Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"" "Wow!

Zdwong!!

The vibrations and roars that surround the area, the screams of the people that rise at the same time. About 60 people with adventurer-inspired gear were attacked by demons in the middle of the desert.... it's also a giant monster in the mountains.

The beginning was a word like this, spoken by one young man who was there, nothing to say.

"Sandworm, let's hunt."

Sandworm in this region has long been a profound demon of man. That wasn't limited to what people did, it was the same for adventurers, mercenaries, or those hunting demons such as hunters. Big, powerful, strong vitality...... And demons with great needs from the market as well. It would be obvious that such a sandworm is not something that can be ignored by those who put themselves in the hunt.

Against that background, for the benign hunters who visited the land, Sandworm was the road bank and fame itself. It was never a weak demon, so it wasn't easy to hunt, but it was a fascinating opponent to be told that if the conditions were met, such as a gathering of members, for now, the sandworm.

The place where such a sandworm was hidden was obvious to those who saw it. When you dig holes in the ground to hide that large body, the resulting excavated soil and sand accumulate around you, forming a bowl-like basin. The size of that basin can therefore be replaced with the size of the body of the sandworm…. Sandworm hunters challenge the battle by judging the size of the basin against whom they can win or not. With minimal risk, we want maximum returns because what everyone thinks, East and West, and humans, is what they think.

That was no exception to the people who were there. Nevertheless, he also seemed to think that since there are 60 warriors, there is no way to lose the coarse sandwich worm. He, they are mercenaries, all combatants. If we all hang up, perhaps even a dragon can stop its roots... Such confidence seemed to them.

... Yes. In the heads of the mercenaries a sandworm is a demon inferior to a dragon. In case we didn't think we'd be late.

That's why they seemed to be trying to take down by setting time limits as well as just hunting sandworms. That's all I can do.

Therefore, if they have a fallacy, it may be said that it lies not in the fact that they were licking the sandworm --but in the failure to grasp the land (...) shape (...) around them. Specifically, in the figure of a huge basin extending 5 km in diameter….

And now that that time limit has passed. The mercenaries, who were supposed to be dealing with sandworms that were just a little strong, seemed to have stained and felt their own stupidity.

Dogowong!!

"Ahhh..."

"Run! Don't stop!

"You idiot! You're gonna die!"

Dogowong!!

Sandworm's once-in-a-lifetime attacks, due to their immensity, were very slow. However, the range to be tidied by that attack is around one attack, roughly for one side of the football field...... It must not have bothered the mercenaries because it would strike again and again, albeit for a long period of time.

Besides, the place where they stood was troublesome in itself. The surface of the huge basin, as if it were a flowing river, sand was flowing towards the sandworm...... Whether he fled or fled, he did not stray from the sandworm. Exactly ant hell. No, it was sandworm hell.

On the other hand, I could say that I was fortunate to be unhappy. It was where the mercenaries hit their backs for the giant sandwich. Finally, the mercenaries were in a position that was difficult for Sandworm to attack. If this was on the front side, it would have been a side-to-side twister attack, not an attack of slapping your head from the top.

And now. People who were cornered by circumstances that weren't strange whenever they died, stopped running straight out the hill and ran sideways, drawing isometric lines.

"Die......! Seriously die......!

"Ya, don't... I'm really gonna die..."

"... don't you guys say anything extra!

Dogowong!!

If you're screaming, mercenaries who keep running desperately. In doing so, were they reoriented many times because they knew they were on the back side of the sandworm?

They were aware of that. If we keep going like this, we're at a disadvantage... For a giant sandworm, our backs are a little itchy, whereas we are doing everything we can to make ourselves feel like we are fueling our lives. In the end, the faster they ran, the more impending the impetus seemed.

And the end of it, unexpectedly, was to come early. … however, in a different way from the consumption

Wow wow!!

A roaring sandworm finally cut the numbness and tried to blow up every surrounding ground to blow up the mercenaries there.

Sandworm that violently trembles the body and the ground that starts to thrive abruptly. The mercenaries who saw it finally felt the final moment of their visit to themselves---that was the time.

"--Oh, a little... I'm going to be a little late to go back. But don't worry.... Well, there's no such thing as meeting a big guy like you've never even seen... What, that? Waltz? Waltz?!

An unseen cat beast came to the mercenaries' death site.

Next to her like that ——

"Maybe the sand got in and broke?

—— and it comes with a woman with a neat face like a doll...

"I don't think so... if you're worried about the radio"

"Yeah, that's right"

"The only way for us all to escape... is there!

The cat beast man who spoke so, and the action taken by a woman like a doll -- was to bring one way out to the desperate mercenaries.