Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

- Creek Perspective

Thanks to the efforts of the footstopping squad, the demons coming this way seem to be dwindling by a lot. There are so many demons with injuries all over their bodies that they can't be ten or twenty. Having bought time with their hard work, we were able to build some strength, although not to say complete.

First, he magically protruded the terrain, which was just plain ground, and began preparing to lure the great army of demons in the narrow space. And in between, the city's soldiers are supposed to line up a number of barricades to create walls and act as literal walls. The barricade is placed on a zigzag without being completely blocked, making it a demonic passage. This is a procedure to stretch the line vertically while decreasing the number. It was a dimension that the demons would be reduced in number as they were attacked from the left and right high altitudes as they passed through the aisles that were made of waza.

As you can see, the demons are lured in. On the high ground, the city awaits an attack order, now or not, with adventurers who have participated, of course, from other guilds. Feeling so dependable on them, I gently pull out the sword that was hanging on my hips and wave it down in momentum.

"Attack initiated!

"Whoa!

"I'll do it!

"Hit me!

The fierce adventurer launched an attack on a bunch of demons in each attack method. It was a beautiful sight to see all the magic flying, flaming, exploding, freezing, skewering and colorful magic, but the destruction created from it is like hell. Even when pursued there with bows, stones, throwing spears, and so on, the flock of servant demons fell into havoc. Still, those pushed from behind, besides moving forward, flee past their fellow corpses to the end of the barricade. The soldiers waiting there stick out their spears and mass produce the bodies one after the other.

But demons aren't just getting hit either. Whoever decides that the front will be jammed has climbed and attacked the hills where the adventurers form, and there are even demons who have pulled out spears and thrown them back while standing on the bodies of their companions. I wonder if Auger kicked the soldier's spear with a huge stick of stick, goblins, cobolts, etc. breaking through the empty hole and attacking the soldier nearby.

Would it have been an hour? The battle was fierce. Thanks to the pre-shifting system, although the wounded were not out because steps were put in place that could be quickly evacuated, it was also thought to be a matter of time.

"Not like this..."

The power to wave the sword is also gradually diminishing. The adventurers around them have let sweat and blood seep through their foreheads and have not stopped fighting even as they exhale rough breaths. I would already be using my health more than my limit, so it's the only thing I'm letting myself hold on to. Demons should be reducing them by about half, but they're still half. Besides, the enemy's best balls remain intact. As it is, some kind of cut could collapse the front at once - when I thought so, the worst feeling was in the middle.

"Alliance Master! Give me that!"

Looking in the direction pointed by one of the adventurers, I accidentally looked up to heaven and wanted to mourn my bad luck. Only a different colour exists behind the demons. A way of overflowing your temper that you can understand just at first glance. Overwhelming pressure and presence like eagling the heart of the beholder. Only fingers of bone wearing a disastrous skeletal shape and a number of demonic light-emitting rings. And a dark robe deeper than the darkness of night. No doubt about it.

"Rich..."

A vicious demon, called the King of the Necromancer, appeared before us.

"Contact the priests! Let's do it right!

"Copy that!"

A conductor adventurer whips his wounded body and rushes backwards. This time, when the enemy's best friend found out he was undead, he was supposed to treat the clerics of each church who cooperated with him not as healers, but as trumpets against Rich. Prioritize God's miracle as an attack over the healing of allies - this painful situation is also the result of patience just to defeat Rich. He reacted to the slowly approaching rich, and found nature and his body lagging behind by two or three steps. The adventurers rattle their teeth and are frightened as they shudder their bodies into small pieces. Even I have fought a number of powerful enemies. It was impossible for the Iron Class adventurers around to be like this. But our job is to buy the priests time to finish the chant. We must stop this monster at all costs and let it hold until the completion of the sacred magic.

I bite my back teeth off and inspire my allies aloud.

"Don't be frightened! If we don't step in here, it's all over! Defeating demons and bringing back their material is what adventurers deserve! Take down that skeleton and grab a thousand bucks! Show me what you mean!

"Whoa, whoa!

"I'll take that ring!

"Defeating demons is an adventurer! You can't lose!

The adventurers return to life again. Jirijiri and an adventurer who, mindful of the rich approaching like a tortoise's walk, uses all his dying power to wave his sword, poke his spear, and let go of his arrows. I am struggling with the momentum to push back the front that kept pushing me. All right, the next moment I thought I could do this, I saw Rich wielding that bone-only arm unconstitutionally. What can only be described as a black shockwave is suddenly approaching us. A black shockwave pierced the exact spot where many adventurers reflexively stood without having time to raise their voices.

A black wave fills my sight. I say direct strikes were definitely avoided, but the chills and nausea don't subside. My body is reacting to rejection because it's too intense. Dosadsa and the adventurers who fall. I manage to withstand by leaning against a sword that sticks out on the ground, but I'm not sure I can withstand an attack like that after a blow. But ruthlessly Rich was waving up his arms and trying to make the same attack again.

No more! When I was about to give up, a strip of light poured down from heaven and dyed the area white. Surrounded by warm and soft light, vitality comes from nature and from within the body. The wounds I've been receiving are healing and my health is returning. This is - sacred magic. Many clerics pray to their respective gods over sectarian hedges, divine magic that repels evil and heals allies. It was worth the time we spent desperately, and the chant was finally over. If it's a concurrent undead, if it's a powerful sacred magic that just touches the light and wipes it away, then the boulder rich shouldn't just be - the next moment everyone thought that and let their faces down, Rich, nestled in the light, waved his arms unconstitutionally.

