Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
184 Klinge Defense, Part Two, Apparently.

The army of the demons who attacked Klinge that day was an army organized in a configuration dominated by orcs.

This demon, who is physically fit and powerful compared to goblins, is an even worse diet than goblins, even more fertile than goblins, and even more intelligent than goblins.

A demon with so much more out of hand is attacking Aaron and Wyburn on their backs.

Furthermore to such an army, this time the devil side has also put in the main waist. There were four devil tribes mixed in the army.

If there is only one person, and there are even a few demons who burn their hands considerably, it is impossible to gauge how much that power will be.

It was the Principality of Triden's army that recklessly penetrated from the front into an army with its incalculable power.

Besides, the power ratio, just in numbers, is one-twentieth of the army in Flau's research.

There's no way there's a clump.

There were some soldiers who would stick their swords against their enemies to show some samurai possession, but there were only a small number of such people, to the extent that the damage inflicted could not even be called abrasion from the whole.

Though most soldiers set up their weapons, they are kicked down by Aaron in a counter mood, thrust down by a spear with an oak, and instantly transformed into a bloody piece of flesh, torn by Wyburn's keynails and oak swords.

The flesh pieces were also bitten to their stomachs by the tough jaws of Wyburn, Aaron, and Oak.

Later all that remains is a fragment of the blood-coated bearded armor or a blade of a broken sword.

I could say a screaming scream, a brilliant predatory play that doesn't even give me time to raise my anger.

"What was that, these guys?"

Another Demon man on Aaron's back laughed as he kicked the iron helmet rolling on the ground to the Aaron he was riding, even wondering.

"Well. I thought you were a suicide volunteer.

"Even fewer soldiers are wasted, etc. Isn't that city commander stupid?

To the words of another demonic man, a demonic woman, who was at the rear of the line, tells him to flaunt his face.

"Don't be alarmed. There's a possibility of some kind of ruse."

"A ploy to feed the lives of such a large number of soldiers? That's another massive measure. He who thinks about it is a waste of time to keep it human."

"You must be. If there's any way we can get a sore eye, he's the one who thinks one way or the other."

A demonic woman who doesn't even try to hide her slightly grumpy face from the demonic men who laugh all together.

In front of them, the demons who literally flattened the Duchy of Triden stopped their feet in an attempt to kill them to the next prey, the city.

Not only the orcs, but also Aaron and Wyburn, turned their astonished gaze to Klinge for stopping their moving legs.

The wall covering the city of Klinge at the end of their gaze was so covered with green crawl that they could not see the stone skin, but part of it was shaping a single cocoon-like mass, wondering if it was as if it were an animal tentacle rather than a plant.

For whatever reason, its cocoon slowly opens as it gathers countless gazes into one of its bodies.

Rising from the cocoon of an open crawl is a young woman who boasts a slender length.

It is the black apron dress that naturally flushes flax colored hair all the way around the waist and wraps an even body.

Doing enough to even see the orcs who couldn't possibly know about courtesy and such, the woman, who gracefully gave her a toast, began to speak with a voice that would go so far as to reach the entire battlefield, even though she was not so loud.

"I warn you. This is Klinge, a city with the castle of Count Knugi, which was allowed to rule the land by the Duchy of Triden. This city does not tolerate the presence of the harmful, if any. Accept this warning and if you want to pull it, you won't chase it, but if you don't, be prepared."

To the calm woman's voice, the demons looked at the woman for a while with a poisoned look, but eventually pointed to the woman, distorted her lips and began to grin at her face and curse her mouth.

"Stupid! Fools are gonna fuck you up!

"If you pull it, you're gonna miss it? Can't you see the reality?

"Get ready! Oh, I'm scared. I'm scared!

"From that outfit, I'm guessing the lord's dog in this city."

A demonic woman takes the spear that the orc was clenching right around the corner by force.

It was too late to let go, and the oak lifted from spear to spear screamed and blew away as the Demonic woman waved the spear.

"In the afterlife, I've been learning from the way you talk!

One swinging spear spins in the air, and the woman of the demon clan who has held it back throws it immediately.

The spear Orc had was originally not for throwing.

Length, weight, center of gravity of the spear, etc. are not taken into consideration. If a person throws it, it is a substitute that does not produce much power or flight distance. It makes a windswell sound when the demonic woman leaves her hand and thrusts through the chest of the woman in the apron dress in a straight line.

Without any defense, it was undoubtedly momentum enough to implant not only cutting-edge, but even halfway through the spear into the woman's body.

Everyone watching the sight pictured a woman dyeing Zhu with a spear pattern growing from her chest.

Except for some, though.

"It's a really spilled response. It's easy to understand and quick on top."

The tip of the spear had been stopped perfectly as if it had pierced something quite far from the chest of a woman in an apron dress.

The pattern of the spear is trembling violently as if to indicate a piercing momentum, but its tips do not move forward a bit from there.

As the faces of the demons are stunned, the woman in the apron dress finally puts her index finger on the tip of a spear that is perfectly stopped in the air.

With all that action, the spear collapses and disappears as if it had gone through hundreds of years at a time.

"I'd like to give it back, but this is all I have"

From the pocket of the apron, what the woman took out was a butter knife without even a blade on it.

It's not even a weapon.

That doesn't pose any threat where it's directed at people. The woman waves it as if she sets up a throwing knife when she waves it lightly.

The butter knife released from his hand, which was waved down as it was, became a flash of a strip by flying in at a speed that was outside the demons' imagination.

The devils understood that they had been thrown for themselves, but the distance between the women and the devils was quite far apart.

It's the distance it arrived because you threw a heavy spear with the Devil's Arm.

