Wow!
A huge poisonous man opened its mouth wide.
Then its wide-open mouth was pulled back, and soon it fell from its jaw and fell to the ground.
… Clap!
Bikir, who cut off the face of the German standing in his way, landed lightly on the ground.
However, there were still a few Germans left on the slope leading up to the mountain peak in front of us.
[Knight-] [Key-Key Ik-] [Shrim-!]German combat troops are larger and more powerful than regular Germans.
And the Germans here were much larger and had a more bizarre appearance than ordinary fighters.
Those with three or five heads belong to the ordinary axis.
Underneath their long, twisted bodies were strange appendages that could not have been thought to have once been human parts.
Mutant.
An entity that is born with an extremely rare probability as an ordinary poisoner crosses the line of fire several times, accumulates experience, and accumulates improved poisons in his body.
The venom and stink emanating from his entire body were causing the surrounding grass to turn black.
And among the Germans blocking the mountain peak, an unusually larger and more hideous individual began to appear.
[Gyaggak… … Gaggaaaa… … Read that!]Bikir recognized the identity of the poisoner.
'hmm. He's the guy who went into the barracks and came out earlier.'
An entity that had just crawled out of a dock charging station that I saw from afar.
It was a mutant so large and powerful that it was unclear why it was placed in the rear.
[That's right- ah… … Buzz… … Maaknae… … hey… … Gagyaggak-]Vikir, who saw the mutant muttering unintelligible words with its grotesquely altered oral structure, quickly assessed the situation.
'If a guy like this goes on a siege tomorrow, things will become a hassle. I guess I should get rid of it first.'
The moment when the night hound was about to bare its teeth at the giant poison mutant in front of him.
"Bikir!"
Tudor's voice was heard from behind.
When Bikir turns around, he sees Tudor with a determined expression.
"Go first. "We'll take care of this."
"… … ."
"It's more important to open a waterway. We'll do something about the poison mutants, so don't worry... … ."
"i get it."
Before Tudor finished speaking, Bikir left.
It was decided that it would definitely be more efficient.
Tudor smiled as he saw Bikir shooting forward without even looking back.
"boy. "Please at least verbally decline."
"Now this is proof that Bikir trusts us this much."
"know. So honestly, I felt a little good."
Tudor grinned at Sancho's words as he turned to his back with an ax in his hand and adjusted his grip on his spear.
Soon, the members of the death squad sent Bikir first and began to block the Germans behind him.
"Come on, you scum! "I'll show you something hot about my sister!"
Camus waved his hands and drew a large magic circle in the air.
Her specialty is Octa Casting, which allows her to use as many as eight elemental magics at the same time.
As many as eight rains of fire and iron began to fall.
… Puffpuffpuffpuffpuff!
The iron skewers that rose from the ground pierced the bodies of the poisoners and immediately melted due to the heat and burned their bodies.
"eww… … If this happens, my gold will melt too. Well, does it matter?"
Sinclair drew up mana and brought it to the ground.
Then, they pulled out the entire gold vein that was sleeping under the stratum.
Woojijijijik-
A huge golden golem tears up the ground, crawls up to the ground, and throws a massive fist.
Due to the salt magic created by Camus, the molten gold boiled and sprayed liquid in all directions, causing poisonous people to burn to death.
"Everyone, take a deep breath as much as possible! "Don't go away from me!"
Dolores was blocking the evil spirits of the Red Death by setting up a sacred shield over as wide an area as possible.
Cheeeeeeeeeek-
The blood and pus that the poisoners emit as they struggle are evaporated into ordinary vapor as soon as they come in contact with the white light emitted from Dolores' body.
Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Bianca were also emitting their own auras to block the Germans' advance.
"Bikir! Can you see something up there!?"
Tudor shouted, punching a hole in the center of the German's large palm with his spear.
I see- I see- I see- I see-
Tudor's voice, which appears to be struggling, echoes in layers and spreads among the lush trees and cliffs.
And Bikir, who had just climbed up the mountain peak, recognized Tudor's voice, small but clear.
but
"… … ."
Bikir was unable to give any answer to Tudor's earnest cries.
does not exist. water is.
