323 Episode 312: Fear

The head of the beast thrown by Arezel goes under the coral in a straight line. Control was perfect and a direct hit course sewing through the gaps in the iron lattice.

"Ugh, wow!?

You instinctively perceived what you faced with death, a coral screaming loudly from the bottom of your belly. However, it never ceased to be a demon.

When the head of the beast seemed to slip through the iron lattice, as if it had even hit an invisible wall, it became so powerful and dispersed. More ruptured red blood than a chunk of meat splashes around it, dyeing not only the iron lattice, but also the invisible walls.

"Yahoo, was there a bond? If you're a big beast, you still think there's a big gap in letting people in."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Master Coral, please calm down. Five bodies are satisfied and intact, and they are still alive."

He was so shocked that he couldn't get up immediately just this time, even though the guy with the eyelids talks to the coral like that. Coral remained relieved, buttocks on and didn't try to move.

"Hey, is this it? If it's over, now you're staying with me?"

"Hmm, we've got a problem. I didn't expect that the hidden balls that Master Coral had prepared immediately would be easily torn. The boulder is a hat off, Master Arezel of the Great Eight Devils."

"You're a disciplined man, too. If you lift an incompetent employer that far, you have no choice?

"You're just getting paid to do that. We just do the right job for it. And it's not that incompetent."

"Well, why?

"You hired us."

At that moment, four figures show up more than in the gravel of the arena where Arezel was complaining about the smell of blood. Out of the raised gravel were fully-armed mercenaries. On both their hands is a poisoned dagger knife gripped. Their movements, which strike Arezel at the same time over the Quartet, were very sophisticated, without any hesitation or alarm.

"Hmm, red dot"

but the moment he tried to launch an attack on Arezel, the score in the hands of the four disappeared. The attack, which was supposed to be unintentional, ended empty-handedly, with the four of them in turn experiencing pain.

"- Huh!?

"Whoa, I just want to appreciate not raising my voice."

The vanishing knife penetrated deep into the left and right legs so that it could be sewn onto the gravel ground. Arezel took a total of eight gains from the attack and dumped them on the ground in a nasty way. Slight stiffness from accidental pain. Arezel uses this free time to push tons and breasts to knock them back.

"Damn!"

"Grr..."

Allezel is considered the weakest arm power of the Great Eight Demons, but still it does not make an overwhelming difference to them. Even to the extent of a light poke, the four fell over with the momentum of being hit hard from the head.

"I'm in a good mood today and I feel good. It's been a long time since I've been exhilarated. The blood of the bandits who washed their feet is making a scene, and they keep stealing what's on their eyes."

A bright red liquid was dripping from both hands of Allezel, who smiled briskly at the thought of the fox. Not the first Naipam Leol blood I had. Because with the blood, the vivid skin, the ears, the nose, the eyes - albeit in small quantities - there were human parts mixed everywhere to such an extent that they were picked at the girl's fingertips.

- Bush......!

Blood splashes rose from the men, as if they had waited for the time for Arezel to say so. It must have been my first experience to be judged on body parts, even for the inflexible men who endured foot pain. I scream at him for too much intense pain, and his screams echo inside the arena.

"Hih...!

"Oh, hey, are you okay!?

"Yes, sir, we must clear the way out."

To that tragic sight, all the masked gentlemen and ladies who were in the guest seat were only able to speak with surprise, just bewildered. But that also has to be stopped. This is one of the two factors that Arezel gained the name 'Fear', derived not only from the equipment of the hostile, but also from the brutality of viewing the subject area as a part and stripping it away. The synergy between the art of theft and the art of demolition brings great power to her even in combat.

"No, it's easy to steal when it's brittle and dull. It doesn't even fit into the quality."

"Don't be frightened, shoot!

More than a dozen mercenaries, bowed from the outside of the iron lattice, fire arrows simultaneously, setting standards for Arezel, according to the decree of the man in the eyelid. The arrows unleashed endlessly became rain and poured all over Arezelle's standing arena.

"Whoa, there's a shield here"

Allezel picks up about two meat walls that were slightly falling to the ground and uses them as his own shield. Forced to lift their toes as they are torn apart by a pierced knife, they unfortunately get arrows all over their bodies. It seemed like he was screaming something until just before, but Arezel's long elf ears were very convenient and it was decided that he didn't hear anything.

"Elf, I don't know how to use a bow and arrow against my daughter. It's easy for me. Yeah, but..."

To hide in the rain of arrows, five more mercenaries had broken into the arena. Walking like an assassin sneaking into darkness identifies the trajectories of countless arrows that descend and approaches Arezel in the shortest possible time. And sticking it to your throat is a dark painted vicious blade that is difficult to see. Arezel's arms are still blocked with meat walls, and there's no sign of letting it go again.

"-Sh!"

Fighting warriors, fearless of death, pierce Arezel's steeple. The feeling of piercing pomegranate and meat and raw warm things conveying the blade. Kill him! Every one of them was feeling that definite response.

(Izu......!?

but the discomfort immediately struck them out. There was no sensation of both hands that I should have had earlier, but rather severe pain ran ahead of my arms. Furthermore, they hear the sound of something falling on the ground. Some of them unintentionally fell. They put it in sight, and such people were in further confusion.

There they squeezed their gains, five of their hands were falling. The object was pierced by something handy, and if we looked closely, we could see that it was the hand of a companion who acted together ready to die. They Japita mercenaries decide to do some kind of tattoo on the back of their hands. Whose murder blade therefore stabbed who, it was already clear.

"What?"

Perhaps they had no idea what had happened at this time. This strange situation, where everyone, is completely gone ahead of the wrists of both hands, and those lost are pierced by the blade. It is stranger to be able to explain.

- Pashun!

Nearby, something sounded like a fire. Besides, it was like it was my nostalgia, something that rang very close.

"I don't know if it's for self-determination or suicide bombing, but I'm crazy about wrapping bombs around my body. I can't really imitate it."

Arezel kept her back on the battlefield wall and laughed Kerakera as she turned the barrel bomb at her fingertips. Seeing that, gradually they understand. In the unlikely event that all the bundles of bombs wrapped under her gear to blow themselves up, all of them were in her hands.

(This guy, blasts from us -)

The bomb was planted all over my body, and it was placed in such a way that I could take it immediately if I wanted to. But even to remove the planted bomb, their hands have been stolen by Arezel. They feared from the bottom of their minds on both arms that would cut the sky even as they tried to remove the bomb.

"Uh, it's not beautiful whenever you look at it. Flesh splashing fireworks."

By the end of the arrow rain, what existed in the arena was dominated by unbroken corpses.