Legend

The bandits were a group of people who started working around Subrusta about a year ago, calling themselves Unsullied Pure White.

It was a name as if it were a righteous ally, but what such a name is. An act of innocent white without dirt on the back is extremely atrocious.

If we attack the merchant squad, we try not to kill and capture people, but naturally that's not because of the humanitarian idea... but because we hope we have someone to cry out about with our own worries.

Those who are captured are made to see that they regret that all of them have been born.

Like forcing boiling water to drink, making daggers thrown, peeling nails, choosing eyeballs, pulling teeth out forcefully...

If the act is torture to obtain any information, it will be easier for the torturer to spit out the information.

But... the innocent whites do it with their own pleasure.

... Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, the bandits who belong to Unsullied Pure White are only abusive hobbies... all those who prefer to practice hurting people, and did not have a hobby for women in a sexual sense?

Most of all, if you ask me if I'm really lucky, everyone will say no.

Even if they are not abused in a sexual sense, they are abused in a physical sense.

That too, for such reasons as wanting to hear screams and cries.

Even today, the unspoilt pure white men enjoyed the screams of daggering through the hand of the only surviving woman as a leisurely crush, throwing stones, daggers, branches of trees all rolling around the area when fixed to the trunk of a tree.

But because the scream was comfortable in my ear, or because I was too passionate about it, the woman died... I had no choice, so when I was talking about whether it was time to go and attack another prey, the voice echoed around me.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

That was the beginning of the nightmare for the unspoilt, pure whites.

At first, as some kind of monster flew through the sky, I thought it must have sounded.

If that were all, I wouldn't have had to worry so much about it, to be honest.

In fact, this place, which is currently based by the unspoilt pure whites, used the surrounding trees to cover it up well, because they were strongly confident that they would not have to worry about finding it.

One of the major reasons why Unsullied Pure White, previously known as the Vicious Bandits, has not been found by any adventurers, guards, etc., is that its cover-up technique is very skillful.

But the human eye could not delude Seto's... Griffon's eyes.

The moment the ringing echoed around him, those who brought about the nightmare in the true sense appeared.

"You guys are not worth selling off as slaves.... Fortunately, your base looks like this, and we don't need to get the information out. So... die."

All of a sudden he shows up and kills one of the bandits, and that person throws the spear out of nowhere with only his arm.

The spear released as if to slash and tear the air itself, at such a speed that it did not think it was a spear… it flew at such a speed that it mistakenly thought it was an arrow shot from the bow, clustered several bandits together and pierced them, finally stopping the movement as it pierced the trunk of a tree that had grown nearby.

"Yes... now! He threw a spear, so the only weapon left is that sickle! All at once! Let's show him the power of spotless pure white!

One of the bandits screams, upset.

If you weren't upset, the person who attacked you had it was a sickle, and you would have figured out who that was.

The number of adventurers is high, but they are quite a few, such as those who use the Great Sickle as a weapon.

Not to mention that if the person handled spears together besides the sickle, he couldn't have known who such a person was.

And challenging the fight without knowing who the other person is is nothing but a fatal mistake in this case.

If those on this scene had been able to ascertain Ray's identity, they would have escaped first without imitating here in vain to challenge the battle.

That's not surprising that you don't do anything to worry about your people and disappear into the woods at first sight to help yourself alone.

But... it was just a raid that deserved to be called accidental, but the unspoilt pure whites said Ray... they had a deep red alias, and the bandits could not realize that he was a feared bandit eater.

We were the ones who always struck unexpectedly, and I guess we didn't think we'd be struck unintentionally.

Also, the confidence that the camouflage to hide this stronghold was well made led to the alarm of such unspoilt, pure white bandits.

Such bandits are not even enemies to Ray... they are just beings to be called targets.

Heading that way, Ray mows his life lightly when he wields his death size.

If Ray's death size waves, that's what a few bandits do without exchanging their hands, their legs, their torso, their necks severed.

Some of them had high crisis-sensing abilities and escaped according to them, saying that the death penalty was definitely the death penalty if they were found because they were on the outside road.

This band of bandits is only a group of outward roads and very few have the kind of fellowship.

Those people got away first...

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The blow to the forefoot waved by Seto, who has fallen from the sky, easily crushes the head and torso of the bandit.

It hits the trees that were growing nearby as they were crushed, and the impact breaks the bones.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!

The bandit screams when he sees Seto... more precisely the death of a companion lightly killed by Seto.

Paired with Seto's chirping earlier, some of the bandits finally turned their gaze to Seto there.

"G...... it's a griffon. Ahhhhh!

What that word brought was deadly.

Even though he was alarmed, he was ambushed by vicious beings like Ray, and his people were being killed one after the other.

In addition to that, if Griffon appears, he has neither the ability nor the guts to rebuild himself from the situation to the kind of bandits who have attacked weaker opponents than himself to satisfy his full abusive taste.

And most of all, it was decisive...

"Wait a minute. You think it's a griffon? So, the adventurer who attacked me gave me the sickle... That's deep red, not bandit eating!

