The Labyrinth Raids of the Ultimate Tank

Coolas 11

"... Leckler, I..."

"What, you look pathetic and you have cancer?"

Leckler scolds Kijak, but runs.

With the loss of ties, demons were coming in from all over.

Fighting is happening all over the city. Of course, there were knights and adventurers, but their damage is increased by demons who no longer have the limitation of being united.

"There's no way there's any damage in the fight. Besides, we have to be prepared for more damage than the battlefield has become this city."

"... even so. If it wasn't for me, I'd be damaging you more."

"People don't change that much. We're going to fix this city's boundaries. You're the only one who can do it."

To Lechler's words, Kijak nodded along with an anxious look.

Reach the building where the junction device is located immediately. Many demons and knights had fallen there.

"... I see, are these the reasons? Looks like the enemy was pushing inside, trying to do something about the junction."

"... terrible"

"This is the fight. Live or die, that's all. The only way to mourn the dead is to protect this city. Let's go."

The outer walls collapse, with metal sounds and ambitions. I could tell from the two of us who were out there that knights and demons were still engaged in the building.

Upon entering the building, usually a beautiful hallway was now in a tragic situation with human and demonic blood in it.

Leckler speaks to one of the knights who was falling.

"What's going on with the junction device?"

"The demon…! was attacked by a strong warewolf!"

"... Roger that! Kijak, we're on our way!"

Leckler gets up as soon as he hands the knight the potion.

Tie your lips tight, and Kijak nods at it. When the two of them run off, a skinny clothing wolf jumps from the hallway to Leckler.

After being half-stepped, Leckler grabbed up its warewolf chest barn and slammed it to the ground.

From behind it, a knight appeared, chopping Wearwolf off his back.

"Are you okay...... eh. What's wrong with Leckler and Kijak!?"

"I see something's wrong with the junction device. I'm here to see what's going on."

"Oh well, good... Huh! I was just wondering what to do with all the knights I could fix. Besides - I need to get back quickly and help Mr. Gods, Grr..."

He also lost his outer skin, and was already full of creativity.

When Leckler gently supports his body, he says one word that the knight is sorry and then wakes up his body.

"What's wrong with Gods?"

"I'm still fighting guys like Warewolf bosses! Unlike the rest of them, most of the knights were hit by him."

"What... was there still such a monster? Copy that. You must heal the knights! We'll take care of Gods!"

"Ok...... eh. Both of you!"

They ran out, ran up the stairs, and reached the hierarchy where the device was located.

There were several clothing wolves there, engaged with knights.

(1) He manages to hold off the whole Wearwolf thing at about the party. Leckler and Kijak are also added there.

"Hey, what's going on with the device!"

"Oh, it's the back room!"

"Copy that. We're going to break through!"

Leckler sets up his sword, and Kijak begins to prepare his magic too. After Warewolf growls, he kicks and jumps on the floor.

Shake off your arms to cleave with sharp nails. Leckler is the sword, and Kijak unleashes magic.

Wearwolf dodged it. There, the knights jump. Wearwolf rolled over and scratched, but Leckler jumped there.

Distanced at once and tore Wearwolf's chest apart. Confirming the quieter Wearwolf, Leckler stared right into the back room.

"Gods fighting in the back, right? Let's hurry!"

Leckler screams, and the knights rise.

The entrance to the back room was leaning. Leckler goes inside like a kick through that door.

There were Gods and Wearwolf facing each other. Gods was breathing on his shoulders like that somehow. That must have been all we were fighting for.

But that warewolf changed from something as skinny as the previous emphasis on velocity, and was swollen up with muscle.

He has a body very close to Storm that the Rudes were dealing with. The Wearwolf's eyes glanced at the Lecklers.

"We're going to help Mr. Gods!"

The knights scream, raise their swords and fly to Wearwolf.

I had my eyes open the way Gods panicked, but the knights never saw it.

"Get out of the way!"

Kick the floor at the same time as Wearwolf growls. The knights' outer skins are shredded in an instant and their throats and arms are slit in the ensuing attack.

The deadly, the mortally wounded roll down the floor and nod.

Wearwolf raises his arm to remove the sticky blood. Its arms and feet are as thick as the pillars that support the building.

Kijak's complexion turns bright blue. There's someone in front of me who can't help himself. Don't be frightened, it would be more impossible to talk about.

Behind them, there was a somewhat conspicuous junction device with scratches. Leckler grabs Kijak's head with his gaze on you.

"We'll do that monster. You just focus on the device."

"... ok"

That's how Leckler kicked the ground at the same time. I needed to move anyway so I couldn't pay attention to Kijak.

Wearwolf took Leckler's sword with one arm.

I'm sure it sounds like metal. Wearwolf magically cured his arm and took the attack.

Instantly Warewolf twisted his body and waved his fist at Leckler.

Leckler flipped his body and sent the attack. But Leckler looked up to the wind pressure he was born with when he shook his arm off.

If it was a direct hit, there wouldn't be a single attack, but it was born in the moment.

But in that moment, Kijak reached the device. Wearwolf, too, would have been prepared for that. Turn your gaze only once, then drop your hips. Now I just need to focus on the two Leckler and Gods.

Leckler and Gods turn their gaze away only once.

"I understand that you are quite a warrior. But we're fighting to protect Master Storm, too. I'm sorry, but I'll take your life and let you through."

Wearwolf puts up his fist.

Leckler and Gods deflected their gaze once.

