DanMachi: The Strongest Support In Labyrinth City

Noel looked at the splendid flame beside the girl who was obedient like a servant, and was a little surprised for a while.

No chant.

More than that, she was manipulating magic.

The temperature of the flame was terrifying, and he felt a strong burning sensation from such a long distance.

The girl immediately put away the flames when she noticed that his face had changed.

And he said: "Sorry, this phenomenon will naturally occur when my mood fluctuates, but then you should understand that you can't win against me."

There was no arrogance in the girl's voice.

Instead, Noel seemed to hear "sorry" and "sympathy" in her tone.

Before he could answer, the girl raised her face and shouted: "I said, I need the strongest opponent!"

In the passage, the burly masked people walked out, surrounded by a fat man who was seriously fat.

The fat man rubbed his hands together and said in a strange tone: "Your Highness, please listen to me, there is no way to change the duel that has been arranged, this is the rule of the arena, and only the losers can leave here. , or the dead!

"I arranged for you, Your Highness, to duel with our most powerful sword fighter, but there seems to be a small problem here, it doesn't matter, please don't be shy, just kill No. 3 directly, we will immediately Arrange the original opponent for you. The fat man said in a persuasive tone.

Noel glanced at the fat man.

This man is lying.

His presence was no accident.

Judging from the scene, he may have specially set a trap for the princess to step in. The purpose...it seems that he wants the princess to kill him.

The girl's face turned gloomy when she heard the fat man's words.

She said angrily: "How could you do that, you have already admitted that it is your own problem, so let's just let this child leave now!

Let her kill a boy younger than herself.

Are these people crazy?

Shouldn't you be shy about killing it?

That's a life.

"No!" The fat man refused decisively: "Rules are rules. If Her Royal Highness wants to fight with others, she must first deal with No. 3, or Her Royal Highness, are you planning to admit defeat?" The fat man licked his lips .

Those evil eyes kept scanning the girl's body.

"Your Highness, the princess, have you forgotten that the loser has to accept the requirements of our arena unconditionally, even if you are the second princess, no, it is precisely because you are the second princess that you will not break the agreement, right?

"I..." The girl was caught in a dilemma.

In order to become stronger, she disobeyed her father and mother, and chose to fight in the arena where the country cracked down, so as to hone herself.

But just from the beginning, she encountered such a problem.

Familion is a small country that maintains the traditions of the West, and its military, territory, economy and population are very sluggish.

In such an effect, there are many darkness that even the state cannot sanction.

One of them, that is... a deathmatch.

Since ancient times, this kind of inhuman competition, or the game of death, has continued.

The so-called sword fighters are mostly slaves bought by the arena, and they are also consumables needed to maintain the operation of the arena.

She came here because she could experience the real battle here, but she didn't expect that the other party would be so daring to set a trap for her, the princess.

The royal family attaches great importance to credibility.

The promise promised will be fulfilled.

Otherwise, it will smear the face of the royal family, which is unacceptable for girls.

But when she thought that fat men would make unbearable demands, she couldn't bear it.

Besides, the only way is to kill that innocent and poor boy.

However, the girl has not yet imagined that this trap will only lead to two wrong answers from the beginning. Whether the girl voluntarily admits defeat and accepts the responsibility, or kills the boy herself, it will only bring tragedy.

It was the royal family of Famlion who suppressed the deathmatch.

king of a country.

And his daughter, the princess of a kingdom actually killed a slave boy in the arena with her own hands!

This will deal a fatal blow to the prestige of the royal family.

The fat man smiled with only a slit in his eyes, looking very happy.

Just as he was happily admiring the girl's painful and tangled posture, a tattered blade emerged from his plump body.

Chi!

The blade pierced through the back and got stuck halfway in the spine.

Fortunately, Noel pushed the hilt with the sole of his palm, and the blade of the blunt sword successfully penetrated the fat man's heart and came out from his chest.

"Ah-ahhhh..."

The fat man's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He wanted to cover his chest, but his hands couldn't reach him.

The foreign body sensation and severe pain from his heart made him unable to breathe, and he could only keep tilting the air towards the outside world.

The blood sprayed on the face of the girl in front of him, making her stunned in place.

Noel was still holding on to the blade to keep the fat man's body from falling.

Before the man lost consciousness, he said indifferently: "Enough is enough, I'm tired of it, let's close your mouth with your conspiracy."

The young man raised his foot, stomped on the fat man's back, firmly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and stabbed the blood-stained broken sword out.

And the fat body was kicked to the ground by 127 him.

Feeling the warmth of the blood, Noel can't help but wonder if this is just a dream.

Seeing the blood gushing out like a fountain, Stella's heart was strongly impacted.

killed.

That man, given by that young boy?

She stared blankly at the indifferent young man, who clearly pierced a person's heart with his own hands, but he acted so casually.

"You, what is..."

Although he heard the girl's voice, Noel suddenly felt a call from the depths of his soul when he was about to answer her.

That feeling is very wonderful, not the transmission of information through any medium.

But he could understand the meaning of the message.

"Is it over?"

Noel muttered to himself, and then threw the sword in his hand at will.

Based on that mysterious call, he understood that as long as he chanted that "spell", he could immediately end this real dream.

"Yog-Sothoth.

Gada one by one.

At the moment when the spell ended, an abrupt click echoed in the depths of his soul, like the sound of a clock suddenly stopping.

wrong.

Not the sound of a clock.

That should be the sound of a door opening.