The Villainess Will Crush Her Destruction End Through Modern Firepower

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─ ─ Wolf extermination of villain warrant lady

"... ok. Let me tell you something. About 100 years ago, our flock of werewolves wandered the wilderness in search of food. And eventually, when we had less food, we started attacking humans. Of course I understood that was a bad thing..."

That's what the priest tells me, but it's getting so noisy out there.

"You guys shouldn't have felt much of an abomination. They're attacking humans even after they can get food."

"This is terrible, they say. The food we seek is not like those of humans. We are not healed by bread and wine. Only blood dripping meat can heal our hunger…"

That's what the priest told me.

"Astrid! Everyone in this village is a werewolf! Fucking werewolves everywhere!

"Huh!?

Not all of them are killers och!? There was no point in deducing!?

"You were probably going to make it look like a beast raid with that corpse and distract the lord with it, but you failed to get your hands on the hardware. If we hadn't had our hands on the hardware, we would have thought it was a beast raid, too."

"Oh. Looks like we had a stupid buddy. I told you you shouldn't put your hands on that much money... But I don't care. I'm gonna have you guys die here right now and start over with that corpse!

The priest who tells you that was not already human.

It was turning into a monster with swollen muscles in the head of a wolf.

This is the werewolf!

"Come on, Mr. Astrid. It's work. I'm going to have to kick these cursed monsters in the ass. There is no one left. This curse must end here."

"Aye!

As Beth tells me, I take the machine gun out of the gap in space and set its aim on the werewolf who was a priest.

"Huh!? Fast!?"

The werewolf, who was a priest, stepped aside from my aim at once. The werewolf kicks the wall and swings his sharp nails down on us.

"Curse me."

Then Beth cut her palms flat with a knife on the verge of collision with her nails and bathed the blood in the beast where she was a priest.

"Ahhh! This! What!?

Beth's bloodbathed werewolf had his skin collapsed, as if he had been bathed even with strong acid. It's just blood.

"You should think of our Engelhardt curse."

"Engelhardt............! Curse killer family............! You are cursed, too."

"Fuck you!

I slammed a bullet in the wolf.

The werewolf receives a storm of my bullets, sprinkling blood splashes, poking gakuri and knees.

"Is that it? Don't you need silver bullets or something?

"Silver bullets? I've never heard anything like that necessary…………………"

Isn't a werewolf usually something you can take down if you have to use silver bullets?

"The werewolf is also a living warcraft. Deal him deadly damage and he will fall. So, Mr. Astrid. Show your firepower when you destroy the Ostraich Empire."

"Let me go!

If you don't need special skill, you're not my enemy!

"Mr. Petra! Mr. Gertrude! Mr. Ernesta! I'll cover you now!

I jumped out of church out of my mind.

"You're here, Astrid! I need backup! A bunch of werewolves!

"Ya, help me! Astrid!"

Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta were besieged by the werewolves. This was literally the middle of a pack of werewolves!

"Copy that! I'll help!

I sprinkle the bullets with machine guns so I can wipe out the wolves around me. The werewolves do seem to fall if they get bullets in the steeple, and the werewolves who get bullets in the chest and head fall. But the guy who wasn't is totally fine. Even if it takes a thousand cuts in one arm.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill them!

"Kill him! Kill him! Death to them!

The werewolves have roared and pointed the spearhead of that attack at me!

"Hieh! This is scary!

"Please respond, Mr. Astrid"

I screamed unexpectedly at the imminent arrival of the great army of wolves, and from behind I thrust in with Beth bleeding with a knife.

"I'm cursed."

Beth sprinkled a lot of blood, giving the looming werewolves an extraordinary curse.

Beth's blooded werewolves burst with swollen skin!

What kind of curse...? Beth is the only one who doesn't want to turn to his enemies.

"Hit me! Grepon!"

I can't be blurry, either!

I took out the grenade launcher and greeted the pack of werewolves with the grenade bullets that would be released from it. The 120-millimeter rifle cannon may involve Mr. Gertrude and the others in this case, so it is a fire limit.

Whoa! This is the first time I've used it in action, but the grenade launcher is superb. Enemy werewolves are blown away under fragments of crushed grenade bullets. In the process, he gets his brain and heart pierced and falls to the ground.

At the same time, the shooting of grenade bullets was meant to intimidate the enemy. The enemy hesitates to storm ahead of the overwhelming firepower. It seems to be a kind of repressive shooting.

