It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

The feeling of choosing Serraez's throat is similar to that transmitted from the knife he grips when dismantling fish and beasts, but somewhat unpleasant. There is no more light in the falling Serraez's eyes, and it seems to have completely expired.

"Lord!?

You also had trouble worrying about Duvreoli. You're far superior to me, so instead of judging what just happened, you should get a little more detail.

"No problem. Compare it to your arm, silly scratch."

No matter how much this man found value in his own life and how much he had feelings for me, I'm not going to die with him.

Serraes had protruded his spear at the end of the day, but no longer had the power to just release it as a spear blow. Even if it did, he would feed the devil's nails on the back of the dress, on the hem, to the ground so that he could shift his posture to the back at any time.

Eventually, Serraes' first blow tore only a little of my chest dress, to the point where it went just a little further than thin skin. Well, wounds are scratches, I wish I had bounced them off with chest elasticity.

Magic stops the bleeding first, then gives priority to treatment to the left hand. In everything, only this left arm must be treated as a top priority.

"'Purple'......"

"Thank you, Wolfe? You didn't hesitate, did you? If this was a Duvreoli, how many times have you used the same method to get rid of Serraes... right?

Similar imitation could have been done to Duvreoli if he had just struck out the spear. You can change your body at will, so that would have been possible for one person. But I can assure you that Wolfe is the only one on this scene who has been able to produce this power against my left hand.

Duvreoli asked me to turn to the adjuster to make my aim accurate, but that was the right thing to do. If that blow had slipped and hit my torso or something, it would have died.

"... Yes"

"Don't worry, I'll treat your left arm wound without a trace. My right shoulder and chest...... I want that guy to stroke me, and I think I'll leave you a little bit?

"Got it..."

"Kind of an honest, unhappy compliment, huh?

This left arm tragedy was too much, but my chest was injured in a good way. I've been trying every day to refrain from imitating his kindness, but you can still ask for as much consideration as you want.

"Se, Master Serraez!

Serrayes' men rush toward the out-of-pocket Serraes. You don't just say Duvreoli, a similar reaction on the part of his enemies.

"Did Serrayes use the power of the Demon Spear to try to stop us by himself? I don't know if I intended to lead you, but if I were to run away here, I wouldn't go after you, would I?

"Shut up, you demon king! Lady Serrayes... Lady Serrayes, yes! A true saint, not tired of defiling his own hands in order to preserve the order of this world!

"I won't shut up, am I giving you one last piece of advice? Do you want me to take that body home, leave it here with you, or don't do something that leaves that decision to your emotions?

Oh, I can't do it like him, all I can do is be a hater. Serraez's men take one weapon after another and turn their hateful eyes against me.

"- Yes, Duvreoli, handle it without emotion."

"My pleasure."

The effect of Demon Spear has already been lost. Those who do not have one of the measures in place will not even be able to reward Duvleoli with an arrow. We don't even have to turn our minds around anymore, let's focus on healing wounds. Because while you are doing so, there is no sound, and all hostility can disappear.

"No, even the same demon king is weak."

"Neil Lyates. I don't want to make you happy, but could you please not go along with something out of the standard like 'Bea'?

"Eh heh. My king is the strongest demon king alive! By the way, if it's about cleaning the miscellaneous fish, I can help, right?

"Are you happy?

"In a gentle demon king thing that doesn't resemble the stories of the past"

I'm not going to draw Serrayes' will, but I can't help it because it came to me in the back of my brain that I could do it that way. Even if you're not going to be more forgiving than you are an enemy, you won't be unnecessarily abusive.

"I'm sure you owe it to him, huh? It's a pleasure, isn't it?

"I wondered how you tried to let him get away with it, didn't you?

"Whether you hate men like Serrayes or not, you need them in your time, right? If my men were going to take over, they wanted to see how you were doing.

But Serraez's men gave priority to taking vengeance. If we can't replace Serrayes on our own, we can't learn how to do it even if we're prepared to get our hands dirty.

"If only we had so many competent disciples and companions, Serraes wouldn't have had to storm this far either."

If anyone had the same abilities as Serraes, they might have chosen a more tranquil path. But there was no such thing as consulting this man. That's why I acted alone and had no choice but to join hands with people like Larheit and the others.

There was something to feel in the glow of the eyes that Serraes showed at the end, although it must have been someone who was just pointing at the hatred that hurt that man and tried to take his life. Even if it belonged to a blind man on a different path, it seemed somewhat beautiful.

"It's okay, so. Because because of its rarity, people can feel value to others."

First aid was safe, and when I looked up, we were the only ones left in this chapel. To tell you the truth, I wanted Wolfe and the others to go first, but they never leave me because of Duvleoli's character. The point of having me on this team is to put in the maximum power I have when I say Duvreoli.

"Van, could you lend me a little shoulder? I've paralyzed the pain, but it's gonna take a little longer to be able to walk well, isn't it?

