Legend

Dosari. His right arm falls to the ground with such a noise and a grip on the Morningstar.

It was cut off by a Death Size blow, but I guess it also had the sharpness of that blow. From the right shoulder of the dread-haired man, the owner of the arm that fell to the ground, the blood finally erupts after the arm has fallen to the ground for a few seconds.

But... the look on the face of the dread-haired man has absolutely no color to show pain when he says he has his right arm amputated.

No, I even smile and open my mouth.

"Heh, that's a pretty sharp attack. Sure, they just call it deep red or something."

Doesn't it hurt? That's what I almost asked Ray, but I'll stop right there.

The look on the face of the dread-haired man didn't seem to put up with the pain at all, because he even had an impressive look on his face.

"I'm glad you complimented me, but your biggest weapon, Morningstar, is gone. After that, it would help if they caught me, wouldn't it?

I'll tell Ray while I know it's probably not possible.

The dread-haired man in front of me was a euphoria to see, because he looked like a race that didn't matter what else if he enjoyed it.

Still, he seemed to know more about the circumstances of the bell of the soul than he was part of the organization behind it, and above all, Ray, interested in the tattoo carved on its face, recommends surrender.

It's not magic, it's not like skill using magic. Because he was completely unknown.

But the dread-haired man, what are you talking about, looks back at Ray with a freaking look on his face.

That appearance of not caring at all about the pain when it comes to blood erupting from the right shoulder only makes the viewer uncomfortable.

Such an impression, as if only a dread-haired man were in another world somewhere.

"I'm having fun around the corner, right from here...? Hey!"

With that said, move a few steps and kick the ground.

If it was normal, I thought I'd kick some dirt or pebbles and do Ray's eyeballs. You will judge that.

But it wasn't the dirt or pebbles that the dread-haired man kicked... it was the gut of the beast man.

Those guts, such as the stomach, intestines, kidneys, and liver, are splitting the body in two parts, up and down, and falling zero on the ground. That's what I kicked.

Gushari, the moment he heard the vivid sound echoing around him, Ray kicks the ground and jumps loudly to the side before being gutted.

He landed about a few meters away, kicked the ground again with the momentum as it stood, and jumped directly next to the dread-haired man.

The dread-haired man who saw that appearance wondered for a moment if Ray would escape, although he would try to interfere with it by waving the blade that remained in his left hand... at the next moment, that left hand would also fall from shoulder to tip to the ground.

Yes, as if there was a scaffold directly next to the dread-haired man, eating Ray's attack, which had been packed with distance by triangle jumping procedures.

If I had gathered Ray's information in detail, I would have known that the only magic item I was wearing on that leg was the Slapenil shoe, a few steps but a magic item that I could walk through the air.

... although it would be subtle if I had used it in my current battle even if I had asked for information about it in advance because the drug is making me less judgmental.

"Heh heh... Huh? My arms, they're both gone, aren't they?

Its still only unusual to say that you are bleeding from your left shoulder as well as your right shoulder but you are not in any pain at all.

Ray, who severed the dread-haired man's left arm and used Slapenil's shoe as it was again to jump through the air to the scaffold for a great distance, tongues inside.

(Shit, I'm not in any pain. When that happens, is it difficult to get information out of pain? I wanted to ask you a lot about that tattoo too... well, what's up....... hmm?

When I think about how to extract information from a man who is grinning as he bleeds from both shoulders, I feel the signs of getting closer to this one.

Or one of the men in front of you? I thought so too, Ray, but it was a man in his 20s in a guard uniform who showed up.

"What are you doing here! Why don't you listen to me say it's noisy...... hmm? Hey, you, that injury... it doesn't hurt?

Man laughing, even as he bleeds from both shoulders. Moreover, a tattoo is carved on his face, and he asks a man from anywhere who only looks suspicious to his opponent, like the man in the guard, unexpectedly.

But...

"Ha ha ha... my arms are gone"

"... what the hell is this guy? Hey, you there. This guy... hey"

The word "hey" isn't the same as the first call I made.

That voice was low and I became somewhere alert, probably because the corpse of an animal man with his upper and lower body in two was in his eyes.

And Ray has a death size.

Only then was it clear who created this sight.

"If you think it smells like blood... wasn't it just the guy there? Hey, can I talk to you for a second?

"... I'm Ray. He's in the martial arts. I was going to train here, and all of a sudden they attacked me, so I gave them back."

The guard frowned small at the explanation and turned his gaze toward Ray so that he remembered something.

"Put that hood down for a second. I want to see your face."

"Oh, I don't mind"

More than anything else to hide, Ray lowers his hood with nothing to resist.

The face that came out of it was certainly similar to the deep red that the guards knew.

Somehow, the man was guarding the arena when the qualifying round took place, so he looks directly at Ray's face with that eye.

That's why I couldn't have seen it wrong.

"... confirmed"

And the disgust that just floats in the face of the guard for a moment.

I was uncomfortable with that, Ray, but of the Bestian Empire in the first place... it's also an Imperial Guard.

I naturally determine that I cannot be favored over myself for creating the cause of the defeat of the Bestian Empire in the Spring War.

"So..."

More guards tried to say something, then. Dosari, the sound echoes around.

Turning his gaze toward the sounder, there a dread-haired man was falling to the ground.

It must be because I kept bleeding.

The guard, who quickly approached the dread-haired man, took the potion out of the pouch he was lowering to his waist and waved it to the man.

Of course it's a potion handed over to a guard. It is not that effective, it cannot naturally be said to connect the arm severed by the death size, and the time between death and wound recovery has been extended for the time being.

