My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The vibrations transmitted from the ground and the sound of the ground are getting louder and louder. The monsters will be on the ground soon.

We have received reports that the evacuation of residents has been completed, but it is only said that they have left the town, and it will still take time to reach the foothills of the mountains defined as safety zones. If I let the monsters go free here, I risked being caught up in the mountains.

That's why Harold stayed here to stop us, as planned.

Dozens of sake barrels sat in a square near the center of the town. Standing in front of him, Harold grabbed two swords and swung them messily, breaking the barrels one after another.

Then, vibrant red and purple liquid spilled from the damaged area, and they instantly dyed the stone ground.

The identity of the liquid is the "Red Bottle", which is the opposite of a white bottle that keeps the monster away and lowers the encountered rate, that is, it has the effect of attracting the monster. In the original work, it was mainly used to efficiently hunt down monsters that gained experience and dropped rare items.

I was caught by the scent and monsters gathered around me. All the contents of the large barrels are filled with red bottles. Harold destroyed all the barrels.

Of course, many of the monsters that sprang up in this square would come.

Harold takes out as many of them as he can, gaining time for a second. It is easy to put into words, but it is extremely difficult to accomplish.

With a small exhale, Harold looks up at the sky as the sun sets. The night book will slow down the evacuees as they travel through the mountains. We have to attract monsters for that long.

The situation can only be described as hopeless if it is reorganized. That's why Harold laughs.

A ruthless smile that seems to look down on everything that has come to my mind many times since I became Harold.

That was the signal for the opening of the war.

The sound of the ground grew louder, and the sound of destruction and soil smoke rose from the entrance of the pit.

I guess the monsters gushing out of the tunnel were destroying the building.

But it wasn't just monsters with the power to destroy buildings. The first thing that came into Harold's sight was a quadruple-legged monster.

The supple form is reminiscent of a leopard, but it's about three meters long and has vicious, huge fangs and claws.

The Black Saber is a monster that appears in the game from midnight onwards and is quick to attack.

But that's it.

Harold lets out his fangs and claws and sews the attack of the three black sabers, avoiding them with minimal movement.

If anyone had seen the sight, it would have seemed that the three necks had been cut off at the moment of the intersection. The black saber falls down as blood splashes from the cutting surface. This smell of blood will also help bring monsters to Harold.

As expected, a variety of monsters came to defeat the Black Saber.

I saw dozens of black sabres and human monsters such as goblins and trolls, but I didn't know how to kill hundreds of them. There were also several Hornheads who fought in the Crusade.

A group of them filled the streets, swallowing up Harold like a tsunami.

"'Bortrans'"

Harold first cast his magic at those monsters. Monsters that are still a few tens of meters apart and densely lined up in a straight line look great.

Pierce through several of them with the bolt transporter, break their feet with the grand punisher and drive them crazy, burning down the fallen monsters with the flame column and damaging the surroundings.

I refrained from using high-powered magic from the beginning, even though it was a protracted war, but I was sure to reduce the number.

That's how I first defeated dozens of monsters, but it wasn't enough to destroy them, and I finally managed to make contact with my enemies after shooting a few magic shots.

(Checked out after stopping the foot. Dodge and attack at the same time. Kill with one blow)

Still, Harold deals with it with extreme calm.

If I stop my legs, I'll be surrounded by an overwhelming volume difference. In order not to do so, the attacker does not take it seriously, but dodges thoroughly. I chose a square where monsters had to disperse to make this move possible. In order to make it even easier to move, we first used a series of magic attacks to reduce the density of the first group.

However, if you just keep avoiding it, you will eventually become poor. Therefore, the evasive action moves to attack the monster before the evasive action. Even at difficult times, the position of the surrounding monsters continues to be grasped so that the evasive action becomes a reserve operation for the next attack.

Dodge the biting Black Sabre's attack to the left, then shake the club up and cut off the neck of each Goblin's arm that was about to attack. Avoiding a rush from behind the hornhead that pierces the gap, you jump with the back of a giant rock passing at your feet as your footing.

Then, he skewered the black sword into the mouth of the griffon, which was about to release magic from the sky, and made it desperate.

I pulled out my sword as I kicked over Griffon's body, which crashed without strength.

Harold falls according to gravity. The monsters that were still alive were waiting for me.

You can avoid them by using the Air Dash, but it's hard to use it when you're not on speed.

Still, there was no impatient color on Harold's face, and he looked down at the monster with a cold look.

Harold squeezes his right arm. The sword in her right hand was charged with magic power and glowed vaguely as it beeped.

Harold did not hesitate to throw the sword. A sword that is no longer called an ejector is thrust at the head of the hornhead with the appropriate force.

At that moment, Harold shouted.

[Lei Xun]!!

A dazzling flash of darkness. A thunderbolt roared with a few moments' delay.

After they passed, Harold was the only one who stood amidst the flames and black smoke. Many of the monsters that had received lightning strikes that surpassed even the lightning strikes were burned to the surface of their bodies.

The tremendous amount of blood that had dyed the floor of the square evaporated, and the scent of blood that turned back was covered up by the scorching smell rising from all sides.

When I used it for the first time, I could only attack a few meters with four lightning strikes.

Eight years since then. Now that he had trained his best talented flesh with a strong will, the game's Miscellaneous Fish technique was sublimated to the technique of burying dozens of monsters in a single blow.

The thunderbolt shattered the stone and picked up the sword that had fallen from the head of the bouncing hornhead. And Harold looked to his next enemy.

Even though I cleared out the monsters in the square, there were still remnants of them that were constantly coming. Furthermore, the crimson eyes reflected large monsters that were over five meters in length. I could follow a small or medium-sized monster and head for Harold.

If it was the enemy that we were dealing with right now, it would be the main force. The number and strength should be literally out of order.

Still, what you do remains the same. We're just gonna have to kill a lot of them.

"I will make this town a tomb for you." Thank me and die. "

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"Wow..."

Stone walls surround the town of Burston. One of Frieli's sisters unexpectedly leaked such a word in the mantle provided at the top of the mantle.

The distance from the Stone Wall to the center of the town does not allow us to ignore the fact that we are fighting directly. Still, the lightning that ran along with the roar and the rising pillars of fire told of the fierce battle of his master, Harold.

How terrifying is it to fight a large number of monsters alone? How much preparation do we need?

Harold Stokes, a young man under twenty years of age, is struggling for his life to save the people of this city from such fear.

"Hey, are you there?"

Keith, what are you doing here?

Unexpectedly, Keith turned around from the entrance of the ladder leading to the hut, and there was a figure of Keith who was supposed to go to the foot together as an escort for the evacuees. I don't think I noticed him because he was too focused on the battle situation.

Keith is breathing on his shoulder and sweating a lot of sweat. I was able to run a considerable distance.

"I left the guards to the rest of the guards and the Knights." More than that, what's the situation like? "

So far, as planned, we've been engaged near the central square.

When I heard about the operation, I thought that everything was nonsense, but Harold's combat abilities seemed to be slightly more than ordinary people could imagine. Even after more than fifteen minutes had passed since the start of the battle, he was holding down a horde of monsters in the square.

"Looks like my husband's worst-case scenario hasn't happened yet."

Keith said so in a slightly reassuring voice.

The worst that Harold could have imagined when the operation was communicated to Frieli's members. It was that the monster was not caught in the red bottle.

Assuming that the monsters of different races were controlled by some means in the underground, if so, the behavioral principles might be different from the traditional monsters.

If so, the monsters may chase after the evacuated residents without Harold's knowledge. That was the worst he could have imagined.

“That's right, and worst of all, we haven't even had a leak yet.”

"... wait. Not one?"

"Yeah? Yeah, that's right."

You're still funny, aren't you?

"When I say that, it's strange that you're fighting more than just a few monsters... but, well, it's certainly strange."

Even if I could defeat a horde of monsters on my own, the number was over a thousand. Isn't it physically impossible not to divulge it at all?

However, there are no reports from the scouts hiding in the town. There should be no mistake, as we communicate regularly with various points in the light signal, which only those belonging to Frieli have been informed of.

"Don't get caught in anything."

He leaked his words in a roaring voice. In front of such a Keith, the man also remembers something uncomfortable.

I wonder if they're missing something.

However, even if I was troubling my mind here, I could not find out the cause of the discomfort.

"Tch, well, now is a good time. More than that, are you ready?"

"You will not be delayed." I'm always available if you need me. ”

If Harold dies, or fails to hold the monster, the door is blocked by blowing up a bucket at the top of the gate that serves as the entrance to the town.

For this reason, I had scouts hiding all over the town and watched the situation closely.

Nevertheless, this is a painstaking measure. There was no guarantee that the collapsed urn would successfully block the door, and if the monster became violent, it could destroy the stone wall. As a precautionary measure, I set up a defense line near the gate and planted the remaining explosives. I also prepared combustibles, so I wanted to burn and kill the monsters that I had broken through, or to deal damage and buy time.

"... if possible, don't take this method anymore."

"In that case, you can't guarantee Harold's life..."

It was like a suicide at a time when I was working alone against thousands of monsters, and if I was in a state of crisis, it was not sane to block the entrance and leave the fire unattended.

I can escape to the pond installed at the other entrance, but there is a pit with monsters nearby, so I wonder if I can reach it when I need to evacuate.

Why would Harold do this?

I don't know. It just makes sense for my husband to risk his own life.

Is it the nobleman who holds on to it?

"I know a fine nobleman who lives by his ways, but I've never seen or heard of a nobleman doing this much for a people who is not his territory alone."

Keith is right. Certainly, Harold's actions are meant to save lives, and in that sense they deserve praise. But there was no such thing as an aristocrat. On the contrary, it deviates from common sense as an act of combat.

Harold risks his life as if it were nothing. At first, I thought it was a sign of absolute confidence in my strength. But not now.

No matter how much danger you face, you don't have to be timid to run into yourself. He doesn't even look like he's looking for a place to die, not to save someone.

"Hey! It's a signal!"

While crushing his bitter feelings in his chest, Keith's voice returned to me.

Use binoculars to check the signal content to make sure you are looking at it correctly. And when he saw the content, the man lost his words.

"Oh, no..."

"What happened!?"

In response to Keith's question, the man returned with astonishment.

"'There's a figure,' 'there's a child,' 'there's only one person...'"

"No way...!"

"Whether you're running late or an intruder... no matter what, there's still one child in this town."

That was the moment when Harold's assumption of the "worst-case scenario" collapsed.