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

I stripped the exterior of the Mediterranean dragon and dragged his body away.

We've already met to see what we can do after this, and we've given instructions to Tart and Dia.

... materials in the sanctuary, the information of the demons there tends to be portrayed more eloquently the brave men of history struggle.

In that regard, the Mediterranean dragon was written quite finely on that huge exterior itself, but it only says that it defeated it in the body about the demonic body.

Perhaps, but the body is not so strong.

So go with our basic tactics.

Tart stops, Dia hits [Demon Killer], and I kill him.

When striking surprises, it is preferable to be in a blind spot, and I can say that this hole he dug is optimal.

"[Ice]"

scaffolding by consolidating the water surface.

Enough precision shooting is possible. And even from here, we can target him.

With the ultra-fired power of the rail gun, it is easy to pierce the object from wall to wall with this degree of soil wall.

Link wind and vision by removing rail guns from [crane leather bag] and using wind exploration magic.

My role is to pin him down by sniping and, if you can't handle him with tarts or dia, follow him up immediately.

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Tart and Dia face each other out of the trenches.

When he threw the foul stone, Dia was digging a trench, far from the limit reached by the tart wind.

I didn't dig it properly, I calculated that the blast and scattering bearings would pass overhead, diving into the trenches at the same time as the throw, putting a strong junction to cover the trenches.

Otherwise, he would have died, and that's what he could do, so Rugg left it to Dia.

"Hey, have you been properly tailored?

"Ha, that big, disgusting thing blew up, only the little white twitch played it"

"So you were hitting Lug's reading."

Rugg's specialty in wind exploration magic is also available in tarts.

That's why I was looking at the situation properly as I stuck it in the trench.

Most importantly, in the case of tarts, the magic arm and arithmetic ability are a few steps inferior to Lug, thus simplifying the scope of the effect and reducing the amount of information items to be collected.

"... I'll stop the movement, as Lug did."

"Yes."

"And remember, when it's a little dangerous, they're telling you to run away."

"It's okay. I can be calm any time I want."

Tart grabs the demon spear, Dia pulls out her pistol and jumps out of the trench.

Tart punches medicine with an injection into his neck muscle.

Only for a short time, but remove the brain limiter to enhance physical ability and magic release flow. And even medicines that improve your concentration.

The first use of something for short-term showdown was at Lug's behest.

The opponents are demons whose abilities have not been proven. It is suicidal to spare. Also, if you don't seem to win the short-term showdown, you are instructed to put the Lug down and get away with it immediately.

A tart forces his hand holding the demon spear, and Dia pulls the pistol out of the thigh holster and attaches the part to the barrel.

If you look closely, Dia's gun was new.

It grows around and becomes a gunsword by putting additional parts on the barrel. And the part of the blade was engraved with magic letters.

'Yeah, that sounds good. I can hang in there more than usual with this'

This means reinforcement of proximity capabilities, but more than that, to make this gun a wizard's wand.

The role of the wand is to bring orientation to magic and magic convergence aid. Magic can be used without a wand, but it falls in both accuracy and power.

But when you have a cane, you can't use a pistol, which is the key to melee defense. That's why Rugg thought of canes and guns, weapons of both nature.

As for the gun, the weight increased and the center of gravity in front made it poorly handled, but it did not do much to make up for it.

"I'll go first"

The uppermost demons in the contents of the Mediterranean dragon were trying to escape.

I gave up the completion of [the fruit of life] and gave priority to survival.

You can't let them get away here.

... There is no guarantee that that demon tribe will not be able to make the Mediterranean dragon again. Then another city could perish.

That's why Tart precedes him.

Both the fox ears and the mundane tail grow on the tart. It's a trump card [beastification]. Carnivorous aggressive colors dwell in its eyes.

Put the wind armor together as you run. Finish the chant of [Windshield exterior] where you can use both defense and acceleration, and use them separately.

"I've got homework to do."

In the previous tarts, [beastification] sometimes I couldn't contain my instincts, and I didn't like magic chanting, but my daily training, and then the ”homework” fruits that Lug did, also allow me to chant difficult magic like this.

"Kinkinkinkin, corn"

With no eyes, no ears, no nose, the uplifting Demons turn their faces to the tart and put their right hands up.

Sharp fingers with hardened tips extend at bullet-like speeds. The tart reacts to it with a sixth sense and ultra-reflective nerve held by the beast that is [bestialized] characteristic of the state, accelerating and filling the distance while forcefully avoiding it by releasing the wind.

When the clad fingers pierce the earth, the soil at each fingertip becomes a giant golem, attacking the tart.

Perhaps this is one end of our ability to make that Mediterranean dragon.

If the tart itself had been pierced, it could have been turned into a puppet.

"It's late!

