The arrows of the elves rained down like rain, not something so raw.
　The arrows blessed by the spirit go straight ahead like bullets, piercing flesh without mercy. It's impossible to keep avoiding it, even with the outstanding reaction speed of the demon tribe, as it approaches from deep within the fog at super high speed.

　However, the elite of the demon race is no ordinary person.
　The demons, who must have evolved from slime, have changed their appearance to block the arrows.
　The creature that should have been humanoid a moment ago suddenly changed its shape to open its mouth, swallowing the flying arrows themselves and digesting them in the blink of an eye.

　The elves disappear their presence deep in the fog, but that doesn't stop the attacks from the demon race.
　There are those who sense the magic power and attack, those who sense the signs, or even those who attack because they have no idea what they are doing.

　Depending on the race, they may fly acid, needle-like body hair, or unleash powerful magic, making it difficult to deal with them.

　The elves respond to the demon race fighting as individuals by mercilessly waging a group battle.
　But even so, they were not able to push through and the battle lines were slowly hardening.

"Up to this point, it's been mostly as expected--

　Occasionally magical light roared sound and emitted a glow on the foggy battlefield. A rain of blood mingled with the white fog, and the battle became even more intense.
　Nacht spilled out words while looking precisely through the six eyes (Monitor Eyes) that monitored such a whole battlefield.

　Since the SS's top alchemist worked on it, the six floating eyes deliver to Nahat the highest level of secrecy and high quality images that do not care about fog.
　It has the unfortunate history of having been produced in an otherworldly café (the Outer Cafeteria), where it was given only to men, so that the chief of the perverts could take on the players, and even the game system, to perform a peek at them.



　If there was a possibility, it would only be some ultimate treasures (Ultimate Items).
　In that sense, that person was seriously planning to create an ultimate treasure (ultimate item) with his or her own hands.
　The motive is impure, but the works created are all wonderful, so it's troubling.
　Even now, this is how I can see everything on the battlefield from a distance.

'Mom....'

　Suddenly, Shtel's anxious voice reached my ears.
　Nacht took her little one on her lap and called out softly.

'What's wrong, Shtel?'

Dad, don't you want me to help...?

　Nacht shows a light smile at Shtel's anxious words.

'This is my dad's fight - he'll scold me if I get into any extra tea.

　Nacht spun his words as he thought of Aisha, who would be standing on the steepest battlefield of all.

'And you know what, Dad, you're strong. He's much, much stronger than we think he is.

　Aisha is strong in her small body, with great conviction, and further ahead of Nacht's thoughts.
　Nacht knows that better than anyone else.

''Shtel.......you don't have to fight.......?
　Scared, Shtel looked up at Nacht.
　Her small body was trembling slightly.
　No wonder, it's not an exaggeration to say that she was killed once by the demon race.

''Aisha, of course, and the elves are doing their best to protect Shtel. So don't look away from Shtel--everyone's fight is what Shtel is fighting for when they see their dad fighting so hard.
　Shaking his little body, Shtel still looked straight ahead.

''Ai, Shtel, I'm rooting for my dad!

Mm, let's just root for Dad together.

　Then Nacht stroked Shtel gently.
　In contrast to the awful and calm atmosphere--

Huh... so why did I get invited back, Lord--and to a place where I'm having so much fun?

　A terribly grumpy Levy spat venom at Nacht's back.

'Hmm. There you are, Levy.'

There you are!　It was you who called me, my Lord!

Well, I don't really have any use for you right now, but...

Then don't call me!　Oh, I have a feeling of déjà vu...
　Nacht tells a slack-jawed Levy, who complains.

'You're an insurance policy, Levy - most of all, it's up to them if they'll need it.







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　The main camp where Geilzak stood boldly was covered by a dense fog that was incomparably thicker than the rest of the place.
　On top of that, no sound could be heard, and the message from outside had only come once and not a second time.
　Whether they were engrossed in the battle, or whether they had already been killed, or whether it was difficult to penetrate due to the dense fog, the time was passing little by little while I was thinking about it.



　I looked at the chief of staff, but I didn't expect it to be quicksilver, or it seemed to be struggling to communicate with the outside world using various means.
　If they take a step out, it could be a trap.
　With such fears, it's difficult to move around.

(They're not the kind of guys to be easily defeated, but it's not fun to keep going.

