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

During the journey of the planned patrol route, I received a communication from His Majesty. I was told it was like an unsure inquiry, but the inquiry is median. Had it been for the traditional route, Sir Leanor's life would not have been in time.

Sir Leanor's appearance was in sight the moment he broke in, but it was obvious that he was not in a very decent way to move.

"You're too impotent to jump off Wyburn's back," he said!

From Wyburn's back as he descended from the sky, the Hark Docks descend. Now we have all the numbers. Now we must focus on defeating the demon clan in front of this eye, Zahava.

"I'm getting more and more... and two stinking men...!

"What, I'm washing my body properly. Hark Doc doesn't smell anything either."

"Right. Maybe you're sniffing off the smell of a dropper or something, huh?

"Or so. So, how do you feel?

"Fair enough. If you hadn't used your meds, you'd be down, me."

I can see the power all over the Hark Dock. Harkdock, a physique that faints when he encounters the Demon King during normal times, is prescribed medicine to watch out for him as he heads to this battlefield.

It seems that a state of war can withstand some degree, but Barastos has prepared it because it is dangerous to encounter abruptly.

"Mm-hmm. Then why don't you go with me and Ilyas? Don't give Girista the proper regards after she remembers her movements. Harkdock, take the old man with the mustache to his men."

Archreal pulls out his sword and rushes to Zahava without getting lost. Watch that move before I step in, too, and pack the distance.

"Are you coming towards me? Because you're sure of it?

A spider's foot protrudes from Zahava's body. Speed, power, together, an attack comparable to Sir Ragdo's. Arclial avoids, as a matter of course, the penetration of velocity, which is even difficult to recognize with concurrent motion vision, and chops off the legs of the stretched spider.

"Eh."

"Ooh, that's a fast poke. Besides the stiff legs."

Of the four series of attacks unleashed by Zahava, three were cut while Archreal evaded. The one remaining shot came to me, but I was able to avoid it by lowering my posture.

As Sir Leanor's report stated, Zahava's attacks can be read with some timing and aim in sight. If me and Archreal do it at the same time, the attacks will be dispersed and the maneuvers will be reduced.

Zahava waved the spider's leg protruding toward me, and he was slashed off at the same time as he avoided trying to hit the arc real.

Archreal swordsmanship that dodges and attacks simultaneously, the extreme of irrationality that if attacked, is slashed back the other way. It crosses even when the other person is out of the public.

But I can't be alarmed. The spider's leg, which had been slashed off earlier, has already been regenerated. Should it be seen as equivalent to or greater than the resilience of Neil Lyates?

"That's a convenient body. I don't want to be."

"That's annoying!

Each of the three regenerated spider legs moves from a different direction to the arc real while changing the angle. Harder to spot than a monotonous thrust, but much slower than a first blow. You will not be hit to that extent.

"I think it's smarter than a woman with a bumpy leg. Wouldn't you?

"I agree."

Avoid the attack so that Archreal can jump in and slash Zahava's torso. I jumped out of the back of Archreal and snapped Zahava's neck. If this is the human opponent, it's over, but the opponent is the Demon Race. The battle is not over yet.

Zahava's body took a distance to the rear, and one spider's foot skewered and retrieved his flying head into space. Pierced by the spider's feet, a crushed head of one eye stares at this one.

"... yes. Even humans can't go as far as that."

The head is returned to the position of the neck and the wound is instantly repaired. It is good to say that there is almost no damage to the attack caused by the current collaboration. However, it was clear from the current state of play. The core part of Zahava is currently on the head, and if you can crush it there successfully, you will be able to clamp it down.

It could shift the position of the core like Necthar, but you shouldn't be trying to retrieve the head then. We need to take another shot at the neck, and then we need to follow through with the reaction.

"Was it Zahava? You've been so calm with your neck slapped."

"I like to kill humans. Love it, because the more you kill it, the better it will be for the Demon King. But I kill rationally. Immersed in a sense of superiority is good after killing it all. After all the pleasure is over, I feel like I'm having a good time alone."

Zahava is turning a slight gaze this way. In its depths you can ask reason to ruthlessly try to handle enemies, besides emotions that try to delight in killing.

He's recognising us as enemies after an attack with Archreal and me. He said he was not a prey to hunt down unilaterally, but an enemy to eliminate.

"Say it for the Demon King, but in the end, you just want to enjoy killing him, don't you?

"It's for the Demon King to kill with pleasure. Don't you understand?"