A butter knife that weighed less could not have arrived because it had been thrown with human arm power, but the flashing butter knife burst through the skull to the brow of one of the demons, alarmed that it would not have arrived, causing the cuttoe to pop out of the back of his head.

"Huh?"

The demonic man, who had exposed the piercing hole between the eyebrows to the back of his head and both eyeballs popped up whether it was for the shock when he stabbed him, sounded like that was the last word when he raised a badly missed voice, falling from his back to the earth without force.

It felt like I said it was late, and there was a zero drop of liquid of something that was not just blood and blood from a hole in my eyebrow.

The three demons left to understand that they had been put to despair needed a few seconds.

Furthermore, it takes more than a dozen seconds to acknowledge the reality that it was caused by tools of poor metal that could not normally be pierced by butter knives or the like.

"Such an idiot..."

"Now, where we literally cross blades with each other, let's go to war, gentlemen."

A woman in an apron dress with her hands on her chest and a token of gratitude.

"Reflect on ignoring the warning. Regret turning this Klinge against your enemies. And I commanded you, my Lord, to lay your hands on the city of Lenya-Knugi, and so forth, perhaps His Majesty the Demon King, but curse His Majesty."

Let the colour of anger seep through its eyes freezing what it sees, even as it honors a smile on its mouth.

Apron dress woman tells in smooth tone.

"You will know today how merciful death, which ends in an instant, is to life. How sweet death is. And you'll understand how wonderful it is to say that it can be given even if it's not rare."

"Say what..."

The words of a woman who tells her to sing in good spirits.

The demonic woman, who put her doubts in her mouth without understanding its contents, blues her face when she notices that the fingers of the demonic man, who had fallen after being worn between her eyebrows earlier, have moved perfectly.

"Ma, sa..."

A man who was supposed to have been desperate screamed in front of a demonic woman trying to deny the words that came to her mind that it couldn't be.

"Yes, yes, yes!? hey, why!? Why am I not shining!? Even though I have a knife stuck in my head!? He's been here so long! How come I'm not dead!?

"Oh no... it should be fatal..."

"Kill me... Kill me. Yes! I can't stand being like this. Whoa!

The other three stare with their eyes open at the man rolling around, holding down with their hands a bright hole between their eyebrows.

From the hole that remains open, every time a man rolls, blood and all sorts of things are zeroed off, but there is never a way for a man to die.

With the shock of rolling, did the eyeballs that were popping up fall out of a thousand pieces, just a red and black cavity, a demonic man who suffers as he bleeds like a tear from both eyes.

Without knowing what the hell was going on in front of them, the demons turned their eyes toward the woman in the apron dress and noticed the entire Klinge barrier emitting a blushing, red light behind her.

If someone in the army of the demons had flown directly over Klinge, he would have seen Klinge streets edged with red phosphorescence painting various drawings with dizzying and repeated brightness.

"There are three sorceries made up using Klinge's urban-class sorcery team"

Three fingers up, says the woman in the apron dress.

"The first is the juncture. Boundaries to cover the entire battlefield and make it strong enough not to let anyone escape, and not to leak the inner environment outside."

One woman's finger is broken.

"The second is to maintain. Magic Name < Temporary First Immortality (Temporary Immortal) >. There is no death in this union. Whatever happens, your soul is bound to your flesh."

Another finger is broken.

"The third is in tune. The magic I created in the basement of the master's castle and to make the interior of this union the same environment."

The last finger is broken and the woman's hand clenches her fist.

"Well, what the hell did I do?

The woman who opened her clenched fist and showed her hands together once in front of Pong and her chest and then kept them open asks as she tilts her neck, but nothing with an answer to the question exists on the spot.

She was a woman who had been waiting for someone to answer her while in that posture, but when she knew the answer was not heard from anywhere, she sighed as she returned to her original upright state.

"Time is up. Let us punish you."

A number of sorcery formations appear abruptly on the surface of the wall that was emitting red phosphorescence.

"A magic attack!

Demons who unleash defensive magic.

Regardless of such behavior, when the woman in the apron dress waved her finger a little, the appearing sorcery threw out countless light bullets.

They didn't seem to have been so much of a force, they were those that were fogged or bounced off when they touched the magic of the defense put up by the Demons, but the orcs, who don't have all sorts of countermeasures against magic, don't have the means to prevent it.

Confusion rises from among the orcs as the body of the directly struck oak flies a thousand times, scattering flesh and blood.

Obviously dead and not strangely wounded orcs are screaming without dying to reveal their wounds.

"Pain, pain, sadness and resentment. Negative emotions like that can be easily used as magic."

A woman in an apron dress sees orcs rolling around with her cheeks slightly blushed and her intestines scattered with a lucid gaze, and those who are limbbed by light bullets and howling like potatoes, as well as orcs who are still intact but warping their faces in terror and running their eyes everywhere wondering if there is any escape.

"The environment seems to be in good tune, and Puchiyog is thrilled downstairs"

"What the hell..."

"You don't have to know anything else. Well, then, welcome, ladies and gentlemen, but may I say that?

The woman in the apron dress gratefully graces the skirt of the dress with an elegant drape on the hem.

The behavior is only perfect and beautiful.

"Welcome, everyone. to my bait yard. Welcome to one of the Klinge Defense Organisations, the Simple Hellfire. Come on, dance, gentlemen. Until the soul of that body is exhausted. It's okay, we have plenty of time. Anyway, if you want to die, you can't die. You can't die trying!

Turn the smile that was on your mouth into a laugh.

Exactly now, a predatory play was about to begin that reversed the offense.