29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

When I finished sending troops to Wang Capital, I stayed outside the Fourth Wall with Marr in what was originally known as "Outside the Wall".

There are many tents in what was originally called the out-of-wall area, turning it into a camp for the Royal Army and the prostitutes. Naturally, we were just transferred from Groudis, and we were to be held there.

It seems that quite a few ruins and wreckages were removed while we went to the province to rescue them, and the wind blowing over the vast, even land feels cold.

"How's the magic, Mr. Tysi?

Half a dozen.

At the same time I increased my mobility by creating multiple transfer gates, but because of this, my magic consumption became intense.

It's going to be pretty cutthroat if we move our forces to Crossroads soon.

"Anyway, Marl, come and fix your protective gear. You can't procure unfamiliar protective equipment and try not to."

"There is also a troll hide armor..."

"Even the layers of misrilled mesh and misrilled chains have been scratched. If it were a troll hide armor, my arm could have been dropped. Rejected."

Reject Marr's words trying to follow.

Either way, the flood in the Kingdom of Calendyl will be over by now, and there is no need for Marr to be forced to take risks.

I cheat, so I put myself up on the shelf, but I want experience.

"I'm going to scout the area first. We have to decide where to deploy our troops."

"Yes, be careful."

I nod, raise the junction sword and activate the long-range transfer. Do you want to travel to… Adventurer Alliance?

Hoops distorted my vision and the sight of a slightly nostalgic Crossroads Adventurer Guild came into my eyes.

People are sparse in the guild. Probably driven out by a demon crusade.

There's a little guild counter guy on me when he suddenly shows up. Sounds like you don't have an old Woots.

"Hey, long time no see. I'd like to see an old man from Woots or Captain Twaning from the Knights of Crossroads, or Captain Waltz from the most squad, where can I see him?

I told Captain Twaning that if I went around the West Gate, I would meet him, so I borrowed an armband from the Emergency Briefing to get to the West Gate immediately.

There were armed adventurers and soldiers near the West Gate, and clergy and alchemists treating aunts and injured people in cookouts.

I'll get the soldiers around there, tell them it's an emergency call and have them lead me under Captain Twaning.

"If you think of someone... it's been a long time, Lord Tysi. No, should I call you Lord Brave now?

"Call me whatever you want. What's the situation?

"Not bad, but not good either"

Whatever the quality of the demons, Captain Twaning says, there are too many of them that are struggling to deal with.

Because of the high number of pressures, we can't even mount a field battle, and we can't reduce the number of enemies with attacks from the walls.

A few times a day, it's not a good idea for a feathered red demon to come up and push you in big numbers. Only these guys are troublesome because they fly after high quality.

In fact, it seems that most of the wounded have been hit by that red demon. Not nearly as soon as the front collapses, but more wounded and diligent wear and tear every day.

"Red demon."

The type of monster I've been fighting for is not a big number.

It's a "flood," and I guess demons like they don't usually come out, but when demons that I've never seen come to a boil, where the hell do they come from?

All I can think of is that black darkness I saw in the capital. It's not hard to imagine that it's probably a kind of metastasis gate.

I wonder if I'm opening up somewhere near the city and spitting out one demon after another?

I don't really want to imagine where that dark back leads and what's out there.

However, given the convergence of the King's Capital situation once we defeat the Big Butts, I guess there's something behind that darkness that causes the Great Flood.

Um, should we look into the existence or origin of a demon?

Whatever it is, we won't be talking unless we get through the flood first.

From above the walls, I followed the directions for the location of the deployment, and I turned back again to the King's Capital.

It was to be considered with the commander of the mixed army and deployed on a hilltop outside Crossroads.

There was also a proposal to send forces throughout the city of Crossroads, but since the walls of Crossroads have a limited capacity to deploy compared to the Fourth Wall of King's Capital, it is not possible to deploy large units and there is not much point in reinforcement.

Given the low quality of the demons, it was decided it would be a good idea to clean them up in the field after my assault reduced the number of enemies.

Start free troop transport again.

There are about 2,000 mixed troops made up of regular soldiers and prostitutes, and prostitutes can hardly deploy their troops because they are marching at a single speed compared to regular soldiers.

By the time all the troops finished deploying, the remaining MP had cut 1,000.

"Well, what's going on?"

I sigh when I see a mixed army of regular and prostitute soldiers deployed on the hill.

Looks like we're starting a formation in preparation for the field, and the soldiers are starting to move with their weapons in their hands.

About a moment until the sun goes down.

Can we clean it up before the sun goes down? Not impossible given the pace so far.

I'm a little worried about magic, but there's nothing I wouldn't be able to do if I used more attacks and magic explosions with a jointed sword that consumes relatively little magic.

