The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World’s Aristocrat

With a tremendous amount of momentum, as the Demons come at us, we walk.

The destination is a place with western traps.

"Um, now it is. If the opponent was spreading it on me, I think it would have been better to keep destroying each one."

Even though it's pretty fast, Nevan can even afford to follow and talk.

"Sure. That way, he reduced his power without resurrecting it to the Demons. But there are two reasons not to."

Let me know.

"One thing, to do less damage to the city. I don't know how long it's gonna take the hell to crush it around. In the meantime, many people will be killed by them."

"You're sweet."

"I told you. I'm not in love, but I can save lives."

Fearing that the Demons would change their aim, they did not allow them to evacuate beforehand.

But this way we could do less damage by attracting demons, and we were preparing ourselves using Nevan's power and the authority of the Holy Knight so that we could induce rapid evacuation in the event of anything.

"Then what's the second?

"It's just to get a grip on it. It's faster and safer than crushing the hell out of you."

Try and fight. Okay.

Although we defeated as many as four females, we recognised the danger of our enemies.

Dia and Tart are dangerous if it comes to a long battle or encounter.

"Okay. I knew I could count on you."

"That's the dialogue we want to hear after we defeat them."

Turning around the corner, we can't even say it's a boulevard, but it's on a relatively wide road.

Behind it, a flock of lions appeared.

Are you finally coming out of the Demon Clan? There was a male lion, a demonic liogel, who unleashed an overwhelming presence.

The females are pretty big too, but even bigger than that.

All the demons I've ever seen were human shapes, but Liogel is a beast.

Tenderness not found in females is stained with gold and possesses overwhelming magic.

If you look closely, you seem to be collecting and accumulating mana in the atmosphere.

He is predicted to use both his own temper and his accumulated mana. That was not among the information given to Meena.

… but this much unexpected has been expected.

I can imagine what I could do.

"They're catching up! Shall we hold back?

The tart raises its chopped voice.

She's right, she's packed quite a distance, and one corner after another, and the succession is coming.

Sometimes we're on pace with Dia, who's the slowest leg, and he'll catch up in a dozen seconds.

"No, fine. It's more convenient."

We'll be caught up by the time we get to the point where the trap is as it is, but just make a few seconds in the last minute and it's the ideal time.

"Dia, Nevan, we're on our way to the meeting. Tart, carry Nevan."

"Yeah, it's time to start chanting"

"You're finally my turn."

While running, Dia and Nevan start chanting.

Nearly all magic was taken to activate the Great Magic, and the two of them were slowed down when they could no longer strengthen their physical abilities.

I switched Dia from a long-distance form to a short-distance form with Tart carrying Nevan.

Sometimes I'm in charge of people, and I don't hold them for very long, but the more I do, the more I can stretch the time to be caught up with them for about ten seconds.

And with those ten seconds, you get to the point where the trap is, and the two chants are complete.

... I still think the team is good when I'm doing this.

Alone, I couldn't do this.

Me and Tart managed not to catch up to the goal point at the end of the full walk.

Behind him is the Demonic Liogel and twenty-seven relatives.

Thanks to the long road, they were lined up in a straight line.

Perfect timing and situation.

"Dia!"

"[Steel Wall]!

The magic of Dia, who kept chanting, is activated.

It's Dia's original magic.

A giant iron wall rises from the basement so as to block a wide road.

They jump over if they're half-height. Because of the cat family, the leap force is also high, and it is estimated that about six meters will jump lightly.

But Dia's [steel walls] are five meters thick and ten meters tall and on a joke scale.

On this scale, but therefore, it took a long chanting time and time to fully work out the magic.

The guys who were running the lead collide flashly, the ones who can afford a little behind try to jump over at a decent judgment, but the walls as high as ten meters, clashing close to six meters, as expected.

In the end, there was a ball-pushing accident and a mayhem.

Still, I can't be alarmed.

Now I'm panicking, but if I regain my calm, they'll soon realize I just have to jump over the house on the side.

So I'll fold it up here.

"[Stan Flair]"

This is followed by Nevan's chant.

This is also the original magic that gave Dia an overview and asked her to develop.

It is also the original magic of light.

Dia said it was the other day that she had mastered light magic, but she managed to make it.

A light sphere about the head of a person draws parabolic rays to overcome the wall and head to the ball-piercing accident scene.

"Everybody, turn your backs on the iron wall!

A second later, a white flash was emitted that anointed the world white without sound.

[Stan Flair] is not attack magic.

Magic for repression.

The identity is just an intense light.

But what happens if Nevan, the owner of the magic that enters the fifth finger in this country, releases it at all costs?

It's not a cute thing to blind, the retina burns out in an instant and takes away your eyesight forever.

If you say so, eye killer. Even though it was just confusing, the flock of lions burns their eyes and floats even further.

I stopped at Dia's [Steel Wall] and slammed [Stan Flair] in.

Now finally, the prerequisites are cleared.

