Golden Experience

Then after a while of running, I eventually saw the rubble hill Magenta said.

The city originally seemed to stretch over a small high hill, as if the whole were a hill made of rubble and soil.

"Ho... This... sucks..."

I was a lot optimistic about Bran, but seeing the sight just made my liver cold.

I can't even imagine being powerful enough to make this happen.

I'm thinking it's probably a player, but if it wasn't, I don't think the Brans or anything else could be fat enough.

"I wonder if we can still manage to counter stones and demons that specialize in destroying buildings..."

"Even if that's the case, does it make any difference that you killed all the defensive forces, residents, etc. of a city of this size before you did it..."

Exactly. It is a city large enough to encompass vast hills. Perhaps it was a central city in this area.

I can only imagine how much of that inner power it would have had.

"... people from the city earlier, why didn't you come over here for help"

"There is no possibility that I knew this situation...... but I think it is simply a matter of distance. Perhaps in the northwest direction of the city earlier, there was a city not so far away."

It would be reasonable to think so. Smaller but closer cities are better suited if you want help than bigger but farther cities.

"It's like this, and there won't be any more humans or anything, but be careful for once..."

"Your husband!

Suddenly Azarea pulls his arm, pulling him down from above Crimson et al.

"Said -...... What the..."

An arrow stood in front of Bran, who crawled to the ground, making a mild noise.

Apparently, someone shot an arrow at Bran and let me dodge it.

"Ooh... Oh, thank you Azalea..."

"Don't stand up yet...... There's a group of people after us."

Looking up from the gap in the legs of the Spartois, we can see a group of light outfits in the distance. Is it a burglar or something?

"... No, if so, the smell is abnormal. You may have forgotten, but it's night now. It's not an ordinary arm, like shooting arrows at us from there only in the moonlight."

But for that, he looks as thin and dirty as if he's wearing armor that he dug up from the rubble there.

Then again, the arrows fly sporadically, but they were all struck down by the Crimsons who threw out their luggage called Blanc.

Eventually, thinking that the arrows would not reveal the sword, they lined up and slowly approached us.

At last at this stage, Blanc was given permission to rise from the Azaleas.

"Who are you people! It belongs to the hands of disaster!

of the group, a well-dressed man, who would probably be the chief, shouted. Even if you say you're nice, you're tired somewhere, or thinly dirty, just like the others.

"... come on, what the hell?"

"... to see from the circumstances, I wonder if it is the existence that has devastated this city. Wouldn't they be the survivors of this city's defense... etc."

"Because it's just..."

"Hmmm......"

Nevertheless, the Blancs were headed this way in the first place because they were going to destroy it if there was a city or something. I'm not in a position to complain because I've been crossed and I've been impersonated by Hate.

"... well, the city, anyway, if you think you've left me prey..."

"Prey, I don't know if it will be..."

"What, are they such bad guys?

This one seems more numerous. From the experience of dropping the city with widows so far, it doesn't seem like this one will lose.

"Assuming you have the arm of an earlier bow, a melee technique comparable to that one, I was wondering if it would be a little harsh with 30 Spartois..."

Looks like a high level enemy instead of a good one.

"Nevertheless, if you try to escape, you will be shot with an arrow, and it's difficult to retreat..."

"If we have to fight, we'd better hurry..."

I feel like we're discussing something here and there while this one is whispering.

Some of them put their strength into the hands they are putting on their hips swords, and they are going to pull them out and slash them now.

"You're motivated..."

If battle is inevitable, you should take the lead.

"Shall we do it then?" Mist. ""

Blanc's demon's hand spreads without sound in the dark. Then the other group of people quickly bothered.

I don't seem to be able to sense the fog itself, but it seems to be good enough for me to notice it before I get wrapped up in the fog.

Certainly not at the same level as a small city guard.

"All of you! Do something strange! Attention, everyone! Allow Attack!

Under the decree of my greatest uncle, the arrow flies again. But I can't unplug the Spartoise guards.

At the same time, some of them pull out their swords and come this way.

He who shoots an arrow also throws down his bow, and pulls out his sword. Maybe the only reason I stopped firing arrows once earlier was because I didn't decide they were ineffective but simply had less arrow left.

"Spartois! Interception! Stay out of the fog!

With that said, Bran prepares his magic. The range is critical, but it's coming this way, so it fits right in the range.

