Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Usurper (1)

#57

The following list is the characters Bran pondered playing this cycle.

1. The plateau’s barbarian warrior who preys on the enemy’s ability

2. The archmage who receives the stars’ favor

3. The devil bloodline witch with an extremely extremely great figure

If there was no Nameless Hero he would have picked one of these three with high probability.

The common point is that each has a clear specialized part so even turning multiple cycles they are characters that do not get boring.

The archmage overwhelming force.

The witch overwhelming charm.

The barbarian warrior overwhelming utility!

Absorbing the preyed enemy’s ability, doesn’t utilization methods already rise endlessly?

‘A trait that can recover the principal until the moment of seeing the ending.’

Needless to say the fun of playing and the concept also overflows with romance.

The fact that it is specialized in a long-range dealer build that Bran’s group lacks is also a great advantage.

The disadvantage is only one.

Just that the procedure of recruiting is extremely troublesome as much as it is capable.

Crunch.

The barbarian warrior who was watching Bran nocked a new arrow on the string.

“A-again shoots!”

Benden’s face turned white.

This time whether thinking of properly ending three arrows were nocked on the string.

“Erai.”

It seems hard to knock all away.

The barbarian warrior’s bowstring was released.

When Bran who rushed forward swung the sword the arrow flying straight was split in half.

Although the hair was cut and it did not explode, the problem was the remaining two.

This time the target is not a person but the ground and tent.

Papak!

Just as poison clouds were about to bloom from the two arrows deeply stuck.

“Kale!”

“Yes!”

Bran shouted.

For the two who matched perfectly so far miscellaneous explanations were not needed.

Kale raised the staff.

Hwaaaaaak!

At the same time as a golden hemisphere unfolded poison clouds burst from both sides.

Red deadly poisonous gas swept the campsite.

Originally it should be a situation of receiving damage close to annihilation but.

“This is···!”

That kind of thing did not happen.

Benden who was prostrating while covering his nose and mouth widened his eyes round.

The hemisphere was intact.

The thick Plateau Viper’s poison was scattering without piercing the morning light.

Surprised was not only Benden.

“B-barrier?”

“My god. The body became light.”

The expedition team members who luckily entered the radius of the light were startled.

No one died.

Rather the faces of those who entered the hemisphere looked healthier than before.

“To think it was a cleric of this level.”

The expedition leader Urdin also could not hide his astonishment.

At the feeling as if his child is receiving praise Bran smiled faintly.

“There is reward for teaching.”

It was a technique informed before leaving Valkeros.

An improved version of Sanctuary that constructs a physical barrier by mixing Divine Power and mana.

Although proficiency is still low so arrows or sword strikes are unreasonable, gas or so can be sufficiently defended.

『Demonstrating amazing wit you saved numerous lives. The growth speed of Kale’s skill [Sanctuary] increases!』

『If proficiency reaches the standard a new skill can be generated.』

A well done message also rose.

Although good news now there was no room to congratulate.

Because the barbarian warrior was in the middle of nocking a new arrow, and the ghost cavalry was also quickly getting closer.

Bran growled.

“Urdin. Go.”

“Go?”

“Because annoying I absolutely can’t. We’ll catch that dog bastard so you guys go to the tent.”

While staring at the barbarian warrior with the most hateful eyes possible.

Perplexity settled on Urdin’s face.

“You won’t go?”

“Because I absolutely cannot forgive guys without etiquette. After cutting that primitive’s head going is not late. Don’t mind us and hurry and go.”

For an instant the corner of Urdin’s mouth twitched.

Good right?

A smile would have to come out.

Because it was a declaration that along with marking an unknown enemy he is also excluded from the relic scramble.

“···Yes, thank you.”

“When finished I’ll go so don’t sweep everything clean. 10% is ours.”

“Of course. I’ll definitely leave your share.”

Urdin nodded.

Now he seemed not even thinking of hiding the smile.

He took out one rusted war hammer from his waist.

“All survivors follow me! Bypass before the cavalry arrives!”

“U-understood! Bypass!”

The expedition team members chorused.

Thanks to Kale spreading the barrier about thirty still remained.

Urdin raised the hammer high into the sky.

“Glory to Letunir!”

It was not an ordinary hammer.

Kwaaaaa-!

Suddenly ominous red light spread centered on the hammer.

Kale who sensed Divine Power shrugged his shoulders.

“Hik. Divine Power?”

Although not comparable to Morning’s Blessing still considerable power was felt.

If the memory is not wrong it is one of Letunir’s treasures.

The fact that the expedition team came this far piercing evil spirits was all thanks to that evil god’s relic.

Veins began to stand out over the faces of the expedition team members wrapped in red light.

“Brakada! Bless us!”

“Kraaaa!”

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Soon beast-like cheers burst from everyone’s mouths.

Judging from the appearance of saliva dripping while the entire body’s muscles are pumped it seemed a frenzy type buff.

Urdin who turned into a steroid gorilla smiled while baring his teeth.

“Kehehe, thank you Bran!”

And leaped down below the rock mountain.

