The [Silent Killing Performance (Silent Killing)] can't be used on Mea right now, who has taken even a little damage. It's reckless with her forced to breathe roughly. It's impossible to accurately match physical information with Rare.
　Rhea passes her magic power through the AWR and builds up her magic as usual.
　The sweat pooling on her back was never from moving around. Rhea had intuitively sensed that. It was scary - for the first time, it seemed that way because it was different from any of the demons he had seen.
　It was not a new discovery. Rather, she didn't know such a monster. She had no idea what to do, and that in itself was terrifying.

　So now the voice in her mind suddenly trembles.

(Is it a demon?)

　Unlike Leah, Mea's speed had slowed down a notch. Even though she said she was fine, the cost was definitely slowing her legs down. Unlike adults, the two slender legs, which were worthy of being called girls, were too frail to continue fighting on the battlefield.
　Shaking her head to forcefully dispel her fears, Rhea makes eye contact with Mea.
　It seems Mea's AWR is ready to go, too.
　Rhea hurries back to Mea's vicinity, buying time by killing a few bodies for Mea.

　The two kick the wall as they cross, rapidly closing the distance between them.
　They passed each other in the air as they thrust their AWRs out and crossed each other.
　As they did so, the machetes met, stacking their blades and crossing each other.
　In an instant from the tip, the blade, formed by magic power, extended nearly ten meters through the demons. The shape is a bit distorted to be called curved. It was an odd shape that reminded me of an insect scissors.
　The blade formed by magic power is different from a simple magic sword.
　It was a clear form of magic.


　Then, grasping the hilt firmly, the two of them stacked the machete-shaped AWR blade on top of each other. A single point of faint light lit up the keystone of the formed blade. It was the fulcrum of the scissors and the two crossed and closed the scissors in a way that they passed each other.

''[Physical Separation, Pais Scissors]'

　As the two AWRs that served as scissors closed vigorously, the large male demons in front of them, which were up to thirty in number, were all cut into pieces at once.

　Looking ahead to an open field of vision, Rhea had an easy relief without even thinking deeply that this would be enough to escape. When you can't win, run away. This is a manual that can be called an ironclad rule. Ignoring the military's restrictions, the choice to escape is a very natural choice for Rhea and Mair.
　Without willpower or pride, the two of them have cultivated the art of holding on to life in the field.

　The pieces of flesh that fall in a botanical garden didn't give the two of them a response-like response. There was no feel of the magic core.
　It was only a reminder that there was no way to strike.

(It's right to kill the front, not the back.)

　Leah and Mea were able to neutralize the demon with the halper in one go, which had the potential to reach the two of them.
　There were nearly thirty demons in front of them, but the demons behind them were an unknown number of demons to the two of them. It wasn't a half-thought that they had decided to go forward rather than backward to secure an escape route, but it should have been a good result.

　Glancing back at the scene behind him, Rhea's vision was still an unfamiliar demon.
　It was the split body of a large man. However, the expression of the mask he was wearing was different from the one before.
　There was an unfamiliar masked big man in front of me as well.
　The expression of pitying and belittling this one is hard to read, unlike the previous one. That demon was holding a spear that looked unwieldy within this passage. Right now, though, it's in two halves.

　The big man who had taken a blow to Mea was a size larger than before, and he was dragging a mallet.

　They were all individuals created by the split.
　But Rhea's vigilance is directed at one of them further behind it.
　There was no longer any expression on the sloppy mask. There is not even a clear hole like an air hole above all, just an unevenness that looks like a mask with eyes, nose and mouth.

　The demon, unlike the big man, has a strangled body shape. And in his hand, he has two small knives in his hand.
　Mea must have noticed it too, which is why she matched her magic forward.

　Without hesitation, the two of them put all their strength into a step forward. Nearly thirty demons whose flesh had been cut into pieces - their pieces of flesh were falling in bots. Executed from judging the situation in such a split second. There was no margin for error before the two of them agreed on their intentions and started moving at the same time.

''--!

　But they were unable to take the second step. The escape route was secured and they used their vaunted speed to escape.
　They didn't kick the ground with their bent feet, but rather stepped on the opposite side and stayed there. In front of the girls, a demon with a mask like a Noh mask had already come around there.
　It sliced and diced the big man's demon thirty at a time, cutting off his body. The person standing here, even if he or she is a monster, could not possibly exist. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more information on this.

''I couldn't see it.''
Lie, right?

