Entering a Company From Another World!?

After leaving the room, our party aims for a magical formation to go straight to the evacuation shelter.

The surrounding air feels tingling and passing through a different path than it would normally be.

It's not like the evacuation drill we did last year.

A real battle.

Everyone looks serious and proceeds silently and mindful of the surrounding signs.

Quiet, without making as many footsteps as possible, and quickly, we move together.

The hierarchy we lived in is a room located on the upper level.

So I reached that magical faction before being captured by an enemy faction that didn't know what to call an intruding terrorist.

"... no. It won't start."

I wish I could get out of there, but with hate, things don't go so easy.

It was good until Memoria touched the magic stone that became the interior of the wall, exuded magic, and the magic team unfolded, but the gate did not open.

If not, Memoria's face shaking her neck was dark.

"It is activated because the seal key is not engaged, but the gate does not open because something is jamming it."

And Memoria explains how it feels when it starts up.

The content was not due to company measures, but indicated interference from others.

"Needless to say, something"

"Yes, probably."

There was a common perception between me and Memoria that the cause should be seen as interference from the other party.

"Is it reasonable to evacuate directly?

"You can use the communication corridor to decide whether to go to a relocation team inside the company or in the shopping district, or to go directly to an evacuation facility in the dungeon area."

If it doesn't go as planned, we don't have to take the next best measure, but we're doing it on the lower level.

So judgment is decided every time.

"... it's dangerous to go directly. Let's head towards the communication corridor. Suela, would you mind telling me what's going on?

"I'm trying, but the jamming is terrible."

"Communication shutdown is a fixed stone. My son-in-law."

Bad behavior can lead to danger while no new information comes in, but we can't cage in a room.

At the very least, we'll rush back to the less dangerous.

The elevator is considered dangerous and moved on the stairs.

He ran down the stairs in fear of an ambush.

"Stop!"

And as you proceed, you are instructed to stop aggressively with signs.

The current location is a staircase connecting the fourth and third floors. If you are going through a communication corridor, you can go down to the bottom or use the communication corridor on the third floor.

However, the sound that enters my ear picks up an impossible sound from the equipment of the Demon King army that I usually hear.

I heard a faint burst of parallax and parallax, gently peeking down from the shadow of the handrail.

Huh

Downstairs was a sea of blood.

The hand visible from the tip of the corner lies without force, and it does not move again.

"I can't believe you've been attacked so far."

"What about the other testers?

The first floor is a party room that is currently unused.

The second and third floors should have been inhabited by single testers.

I can't see the other testers.

I feel uncomfortable with that.

"Captured, hidden or..."

Mr Muir's face presents a possibility that is steep.

The last thing that clouded me was probably because I saw the amount of blood, and I thought it might be possible, but it wasn't fate.

"... let's go. I'll pick up the other testers if I can."

Decide on the next course of action while not wanting to see the end result if possible.

Either way, I can only say that the choice to stop here is foolishness.

Close your eyes, clear your ears, and explore signs of presence below the stairs.

One, two, three and a little magic inside your body, but there are signs that you're trying to break the door with a motion that doesn't get lost.

"I'm going, Suela. Wait here."

If that sound is correct, I or Himiku can handle the weapon.

Then I'll decide I should go if I have a weapon.

"Be careful."

Ah.

Practice magic, one leg to the bottom of the stairs, two legs to bend, and three legs to jump in between.

The first and second steps are lightly tangy and rhythmic, and only the last three steps.

"Slow"

I heard trousers and heavy footsteps, alert in both directions, a helmet that I noticed, a mask, bulletproof chocks, black clothes, gloves and body armor.

In the darkness, in the light of the lights that remain.

The number is five.

And before you look at the black object that you hold in your arms, before you even think about it, before the fingers of the two enemies that you first noticed here are pulled, you're in between the mineral trees.

Slash

The black object, each small gun, cut off the arms of two people and shoved their necks with a blade that they returned.

This is not a dungeon.

Two lives were scattered instantly without resurrection.

Before such a clear death, the enemy stops moving for a moment.

At that moment, he gave orders to his body in his cold head, then stepped one step further and flipped the blade.

