The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

"Hey, did you hear that! One demon after another is evolving into a mutant!

"I heard that thousands of goblins have all turned into great goblins."

"Seriously... what the hell kind of demon is GreatGoblin called a disaster class..."

"I hear there's talk of a demon god involved in this case."

"Demon Man? That demon guy from the Vampire Clan or something?

"No, not that way. Even the legendary demon gods."

"It doesn't change either way. Be a demon, be a demon god. If they see you like that, this city is over!

"Calm down. I don't know how far it's true, and even the mutants are just getting bigger. I've never heard of thousands of Greatest Goblins, and they're just exaggerating."

People gathered in Central Square were having such conversations verbally.

Many residents have been issued an emergency alert, and residents are advised to avoid going out as much as possible, to stand in their respective homes, and to lock up and make it a priority to protect themselves.

That said, this decree is unenforceable. Besides, the actual problem, if a large group of demons enters the city, it doesn't make so much sense to be in the building, it will only be to the point of rest.

It just makes sense to suppress going outside.

Seriously, when you get out and panic, the guards placed in the city's guards can't move either.

However, not all residents follow it more than it is not compulsory, especially the guys who seem to remember some arm to arm gather in the square like this or exchange information.

Especially since the city gates are closed and the situation outside cannot be clearly confirmed from the city, it is true that many of the rumors lack such credibility, such as eavesdropping on conversations such as guards.

But they also felt in their skin that it was not a situation that allowed them to be optimistic due to the occasional roar of demons and vibrations that transmitted the ground.

That's probably why I can't keep my mouth shut and try to ease my anxiety a little while I go out and talk to other people like this.

"Hey, by the way, you know this?

Second, there's another guy speaking. Everyone's gaze poured on the man with interest.

"I'm talking about a bunch of people in black in the streets who had been witnessed recently. It was rumored that they were strange."

"Black outfit?"

"Ah, speaking of which, I might have had a chill, too. They're strange people with hoods on their eyes."

"Hmm, but wouldn't it be so unusual to dress as a wizard?

"That's true, but there's talk that you didn't have a cane."

"... hey, could those be them?

Huh? and everyone's gaze moved in the direction one man pointed at.

Soon they realized that the rumored blacks had gathered in the square and surrounded the men.

"... wait a minute, no, are you kidding me? It just so happens. Even these guys are worried about what's going on out there, and they're here to gather information and stuff."

"No... so much alignment. The black outfit is weird on the boulder -"

The look on the men's faces is clearly drawing, and some things are starting to appear completely frightened.

Besides, the black guys have been filling their distance with jirri in silent surroundings all the time.

"Oh, what are you guys! What the hell does that look like to us?

"Oh, yeah! Don't shut up. Do something!

Someone has something to do with a rubbed voice, but they still keep their mouth shut.

"Hey, what the hell! What do the guards think these suspicious people are wandering about?"

One man utters a supremely natural question, but at that moment, the explosion sounds reach the square and smoke begins to rise again in the East End.

"Come on, you've got to be kidding me - why do you explode in the streets..."

But as if to show the answer, the black-coated men begin to pull out the cross shaped sole from the robe simultaneously.

"- Huh!?"

By acknowledging it, the men in the square watched simultaneously.

The look is full of surprise and fear.

What they took out was a crossbow - a compact crossbow that was compact among them and could also be folded and carried.

The emphasis is on portability compared to normal crossbows, so the tension is weak and its power is never high.

But it wouldn't matter if it came from anywhere near here. From what I've seen, the bolts are also made of metal, and not just if it's in a steep spot.

And one of the groups in black pulled the trigger.

Whether it was meant to be intimidating shooting or not. It was a blow aimed directly at its foot.

But the moment Bolt landed on the ground - there was a small explosion and a blur in the head of a person could be found on the ground.

This led to the reason why something like an explosion sounded in the street.

Apparently, the bolts set in the compact crossbow are not just bolts, they are machined as magic weapons.

I see. If this is the case, it is possible to compensate for the low power of the compact crossbow with an explosion.

If this had hit your arm or leg, it would have been possible to blow just a little bit.

Even though it is a small explosion, it is possible to have it destroyed even if it is a stone building if it is simultaneously fired in a group.

Once again, the launches of such disturbing air seeping groups are directed at residents gathered in the square playing chattering and deafening noises.

Damn it, someone groaned in regret. In these circumstances alone, the men gathered walk about with protective weapons.

But still, there are many passives in the situation. Besides, the opponent has a weapon that can kill even if the distance is away.

