Chapter 146

“Everyone Danzaaang!!”

The screams of villains are always nice to hear.

“I’ll follow you soon, so why are you calling me so anxiously!”

It honestly doesn’t sound very good. It’s so filthy and noisy that I just want to beat it to death. What makes the villains scream because they feel unfair and pitiful when a quiet death isn’t enough?

Still, I was able to confirm that the guy I killed was the leader, so I like that. Did you kill about 10 people including the leader? Although it was the result of pouring a lot of magic power, there was no abnormality in the condition.

If this is the case, assuming that you are not surrounded, you will be able to win without any problems if you receive Asilier’s support fire?

“Eldmia!”

“Yes! Is that me... Ekaterina?”

From the forest road in the direction we flew from, a familiar large woman with blonde hair appeared.

Why is your sister out there?

“I’ll support you!”

Mana flowed behind her, so when I looked carefully, not only Rellie, but also Gin and Gaendal were running along. Even though I don’t know when exactly Ekaterina came running, she had already arrived at close range and swung her heavy bottle, literally crushing the two of them with a roar.

While even the executives who were around me were amazed at the dizzying sight, I calmed down a little and cut another guy nearby.

“When I see a friendly face, I get angry, but this is a big deal.”

I’m not kidding, the anger that had risen to the top of my head died in an instant. I don’t know if they were moderately different adventurers, but after seeing the best dream team in my life, my anger disappears.

“Fuck! I wasn’t alone! Retreat! Huh...!”

No, it was true that I wasn’t alone, but there weren’t that many. First of all, I thought he had a mental head enough to give orders, so I quickly rushed in and killed him.

Surprise and head-butting are always the right thing to do. That alone creates the possibility that 40 soldiers will become 40 vassals. And this time, it’s always a win.

Ah, there must be less than 30 people left, so there must be about 30 of them.

“Isn’t Eldmia really good at surprising people?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the cry of Gaendal, who attacked me with the fastest movement of the three and prevented me from being unilaterally surrounded by enemies.

“Who is it? Coincidence is like this!”

A colleague you can rely on. I couldn’t stop admiring the fact that even though I only did one request together, I could not help but believe in it this far. It’s different from fighting with Asillie or Cheryl, so it’s unfamiliar but enjoyable.

Above all, the displeasure has already disappeared in the fact that they joined me in spite of this obvious outnumbering. I don’t know what happened, but it must have been that the mercenaries were dissatisfied with the atrocities committed here. Good people always make people feel good.

“We’ll talk about it later. They’ve been holding villagers in the pantheon. Be careful not to take them hostage!”

“Very good information!”

Maybe it was another time, but now I know the perfect way to deal with the despicable ones.

Even before my doubts went away, the two guys who kept me in check began to ignite. And starting with that, all the mercenaries who were alive began to burn sequentially.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!”

“Haaaaaagh!”

fuck.

oh my god.

fuck god.

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Gwenth, vice-captain of the Hawk’s Claws, had an excellent sense of humor.

I deliberately did not inform those around me in detail, but the sense was so excellent that it could be called almost magic, and I depended on it for the rest of my life to the extent that I continued my life. The reason why I stayed in the traitor group even with that feeling was because I didn’t really think it was dangerous in the slightest.

There seemed to be a possibility, and even if it was dangerous, I was confident that I would run away before that.

It was only now that he realized that it was arrogance, but Gwenth did not stop trying to live. While searching for a way to survive, forcing himself to vomit out of a sense of crisis he had never felt before, as he watched a small sun appear over the ruins, he remembered the battlefields he had experienced in the past.

It happened when he was born as the son of a prostitute who followed a mercenary troupe and accidentally watched the battlefield where the wizard participated from a distance. Even then, such a fireball rose over the battlefield.

And people started burning. Exactly only the soldiers of the enemy faction of the mage. The mercenaries belonging to the hostile camp were fine, but the sight made people tremble in fear.

Now that he knew the principle, which was unknown at the time, Gwenth threw away his sword, threw off his cloak, and struggled to get rid of the armor he could take off immediately.

I don’t know the specific method, but that magic is simultaneously activated to those who share the equipment recognized by the caster.

Since it was unknown what the wizard identified the group as, he had to take off all the equipment shared by the mercenaries. I couldn’t even tell people around. If that happened, it would be clear that a prosecutor who was no different from that embodied death would come and slit his throat right away.

Without even having time to care about the surroundings, he spasmodically took off all his gear and even threw off the greave he was wearing for the last time. A cry filled with mana rang out.

“Burn up!”

I involuntarily closed my eyes at the chilling cry, but Gwenth survived. Allies from the burning past struggled in pain in all directions, but survived.

Gwenth, who was so relieved and tried to move his body to get out of here quickly, froze as it was.

“Is your friend quick-witted?”

The sense that had warned me like crazy until just now had gone silent.

As if it meant nothing now.

“Among friends I met in the past, there was a friend named Gadwerry. I nicknamed him the talkative Werry. The conversations I had with him were very, very helpful. I don’t know how it is now, but at the time, I survived the danger of death very well.”

In the tension where not even a finger can move, slowly move only your head and eyes to look up at the owner of the voice.

“You don’t know if our quick-witted friend has the same personality as Weri?”

The embodied death, unknown when it came, was looking down at him with a terrifying smile.