Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

The immense impact sent him staggering backward, leaving a long, narrow crack in the ground beneath his greatsword.

"Enough!" Sato Masaru raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, finally unable to hold back his anger and roared.

The shield solidified instantly, blocking the second burst of magical energy that followed.

Immediately afterwards, blasphemous music rose from the rain.

The sound was piercing and sharp, as if countless vengeful spirits were simultaneously wailing.

Suddenly, Koshimura felt a chill run through his entire body.

...What is that?

He watched Sato Katsuki, who was kneeling on the ground in the distance, warily, but did not notice any new special effects on him.

Can't tell.

But... something is definitely different.

Just to be on the safe side, Koshimura quickly retreated, preparing to increase the distance even further.

But the moment he lifted his foot, it suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

He looked down.

Countless distorted, formless spirits were clinging to his ankles, pulling him downwards.

...The most sinister one is coming.

[Spirit Shroud]

【The Necromancer of the Third Ring Road】

[Casting Time: 1 minute, Bonus Action]

[Casting Range: Self]

[Duration: Focused, maximum 1 minute]

You summon the spirits of the dead, who will surround you for the duration of the spell. These spirits are invisible and cannot be harmed.

[Until the spell ends, all your attacks that hit creatures within 10 feet of you deal 1d8 additional damage. The damage type is either Radiant, Corruption, or Freeze (chosen by you when casting the spell). Any creature that takes this damage cannot regenerate health until the start of your next turn.]

Additionally, at the start of your turn, you can reduce the speed of any creature within 10 feet of you by 10 feet until the start of your next turn.

When casting this spell using a spell slot of level four or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for every two spell slots higher than level three.

Increased damage, healing reduction, slowing effect, or a ranged aura skill that doesn't require a saving throw.

This is our noble paladin; he's truly hardworking and skilled.

What, you're asking where the sweat is?

That's on my face, of course.

In this fatal delay, Sato Masaru had already put down his bow and charged forward amidst the booming thunder!

A resolute glint flashed in Koshimura's eyes.

The pick extended from his hand once more, instantly transforming into a blade shrouded in shadow.

With movement speed reduced to 10 feet, even using the stealth step makes it difficult to create distance.

...we have no choice but to confront them head-on.

With a slight flick of his wrist, and along with the lightning that streaked across the sky, violent lightning once again coiled around the blade of Star Edge.

In contrast, rising from the Shadow Blade were jet-black flames.

Left hand wields the Thunderclap Sword, right hand wields the Blazing Flame Slash.

Thunder on the left, fire on the right, this is the Thunderfire Sword!

Koshimura lightly touched the ground with his toes, scooped up a splash of water from the pool, and leaned forward!

Just as the slash was about to strike, the option finally appeared in the center of the field of vision.

[A. Launch the attack from the top]

[B. Parrying an attack from the middle]

C. Dodge the attack from below.

It's actually very simple; it's nothing more than using a light frame to connect to a heavy one, and a heavy frame to connect to a light one.

Koshimura made a quick judgment, abruptly raising his hand, the thin blade in his left hand carrying the fury of thunder, to meet the heavy greatsword.

Stars and darkness collided once more, and the road beneath their feet began to crack inch by inch.

Just as the two were still locked in a stalemate, the violent lightning had already climbed up the sword and surged toward Sato Masaru's sword-wielding arm, causing his movements to freeze for a moment.

You have received the reward "Chihaya Aine's Panties"

At the same time, Chihaya Aine, who had sprained her ankle while rushing and was sitting in the infirmary waiting for her medicine to be applied, suddenly felt a chill beneath her.

"Ugh?"

What's the point of sending me something like this at a time like this?!

With gritted teeth, Koshimura ignored the sudden bulge in his pocket and used the Shadow Blade in his right hand to bypass the opponent's attempt to block the bow at an extremely tricky angle, heading straight for Sato Masaru's chest.

The sturdy stab-proof vest was easily pierced, and the cold black flames scorched the flesh, making a sizzling sound.

Just as Koshimura Sawa was about to unleash his full power, intending to finish off his opponent—

A burst of flames suddenly erupted from the wound where Sato Masaru had been stabbed.

The scorching smell of sulfur hit him, and the sword he was gripping slipped from his hand instantly. Like a kite with a broken string, Koshimura was blasted away, rolling several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Blood seeped from the wound in his abdomen, staining the rainwater beneath him red.

[Hellish Roar]...

Koshimura struggled to lift his head and, through his blurred vision, looked at the Star's Edge that had fallen not far away.

