The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

No longer do we hide ourselves in the warehouse, in the back alley, we walk the main street in a magnificent way.

Occasionally, Klama, surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers but sickened by a wind, walks fast (snug) and wields a small sword as if to sew a gap between the soldiers. The little sword, fast enough to carve the remnants of it, cut the soldiers' necks in an instant.

Head dancing in the air one after another. And from the torso that lost it, a blood splash rises into the air like a fountain.

Klama originally had a bodily ability like an anomaly, but since gaining the title of Assassin of..., three stats jump: muscle strength, endurance, and agility. In addition, he gained the magic of the physical strengthening system and was no longer able to handle its strength.

"Ko, kill him!!"

The kingdom soldiers dare to advance simultaneously with a gloomy (overflowing) look at the life of a squad leader close to screaming.

"Fools."

The appearance of the chlamydia changes, the face is brutally distorted (garlic crease), and the ground is driven endlessly (shudder).

The kick of Klama, which sounded like a cannon and hit him directly, causes the Kingdom soldiers to rotate fast on the ground like balls, slamming him from head to wall, becoming the corpse of an unbroken gesture.

As he leaps over the head of the Kingdom soldier, he grabs his head with his left hand, rotates and leaves his strength to him.

Freshly poking a knife in the throat, twisting it up and slamming it straight to the hard ground.

Klama's knife moves to flow with the well-chopped sound of Sun, and the soldiers' necks and limbs fly through the universe.

Hell of a painting I could have done in no time. Of course what is groaning, not even one of the screams is allowed, and they all become corpses (scuffs) amicably.

It's no exaggeration when it comes to possession of that demon. Vicious appearance. Without a doubt, there is a lack of reason in Klama today.

People usually have feelings of fear of being killed and hesitation, such as abhorrence (hiccups) and disgust (kangaroos). Those emotions are important essences for establishing people. No matter what kind of training you train, you can't let them contain you perfectly on their own. Assuming it's possible, it's either already broken as a person or it's just outside.

"Bye, monster!!"

With a faint, creepy grin and a return from his head to the demon (Klama) dyed bright red with blood, the troop leader escapes to a glance to see if at last his survival instincts prevailed over his sense of purpose.

"Ha, captain!?"

The escape of the Commander causes agitation to run among his men who are trembling but still healthy with their swords against the Devil (Klama).

One, one, retreat, a few scream and follow the troop leader.

The direction in which they tried to escape was the North Gate side of Camelot, opposite us. It's a little troublesome to get away from this city. Let's say I kill him.

Trying to activate magic against the backs of the fleeing troop leaders...

"Running away in front of the enemy is death only!"

Anger echoing on the battlefield. Then a number of flaming spheres strike directly at the troop leader who still flees, raising the firepillar.

Soldiers covered in full body armor plate armor aligning Main Street from the North Gate and marching toward us. I could also confirm the appearance of a dozen magicians so that they would be protected by it.

Earlier, it would have been that bunch of magicians who solemnly honored the Force Leader. The so-called supreme force of the army that violated this Camelot.

"Where are you soldiers?"

A giant man in a leading silver plate armor screams.

"Archive Empire."

"Empire? Did you hear that, guys? The empire's lack of personnel seems to be the end of the spectrum when it comes to reclaiming this land."

A mockery curls from the plate armors.

"Hmm, I agree strongly about that."

There's no way that emperor didn't grasp the movement of the kingdom this time. You must have as much information as the kingdom is illegally violating this land.

The kingdom of Amulzez and the Archival Empire were bordered by the Mountains of Death - the Baldrine - and only the Ladoah Mountains on the land were the only frontiers.

The imperial government made this land my territory, too, ultimately to allow it to defend itself along the border with the kingdom.

The more such unscrupulous personnel needed to be carried out, the greater the impact of the devastation of local luxuries by the earlier undead may have been.

"Pity. If I'd hidden in my mother's skirt, I wouldn't have lost my life."

"I'm sorry for your loss, but fine. Instead, when I kill you, I'm more frightened of you than I am of you at all."

"A boy like you who doesn't know any horsebone is going to kill us?

Silver plate armor guy laughing with his nose like he made a little fool of himself.

"I don't need any more conversation."

No matter how it goes. They violated my territory. Most importantly, I killed my people for boring reasons. I am not going to put any mercy on you as a person.

I try to raise my right hand...

"Lord, I'll take care of this."

As the hatch leaves in front of the leading Klama, he nods his tongue as he looks at the army of plate armors.

"Klama, do you mind?

That plate armor is somewhat incompatible with Klama, who specializes in fleshbullet warfare. Most of all, it's only a matter of compatibility, and I don't think Klama will defeat them to that extent.

"As Master Gray wills."

Klama graces me gently and travels to my neighbor.

"Well, you're our opponent?

"That's right."

"Fine. You are the only one who will deal with this battle carefully. On the bed, of course."

A silver plate armor man with a nasty laugh.

"Fine. If it's something you can do, it's not. Come on, come on."

When you meditate on one eye, Hutch makes a call.

"Huh, isn't that a lot of room? Whoever captures that woman can do whatever he wants!

"Captain, are you sure?

"Oh, no falsehood"

"Later, there's nothing to take!

