Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"That's pretty spectacular."

The Cathedral Knight (Paladin), stuck in magical silver (Mithral) armor, smiled invincibly and watched a herd of insects (Insectians) fill the horizon.

A large army that looks like a black mist, or a sumptuous sumptuous, or countless groups of people becoming one creature.

The sound of the earthquake itself and - whether it is a whisper or an order is flying across - the sound of a bug, even if I don't like it, comes into my ear.

The pressure that can only be described as overwhelming, which is increasingly accentuated by standing down on the ground.

I was trying to prove that numbers were just power.

To be drunk by it, she unleashed the Devine Subjugator. As it is, take a step to the extreme nature.

There is no need to hurry. Anyway, even if you keep your mouth shut, you'll come closer from the other side.

"Giggy, giggy, giggy"

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

What was cutting ahead was an integral giant roach (Panagyas).

Its bright green body is several times that of Valtrude. Left and right sickles alone would be beyond her height.

By becoming huge, the thorns that grow on the sickle, the double eyes in the round eyes, the jaws, the tentacles. Everything becomes clear and accentuated, and I feel physiological disgust.

Who the hell designed it, such as the head of the reverse triangle?

Valtrude, however, had no connection with such emotions. In the sense of fear, will there be more than Ig Nus-Zad, the subgod of spiders?

Huge roaches open their wings and fly in a straight line, filling the distance with a breath.

Meanwhile, the Beautiful Cathedral Knight waits for it, just quietly, with the Devil's Sword in place.

Like a jump in, a giant roach shook down the left and right sickles simultaneously.

But in the underground world, both organic and inorganic, the blade, which had torn everything apart, was lightly stopped by a magical silver shield integrated with her cage hand.

And there must be a difference in force that comes from an overwhelming body body, but you can't push or crush it.

"Hmm. To this extent."

It's not like I couldn't read the difference in force. I just needed confirmation.

In front of the anomaly, no, the Cathedral Knight, who is still on the battlefield and adds beauty, put his strength on both feet and pushed the sickle all the way down as it was received with a shield.

"Giggy, giggy"

I try to stop using four legs that are elongated compared to my body, but that ends in a wasted effort. Pushing in the sickle and filling the distance lightly, he swung the Devil's Sword aside and ripped off his leg as it was.

Fluid splashes, but it doesn't take a drop of splash on Valtrude, as if he feared beauty. Where his gigantic body leaned, he now swung down his divine sword and cut his head in two.

"Well, that's the number. If you're too strong, you'll have to deal with it."

Although it was only a matter of such a degree that it would be more convenient. Anyway, this is not a duel. It is a war in which every means is justified.

Okay, here we go.

You don't have to go anywhere. Slowly as if I were going for a walk, I push myself into a swarm of worms.

Earlier giant roach compatriots?

A few giant roaches loom, but cut off the sickle with the Succubus sword, or leave it to the armor and thin without defense - but not to its gigantic body - breaking both torso and lowering it like a flow task.

It's not a battle, it's a task you'd rather call extermination.

Still, Valtrude's beauty may not be compromised because he is in the midst of a bunch of physiological disgusting bugs, but because of his unmistakable and resolute fat muscles.

I guess I'm not very good at flying. The journey stays a short distance, but when one giant roach after another arrives, it is slashed down.

Normally, battles - wars, numbers say things.

An army of insects will probably eventually gain victory, no matter which army in this world, the Knights. It can be countered by something like the Verga Empire, which boasts an overwhelming force.

Before the number of violence, tactics and so on become meaningless.

But exceptions existed to everything.

For example, if there was a hero there who would not draw on the enemy army like Yunxia, but would not yield, and vice versa, overwhelming the group, the story would change.

No, there can be no such convenience.

So people run the organization.

But there are exceptions to everything.

And Yut in the air was a witness to it.

"Val is amazing, and as always, Exile's old man's battle is neither himself nor the lid..."

Unlike Valtrude, Exile descended into the centre of the herd. A place where countless anthropomorphic beings (Murmidons) gather, the main force.

Without being drunk by that black mist, he stood on the spot, like a rock that divided the river flow - performing more than Valtrude's killings.

"Nun."

Breathe out briefly and flash Spike Flail. A centrifugal blow sweeps the surrounding ant humans, and a pile of carcasses is built.

Spike Flail arrives, within a radius of about 10 meters.

An anthropomorph had already become an unspeakable wreck.

Get over it, or break through. Wave Spike Flail again.

This is all that surrounds us. I don't even need to aim. Also, you can't go through this storm of death and make an attack. Assuming the blade arrives, how painful would it be for this rock giant?

Still, I don't see any fright in ants humans.

It's an external enemy who destroyed the nest. If we fight, this one just dies. To connect the death of an individual to the life of the whole, he marches only according to the superior species, approaching the rock giant.

At the same time, they were not helpless.

If you can't get close enough, try to eject antacid and keep it away from the distance.

"There."

However, at all costs, its preparatory motion was only a gap for Exile. Just like when a sorcerer (wizard) casts a spell, he beats with Spike Flail first.

An unreasonable exception that fills the difference in numbers. Irregular was there to lead any operation to collapse.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle"

There appears an anthropomorphic with large, round feet and arms.