Tart ignores the golems coming after him for further acceleration.

By releasing all the remaining winds and turning them into propulsion, they go to speeding, leaving the golems behind.

"Come on, come on, come on."

The up-and-coming Demons try to reach out to the opposite left.

At this distance, at this speed, it is not possible to attack as much as just now with a [beastification] tart. With any reflex nerve and agility, it's physically impossible.

So the tart chose not to shudder.

"I got it!

Tart did not make any slowdown to the end, as a result, he stabbed the spear before the left-hand arm of the uplifting demon clan rose.... I wouldn't have made it if I had hesitated at all.

And the uprooted demons were cast into the earth with spears.

The tart slammed its spear diagonally down and ran through it with its hands free as it penetrated.

That's not the end of Tart's attack.

Tart turns around and chants thunderbolt magic developed by Dia and Rugg.

Magic named [Hao Lei].

As its name suggests, it creates thunderclouds and raises thunder.

Using thunderclouds instead of generating electricity directly enables more powerful thunderbolts than consuming magic.

However, there is a problem that it takes time to drop lightning, and that the nature of lightning makes it less accurate to hit.

However, if there is a lightning rod called a spear that seals the motion with a spear, the story is different.

Finally now, the golems catch up and try to obstruct the chant of the tart.

Each of those five golems is engraved with bullet marks.

Given the golem giant, it's not even a bullet or anything. That's supposed to happen, but the magic in the bullet swells up, and the joint called the joint of the golem crumbles, solidifies, and prevents you from moving one by one.

"If you forget me, you'll be in trouble."

When Dia tells him so briefly, he starts chanting new magic.

Tart thanked him with his eyes, and the chant was finally complete.

"[Howley]"

Thunderclouds are born and emit light.

And lightning strikes.

It falls so thunder is sucked into the spear.

Ultra-voltage and ultra-current are the ones that struck the uppermost demon clan, thunder falling on the stabbing in their bodies, so they are burned from the inside out.

I definitely stopped moving.

At that time, Dia's magic is complete.

There is only one magic to unleash here.

"[Demon Killer]"

The only super magic in the world that can kill demons. No one, except Lug and Dia, has been able to activate it for too much difficulty. Dia made it chant easily.

A red magic bullet, compressed like a bullet, is ejected from the tip of the sword that acts as a cane.

When it hits the up-and-coming Demon Clan, the field unfolds, and in the underbelly of the up-and-coming Demon Clan, a heart with red jewels shines.

That's the nucleus of the demon clan.

Unless you crush it, play it infinitely...... no, keep restoring it.

Conversely, as long as we destroy the nucleus, we can even kill the immortal demons.

"My Shinzo, beautiful"

The demon clan, whose skin is regenerating carburized by thunder, squeaks with a grumpy voice. Still, he could afford it.

If we don't make it materialize with [Demon Killer], we can only break it to the brave, and where it materializes, its hardness outweighs every metal on this earth.

It can't be crushed by coarse fire, and the effect of [Demon Killer] is only a few seconds.

I can afford it because I know about it.

But the Demons don't know.... that an unusual attack is imminent.

At the next moment, from the ground, an ultra-fast bullet appears, up to ten times the speed of sound, the red heart pierced, the flesh torn apart a little late in its aftermath, blowing away.

I never played it again.

He wouldn't even have been able to recognize the moment he died.

The unreasonable speed and destructive power of [rail guns] beats an inexplicable end.

Another pillar, the demons passed away.

"It's a spilling sniper."

"It's amazing how you say you're seeing it linked to the wind, but you're supposed to feel differently than you do visually. That's Lug."

The tart releases [the beastification], the fox ears and tail disappear, and Dia removes the blade of the gunsword and returns the gun to the holster.

And Tart and Dia hi-touch.

"It's good to win.... That was the weakest Demon clan you've ever had."

"Probably put most of the power into it, even though it's like that big disgusting bug. Normally, it's invincible. I don't feel like I can kill that big one. Running in the dirt is cowardly."

"Right. Master Lugg is too amazing to think of a way to kill him."

Tart praises Lug proudly.

"That's not all. The tart became surprisingly strong, so I felt comfortable. Maybe they're already with the Demons."

"... I'm sure it's because I'm by Master Lug's side. If I stay by Master Lug, I feel like I can be strong everywhere. Dear Dia is getting stronger."

I would have been happy if Lug had listened to this line.

Until a while ago, Tart was humble. Good change.

"Maybe. Well, it's time to pick up that Lug"

"Yes, I look forward to getting compliments from Master Lug"

The two girls smile and run to the hole where the city sank.

To meet my darling, who crawls up from there, a little faster.

The joy of getting praised, stroked, and embraced by their loved ones is much greater than the joy of being able to defeat the Demons for them.