Legend

Get away from me. The guard who was screamed that way never thought that was the first warning that was directed at him.

That's why when I was screamed, I turned my gaze reflexively on Daridora... toward the escort.

And I noticed Daridora looking at herself, where for the first time I knew that the warning now was directed at me.

Right near me...... until a few seconds ago, I only saw a corpse. Know that the person is right on my side for some reason and is gazing at me with a clear intent to kill.

Why, I didn't feel any signs, wonder, doubt.

At the same time that such fragmentary words pass behind the brain, the body a few seconds ago protrudes the blade of the dagger in its hand towards the neck of the guard…

If I thought I heard a strange sound of cum, the next moment the person who was still trying to stick out a dagger blade at me was disappearing from the sight of the guard.

"Huh!?

Deciding he was helpful, he kicked the floor almost reflexively and jumped backwards from where he was now, clearing the distance.

That's it, I finally figured out what happened to the person who tried to kill me.

There are a number of small pieces of blood piercing your body.

Despite bleeding from more than a dozen places, including his face, the man in white looked completely unconcerned about the pain and stared at the man who was supposed to be his prey.

(What, are you in pain? So you feel the same way about those three guys who raided us today? No, but...)

By taking the distance, a man who is finally calming down sees the man in white at the end of his gaze and whines inside.

At that time, the other escorts had already cemented the perimeter of Daridora with their weapons in their hands, and the escorts had also formed in front of the entrance to the room, and there was no escape route for the man in white.

But in spite of that situation, the man turns the dagger in his hand towards the man he missed.

Seeing a man in white like that, I realize that the escorts, including Daridora, are clearly different from the three men who attacked themselves during the day, if not less.

The three raiders, who were not in pain, had no such thing as a light of will in their eyes.

But the man in white who was now at the end of their gaze had a firm will in his eyes.

"... who, you?

Get your hands off Nebra's eyes equipped under the dragon robe and Ray shrugs.

For Ray, who doesn't know the three men who attacked Daridora, there is only the perception that the man in white in front of him is someone who hasn't put the upset on the table at all, even though he attacked it and it hit him......

(I've fought several times before with enemies who don't feel pain... I didn't expect you to be relative even in a place like this)

With his hands off Nebra's eyes, Ray grips the spear of dusk he took out of the mysteries in that hand at the next moment.

Death sizes, which predominate in slashing and tearing movements, are unsuitable for use inside the laboratory room, even if they are somewhat large.

It was decided that a spear of dusk would be useful here.

If this was the outside, and we could do damage to the perimeter, we would have taken out the death size though.

Or a two-spear stream... I think so, and I still float myself that it's not complete enough to be used in action.

Immediately switching from his thoughts past the back of his brain, Ray stands next to an escort attacked by a man in white with a spear of dusk in his hand.

I'll take care of this place. I'll take care of Daridora.

"No, but..."

You weren't immediately convinced by Ray's words, or even though he was hired to be an armed adventurer, probably because he didn't notice a man in white attacking him at all.

You wanted to return the stigma. He was the man of the escort, but Ray opens his mouth with a twilight spear tip to the man in white who is moving a little bit with Jiri.

"What's your original purpose? To take down that man in white? Or... to protect Daridora, who is the subject of escort?

If you say so, the man in the escort can't say anything more about me.

Since I was hired as an escort for Daridora, it was naturally Daridora's safety that should be a top priority.

"Okay. Please."

The man of the escort whining in remorse and returning to Daridora.

Confirming the appearance horizontally, Ray turns his tip towards the man in white with relief.

I know the man in the escort has some strength.

But whatever it is outside, even if it's somewhat large, if you're going to wave a spear of dusk inside a lab like this, you're the only one in the way.

... In the end, Ray talked about Daridora's safety in order to keep her out of the way when fighting a man in white... was accurate.

The man at the escort also understood half of Ray's thoughts, but I understand that my arms are not far from Ray's, so I ride Ray's mouth truck with great care.

Sometimes I could see Ray's prowess, who has a deep red alias, with his own eyes.

"Well, who are you?... can you tell me that much?

It was Ray's word to tell the spear of dusk in his hand, but the man in white says nothing.

All you have to do is live in your eyes with the intent to kill and look at Ray.

"I'm telling you, I'm not letting you get away with this. If you tell me why you attacked the lab, I'll take the attitude I deserve. Apparently it was your hands who attacked Augusto and Daridora today, and the information is valuable."

That's what I told Ray, but I was almost certain that the person in front of me probably wouldn't listen to me very much.

Because there was something in the eyes of the person in front of me that was like my belief that could not be bent.

The person in this hand hardly hears what anyone else has to say.

Because I'm still staring at that gap, ignoring Ray's words.

"Shit, I knew it wouldn't work.... then I can't help it. It'll be a little rough, but you have to understand the area...!

At the same time as I finish, a flash is released from Ray's hand.

Daridora, who saw it, could only see that the red light ran.

Few of the escorts were able to confirm the spear movement with their own eyes.

A blow so fast.

Exactly the blow, which can also be called a red flash, goes straight to the man in white.

Of course Ray isn't going to kill the other guy either.

Now that we may get some information without having to talk about anything more than we need a little information, the blow is a blow fired at a man in white hands... aimed at a hand holding a dagger.

"Gu!"

I guess the man in white was more confident in his skill than he was the assassin that remained on this occasion.

But... still, unfortunately, I totally misjudged what Ray was capable of.