"Of course that is. Good luck with the duel."

Borrow the shoulder of the van and continue to the corridor behind the chapel. That guy says only one of the three middle passages is going to lead to the lower level. We can't read the route until we know who's following it, so we want them to see for themselves.

"If this route was a hit, could there be three of us who could fight it: Duvreoli, Wolfe and Nielyates? It's too much, isn't it?

"If I were you, I wouldn't want you to pull me off the numbers, would I? If your opponent is Necthar, we won't need to negotiate and we'll do our best!

I can assure you that this is definitely the strongest team we have entered. If we can get to the lower level like this, it will be the most likely showdown. Just my bad luck......

"... is there anyone in here who's lucky enough to screw up?

"Wow, I don't rely on luck, I'm the type to go steadfast..."

"Wu, Wolfe too, yes!

"I... because I believe it is destiny to have been reunited with the Lord. It's different from luck."

"Tell me at least enough jokes to laugh bitterly?

I said it because I thought it would soothe my feelings, but it wasn't what you said. On the contrary, the air's frozen.

And with that awkward air, we'll know if this route is right or wrong. Discover the main road to the lower level, which was brilliantly filled along the way.

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The exploding undead is more troublesome than you can imagine. It keeps playing again and again under the influence of necromancy, and it's always coming this way.

It just seems certain that the detonation of the undead will require the operation of Larheit. They are within some distance and explode the undead at the optimal time.

Detection magic does not distinguish between undead and human beings, and visual confirmation is the only means of finding Larheit. But...

"There it is!

"Confirmed...... Huh!

I don't even know if Larheit is on that flesh because I found a human being. Even if they capture them, they are simply duly fluttered by magic shaking like undead.

The catacombs are spacious both vertically and horizontally and are built to descend slowly downwards. I don't know how many more of them are, although I try to keep secured humans chained and bracketed to the ceiling near the entrance to avoid damage from the explosion. If we repeat this task, we will eventually run out of human stock and Larheit will no doubt be unable to move the flesh... but it will take too long.

"Ah, already! That's awesome!?

"My compatriots can tell at a glance if it's Larheit..."

"There's no way I can do that guy's tunes, and I don't want to!

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to know the art of understanding their emotions, but now it's irrelevant.

No direct attack from Larheit yet. It keeps its form focused solely on observing the distance between us and the undead and detonating them. But if this consciousness is scattered, it will be about a direct attack by magic.

"Are you trying to prevent an explosion in Lachra's junction and recover the hostages one by one in the chain of Ekdoik? That's a solid stand."

I hear a different voice again, but I'm pretty sure this way of talking is Larheit. Turn your gaze in the direction you heard your voice, but you seem to be hiding in a herd of undead and you can't judge. That's what makes it so difficult to discover visually, if only to hide behind the undead.

"That, it stops me from saying things like I didn't do anything!? I've been doing a lot of things since I was trying to unlock your Necromancer!?

"I'm not going to be able to beat you teaching me about Necromancer technology from Yugra. That's why we're fighting in such a messy way."

"Well, you use necromancy with your senses. That's why I haven't been able to handle the souls of others well. I remember when Yugra laughed at me with her nose."

Larheit has not given any individual instructions to the undead. I'm just letting the whole thing hit a moving opponent. Playback speed is also much slower than the undead used by 'Ethereal'.

"Well, I know it's enough to keep buying time... shall we just try to get a little taste in it? Area, Set"

"What? Huh!?

All of a sudden the undead, who were a little further away, danced into the universe. There was something like a clear crystal bulging up where it was originally. The magic that creates magic crystals to pierce your opponent, says Larheit was using them...! I heard it was a one-point centralized move, but apparently it can also occur over a certain range.

The bounced undead move faster than they do on foot, approaching this side. You want me to bounce it off with chains? No, if we leak it, it'll blow up in the air and we won't be able to defend the junction in time.

"Rackle! Bigger ties ahead!

"Yes, already!

All the flying undead crash into Lachra's unfolding junction and fall to the ground. Sure, it's an attack with a poke of intent, but it doesn't change that it's more ineffective than having a lackluster junction. Making sense to fly the undead into space etc...... no way!?

"Points, sets. This is my own analysis, but Lachra can't seem to develop multiple boundaries at once, can she? Then what about this kind of shaking?

From among the herds of the undead, first and foremost, they were flown into space at a rapid rate. The whole thing is flying towards the hostages bracketed in the ceiling, not this side. Lachra realizes that, too, and tries to re-attach the bond to the hostages.

"Area, set. Come on, who you like?

As earlier, a range of undead ejections took place on this side. What this means is a simultaneous bombing attack on both the hostages and us. The timing of the detonation is probably exactly the same, if you put a junction on one side or the other, you're going to be defenseless. The explosion itself, even for a moment, feels like fragments flying in seconds. Alternating tension is impossible on boulders.

