Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

The invasion began at sunset.

From the shadows of the dark woods, the appearance of the little ghosts showing themselves as they sprang up.

In the dark, I could see red eyes that reflected a slight amount of light shimmering, the number of which was so convincingly innumerable that Rhona said she didn't know more than fifty.

On the other side of the pioneer's village, several fireworks are erected around the defensive fence to secure the lights, and the men of the village armed and waiting with axes and bows in their hands, ahead of the Zions.

The darkness of the night will not side with the demons, but with humans.

If the battle started, to some extent, Rhona was supposed to fly the lighting spell, but I wouldn't mind if she asked me if I could cover the entire battlefield.

Not least, what the men in the village use to arm themselves are not made on the assumption of combat: they are bows for hunting, hand axes for woodworking, axes for dusting.

Furthermore, the men of the village who deal with it, even if they have some power because of their youth, are not trained in combat, so to speak, they are amateurs.

Twelve of those amateurs and three Scions are all about the power of the interception side.

This force will protect more than forty women, children and the elderly.

This would already be a battle power difference that could be cut off as reasonable to discuss how to escape less damage than to consider combat.

But when I say run, there's no escape.

By their very nature, the pioneer villages are built in secluded areas.

Normally, it was normal for some soldiers to be placed for security, but since it was a newly built village, there was overlapping bad luck that the soldiers had not yet reached the point where they were dispatched.

It takes two days by carriage to reach the nearest city.

With a woman and child who can't fight, it's not exactly a distance to reach.

For example, even if some luck can be reached overlapping, surely the majority of the villagers will feed without being able to shake off the pursuit of the Goblins.

"Wow, run away."

Holding the borrowed long sword in his right hand and shoulder, he grabbed the axe he had found from the area and hung it in his left hand, and Lianya blurred with a nasty and distracted voice, back-to-back with the content of the words, grinning and other things in his mouth.

Neither tension nor urgency can be seen in the face, as opposed to the fact that almost all of the humans on the interception side, including the Scion and the others, look blue and strong.

"Is Lenya used to situations like this?

Theon's voice is stiff as he asks.

But Lianya's voice, which answers, was fuzzy, if you describe it.

"Hmm, I don't know. They erased some memories or something. But I don't think you can handle it.

"Les, Mr. Lenya, you kind of can afford it"

Tell Lorna, Lotus Ya denied it clearly.

"No, I can afford it. But I'm not going to die any worse."

I swallowed the words that went on because they were dead once.

You wouldn't understand if I told you both, and it just doesn't make sense to confuse them.

"Better than that, isn't it time to get into the bow range?

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"Mm... Anyone with a bow, start shooting!

Some of the villagers start shooting bows by decree of Zion, but the number is as low as four, and the arrows that fly flat also shoot through the goblins running at the head of a large group, whether they are arms forged in hunting, but that number has not completely deviated the level of water from the burning stone.

"I'll see you later if I have a life. I'll kill you. You can keep shooting the bow."

"Huh!?

He gave me a glimpse to Sion and Lorna, who raised their voice, and Lotus Yaya ran out of nowhere with her axe and long sword hanging all over her.

The overreckless assault raids raise voices from among the villagers, but Lianya runs fine.

The numbers are too different in the first place to escape the reckless two letters, wherever and how.

Then it is Lianya's idea to say that she will probably be as good at fighting as she thinks she is at fighting in the most powerful way possible, but that is why she is only a suicide volunteer, no matter who she may be, to think about jumping into the goblins herd by herself.

The Goblins' arming was either a crude wooden spear or a blurry blade, but each of the leading Goblins sets their sights on Lianya, who storms with spears.

The moment that the spear was about to be protruded by Lianya, who had stormed it.

Lianya's body was low, sliding through the ground, dodging a protruding spear blow.

Lotus Ya diving beneath him kicks down one of the goblins with that sliding and slashes his left and right goblin legs with a sword and axe before he gets up.

When dealing with large groups of people, it is a very difficult question to say how to outperform the leading ones, but if you dive there, spears are difficult to use in melee warfare.

Furthermore, if you are a large group, you will not be able to take up space to wield the spear, and you will have to let go of the spear, sword and axe, and prepare another weapon.

He crushes the goblin rolled with his legs cut off, stomping on it without standing up, and crushing the head of the goblin, who is about to let go of his mundane and spear and prepare another weapon, with an axe fortunately to hit it.

The convenience of beating up hard objects and the red and black liquid that blows up.

Lotus Yaya was confirming one fact as she bathed herself all over her body with a chunk that she wasn't sure what to splash.

"I like to fight."

I can't stop my mouth from laughing.

The eye is searching for the next target without checking to see what happened to the outcome of his attack.

Balls of white, shining light were launched in the sky.

Apparently, Lianya understands that Lorna exercised the magic of lighting.

Even the villagers indicated that the fighting had begun.

Originally, with just one assault, I don't even think as much as dew that the large crowd itself would stop.

A good number of sacrifices, too, were supposed to come out.

That's why Lianya kills.

One second faster, one more.

Play a little rust-laden sword cursorily protruded with a long sword and axe into the swimmed upper body.

The axe eaten up to half the blade is not easy to pull out, but it beats on another one, even if you don't mind keeping your deadly body hooked.

The goblins, who fell by being pushed or trying to escape, trample relentlessly.

That would be an arm, but a belly, but a head, but it doesn't matter, I would step on it and crush it.

Slap an axe into your screaming mouth and chop your hand for help with a long sword.

You don't want to fight back to the extent that you do, but you choose only attacks that are likely to hit you properly to play, exchange, and wave an axe in return.