"'Hellflame'!

"'Hellflame'"

"'Hellflame'"

"'Hellflame'"

Cutting off Bran's magic activation, Azarea and the others unleash magic at the same time. Just because you unleashed the same magic at the same time doesn't have a particularly good effect or anything, but at least it doesn't cause extra interference like when you unleash it at the same time as ice or water magic.

Same as offsetting. In the case of offsetting, if it is the same attribute, it frees each other's energies at the point of contact, and the remaining minutes will proceed as is, but if it is the range magic of the coordinate detonation type, the target point is the detonation point, as well as the point of contact. If you want to free up energy on the spot, the result is the same thing.

"Hellflame" Four minutes of destruction go wild, scattering damage on enemy groups. But there are not many who could be defeated. Most enemies, flinched but soon regained their posture and rushed again.

"Seriously! It's them!

"So that's what I'm saying!

Another shot, another magic would likely shoot, but I'll be in contact with the Spartois shortly. Using range magic is not good.

"'Air Cutter'!

I don't expect as much damage as a single shot, but it shouldn't be possible to avoid this in this dark. It would be harassment if you hit it.

The Mormons have also switched to single-shot magic, each shooting at an enemy, but have not been given a decisive hit like Blanc.

Shortly afterwards, the Spartois came into contact with the enemy and a melee was launched.

Because the enemy has taken considerable damage from magic, it is easy to disfigure and defeat this attack as long as it hits.

But that attack is hard to hit.

"... that's the difference in weapon reach. If this is the case, we should have received the weapons of the previous city guards…"

You can't possibly know in advance that you have this kind of fighting power.

"I wonder if this power, even if devastated, meant that this was not yet a good area for us to come to..."

There are more Spartois to be defeated than the number of enemies to be defeated. Jiri is poor as it is.

"If we do a series of range magic on the assumption of getting involved..."

"But I can't even cover the back, uh, to my uncle. If that thing stays, I'm a little unsure if I can take it down?

There are two knight-like men around my great-looking uncle. Only these two are wearing decent knight armor. Obviously, it's superficial.

But there aren't many Spartoys left. exceptionally strong individuals, such as Crimson, and others only remain to be counted.

Enemies are considerably reduced, but it's time for the numbers to reverse.

Where we maintained the front in order to ask for a numerical advantage, if the numbers were reversed, the war situation would be inclined in an acceleratingly bad direction.

Or it could be settled as it is because we are already low on each other.

"Oh yeah!" Fear "!

But there is no change in how the enemy looks. They seem to have resisted.

Because the situation has been inclined, I thought the commander over there would be caught off guard and not come close to us, but there is no such thing. If you get close, you could get caught up in range magic, so naturally.

The other guy is definitely going to kill this one.

"... Anyway, I think it's a good damage to lose so many pawns, but you're continuing the attack without any hesitation. It's an unusually high morale. Are you not afraid of death?"

"... why are we anyway?

"Your husbands' families, Spartois, will be resurrected in that city where we took our last break even if we die here."

"Oh well. Then that's what happened over there. What?

"That's... I see, is that the ruling class of humanity over there?"

Of all those things, all that's left is no longer the Crimsons. Only three powerful Spartois.

"Oh, this is so bad."

Ali floats in the back of his brain. I feel the same, so-called stuffed feeling as then.

Slipping by the side of the Crimsons, one enemy whose mark was off comes running this way.

"" Thunderbolt "!

It hits me, hits me for a second, but it's coming at me unchanged. But it looks like a lot of damage is accumulating. Another push.

"'Ice Barrett'!

Azalea's unleashed one will be deflected.

"'Flare Arrow'!

The magic of Carmine was also removed. But the rubble takes my foot, and I relax.

There. Soon Magenta, who had turned into a wolf, ran over and chewed his throat out.

"Nice! But you didn't, you know, a little bit more..."

"Your husband!

Turning forward to Azarea's voice, the enemy's father-in-law nearly released an arrow.

- You can use an old man's bow! You left an arrow!

I see the moment the arrow is released in slow motion.

- Oh, this is Akan.

This track hits.

Blanc accidentally closed his eyes and prepared for the system message of nostalgia to come.

But what I heard was not an emotionless message, but a roar.

"─ What?"

When I accidentally opened my eyes, there was a bright black wall.