Changes were coming in other war situations, just like when Eng was fighting Tempe.
"What's this!?
It was Kercher, who belonged to the Silforno squad, who raised his surprise. Kercher is also recognized in Leiria as a magician with a strength close to the Thirteenth Apostle.
Kercher's weapon is a rifle-shaped, two-dozen demonic guns, the biggest feature of which is that they have no range and are more powerful than normal demonic guns. On the other hand, however, it is less suitable for carrying than normal demonic guns and has inferior magic efficiency when firing in series.
But Kercher was able to cover the drawbacks of a rifle-shaped demon gun with such unusual taste.
The reason why such a Kercher raised his voice of surprise was because the magic bullet he fired was bounced into something in the air. Understandably if it was played by magic, it was a chunk of air rather than magic that prevented Kercher's magic bullets.
How the hell did you make a chunk of air? With extensive experience in action, Kercher immediately understands that a mass of air has been magically increased in air density.
"Come out. Density Operated Mage"
Who the hell are you to see me at a glance?
That's what he said and showed up in front of Kercher was a new Densil who had just joined the Revolutionary Army during this time, just like Seyya and the engineers.
Densil weighs his fingers against Kercher as he stands in front of the revolutionary armies.
"What imitation is that?
"It's a lock on you."
"I'm glad they scream love, but I guess younger than my hobby"
The figure of Densil, who imitates a pistol with his fingers, is like playing with a child. That's why Kercher has also lifted his guard against Densil.
"So you won't answer this question?
"Oh, who I am. Who do you think it is?
"A heretic molecule brought in by a mammon with a bad personality."
"That's the place!
Kercher fires one magic bullet at Densil. But the magic bullet never reached Densil.
The fired Kercher magic bullet landed on the ground well in front of Densil. The place where the bullets landed is determined by the power of the bullets.
"Is this disturbing my ability to recognize? No, it's the Triple Pipe that's upset."
Understand why a bullet was fired out in a direction that Kercher could not immediately have taken just one step forward.
"Surprised. I didn't expect you to understand that much in one shot."
"Unfortunately, the experience we've had is not the same as the magicians there."
"I see. It makes sense that the demon king adventurers are being driven away."
"It's like you know all the other war situations."
"I have a lot to predict. There's got to be some other monster like you to get this far."
Densil, blinded by his abilities in an instant, analyzes the strength of the Kerchers in return. But how much other magicians I've analyzed has nothing to do with the battle between Densil and Kercher, so I might call it half-baked.
"Well, if it's a monster, it's here too. In that sense, you seem to have pulled a hit."
"Are you trying to tell me that the monster is you?
"No way. I'm cute compared to that monster. Once confronted, I know, but that's the kind of thing I don't want to deal with."
More than that, Densil puts up his finger gun and shoots it out if he's not willing to talk.
That's why the M.O. won't work.
Kercher fires a magic bullet at his head and destroys something that appears overhead. Kercher doesn't miss that Densil slightly distorted his expression when he saw it.
"Daimyo, it's like eighteen to mess up the enemy's triple tube and terminate it with an air bomb, but I can't take it down with such a clever hand. No, not just me, not the rest of us."
"You're gonna say a lot."
"I'm still wrapped in oblate."
"Hmm. Then let's ask. Since when have you been under the illusion that I'm fighting alone?"
It was the next moment. Demonic kingship adventurers fly out of the debris scattered around Kercher simultaneously, exercising their magic towards Kercher. Among them you can also see Hamas and Kurla, the branch manager.
The team to which Densil was assigned was originally centered by the branch to which Saiyas belonged. That's why I've been working out a plan for a long time before I arrived in Dakulia II.
Kercher's rifle-shaped demon guns fire at a slower rate than regular demon guns. That is a common perception both in Leiria and in Dacrya, when dealing with rifle-shaped demonic guns, it is assumed to be an iron rule to poke a gap in a series of shots.
Not to mention Kercher's triple tube remains disturbed. Whatever hand supplements the enemy's position, the disturbed triple tube is not so easy to undo. If a large number of attacks have overlapped there, it should be difficult to deal with them no matter how powerful they are.
But I could afford the look on Kercher's face.
There is no rush colour when it comes to the fact that many humans are attacking at the same time. On the contrary, he exercises magic when he sets up two demonic guns towards the ground that seem boring.
"I, the one under fire, pierce and defeat the enemy."
Shot out of a rifle-shaped demon gun was a red magic laser. That laser doesn't land when it hits the ground, it reflexes and splits. The split laser then hits, reflects, and further splits with the laser shot out of the other demonic gun over Kercher's head.
From there it was a sight that could also be called art.
The split laser further hits and reflexes with the other lasers to split. That number continued to increase to eight times the amount in a second.
The countless red lasers that instantly appear around Kercher land on the adventurers who tried to strike Kercher randomly.
Some of the lasers fell out into the air without landing a bullet, but now that lasers bump into each other and reflect, pouring down on the ground again.
I didn't aim for someone. Its magic was so beautiful just randomly shooting through what was around it.
"No way......"
A fellow was quickly defeated. Densil could only stare at Kercher. More than the surprise that the maneuver we've been working on was prevented by such bullshit magic, there was no word in Kercher's guts to use that magic in this situation.
Now magic is magic that could hurt even yourself if you do it poorly. Even though the magic was said to be successful for the first time under sharpened concentration, Kercher exercised his magic with the tri-duplex disturbed.
Densil desperately suppresses the urge to scream if you're not afraid to blow yourself up.
Kercher, by contrast, said his last words when he set the rifle-shaped demonic gun in his right hand against Densil.
"It's over."
The trigger was pulled and Kercher's magic bullet shot Densil through the head.