"I don't know. It's spider bullshit rotting from the medulla of the core."

"Then just kill him!

The spider's leg pulled in once, and now he's regrowing back and forth. Two from the front and two from the back. Each is protruded to the ground, slowly lifting Zahava's body.

And the next moment, Zahava's body flies over here like a bounce. Leap using the foot of an outside spider, the momentum was also imminent in Mourshut's advance.

"Oh, come on, I can't believe you're jumping in, I'm not as emotional as I was poking you earlier - sort of"

Arcléal, who should be able to move into counter-attacks at the same time as dodging, stayed largely dodged. The reason for this was in Zahava's arms, in the hands of men.

Magic is unleashed where Archreal was until just before, and the earth can be decided. Sounds like gravitational magic that locally produces high gravity fields.

Let them approach and fight back, magically crushing a whole place with enemies. An inevitable attack if the distance to strike back, that's why Archreal couldn't strike back.

"Do you wield magic instead of weapons? But then...

To coincide with the end of the magic strike, he slashes to Zahava. Zahava cleverly uses the spider's feet protruding to the ground and instantly turns to this side. And try to unleash the gravitational magic built on both hands as it were.

"- Magic Stone!

"Exactly!

But my sword is fitted with a magic seal stone. Its sphere of influence extends to the tip of the sword, and if you wave the sword, all the magic unfolded in the front can be fogged.

Zahava is powerless of magic and takes my slaughter without the means to prevent it. Allow it to reach from shoulder to chest and stop the blade. And pour magic into the sword all at once as it is.

"This..."

"Blow it up!"

Just ramblingly swell and rupture the magic. This attack cannot be so powerful against the flesh with its magic enhancement. But that's only if you give it from the outside. Running magic bursting from the inside blew Zahava's body to pieces, a steel-like hardness.

"Archreal! Slash your head!

"Whoa, I'll make up my mind!

The dispersed head in the flesh of the splashing Zahava, the arcreal that captured it, jumps and waves the sword.

If destroying the torso survives, the core is still in the head. It still takes time to regenerate the torso that recovers the head. Now...

"Hey, how do you know you can win to that extent?

"Huh!?

Zahava's head changes orbit in the air, and Archreal's sword ends in emptiness. The head fell straight down and was sucked up to Zahava's right arm, which was splashing.

"What's that?"

"Yarn. I would have assumed that the neck and torso would be detached and prefitted"

The spider's yarn can withstand even the self-weight of the spider itself, though fine. The spider yarn created by the human-sized Zahava, and its strength would be considerable if it were enhanced by magic.

Flesh regenerates rapidly on the axis of Zahava's head. It hurts inside that I couldn't finish with my current oddity.

"You're about to break a bone inside crushing your head."

"But if we destroy the flesh as we do now, we need to rebuild the flesh. You should be able to steadily sharpen your magic."

A depth of care that plays like immortality but doesn't leave you horseshit on it. This demon clan is a strong and terrible opponent, both physically and mentally.

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"Dear Ukka, it appears that the demon tribe has been confirmed on the Gahne demonic side. Better watch out for the demon movement than King Taylor."

"Mm-hmm. I'm not going to loosen my guard any more than I did"

The state of war in each demonic realm is different. In the Tayz demon world, Bi's demon king's army prevails. In the Ghane demonic realm, the Demons appeared on the front line and the guerrillas entered the fight. And in the Mezis demon world, huge unique-class demons appear on the front lines and are rampant.

Marya reported that the guerrillas were already on their way and that they appeared to be fighting but could not see the demons.

I'd like to continue to be wary of the demonic movement, but its unique class seems more troublesome than I imagined, with some of the guerrillas, starting with the Ethereal Demon King, remaining on the spot and continuing to engage.

A unique class of skeleton dragons, called Dal 'Agestia, exists under the rule of the Ethereal Demon King. I hear the report boasts the same strength as Duvreoli, the great demon who overwhelmed Yokus. I didn't know putting in that power would force a struggle, such as the army of the most powerful demon king, the Black Demon King?

"How's the front line going?

"Other than where the unique class appeared, pre-installed traps and facilities seem to function well. But there's a lot of enemies, and they're preparing to lower their ranks."

"It's going to be a long fight. The ideal is to destroy all enemy forces in the demonic world, but such a sweet idea would not work."

The evacuation of the people of Mejs and the building of the domestic garrison are also progressing well. Nor does the Pope think that the Mezis Demon Realm alone can contain the armies of the Black Demon King from the outset. That is what we are prepared to do to make the whole of Mejs a battlefield.