Who screamed that decisive word, it was on Ray... and the bandits didn't know.

I guess what we just know is that it was until it was fatal for the bandits to show up before us.

Not the kind of opponent you can fight and win, but a being that brings absolute death to you, just like the death size Ray has.

"Ugh... Wow!

When Ray understands who he is, the unspoilt pure white bandits flee to fight ahead.

That's also the kind of escape that someone thinks is going to try and fight Ray, just hope he can get away with it.

"If you want to run, you can't be a bandit from the start... don't!

The spear of dusk, unleashed with its fury, pierces a few of the bandits who ran away from their backs.

Some of the bandits pierced from their backs remain pierced by dusk spears as they are about what coincidence worked.

And Ray, who saw the eartip of the spear of dusk stabbed in the trunk of the tree with his back pierced with several bandits, remembers for a moment the word moz.

Naturally such an eyed bandit is no longer alive, and collapses from the trunk of a tree to the ground when the spear of dusk returns to Ray's hand with its ability.

"Look, don't run away! No dirt, pure white. That's what I call a joke. Show me some more strength!

If you don't use a dusk spear, Ray will take the spear out of the mysteries when he punctures the dusk spear into a nearby tree trunk.

That's a substitute that Ray used before he got the spear of dusk, the tip of the tip of the tip is missing or the patterned part is about to break, which should be treated as a waste.

Ray throws that spear in his hand with the twist of his body.

Neither speed nor power is significantly inferior to Ray's dusk spear blow earlier, as there is no escape nor throwing at all.

But if you're a correspondingly strong opponent, you're still as powerful as you can be to attack helpless bandits as you are now ahead of Ray's gaze.

Spears thrown one after the other while slashing and tearing the air pierce the bandits for only a fraction of that number of spears.

A bandit who died after being smashed in the head would say he was lucky because he died without feeling any pain.

Some of them turned out to be flank pierced, thighs shattered, arms shattered...

Such will fall by impact and roll around the ground.

Naturally the soil will stick to the injured place as well and it will be unworthy hygiene to treat it...... for Ray, who is unwilling to treat the bandits and decides to just kill them all, looking at the situation of those bandits won't be particularly heartbreaking.

Ning Lo, you can still feed on monsters and animals like this, and when you glance at them cold in the wind, you're lucky enough to follow the person who escaped from the scene.

(Well, I'm not very lucky)

Even if we can get out of here, that doesn't mean we succeeded in getting out.

No matter how used you are to moving around the woods with bandits, that's why you can't get away from Ray... and Ray's partner Seto.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh!

In fact, there is a scream in the woods.

The branches of forest trees blocking the summer sun, in the downpouring woods of leaky days, scream that doesn't deserve it at all.

Turning to those who hear such screams, Ray retrieves the spear of dusk and stores it in mysteries with the Death Size before starting to move on.

Without walking for a few minutes, Ray's sense of smell, sharper than that of an ordinary person, sniffed off the iron rust odor.

Whose blood stinks would be obvious without having to think about it.

In fact, because Ray's eyes as he walked quickly saw a bandit enduring pain as he lost both legs and rolled down the ground.

If you look at it, a little further away, two legs, believed to belong to bandits, have fallen to the ground.

A blow that was forcefully destroyed with force, not a sharp cut like the one slashed in Ray's death size.

I don't even have to think about who did it for Ray.

"Ugh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't come, don't come, don't come!

"Hi-yay, yay, yay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!

"Mom, Mom! Where are you? I'm here, help me, please don't come!

Such screams are rising everywhere in the woods.

"... you pissed Seto off"

Griffon, also known as Reaper of the Great Sky, is feared.

But as you can see from having a lion's lower body, it doesn't mean he's not good at running on the ground, not just flying.

Not to mention, this is in the woods. For monsters and wild beasts, that would be exactly the place to call home ground.

What happens if you imitate something that pisses Seto off in a place like that?... that was shown by the screams that are currently echoing through the woods.

What made Seto angry...... that was obvious.

As far as the rest of the bandits are concerned, Seto leaves Ray to walk back to where Ray stepped down earlier.

What's there is a woman's body, completely naked, her hands pierced with daggers and stopped sewn into a tree trunk.

At first glance, it was clear that the woman was not already alive.

In the first place, if you're alive, you can't possibly be this adulterous with a bunch of daggers stuck in your body, and most importantly... with daggers buried to the root on your forehead, I don't think you can live.

I was able to recognize a woman as a woman because she was completely naked.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have recognized the presence of a woman with scratches on her face, not very much, starting with her forehead.

"... I should have killed you after I made you suffer a little more"

Ray groans abominably as he remembers the bandits he pierced with spears earlier.

While doing so, when the cloth is removed from the mystering, the dagger is removed from the palm and lowered onto that cloth, wrapped around the body and then stored in the mystering.

I can't store creatures, but I can store bodies.

In the meantime, the woman's carelessness cleared up, so she shrugged in her heart... and went into the cave of a spotless pure white stronghold.