Summoned Slaughterer

"Out of the way"

"Ghan!?

One, two, three kicked Sikh clinging to his hips.

Without a glance at the colloquial rolling sikh, one, two, three with the sickle began to move on again.

Its footsteps are slow but powerful, emitting pressures that no one can stop.

"Dark magic..."

"Don't be a wolf! Fold it up with a bow and magic!

At the same time a voice was heard, in addition to stones and wind blades, even compressed water currents target one, two, three.

"Oops. This guy is fierce."

One, two, three avoid the magic of flying, like taking light steps.

The elves can't hide their frustration at one, two, three moving to the right and left as about 10 people stand around in a semi-circular fashion.

"Timing around!

"It's late!"

One, two, three, let go of the sickle, not of the copper.

"Yikes!"

One elf's neck muscle, the sickle stabs thoroughly to catch on the clavicle.

The stunned, eye-opening elf was drawn to one, two, three, not long before he pulled through.

"Yikes."

With a light hanging voice, I slit my neck while pulling out the sickle.

Bumping his hands and legs, the elf is deathly turned into a shield against wind magic and his whole body into a rattle.

One, two, three, threw his body toward one elf, having lost strength.

"Ugh?"

"Oh my God!

Magic will now fly one after another, including arrows, to one, two, three, which will penetrate the noisy elf.

One, two, three intercepted the bow and magic from the front, which is struck out without a gap, cannot avoid everything on the boulder, with a few more cuts on the arms and cheeks.

But one, two, three are laughing.

"That's right, that's right! Desperate to fight! Aim for my life! To protect my life! To protect someone's life!

Zah! and flesh to one elf to scatter sand and slip in, punching him in the face thoughtfully with fists clenched in bronze.

He threw the copper in his grip as he turned around and crushed the other face as well.

"Ha-ha-ha... Ha-ha-ha..."

I slip my fingers on my cheeks and feel hot blood tangled at my fingertips.

"Imagine dying. That's the only way I can taste the living reality. Most…"

Store the clam, one, two, three pull out the knife on the hips.

The light of the sun, with a slight peek into his face, lit a knife slightly from the gaps in the trees.

"At the point of distraction from dying, you guys won't die in any way,"

The elves also fought forgetting to unleash magic on themselves and on the elves, laughing with their arms dyed to their elbows.

"Oh?"

To the remaining elves, one, two, three, turned their cutting-edge.

"You gave up and decided to accept death? Slashing a puppet is boring."

Enjoy the feeling of tingling and pain running wounds and stand with the knife on your left shoulder.

"Don't be ridiculous!

There are seven elves left. An elf shouted when he decided he could be sufficiently overwhelmed.

Once again, a magical shooting takes place simultaneously.

Much faster activation and bullet speeds than the magic used by humans cannot be dismissed for one, two, three or less.

One, two, and three, who lower their posture and step forward as they slip, are cut off from their shoulders and subjected to stones in their bellies, but do not slow down.

"Warm!"

"Yikes!"

Keep the momentum running through, double-crossing the elves that were giving instructions.

Short screaming, the elf dropped his split body into two pieces to the ground.

"Phew..."

It's already full of creativity in appearance, but its face is clear.

"That human being, immortal..."

One, two, three pointed his mouth at the words that someone muttered.

"Rude. Immortality would be boring. The battle will shake your heart because you may die."

Standing with his patterned head against his left hip, one, two, three approaches the next elf in one leg and kills him with a thrust of momentum that shoots him out.

He pulled out the knife, approached it with his back as another elf magically struck out countless pieces of rubble, turning around and snapping his neck.

"Four more?"

Shake the knife and pay for the blood.

"Is there no other magic? Show me more."

"Ku...... this!

One elf let go was a flaming arrow.

"You!?

One, two, three, caught the other elves surprised, at the edge of their sight.

Sometimes it means living in the woods, and fire magic is rarely used, rather than unusable.

"That's fine."

Dare to avoid the arrows of fire with criticism.

A scorching fire burns on the right side and the road clothes can be burned black.

"I lived desperately. You'd feel that way, wouldn't you?

The knife protruded by one, two, three pierces the elf's chest and the cuttoe faces out of his back.

"Well..."

Blood mixes in the blurred voice and the knife falls out on the fallen clap.

Blood dripping from the tip falls to the ground.

"Three more"

The whining is small. But it sounded right in everyone's ears as a death sentence.

☺☻☺

Before the one, two, three raids, it was the house of the leader Zanger where there was movement.

"I'll get in your way."

Before dawn, it was a man named Laboulas who put together the men of the village who stepped in with only one word of shapely rejection.

Far from the image of an elf, a tall, muscular, big man who was good at handling knives, but also good at magic, contrary to his appearance.

"It's kind of labolous. Suddenly."

"Which is sudden?"

In the atmosphere of knowing on his own, Laborus, sitting across from Xanger across the enclosure, was drifting swordswallowing air from his entire body.

"I heard you let humans into this village."

"Oh, you let it in. Instead, you might want to say you had me come."

"... let me ask you why you did that"

It's personal.

In the enclosure where the fire weakens, Xanger throws in twigs.

It's none of your business.

"What do we need human beings for? Besides, what do you need to rent a vacant house in the village to stay in?

Gradually, Laboulas' voice is lowered.

"... what are you so desperate for?"

"I am."

Laboulas put his strength into his fingers grabbing his knees.

"You as a mentor are meant to be respectful. I think it brings the villagers together well, and a lot of people hear you say that. But..."

As the word-cut lab lass raised her right hand, a poose came in from the outside with her arms grabbed by two male elves.

"If you say you've broken the code, I'm not going to forgive you for it"

Poose seemed badly punched (buzzed), swollen his left cheek, pounding and tearing from both eyes. They're grabbing both arms to keep them from magically healing.

"Puse......! What are you thinking about getting your hands on your countrymen?

"Those who break the code are not called compatriots."

As the men let go, Puse collapsed as he walked yo-yo, kneeling beside Zanger.

"Puse, are you okay?

"Also, I'm sorry, Dear Zanger..."

I raised my voice to Xanger, who I think has something to apologize for, that Laborus seeped his anger into.

"Those who went out with Poose to pick up humans were found dead"

Laboras said he woke up. Asked about the situation from Sikh and searched near the junction on the wilderness side. So he discovered the body of a compatriot devoured by animals.

"That would be the result of my attempts to ignore my instructions and treat them as absurd. I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't think that's against the code."

"Unless they're human."

The lab lass, with her eyes open, glared at Zanger.

"That's not the only problem."

Laboulas called Puse as someone who knew the situation and decided to let him talk about the situation. So, Laboras said he asked Puse.

"Sikh was listening in disgust. You said you broke the code, spoke to your dying compatriots, and killed them before you had a calm death or something! I called Poose to hear that story."

About that, he beat up Puse, who was frightened and didn't break his mouth, and Laboulas was forced to listen out.

"... the leader, Zanger. The man you called in killed his compatriots and even hurt the important code of this village. Do you really think you can do this in a personal way?

Laboras took his gaze off the zanger with his mouth tied off and glanced at Puse, who was crying down.

"At least, the sin of fouling the death of our compatriots is also in Puse. He should be banished to the woods, according to the village code."

"... you just happen to fit in with what humans have done. I don't think so."

Xanger lined up his defensive words as he rubbed Puse's back with his right hand.

But none of that convinced Laborus.

"Unfortunately, I'm not willing to listen to you. Tomorrow morning I will explain things to the villagers and take you off the leadership. … it will also be necessary to show the human body to reassure the villagers and deport Puse to show the severity of the code"

"You're going to kill that human being."

"Naturally. That is foreign and disastrous. Nothing but a quick disposition."

Can you do that?

"Those who are moving under me also understand the importance of the code. For this reason, I am also convinced that we will end the human race"

Laborus seeped confidence in the words, but Xanger's response was an ironic grin.

"That's not what I meant. The men of the village, they say," Can you beat that man? "

"Are we going to lag behind every human being?

"I took the delay, so the guys I picked up must be dead."

For a while, the silence wrapped the indoors, but the lab lass rose again.

"Anyway, in the morning, I'll do your dismissal and the deportation of Puse as a general favor of the villagers. Until then, I won't allow you both to leave this house."

Leaving the two men who brought Puse as watchdogs, Laboulas left.

"... as always, when you lose with your mouth, you run away, he's"

"Dear Zanger..."

"Look, wipe your tears. You look so cute, if you messed it up with tears like that, you wouldn't have any body."

Grabbing a piece of cloth that was loaded beside me, I gently wipe Puse's face.

"I'm not interested in being a mentor anymore. You've gone all the way to Puse and that human being..."

I'm so sorry, and Xanger stroked Pusse softly with his right hand that he could still move.

☺☻☺

Sikh, listening in front of Zanger's house, knew that Puse would be banished and rushed to one, two or three places to seek help.

Because of what I told Laboulas, I couldn't get around to thinking about it until Puse took the blame. No matter who you tell in the village, if Laboras says you broke the code, Puse will never be forgiven.

I thought that a man of such strength might be able to rescue Puse and take him somewhere safe.

I was scared to see that horrible human being, and I couldn't stop my knees trembling when I remembered the smile when I killed my countrymen, but I couldn't think of any other good way. On my own, I don't even think I can beat the men who stayed as my turn.

That's how Sikh, who asked for help, and the assassin unleashed by Laboulas arrived at a cabin where one, two, three stops at about the same time.

And now Sikh finally wakes up with wings to lose his mind again.

"... that?

The blurry sight, the heavens and the earth are upside down.

"Oh, there he is..."

He was stunned after hitting a tree trunk with it upside down.

After twisting his body with thighs, Sikh finally returned to the sitting position, recalling the situation before he lost his mind.

"Oh, that human being... Huh!?

There is a completely crushed vacant house in front of me, with a number of bodies rolling across it.

"Ugh... yeah..."

Sik puked until his stomach was empty as his body looked straight out of the body that split in two.

I regained my mind and looked for one, two, three not to look at the body, but I saw exactly the hindsight surrounded by that body, crouching down and doing something.

It was beautiful blue. Oddly enough, the clothes were holes all over the place, dyed with some kind of red and black stain.

"Hey, what are you doing?

Sik, who never approached his will, blues his white face, realizing that one, two, three is the only one holding it.

"... that's why you elves assimilate to trees. I knew this was it."

One, two, three, which cut the corpse's fingertips in two, crawled their fingers across that section before poking them in front of Sikh's eyes.

One, two, three fingertips, something sticking white.

"What, this..."

"I don't know. I cracked up a few people, looked them up, and all I found out was that they accumulate a little bit from their feet and fingertips of their hands."

One, two, three, hypothesized in an autopsy so far, but was almost certain.

"I guess food and drink, or something in the air drifting through this forest, builds up in your body to encourage degeneration. The dying one had mucus coming all the way to his neck, so he accumulates in his body from his hands and feet, and at the end of the day he enters his head. No, accumulate."

Because it degenerates from the ends and the head is eroded at the end, the body degenerates with a clear consciousness. It is malignant as if you are doing so to give fear.

"Well, then, who assimilated to trees in the woods..."

"The function of the body stops twitching and dies. It must be pretty painful."

"Oh no..."

Sikh, who dropped his shoulder saying that the custom he believed was a good thing was 180 degrees different, finally remembered Puse and Zanger.

shouted Sikh, bulging up, to one, two, and three.

"Help! Sister Puse is going to be banished like this!

"Phew..."

One, two, three, who wiped his hands gossiping with a pocket that was touching the body, grabbed the body, which had lost both hands and legs, and threw it away towards the crushed house.

"I'm not interested."

One, two, three lightly turned down a tear wish from Sikh.