Legend

Flashing blow.

Olicure's manipulative rapier was just the right blow for such an expression.

Of course it would also affect that Rapier himself is a light weapon. Including that, however, the thrust released by the continuum of the oliqueur was as fast as it opened its eyes, even if it was a ray, and it was only in seconds that more than 20 thrusts were released continuously.

It doesn't even give you time to breathe, and more than once Rapier's cut dances through the air without piercing Ray's body with a cut.

But Ray hasn't lost it either.

Prevent, prevent, and prevent rapiers by wielding endlessly larger death sizes than they can compare to rapiers.

Play the cutouts protruded against the chest with a pattern, the thrust released against the head with a huge blade, the thrust released against the thick crotch with a rotating pattern in the hand, or the thrust released against the back of the foot wrapped in the shoes of Slapenil with a stone thrust part.

Ray and Olicure, who were engaging in an unnoticed offense in the literal sense, eventually distance themselves from each other from neither.

"... that weapon, seeing as it doesn't scratch a scratch in a decent meeting with my death size, is a pretty high level magic item"

"Oh, of course. It's one of Esta Knoll, an ancient alchemist."

Ray gives a small, surprising look to that name that came out of the mouth of the oliqueur.

Because I never thought a piece made by an alchemist from Zeppyre would come out like this.

But if you listen to that, you'll have to be convinced.

(Can we say in a way that the same producers...

Ray sets the death-size as he whines inside.

When creating Warcraft, Esta naturally cooperates as well. However, it would not officially be the same producer to each other, as Takum incorporated the creation of unused magic as a weapon in warcraft.

The same was true of the oliqueur with the unexpected look on his face.

Even though the Rapier I have has as much power as I can penetrate lightly with even a full plate mail made of a large amount of magic metal if it's through magic, the Ray in front of me made it look tolerably prevented. Everything I feel confident about in a row.

(I just have the alias Deep Red. Stronger than enough to unplug the griffon)

Heavy fighting was taking place around us, even as we were analyzing each other's opponents' battle forces and watching the gap.

"What's going on? I wonder how much!?

Slash and tear the tip of the protruded spear lightly with a nail stretching out of his hand, then jump straight into his nostrils and aim at his torso and wave his fist.

That said, that fist is not just a fist. Covered in the armor, the nails formed by magic are stretched from the part of the armor.

Even the tip of the spear pierces the toenails into the torso that it cuts lightly, and furthermore, the nails are turned sideways just as they stand in the way.

The robes and the defenses of the leather armor worn underneath are completely useless, and the man is slashed and torn about half of his torso and collapsed to the ground while scattering his guts all over the perimeter with pieces of paper.

"What? You only have arms to this extent?

Turn your right claw toward the rest of the robes, but the sight must have been quite shocking. You're on guard, stay away from me.

The purpose of those who are here in the first place, starting with the oliqueur, is only to buy time.

But such passive behavior drastically reduces Vihella's willingness to fight.

What Vihella wants is a bloody battle. Such an exchange, for example, as is currently being done by Ray and Oriquel, that if you are a regular person, you cannot even chase them with your eyes.

(You might as well have been dealing with a doll.)

He sighs small as he grumbles into a cup of dissatisfaction inside, turning his gaze only for a moment toward Büne and Nact, who are fighting several dolls, and then again toward a group of robes who are standing in front of him.

Those wearing these robes are those who work behind Holy Light, and naturally their combat skills are of a high standard.

A typical Rank D Adventurer can fight alone, and even if you work with multiple Rank C Adventurers, you have more arms than you can fight each other.

But even for such a group, it would have been obvious if we had seen an interaction with a man with an earlier spear that would have been so difficult to deal with Vihera, who is so combative as to be called a madman.

In the end, all you can do is buy time without fighting decently while holding back multiple people instead of fighting from the front.

"... yes, if that's what you're going to do, I have an idea over here, too, right?

Chirali, and Vihera, who turns her gaze toward the oliqueur.

It's obvious what that means. If you're not aggressively attacking yourself, ignore a bunch of robes and get your hands on the Oriquel.

To Vihera, who told him so in the dark, a group of robes just have to get their hands on it, too.

They fight opponents who say they can't win by playing the oliqueur that leads them. The battlefield would be lightly inclined if you turned your presence there with the beauty and disastrousness in front of you.

The battle between Ray and Olicure looks like Olicure is pushing one way or another, as far as the side can tell. But everyone in the robe understood that it wasn't what it looked like.

Because that's all I have, because I'm being sent to this Exil as an oliqueur's subordinate.

What I can do to keep you from doing that. That is, we have no choice but to retain the presence of those who manage to laugh invincibly in front of us.

If you can't win alone, work with your peers. In a sense, while making natural choices, its speed of collaboration was far from a level that could be taken for granted.

Several attack simultaneously, taking the blow of Vihella, who tried to get the counter in while dodging it, and another interrupts and takes a sword-wielding claw of magic.

But the man who took Vihella's blow couldn't stand the weight of that blow and was blown away... others take it and minimize the damage.

Throw a few daggers from the blind spot of Vihera, who blew the man away, and stick the spear out of another direction again, even glaring at it.

A grin returns to the look on Vihera's face, who had a boring look on his robes, which should also be described as organic collaboration.