Waiting for magic to recover and fighting tomorrow morning is less certain.

The defensive power of the crossroads for that matter, and the risk of more damage to the mixed armies that have been forwarded here now, is also greater... difficult to judge.

At night, the demonic attack is definitely activated. How many people won't be able to make it past this night?

"Hmm..."

I stopped thinking hard. Similar to a lousy thought rest, or only to move your body when this happens.

It's an inconclusive issue to think about in the first place.

I'm going to take the regret of doing it here rather than the regret of not doing it.

Whether I move or not, the demon keeps attacking the crossroads, so it's better if I reduce the damage by one or more.

I don't care if I'm on my own, yeah. It would be better if I went in there and fought to draw attention in the first place, be it a defensive force or a mixed army. It would do less damage.

All right, I've made up my mind.

I will tell the Commander of the Mixed Army that I will storm, and I will look at the machine and tell him to move on to sweeping the demons.

The commander of this Mixed Army had some difficulty obtaining understanding because he only saw my battle in the Wang capital, but he also managed to gain recognition by the mouthpiece of the clerk who was watching my battle in Groudis.

"Be careful, if you fall, it will have a big impact on morale"

"It's okay, I'll run away when I suck. I'm gonna scream!

That's how I scream. I jump big enough to jump over the heads of the Mixed Army and start raiding a bunch of demons.

The enemy's core battle force is Goblin, some of which are medium-sized demons, such as Trolls, but few powerful individuals.

Compared to the demons that were attacking Groudis, the quality of the demons does not go as far as the moon and the spoon, but it has quite an opening.

He wields a junction sword and moves on to the center of the herd as he kicks through the miscellaneous fish.

From above. If you watch this sight, can you see me tearing apart a bunch of demons?

The stuck trolls fly and kick and blow away, and the involved goblins scream.

The exit route is already blocked by a large number of demons, surrounded by all the surroundings. The sight of the demons gathers on me when I scream to the center of the herd.

Don't stare so hard, you can light it up.

Crush the flying goblin with your back fist and mince the big wolf-like demon that jumped from another direction with a back turn and kick.

The density of demons has increased even further. Is it about time?

Circulate, accelerate, and compress magic in your body.

"Crossroads! I'm home!

It compressed considerably more magic than normal, freed all surroundings and activated a full force magic explosion.

Magic efficiency around the range is better than a huge explosion. The user-friendliness, though, is that you don't have to go in on purpose to blow it up.

As you can see, a wide range of demons blow up with shockwaves that have occurred around me.

All right, the rest is appropriate-- hmm?

The next moment I felt a chill on my spine similar to what I felt in Wang Du, a black darkness occurred over my head similar to what I saw in Wang Du.

Shit, are you coming? I only have about 800 MPs left. Yeah, stay.

"Extremely big! Blast!

It generates four light bullets overhead and fires towards the black darkness.

A light bullet pierces the darkness as it makes the sound of tearing the air apart, and the explosion sounds once, twice...... twice!?

The darkness descends, and no, it erupts.

Black darkness erupts from the pitch-black darkness, trying to close my sight.

Hazard detection sounds an alarm in the back of my head with cancer.

I left the scene with all my magic on my feet, and something decided where I had been standing.

The back of my head is chilling, so I squeeze, something has squeezed away where my back of my head has been.

This black darkness sucks. He manages to escape from the black darkness while inexplicably avoiding one unidentified attack after another.

"Oh no!? Whoa!?

Something sharp jumped out of the darkness and turned to me when I thought.

Cut off the black spear-like thing with a jointed sword and wipe it off.

If you look closely, there are marks all over the misrill plate that look like they were slashed. If I hadn't fixed it properly, I might have been hurt.

"Scan - Magic Pattern, matches whoever destroyed unit 343. Magic Power, Double X '

An uncomfortable voice like a broken speaker can be heard from the black darkness.

Oh, my God. This guy feels like a robot or something.

"Receive and eliminate annihilation orders from command"

"Oh, come on. That would be too one-sided."

Darkness contracts and takes one form.

It was a pink black lion with red glowing eyes.

Is part of the tenderness and flank missing because of the extreme bombing?

"Those who disturb the harmony that is planned must be eliminated"

The black lion jumps silently.

The unexpected speed and odd sensory discrepancy slowed me down for a moment.

And that moment was enough time to get the lion attack to me.

"Ugh!?

It gets blown away with a decent body hit by a black lion giant.

Something broke through the misrill plate and the pain ran like a lot of blades stuck in my torso.

There's something red in my sight that gets blown away, blood.

What the hell is this guy, getting a blade out of his body?

"Huh... Damn it! Ahhh."

