When the city sunk into the ground by the activation of the foul stone, which was filled with water magic, turned into a lake, a subterranean dragon leapt out of the water, unable to withstand the water attack.

'I hate it, I hate it, water, I hate it. I made the water, you don't like it, you don't like it!

The mountainous behemoths approaching is nothing short of terrifying.
　But they don't look away.
　The assassin does not miss any information, no matter how trivial. They understand that to survive, to kill, information is all that matters.
　My Touahardé's magic eye. Its super-sightedness allows it to see exactly where his body is at any given moment.

"Of course.

When I launched the [Bombardment Fire], the guy was regenerating.
　However, it hadn't returned to normal.
　After the brownish-brown outer shell was blown off, the inner flesh rose up and closed the wound. And the outer shell was still shattered.

And even now, the pink flesh was still rising up and sealing the wound.
　Despite all that time, he hadn't returned to a perfect state.
　My suspicions that that giant body is not a demon race deepened.

''With a body with a hole in it, the water torture must be bearable.
"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

This waterboarding irritated her because she wasn't in perfect shape.
　Originally, if the tentacles coming out of her mouth were stowed and curled up, her brownish-brown outer shell would repel water and she didn't bother with waterboarding.

The mucus is washed away by the water, and because it instinctively keeps producing mucus, the weakness of being bad at water is only a story about the peach-colored flesh, the inside of him.
　However, that guy has lost a lot of outer shells in the [artillery firing] just now.
　In that state, if you shower him with a lot of water, it will seep into the inside and he will suffer in this way.

It wasn't aimed at him, but the [Bombardment Firing] wasn't in vain.
　The enraged underground dragon was already right under his nose.
　The eight eyes with killing intent are only looking at me.
　That's why it's convenient.

........In the first encounter, this guy had plenty of time to spare and was also playing with it.
　It means that he's licking our side, but that's not a plus for us.
　The fact that he has an extra room means that his vision is not strained and he might notice our aim, and it is because he is playing that his next move is extremely difficult to predict.
　It's much easier for them to get angry and try to kill you.
　At any rate, your vision will be narrowed and your next move will be easy to read.
　In other words, I'm the perfect sitting duck for the assassin.
　As the underground dragon rushed forward, its countless tentacles were pointed like spears, blocking the escape route.

We'll never duck using normal evasive maneuvers.

I'll play with you.

Unleash the foul stone.
　The magic power in this one is 7:3 wind and water.
　Instead of the muddy stream we saw earlier, a storm is brewing.
　Heavy rain and storms.
　I'm not sure how fast he's jumping up at an unthinkable speed for his huge body, but he's just jumping, and he's defying gravity.
　And that's where this storm comes in. It was visibly killing its speed.
　Not only that, the water seeped inside, washing away the mucus in its tentacles and slowing its movements.

'Wet, wet, wet, wet ugh, squirm, oh no!'

And as for me, I ride the wind.
　I can control the wind to my heart's content because of the way my clothes have been processed.
　I also know what kind of storms are created from my past experiments. By riding the storm, I gained super speed, ducked his huge body and countless spears, and then ducked underneath him.
　The storm has stopped.
　At that moment, he activated the fourth foul stone.

''Blast!''

The last foul stone is 3:7 fire and wind.
　Explosive Power Specialization.
　A directional explosion rolls out and blows away the massive body of the underground dragon.
　Unlike the usual, this one doesn't have the aspect of a mass weapon mixed with earth, but if it's just to blow it up, this one is better.

Of course, if you use this thing in the air, I will also be blown to the ground.
　I've released all of my wind armor and used the reverse thrust to kill as much of my speed as possible, but that's just for the fun of it, and if I were to hit the hard ground, I'd die instantly.

We know this will happen.
　That's why we had taken measures.
　I put on a mask to protect my eyes, ears, and mouth, positioned myself in the air, and even covered my body with magical power. Landing in the water, a huge splash.
　Yes, he submerged the city in water to harass them, but it was also to cushion them.
　Even so, the impact of landing in the water was tremendous, and despite the fact that he was wearing a magical defense and an assassination suit with high impact resistance made of demonic membrane, he was badly bruised and several bones were shattered.
　He also reached the bottom of the water and his body slumped down, but he was not fatally injured.
　He kicks the bottom of the water and emerges.

''Well you managed not to die.

He floats on the surface of the water, looks up at the sky, and removes his mask.

My skin gets sticky. It's from his mucus in the water. It seems that even if it's as watery as a huge lake, it's still harmful.
　Fifteen foul stones fly around the underground dragon that blazes high into the sky, glittering in the air.
　The tart wind has arranged them in a mysterious trajectory, collecting all the impact of the explosion in the center.

Already on the verge of criticality.
　As soon as all the foul stones reach the target point, the explosion.

It's as good as it gets. Perfect placement and timing. I would have done the same.