Pakin '! And make a dry noise and the light shatters and scatters. The sacred magic of the priests, unleashed with absolute confidence, disappeared without causing any damage to Rich, as if even a bouncing bug were to pay for it.

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No one has a word. He was reminded as if he was powerless against the overwhelming presence in front of him, such as the will and hope he had just sprouted. I don't see any more wins. With long hours and enormous numbers of personnel, the monsters in front of us will be able to crusade. But the people who are here - we adventurers and a bunch of soldiers - are sure to get killed.

Considered desperate, we were no longer even willing to resist. A trampled feather feels like looking up at a giant human leg over his head, and there's just no other way to look at Rich's different figure.

"... it was quite an interesting technique, but you can't stop me to this extent."

"Talked!?

The undead talk - they assumed they couldn't have a conversation just to groan that didn't make sense. Let Rich make a fool of us for stunning things that are unthinkable in common sense.

"Surprise what? Rich and I were originally high priests or wizards. I don't even make enough of it to manipulate words. Do you know the situation better than that? You better worry about yourself. '

Say no or Rich waves his arms down again. The exact same black wave hit us earlier, blowing up several adventurers again. I can't stand in the severe pain and chills that strike my body. Painful voices rise from all over, but for some reason, not a single one of the dead seems to be out. Funny. We're eating this many attacks in a row, so there can't be any casualties. Because the foundations on which we stood are now lightly crushed.

'I won't kill you easily. Your pain and despair are our offerings. It rings in a beautiful tone at best, but good. Enjoy the short time to despair. That's the last thing you'll ever feel in your life. "

A black light that lights up at the tip of my arm that I can ruthlessly shake up. I could only stare at it frightened.

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"Lapis, do the magic of healing!

"This way too, please! Serious wounds!"

"Okay!

I keep doing healing magic from one end to the next, but as the number decreases, so does the number. There were about a few in the beginning, but now there are ten, twenty and the number keeps increasing. Besides, water was also a good place for burning stones as adventurers and soldiers who had just been treated would come back injured elsewhere again.

"My body! Ouch! I need you to heal me quickly!

"It's painful... damn it! Why am I looking at you so..."

"My arm! You don't have my arm! Look for my arm!

The clinic built on a temporary basis is noisy as if it were a battlefield. There is a cry for pain and help. I'm not the only one using healing magic. The clerics placed here are also working hard, and there is still nothing to be done about the number of them. The healing magic I could use was contact-type and would not activate the effect without touching my hand directly, so it was unsuitable for most treatments. With that said, the monks I traveled with used extensive healing magic with a cheerful face... Envy.

"What the hell is going on in the war..."

I think the demons should be doing a lot of damage because this is the only way to get injured. But I can't even tell what's going on with the front line if I'm just pulling it here. I want to go see how it goes once and for all - but I can't leave the wounded alone. Nature and frustration exhort the wounded who do not diminish as much as they wish and how unable they are to help such people.

I can't tell if this frustration is against the enemy or against me. Treating those who suffer, I think. Had I been out from the start, wouldn't so many people have suffered? Why did you overlook people suffering in order to maintain their own little lives? What the hell am I doing? What are you here for? I kept spinning as such thoughts circled through my head.

"Oh my god! Rich's here! Rich's here!

One adventurer who jumped into the clinic shouted so with an expression that included fright. Tension runs as soon as possible. The enemy's best balls have come out. If it's on schedule, it should be time for Keri with the sacred magic of the priests - that adventurer smashed that prediction lightly that everyone thought.

"The sacred magic didn't work on him! On the contrary, the adventurers are being held back! They'll be here in this city soon! Everybody run!

"Oh no...!

"You're lying! There were so many priests..."

"Where do I run when I run away and my body doesn't move..."

"Damn... if this is the case, just die..."

The clinic went into havoc. He who tries to escape in charge of those who cannot move. He who replaces a broken sword with a cane and tries to leave the city while dragging his feet. He who decides to be ready for death and begins to prepare his weapon. He who begs those who seek to leave to stab him with a temper. Everyone is losing their will to live in despair.

Gilli - and his chewed teeth squeak. A gripping hand breaks through the skin and the blood floods out. If I hold my hand like this, these people will die for sure. Sure. There was a familiar figure ahead of him who didn't know what to do, but accidentally wandered his gaze.

It's Abel. The boy who just became an adventurer. A boy who has just come out of the country with a dream of becoming a first-rate adventurer. The man is sleeping on a stretcher, covered in blood. I remember when I first accomplished my request I was very happy. I've been working so hard. You waved your sword on the front line instead of me, and now you're dying.

There's blood on my head. What are you supposed to do? Who the hell am I? What is a brave man? Ignoring a voice for help is what a man called a brave man does? No, you're not. A brave man is someone who has the courage to face any difficulty, regardless of the size of his power. Adventurers, including Abel, who is falling there, and soldiers, are brave men. More deserving of being called brave than such a cowardly and cowardly me.

... Then at least if it's fake, it looks fake, so let's try to help them out like that. I don't mind if I lose my place with that. I just need to go back to the mountains to remember the little time I spent here.

Hmm - and what was accumulating in my mind is thrown out with the air. All right - my heart is set.

"I'll borrow it for a second, Abel"

"Lapis?

I stand up with Abel's sword in my hand, and Mr. Camille, who was helping me with my practice, calls out to me.

"I'm gonna go for a second"

I smile at her like that and put my sword on the clinic door with one hand. Mr. Camille was screaming something behind me, but already, at that time, I was flying magic.