down like meteors.
　The chanting lines were frozen before the sudden and overwhelming cold air.
'A new compatriot, Elias. Follow the request of the West Queen Mother and settle your obsession.
　The blue and gold knight, who appeared as if led by a softly outstretched hand, stepped into the battlefield with his crystal-clear sword slackly lowered.