Even if the brave pop up, it is self-evident that the bolt hits before it cuts.

And while I'm doing that, the explosions and roars are still ringing from here and there.

Some meditated their eyes as they heard it and prayed. I hope my wife alone is at least safe - I guess many of them are.

Its reactions also vary, such as those desperately trying to contain tremors, those who lose their hips, and those who are rigid and completely immobile.

It's just - many of them seemed ready to die at this point.

There's nothing more I can do, and... the posture of accepting the murder weapon released from the people in black.

But then... bong! Along with some bouncing sound, ash smoke stepped into the square. It completely covered my sight.

"Scatter! You gotta move anyway!

Hey, what? And as the voice of doubt rises, a successful voice strikes everyone in the ear for a woman.

To a cry close to that order, the men began to move as they were bounced.

And, almost at the same time, wow! The ringing echoed in the smoke, and a few shadows danced through the universe.

It is clear from the position that it is the people in black.

The guys who were holding their legs and crossbows were completely delayed in responding to the rash.

Because it maintained a position that surrounded the residents, hesitation arose to bolt in situations where vision was prevented.

In any case, there is a good chance that if we take it off in this situation, we will get along with each other.

It is not just a bolt, it is a magical weapon to which the effect of an explosion has been granted.

I can't use such a thing for nausea without being able to secure my vision.

And that's why the formation reversed at once.

Melee weapons are far more advantageous in this circumstance of smoke than crossbows. Besides, I know the target is wearing a black outfit, and I'm also grasping the general position.

"Anyway, whoever has the weapon, cut to where they were! If you get close, you'll be judged by their costumes! I'm not being sassy! Our city is inhabited, we protect it!

The men who were about to give up on their brave voices earlier also seemed inspired, whoa whoa whoa! And as he hung up, he began to plunge into a place where he thought there were people in black.

This puts the square into a state of turmoil, but it was possible to see from the atmosphere that the people holding the crossbow were more disadvantaged.

"And this voice - now you're the bardan in the inn! I heard you were a former adventurer... but thanks!

"Say thank you to your son, too. This smokeball is made by Scom, and I used it by Scom."

Bahdan hits the guys wielding a blowing weapon with a togued iron ball on the tip, though that's good.

Apparently, he hasn't blunted his mind as an adventurer.

In the meantime, some black costumes try to escape from the smoke in an attempt to withdraw once from the square.

- Doss, Doss, Doss.

A series of bolts that would take their stock.

That hits the shoulders and flanks of the black outfit.

Although the bolt itself seems even smaller than the compact crossbow that the black outfit had, and less lethal in itself.

But the people who took the bolt into their possession fell to the ground one after the other and stopped moving.

From what I've seen, the body seems to be cramped as well - which means that the bolts were applied with neurotoxicity causing paralysis.

And in the shadow of the building, a boy with a special series of crossbows.

There was a picture of Burdan's son, Scom.

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"Ooh!

Bill uses his favorite cooking knife to repel people in black.

As an adventurer, it was a tease when it came to combat, but now that I've woken up to cooking, there's nothing to let me take a cooking knife and get out to his right.

"Oh, thank God. Thanks, Bill."

And the man who was chased by a black outfit and helped his hair all the time thanked Bill.

I'd say he was lucky enough to have fled near the inn where Burdan and Bill both chop up.

But...

"Oh, Abou, Bill!

There goes the black outfit pointing the compact crossbow from the shadow of the inn.

Bill's gone, too, and he's got a goofy look on his face - Gotsun! A pot dropped from the upstairs window hit its head.

As a result, the black outfit fell to the ground and passed out.

"Dad, are you okay?

"Cute! Thank you. Thanks for saving me."

Father with thumbs up and smiling nicely.

And the liver balls are sitting inside. Bill smiled bitterly, saying it could be Burdan's blood around here.

"By the way, Bill, what happened to your wife?

"If it was Burdan, we headed to the square with Scom. I just got word there was some suspicious movement. And Scom prepared everything in advance."

"Is that true? Still, that means there are other people like these. There's a whole bunch of demons pushing in from the outside, and you're sure this city's okay?"

A man dropped his shoulder and said that anxiously.

But Bill banged the man on the back.

"I'm fine. Burdan with his favorite compateu isn't going to get hit that easy. Besides, there are still people in this city who can be relied on, and above all..."

After Bill said that much, he turned his eyes to the sky looking somewhere far away.

And - I'm sure that guy would do something about it, and he would say it to remind me of someone.