Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
398 They'Re Reinforcements.

Around Klinge, when Lian Mita began treading through the woods of her temper, she was beginning to look like a warrior.

The tentacle monster confirmed in the forest of Qi began to appear from the forest of Qi, and the work of exploring the forest of Qi was interrupted and the interception was full of hands.

If he did poorly, Klinge might have fallen without having to wait for Lotus Mita's return.

The attack of the tentacles' creatures was so intense.

"Fuck you! This is all that monster! When the demon king went down, which one of us called this in? Damn you!

A number of defensive positions had been constructed between Klinge and the Kanji Forest.

That was built by the soldiers under the Grand Duke's orders in piercing construction, but the soldiers who were forming in one of them are inadvertently spewing words of curse at the sight that spreads in front of them.

Not so long ago, the sight that was spreading there was a different one.

It's countless clumps of tentacles that are spit out of the woods as if the woods of temper were filled with it and the zero parts showed up.

The way they fill the ground and march shows enough difference to cut off the sanity of the soldiers and make them nauseous.

But the soldiers aren't silently waiting for a bunch of tentacles to approach either.

Soon the interception posture is taken, and the sorcerers deployed in the constructed position begin to exercise their magic, and they are shot out in a crowd of tentacles approaching the atmosphere with such magic as flames, ice, and thunderbolts.

Some of them are scattered as if they hit something like an invisible wall before they pierce a swarm of tentacles, and disappear without exerting any magical effect, but are not the tentacle side protections robust either, a considerable number of witchcraft broke through there, and the witchcraft's hit tentacles were burned, frozen, and blown apart.

But the advance of the tentacle herd will not stop.

It was unclear whether the concept of companionship lay with the tentacles, but the tentacles continued to advance through the wreckage of the tentacles, which had been destroyed by sorcery and stopped moving.

Fortunately for the soldiers on the Klinge side, the tentacles marched not so fast in the flat.

"Spread the oil! Light the fire! There's no point in hanging up properly!

"Back off slowly! Don't rush! They're slow!

It was clear to Klinge soldiers that the effect of the weapon attack was weak.

That is why they hold a barrel of oil rather than a weapon, and a pattern to scatter it, and the sorcerers set fire to the oil scattered.

The tentacles go into the flames that burn, but to some extent, they burn their surfaces, and the muscles beneath them deteriorate and shrink with heat, and when they twirl like boiled octopuses, they can't move their tentacles round, eventually burning and turning into charcoal.

But another tentacle crawls over the charcoal.

The soldiers, who were carrying out the interception of the tentacles in the constructed position, abandoned their position against a herd as if without signs of pulling, slowly retreating but unchangeably continuing the interception by fire.

"You still don't give up on these guys!

"Don't rush and sprinkle the oil! Spread as much as you need! It's not like we're endless!

"To some extent, poke and kill him with a spear! Don't be frightened! There's a Klinge behind us!

Soldiers handle the swarmed tentacles as they speak to each other.

But the position was slowly falling back, and the distance to the city of Klinge was packed gradually as time passed.

"There's no more!

"If you don't have any later, stay put! Get ready!

If we fall any further, there is little distance to Klinge, and at points like this, the soldiers stop their feet and throw down empty barrels and patterns.

Fire is still on fire in front of me, but a gust of wind ran between the soldiers who stopped their legs and pulled out their weapons against a crowd of tentacles approaching them as they stepped over there.

In that breeze like a gust, the soldiers who turned their eyes to something will see several muscles of silver light running in a burning fire.

"I was in a strange place when it was strange."

Seeing the remains of a tentacle that was torn and torn apart, roasted by fire and burned black, the person who did it gently waved the knife in his hand and swung away the fluids of the tentacles on which he had become obsessed.

Did the tentacles recognize the sudden appearance of the figure as the enemy? Whenever a significant number of tentacles strike the figure, but the silver light of momentum flashes like tearing apart every fire, those tentacles turn into mere pieces of flesh and fall to the ground.

"Demon King, come with God. Now you're a bunch of unidentified tentacles? There will be enough for the cod. Who created this world? I'll scold you, so come out."

A shadow of a person complaining about bumps is illuminated by a burning fire.

A voice rose out of the soldier when he saw the wind stirring his black-colored hair up with fire.

"My Lord Count Knugi!?

"I know it's similar, but it's not. He's young and grey, but you don't think I have any grey hair?

Among those who knew about Count Knugi the other day, it was supposed to be silver hair mixed in the Count's hair, but the shadow, saying so in some derisive tone, lets him pick a little with his free left hand his unmixed black hair.

"Are you kidding me, brother of living apart!?

"No, if you're the Demon King, there's also the possibility of being separated!

"What happened to our lord who could exist at the same time at another point in the same dimension?!?

"You guys... why are you throwing away the possibility of someone else from the start?

