As expected, we were able to join the group before 6:00.

“Oh. It was already over.”

Even so, there were 4 dead bodies and party members at the entrance of the dungeon. When I scouted yesterday, I couldn’t see them coming out early and taking turns, but today, it seems that I felt that way.

“I came just in time... um. You’re both fine, right?”

Apparently, the ones I smashed with the War Hammer weren’t one or two, and I and Yekatrina were pretty much covered in blood, so Gin hesitated and asked.

“They couldn’t even resist. Hey, just like Eldmia said, I started filming one guy, so I couldn’t do anything because I was dumbfounded.”

“Hmm. That’s right. The idea of taking things off guard is important. We finished it without difficulty. Lellier knew how to use silence magic.”

“To be precise, it temporarily created a barrier that silenced the surrounding sounds.”

“You won’t get caught if you use magic?”

“It is my skill to write it unnoticed.”

It’s like a party where there’s nothing to lose no matter where you put it. It’s already dizzying because it’s obvious that the gap will be severely felt when I work with other halfway adventurers later on.

“I checked the passage for a while, but there is no difference from the scale written on the map. If we proceed as planned, there will be no problem.”

The plan Gin said was nothing special. Gaendal stands and pushes out of a space so narrow that two adult men stand shoulder to shoulder. After that, Gin follows, preparing for an unexpected surprise attack, and Yekatrina, who has difficulty wielding a Warhammer, follows behind with Rellie to check that no one escapes.

Her war hammer should be able to block the path just by thrusting it forward, so it was a perfect plan so no problems would arise as long as we didn’t miss the two archers and wizards as we advanced.

It is a policy that fits the word subjugation.

Gaendal and I nodded and entered the dungeon, taking the daggers and short swords we found among the fallen men just in case. After going down the stairs to the basement level, we were greeted by a stone passageway with torches hanging on the walls.

I memorized the map, which is not complicated. From now on, all we had to worry about was checking the number of people in the room alternately left and right and fast delivery.

There are only about 9 people left and demons who are not specifically known. There was nothing to hold back, so we ran forward.

It was up to me to raid the first room I entered.

“one!”

“What? What... Kheuk!”

While Nana Gaendal entered the room and identified and dealt with the number of people, Gin coordinated with the others to guard the aisle. If two or more people are gathered together, it will enter into a pincer attack, otherwise it will repeat the same action.

While on the way to the chapel, which is the destination, when you are sure that you have not killed or missed any of them, you send a signal to Ekaterina and Rellie in the back and enter the chapel first. That was the gist of this repeated murder.

As if the special forces were suppressing the terrorists, they died one by one in a swift movement.

“three!”

It was a tremendous speed even for himself, but one guy was not only reacting to this speed, he was aiming at me precisely and stabbing his sword.

“Wizard! Secure the gate! We must run away!”

Aiming for the temple from the side, I narrowly cut the sword that was poking me in and kicked the guy in the stomach. only two horns. Could it be that the strength of demons is determined by the number of horns? The other three responded but were slow, so this one is the leader and the biggest threat.

The proof was that even in this state, which could be called my strength, I wondered if they were equal, let alone overpowered.

It was a little different from the last time I glanced at it. From the terrifyingly bloodshot eyes and face to the veins protruding all over the body, it helps us to guess that the guy has strengthened his body with something. And if others didn’t know what it was, I knew exactly what it was.

It was clear that he had hammered magic power into his body as if he were doping it with drugs.

“I will stop this guy! Protect the wizard!”

In the short time he gave instructions to the demons, he encountered five sword attacks. If I hadn’t learned swordsmanship from the Ogatorv family, he’s a guy so skilled in swordsmanship that he would have been split from his jaw to death in the third counterattack.

Whether it was a fucking surprise attack or not, I think it’s the first time in my life that I’ve fought properly against such a strong guy.

Wouldn’t it have been like this if he had faced Delt, who was able to kill him with an unprecedented surprise attack? Of course, at that time my swordsmanship was much weaker than now, so even if I died, I would have died five more times.

“Did you drink magic like a drug!”

I tried to use the recoil to split my skull as I entwined and bounced the sword that stabbed my eye, but the bounced sword returned to its place with terrifying momentum and cut my sword away. And taking that as an opportunity, after that, I only blocked the sword that struck like lightning three times.

It’s not too heavy, but it’s definitely slightly stronger than me due to the low magic power doping. If I saw a gap, I could somehow adjust my posture and try to run away, so I clung to it with all my might and clashed swords.

In the shock so great that I could tell that his weapon and mine were creaking, I could see that the blade was slightly broken.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts passed through my mind.

Do they make weapons based on this level of combat? Then, is the only thing that is being destroyed right now with my sword and his sword is in good shape? Is he aiming for weapon destruction?

“Wizard! Hurry up!”

I had also thought about strengthening the body through doping with low magical power. And, quite frankly, he didn’t even try. Might try one day, but never for a while.

Because that method was the most fundamental cause of all the humans who ventured to use magical powers exploding like firecrackers.

But the guy is holding on. So, are you saying that demons are bodies that can withstand that?

“Fuck it can’t be!”

His blood vessels, which were swollen as if they were about to burst at any moment, were gradually reddening, and the sound of his rough breathing was telling. And everything became clear the moment he brushed off the mage who had been staring intently at the gate with his arms outstretched and whimpering.

That won’t last long!

“My older sister said it was suicide, you bastard!!”

If so, I who last longer wins!