137 Duoberis Church
Astride Lindblum and rush to the orphanage. Reinforce Lindblum's physical abilities with circulating alchemy. Reduce air resistance with wind magic and shield to further accelerate.
Amidst the blaring alarm, what caught my eye was a group of people wearing hoods all in black. 4 people in total. Those who were exchanging swords with them were the knights and soldiers who were guarding the surrounding area.
The thieves have uniquely shaped weapons such as shotels. If he were a thief, he probably wouldn't have that weapon. There seems to be no doubt that he is a believer of Duoberis.
An attack on an orphanage...I had expected it, but when it actually happens, it's the most infuriating thing. For Duoberis, women and children are said to be more valuable as sacrifices. Just kidding.
Judging by the fact that they are fighting at the gate, are they trying to retreat in response to unforeseen circumstances, or are they trying to hold back?
The soldiers seemed to be responding well, perhaps because they had been given Shotel's information in advance. It would be best to make a surprise attack and take control all at once.
"Lindblum. One person please."
I said and jumped off his back. Followed by Ouroboros and Lindblum, who roar with joy, it swoops down through the wind. Megoto, the black man who was about to attack him with his shortel, landed on his shoulder and crushed him. I used ouroboros to mow down the side of the other person who was standing next to him.
The screams of the believers echoed from overhead. They passed each other and were kidnapped by Lindblum. Lindblum accelerates and flies towards the building, throwing the man against the wall and then skyrocketing up.
"W-what!?"
Both the soldiers and the believers looked at me with wide eyes, unable to understand what had happened.
“I came to help.”
After giving a short message, he began to dress even more in black.
"Thank you for your help!"
"Damn! What's going on!"
Attack the confused believers with Ouroboros.
Immediately, he caught the believer with his shotel and held him down, then activated wind magic from the magic circle he had hidden in his left hand and hoisted him up into the sky.
Lindblum flies there. He was helplessly bitten off by the arm that held the weapon, and was thrown away with great force as he let out a scream of agony. I think Lindblum fits in quite well as well.
I thought I would take control of the remaining one at once, but...I heard the sound of glass breaking and screams coming from around the second floor of the orphanage. ...Do you still have friends?
"I'll go help you over there."
After looking at him for a moment, the knight nodded. It seems like you should leave it to me. He flies towards the second floor window and rolls into the room.
I jump out of the empty room and exit into the hallway. Sandra runs down the hallway with a crying little girl in her arms, and Bred holds her broom as her weapon. Two believers chase after him.
I understand the situation. It's like when you go to rescue a child who was too late to escape, thieves step in and start running away.
"Come here!"
daringly shouts and charges in order to get attention. The believers turned around, one ran towards Sandra and the others, and the other turned towards me. Are you trying to stop me? Or is it okay if the other person is me as long as it's a child? When we met his eyes, he seemed to be smiling under his mask.
"It's annoying"
I'm sorry, but I won't take any precautions.
They started worshiping demons in order to fight against the tyranny. Let's understand that. However, considering the background of the establishment of the Duoberis Church, there is no reason for them to interfere with the Verdgar Kingdom. Let alone aiming for a place like this. I feel like I'm going to vomit.
Activate magic while closing the distance towards the man. 5th class water magic acid fog. The man was enveloped in a highly acidic mist and clutched his face, screaming and writhing around.
Was it the eyes or the throat that were burned by the acid? Not that he knew. Breaking through the acid mist that he created himself while wearing a barrier created by wind magic. As we passed each other, I stepped on the mouth of the man who was rolling on the floor and quieted him down. There is only one person left.
At the end of the hallway is a dead end. Sandra, cornered, held her little girl in her arms, and Bred readied his broom. ...There's no limit to how reckless it is.
"Kukuku"
And he laughed at such desperate resistance.
...We have to deal with him before he catches up with Sandra and the others. Stops the magic circulation and releases magic from its normal state.
A water magic ice wall separated Sandra and the bandits from the bandits.
“You look like a magician—don’t get carried away, okay?”
The last one left clicked his tongue and turned around, probably not liking the interruption. Something shining on the back of his hand. Is that a tattoo? Proof of a member of the cult. It emits red light.
He hides his palm towards me. From there, he let something fly. I block it with my shield, but it erodes and penetrates the shield. Dodge it before it breaks through.
Is this one a miasma bullet? If that's the case, the magic power wasn't circulating, so I can understand the current effect.