　Besides, I don't think they will be able to hold out for so long around the frustrated djinn who are soundlessly beating down the gold bars.
　The wards that are supposed to give you an overwhelming advantage don't work for some reason, and on the contrary, we are trapped in them.
　The main camp, which is set up in high places because of its practicality of being able to see through the entire battlefield and the hobby of Gailzak, who is a warrior by nature, who twists down with force from the front, is also visible to the enemy, and therefore our position is easily communicated to them. I don't have to think about it if this is going to happen.

　Geilzak is not a fool.
　He just doesn't like to stand around in depth and thoughtfulness.
　And even now, it's getting tiresome to think.

　No matter how well he fights with his wits, he can twist and crush them with overwhelming force. That was Gailzak's true intentions.
　Crush a hundred measures with a mere fist.
　There was someone who embodied such a way of being. The figure of that person he had admired so long ago was also Gailzak's ideal.
　It seems as if the girl named Nacht overlaps somehow with that figure.

(The opponent is definitely good in the initial battle--but that's not the only thing--)

　It was at this point that Ghailzak made up his mind.
　He decided to make a major move in the war.

　A red, fierce demonic air rose up.
　The wildly rising air clung to a huge battle axe that lightly exceeded the height of a person.
　Its intimidation makes the air tremble as it beats the air in a soundless world.
　In such a mere instant - the fog around the area dissipates slightly as if fleeing.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

　The roar of the rippling roar shook the world.



　It clears slightly as the thick fog flees.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get a new job.

It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on them. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you want to do. Therefore, my chief of staff, Filneria, and his deputy, Jinn, will take command in two groups to dispatch the intruders.

Is that what you want?　The general is out of resources--

"Hahahahahaha--children!　You were worried about me a long time ago, but it's nothing to worry about.
　Sharp eyes looked at Jin.
　Those eyes were telling him that he would not object.

''Huh ... okay ... let's go, you idiot - that person won't die even if you kill him anyway.''
　Filnelia reluctantly, or so it seemed, shows her approval.
　It was a hard decision.
　The wards were not completely broken and there was no telling when they would be repaired and the sound would disappear.
　Right now, there was just a moment to spare.
　That's probably why Fernalia agreed to it.

"Yes, I agree!　I wanted to riot too, and it's just as well!

　As if to break through the thin mist, Jin and Filnelia run out.

　No matter what tricks the enemy uses, we can screw them over with more pure power.
　Gailzak, who remains in the main camp, silently looks at the battlefield behind the thick fog.

(The trump card has been cut--now, at least the front line's victory is unshakable.)

　Both of them have difficulties with their personalities, but their abilities are acknowledged by Gailzak.
　The Dream Demon Fernalia, who is an expert in physical and mental attack magic, and the Demon Djinn, who is unrivaled in his melee combat abilities, are no match for ordinary elves.

　If there is any possibility, it is only the one who put up these wards--

　-- and.

　Yes, thought Gailzak's brain cools rapidly.
　A thought I hadn't intended to use, but now it moves at high speed.

(The enemy has disrupted our command and attacked us -- probably not directly involved in the battle as long as they maintain such a high level of wards.)

　In fact, it could be said that the wards put up by the enemy were achieving no better results than large-scale attack magic.
　That's why Gailzak threw the two men, who were both commanders and powerful forces, into the front line.

　But clearly, everything so far has been at the other side's pace.
　That's why they were forced to throw their forces into the fight, it seems so.
　If the current situation is what the people who drew up this scenario most hoped for, then...

　Now that the two pieces had been moved, the place that was now as short-handed as Djinn had feared was the main camp with Gilesak. This place, shrouded in fog, could be said to be completely isolated at this very moment.

(Where is the warding surgeon--)

　Thinking and at the same time.
　Reflexively, the body was after moving.
　The battle axe, which seemed to be stained with blood, was swung backwards in a semi-circle.

　In that space that was covered by fog, even the air was distorted, and there was nothing - a high-pitched sound of metal clashing rang out.

''It's nice to finally meet you--''

　There was an elf there, carrying a white and silver dagger that cut through not just the fog, but even the air.

　He wore a robe that didn't call it light, but distorted even existence.

　He took the spirit of the wind in his body

　With the will of a blazing fire in his eyes.

　Sylphy wielded his blade.