　Even with their kinetic vision and keen senses, accustomed to the high-speed world, the two of them couldn't even notice it until they saw it visually.
　The demon dexterously spun the knife that could fit in his hand and held it backhandedly. In the meantime, the demons I had just cut up stood up one by one. Even if they were to repair or regenerate, they were fast.

　And..........

''It's new again.''
Not a good idea.

　This revealed that the weapons are determined by the types of masks.
　For example, swords that are used with both hands, such as a large sword, are called "joy".
　For example, swords to be used with both hands, such as a large sword, are called "Joy," and swords to be used with a hammer or a hammer to handle large objects are called "Fury.
　The daggers which are easy to handle, such as a halberd, are "Sad".
　Swords and other single-edged objects that can be handled with one hand are "easy"
　This was the first basic form that emerged in this area.
　But now there were several masks that were different from it.

　The new mask that emerged was a mask with fangs like a demon. It was covered from the elbows to the end with blunt gauntlets.
　And an expressionless mask like a Noh mask.
　The bizarre standing figure had a strange, imposing atmosphere. There was no magical fear, but rather a reminder of the difference in strength as a pure martial art.

　Although he retreated, he knew there was no way to escape behind him.

''There's no sign of them either.
Maybe he's trying to do the same thing.

　The disguise of information is a characteristic of the [Silent Killing Performance (Silent Killing)]. The reason I felt that I was imitating it was simply because I couldn't detect it.
　That's why Mea doesn't intend to refute Rhea's denial of 'No, it's different.



　There is a magic power value as a criterion to measure the threat level of a demon. But if you can't feel it, it may have been unnecessary for a spring-loaded body. Generally speaking, demons have a hard outer skin or outer shell. However, there was nothing at all that seemed to respond to the cutting, and that was exactly what it was like to tear the flesh of a beast.

　If you want a flexible body, hard outer skin is just a hindrance.

　Slashing demons is good, but this is a tussle. The number of demons is more than a hundred, and they have been raising their muscular bodies one after another.

　The aisle is filled with the monsters to the very back of the room.

　And without warning, he swung his deadly blade at Rhea and Mare.
　The first one to pounce on them was a large man wearing a demon mask. Compared to the other individuals, the muscles of his limbs were thicker, and he floated an odd muscle that was different from that of a human.
　His one-legged strength is indeed fast.

　With gung-ho and momentary speed, the giant man filled their vision and swung his fist down to where Rhea was. It seemed to hit the ground, and in fact, the arm blew the ground away in a semi-circular trajectory.

　After gouging it out, the fist's trajectory itself left a trail that looked like it had been scooped deep into the ground.

　The two jumped back as quickly as they could and fled in a direction that was as if they were repulsive to each other. Leah was searching for a plan to escape, even if only slightly in the meantime. There is still room for that much.
　But as for Mea........

　She too, at first glance, doesn't seem to have any particular hindrance, but there is also a concern that only interrupts Rhea's thoughts.
　Their strength lies in their method of moving from one to the next with no time lag. It's something that allows them to scatter direction by kicking in the sky and running at all angles. They don't need an assistant run, they can change direction at will without slowing down at all.

　However, the current mare showed a slight delay that shouldn't have occurred.

　It was inevitable that it would be all they could do to avoid the attacks that came at them one after another.
　Leah felt a large shadow descend from above her head just before the wall she had planned to land on - just before the landing point. The mallet, which destroys every inch of the body with a single strike, approaches Rare's head at the perfect time.

''--!

　He opens his eyes to the limit, but he can barely catch Otsuchi at the edge of his vision. Instead of that, Rhea twisted her body and did her best to change direction.
　A plea to explore such a foothold, anywhere, ran through his brain.
　He veered slightly off course and steered forward at an angle. Leah wasn't sure she could avoid it until the last minute. So when he felt the soles of his shoes for a new foothold to slow down further at the destination of the change of direction, he finally felt the cold sweat recede.

(He'd totally read me!)

　The mallet struck the ground instead of the rare, and underneath it the corpse of the big man was crushed. The big man's demons ended up fighting individually, the first four of them would have been a poorly executed tactical battle of changing places.
　But now there is a swarm of demons that can fill up this wide corridor. They are so dense that it's impossible to even get enough space to maneuver their weapons.

　Underneath the mallet, a large man with his lower body crushed is struggling and sticking his finger on the ground.

　Leah isn't all relieved either. The situation has not improved in any way.
　The attacks of the big man coming at you all at once aren't magic, but they have more than enough killing power to kill a human.