I have a hard breath, sloppy blood falls to the ground. Cough and we bleed together.

Is the stab wound hurting your lungs or your airway?

Almost distant, but manages to activate healing magic. I perceive danger overhead and roll sideways aggressively.

There's no noise in the pitch-black chunks, and they crush where I've been... no noise?

"Whoops, the timing, it's off because of that"

There's no sound in this guy's behavior. Besides, if you look closely, kicking the ground doesn't raise one of the earthen smokes.

Is this who you just felt uncomfortable with? If Tane cracks, we can deal with it.

I will slash the tail that the Black Lion has wielded in pursuit as he rises with a jointed sword.

A thick tail chopped a thousand times from the inside and danced into the universe. The attack will pass, then what can we do?

Because the healing magic is gaining ground, or breathing is getting easier. HP had recovered 80% way.

I lay low because I perceived danger from behind where I was about to slash towards the Black Lion.

"Gwwwwww!"

Countless bolts pierce the black lion.

Apparently, the Mixed Army started moving forward while fighting the Black Lion.

Apparently, a citizen soldier fired backup shots at my battling Black Lion in a crossbow.

Looks like he had a bolt that hit my back about three shots. You're gonna make me a sneak dead man, Mixed Army?

I jump into my nose into the gap where the black lion is frightened, slashing around my chest. At the same time, the convergence of magic begins.

The creeping black lion's chest part vanished, and countless black spears popped out of the black lion's chest just to fight back. Activated.

For a moment my vision brakes and shifts sideways for about three meters. I transfer short distances.

In response, the black spear stretched further from the black lion's torso toward me.

"Shiraku!

Wipe out the spear that came toward you with a wielding of a magical jointed sword, and flesh thin again.

The Black Lion jumped heavily on the sidesteps trying to escape from the intermission of my junction sword. The giant body jumps more than ten meters without a sound.

But it doesn't make any sense to me right now.

"Jump" stuffs the distance earned by the Black Lion with a short distance transfer. The red eyes of the black lion opened for a moment.

Hanging, stepping in and crossing, black spears stretching, grabbing and swinging, knocking black lions to the ground, no sound.

I'll rarely cut you off before the Black Lion tries to get up.

The touched spot of the junction sword disappears slowly, making the black lion, who was a giant body, smaller and smaller.

At the very least, resistance or a black mass that was part of the black lion stretches out the spear, but there is nothing if the spring breaks.

The stretching spear also wields the jointed sword and erases it.

The majority of black lions have already vanished and only part of their heads is already left.

Is he an amorphous creature that attacks even in this state?

"Hey Cora, answer me. What the fuck are you? What do you mean by command or planned harmony?

"Submit Battle Log... Function Stopped"

What was a black lion did not answer my question, melted loosely and stuck to the ground.

I'll have trouble coming back later, so I'll blow up the dirty ground with a bursting light bullet.

Looking around, at some point the number of demons was decreasing considerably.

Apparently the Mixed Army swept the demons in the field while I was fighting the Black Lion.

Looking at the armor again, Mithril Armor was full of holes in the Zutazuta. The blood coming out of the wound is also hardening.

You often live with such wounds, is this what you can do for a four-digit VIT aunt?

When I think calmly, my heart and lungs, on the other hand, get stuck in my gut and die instantly.

"But how refreshing."

The battle is already on the way to convergence.

I put the junction sword in my sheath and think about what the black lion said.

You did say that my 'magic pattern' was with the destruction of 'unit 343'.

I'm not sure what a magic pattern is, but I can assume it's unique information like fingerprints. The fact that the Black Lion knew about it means that the "Hand" and the Black Lion who appeared in the Wang Capital share information.

And the word "command" came out. In other words, "Hand" and "Black Lion" are "Units" moving under the same "Command" instructions.

So, as far as the situation around us is concerned, "unit" is considered to be the existence that directs and oversees the flood from district to district.

"Planned harmony..."

'Command' is causing a massive flood with some purpose.

I guess the aim is' planned harmony ', but you mean the means are flooded.

'Planned harmony' to be achieved by attacking countries in the Great Flood and reducing human beings. Hey. No, it's not just humans that are decreasing, it's demons too.

Harmony obtained by shredding human and demonic forces on both sides.

"Like to prevent wars between humans?

It's a cheap guess, but that's all I can think of.

There won't be time for a war of aggression if there's a lot of demons going on regularly.

But those who sacrifice it didn't accumulate. Is there any other reason?

"Well, look, I'm tired now"

My body is so dally because I magically forced myself to heal my serious illness on top of only about 200 MP.

Ah!? That black lion bastard didn't drop a single piece of material for the hard work! I got two levels up...... Gigi.