"Shit, I can't help it. Hey, I'm sorry, but you need to get to the jar and get my people. I'm gonna use the potion to buy time so this guy doesn't die here."

"Me? If you're going to explain to the guards, why don't you be your colleague, not me?

Tell him so, Ray, who stores the Death Size to Mystering.

There are a few potions in the mysteries, but Ray wasn't going to use them on the dread-haired guy.

Or if there weren't any guards here, they might have used potions to uncover the secret of the tattoo. But even if the guards recover more than they already have here, they won't be able to imitate what they're getting out of the dread-haired man.

For Ray, I've already found only that much value in a dying dread-haired man.

I want information about the organization attacking me, but as far as the dreadhair guy was concerned from earlier, I didn't seem to have any detailed information.

Above all, there was also the fact that words, deeds and atmospheres were completely off track.

"For once, you're the victim of this guy's attack. Because we can't leave the victim and the perpetrator alone."

"... I see"

Ray is convinced of the words if you ask him.

No matter how many perpetrators are already out of combat... No, I guess that's why as a guard you shouldn't keep yourself with a dread-haired man.

"Okay. Then I'll go."

"Oh, I asked. I'll try my best not to let this guy die."

Exchanging words briefly, Ray leaves the spot just as quickly as possible.

He was a guard who dropped it off and was swinging it off again every time the potion ran out of the wounds on both shoulders of dreadhair, but about minutes after Ray left. When you make sure there are no people around you at all, throw all the potions away at the weeds that were growing nearby.

What comes to mind in that look is not the guard's rugged look until earlier. No, he didn't even think of his opponent as a human in the first place, he had the look of seeing even the pebbles on the side of the road.

"Absolutely, you guys always do. Were you that angry that they kicked you out of your soul bell? Looks like he was doing a job that was turned from us... but he was only too confrontational."

of the guards… No, the dread-haired man answers nothing to his words as one who belongs to the Soul Reliever Bell.

Large amounts of blood from both shoulders have already completely clouded your consciousness.

I guess you understand that. The man laughs with his nose and spins words at the look of the dread-haired man.

"In the first place, they're deep red, aren't they? What do you do with a grand challenge from the front to an adventurer with an alias that even an army can handle?... Well, it's a thought for you moonlight bows to set up a raid without Griffon, his squire... no, or coincidence? Either way, it was a failure to attack him.... Haven't you heard?"

There's no way we can do more life extension than ditch the potion, and the life of a dread-haired man disappears little by little, little by little, with the blood that keeps flowing off his shoulders.

The man watching the condition reached for his neck just in case he confirmed that the light had completely disappeared from the eyes of the dreadhair.

The pulse had become very weak and the flame of life had completely disappeared with the feeling of the last tocum.

Make sure of that, sigh small.

"That's cheap for now.... It's just a moonlight bow, and I should hang a little again. Well, it's a lot of good for us to see these guys lose their power as a result."

The Moonlight Bow is an organization created by those who can't handle it in a soul-quenching bell, even if it's close to being held in half.

As a result of its establishment process, many people are really antagonistic about the bells of soul quenching, and it is not uncommon for targets to overlap.

It was not uncommon for members of the Soul Bell to be hurt or killed by multiplying it.

Therefore, as the bell of the soul, the weakening of the moonlight bow is a welcome thing.

"Well, I guess I'm glad the guards didn't catch me and tell me strange information"

The man who was dying in front of him was already half-cut of the line of his head when he found it.

If the guards captured him alive in that state... then I would decide that I was lucky enough to end up here.

(I don't know how it would have been if I had a deep red, but I could have gotten rid of it.)

As he exhaled in relief, he eventually heard a few people running and approaching footsteps.

The moment he hears the footsteps, the man changes his expression to the face of the guard, not a member of the Soul Reliever Bell.

"Shit!

He shouts a deliberately remorseful cry so that those who are approaching us can hear him.

I guess I heard that voice. The approaching footsteps are disturbed for a moment.

As he slaps his fist to the ground on the side of a dread-haired man who has lost his tip from both shoulders as it is, eventually the owners of the footsteps show up.

First of all, Ray. This one has no particular change in expression. Probably because I didn't originally think I could extract useful information from a dreadhair guy.

But the guards that Ray had brought in distorted their expression knowing that they had not made it.

"... you didn't make it?

To the words of his colleague, the man nods small as he looks up.

"Oh. The potion I have wasn't enough to maintain the status quo. I'm sure a little better potion would have been different."

"Right. But the potion that we guards bring..."

"Oh, I know. But I was hoping I could pull some information from the killer in this case. Especially the moonlight bowman."

"... right"

A moonlight bow with many people of a character who enjoy killing can naturally be described as an enemy to the guards or to the uncluttered heavens.

We've bumped into each other more than once, and every time, fewer guards have lost their lives.

So this was a great opportunity to get information on the moonlight bow, so the guards who rushed to backup sigh unfortunately.

"I can't help staying here. In the meantime, I'll do something about this body over here, so may I ask Lord Ray about the details of the disturbance that occurred this time?

Ray nods heavily at the words of the guard who shakes his head small and tells him.

I didn't like such a troublesome event because I honestly decided I couldn't refuse it.

"Even if..."

Mumble, gaze at Chirali and the corpse losing ahead from both shoulders.

(It was a wound I couldn't help using potion...?

Ray tilted his neck with deep doubts, but as soon as the guards called him, he followed the scene.