Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Japita's mercenaries are experts in combat, fearless of death, and belong to a massive mercenary regiment of more than a hundred people. They belong to melee fights that have been fought, firepower support from a distance, regardless of bow or magic and field, and some of them specialize in assassinations, and are famous for being loaded with gold no matter what the request, and taking on if there is an exchange of lives there. All to boil the blood, to make a noble killing. It can be said that it is miraculous that such a dangerous group of Battlemaniacs is clustered together as one army. How good is the eyelid man who serves as their head, or just wants to die unexpectedly with his own life - whichever the answer is, Japita's mercenary was at the doorstep of his destiny.

A tremendous monster standing in the arena unharmed with a kellow, even if it suitably returns the unintended blow from the assassin, keeps snorting the rain of arrows and releasing enough range magic to fill the entire area from all directions. How many assassins on earth did a pile of corpses pile up around such an arezel consist of? The audience, who were watching this tragedy in the guest seat, were all standing up without sitting down anymore. All open mouths seem unstoppable, sweating like waterfalls. That seemed the same for coral, the organizer of this dark arena, so worried that there would be dehydration due to too much sweating.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Now it's a big bump. You have a lot of people."

The next challenge is a big man with thick armor all over his body. He shakes the hammer high, a huge mass of metal, and crushes the body of a tiny allezel, and is furiously mad. You got such a big guy in your bump, Arezel bends his index finger inward as he hoists the end of his mouth, come on! And, sign the provocation.

"I'm not dead!

"I'm too busy to avoid it."

Being dismantled is not limited to talking about anything human or protective. The shaken down hammer was easily disassembled, and the part of the hammer that became the center of gravity fell through and flew towards the barrier. The metal bars, which have become only a hammer pattern, are emptied and still beaten to the ground with loud noises and shocks.

"You know, if it's just power, maybe it's better than me. Other than that, I'm in trouble."

By the time such Arezel's words were finished, all the heavily stretched armor of the big man had been removed. Arezel's hand, which stood on the hammer pattern at some point, still beats with a dodgy, moving bloody heart.

"I'm sorry I just got it, and I just put a souvenir in his place. Hey, have fun!

"Huh!?

Even if the big man who saw the heart notices the seriousness of the matter, the arezel with it jumps wide behind his back and takes the distance. If this were to happen, everything would be too late, and instead of a heartbeat, the burning sound of the ignition line would ring in the left chest, indicating that there was no longer a time limit for the big man. All the remaining bombs that he stole were placed in the heart of the big man, and the work of Arezel, who made it a souvenir, is truly livestock.

"Well, next time -"

"- Eh!"

We're losing support from the outside, and we're losing a lot of people. And when Arezel looked out of the jail at the explosion sound on his ass, there was a mercenary with two giant firearms pointing the muzzle this way, and now he was on the verge of being shot out.

"Hey, hey, you're bringing it up to that!

Keeping up the heavy firing noise is a storm of bullets that won't even stop in the eyes of the Gatling cannon. If they are crucified and unleashed, they are a mince substitute in the next moment, no matter what creature they may be. Made in Zex naturally. Not only are they not for sale to individuals, but also to the state and organizations, but the mercenaries in Japita apparently got this from somewhere.

"Well, I know the gatoring cannon (that) too!

Especially if they were armed to such an extent that they knew, there was no way Arezel, who was in an alliance between the Great Eight demons, could not have known, and the bullet storm had been played on the spot though. What was in her hands was a piece of metal that she procured in the middle of the battle. Probably part of the stripped armor. So, let them come in contact with each and every looming bullet, deflect, deflect, deflect...

In the end, as long as the remnants of the Gatling cannon were consumed, and even if the barrel continued to fire until it burned out on top of it, no single bullet would ever hit the Allezel. I would have liked to have at least had enough good fights to plunder, but unfortunately Arezel is intact.

"It's slower than me. Skip it, it's weirder to hit it. Ma, was this a little funny with the game feel?

"Hehe, it's a real monster...!

By the time the exited gunpoint was weakly wound up turning with the curcum, the mercenary, who was the shooter, spilled such a grunt with a grin.

"This is still from the corner of the Great Eight Demons, naturally I'm a monster too - where is such a cute monster!

Allezel ears, who don't hear inconvenient screams and pick up whining that looks interesting, still seem to be in excellent shape.

"... I'll deal with you. Initiate evacuation of coral and passengers in the meantime."

"Oh, you!? That's what we're talking about!? Promise me you'll defeat Arezel!

"I'm sorry, Master Coral. Thank you. It seemed that our budget was sweet, and as things stand, it's nearly impossible. The contract is unlikely to be achieved, so I will not be rewarded. When it comes to what I can do with you this time of year, it's to get you as far away from here as possible."

"Ha-ha-ha, didn't you just say that you were looking for a place to die? Japita mercenaries are told to die in battle, don't even listen to rumors? A lot of people want to die, and coral solder is a disaster."

"Ababa, ababa..."

At the earliest possible time, there was no survivor other than Arezel in the cage. The survival of more than a hundred mercenaries is divided by half, and they are in a half-destructed state of lettering. No weapon, no surprise attack, no saturation attack will keep up with Arezel's speed. No matter what kind of protection you consolidate yourself in, burglary that ignores endurance and reason leaves everything to naught. On the contrary, the beginning and end of being used as a means of attacking and defending Arezel. Besides, evil wisdom works horribly, evil by the time it comes to hunting down the spirit. It is clear that there is no more fighting.

"Still, I'll give you a few dozen seconds. Now evacuate..."

"- I'm sorry, but I've just crushed that option."

"Huh! Are you..."

"Abba, abba...?

A glossy voice heard from the rear row of the passenger seat stains his ear like a drug. The corals and the audience fell asleep on the spot to see if they were hit by something. A silver-haired woman believed to be the culprit is bending her mouth to the letter as if she were being shown an unfulfilled spectacle.

"Ugh, how long the hell have you been there? Are you blocking the entrance to and exit from the ground at the escorts yesterday because of signs?

"You don't know what you're talking about. Besides, I own it. Don't take me for an Allezel escort. Hey, black, red?

The entrance to and exit from the arena was hindered by a suspicious man wearing a black hood deep in a black robe and a knight wrapped in red dyed full body armor.

"Lilivivia, I'm sorry. I could have let you hang out with this. Next time, I'll make it up to you."

"Don't expect me to wait. See, instead of these guys, as much as I want to sleep. So let's just get this over with."

Hearing those two conversations, the eyelid man suddenly appeared to understand who she was. Then he quietly takes out his gains and hoists the end of his mouth just as Arezel did.

"Gradually, we seem to have acquired a place of death. I didn't know there were two Daihachi demons, what luck!

Following a weir-cut head, all the surviving Japita mercenaries were determined and rushed out.