The long sword broke on the way.

After the breakage, he switched the grip from one hand to the other and switched to an attack that was determined by the remnants of the blade remaining on the pattern side.

That also quickly got out of the blade itself, so I toss the remaining pattern into the inventory and shake the axe with both hands.

No matter how thick and sturdy the axe blade was, if you continue to be struck by the demonic body at the mercy of your strength, in time the blade will crumble and become useless.

The patterned part was not broken because it was originally made on the assumption that it would be cut into quite hard wood, but that was enough for Lianya.

From the start, I haven't thought about cutting it with an axe blade.

Only because there was no obstacle whatsoever in fulfilling the purpose, as long as you left me a stiffer part than the place to slap me.

No wooden shield, no blurry leather armor, no arms or weapons to prevent, has nothing to do with Lianya.

If you keep beating it with all your heart and with all your strength and in the mood to slap a chunk of iron, any of it will break or break and make no sense.

All you have to do is crush the meat part.

After a while, my leather armor, which accumulated scratches and torn everywhere, got in the way, so I took it off to remove it and throw it away appropriately.

In the corner of my head, I thought it was a gift from God for once, but soon I forget that such an idea is futile during battle.

All over the body, which has become defenseless, complains of slight pain, but such pain rather serves as an anchor that connects the mood that is likely to fall to the side of madness.

This is too much fun.

So much so that it seems like it would go crazy together.

It feels good to pass on the pattern and feel the shaking of the meat in your hands.

The sound of bone crushing is pleasant to my ears.

I want to continue to feel the raw warmth of blood bathing all over my body, looking for my next victim.

I enjoy how ugly the demon's face can be distorted into fear.

Interesting face crying for help.

You assume you can't get away with it, or at least you're loving that behavior that comes with a desperate face trying to get in with a blow.

I feel comfortable with the scratching of the blade on my body.

I can't wait to get my body numbed by the slapped shock.

What's next for you to make me feel?

What are you gonna show me next?

What will you flavor next?

Where I crushed the demon I don't know how many I'd see, the axe pattern broke without withstanding the boulders.

Give it to me. Stick the pointed broken part in the face of a nearby demon and let go of it at the end and the weapon.

At last, a demon arrives at Lotus Ya, who has finally lost his hand, just here, but Lotus Ya doesn't panic, and when he takes the wrist of his hand with the protruding weapon, he slaps his elbow from the outside and snaps it and snatches the weapon, slamming it on the head of another.

It is not even taken care of, and the rust-free weapon breaks only with that blow, but Lianya takes another weapon from another demon and butchers yet another.

"Not enough at all, you guys!

Lianya screams as she falls to the ground but threatens with her hands wide open as she steps on the head of the demon who was still breathing.

"Not enough at all! This is where you guys are supposed to kill! We have enemies here who should kill you guys! What's up!? Call me!

A goblin with a large body appears in front of Lianya, who shouted.

Its size does not take a hint from its height to Lianya.

Both the long sword in your hand and the chainmail you are wearing are substitutes that draw a line with the surrounding goblins, and at a glance you can see that the goblins are completely different from the rest of them.

I sensed that it would be the demon in front of me to say that the normal part of the corner of Lianya's head that still manages to remain is the commander that the Zions were saying before the battle.

"He's a goblin leader! We can't do this without weapons, run!

The voice I heard seemed to be heard from somewhere very far away.

Lotus Yaya ignores it, even though she thinks it's probably a warning around Sion.

Whether you have a weapon or not, the idea of escape to Lianya is no more hairy than it is the enemy in front of you there on the battlefield.

There is no decay in the speed of Lotus Yakiya stepping in, while her whole body is covered in scratches.

But the speed of the goblin leader, who waved a long sword to intercept it, was certainly out of step with that of the Goblins until then.

Still, Lianya thinks.

It's still too late, he said.

If you let go of the forward kick with your left foot at the speed you stepped in, you wouldn't have been kicked off because of a goblin leader in good shape on the boulder, but the movement stops for a moment.

Turning his kicked foot into a stepping stone, Lianya, meat-pressed by a goblin leader, slapped the patterned head of a long sword still wielding with her right palm.

In that blow, the sword fell out of the Goblin leader's hand.

Goblin leader's body is knocked down to the ground, even though he goes on to say that if he puts the momentum from his right shoulder to his body without killing it, the stature of both remains almost unchanged.

As he horsebacks over his body trying to get up, he quickly tightens his neck with both hands.

I don't take the raw way of saying suffocation, etc.

If the other goblins attack where the movement stops, it's not a hoard.

Therefore, with one breath, he presses his entire body into the ground with all the force in his hands, pressing and breaking the bones in his neck.

On the palm of his hand, without confirming that he can feel the dull feeling of a broken bone, when he leaves his body, he runs to the place where the long sword he used to play the flying goblin leader is rolling, limping it up and squeezing it.

The feeling I tried was that it was slightly heavy and the blade was made of thick meat.

I don't know where I procured it from, but Lianya thinks that the goblin leader, who probably doesn't know anything about swordsmanship, makes it quite sturdy because it's not broken even when he uses it at his disposal.

"Well, the weapon could have been procured again."

To the goblins surrounding him, Lianya turns a grin.

The faces of the goblins who saw it were hugely tight.

"Let's go on, shall we?

With a multitude of people surrounded but not defeated, and even the leader of the favor instantly killed, no more technique was left for the goblins to fight against Lianya.

Lianya walks over to the screaming goblins with ease, as if going for a walk.

It was the moment when the place name Battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse.