That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Gargoyle, I don't know why you came out, but we're going! The usual, please!

Damien gives the order to his people with a powerful voice.

"O Weisshexe, God of Demons, grant your protection to my comrades in battle. They put together a sharp force on the weapon, a hard shield. [Enhearse]"

Evo bewitched the weapons of his companions.

"Enhearse" is a handy sorcery that makes it easier to deal damage to opponents like Gargoyle in addition to increasing the attack and defense of a weapon.

"O goddess of mercy, grant us protection against evil. [Hughiene]"

Subsequently, Johannes exercised auxiliary magic.

"Hughiene" has the effect of reducing the effects it suffers from poison, heat, cold air, etc.

Excessive confidence is strictly forbidden because it only reduces it.

Gargoyle's hollow eyes glow blue.

This is like a signal to see them as enemies and into a combat posture.

"Don't push it. We can beat them."

Damian warns his people.

Gargoyle must be a troublesome demon, but only with Evo and Johannes will it be less difficult to attack.

Extreme story, you just have to protect him until Evo knocks him down.

"I know."

Release the arrow while the liner says so.

If it's just an arrow, it's just bounced on the skin of a gargoyle, but thanks to Evo's "Enhearth," it stabs about a millimeter.

"Gaa?"

Gargoyle, who was laid back, barked in surprise.

"Don't you know that even a mere arrow would stab you if you used magic? Apparently the type with little combat experience."

Damian calmly analyzes.

Demons without all kinds of combat experience and the latter are much more handy if they are experienced demons.

Because surviving in battle is proof of strength, and the enemy will have the knowledge of how to try to defeat himself.

It's very different, especially if you've had or haven't had experience fighting humans and magicians.

(Lack of experience means we don't know in our hands. I can)

And although he thought, he doesn't speak to his voice.

Because it may alert your fellow citizens.

The color of Gargoyle's eyes changes from blue to red.

As a sign of anger, humans prepared for the attack because it was easy to understand.

Gargoyle's attack is simple.

Just two things: flying through the sky, hitting your body, or tearing it up with your nails.

Apparently, there are examples of powerful individuals with experience having further attack patterns, but that worry would not be useful to the individual in front of them.

Arnault takes it with a big shield around Gargoyle's body.

The fierce impact snapped his shield and his large body slipped back.

"Hey, what a power...... that's Gargoyle"

Arnault groans.

Had it not been fortified by Evo's sorcery, he might have been rendered incapable of combat by this blow.

Damien slashes the feathers from the right side into the gap where he is stopping the gargoyle.

I couldn't slash it off, but I succeeded in slashing it in about a centimeter.

"Gaaaaaa."

Gargoyle raises his distressed voice and rumbles with jitter.

"Gugu"

Arnault is desperate to endure, but Damian has been blown away.

In the meantime, the liner shoots an arrow at Gargoyle's eye and pierces him well into his left eye.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa"

How painful it was, Gargoyle took a great distance from the peppery humans.

But it is the worst hand in the present case.

The moment I no longer needed to worry about involving my people, Evo did the offensive magic I was good at.

"Thunder. Run through the sky and show the glory of crushing rocks. [Thunder strike]"

A single thunderbolt pierces Gargoyle's body, and the distressed voice turns into a scream.

Where the effect of "Thunder Strike" expires, the demonic body falls to the ground.

"Did you do it?

"No, just in case."

Damian throws in cautious words against Edgar.

"Right. Gargoyle, anyway. Even Evo's magic might hold a blow."

Arnault agrees with the leader.

A liner shot an arrow at his head there.

Stunningly pierced, but Gargoyle doesn't even move with Pickle.

"Pretending to be dead seems unlikely..."

Damian nods to his voice.

"I'm sorry, Evo, can you ask for another blow?

"Fine. It's no surprise that Gargoyle is dying or using his power to destroy the eagles."

Evo responds comfortably to the demands of Leader Damian.

"Thunder. Run through the sky and show the glory of crushing rocks. [Thunder strike]"

Even after a second thunderstorm unleashed just in case, there was no response from Gargoyle.

"... apparently he was able to defeat it"

Evo says with a howling face, the look on his buddies' faces brightens.

"You did it. We defeated Gargoyle."

"He seemed inexperienced, but winning is winning."

Liner and Arnault say joy, and Edgar unfortunately drops her shoulder.

"Everyone is fine. I was useless."

With speed and maneuvers sold in scouts, he's not a good defensive type like Gargoyle.

"Never mind. Besides, we still got a key job to do, right?

Damien laughs at him, squeezing his chin and showing Gargoyle's body.

"Oh. That's dismantling and retrieving. Leave it to me."

Dismantling and retrieving demonic bodies is one of the tasks of scouts.

If you take proof that you crusaded the demons, you get a crusade prize, and whoever wants you to bring in the body parts will buy them out at their respective prices.

It's an important source of income for the adventurers.

Edgar slashes off his head, feathers and arms as he struggles with his first gargoyle.

The proof of Gargoyle's crusade is head or feather, and it is head, feather, and arms that will be sold.

"Grandpa, how much do you think it'll cost?

"The average market is 80 silver coins for the head, 150 silver coins for two feathers, and 50 for one arm? I've hurt my feathers and head so many times, I think I might fall back a little."

Evo answered Edgar's query instantly.

"I mean, four hundred and eighty silver coins? You've made a little money."

Damian says happily.

Calculated to be extraordinary income of eighty pieces of silver per person.

I'm glad it's not him, because in Imperial Capital, if you can earn thirty silver coins a month, you can live single enough.

It is also one of the reasons why young people who dream of adventurers never cease to follow.

"And if you report a natural metastasis to the Alliance, you might get an information fee."

It was Johannes who said.

"Right. Considering the recent incident, you might get about ten silver coins."

Liner laughs with aspiration.

"Ten sheets doesn't divide the six of us. I'm glad it's twelve."

It was Damian who put his arms together with a troubled face.

I laugh when I see it and my buddies are quick.

Then, without a thing, they returned to the Empire City.