The expedition team members who followed Urdin also instantly disappeared from vision.

Since the cavalry’s primary target was not them if lucky they might safely reach the tent.

“I’m thankful.”

Of course that possibility is very low.

Bran was in the middle of knocking away or avoiding the barbarian warrior’s arrows that continued to fly with the sword.

Since the interferers also disappeared it seemed he could do an aggressive scout gradually.

Bran shouted.

“Ilark, bring Kale and Benden and follow!”

“Understood!”

As soon as Ilark answered Bran rushed forward.

While pouring one herb into his mouth.

『You ingested dried rabbit flower. Leg strength greatly improves!』

『Heart of Harmeno activates! Beneficial effects from plants are amplified double!』

A plant prepared to break Silien’s barrier.

But with only rabbit flower it was insufficient to narrow the distant distance.

Catching his breath Bran recalled the image of a growing tree in his head.

『The power of the Giant Tree wells up. The Strength value doubles!』

Along with the second notification strength began to surge in the entire body.

The power of the Giant Tree that always displays performance above expectations.

With this much it seemed it would work.

Crunch.

Bran’s thighs explosively expanded.

The moment the bent legs unfolded a roar rang out.

The barbarian warrior who was preparing a new arrow flinched.

“······!?”

Bran’s appearance disappeared from vision.

Only a deep pit was dug in the place he was originally standing.

Unusual.

Just as he who hurriedly lowered the bow was about to instruct the wolf to move.

“······!!!”

Suddenly a presence was felt close by.

Turning his head the barbarian warrior froze.

The disappeared Bran had approached right in front of his nose.

“Hueup!”

Fast. There was no time to respond.

Bran hugged his waist as if tackling.

Boooom!

The barbarian warrior who fell from the wolf rolled on the floor together with Bran.

Seeing the two who were rolling fall below the cliff the wolf was startled.

“Keheung?!”

A speed even a beast could not react to.

The white mane belatedly stood up.

It was the moment the wolf rushed to protect its master.

Tukwaaang!

Ilark who landed following struck the guy’s face with her tail.

“Kaeng!”

Along with scattering teeth the wolf fell away.

Ilark smiled while baring her teeth.

“Doggie. You play with me.”

She had Kale and Benden wedged in each side.

Fortunately it seemed she arrived not late.

“Kraaaa!”

Immediately shaking its head and rising the wolf rushed toward Ilark.

“Hieeeeeek!”

“World! A white wolf, wasn’t it extinct?!”

Kale and Benden were astonished.

A mouth that seemed it would swallow even an adult in one bite.

Although Benden’s reaction was close to admiration, anyway.

Seeing the wolf’s gleaming fangs Ilark raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know if I can suppress without killing.”

Ptui.

Putting Kale and Benden down Ilark spat on her palm.

Anyway since it was Bran’s request she was thinking of doing her best.

Ilark rushed forward.

Boooom-!

As the two beasts collided a roar rang out.

A big match reminiscent of a monster movie!

Bran also really wanted to see but unfortunately there was no room for that.

“Hey. We didn’t come to kill the king··· damn!”

Because he was in the middle of a bloody fight with the barbarian warrior on the outer wall of the rock mountain they rolled down together.

Slaaash!

The moment Bran twisted his head back a dagger made of beast bone passed while grazing his cheek.

“Really! Let’s talk a bit!”

Facing the barbarian warrior again Bran got angry.

Even if slightly slipping a thousand-gil cliff trip.

Even though thoroughly prepared making the conversation itself establish was not easy.

Although the barbarian warrior was a long-range specialized character the skill of handling a sword was also top-notch.

‘As expected desirable.’

Indeed the balance befitting the main seat of a utility character!

A living proof that just because muscles are bulging it does not mean one is good at all fights.

Nevertheless in close combat Bran had the advantage.

Kang!

The moment Bran who captured a gap pulled the sword hilt, the dagger bounced from the hand.

“······?!”

The barbarian warrior hesitated.

The dagger disappeared below the cliff without time to pick it up.

Although the face was not visible because of the stupid deer mask it was certain he was flustered.

If even used the power of the Giant Tree this much had to be done.

Bran asked.

“Huu, now a bit ready to talk?”

“Kyaaak!”

“Not ready.”

The barbarian warrior let out a beast-like cheer and rushed in.

Although the physique was unexpectedly not large the problem was not that.

Crunch!

Dozens of sharp thorns surged over the barbarian warrior’s arms and legs.

“Fuck.”

Bran spat out a curse.

It was the ability of the Thorn Bear an animal inhabiting the plateau like the viper.

Large and sharp the killing power cannot be compared to the dagger swung a little while ago.

Hehe, even poison is applied.

Just before the barbarian warrior shot like a bullet rammed Bran with his shoulder.

“I said stop a bit!”

Bran stomped his foot while putting all strength into his legs.

Boooom!

The originally unstable floor partially collapsed.

The body of the barbarian warrior who could not respond in time sank down.

“······!!!”

The barbarian warrior’s hair stood up.

A height that absolutely cannot live.

