735 Missing Talent, Part 114 - Edge

"Open the door, now that the enemy has pulled!

"But that being said, it's blocked with something big. I'm not even scared."

"Then smash it with an axe!

"Damn, who made this door so sturdy!

The soldiers were about to break into the room where the lay stood, complaining verbally. And when the soldier in the lead threw the axe with greater force, the door opened lightly. And as the soldier tried to roll in the momentum, the soldier was suddenly blown out of the room big. Soldiers outside trying to take him are similarly blown away by too much momentum.

"Bye!"

"What the fuck?

Attention is drawn to what the soldiers are. Then a slightly smaller person with a clown's mask appeared on his face when he slipped out of the door.

The movements and thoughts of the soldiers who were outside stop at the emergence of unexpected figures.

"... Huh?

"Oh, I used that at last year's banquet -"

"A little with 20 people. Surprisingly few."

Before the soldiers said anything, the lay took action quickly. When I showed my face for a moment to see what was going on out there, I immediately jumped out and kicked the soldiers out there.

As I stepped on the faces of soldiers who were still blown up and out of shape, I ran between them as I kicked the shoulders and heads of the soldiers who were still flying.

I did not slay down the soldiers because I realized that there was no escape in this lower ceiling corridor when it came to a mixed war. Plus when they kill their people right in front of them, they all make a leap. No matter how strong the layers are, if they are trapped in a trail and forced to fight, one day they will do their best. While they were confused, Layer left the soldiers at once.

"It's quick!

"Call for backup!

The soldiers scream to capture the layers, but the layers completely left them in the second step as they opened their distance in one step.

But there were even more enemies beyond the corner when the layers fled.

"Oops."

What is this mask... "

One of the soldiers inadvertently reached out and the layer slashed that hand reflexively. A soldier screams and his surroundings react to that voice. But while the soldiers turned around, the lay ran through again. But now he had moderately slashed, kicked and forcefully broken through the soldiers. It is a craftsmanship made because the hallway was only a little wide.

The layers, which also succeeded in breaking through, went inside the walls. Aerial was leading the fight there, but she decided it would be unfavourable to fight here any longer, or she moved her people together and elsewhere. Naturally, the soldiers follow them and leave the scene.

The layer thanked him inside, twisting and twisting the door that had just come out, deforming it so that it would not open at all, ran away like a shadow from the spot.

What the layer saw on the side was a huge iron fence gate. The structure of the martial arts had a sense of intimidation that seemed frightening and less intimidating in a few attacks. Layer swirled sharply to the gate, and when he knocked down the soldiers who were around him, he put his hand on the gate and tried his best.

"Mmm!... and you can't. This is just not my power or what happens. [M] But I wonder if you're using any special magic, strange gates."

Layer gave up destroying the iron fence and decided to figure out how to raise this iron fence. Layer questioned him as he appropriately pulled the soldier, still breathing, into the shade of the tree.

"How to raise this iron fence?

"And I don't know"

To a soldier who didn't break his mouth, Layer stabbed the soldier in the foot silently.

"Bye!

"Don't buy time. If you don't talk to me, I'll kill you."

"Ho, I really don't! I'm a soldier who originally worked for this candart, but it's only recently that I've built such an iron fence! You don't even know where the trick is..."

"Then who knows the place?

"I don't think the current commander... knows. Our usual commander withdrew once backwards. It was the mercenaries who were tasked with leaving this castle."

"What a guy?

"I don't know your name. But it was a woman, a young woman. But he shouldn't know either. 'Cause all of a sudden, you left me away and I didn't want to stick around. I don't think I've prepared this iron fence in advance."

"Then who... can't help but think? If you want to open and close with a trick, there must be a trick nearby."

Layer turned to the other side of the place where he had infiltrated earlier. It would be worth exploring. And around again, soldiers were starting to gather. We need to hide ourselves somewhere.

As Layer fed himself to the soldier he was interrogating, he moved straight to the wall telling and slid his body gently inside through the affordable entrance. The soldier had no problem killing him, but Renatica had taught him that unnecessary killing was not first-rate. Either way, there was a great chance that the earlier bleeding would not help.

As the layers slipped in and tried to open the underlying breath, it turns out that there were numerous soldiers among them. Soldiers look at the layers at once.

"Knock."

Layer felt uncomfortable before he could hold the sword. The soldiers are reacting strangely. I do know that I get noticed entering this room, but 30 soldiers who were inside. Is that what they react to themselves at the same time? Besides, what were the soldiers doing here in the first place? It was odd to have everyone sitting in this fort in a strict state of security, keeping them on guard in this room.

Layer instantly grabbed the sword and decided to kill everyone in this room. The soldiers in this room are strange, uncomfortable. That is the conclusion drawn by the layer.

The layer that decides to do so moves fast. layers of swords were ravaging them, neither satisfied nor satisfied that the sleighs and rising soldiers could lay their own weapons. The last soldier succeeded in matching the layers with the sword, but he was cut off from weapon to weapon. I checked the bargain and the body, and the lay squeaked.

"I knew these guys weren't human. Is this the doll you asked Renatica about?"

What the layer later saw was something shaped like a person. Something that is clearly missing content, made to avoid being suspected of minimum behavior as someone who eats, moves, etc. It was a mystery to the layers how this was working, but apparently even like a screwing doll. Instead of the heart, there was a trick that sounded just like the heart when the roll clock turned.

"These guys... are they all dolls? But the people who were outside were human. I don't know where from to where the doll is... no, that doesn't matter in the first place. I just do what I'm given."

When the layer exhales one loud, it keeps moving according to its instincts. At some point the thought stopped, and a simple thought was really on my mind. How efficiently and quickly you chop the enemy in front of you and make it immobile. As Layer's thought narrowed to that point, his sword moved incredibly smoothly, taking the lives of his enemies.

When the situation was firmer when I called it demolition work rather than fighting along the way, I saw a door that drew the hearts of layers together. trap. Such a thing was instinctive and the lay understood. It can't be from this world (depression), such as something that attracts your own mind that is involved in killing.

But you can't pull it off. Because at the end of that door, there should be a tingling stimulus waiting for you at the same time as what you're looking for.

The layer opened the door with a hand that had already returned blood through the mulch and was about to dry. But there was no one inside. It was monotonous there, in a room where a simple handle was just placed in a single unit. The layer pulled the handle provided in the center of the room to be invited to something and moved it to the other side. At that moment, the world suddenly flipped.

Suddenly the surroundings turned into poisonous meaty walls, drifting to rot. At some point there was no door I should have kept on my back, and the handle had even disappeared again. No, the handle changed like a tentacle of a monster, trying to tangle in the body of a layer.

Layer tapped that tentacle against the wall as he pulled it off with no expression. At the same time, the layers had a voice out of their mouth that rarely could hide their frustration.

Continued