There is no reason to know about Exile, but it is a superior species called the anthropomorphic noble species Murmidon Noble. An individual specialized in combat among them, it stepped firmly on the earth with two legs, equipped with two spears and two shields with four remaining arms and appeared before the slaughterer.

Are you saying it's useless? As that ant man pierces the spear to the ground, the surrounding anthropomorphic species pull gently.

"Sounds like we're gonna do it."

You feel the power, rebuild Spike Flail, and move the big shield of autonomous defense to the front of your body.

At that time, the anthropomorphic noble species became ill.

Spears shaken down with explosive acceleration incomparable to anthropogenic labor species, first, eliminating the Great Shield. The interception that will come will be stopped with two shields, and that slaughterer will be seized with the remaining spear.

Ideal plan.

If it happens - though.

"Nuh."

The reality is ruthless.

It materialized to the point where the anthropomorphic noble species ran.

Swing Spike Flail at its feet, 10 meters away, with timing. Fat legs shrugged by an unexpected attack, he falls into a grand tumble.

Assuming it was an attack on the foot, there might still have been something to deal with, but I couldn't even react to a fast, sharp blow that tempered the power.

"Don't feel bad."

Swing Spike Flail overhead and down to the Ant human aristocracy lying on the ground.

An attack that doesn't matter is a testament to your recognition of strength.

That's what I was told, whether it was comforting or not.

To the anthropomorphic noble species, the opportunity to speak of it was lost forever.

"Energy Burst"

"Firewall"

"Holy Fire Blast"

Psychic Power, Theoretical Spells, and Divine Spells.

Flames emanating from three different sources (sauces) burn legions of insects. There is no way for them to resist aerial bombardment when they have been slammed to the ground by the roots of their flight power.

Lack of direct combat capability - nothing you can't do - the three of them were thoroughly attacked from above.

"Laku Chin Laku Chin"

Jonah, who remains on Yut's shoulder, seems very happy to work with those she likes.

Well, I wouldn't let you do this if you seemed pathetic, and I'd have trouble doing it like work, but that's why what this is about.

From the Albino girl, I guess it conveys fun emotions. Alcia also has a bitter smile on the edge of her mouth.

(Can we keep pushing it off as we put it behind us about Jonah?

As far as the war situation is concerned, we now have an overwhelming advantage. Both Valtrude and Exile are amazing at going a thousand times on the ground.

"Sniper's Feast"

Larsia also shoots precisely with her bow around commander-like bee humans (Melissa) and scorpion humans (Scorpios) as she moves from shadow to shadow.

That exact choice is very confusing to the enemy.

"haha haha"

I wonder how stressful it was.

Every time I pierced the steeple and killed him, he laughed from the bottom of his heart delightfully.

Now and again, aim for the next prey while shooting through the head of a bee human on a giant spider and then avoiding the thread of a spider released while sowing late.

Give the kid a laugh he won't let you hear.

The insects are completely alone, but not without sin. Let's get him to give up. Besides, Larsia is also calmly targeting the core of the enemy. I'm not lacking calm...... should be.

But as it is, it could be this one who gets pushed into jittery.

Jonah drained her mental power with the Cyclonic Blast, which halved an insect fortress earlier, and can only unleash an attack of ordinary power. Yut is also unprepared for powerful spells, and divine spells do not originally have powerful means of attack. I have a spell that kills pests, but it just didn't work for insects.

That anthill, the number of insects gushing out of an insectician fortress, appears to be slightly decreasing, but that would be within the margin of error.

So far I have been able to overwhelm the quantity with quality, but I don't know if I can go on until the end. No, I may be able to go on, but I don't necessarily have to.

"Mr. Arcia, Yona. I'm gonna be a little off."

"Okay."

"What do you do?

"Hey, I was wondering if I could poke the bugs off the ground."

With that explanation, I take Jonah down from my shoulder and deposit her with Arcia. It was a disgruntled look, but just as it is, it interferes with mental concentration.

Treasures (artifacts) removed from the pocket, jewels of the earth.

One of the jewels of heaven, earth and man, showing the kingdom of the eastern island nation of Li Kutua.

From Jinga, entrusted by Kagra.

"Show that authority, O treasure of the earth"

Just as before when the soil was modified, let the mind be oriented to convey the order.

Create the ground that swallows that group.

In response to that will, the jewels of the earth emit light. It overflowed all at once and easily swallowed the yut.

(Why at a time like this!?)

Yut, surprised by a different reaction than before, desperately tells the jewel to suspend the order. But the rampage of power continues, and the light only increases.

Finally, my vision was anointed with light, and I couldn't see anything.

Then, a few minutes.

Or a few hours.

Losing his sense of time, Yut was able to do so on the spot and inadvertently opened his eyes.

"Why did you fail... and how could the ground be?

It was a white space that lasted everywhere.

Transferred to another location. Or did they make you? The Arsians are bare, and there is no sign of the insects that were there.

Hey, my successor candidate.

Suddenly, voices echo in the space that was only white.

Reflectively turning around, a tatami room had appeared there. The Lord brings to his side breath (today's soak) a friendly smile.

"No way......"

The man who grows horns from his forehead and whose throat is covered by a golden scale.

"Exactly. I was once called Dragon Emperor."

As if to praise the well-made child, the dragon emperor - the man who united Li Kutua - gave the smile of a lover.