　So, even though they knew it was futile, both Rhea and Mea had no choice but to swing their machete-type AWRs at the demon. There will be more, it will be a folly that will become a reality and strangle itself, but there was no way to hold on to the lives that were about to be cut off only by doing so.

　For ten seconds, twenty seconds, or even a minute, the big man splits apart and revives as if nothing happened.
　But that small amount of time, that little amount of time, adds up to the time it takes to hold on to life.

　I know I'm jittery. But there was no way to reduce, even temporarily, the countless attacks that were coming.

　They didn't think of their companions as friends, as if the big men's attacks were directed only at Rhea and Mea, with no consideration for the split bodies at all. In essence, they felt nothing about slashing the other big man's demons, as if they were just a trivial matter and didn't have any teeth.

　Right now, the two of them were just running away from the countless blades that were coming at them. It's not even clear which of the swords that are thrust out of the Halpern is the one that was released from which individual.
　If I say so, it was like a looming sword mountain.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way out of this.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. The sound of breathing is louder than the sound of Rhea's, soaking her forehead and making a loud breathing sound at one point, as if she is becoming overwhelmed.

　The two men continued their evasive behavior like a needle through a hole. In this one compartment filled with big men, they always had to pass by the blade.

(Where, where is it!)　

　They kept moving at high speed, and five minutes had already passed. In the meantime, Rhea had been searching for an escape route the entire time. If an opening arose for a moment or even a second, he would signal to Mea, and the calculation was to escape at once. If we defeat a few of them somewhere, we can open an escape route.

　I had such faint hopes, but right now Rhea is on the contrary driven by an impatience similar to irritation.

　Since a while ago, he's been killing some of them by sharpening his senses. It's not that he's killing randomly, either, he was selecting individuals to kill for that reason, securing the keystone escape route.

　But five times already. That attempt has ended in failure. When you kill two of them in order to cut through the tip, there will always be a spear in the air. It would also be forced to take a distance to avoid it. Because of that, the tip that was cut open would be closed off.

　Two steps forward, and then they're brought back to the beginning. That feeling was confirmed when Mea came back next to her, too.
　She, like Rhea, had probably found a way out somewhere and was searching for it herself again. Mea, breathing on her shoulder, was pushing back the cramp in her leg.

(Once again!　(Some things I've found out)

　What I found out after running away for a few minutes, there is a harvest to be had. But already such facts are meaningless. Such as the fact that demons don't divide to the extent that they kill demons. It didn't matter when the number of them increased to this point.........it was over when things got out of hand.

　The number of blades looming in front of Leah and Mair's eyes exceeded twenty at once, and one after another, without giving them even a moment to breathe, the blades attacked them.
　The majority of the attacks involved other individuals to the point where the two of them didn't even need to directly touch them. Because of this, a strange odor was prevalent in this place.

　Leah was also approaching the limit of the quicksilver to continue to maintain this speed. However, he couldn't stop his feet even for a second now. If he did so, he would immediately be skewered all over his body and minced by the violent blade.

　No longer is Rhea following her survival instincts and continuing to run away as fast as she can.
　The spectacle of these demons, which are almost like puppets, swarming around and seemingly torture the guilty to death, distorts Rea's expression. The feeling of someone being driven away can only be summed up in one word: horrible. Scary, I have to run, I have to escape, I have to escape, such a sense of impatience gradually fills my heart.

(Ha!　There--

　A faint glimmer of light. A momentary pathway born in the gap between the herd.
　The demons are beginning to be biased, albeit slightly. Thanks to that, the destination of the gaze I passed through leads to a faint hope. It's the only way to escape from death. I reach out my hand to cling to it and let the head of the demon in front of me fly away.

　To keep that pathway from being erased, the obstacle must be killed, killed, and kept secured or we will lose sight of it.

''Huh...?''

　Just as he kills the demon and pushes forward on the path to escape. The blade of a knife dives into Leah's shoulder with a zap. The blade was short, about the size of a palm. However, the entire blade is now buried in Rare's shoulder.
　Sharp, not sharp. On the contrary, except for the sharp tip, the surface is as rough as a file.

　From a large hand, that blade was like a toy. But it certainly ripped into Rhea's flesh, parting and reaching to the bone.

　In an instant, Rhea understands everything.

''You! He shouted angrily. His hand reached out through the slightest gap to hide in the demon's body. And a mask like a Noh mask glimpsed out.

''Aaaaah........!

　A crude knife blade gouged through the flesh to open the wound with a grizzly. A fierce pain, like a file on a nerve, filled Rea's brain.