I dive into the water, defending myself again with my magic power.
　A super firepower explosion, using fifteen foul stones.
　Even a hole this deep is dangerous.
　What's more, the bombing foul stones are filled with the magic power of the earth, scattering countless iron pieces.
　The roar and impact came to the bottom of the water, and the surface of the water evaporated at once, turning the water into hot water. More iron pieces rained down, and a number of water columns rose up.
　.........As expected, three hundred people's magical power x 15 bombing. It's outrageous.

''Phew!

I emerge from the water.
　I stare at the end of the underground dragon to see what happens to it.

It seems that the explosion of that super firepower blew up the giant body without a trace.
　If the speculation that the giant body is not a demon race is correct, then the giant body cannot be regenerated and only the main body, which is a demon race, will revive and expose its appearance.

........If it's just a super regeneration ability, there's no way it can be restored from here.
　Only a regression-type regeneration, like the demon race, can be resurrected from here.
　Now what do you think?

If that giant body is going to regenerate, then it is no longer possible to kill it.
　It would have no choice but to flee.
　I put magic power into Touahade's magic eye and used a combination of exploratory wind magic while making sure I didn't miss anything.

A change appeared in the air.
　Like a badly done reverse-played video, disparate pieces of burnt flesh appeared in the air, and then they gathered in the center, and the charring disappeared, creating the shape of a person.
　Then a white-skinned, smooth-skinned boy without a scratch appears.
　It's a bizarre figure. It's like a mannequin, without all the bumps and holes you could ever want.

Did you see that?　I could hear it, yell, my yell, my yell, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

A scream, more like a cry than anger.
　I guess I wasn't wrong in my impression of the boy.

Too mentally immature. A whip-like object stretches out from the white skin and clings to the wall and goes straight to the ground.
　He might try to escape.
　There's no armor to protect him now.

I can kill him now.
　The miasma and miasma from his body is far less than the lion demon tribe of the other day.
　I'm sure that even Tart and Dia can do well with that.
　Then there's only one thing I have to do.

"Shall we concentrate on the assassination?

He doesn't miss a moment and moves to reap the benefits of life.
　At the same time, I will not neglect to be prepared to follow up at any time if Tart and Dia are in danger.
　Protected by the armor of invincibility, the demon who kept himself alone in the safe zone and kept killing people, for the first time, stands on the same field as us.
　Let him know. This isn't a slaughterhouse game, it's a killing contest.

When the city sunk into the ground by the activation of the foul stone, which was filled with water magic, turned into a lake, a subterranean dragon leapt out of the water, unable to withstand the water attack.

'I hate it, I hate it, water, I hate it. I made the water, you don't like it, you don't like it!

The mountainous behemoths approaching is nothing short of terrifying.
　But they don't look away.
　The assassin does not miss any information, no matter how trivial. They understand that to survive, to kill, information is all that matters.
　My Touahardé's magic eye. Its super-sightedness allows it to see exactly where his body is at any given moment.

"Of course.

When I launched the [Bombardment Fire], the guy was regenerating.
　However, it hadn't returned to normal.
　After the brownish-brown outer shell was blown off, the inner flesh rose up and closed the wound. And the outer shell was still shattered.

And even now, the pink flesh was still rising up and sealing the wound.
　Despite all that time, he hadn't returned to a perfect state.
　My suspicions that that giant body is not a demon race deepened.

''With a body with a hole in it, the water torture must be bearable.
"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

This waterboarding irritated her because she wasn't in perfect shape.
　Originally, if the tentacles coming out of her mouth were stowed and curled up, her brownish-brown outer shell would repel water and she didn't bother with waterboarding.

The mucus is washed away by the water, and because it instinctively keeps producing mucus, the weakness of being bad at water is only a story about the peach-colored flesh, the inside of him.
　However, that guy has lost a lot of outer shells in the [artillery firing] just now.
　In that state, if you shower him with a lot of water, it will seep into the inside and he will suffer in this way.

It wasn't aimed at him, but the [Bombardment Firing] wasn't in vain.
　The enraged underground dragon was already right under his nose.
　The eight eyes with killing intent are only looking at me.
　That's why it's convenient.

........In the first encounter, this guy had plenty of time to spare and was also playing with it.
　It means that he's licking our side, but that's not a plus for us.
　The fact that he has an extra room means that his vision is not strained and he might notice our aim, and it is because he is playing that his next move is extremely difficult to predict.
　It's much easier for them to get angry and try to kill you.
　At any rate, your vision will be narrowed and your next move will be easy to read.
　In other words, I'm the perfect sitting duck for the assassin.
　As the underground dragon rushed forward, its countless tentacles were pointed like spears, blocking the escape route.

We'll never duck using normal evasive maneuvers.

I'll play with you.

