The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

Things are going on right in front of us.

There were a bunch of things that bothered me, but I have to choose to act now.

"First, we'll track them down."

Everyone nodded at my proclamation.

I'm also concerned about the buildings where the suspicious looking dark worshippers (demonstrators) - the warriors where they say they are (Reatides) - have come out, but let's give priority to rescuing the people who are now being dragged.

The Eight Reached (Reatides) appear to be headed straight to the entrance to Castle Lauris.

Incidentally, in my eyes with [Master's Eye (Sense of Adept)], their 'D&B' converted status such as [■ ■/25 years old/Warrior 8 level] is displayed. The part where the race is supposed to be displayed is bugging... well, that's what I mean.

The one who reaches it (Leatide) probably has more than a simple level of ability because he says he is taking in and alienating the power of the dark.

Neither did they seem to speak out or barely ramble in vain. Occasionally, he also shows a bare gesture of vigilance over his head. Those dragged by the ropes were also mocked with monkeys.

I was asking the Rades, but it seems true that even the Dark Worshippers (demonists) attack the Dark Ones equally.

Neither can we attack them on this occasion right now to bring in winged ghosts and other demons flying over our heads.

"I wonder how they got here."

"Hmmm......"

Sedham tilts his neck, but of course no one can answer.

They open the sleaze and the entrance, and disappear into the castle. We followed after that, too.

As long as we are using subspace to move around, tracking itself is not an easy task at all.

"Ooh."

"... ooh"

The main circle of Castle Lauris was a "mouth" building, centered on a sacred tree with a diameter of several dozen meters.

When you enter the ground floor, you can see that the part that touches the courtyard is almost occupied by the trunk of the sacred tree. Apparently, the root part of the sacred tree continues to the part that falls beneath the castle.

A similar voice leaked out of Lyle's mouth with me when I saw the sight as I followed those who reached it (Leatide), but the emotions put in it would be completely different.

A bunch of black robes go down some stairs.

"Ahead... of the 'Mother of Mercy', who cannot enter unless royal or cleric..."

I didn't need to hear Lyle whining ahead.

Their leader opens a large door with the crest of a sacred tree showing the royal family of Lauris. Spreading beyond it was fundamental to the supergiant tree, The Mercy Mother of Lauris.

I guess the basement is pretty expanded. It's about the size of a little stadium.

Sunlight is inserted through the hole in the area where the trunk extends to the ground, but only in a narrow range. Other parts were lit by a thin, white light - previously seen, a magical light.

Centered around the trunk, roots many times taller than adults stretch and lie in a radial fashion.

Between its huge roots, a stone staircase about ten metres wide was installed. The total length could be more than 50 meters. I can climb up to the trunk with a thick root and a bend.

The tip of climbing the stone steps was a terrace protruding from the trunk of the sacred tree.

There are several ancestors standing on the terrace. Plus stone columns, altars, and strange objects are adorned, and the atmosphere is like a festival hall.

We were just diving through the main door, checking the whole situation.

Will there be about 20 meters to the stone staircase?

"Whatever you think, it's salt plums that have dragged prisoners to sacrifice rituals."

Sedam analyzed it while observing the festival hall with a telescope. I also peek and nod with a far-sighted lens (Telescope Lens).

The festival's forebearer is clearly a high-ranking dark worshipper (demonist).

That would be exactly what the man in the center exposed to a creepy, literally black robe with a more creepy appearance.

The complexion is unusually white. My eyes are, of course, cloudy gold. I have no body hair at all, including my hair. The whole body was elongated lengthwise, especially the back of the head, which stretched strangely long to further alienate the overall silhouette.

and his status, confirmed by the [Master's Eye (Sense of Adept)]. [■ ■/48 years old/Monk 15 level].

To the left and right of the monk was refrained a dark worshipper (demonist) carrying an axe with both hands. Those arms are abnormally enlarged. These two were also Warrior Level 10 and the strong inside.

"You won't be noticed by the ghosts out here."

"Do you want to do it? 'Sedham said with a look.

The rade pulled out the sword on his back, and the ear soldiers also loaded the small stone bow with arrows.

I snort back, but I have to check before I do.

Those who had reached the point of pulling the bound men (Reatides) were approaching the first step of the stone steps. I don't have time for a detailed meeting.