Occasionally, a few motivated plate armor soldiers raise their names and approach the hatch.

"Don't resist. If you don't, you don't have to feel painful in vain"

One of the soldiers in the plate armor reaches out to the hatch with instructions to do so.

For a moment, a black shadow gushing from the entire body of the hatch surrounds both legs of the man who reached out.

"Ugh!?"

The plate-armor soldier dives from his face to the ground, gazing at his own feet lying,

"Oh, it's broken!?"

Raise your voice of bare madness.

From the soldier's plate armor knee beneath was bent without force.

"Damn, why!?"

Remove the greaves that desperately protect the tibia,

"Hi-no-no!!?"

Make a chopping scream. Naturally, from the soldier's knee down there was turning into a piece of drooling meat.

"Ha ha! It won't hurt, will it? Did you inject my poison?

"Duh... duh?

"Yeah, it's poison. The poison dissolves from the inside out around the body. Isn't that nice?

Honestly, even I, who am resistant to this act of hand, am in a dong-pulling mood. Even more so if you are a soldier infused with the poison of the day.

Scream like crazy,

"Oh, my legs!! Spread out -"

Cells become cuddly and dissolve, and in no time this wave of collapse spreads throughout the body. As a result, the soldier turned into a chunk of meat, and only armor rolled empty to the ground.

"I'm gonna use some weird tricks! Magicians, kill them now!!"

A man in silver plate armor gives instructions that can be described as accurate, and the magicians begin chanting.

"Just in case, let me prevent that"

[Blast Thread] causes the entire body of the magician team in the process of chanting to be goose crossed with red thread, and then detonated in the air.

"Then, silly"

A man in silver plate armor sees a team of scattered magicians and utters astonishing words out of his mouth.

"Once, retreat..."

There, a black shadow flocked, and the man could not give the order to the end, dissolving to the bone in an instant. Silver armor falls to the ground.

"Ugh..."

A scream rises from the throats of the soldiers in the plate armor. That was the signal of the ravages of the hatch.

"Kehaha!

Ruthless woman laughing surreal on the battlefield.

"My arm!!"

A soldier with his right arm melted from the ground up makes a cry in tears, but in seconds, he transforms into pasty meat.

"Oh kah!?"

Half the boy's soldier's head dissolves in drools and collapses to the ground.

"Guuuuuuu!!"

"Hehe!

Shortly after blinking, the soldiers of the plate armor were not even allowed to resist, one after the other melted, turning things into unspoken chunks of meat, and only armor rolled to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'll feed you my family properly"

Every time an innocent, bouncing voice shivers the tympanic membrane, the newly created flesh pieces disappear clean and refreshing.

In one anomaly after another, the soldiers of the kingdom of Amulzez were in a state of complete panic.

"Uhhhhh!!"

Running away from this nightmare and toward the city's only exit, the soldiers run in unison.

At some point, however, one long sword of shredding held by the camer that surrounds him breaks it down to pieces of pieces.

Cummer's weapon is a dish I made Leroy, Director of Technology, to build as part of his battle power boost.

The world's most powerful sword - the Japanese sword. A supreme weapon made from steel forged in a folding workout method, made by various forging methods and specialized in cutting.

When I conveyed the subtlety of that method, that Leroy was stunned by its perverse preoccupation.

It is still in the testing phase, has not been mass-produced and has only a few bites, so it is given priority to officials in combat positions whose main focus is swordsmanship.

In particular, Kammer seems to have liked this Japanese knife, and she always carries it with her.

"Running away in front of the enemy is ugly! If you are a warrior, risk your life to fulfill your loyalty to your master!

Cummer, who took off the top half of her kimono, blew up the blood paste (chisel) on her hands while spitting out such a sharp dialogue.

If you let me see such a gross sight, I'd run away normally. To the boulder, I think that's a cruel order.

In other words, Kammer and the others, at first, were like machines with one word and no conversation with Loc, but they transform one day into a frontier like this.

The reason they changed is probably because they got the title '- Family of'. The figure, as well as even the thought circuit, becomes the human being itself, to form its own personality.

Cummer, in particular, had become like a European and American who had the wrong admiration for Samurai. The Cummers are bug men created by me by [Bug Poison]. It's not strange to be influenced by my insides and memories that I created, and I guess it is.

Incidentally, the magic [worm poison] has become unusable and even impossible to analyze since the Hutch and the others won their titles. There is no doubt that special changes were made as a result of their titles.

"Now, shall I handle the fleeing enemy?"

Mark the soldiers arriving at the exit of the North Gate in circular circle space.

"[Electric Light Heavy Rain]"

My words make thunder rain upon the heads of both soldiers. Many lightning strikes burn the ground, and both the general and the senior plate-armor soldiers are friendly and black-burned, falling bottoms on the ground.

(Still, I feel like I'm about to throw up)

Trample on the life and dignity of the individual without distinction between sacred evil. That abominable unproductive act is the essence of war and business. The politicians, who have never bled themselves or dyed their hands with blood, are like truths that never change no matter how much truth they want from a safe place.

That's why everything that involves war is always necessary. One day we will perish in misery, like a bug, ready for immortality.

"You guys, don't even hurt yourselves, stop your breathing."

I give instructions to my men to execute again.