A leather shoe, stained with mud and blood, suddenly stepped on the sword and kicked it aside.

A sudden alarm bell rang in Koshimura's mind. Ignoring the excruciating pain coming from below, he suddenly rolled to the side.

But the giant sword, shrouded in black light, still managed to graz his back, its sharp edge tearing through his uniform and flesh, leaving a gruesome wound.

He lay on his back in the icy water, helplessly watching the man dragging the giant sword approach him step by step.

"Damn it, do you even deserve to be a paladin?!"

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Sato Masaru's voice was cold and hoarse as he stopped beside Koshimura Sawa, looking down at him condescendingly.

"What gives a paladin power is not justice, but an oath... Moreover, I have long since abandoned that ridiculous oath."

"—Now, my power belongs only to myself."

The wind howled, whipping his already tattered black trench coat, making it flutter loudly.

"...A year ago...was it you who burned down the Toyokawa family's house?" Koshimura asked, enduring the excruciating pain.

“It’s me.” Sato Masaru nodded frankly, as if stating something trivial.

"I was the one who killed Toyokawa Mizuho, ​​I was the one who tampered with the runes on the dimensional bag, I was the one who set fire to the Toyokawa family home and created chaos to cover up the truth... I was also the one who did it."

"Anyone who uses their brain can understand this, right? So many professionals, how could they be killed by an ordinary fire..."

“Born.” Koshimura Sawa couldn’t help but interrupt him.

“That’s just how the world is.” Sato Masaru seemed completely unconcerned by his insults, speaking calmly.

"The victor controls everything and writes the truth."

"The weak are only fit to crawl on the ground like worms, and then be crushed in the dust of history."

He raised his foot and stomped hard on the hand that Yuecunze was struggling to reach for Xingzhifeng, the bones making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"You think you can defeat me like this?" Sato Masaru's voice suddenly rose. "A greenhorn, a brat who's barely out of his teens, thinks he can beat me with a broken sword he picked up from who-knows-where?!"

He threw down his bow, grabbed Koshimura Sawa's collar with his blood-stained hand, lifted him off the ground, and roared.

"20 years! I've lived a hellish life for 20 years, all because of that damn church and that damn vow. I get slapped for not helping an old lady cross the street. From the moment I was born, I've only been treated like a tool!"

“Until...he rescued me from there.”

“Until he told me.”

"I can have my own thoughts, do what I want to do, and live for myself."

"My existence has meaning."

His voice suddenly lowered.

"That is why everyone who stands in his way must die."

He slammed Koshimura Sawa back to the ground and raised the greatsword in his hand.

But then I felt something suddenly grab my ankle.

"So what?" Yuecunze struggled to raise his head, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but the flames burning in his eyes had not yet been extinguished.

Even if it's just a worm...

"—They also have the right to crawl forward."

"You talk too much."

Without another word, Sato Masaru raised his hands above his head, aimed the cold tip of his sword at Koshimura Sawa's head, and brought it down heavily!

"Goodbye."

Just as the sword was about to pierce his head, Koshimura Sawa's bangs, which had remained unchanged even after vigorous exercise, suddenly trembled.

Then...

The blade snapped in two.

clang! ! !

The broken half of the sword spun and flew out, embedding itself in the asphalt road beside it.

"You... you've been tricked."

A weak voice suddenly came from below.

Sato Masaru looked down in astonishment.

The boy lying in the mud had a cold, mocking smile on his face.

[Hairspray hands]

[When you touch your hair with your palm, you can instantly transform a messy or ordinary hairstyle into a neat slicked-back look, side part, or other styles.]

[Unless you actively remove it, this design will not be damaged by any external factors, including strong winds or water.]

[Maintaining this look will elevate your style value.]

"What--"

In an instant, Yuecun Ze raised his hand, and the Shadow Blade reappeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ba Ba hurled the weapon fiercely towards Sato Masaru's chest.

The shadow pierced precisely into the heart, and the man let out a painful roar.

The intense physical and mental pain caused him to bend over instantly, reaching out to cover the wound on his chest.

opportunity!

Despite the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his entire body apart, Koshimura Sawa abruptly stood up and faced the exposed hilt of the sword.

Elbow!

The shadow blade pierced through his body in an instant, bursting out from behind him with dripping blood and shattered internal organs.

Sato Masaru roared, his eyes turning bloodshot with rage.

With his last instinct, he swung his remaining broken sword and slashed at Koshimura, who was right in front of him.

The only thing that could be hit was a burst of silver mist.

Where did they go?!