No matter how much I looked under the crater, I couldn't see anything that looked like water.
"… … ."
Vikir took a few deep breaths and then looked carefully at the scenery below the crater.
You can see a mountainside covered with overgrown trees, with dry lumps of dirt rolling down.
If you move your gaze along it, there is only an empty wasteland.
There was not the slightest trace of water in the crater, which was filled with only dried sand and hard rocks.
Only dead tumbleweeds are rolling around.
The minipin information was incorrect.
Vikir gritted his teeth.
I was skeptical because it was information I did not know before returning.
The point of relying on uncertainty came back as a fatal defeat.
Kwakwakwak!
Bikir delivered a slash and collapsed part of the peak.
But still, no water came out.
'… … 'This is dangerous.'
Now that things are like this, we need to change our route as soon as possible and return to Tochka.
However, the rear was already surrounded by the Germans.
Bikir flew down the rock wall to join the front line.
Since the chaos at the German charging station had not yet been completely resolved and the Germans were deployed sparsely, it seemed like the emergency fire could be extinguished for now.
'After eliminating the poisoners here, we take advantage of the commotion to head to Tochka. Since it is probably moving in the opposite direction, the siege will be less alert... … All that's left is to hope that the leeches last as long as possible.'
Bikir came down the cliff, making various plans.
Moment.
"… … !"
An unexpected event occurred that made Bikir's plans and judgments go to waste in an instant.
"Hehehehe… … "All of Tochka's troublemakers are gathered here."
A face with a sharp hooked nose, tightly closed lips, and a black shadow beneath deep, sunken eyelids beneath black hair.
A middle-aged man with a gloomy appearance wearing a black priest's uniform was emerging from among the Germans.
There was no one among the death squad members who did not know his face.
A genius who knows how to combine all the poisons and medicines in the world.
A terrible person that even Hugo of the Baskervilles is reluctant to deal with.
Duke Hobbes of Leviathan.
He is the head of the extremely poisonous clan Leviathan and is the most important figure in the civil war currently taking place in the empire.
Bikir had to grit his teeth in front of Hobbes, who showed up much earlier than expected.
Meanwhile.
"Hmm. "I almost know what brought you here."
Hobbes glanced at the faces of the night walkers, smiled darkly, and held out his long spear.
A spear blade that looks like two long snakes entwined around a hard, dried wooden handle.
"good. 'Ouroboros'."
The moment Hobbes' command is given.
Hissing-
The spear began to wriggle as if it were alive.
Every time the spear swings, the evil spirits of the Red Death run wild and swirl around Hobbes.
Huge, hideous, poisonous mutants were standing behind Hobbes along the red mist, spewing out terrifying murderous energy.
When Vikir saw his companions and Hobbes facing each other across the mountainside, he accelerated his steps even more.
'… … That guy is dangerous.'
This time (二番尸).
During the Age of Destruction, the Demon King was never defeated in many-to-one, one-to-one, or many-to-many battles.
The most vicious and evil demon among the ten saints.
If Vikir was a skilled demon hunter, then this guy could be called a skilled human hunter.
"Don't fight back! There's no chance of winning against that guy... … !?"
However, Bikir's cries for his colleagues did not last until the end.
Puh-uh!
A thunderbolt of fire came out of nowhere and hit Hobbes.
As soon as he appeared, Hobbes' head turned and he was thrown backwards, spouting out blood.
"… … ?"
While Vikir gaped at the unexpected situation, terrifying pillars of fire fell one after another onto the pit where Hobbs was trapped.
Wow-jijijijijik! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak! … Gurgling!
It was a thunderbolt of fire, each with huge, red-hot iron skewers built into them like pencil lead.
"Hohohoho- I guess I'll just have to hunt demons until Vikir comes. It worked, so what? "I was able to win the king right away."
Camus, who had been controlling her pace until now, has completely relaxed her limits for the first time in a long time.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …
A huge, black tree began to grow above the red-hot flames created by Camus.
Ghost tree.
It had fully bloomed and become a mature tree, and before we knew it, it was bearing fruit.