"Don't lick it!

The action Lachra took was to establish a single bond. The line expands into an exquisite position where we can slap the undead off both the hostage side and our side. Large junctions consume a lot of magic, but Lachra tried to change the shape of the junction to distortion so that it was done with minimal consumption.

"If it's bitter juice, they made me lick it, but I'm not going to look sweet."

"- Huh! Lachra, it's dangerous!

I felt a magical construction at Lachra's feet. At the same time as I jumped out of my arms holding Lachra's body, a clear crystal burst out of the ground and slightly decided on my back.

"Ecdoik!?

"No problem. His aim is to break the shape of Lachra's unfolding junction. It seems that the bombing of the undead itself was an imminent choice."

The junctional magic of the Yugra clergy is in such a way as to surround itself around him. However, if it changes to an unspecified form as it is now, it becomes a planar junction rather than a 3D one. Then a magical attack from the blind spot will pass.

The point Larheit was talking about, the area, this is also a trap that draws our attention to our ears. They're letting us predict the next attack, and they're aiming behind it.

"Oh, too bad. I thought I was alone."

"Is it possible that only a damp attack can be made?

"We're just standing around effectively, including all the elements."

There is no need for Larheit to be in a hurry because he has failed the current ambush. Even if we repeat what we are doing now, we will have to continue to protect more than one subject at a distance for Lachra.

If we put all the hostages near Lachra, we might be able to protect them, but it's clearly dangerous to keep people awake beside us in puppeteering conditions.

"... 'Pale', I'll have to choose between any more"

"... right. I didn't want to have to use it if I could, but I couldn't think of a good way to open it."

He talked to me in advance about the timing of using the trump card in "Pale". That is if we decide that our abilities alone are difficult to cope with. Sometimes if you think a little more sticky, the proposal may come to mind, but it's too late. Because what is required in this battle in the middle class is to break through faster and with less sacrifice.

"Sorry I couldn't get a breakthrough"

"Don't apologize. Stab me in the same position, that word."

You can't keep enemy land, skeletons, etc. lurking on the ground that are under 'Ethereal' in advance. Dal 'Agestia also had to leave it impossible to enter the ruins because of its size. Still, I advised my compatriots to hold trump cards against the 'pale' who said they would fight with me.

At first, he considered the unique classes of skeletons and ghosts that existed in the Quama demonic world, but decided that he needed strength other than combat rather than being far inferior to Dal 'Agestia.

In contrast to the stuck 'pale', the compatriots offered one means. But it remains an act of hesitation for my compatriots and for the 'pale'. It was to join hands with humans and let the 'pale' who live as a neutral position use the power of 'annihilation' again.

I remember the three undead, Grest, Tavez and Wafroy. It is an enhancement of the knights and kings, their undead, who supposedly had a great influence on the life of the 'Ethereal'. But they have already freed themselves from the 'pale' position. As with the Unique Class Demons, it's the fighting power that makes them all have no other strengths.

But when he heard the name of the subject offered by his compatriots and the reason for it, 'Ethereal' decided to use his power. As a result, 'pale' was to gain powerful power in a sense. This undead can be a trump card, especially in this situation......

"It's like there's some kind of trump card conversation, right? It was prepared with the wisdom of the man, wasn't it? Be sure to use it. Come on, I just wanted to crush one or two of that guy's tricks."

"You seem welcome. Above all. - Come on, it's time."

The skull, which serves as a catalyst, is removed from the luggage, and 'Ethereal' uses the power of 'annihilation' to create the undead. It reconstructs the outfit that is most associated with its own memory, by means of bones, earth and magic.

"- What, it's your turn after all? And what is it? What is this sight? The Necromancer is the enemy?

This is the second time I've heard this voice, but I still feel uncomfortable. The undead look human, but it must be a monster. This undead also follows the example and looks ugly, but can speak surprisingly fluently.

"Yeah, it's Larheit, the man who used to leap as a subordinate of 'Scarlet' and lurk as a priest of the Mezzis"

"Uh... well... isn't that great? Fine, pretty good. I don't know. If it was his opponent, he'd spit on it and wait for a mandatory order, but if it was his opponent, it's not the story. I'll help you out with a special motivation."

The whole body meat rots and the face is fitted with a mask of speciality prepared by 'Ethereal'. The shadow of being human is about that costume and the arm of a ship.

"The man... no way..."

"Yo, I changed my face and appearance and for a moment I wondered who I was... So, uh, am I with you? It's just... that smell, you sure seem to be mistaken. Long time no see, one arm took care of you before this. No, well, then I took care of him until my life, huh? I'll get you settled, including that, Larheit, huh?

Its undead name is...... Docola, Docola-Ketta. He is the leader of an alliance of bandits who once grabbed the facts of the resurrection of the Demon King in the dark but single part of Mejs and flirted with the Knights of Tays.