Unleash the foul stone.
　The magic power in this one is 7:3 wind and water.
　Instead of the muddy stream we saw earlier, a storm is brewing.
　Heavy rain and storms.
　I'm not sure how fast he's jumping up at an unthinkable speed for his huge body, but he's just jumping, and he's defying gravity.
　And that's where this storm comes in. It was visibly killing its speed.
　Not only that, the water seeped inside, washing away the mucus in its tentacles and slowing its movements.

'Wet, wet, wet, wet ugh, squirm, oh no!'

And as for me, I ride the wind.
　I can control the wind to my heart's content because of the way my clothes have been processed.
　I also know what kind of storms are created from my past experiments. By riding the storm, I gained super speed, ducked his huge body and countless spears, and then ducked underneath him.
　The storm has stopped.
　At that moment, he activated the fourth foul stone.

''Blast!''

The last foul stone is 3:7 fire and wind.
　Explosive Power Specialization.
　A directional explosion rolls out and blows away the massive body of the underground dragon.
　Unlike the usual, this one doesn't have the aspect of a mass weapon mixed with earth, but if it's just to blow it up, this one is better.

Of course, if you use this thing in the air, I will also be blown to the ground.
　I've released all of my wind armor and used the reverse thrust to kill as much of my speed as possible, but that's just for the fun of it, and if I were to hit the hard ground, I'd die instantly.

We know this will happen.
　That's why we had taken measures.
　I put on a mask to protect my eyes, ears, and mouth, positioned myself in the air, and even covered my body with magical power. Landing in the water, a huge splash.
　Yes, he submerged the city in water to harass them, but it was also to cushion them.
　Even so, the impact of landing in the water was tremendous, and despite the fact that he was wearing a magical defense and an assassination suit with high impact resistance made of demonic membrane, he was badly bruised and several bones were shattered.
　He also reached the bottom of the water and his body slumped down, but he was not fatally injured.
　He kicks the bottom of the water and emerges.

''Well you managed not to die.

He floats on the surface of the water, looks up at the sky, and removes his mask.

My skin gets sticky. It's from his mucus in the water. It seems that even if it's as watery as a huge lake, it's still harmful.
　Fifteen foul stones fly around the underground dragon that blazes high into the sky, glittering in the air.
　The tart wind has arranged them in a mysterious trajectory, collecting all the impact of the explosion in the center.

Already on the verge of criticality.
　As soon as all the foul stones reach the target point, the explosion.

It's as good as it gets. Perfect placement and timing. I would have done the same.

I dive into the water, defending myself again with my magic power.
　A super firepower explosion, using fifteen foul stones.
　Even a hole this deep is dangerous.
　What's more, the bombing foul stones are filled with the magic power of the earth, scattering countless iron pieces.
　The roar and impact came to the bottom of the water, and the surface of the water evaporated at once, turning the water into hot water. More iron pieces rained down, and a number of water columns rose up.
　.........As expected, three hundred people's magical power x 15 bombing. It's outrageous.

''Phew!

I emerge from the water.
　I stare at the end of the underground dragon to see what happens to it.

It seems that the explosion of that super firepower blew up the giant body without a trace.
　If the speculation that the giant body is not a demon race is correct, then the giant body cannot be regenerated and only the main body, which is a demon race, will revive and expose its appearance.

........If it's just a super regeneration ability, there's no way it can be restored from here.
　Only a regression-type regeneration, like the demon race, can be resurrected from here.
　Now what do you think?

If that giant body is going to regenerate, then it is no longer possible to kill it.
　It would have no choice but to flee.
　I put magic power into Touahade's magic eye and used a combination of exploratory wind magic while making sure I didn't miss anything.

A change appeared in the air.
　Like a badly done reverse-played video, disparate pieces of burnt flesh appeared in the air, and then they gathered in the center, and the charring disappeared, creating the shape of a person.
　Then a white-skinned, smooth-skinned boy without a scratch appears.
　It's a bizarre figure. It's like a mannequin, without all the bumps and holes you could ever want.

Did you see that?　I could hear it, yell, my yell, my yell, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

A scream, more like a cry than anger.
　I guess I wasn't wrong in my impression of the boy.

Too mentally immature. A whip-like object stretches out from the white skin and clings to the wall and goes straight to the ground.
　He might try to escape.
　There's no armor to protect him now.

I can kill him now.
　The miasma and miasma from his body is far less than the lion demon tribe of the other day.
　I'm sure that even Tart and Dia can do well with that.
　Then there's only one thing I have to do.

"Shall we concentrate on the assassination?

He doesn't miss a moment and moves to reap the benefits of life.
　At the same time, I will not neglect to be prepared to follow up at any time if Tart and Dia are in danger.
　Protected by the armor of invincibility, the demon who kept himself alone in the safe zone and kept killing people, for the first time, stands on the same field as us.
　Let him know. This isn't a slaughterhouse game, it's a killing contest.