Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

The head of Trent walks toward a low barrier.

Are you targeting a point where your defenses are thin, or are you coming instinctively because people are concentrated there again?

The latter is highly probable given that Trent's march is in a formation that is roughly unsuitable for battle in columns.

No, is that a convenient wish for me?

I wonder which way Trent is heading.

Maybe I'm the one Trent is aiming for right now.

For now, I'm throwing an arrow to guide you.

I don't know how effective it is, but it seems to be effective enough for the first Trent to crush me in about five steps.

Trent took a step and fell to keep the distance.

Yeah, I fell.

Well, if you suddenly stick a log out of the side at your feet walking secretly, your feet will catch and roll.

Trent also hits logs if he walks.

Beyond the sand that rises with flashy falls, the men on duty rush away.

They are the heroes who let a logged wagon storm from the side of Trent.

Yes, they were the ones who turned Trent. And log on the wagon.

Even though it is a log, it is a large black pillar that was removed by scattering the house around it.

The wagon and the Great Black Pillar, caught in the fall of the giant body, turned over, but they did their part well.

Is it because of your mind that you feel something like the presence that has supported the house for many years as a great black pillar?

It's because of your mind.

Regardless, I rushed to the previously fallen trent and threw the pottery bottle from a distance that I would never take off.

This pottery jar is full of pitches. The rags that cover the mouth are lit with fire.

You'll see. What I threw was a flame bottle.

If this operation succeeds, let's call it a torch cocktail.

In addition to me, guards of the same role throw flamethroughs at their heads in an economical way.

Trent's head is wrapped in flames with the treacherous pleasure of breaking things.

It's burning as expected.

Trent is a tree in appearance. When trying to poke through the weakness attribute, the fire attribute is the first one to try.

Think fantastically.

Well, even though it looks like a tree, the opponent is a tree.

It doesn't burn easily where it hits the fire. I don't know how long it will take to become charcoal.

Therefore, the aim of this flask is not to burn to death.

The important thing in this operation is that Trent's weakness is his head.

Speaking of vital organs in the head, it's the brain. I thought Trent could kill if his brain was destroyed.

No, it's a living creature that can destroy the brain, but the werewolf was alive...

Regardless, even Trent, who is parasitic to the carcass, dies if the parasite's brain is destroyed. I thought it would make me inactive.

How do I destroy the brain?

I can't bring a crossbow gun. I don't know how much damage I could do if I was attacking instantly with an axe or spear.

Therein is fire.

Fire consumes ambient oxygen in the form of combustion. In other words, a certain range of acids can be deleted.

So what happens if you cover your head with that fire? Organisms breathing on their heads cannot replenish oxygen.

If oxygen is not replenished, it suffocates.

Yes, my aim is to choke to death by fire.

No, I have no idea how to maintain the brain of the carcass anymore, so I'm really worried about success.

It is not strange to be told that oxygen is unnecessary. Because it's a monster.

However, I think that there are more physical limitations from parasitic carcasses than there are reports of being defeated by head destruction.

What do you think?

In front of my eyes, Trent, whose head is on fire, is trying to stand up silently, without struggling, without suffering.

Is this a disappointing result?

When I thought about retreating, Trent slipped up his torso and fell again.

And this time, I won't show you how it moves.

"Hmm? Did it work?

As a precaution, I would like to experiment with another individual.

Now, let's go to the second big black pillar on the truck.

Yes, Dohn.

The second torrent also fell in a daze and was attacked intensively by the awaiting flamethrower unit.

Is it good to see that intelligence is not so high? The habit of being slow and just following the prey in front of you reminds me of a zombie.

Speaking of which, even an undead system like a zombie, fire is a weakness attribute of an iron plate.

I think it doesn't matter as I put the head of the second torrent on fire.

As a result, Trent concluded that fire was a weakness.

All right, let's move on.

Until the third body, it was fully sealed with a flame bottle combo since I caught my foot, but in the meantime, other torrents gradually advanced to reach the rush barrier.

Though he thought he could stop a little, Trent showed more suspicion than he expected, contrary to his blunt movements.

As he walks along, he breaks down the barrier and pushes forward.

"This is more than I expected. The first position has to be abandoned."

I've discovered some anxiety about future operations.

When they whistle their fingers and tell them to abandon their positions, the fighting forces abandon their unwanted baggage and retreat through the middle of the village to the other side.

Thereafter, the treants' heavy footsteps chased him.

Lamps indicating routes of movement were prepared everywhere, but while being chased, the demolished waste material dotted everywhere was a dark movement.

I rush to the rendezvous point with a little blurriness, whether the troops get hurt or not.

"Is everyone safe? Any injured or missing?

Looking back at Trent, Sergeant Roland responded happily.

"Called, no vacancies. Someone was slightly injured by a fragment of the barrier, but it's okay."

"Above all else. And thanks for confirming it accurately."

"I'll take care of this. It's easier than checking the warehouse."

Unlike the equipment, if you speak up, you'll reply yourself.

Now, this is the second phase of the operation. And it's also the final stage.

Because of the relationship between time and supplies, you couldn't get any more work done.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, from here on out, we're going to do things in pieces. You remember each pair, don't you? You have your own lights, right? Do you remember the final rendezvous point?

Each squad member takes out the pine beam and nods clearly.

Boulders are professional and dependable.

"Finally, don't be reckless trying to make this operation a success. This is not a chopped up maneuver, ready to die. We have already completed the rescue of the villagers of Ajol, who should have been killed. This is, so to speak, a special operation."

Even if you fail, you can easily guide yourself to the front of the Territorial Crossbow Cannon while facing Trent. Sir Georges should be preparing for an emergency.

"Remember that the lives of talented people are more important than the success of your operation. Are you sure?"

The professionals will speak up and move on to their respective partners.

"Ash is good at using people."

My partner Glenn laughs at Matsuaki.

"Really?

"Ah, I think I was able to relieve a bit of tension after the barrier was breached."

"Were you nervous? It was a little early to break down the barrier, but we're on the same course."

"Still, I'm a little scared.... Ash seems fine."

"It's a good fight to run away, even if everything doesn't go well."

It is important that the rear is solid.

This may be why tactical victories cannot override strategic defeats.

Well, Glenn, shall we go?

"Ah, let's tighten up and go."

Trent, who came after us, stepped into the center of the square.

Treants, who are bigger than people and walking on a messy leg, ignored the lamps that indicated the route we had put in place and tried to chase down the troops scattered all over the square.

I was just trying to do that.

They tried. But I couldn't.

After all, where Matsuaki was guided, waste materials were piled up in a mess, holes were being dug, and scaffolding was very poor.

A dull trent is the end of an excessively dull walker who appears to fall.

And the scattered troops laughed at the messy torrents and lit the torches everywhere.

Fire rises when waste material is piled up or when pitch is poured into a groove.

The red flame starts at the center where Trent and the others stepped in and spreads in chains to the outer edges to surround it.

Eventually, they were wrapped in red fire up to the barrier surrounding the square, trapping blunt-legged torrents in the flames.

How are you, the fire gauge is up.

Use defensive points that can be abandoned to lure them inside as if they were overwhelmed.

After that, it is an orthodox strategy to ignite the combustible material that has been prepared in advance at the defense point and completely destroy it.

If it's as simple as this, I can use it.

Next, it is the task of the unit to go back to the assembly point and observe how effective it is.

Though they were carefully crafted to burn easily, we grew up as hot as a fire in the distance.

It was meant to be Trent's choking strategy, but it's a calorie that could burn to death normally.

There may have been a little too much fuel.

Well, it's better than failing. If money can buy lives.

Good luck earning money.

"In any case, it burns well....."

I wonder how long this will keep burning.

Besides, how long will Trent's body last? If possible, I'd like to collect it and secure it for research on the monster's ecology...

When I started to feel a little bit of crisis, a black shadow popped out of the flame, wondering if I had to campfire until morning.

It's an agile move that doesn't resemble Trent, pushing under us when we were resting.

Whatever you think, it's not a friendly momentum.

Everybody spread out!

While giving instructions, I tried to shoot a bow with aggression.

Despite the speed of the target's movement, the arrow stood in the head.

My skill was big enough to brag, but pointless.

The mysterious shadow did not flicker, and he shook up his fat arm and knocked it down.

"Ash!"

Perhaps Glenn would respond with a gentle bow to your voice.

It's okay, she said she's cute.

Instead of telling them I was safe, I focused on finding out who they were.

Little by little, you can see things that were invisible in the backlight of the flame.

The muscular thick body is burned, but you can see the residue of slightly black hair.

The head where the arrows are poking is wrapped around a faintly burnt tree like a helmet.

"Huh. Hey, what's in Trent?

It could be just a gorilla fleeing the fire, but if you look at the wooden metal on your head, you should suspect it has something to do with Trent.

I don't think there was a wild ape in that fire by chance.

Remove the entire body armor of the wood, and when you think you've become lightweight, you'll come full.

While he was watching, he shouted from under Met and rushed back at me.

"You're fast!

Throw down your bow and pull out your sword, avoiding swinging clubby arms.

The speed of the torrents that appeared to be more dull than the tortoises just now was unbelievable.

I wonder how heavy that wooden power suit is. Is it actually a training weight?

With two or three shots in a row, the arm is certainly fast, and if it hits, it won't be enough, but it's big and the orbit is easy to read.

As for Miss Micah's training partner, she can't be attacked by such a discovery.

I was surprised when the presumed torrent jumped out of the flame, but I think I can handle it.

I step in one step and slash my foot after a sideburn.

If we let him fall, we'll strike him with a simultaneous attack.

I thought so, but the presumed upside-down Trent held his arm against the ground and prevented it from falling.

Looking back at all that, he turned into an attack with a roar.

"You've become really agile!

Besides, you can give me a shout, and I think there is a difference with Trent just now.

I don't feel any shards of intelligence, it's completely different from a zombie movement. I feel a wild instinct that cannot be alarmed.

Maybe it's something unlimited after armor purge.

Speaking of which, none of the other Treants smelled like rotten carcasses.

Could a tree cover that looks like a full-body armor or a powered suit be a storage container to keep the carcass in order rather than armed?

Rather than being heavy and slow, does slowing down the movement make it less worn out?

Very interesting.

Unless my life is at stake.

Memories of the previous life also had such medical technology.

It was a life-extension measure using nanomachines for advanced diseases.

I cut my hands and feet several times, and other members of the team used spears and swords as backup, but I don't think Trent would mind at all.

Is it a carcass-like trait, it seems to be painless, and there is little bleeding. It is not clear to the extent that the thick meat has been damaged slightly.

After all, if you're aiming for the head.

However, only the head is firmly fitted with wooden metal.

There are almost no more flamethrowers left, so we must manage to destroy them with a spear or sword.

It seems as simple as chainsaw.

You can't help asking for something you don't have yet. Cover up any loss of civilization's sharp tools at risk.

"I can manage to turn this thing around! Attack your neck when you have a gap!

Choose the timing of the bet while avoiding the presumed torrent's stiffness.

It has already been proven that shallow slashing does not fall, so a heavy blow is needed.

Naturally, it's a huge gesture, and it gets deeper and harder to respond to counterattacks.

... I knew I'd stop it.

You don't have to risk that much, do you?

Arrowhead who tried to withdraw the idea of a plan of action, presumed Trent lost his posture to a good feeling due to the emptiness.

"Ah"

My body, which had not been officially notified of the withdrawal of the operation, soon stepped into the waiting gap and threw a heavy blow into the enemy's lap.

The response of the guild broke Trent's presumed knee.

At the same time as the impression that I did it, the impression that I did it comes to mind.

Estimated painless torrents should be said to be as bad as expected or regardless of knee damage, with one hand supporting the upper body against the ground and full swing of the remaining right arm.

"~ ~ ~!"

Avoidance is not in time.

With my arms crossed for defense, I'll dive inside the estimated half-step trent.

I avoided the most powerful direct blow. Instead, Lariat's stiff arms ripped him off and his feet left the ground.

The dwell time is long enough for cold sweat to blow out.

When I was knocked on the ground and rolled over without knowing why, I checked the fallen presumed torrent.

With your knees broken, it's only natural that you should fall with such a full swing. It's as planned.

If it sounds and sweats from your right arm and flank! It hurts so much!

Aim for the neck!

If you squeeze out your voice while banging on the ground with the severity of the pain, the militants who pride themselves on their strength will jump into the estimated trent.

From there, I beat him up.

Estimated torrents also resist by swinging their arms, but they are unable to move properly due to damage to their knees.

Gradually, resistance was suppressed, and the sword was finally swinging down on his neck.

Glenn, who handles a large sword, uses his whole body muscles from the upper stage to feed the blade into the presumed torrent's cervical vertebra.

"Come on!

Glenn, who barely speaks, presumably makes Trent jump on the giant and then shows weak convulsions.

"Still moving, another blow...!

Glenn shook his sword again as he stepped on Trent's presumed head.

Before that, I heard a weak voice leaking from the presumed Trent wooden mets.

"Migo, t... wakey, yo..."

I accidentally twist my neck.

Unlike the shouting I heard earlier, it was heard in a language that I understood.

"Waleha... lizard, sho... wakagiyo..."

With a dull sound, Glenn's sword cut off Trent's presumed neck.

"Ah...."

I'm worried that you were saying something, but now I don't know how the monster can make a sound.

It's physically impossible because the vocal cords have been destroyed.

However, the treble with the headache sounded in the back of your ear.

"Wagamotohe, Sonotoki, Waleha, Wakagini, Taxi"

Yes, I felt like I heard the words continue.

Why don't you stop fantasizing in weird places?

When I think of a map with a marker in my brain that feels like it's around here, it's more of a horror than a fantasy.