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

The activation of foul stones with the magic of water caused the Mediterranean dragon to leap out unbearably against the water as the city sank into the lake.

"It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, good. Mizu made it, it's hard on you. It's good."

Nothing but fear is looming for a giant like a mountain.

But it doesn't distract me.

Assassins don't miss any trivial information. To survive, I understand that information is everything to kill.

My towaharde demon eye. That supervision keeps accurately observing his giant.

"Again?"

He was playing when he struck [artillery fire] in.

But it wasn't back to normal.

After the brown outer shell blew away, the inner flesh flourished and blocked the wound. And the outer shell remained crushed.

And even now, the pink meat is still buzzing and blocking the wound.

Despite all that time, he's not back in perfect shape.

The suspicion that that giant is not a demon grows deeper.

"I guess you can blame the water on a body with holes."

"It's hard to be hard!

I'm pissed off about this water blame because it's not in perfect condition.

Originally, the tentacles exiting the mouth were stored, and if rounded, the brown outer shell played water and did not suffer from water blame or other bitterness.

The mucus gets flushed out of the water. Yeah, instinctively, the weakness of not being good at water is just peachy meat, the guy's inside story.

However, he has lost many outer shells in the earlier [artillery fire].

In that condition, if you bathe in large quantities of water, it will stain inside and thus suffer.

I didn't aim, but [artillery fire] wasn't for nothing.

The mad Mediterranean dragon is already at the end of his eyes and nose.

I'm the only one looking at the eight eyes with intent to kill.

That's why it's convenient.

... In the first encounter, this guy had plenty of room, and he was playing.

I mean, I'm licking this one, but that's not a plus for this one.

The fact that you can afford it means you may not have a good view and notice this one's aim, and it's extremely difficult to predict the next move because you're playing.

Angry, it's easier for you to try to kill me.

Anyway, it's because my horizons are narrower and I can easily read my next hand.

I mean, the best duck for the assassin Me.

Countless tentacles pointy like spears to block the escape as the Mediterranean dragon advances.

I can never say it's a normal way of avoiding it.

"I'll play you"

Unleash the foul stone.

The magic I put into this one is wind and water 7: 3.

Not as turbulent as just now, a storm winds up.

Heavy rain and storms.

Even though he's jumping up at an unthinkable rate in a giant, he's just jumping, defying gravity.

There's this storm. Speed was killing me visibly.

Not only that, but the water stains the inside, rinsing off the tentacles mucus and blunting the movement.

"Wet, wet, wet, sniffed, no"

And I, for one, ride the wind.

There's processing on the clothes, so we can fully manipulate the wind.

I also know what kind of storm will happen from past experiments. By riding the storm, he gains super speed, casts his giant and countless spears, and as it were, dives beneath him.

The storm stopped.

Activate the fourth foul stone at that time.

"Beat it!

The last foul stone, flames and winds 3: 7.

Explosive power specialization.

A directional explosion winds up and busts the giant Mediterranean dragon.

Unlike usual, if you don't mix soil and hold sides together as a mass weapon, but just bust it, this is the top one.

Of course, if you use something like this in the air, I'll be busted to the ground, too.

It's killing as much speed as possible with reverse injection by releasing all the wind armor that was clumped together, but it's just a relief, and if you can hit hard ground, you'll die instantly.

I know this will happen.

That's why I was taking care of it.

Put on a mask that protects your eyes, ears, and mouth, position yourself in the air, and even cover your body with magic. Landing water, huge blisters.

Yes, it was harassment that submerged the city, but it was also to make it a cushion.

Still, the impact of the waterfall was tremendous, he had a terrible beating and some bones smashed, even though he was on a magical defense and was wearing high-impact resistance assassination clothing made of demonic skin membranes.

Further down to the bottom of the water, the body indulges, but no fatal injuries have been sustained.

Kick the bottom of the water and float.

"... have you managed not to die"

Floating on the water, looking up at the sky, removing the mask.

Tingling skin. It's because of the guy's mucus that dissolved in the water. It seems to be harmful to strain water as much as a giant lake.

Fifteen foul stones gleam around the sky-high Mediterranean dragon.

The wind of the tart has placed all the impact of the explosion in the centre, drawing an incredible trajectory.

Already on the verge of critical.

Explosion, as all foul stones have reached their target point.

"That's Dia. Perfect placement and timing. That's what I did."

I dive underwater again, defending myself with magic.

Ultra-fired explosion, using fifteen foul stones.

Even this deep hole is dangerous.

Moreover, the foul stone for bombardment, with the magic of the earth, is a vicious specification that scatters countless pieces of iron.

Boom and shock come to the bottom of the water, the surface evaporates at once, and the water turns into water. More iron pieces of rain poured down, raising several water columns.

... Exactly, three hundred magic x 15 bombings. []/(adj-na, n, adj-no) (uk) frivolous/

"Pfft."

I look out of the water.

Eyes gaze to see the end of the Mediterranean dragon.

Apparently, the giant blew up without a trace by that super-fired explosion.

If the speculation has been made that that giant is not a Demon Nation, his giant cannot be regenerated, and only the body that is a Demon Nation is resurrected to expose its appearance.

... If it's just a super playback capability, there's no reason I can restore it from here.

Only regressive regeneration, like the Demons, can be revived from here.

Come on, what do you say?

If that giant were to regenerate, it would no longer be possible to kill that one.

I'll have to run away.

Magic in the demonic eye of the tower hade, not to miss one thing, while simultaneously using exploratory wind magic.

Changes appeared in the air.

A splash of burnt flesh appears in the universe like a badly done reverse playback video, which gathers around it, burns disappear, and creates the shape of a person.

And there appears a boy with shiny, crunchy skin with no scratches.

He looks unusual. It's like a mannequin, without all the irregularities and holes.

"Got it? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Screaming, that sounds more like a cry than anger.

The impression that he was a boy didn't seem wrong.

Too mentally immature. Something like a whip stretches out of his white skin and when it attaches to the wall, he goes straight to the ground.

Maybe he's going to run away.

... Now there's no more armor to protect him.

If he is now, he can kill him.

The magic and temper he feels from his body is overwhelmingly smaller than the Lion Demon clan the other day.

If that's the case, even Tart and Dia can do it well.

Then there's one thing I'll do.

"Shall we focus on the assassination"

Don't miss a moment's gap, move to prune your life.

At the same time, I will not fail to prepare to follow Tart and Dia whenever a crisis looms.

Protected by invincible armor, the only demon who kept himself in the safe zone and killing people stood on the same mound as us for the first time.

I'll tell him. that this is not a massacre game, it is a kill each other.