Even extending the arms it barely did not reach.

Just as the fall directly connected to death was about to start in earnest.

Kwak!

A hand that suddenly popped out from above gripped his wrist.

“Please calm down. Wind blowing on the plateau.”

Following a voice tinged with fatigue rang out.

Raising his head the barbarian warrior froze.

Bran who was fighting until just now was holding him.

“······!”

“I am not your enemy. Not the great king, I came to eliminate the evil shaman.”

But what truly surprised the barbarian warrior was separate.

A large thorn was protruding over Bran’s back of the hand.

Longer and sharper than the dagger swung a little while ago.

The ability of the Thorn Bear he manifested.

Even though it would cause terrible pain interlocking with the Plateau Viper’s poison Bran was steadfastly gripping his wrist.

“······?”

“Hup!”

Bran gave strength and pulled him.

Lighter than thought.

The barbarian warrior lightly landed.

Puhak!

The moment releasing the arm, as the thorn was pulled from Bran’s hand blood surged.

“Kraa, stinging···!”

As expected damn painful.

To the point of thinking he should have just let him fall.

Still thanks to resistance it was bearable enough.

『High poison resistance nullifies the damage!』

Furthermore judging from the barbarian warrior’s reaction there seemed reward for saving.

He was only watching Bran quietly like a leopard hit by an anesthetic bullet.

“You.”

From behind the mask where only beast sounds were heard all along, for the first time a person’s voice flowed out.

“······How does an outsider know that?”

A beautiful tone as if a glass bead rolling.

Goosebumps swept Bran’s nape.

Although he felt it in the game too really different from the first impression.

“No matter how much covered the truth is revealed.”

“Truth?”

“Yes. Like your existence right now.”

Stopping the bleeding of the wound on the back of the hand Bran recited the prepared answer.

“I know that you are the last successor of the great king Rahir.”

“······!”

“The fact that you have not been able to enter the tent for several years. The fact that you have been eliminating invaders who know nothing. Even the target you truly hate and want to kill I know all.”

“You. Who on earth are you?”

“A person who has researched you and this land for a very long time. I came to help you.”

Although it was to take not help he could not say that on the first meeting.

The fact that he researched was also not wrong words.

Because the barbarian warrior was one of the characters Bran played counting on his fingers a lot.

He memorized the choices that flow in a positive direction long ago.

Bran said.

“Let’s go together. I’ll lend strength so you can kill the shaman and recover the ancestors’ honor. We’ll settle it tonight.”

Of course being scared was separate.

Because he realized to the bone through the journey so far that game and reality are different.

Even if taking out a hidden knife saying don’t play tricks and rushing in it would not be strange.

But.

“······Interest. Rises.”

Fortunately the barbarian warrior moved as Bran thought.

Slowly raising his hand he took off the deer mask.

Rustle!

Hair tied like a horse’s tail poured behind the back.

Sweeping the disheveled bangs, an oriental girl’s face revealed itself.

‘Pretty.’

Bran let out a hollow laugh.

A reflexive yet pure impression as if a person burned by fire shouts it is hot.

Even without double eyelids in the large eyes the stars of the grassland were floating.

The height is a bit taller than me.

The age at most a difference of three or four years?

‘Actually seeing it is even more absurd. At first I really wondered what this is.’

The first reversal the player who picked the barbarian warrior faces.

An appearance that frontally smashes the image of a bulging double-handed axe warrior that comes from the name.

Since barbarian is correct and warrior is correct it could be seen as a kind of narrative trick.

Alternately looking at Bran and his wound the girl opened her mouth.

“Arazan.”

Arazan the wind of the plateau.

For Bran a quite familiar echo.

Arazan asked back.

“Your name. What is it?”

“Ah, so···”

Just as Bran was about to introduce himself then.

“Bran! Are you okay?!”

Suddenly a familiar voice rang out from up there.

Ended faster than thought.

Raising his head Bran waved his arm.

“Yes. Okay!”

On the cliff Ilark was standing.

Kale and Benden were stamping their feet on both sides of her.

Following raising her head Arazan gasped.

“Baihir···!”

On the back of Ilark who became full of wounds the wolf she was riding was carried.

Baihir is the wolf’s name.

The tongue was limp from the gap of the open mouth.

Bran shook his head.

“Don’t worry. Because not dead.”

The stomach swelling and shrinking while breathing was visible.

There was reward for earnestly requesting Ilark absolutely not to kill the wolf.

“···Wait.”

Suddenly, Ilark frowned.

“Bran. What is that woman?”

“We were fighting until just now.”

“What?”

Bran answered dryly.

Grasping the meaning of the words was not that difficult.

Astonishment burst from Ilark and Benden’s mouths.

“World, that is that? Not a monkey-like thing but a human?”

“M-my god. Exactly resembles the king’s portrait that appears in the literature..!”

This time too Benden’s reaction was close to admiration.

Definitely a matter worth being surprised.

The same for Kale.

Alternately looking at Bran and Arazan, Kale muttered as if dumbfounded.

“······Again a woman?”