"Helping the prisoners, of course.... Let's also make it our goal to capture that great one this time"

"That's no use."

I cut off my suggestion and threw it away. Well, I get it.

From the example of the Baron Corbal and the curse officer who interrogated him in Philsand, he would end up first in jail for interrogating or trying to be flexible with a ghost worshipper (demonist).

In a normal way, yes.

"Use a spell that governs a person's spirit. So don't kill him."

……

Hold on to your inner hesitation and say strongly to the rade. It's not just what happened here ten years ago, there may be no more opportunity to get information about the Dark Worshipers.

"Okay."

The rade nodded slightly. With the sword on his shoulder, he turns his gaze toward the line of the reached (Leatide) who is about to climb the stone steps.

"I'll get rid of them. You're over there."

"... All right"

Reid assured me that he would 'clean up'. The words amazingly give me peace of mind.

So while I concentrated my consciousness to return from subspace to the material realm, I was able to give minimal instructions without hesitation.

"Sedam, Lyle, please"

"Leave it to me."

"Oh, take care. Cover the langer!

The subspace that was wrapping us disappeared and the natural colors returned to the surrounding sights.

Naturally, the guys on the terrace noticed and shouted.

"By this spell..."

Those who have reached (Reatide) turn around and set up.

At the same time I started casting my first spell, the rade barked.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Raising a thick, heavy roar, Rade walked away. It's a beastly instantaneous force that I don't think wears the full body armor of a warrior clan.

"What!?"

"Kill me as a warrior!

"Gahhh!"

Those who reached (Reatide) also reacted quickly.

There is no mention of the prisoner who was dragging, either, and he takes off his robe and takes a combat stance.

What has four swords in four arms. The one with the upper body covered with black beast hair. Something that grows the tail of a snake from the waist and causes it to bring its sickle. Something with a whole body of skin that shines like bronze. The alienation was like a nightmare.

The rade came into contact with the head of the one (Leatide) who reached it in just about three seconds.

Hey, we're still in the middle of our first spell. Virtual I'm in a hurry too, but I haven't even reached the Spell Library yet.

"Die!

"Huh!"

Along with the simplicity and extreme temper, the one who reaches (Leatide) waves down a steel stick toward the rade.

It's a blow that takes advantage of the long reach of an arm with one more joint than normal. Probably about normal sheet metal armor would have the power to crush it. But.

Bash.

The attack range of the Great Sword, approximately the same length as that of a giant over two metres, was above it.

The steel blade that swirls with the momentum of the dash doubles the torso of the reached person (Leatide) into a horizontal twist.

"Ahhh!

"Shaggaaa!"

Then two… or two reached (leatides) strike the rade from left to right.

The four-armed man stands and defends two swords in front, while the man who lays countless long thorns on his shoulders and back fires several thorns. Even this thorn seems to have the power to pierce metal armor.

"Ngu!

"Gef."

The defense of the two swords was utterly powerless against the great sword that spins with the momentum of slashing and slashing the first man.

The four arms are slapped and broken on all swords, including the sword that swung down on the attack, and the chest is cleaved to one letter to erupt blood.

"Gih!?"

The rades weren't just wielding swords from body to body just for the offense.

Step out the axial foot greatly with each spin, not staying in the same position for a moment. That meant that a targeted shooting attack would pierce the sky in vain.

"Gah!?"

The moment I worked for the second shot, the third spinning whirlwind of death (Worldwind) caught the thorn man and blew his neck off.

"You warrior!

"Die, die, die!...... gibberish!?"

The remaining five reached (Reatides) lined up with bronze men and beasthaired men as avant-gardes.

To one around the rear guard, an arrow of stone bows unleashed by the ear soldiers stabbed and collapsed on his chest and belly.

"... stopping the gear of time and putting the world under my sole control. That period of dominance will be one round to add 1D4. [Time Stop (Timestop)]"

You said the rade itself was' tough 'earlier. So to speak, there are hostages, there are a lot of special abilities, and I thought it would be a little more difficult.

That's why I thought I'd go a little further in my wife's spell...

Well, it's not a bad thing. I'll do my job because he's doing his job well.

In the precious time I stopped, I threw out one mixed sigh of relief and dissatisfaction and started casting spells.