It feels strange for a demon... The part that doesn't make sense is that he has a cult tattoo on his hand.
"What's wrong? Is this the first time you've seen a miasma? I don't think your magic can work in this situation?"
It seems like he thought I was scared when I stopped to check on him.
If it was a demon, great magic would be required. He just thought he had to think of a way to keep the two people behind him from getting involved, but...well.
"You have a tattoo like that. You're not a demon, are you?"
"Call me a demon. Call me noble."
Is that how the cult calls demons?
"...Why did you come to the Kingdom of Veldgar? The cult and this country probably have nothing to do with each other."
"The enemy of the noble is our enemy. Besides, we must make the majesty of our church known in this land where the noble fell."
"That's ridiculous. You've heard about demon killers, haven't you? Why are they targeting children?"
"Make an offering to a noble person. If you do so, you will be recognized by the head priest. We will be able to obtain even greater power."
The man says in a tone that seems to be filled with passion.
……I see. There are people at the top of the cult who can perform such rituals and such. I understand the connection. Is this guy the leader of the group that moved this time?
"There are good and bad sacrifices... You seem like you would make a great offering."
"Make me laugh"
If you just listen to this, it's enough for now. The images of the director and others from earlier flashed in my head, and I felt sick. This guy can't just do it.
Activate the magic circulation and charge head-on. They will fire miasma bullets at you. However, this time he blocked it with his shield, scattered it, and broke through.
“What!?”
His expression contorted in shock. He uses his momentum to slam down Ouroboros. I thought he would give up along with Shotel, but he coated his sword with miasma and blocked Ouroboros. Sparks scattered and each other's weapons were repelled.
A shotel is waved from the side. Step inside the distance and shift the point of impact of the slash. He pulls his weapon back as if hooking his prey. no problem. There were plenty of people at BFO who used Shortel.
I bent over and swung ouroboros up from below with a big swing, making it fall on its back.
When his posture collapsed, I changed my body position and placed my back against the window. It strengthens the circulation of magical power, strengthens the body, and sends it flying backwards as if shaking it off.
"Argh!"
The window was smashed and the man was thrown out into the night.
If I could borrow the power of a demon, I would probably be able to fly. The man stopped in the air. He follows it and he leaps into the air.
"you!"
A miasma bullet is released. Kick the shield and fly to the side. When I took a stance in the air and stood still, he opened his eyes.
"What is that...? Well, it's you...?"
Did you now realize that I was the demon slayer you were looking for? I don't know if they have guards or not, so I guess I made the right decision to bring Mattius with me.
"This is the first time I've heard that the cult's tattoos have such power. So for future reference, there's one thing I want to confirm."
"W-Would you like to check?"
"That tattoo. What will happen if I lose it? Will I be able to maintain my flying skills?"
When I said this with my eyes wide open and a grin that bared my fangs, I felt a shiver run through his expression.
It seems that he sensed what I was aiming for, but he didn't take the time to think about getting down or running away. Kick the shield and rush in.
In order to keep us from getting close, we fire miasma bullets. The aim is poor. Even in quantity, it is far inferior to Lynette.
Without putting up a shield, just squeeze the edge and cross the shortest distance as quickly as possible. He tried to break away, but it was no use. I can't tell if this guy is hot or if his tattoos are limited, but his flying skills are no match for the devil. I'd say it's better than just Levitation.
Sharpen your magical power and prepare your Ouroboros, which emits pale white sparks. The man pulled his hand back to protect the tattoo. Instead, an assassination wrist blade flew out from the wrist that wasn't holding Shotel. Aiming for my face as he thrusts into me, he thrusts out as if hitting the bottom of his palm.
I know about the existence of wrist blades. It was a predictable move. I tilted his head to avoid him, and then I landed a knee kick into his now empty side.
With a cry of agony, his body bent into a dogleg. At that moment, she is pointing the tip of the ouroboros toward the tattoo.
"Scratch it away"
Earth and wind composite magic grind dust. The battle ring of particles clinging to his palm quickly scrapes away the tattoo, rendering it meaningless.
The man screamed and jumped back -- a few moments later, he fell down due to gravity as if a string had been cut.
"Lindblum"
A huge black body flew from the side and bounced the man in the air, sending him flying further into the air.
She caught the man's scruff neatly in her mouth, lowered the altitude enough, and threw it roughly to the ground.
...The height and angle were so high that I wouldn't die from falling. Lindblum may have made adjustments in his own way. Well, it would be impossible to continue the battle.
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