But this will take too much time to inflict a wound that will be fatal.

In machine guns, too many bullets are scattered. There could be stray bullets in Mr. Gertrude and the others by mistake due to excessive firepower. Precision shooting will be required this time. That's why the weapon you're using this time!

"Automatic small gun!

It's an automatic small gun!

One said the 5.56x45mm NATO bullet doesn't have enough man-stopping power, but it's been grasped that if you let a steep spot hit you accurately, you can kill your enemy. All you have to do is set your aim precisely and blow it off with a just.

So start shooting!

"Headshots, headshots……………"

I peek into the optical aimer and aim precisely at the heads of the werewolves.

The werewolf moves quickly, but he is also implementing Class 3 Combat Conformity measures. The movement of the werewolf flows in slow motion and can be aimed precisely at the head. The werewolves scatter their brains and collapse to the ground. I'm gonna hit you in the brain with a nice double tap.

"Headshot!

A beautifully determined headshot blows the werewolf away.

"The recoil is minimal. Beautifully decided. Class 3 Combat Conformity Measures are the best!

The recoil is suppressed by the force of my arms, and I tap headshots into the werewolves one after the other. Brain pulp splashes, splashes. No matter how many werewolves they are, if they are brainfed, they will be screwed.

Screw you! Screw you! Fuck you!

"But there are many……. How many!

If all the villagers are werewolves, 100 or so. I'm not kidding!

"Mr. Gertrude! Mr. Ernesta! I'll restrain you, so please evacuate! I'll wrap it up and blow it up!

"Got it!

I can't believe I'm doing this right with an automatic small gun! I knew I'd have to slap a 120-millimeter rifle cannon in here! I'm gonna have to knock a grenade right into the middle of the crowd of them and crush them!

"We've evacuated, Astrid!

"Okay, I'm going! Blow it up to the end of the sky!

Bullet seed grenades, continuous fire. Huh!

The shells continue to be fired from the cannon mouth, tearing the werewolves apart. Even if you don't crush your head or heart, it would be enough if your neck were broken and amputated! Die!

"Huhahahahahaha! It's 1000 years early for dogs to turn against humans!

"A, Astrid............?

If the economy was blowing up enemies, Mr. Gertrude pulled me off the hook.

That's good! It's my job to blow up my enemies! We're gonna tear the werewolves apart and win this fight! Victory is what I want!

... No, let's calm down. Enemy werewolves are almost ripped apart. Survival is blood, too. It's sinking all over the place. You won't have to do any more donning. If you execute Class 3 Combat Conformity Measures, you may not become a Berserker.

"Survival is still on the run! We have to destroy the pursuit!

"Right. If you let even one werewolf get away from here, you could make another herd. The cursed beast must be sealed off here."

Beth is also in favor of annihilation!

That's fast escape, werewolves! You're on the run! We have to go after him, we have to go after him! Go, go, go!

Wow! That's running away in all directions too! I can't chase you alone! Isn't this impossible even if Beth is with you!? I've already lost about three of them!

"Mr. Astrid. I'm out of your sight, adventurers. I suggest using Fenrill. That's about as much power you'll need to hunt it down. Fenrir should be able to hunt it all down."

"Roger! Fenrill, Camon!

I open the gap in space and call Fenrill.

"A werewolf hunt? Well, okay, I'll help you. I wish I could hunt them all down."

"That's the thing!

Fenrill accelerates dramatically to go after the werewolves, even though I tell him while pursuing them with a machine gun, too.

It is a great hunt. Fenrill circles around at speeds beyond the werewolf and ensures he stops that breath root. It is a hunt. The werewolf dropped his position from being hunted to being hunted. It is now a unilateral hunt.

"It doesn't smell. There are no more werewolves."

"Yo! I've hunted it all down!

All the werewolves are dead! My victory!

"No. I thought I had to hang or be hung because I was a werewolf. I'm glad you're not talking about a suspicious ghost!

"Why would a werewolf hang or be hung?

Can't you get through to Beth?

"Now, the raid of the traveler by the werewolf is over, and this solves the request!

After this, it turns out the werewolf was who he was, and the lord added half a million marks for me as a special reward. I grinned at the generous lord, too.

The reward was divided into mountains and my share was more than that.

"But you were surprised at a village full of werewolves and all that. You can't travel around the corner."

"It happens all the time."

"Eh?"

... This world looks more like a Danger than I thought...

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