A sharply released spike blow pierces the arm of the man in white lightly… on the contrary, it cuts off the arm lightly, even in a state that has not shed magic due to the sharpness of the spear at dusk and Ray's physical abilities.

That cutting surface, which is too sharp, is that the man in white for the first few seconds doesn't realize his arm has been severed... on the contrary, it doesn't even bleed.

"Become!?

And moments later, I notice my arms are gone, and at the same time, a lot of blood erupts from the cutting surface.

"In the meantime, you're out of weapons.... the next leg to escape? Or the other hand? I want to avoid doing something about my head to see what I'm going to do."

"This... monster!

A man in white screaming.

Ray put up a spear of dusk, ignoring the cry, but behind such a ray Daridora and those gathered as his escort were somehow nodding to agree with the words of the man in white.

That's all, I guess the dusk spear blow I just saw had just incredible power, sharpness, and above all speed.

"I turned that monster against the enemy. You know you don't get to win anymore, right? Is it time for you to surrender?

"An idiot! You can't possibly imitate that!

A man in white reaching for his nostalgia, screaming.

As soon as he sees it, Ray moves forward.

"Shit!"

It was not a dusk spear blow that was unleashed, but a blow in Nebra's eyes.

Flying as he slashed and ripped the air, one after the other he was released to the man in white.

Released by Ray's physical abilities, the man in white couldn't avoid it either.

Many shots were hit in the only remaining left arm, and the shock caused something to fall zero from the hand the man in white was nostalgic for.

It looks like a glass bottle, but strangely it rolls without breaking even if it falls on the floor.

I was concerned about the contents of that bottle and Ray turned his gaze to you only for a moment, but the next moment he waves the spear of dusk again.

Now it's not a poke, it's a blow from a horizontal giraffe.

The waved blow will not destroy parts of the lab, such as desks and walls, but will go to the man in white.

The man in white also understood the power of that blow, and I managed to avoid it... even if it was a blow of a shovel rather than a poke, the speed was not easily avoidable.

"Ha!

Ray's hand conveys the feeling of smashing a man's ribs.

The man, blown away with that feeling, blew straight and straight to the side...... hit the wall, hitting the crack and finally stopped moving.

"Hey... the humans flew straight next to each other... that's close to a few meters too..."

I could hear one of Daridora's escorts squealing like that from behind, but Ray leans closer to the man in white who hit the wall without looking particularly concerned.

I don't think he's dead because of that response.

I broke my rib, but it didn't kill me.

I recognize it so and watch the man not move slightly... but at the next moment I got a look like I don't understand.

"What?"

I guess Daridora's escorts wondered about the voice that could also be called Ray's bare fanaticism. Some of the escorts come to Ray.

"What's up?

"... look at this"

One of the escorts turns his gaze to the man in white to Ray's words, who shrugged.

That's how I saw a man spitting green liquid out of his mouth with blood.

The figure of the man with his eyes open was dead from wherever he saw it.

"He died in Ray's blow... that doesn't sound like a good idea"

"Oh."

Ray nods instantly at the words of the man in the escort.

My blow only had the power to seriously injure my opponent.

But it wasn't a lethal blow that could take lives instantly.

"In the first place, if you died from my blow, what's that green liquid you're spitting out of your mouth?... the blood is blood and the red is flowing through my mouth..."

"That's... no, then what is this green liquid?

"So you can ask me that. I didn't do anything."

"I would have hit you with that spear"

It was Ray who had such an exchange, but I had something to think of.

Anyone who becomes an assassin with such things as comics and novels that he saw when he was in Japan will drink poison in advance and take the antidote if the mission succeeds.

(No, still not too soon to die? So... poison for self-determination?

Think that far...... At the next moment, a slightly missing voice will rise from Ray's mouth as well earlier.

"Uh..."

"Yeah? What's going on? Did you come up with something?

Naturally, if such a voice was raised, the escort who was nearby could not have noticed, and I ask him so.

Ray opens his mouth while showing trouble.

"Maybe... maybe really, but you've drunk the poison for self-determination you were planting in your back teeth or something? That too, I didn't drink it trying to drink it myself, but with the shock of hitting the wall with my blow..."

"No way... I don't think anything would die of such a dumb imitation."

Swallow the poison for self-determination with the impact of a bump, death.

No matter where you look from, it won't be anything but dumb.

He was the man of the escort who tells him that, but Ray's gaze is on the wall... when a man in white is hit and pointed at a wall with a crack in it, I'm convinced.

Normally, you can't assume this much shock.

Of course not everyone would be equally poisoned if they were given the same impact.

I was still simply unlucky. I just have to say that.

"Leaving that aside...... did this guy end up attacking the lab? It was a long time ago."

It would be useless to think any more than dead for now.

Even if that's what Ray thought he'd whine about, the escort man opens his mouth like a shudder.

"You know, Ray, that's why it was so easy to take him down, right? Normally, it's probably someone you've been messing with."

"Really?

"Oh, yeah.... but even a strong Ray has such a powerful magic item on top of that. I feel sorry for my enemies."

Words that are not particularly thoughtful, even if all the researchers in your faction have been killed.

When Ray turns his gaze questioning it, the man clasps his shoulders small and opens his tease.

"I was hired by Mr. Daridora only recently. I hardly knew him here.... than that bottle this guy dropped, don't you mind a bit?

The man told him so and walked out to the one with the bottle rolling on the floor.