The enemy facing the door is pointing only at his face.

The two enemies on the other side are turning around now.

While everything looks slow motion, I'm the only one who moves fast.

Cut the face of the enemy in front of him to the side and dance from his nose to the air.

"Hyi!?

Before the blood sprays out, one of the people who saw the sight is afraid, and the other takes a step back and holds the gun.

Instantly grasp the priority, slip through the frightened enemy's side, and slash the arm of the enemy who is about to shoot, kick, and lie in the sea of blood.

"This monster!!

Even though it was a movement of less than a second, I thought it was a good reaction, but I thought it was just a trigger to hit the dark clouds, and I flew to the ceiling with my feet under pressure.

The opponent must have fired a gun with a sidebar, but the enemy seemed to have disappeared.

How long did it take my brain to recognize and find out where I went?

There's only one thing I can say.

"Don't call me that."

Before that, this man's life would be over.

Is there anyone alive who is flashing from the ceiling and being cut from the base of the left neck to the opposite flank?

The battle that ended in an instant, the last man to survive, stood in front of the struggling man. Step on your heart as hard as you can.

"Who is it!?

It was troublesome to be moved, but I tried pressing it against the floor in such a way as to pinch it.

"Ah, yama-sama."

The voice of a man who speaks like a goldfish in a snap.

I must have looked vicious in those eyes.

"Hate and hatred, I'm not your species yet."

As a result of being killed, the devil called out.

I am not complaining.

That's all I did.

If you are asked whether you feel disgusted or guilty, you can answer yes, but you are not mistaken about this decision.

On the contrary, I wanted to ask why I did this, but I saw the eyes of the man who uttered the word and realized that it was useless to interrogate him.

"Fanatic."

He lowered his foot and shook the mineral tree so that he would not suffer at least, and shook his neck.

I saw something I didn't like.

I had the same eyes as the knights of that country I saw when I went to Memoria and Isal.

Cloudy eyes that believe in God and say nothing else.

Then, if you look around, a tragic situation is unfolding where R designation is undoubtedly made.

Hey, D team, what's wrong!? Something wrong? Come in!

In that tragedy, a voice was heard from under his feet, from a radio worn on the chest of a man facing the door.

Ignoring that voice, at the end of the hallway, there are several rooms where doors have been ruined.

I don't feel any signs from behind.

It was judged that they would have taken him away because he didn't smell blood, and I tapped on the door that was about to be opened earlier instead.

"Tanaka from Tester Division 1. Is the guy in there all right?

I tried to knock quietly with the concon for a few seconds and there was no reaction.

When I began to wonder if it was no good, the door opened.

"Is that you, Chief?

You, Hamamatsu?

What comes out of this is a man with no character.

Recently, I have often seen you act with Kato, the rattan ranger.

"Hyi!? Hey, is this the section chief?

Well, yeah.

Looking at Hamamatsu's reaction, I thought it was natural.

While imagining the reaction after this, I honestly affirm that denying it while returning blood will hinder future battles.

"Hy, a murderer!?

There is a fear toward me in Hamamatsu's face as she pulls herself out and sits back.

Even if I gave Gudagda the perplexed explanation here, my heart refuses to say that there are no acceptable elements.

"... hah"

That's why I can't abandon my men.

With one sigh to change his feelings and his emotional shredded face, he gives a choice to a man whose hair has grown to the level of ordinary people who can only be frightened in front of him.

"Choose Hamamatsu, I will kill my enemies to evacuate to the safe zone from now on. You're lucky to follow it, you're lucky to survive, you're lucky to lock yourself in the room and wait for help."

It will be painful, and it is a fact that suddenly I don't understand why.

But as it stands, there is no time to exhale that emotion.

Anger, sadness and fear are the most unnecessary shackles in this situation.

Even if you drag him out of his room, that armed opponent, not to mention the angel, while he was at the enemy, his poor foot and hand would mean total annihilation.

That's why we have to make our own choice here.

That decision will change the future.

I saw Hamamatsu shake his head to the side to refuse to accompany him at all costs, and I thought I would never see him again in the workplace.

