Landing on the roof of the building, I waved my sword as it flowed.

Slight vibrations and friction sounds.

I slip my foot in a circular shape and fall straight indoors.

"What!?

While crushing the soldier who was directly beneath him, he snapped the heads of the two soldiers who were beside him.

One soldier who stays indoors performs a chant with a cane.

I stuck a cut of my sword in that throat and blocked the chant.

"... eh"

The soldier was staring at me in tears.

I'm trying to say something, but I'm speechless.

It just sounds like a breath leak.

I lay my eyes down and pull out my sword.

Bleeding blood wet me.

The soldier holding his neck falls from his knees and breathes out.

I use sensory magic.

Looks like all the soldiers in this building have been wiped out.

There is no response like lurking.

…………

I touch the robe that wraps me around.

It sucks blood back and gets a lot wet, a little heavy.

The original colour is also difficult to understand.

When I squeezed gently, the blood overflowed.

I just have to leave you alone on this.

I've narrowed it down a little here, because it's still dirty.

Much time has passed since the conversation with the Virgin Machia.

I am running around the city, slaughtering and killing soldiers of the Holy Staff Army.

At least three thousand people were killed.

Most of them lurked indoors.

Those who were at remote points also explored with sensory magic, slashing even, slashing and continuing to slash.

Very authentic way, but so far so good.

The magic drain was also negligible.

It will also be possible to maintain combat capability until annihilation.

The soldiers were exercising their magic to supply Machia, and they were focusing on you.

I can't handle my assault because of it.

I can't concentrate on surgery this time when I'm ready for my attack, and I'm lagging behind on my magic supply.

Therefore, they have no choice but to expose themselves to defenselessness.

Thanks to this, the battle itself had stacked a smooth victory.

As I continue to slaughter soldiers.

If we run out of sources, Machia will weaken.

Without luxurious magic, she will not be able to use sacred magic satisfactorily.

If we get that far, we should be able to win with certainty even when confronted from the front.

I leave the building and walk down the alley.

Sensory magic had pinpointed the position of the nearest soldier.

Along the way, chains of light strike from the rear.

The number is about twenty.

Run through them as you play them off with your sword.

Ranged attacks by chains of light were clearly decreasing in frequency.

Machia takes into account the damage done to the soldiers.

Before the spreading damage, we are beginning to care about magic consumption.

"Where are you! Come out, you coward!

I hear Machia's fury from afar.

She was taking soldiers and searching for me.

The other side hasn't been able to grasp my position.

With automatic tracking by chains of light, he is looking for me relying only on the approximate direction.

Machia wants a short showdown.

As it stood, there were only more casualties of the Holy Staff Army.

If the magic runs out at the bottom, her chances of winning will be lost.

You should want to find me at all costs.

That's why I use covert magic.

In addition, it is a slaughter with a sword as the spindle, so it is not even significant or noticeable.

My speed of movement with further physical enhancement outweighs those of them.

As long as you don't move so wrong, you won't get caught up.

I keep killing without ever encountering Machia.

(Now it's underground)

Uncover the whereabouts of soldiers with sensory magic nearby.

Apparently he's hiding in the basement of the house.

I'm figuring it out so I can't find it.

He seems to be hiding his breath with cover-up magic, but he can't escape my eyes.

I open the door and immerse myself in the house.

Destroy the installed demonic prop trap with a sword, crack the door to the basement and go down the stairs.

At the end of the stairs there was darkness.

They don't seem to use lighting, etc.

That's when a single arrow flew from behind the darkness.

I grab it with one hand and stop.

When I looked, something was painted.

This unpleasant feeling is apparently holy water.

It is like poison to the immortal.

"Whoa whoa whoa!

The roar rose and the soldiers ran up the stairs unarmed.

I guess this soldier released an arrow.

They weren't supplying Machia with magic, they were ambushing me.

The magic in the soldier's body is swelling rapidly.

He himself was feverish and emitting white smoke.

He's bleeding out of his ears and eyes.

(This is, no way...)

When I saw the soldier's prospects, I kicked him in the face.

The soldier who rolls down the stairs explodes shortly after.

The explosion blew the perimeter as it scattered pieces of flesh.

The area bleeds instantly.

It's a suicide bombing ritual.

Even if you gave up your life, the soldier probably wanted to kill me.

I cannot but admire that determination.

"... Pain, I"

"Ha, suke... Ha, ha, ha..."

I heard a groan from the end of the stairs.

I'll go see how it goes.

There were several wounded soldiers there.

There are pieces of wood piercing my hands, feet, and torso.

Looks like he was damaged by the current suicide bombing.

Apparently they were providing magic supplies to Machia.

I slaughter the irresistible soldiers.

Ignoring their begging for life, I lowered the blade instead.

After killing them all, they return to the ground paying their blood.

(Just don't hate yourself. A former hero is not a namesake...)

Tonight, I murdered thousands of human beings alone with my sword alone.

It's not a sanity shack.

You won't deserve to criticize the Holy Cane Army massacre.

Maybe I'm already crazy.

For ten years, he repeatedly asked himself in the valley of the dead.

The flesh rotted away, withering the mind, yet distressed.

Didn't you go mad in the process?

It no longer comes true to judge by my subjectivity.

The only thing I'm sure of is that I have something to exchange and I just have to do it.

Don't stop.

I just had to keep doing this.

Whether you are sane or not is second to none.

Even then I slaughtered a soldier against him.

Anyway, repeat slaughter with the sword.

The robe was completely discoloured with returning blood and seemed to constantly drip blood.

There was no problem with the Shape Sword.

The sharpness is not dull, and there is no abnormality in the comfort of use.

That is the famous sword of demon king killing.

Build even soldiers' corpses like that temporarily.

When the signs of dawn approached, I was lurking on the roof of the building.

The gaze is directed towards a debris zone with little shelter.

There was the Virgin Machia.

Surviving soldiers are gathered with her.

The magic that served as a light source was arranged at equal intervals to illuminate the surroundings.

You must have realized that being isolated would unilaterally kill you.

No one is already lurking at another point.

It was that army that surrounded her that was all the sceptre army this time.

(roughly seven thousand people)

There may be some error, but it is definitely below 10,000.

Compared to the original size, it was less than half.

From here, assassination tactics will not be possible.

Finding it has to work on the assumption.

I, too, intend to fight with readiness.

The dawn is approaching.

If the surroundings are wrapped in the morning sun, the vision of the Holy Staff Army will also be improved.

I want to settle while I can fight in the dark at night.

(Do we make a pre-emptive attack first)

I compress thunder magic in my palm.

I want to keep it as continuously damaging as possible with one blow.

The numerical advantages are still beyond.

It would be a prerequisite to sharpen it at all with the first shot.

I throw lightning magic over the sky that I have finished building.

The compressed thunderball moves over the head of the Holy Staff Army in a smooth motion.

While people were watching, it burst into flashes that burned their eyes.