Damn, the dragon you got at Groudis is the biggest harvest.

He was greeted in a very welcoming state when he dragged his dally body back to Crossroads.

Apparently he was watching me spit on the fact that I was magically blowing up tons of enemies and fighting the Black Lion to death.

"You're so hurt!? Hey, get him to the clinic!

"Hey, stop it, I'm not hurt"

"That's what the injured say! It's okay, I'll take care of it!

Half-compulsory, he is held in charge of a spot in a field hospital, where he is stripped of his armor by the inflexible men.

It's okay, don't hold me back because it doesn't hurt or anything, hey, don't, I'm a nonke. Don't touch the chest plate!

"Is that it? You don't have a scratchy wound for your appearance, do you?

Lynette was the one touching the chest plate if I really wanted to resist for a second.

Apparently he was mistaken for being seriously ill when he saw me, and he was brought in.

"I cured it with my own healing magic."

"There's blood everywhere, so I was mistaken."

That being said, Lynette touched my chest plate again with a bitter smile. My whole body gets dirty all at once.

Speaking of which, there was purification in the magic of life, and I totally forgot it was a battle brain.

"Is the squad the safest?

"Captain Waltz has been injured, but you have nothing else in your life. Overall, I don't think there were any deaths."

"That's good...... uh, I'm tired and hungry"

In the meantime, the stripped misrill plates behave in storage and wear normal clothes.

Let's put all the partial armor in storage too, I don't want to fight anymore today.

"I kind of went troll exorcising with you a few months ago, but you turned out to be a great guy. It's probably been amazing since then."

Lynette says that smudgingly as she helps me get out of my forced bed.

"I haven't changed that much just because there's a lot of noise around me, but, well, I might have gotten stronger. Yeah, and we're getting rich, too. Let's make Lynette the best she can be with gold."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Marr will stab you, won't you?

"Right! Marl's been getting sword arms up lately, so if you're doing something stupid, you might get busted in the back."

Couscous, give that back to Lynette who laughs and I laugh too.

While I was doing that, a mixed army wounded man was brought in, so I followed the scene.

I don't care about Woots's old man, do you want to go to the burning golden floor pavilion?

"Welcome...... oh, it's been a while. Rumors of activity have reached Crossroads."

The pavilion owner greeted me the same way I first visited the burning golden floor pavilion.

No, I don't think I heard the pavilion owner's name. It's not inconvenient, though.

"I've just been very active outside. Can we eat some meshi in the dining room?

"I'm still in the process of planting it. Hey, hey, piña!

The pavilion owner called Piña's name and headed to the dining room, so I'll follow him.

Upon entering the dining room, there was a figure of piña down-treating some gut. Apparently, it's soaked in sauce or something.

"What? In the middle of purchasing now...... that's not Tysi. Long time no see, what's wrong with you, Marl?

"Marr left a message in King's Landing, and I'm traveling to Crossroads for bravery."

The pavilion owner brought me a glass of ale from the kitchen as I sat down on the counter saying so.

Oh, ale creaks on my tired body.

There are no other customers besides me, either because I'm still busy with all kinds of processing or simply because it's time to plant.

"Oh? So the demon outside is gone?

"Whoa, I think I knocked you down for about half of it. So let me eat meshi, I'm hungry"

"Yes, yes, five copper coins."

I lay five copper coins on the counter and slam them down, moaning at the invisible piña who has the attitude to labor me.

The meal that came out after a while was unparalleled compared to when I was taking the inn.

Potoff with plenty of vegetables on a thick steak that I don't know what kind of meat it is but makes noise all the time. It even has fruit on a large amount of pasta.

"Big service."

"Mr. Pigna, seriously, angel"

"Yes, sir."

I go back to the kitchen laughing and worship Piña's little hindsight with both hands before putting a knife in the thick steak. The gravy grew all the time.

The surface is well cooked but exquisite medium rare. Not only is it cooked, but it also has a good undertaste in the meat, and the sauce with a bit of spicy goes really well.

Potoffs contain vegetables like carrots and potatoes that are well-fed and cabbage with firm flavors, with a slightly understated and refreshing impression of saltiness.

The large amount of pasta looks like a pepperoncino with garlic and saltiness. The chili I know is red, but this world's seems green.

Overall, it's spicy with a dark flavour, and to be honest, Mr. Jack's dishes are more elegant and delicate.

But I want to eat guts. I think these flavors are superb at times like this. Really satisfied.

"Uh, I ate. I ate."

"That was good eating. Are you staying with us today?

"No, I'm going home. I'll be back with Marl for another meal."

That's what I said and took a seat.

MP has recovered somewhat, and I guess I'll say hello to Commander Twaning and go home.