Sure, not every single one of us is that strong, but when we can work together so brilliantly, that power multiplies squarely.

While dealing with those actions one by one, the excitement of battle eventually leaves Vihella's skin red, her eyes moisturized and herself at the pleasure of battle.

"Mmm!"

With such a single voice, the multiple needles released from Büne's hand fly toward a puppet like an anthropomorphic one that jumped up and attacked him.

"Kerk Kerk"

With the same hard laugh to hear, the doll that was jumping up in the air waves the axe it had.

Whereas the doll is about 30 cm in size, the axe is used by very ordinary humans. Nonetheless, the shaken axe is sharply swung down to slap the air into its object, bouncing off several needles that have flown.

"Huh!"

"Nannie!?

But what the doll who waved down the axe saw was Nact swinging down the dagger right next to himself.

The cuts of the dagger went straight into the ear of the razor, and as he tried to pierce his head, he felt something swinging down against him and jumped right back.

What Nact saw leaping backwards was a thick, hairy arm passing where his head was moments ago.

The owner of the arm is the bear Nuigurumi.

Most importantly, even though Nuigurumi is no more than 2 meters high, it seems to be very cute. Besides, it's because its nuigurumi arms are swinging with a roar.

"That's a lot of people.... Beaune, are you okay over there? Honestly, it's hard for me to do this alone with these guys."

"Mmm."

Biune nods as he throws a needle at a doll that hits him with a dagger.

If you turn it into a nact, you can confidently say that you are superior to Bühne in your skill as a bandit purely needed in a dungeon - such as discovering or disarming a trap or, conversely, creating a trap, reconnaissance or unlocking technique. However, there was a perception that I was lower than Büne in terms of purely combat technology.

(Admit you are less combative than a 10-year-old girl,? You're going to say a lot when Esetus finds out)

Whilst whining inside, I don't neglect my perimeter vigilance.

(No, if you think the other way around, you're 10 years old and you're going to be so strong... to protect the Flaut mansion?)

Nact, also satirized by the rumors of Eggzil, naturally knew the current situation of the Fraut family.

The Flaut family had already lost their right to rule Egzil for generations, but they still lived in peace, albeit finely. But for an unknown reason, Büne's parents died, leaving the Fraut family with enormous debts.

Or I guess I could have done much less without having to pay off that debt if I had sold off the mansion at that time...

But Bühne... the girl, who was only under 10 years old, did not let go of the mansion where her memories with her parents remained.

A girl who can only describe herself as younger than she is, acquires the skill of being a bandit to pay off her debts and begins to challenge her to the dungeon.

Naturally few liked things like putting such a small opponent in a party, and some of them even planned to sell them off as slaves when they decided they would be able to fool them well, or worse.

... unlucky, I would only say.

Some of the parties tried to protect Bühne until he grew older, but it was already too late. Because Bühne was freezing his emotions and expression.

And I absolutely needed more fighting power than attacking a dungeon by myself.

Eventually, we met with a presence called Vihela, whose combat power, which was higher than that of ordinary bandits, would be even more sophisticated, shaping the presence of the present Bühne.

"Huh!

At the tip of Nact's gaze, Büne stuck his hand in his hip pochette and retrieved the needle again, hurling it down the ground quickly towards the approaching mouse doll.

Only a mouse doll, one small, just a needle pierced his torso and was sewn to the floor to stop the movement.

"Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi"

Ignore such screams heard from rat dolls, and keep stuffing your way to the giant bear nuigurumi that seems to be the most threatening of the dolls.

"Gwaaaaaaaaaaaa! Tavare"

Forefoot wielded with roar.

But Bühne took advantage of his own small back, trying to crawl on the ground and dodge that blow. Stick the dagger straight into the back of the bear nuigurumi's right hind leg, and use it as an axis to forcefully kill the speed while turning back.

"Gi, ga?

It was already too late when the bear Nuigurumi noticed. Büne quickly climbs from behind, poking a dagger blade at his neck and pulling it all at once.

If it were a creature, the blood splash would have blown up in abundance. But the other guy is a doll. Even if the middle of my neck is puckered and torn, there won't be any blood splashing.

Still, it seems that being slashed and torn to more than half of his neck did less damage to the doll, and the bear doll collapses off balance and falls to the floor, albeit with dizziness.

"Mmm."

Beaune, who was grabbing behind the neck of such a bear, thoughtfully kicks and jumps where he was grabbing with a small grunt intact, avoiding being caught falling.

When asked why he kicked the bear's body out of his mind when he jumped, the answer was in the hands of Büne, who landed on the floor.

There is the head of a bear that was slashed and torn to more than half its neck a few seconds ago.

He used his momentum when he jumped to forcefully take his head, which was almost severed and hung up.

"Human Goroshime, Yokumonakama!

When one of the dolls screams to blame, the other dolls scream as if they had their mouths together.

"Human Goroshi, human Goroshi!

"Mmm."

But Bühne throws the bear's head to the floor without worrying about such an opponent, and walks out toward the dolls again.

Nact also continues after Bühne as if to defend behind it.

Ray is pressed as if at first glance by the oliqueur.

As Vihera enjoys the organic coordinated attacks of a group of robes belonging to the shadow of Holy Lightism.

Beaune and Nact take a bunch of dolls against each other almost.

The battle, arguably the Trinity, basically presented an almost reciprocal appearance.