"The evacuation of the remaining aspirants in this village is complete. There will be only soldiers left in this village."

"It's something you worked well with to the point where you can't fight. Let's say we thank you at the evacuation site."

"That's it! If Master Ukka had words of labor, everyone would be happy!

"Hmm. If you're happy with my words, you can take as many feet as you want."

All the other archbishops are heading out to the battlefield. As far as Archbishop Marya is concerned, he has joined the guerrillas gathered by the masterpieces, so much so that he is prepared for the Demonic Crusade, the main force of the enemy. But this is how I direct backward support in a village near the front line.

"You don't have to be so humble."

"I am inferior to other archbishops in strength. That's what I understand best myself."

But Master Ukka is more talented at hard work than anyone else.

"Everyone is working hard and so on. I'm the one who couldn't surpass my other talents for trying harder than people."

"It's..."

"Don't get me wrong. I understand it's inferior, but I'm not going to rot there, hairless. I became Archbishop with the thought of blood seeping for the honorable Pope. If you don't have the strength, keep doing what you can. If the other Archbishops do ten jobs at a time, I'll let one work a hundred degrees."

Even with such an invertebrate spirit, you get right on track, you get chronic, you fail. The Pope did not abandon me like that. He found value in me, and he admitted he was worthy of being Archbishop.

Then no matter how many times you fail, let's continue to salvage it all. Let's swallow up a bunch of failures in the mountains of success. That's what I live for.

"Right. Many admire Master Ukka, starting with me. When Judaism was divided, some of the reasons why the nobles recommended Ukka to represent them included that thought."

The vast majority are easy to see. Assassination would be easy if you had to. But well, there is no lie in this knight's words. I guess it's true that those expectations were also directed at me.

"... Hmm. I thought I'd live up to the expectations that were directed at me. But it is the Pope who can support Judaism. I can't give this away."

"Then it's Master Ukka who can support the Pope, isn't it? I won't give this away."

You haven't seen a talkative young man so far in the past. I was born in Mezis, and I was told to go so far back to my opponent, about the Pentecost guy. Speaking of which, was his daughter now also a holy knight... has the influence of arr spread to the holy knight?

A communication crystal will contact you. Fighting against unique classes on the front line is intensifying, and the formation is breaking down faster than expected.

"We'll get ready to replenish. Without the villagers, we'd be on the front if we hadn't been there any sooner."

"Copy that!

Instructions will be given to the knights to prepare the stables and rest areas so that those who arrive can rest immediately and prepare to intercept the army of demons. Thanks to their ability to prepare carefully in advance, the knights are also showing a quick response.

"Um, you got a schedule earlier than planned. So let's move to the next village."

I found a shadow ahead of my sight. One young young man is looking up at the sky with eyes he can't feel alive. I'm not wearing armor, I'm not dressed as a priest. A somewhat unique outfit for villagers to wear. Is there anything else I can think of... an adventurer?

Each of the adventurers requested to cooperate is partying and providing soldier support throughout the battlefield. With the fronts starting to collapse, they must have withdrawn early.

"Are you alone there? If you're back from the battlefield, get some rest. There are limits to the beds."

……

The young man keeps looking at the sky without the way he responds to my words. I look at the sky like I follow that gaze, but there are just white clouds hanging in the blue sky. The birds aren't flying either because of the demons raging right around the corner.

"Just staring at the sky, is there something?

"Blue, white"

"What are you taking for granted..."

"It's not natural. The sky I usually see is darker and cloudy like a mud thrown into the water. It's been a while since I've seen such a blue sky."

Unexpectedly use magic detection in the strange atmosphere of youth. The magic felt belongs to human beings, especially ordinary people who have no philosophy...... no, that's weird.

All the villagers who were helping prepare the soldiers in this village are evacuating them. I make a list so that it doesn't get out of the way, and my men are taking me to another village responsibly.

Even if there are adventurers here, there can't be just ordinary people.

That's not the only funny thing. If you are a living person, there is always sway in magic. But the magic of this young man hasn't shaken like a quiet surface since just now.

"... who are you?

"Oh, humans said hello or something. I haven't forgotten it in hundreds of years. Hi, my name is Auffalo. It's just a flame and yang that erodes the world."

The magic that was covering the youth disappears to melt out. And from the inside of it, the fiery magic of red and black burning flames overflows.

By the time I realized who this young man was, it was already too late, and everything in my sight had been dyed up.