"Put on your mask and keep your back on [Steel Wall]!

I put on a mask covering my entire face screaming for the next instruction and it was stored in my jacket, press the switch.

The houses surrounding the flock of lions who were no longer able to move blew away.

It was a house that I had bought in advance and planted a handmade bomb.

The bomb was not intended to kill again.

I'm not Rakuten enough to think I can kill all the Demons and their families with a bomb the size of a bomb that can be planted in that house.

That bomb is a bomb of sound and smell.

There is such a loud blast of broken glass all over the city that a super intense irritating odor dyes the world.

These are also very powerful.

This sound smashes the tympanic membrane, shakes the brain, and destroys the trigeminal canal.

This smell faints any benign man in an instant, destroying cells that smell too much of a load.

Had it not been for the dedicated mask, we would have lost hearing and smell for the rest of our lives.

Running across the [Steel Wall] while chanting shortly after the explosion.

I'm barely able to break through a herd of female lions.

Naturally, too.

[Stan Flair] So he burned his retina and went blind, and my trap tore his tympanic membrane, and his nose is crushed.

They're crushing my sight, my hearing, my sense of smell, so I can't see or feel anything.

Their strengths lie in their five senses of excellence. Too good an ear and nose become an enemy and the damage is immense.

My aim has been there since the beginning.

I chose definite powerlessness over unkillable firepower.

Having eaten so far, I can aim for the Demonic Liogel without being disturbed by my family.

He's regenerating with the power of the Demon Clan, but I haven't seen this one yet.

Remove the special turret from the [Crane leather bag].

The shells are 720mm and six times what we use for [shelling].

And the tip flattens and returns it.

Yes, only to sweep him off and seal the regeneration of his family, and make it all over the grid.

Designed to eat into meat, transmit kinetic energy and bust, not penetrate it.

Because it's loaded with foul stones, it still releases all its magic to the chanting magic.

"[Artillery fire]!

A special warhead is ejected.

Not only is it surrounding, but the eyes, ears and nose of the Demonic Liogel are crushed, and it hasn't played yet.

An unconditional blow. That was supposed to happen.

"That's the king of beasts."

Send praise inside.

I shouldn't have seen it, but I played [shelling] at a speed that slightly exceeded the speed of sound with my right arm.

"Mieteirzo!!

The played right arm blew up, but the bullet shifted, and he's still sitting there.

I didn't expect to be prevented.

Surprised, but thanks to you I didn't have to waste my insurance.

I'm running right after [shelling] and at the same time as the chant ends, I touch the Demon Liogel from the blind spot that I was able to do due to the loss of my right arm.

The magic I was chanting as I ran.

That's a special...

"Divine Spear [GUNGNIL]"

If it's just firepower, it's the strongest piece of magic I have.

However, a defect that takes more than enough to land.

But there is a tricky way to use this.

It's not about flying a spear and hitting it, it's about ejecting the enemy itself.

Up and down to the brink of space.

With this, there is no safe organism.

Brave killer trump card, one of them.

However, this has a different weakness from the original use, it requires a great deal of magic, but therefore cannot turn magic to physical enhancement.

Therefore, the subject must be touched with the physical ability of the vegetable.

I don't feel like I can imitate that in my battle with the brave.

But if it's an assassination, not a battle, it's possible to touch it before they recognize it's a battle.

As things stand, a hand tag most likely to kill a brave man.

"Enjoy your empty trip"

"Cozooooooooooooo!"

I even leave him screaming and accelerate and climb to heaven.

He will surely die, and regenerate.

That's fine.

What I want is time, and I've earned enough until he falls.

"Tart, Dia, Nevan. Kill all these guys, cremate them, and we'll head to the point where he falls."

The only helpless female lion here is deprived of her eyes, ears and nose and has no regenerative ability.

Easy to kill these guys, etc.

And if it is firmly ashed, the Demonic Liogel cannot be allowed to regenerate.

Besides, I'm able to calculate his crash point.

I can compete with the Demonic Liogel in a situation that eliminates disturbing surroundings.

"Wow, what you're doing is so lame."

"That's Mr. Rugg."

Dia and Tart face each other across the wall, talking but ending the female lions one after the other.

"This is the assassin's battle, isn't it? Rinse everywhere, prepare carefully, keep sealing off the opponent's strengths, and kill them without letting them do anything. It's nice."

If you are powerful as a herd, you cannot perform its functions.

Crush there if the five senses are superior.

It's obvious in words, it's easy.

You can leave it to the knight to meet you directly in the front.

"We had enough information this time. With the information, I can be ready. It's important to know how many assassinations you stacked up before you killed them."

Actually waving a blade is just a finish.

The process leading up to it is the strength of the assassin.

And even the slaughter of this family member is just one of the manipulations, and the purpose of this one is to kill the Demonic Liogel.

That's why I'm not alarmed.

Not until I stop the Demonic Liogel's breath root.