"Gods, will you draw the enemy?"

Leckler smiles jokingly.

"Is there anything you can do?"

"No... I don't want to mess with that."

"Don't let it get out of your way. I don't even want to do this."

That's all we said to each other, then we kicked on the floor.

Leckler and Gods scowl at Wearwolf's fierce attack. The two, individually, are weaker than Wearwolf. That's why we move to fill gaps with each other.

As a result, a quintuple-fifth battle unfolds.

Kijak is manipulating the device and searching for anomalies in the junction device amid repeated battles that would take his life if he lost his mind.

Originally, in this phase, where concentration was difficult, Kijak was playing with the junction device.

He has been touching demonic props since he was little. Now, precisely, with such innocence as it was then, we will repair the problematic part.

"There he is... Huh!? Are you okay?!?"

That was the time. Gods was bounced off and hit Kijak.

Kijak gently rocks Gods' body, but he doesn't move with his eyes closed. Kijak looked into his breath and pulse, and raised his face while he was also relieved that he was not dead.

Leckler is the only one fighting more than Gods got hit.

"Gods, kijak!"

Wearwolf's fist captured Leckler's face. His outer skin blew away, I could tell by the fierce noise.

With a glimpse of Leckler, Wearwolf heads straight for Kijak.

Kijak retreats. However, retraction is inhibited by the device behind it. His body trembled.

Even if Kijak stands upside down, he can't beat Wearwolf. It can't be a victory in vain.

"... were quite a few warriors. But this battle is our victory."

Wearwolf screams and gives you a leg.

Kijak desperately tried to build magic. But in him, who remained dominated by fear, he could not even prepare the magic properly.

A pillar of flame blew Wearwolf's body off as Wearwolf tried to shake his leg down.

"I can't lose anything anymore!"

Leckler's body was on fire after such a scream echoed across the room. The sword he possesses, likewise, holds the flames together.

Leckler kicks the ground and cuts Wearwolf.

Without looking back, Warewolf took it with his arm, but a flaming sword burns its body.

Wearwolf extinguishes fire with water as he hurries.

Leckler's body was still burning, with deep wrinkles engraved between his brows.

"Leckler, that body..."

"Ha, it's a special attack I've been hiding. Buy some time, I'll do it... start fixing it."

Kijak nods and heads to the device.

Leckler immediately cuts to Wearwolf. Wearwolf, with his astonished eyes, shouts Leckler's attack.

But Warewolf was staring at the flaming attack.

"Your power - is it spirituality?"

"Oh, you can't!"

"You have no spiritual aptitude, do you? If you keep using your powers with that body, you'll lose your life."

"... Ha, still. I don't mind if I can beat you. I don't want to lose anything anymore."

Leckler kicks on the floor and waves his sword to Wearwolf. The force itself is also enhanced, and the blow brings Wearwolf to rest.

The wear-wolf with his face on his face moves to dodge, not attack.

Like waiting for Leckler to run out of breath. That's why Leckler couldn't have lifted his spirituality either. Once disarmed, it is not a substitute for immediate activation.

If you catch that gap, you can't defeat Wearwolf on your own now Leckler.

Therefore, even though we know it's futile, we just have to keep attacking with our powers activated.

You can't lose it. There was a strong determination in the words.

Leckler is from Brunkels.

In the Brunkels country, research on the military side has been going on for a long time, and spiritual art is one of them. It is this spiritual art that has been studied so that it can be used even in things that are unsuitable.

By sharpening your flesh and life span, you can activate Spiritualism. That is a sword of all blades.

Even if he was going to die, he didn't want to regret it. Because once, I hesitated, I regretted it.

He lost a family he cared about. My son's skills in the body are invaluable and he was killed to use them for research. Of course, he was a rebellious Leckler, but he couldn't beat the country on his own.

Leckler, who survived, didn't have to go. He reached this country and went to this city.

He was worn out. He was helped there by Kijak. At the time, saved by his innocence, when he was only ten years old, Leckler was determined not to protect him here.

If you can defend something with it, even if it's the kind of power that costs your life - you have to regret it no more.

Along with his burning determination, Leckler does not wave a burning sword.

But the blow was too full of gaps. Wearwolf reacted tingly, releasing a kick right into Leckler's belly.

Consciousness flies. Soon Leckler's skin disappears, and Leckler's body wakes up relaxed to the attack he was subjected to in his lifetime.

"It's over, human warrior."

The moment Wearwolf shook up his leg, his body leaned hard.

"... no way"

"Over here...... Huh!"

It was Kijak who raised his voice.

There were a number of magic formations unfolding around him.

One magic after another strikes Wearwolf. None of it was a great power, but now that the junction is activated, it becomes quite a threat to Warewolf and strikes.

"My... don't make me kill my people!"

Wearwolf gets annoyed with the magic. And that face stained with surprise.

A loosely raised Leckler waves up his sword. A slight remnant of the fire in his body moves to the sword.

And cut off Wearwolf's back, which was full of gaps.

"... brilliant"

Wearwolf falls on the spot and the kijaks turn their gaze to be vigilant.

"Come on, Kijak."

Disturbed by his breath, Leckler manages to speak to Kijak in such a way.

"Leckler! Are you okay?!?"

Lifting the fallen Leckler's body, Kijak takes out the potion and gives it to him. I wish I could treat it at all.

Kijak is forced to drink to Lekler, who closes his eyes.

"Leckler, hold on!"