The person staring half-eyed and twitching at the unexpected voices of one after the other, cuts and discards the tentacles that were closing in without turning a gaze, with a wave of a badly unwrought knife.

"I may be two melons to your lord, but I'm a man named Karen. Not the Count."

I couldn't bear to be identified with the Count any more, and the shadow he so named in a grumpy manner was a man who looked just like Lianya, no matter where he came from.

There was no reason for the soldiers to know that it was Lotus Ya brought from a different world than Lotus Ya, but there is cheer among the soldiers for the emergence of Karen, who is so similar that he has no idea what is different than the color of his hair from Lotus Ya, who boasts an overwhelming power.

"Here comes someone who looks like an Earl!

"Are you on my side!? Is someone like the Count on our side?!?

"Wow, man, you look like an Earl! It's amazing how you can cut off tentacles like that!

"Thank you, seemingly!

Karen's eyes bring sword-soaking light when she is described as someone who looks like an earl, even though she should have properly named her.

The thought of abandoning the soldiers and walking them away from the scene may have turned my head, but Karen held back her frustrating feelings a long time ago, not knowing what the hell she had shown up on this scene for if she did that, but some Lian Ya-like person just passed by.

"Call me Karen, with Karen! I'm not your Count!

"So you look like that countess."

You know what I'm talking about.

A soldier who was nearby against Karen who summoned him calls out.

I'm Karen, who wonders if maybe she's messing with me, but if it extends to such an act based on an understanding of the current situation, I'm frightened of how fat the soldiers here are.

"It's Karen. So, what?

"Are you sure you want to help us?

"It's Karen! I'm getting full of wanting to abandon you, but I can't hide myself in the woods forever, so I came out here wanting to do one thing to sell thanks to Lianya."

Karen watched somewhat from a distance the Battle of Lotus Mita at Demon King Castle.

If the result was a victory on the part of the Demon King, there was no problem in showing up because he was also cooperating with the Demon King, but the result has ended in the victory of Lotus Mita.

Then as Karen, who was on the Demon King's side, he would lose his place, and if he showed up poorly, he would be treated as a great sinner bowed to the world.

But to some extent, Lotus Mita should also know the circumstances, so Karen decided to join the Klinge soldiers under the intention that if she did one thing here that would benefit Lotus Mita, at least she would no longer be chased around as a sinner.

"I feel a little sorry for myself, but I survived, so I need to figure out how to shake myself. I have the courage to do my duty to the Count's mercy."

"I mean, seemingly people are on our side"

"Do you really want to be abandoned!? I'm gonna chop you up and feed you tentacles, you guys!?

It's Karen, whose voice is absurd, but whose hands continue to carve the tentacles that come exactly closer.

But the knife that is in his hand is not what Lianya possesses.

If we continue to cut the tentacles, which are a bunch of hard and powerful muscles, little by little, the cleavage becomes dull, and eventually the fullness becomes unbearable and breaks.

A soldier who was just around the corner offered him a replacement weapon, but when Karen waved a broken knife without even attempting to receive it, his torn torso returned to its original appearance in an instant and tore another chunk of tentacles in two.

"You're strong, Countess!

"It's Car Lane! Can't you understand I'm saying it's not!? Or like on purpose!? You keep saying that on purpose!?

Flashing his sword, he cleaves his tentacles, and when Karen points his left palm, several fire bullets are thrown out of it, burning together his cut or yet uncut tentacles.

I didn't have time to breathe, and now some thunderbolts pierced the tentacles that came stepping over the body of my burned companion, and the tentacles burned by the current were bulging on the spot, but eventually I stopped moving and got caught in the surrounding fire and burned.

"Fuck you. I don't care what your name is. We need to push this situation back first. Follow me in the mood, soldiers!

"Leave it to me, you earl! I'm counting on it!

"Karen...... no, that's enough, you gave up. You'll have trouble expecting too much. You're not as insane as the Count."

When it comes to the technology of handling swords, Karen wasn't going to take a pull on Lianya, but she also understands that when it comes to the performance of the knife and the total amount of magic power she has, it's not comparable to Lianya.

That's why it was a warning, but the soldiers around me would raise their voices and raise the weapons that they had in their hands all the time that they didn't mind that.

"Lord Karen is on my side! Hands in the air! Guys! Push back the tentacles!

"Calle...... hey, is that it now? Aren't you feeling too good? Who educated these guys? Is that him?"

Unlike the exuberant surroundings, Karen, who had dropped only one shoulder, re-grips the knife to regain her mind and cuts into a herd of tentacles that are still there.

If the soldiers of the morale Klinge from behind dared to storm each weapon into their hands just because they couldn't leave Karen alone, the swarm of tentacles that was approaching as close to the city slowly began to be pushed back into the grumpy woods as if they had been tempered by the momentum.