Golden Experience

The Brans are getting closer, but there's no other major move besides that on both sides.

They'll almost look like a bunch of red skeletons from the city, and they're probably deciding they won't be a battle if they don't get close to each other.

But this one isn't just a bunch of skeletons.

"Oh, I'll get it already." Mist, "" Book of Darkness. "

No sound, fog and darkness spreading from the bran. When I say darkness, it's to a dim degree. The fact that the sun has not yet risen and that it is spreading with the fog makes The Book of Darkness very difficult to see.

"Isn't this amazing? You can see it at all if you use it at night... but what's the point of dimming it in the middle of the night? - Talk about it..."

"You've solved yourself."

But it is a valid skill at least for now.

Suddenly, the fog started to appear, and the defense team began to fade.

"But it's too late," Hellflame. "

Then the flames spread as if the fog were burning up, licking the barley fields.

"Awesome! This fog is like flammable!

The fog is only doing an elevated magic effect, and the fog is not burning. For this reason, the barley fields chosen for the target range are burning up, but the flames are not directed at all at the Spartois wrapped in fog.

As the barley fields burned, the city's defensemen began to turn right and left. A man who seems to be the commander is raising his voice somewhat, but he also sees a soldier stuck in the man.

"Haha! I mean, I'm glad we're on schedule."

"I rarely do what I'm supposed to."

"Yikes! Assault!

In accordance with Bran's decree, the Spartois ran out to the city in unison.

The city's defense forces, on the other hand, are at the extreme of chaos.

Something to try to extinguish the fires in the barley fields, something to frighten Spartois coming this way, something that is failing to put them together.

But even if the defense force is in such a state, it has nothing to do with the Spartois.

Head to the city without slowing down.

"From here, you're going to get something about the edge of the city. I'll give you cover."

When Azarea said so, grains of ice gathered before her chest, forming in an instant an arrow of ice. "Ice Barrett."

The ice arrow flew in a straight line as it slid through between the Spartois and pierced the foot of a soldier who was on the front line of the defense.

"You didn't get it"

"... on purpose. Bullet observation shooting."

Carmine and Magenta saw it and walked a few more steps toward the city, similarly releasing 'Ice Barrett'.

Now he struck directly at the soldier, and two soldiers fell and fell.

With the dead in front of us, the confusion in the defense forces seems to have reached its limits. Some are trying to escape into the streets.

The realm of demons is also far away around here, and there are only wildlife or small demons of the same size around it.

Though the city guards, I guess they've never encountered anything like an exchange of lives before.

Even as we have traveled down the street, there have been no raids such as bandits. If it's not a city that's wealthy enough for a burglar to take something away, it's probably not an environment rich enough for a burglar who took something away from it to live away from it.

Instead of being poor, it was a peaceful city. Until last night.

Even if you escape into the streets, the order of death just changes, not the date of your life.

The Mormons leave them alone and magically snipe at the soldiers who are in the front row, who have not lost their will to fight.

While we were doing this, we even reached a distance where the Spartois would bump into the defense forces. Considering that it would be a riot, the magical sniping was interrupted.

"Master, how about the farm?"

"Sounds good. I wonder if the barley field has become more or less a baking field already. It's going to be rich next year. There won't be anyone to sow it."

"Yakitori farming is a form of mobile farming, so it's not suitable for cities that rely on riverside fertile soils to farm like this."

"Is that the Count's book, too?

"Yes."

If you don't know anything from now on, ask Magenta and she'll answer anything.

Spartoy, who stormed the defense forces, relentlessly turns the soldiers into corpses.

The soldiers are mostly wearing something like leather armor or thick clothing, and when it comes to wearing metal armor or something like that, it's about a commander-like man earlier. In front of the nails and fangs of the Spartois, nakedness is the same.

The commander-like man seems to be trying to pull back as far as possible, but he's still stuck around by soldiers who stuffed him when the barley field went up in flames and hasn't worked.

I mean, there are no decent people in command.

"Besides, it's not the kind of difference in power that can be filled with command, maneuvers, etc."

"Right...... I'm glad it worked out uncommonly, but do you feel like you could have gone with this? Weakened by sunlight, Spartois didn't get a scratch, Guards."

"You were too weak for the humans than you assumed. This one is certainly weaker than the night, but it still fights better than the average human being."

To Carmine's words, Blanc thinks.

"Mm-hmm. So let's start with Spartois now, and then if it doesn't seem possible, let's feel like we're covering for it with 'fog' or something? But if it doesn't work, we can all shoot magically."

"It is not very advisable to put in battle force sequentially..."

"If that's the way you want to fight, let Spartois storm first, and I'm wondering if it's better to set up an operation with the intention of shooting magic in and disassembling it before it's possible to recover from the impact of the Spartois assault"

"Your husband said it was a tactic of war, and it was just a gradual injection of force, but as Azalea said, if you make sense strategically and plan to do it, you could call it a corrugated attack."

"I see... Are you really my boys? Don't be so headless? I'm not supposed to be the same as INT numerically... but if it's just INT, I'm higher."

When Blanc said back flashly, the Mormons punched their noses in delight.

I don't know what touched the harp line, but he's happy.

"Well, I'm glad it's going to work out anyway. If I could control this place, just like the city I was in earlier, I might die the moment I was born, Zombie.

Let's wait for the night to zombie in 'The Necromancer' and throw it in the house "