1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"It's no longer time to reach the fort. Hey, you guys are ready!

Yes, the heads of the bandits, when Dekim raises his voice, roughly fifty of their men in unison, ooh! in response.

"All right, ladies, there's no making noise from here on out. Try not to let them get away with it. I'll reward you just for what you've captured. But I don't mind if I take off some of the sharks. Whatever you want. But don't kill him! It won't be a product."

When I say that, I laugh with an inferior look.

My men also distorted their mouths just saying they were looking forward to it.

Terroria, who is also a belly heart, mocks a knife she is good at and crawls her tongue.

"Hihihi, I'm looking forward to it. I'm sorry I can't kill you, but I'll give you all the credit."

"Aside from your face, the more so," they say from around you, but skinny, slight terrorisms don't even try to hide their brutal expression.

"Hey, hey. No futility. Time to go."

That's how Dekim turned to move forward, and suddenly in her ear, she heard a girl in the wrong place.

"I've told you everything I've told you right now. To the only law of our country, the actions of the people of your kingdom of Ibur are contrary. Let us first solemnly sanctify you and then ask King Iboul what is up to him."

"Become, who is it!?

Dekim raises his voice in surprise, but the next moment, from the mouth of his men who were behind him.

"Ghaaaaaaaaaa, my arm, my arm!!

hurry and turn around because the sharp scream rose that

But at first, it was just too out of place for Dekim to be hallucinating.

Because there was only one silver-haired girl with a young face in the middle of the nasty men, too loosely queued.

No, that's not the only reason I was surprised.

Because it was easy to bear (and) a large sickle that was not suitable for a small body, which seemed to do hundreds of kilograms held in its hand.

The blade (ha) is wet in the light of the moon, and it glows creepy, like claiming the fact that it is a cursed weapon built to suck life.

And it was precisely now that the evidence of cutting off one arm of a bandit who was hovering around the ground while screaming, the blood of which was telling the trolls and the blade of the Great Sickle (if done).

However, children other than Dekim and Terrorist do not immediately understand the unrealistic sight, but they feel reflexed when a young, busy girl licks them into action.

"Oh, my God! Who do you think we are?"

One of the bandits who tried to get caught screaming so loudly was cut off its arm when it was easy.

"What?"

and in the next moment when the man shrugged dumbfoundly, his mouth would be amputated and he would never spin (tweeze) words again.

After cutting off her arm, the girl, yes, Alger the Reaper, broke the bandit's body from top to bottom.

Seeing that terrible sight, the situation finally swallows up for my men.

The girl in front of you, no, the enemy is a marvel with terrible power.

"Oh, no, you did, can I stop like that? Anyway, I'm good for the others, right?

That's what I say and paste a grin like ridicule into Algiers. The bandits say, "What are you talking about?" and puts a question mark on her head, "but soon I can see what she's talking about.

For one of the men that surrounded Algiers, who was outermost, was suddenly slashed with an axe by another bandit who was in front of him.

No matter, you can't even react when you're attacked from behind, and their men,

"Heavy"

He fell to the ground with a dumb interrupter.

He is suffering from brain weather and of course is instant death.

Besides, Terroria shouts in amazement.

"Oh, my God, what the fuck?"

But I don't care about his men, they launch one attack after another against the bandits who are stunned and unable to move around.

Occasionally, several bandits were severed in the head, arms and legs, and the immediate death, the massive injury, continued.

"Look, come on, man, it's really good, it's really... No, it's really good! There's no one in our crew with a face like that!?

That's what terror cuts off with a knife.

When the traitor man accepts that the knife is easy and then jumps back a lot,

"Haha, I knew it would be hard to fight when you were disguised. Well, I'm perfectly fine with you guys having a handful."

Those guys, no, they don't look like that guy anymore. Besides, from the middle of nowhere, even the voice belongs to a pretty girl.

There she was, a girl with yellow hair tied to a ponytail, a naughty looking cat-like atmosphere.

"How did it go, Lord? My ability to transform. Did you enjoy it?

That's what I said. Ahead the girl turned around, there was a figure of one young man.

The bandits are also blinded by the man who suddenly appears.

A man who was called Lord by a girl. He's still a young man with a neutral face.

Yes, it is Issi.

"Oh, that's a shivering ability. They'll have you working again next time. Looks like you can do some light combat, but only your role is scouts, intelligence gathering. I brought him in today for a test, just in case. Leave the rest to us."

"I got caught. Don't forget to name this No. 456 when you get back."

When the girl winks, she leaps another big leap off the spot.

It was the bandits that had been taken, but Dekim opened his mouth to me when the girl's leader, the meshed man, appeared.

"Oh, my God. You're the best of these monsters!?

Issi returns her words to Dekim, who shouts so.

"That's disrespectful of a monster. They say they are nobles in our country. This is how we came to intercept the information that the people of the Kingdom of Iboul would attack our country as soon as possible. I wonder if you are aware that you are about to invade our country."

to that word, Dekim has no idea what the other person is talking about,

"Heh, I don't know what you're talking about. This is the kingdom of Iboul, and the end of the north. It's not imperial territory or anything! You must be out of your mind."

Laughing like Dekim made a fool of herself, and feeling slightly better, well-known men also begin to regain some calm as to how it goes.

Sure, a girl with a sickle or an earlier ability to transform is amazing, but her opponent's boss seems to be just an idiot or a lunatic.

Plus, a young man still old. It doesn't seem strong either. If you're a hostage, you'll be able to cover it all.

That's what I was thinking.

"Hmm, that means denying our country and continuing to violate it by force. Then this is a clear act of aggression from your country. My country will retaliate against this"

"What did you just say that you don't understand?"

That said, one of my men swung his sword vigorously and slashed him into Ishi.

Every one of the bandits thought Issi was dead by that blow.

As long as the Admiral takes over, his men will lose control and escape.

Yes, the bandits expected, but I wouldn't leave my slashed men slightly in a sword-wielding position for some reason.

"Oh, hey, what the hell..."

That word someone uttered was never said until the end.

Because the slashed men, on the contrary, had their hearts pierced deep by the sword that Issi had unleashed, and had already lost their lives.

"Again, you're getting stronger and stronger..."

And no one ever asked me about that Issi crush.