"Well then, never leave the room. Hide in the closet at the back of the room. Don't answer until morning, no matter who comes."

Unfortunately, you may have soaked the color of your grief a little, but switch your mind and slowly close the door.

"Survive Hamamatsu."

The footsteps that can be heard from afar are not on my side.

I can tell from the signs.

A glimpse of the back reveals Goblins, Oaks, and Lizardman in the dark elves that fell down the stairs.

All of them worked in the security department, but they were firmly equipped.

Everyone's body was covered in holes as if they were proof of gunfire.

But that's strange.

Within this company, attacks without Magic Damage are drastically reduced.

I have heard that small bullets such as firearms can only impart a small amount of magic, and it is difficult to improve their power.

Seoul, the subordinate, still understands, but there is only doubt that the defense department's demons can pull out enough performance to do it unilaterally.

"Either way, it's a good idea to take it for nothing."

Next, pick up the bullet that rolls at your feet.

It was one of the bullets scattered on the floor because the magazine was also torn apart when the small arms were ripped apart in the earlier battle. If there is a cause, this is it.

Do you have time to think about it?

"Suela, we have a clear course! Let's go!"

We can look into it later.

Place a carefully engraved bullet in your pocket and signal to the rear.

Suela and the others are about to come out.

And when she came in front of Hamamatsu's room, Mr. Moyle asked if it was okay.

"It's not good, but it seems dangerous to take him."

"Really... my son-in-law, I don't think you're doing the right thing here, but you're doing a fine job of protecting your family from me. Don't forget that."

"Yes"

Seeing me in shock and laughing one more time, I immediately suppress my emotions and run away.

Additional power is being sent downstairs.

Because of some technology that enabled firearms against the Demons, the security department's response is also turning around.

The flag color is completely bad.

I would like to join Amelia and Kaido if possible, but it is not a good idea to look around in the dark clouds at present, where you can't even talk.

Stay safe.

You can't go to help yourself in the present situation.

A desire to mouth melts into the air without anyone asking.

Usually it takes less than three minutes to reach the communication corridor by running through the walking path.

If we can evacuate further, an atmosphere of relief will be created.

"I finally found it. Stupid sister."

When I thought I heard a groaning voice as if I was crushing that hope.

"Get down!"

A light was struck from the side that blew out the communication corridor.

The owner of the voice that created the aurora slowly descends from above.

"I had trouble finding it because of the magic in this building, but I found it, Himiku."

"... Nicia, sister"

The worst timing.

I can only say that I am unlucky to encounter the opponent's highest combat power.

"It's a bad boy to dye his wings in such a filthy color."

And we have three pairs of wings that talk only to Himiku as if we weren't here.

Contrary to his gentle appearance, he smiles gracefully in an overwhelming atmosphere and a rightly strong appearance, but his eyes are not gentle.

"Be prepared to punish yourself when you return to heaven."

And tell her that everything she says is a decision.

Well, before we do that, shall we go and clean up the insects?

If you think you finally put us in sight, no mercy, no mercy.

I spread magic without saying it was just someone to be exterminated.

The amount of Magic Faction that caused the vast magic to say something.

Killing intentions that don't just call everything ashes.

Raise the ore tree and it will be released before it is cut.

"Deny, disagree with the words."

Before that, a giant arm broke through the wall and assaulted the angel Nicia.

Amiri Mazakraft, the King of Machines who used a giant bowl as an umbrella to prevent rocks from falling, emerged from the smoke as the rattles and buildings collapsed and the technique and small footsteps rang.

She was a young man walking with several cords hanging from her back and floating loosely so as not to put them on the ground, but she was also one of the seven generals listed.

Stop walking quietly and stare for a few seconds before telling Nicia to float in the sky.

You're the one being exterminated.

At the same time as the operating sound sounded as if some machine had been activated, Amiri's code spread in all directions.

That's what I'm starting to see, Amiri's combat posture.

Her usual quiet attitude changed, and her atmosphere evoked a sleigh.

"Activate," "Monster Without Vision"

One word today.

I can stop getting hurt, but it takes time to heal the wound.