If there really are mysterious forces in the world, what is their source?

The various elements exist, and so there are magicians who dominate the elements.

God and light exist, so there are pastors who walk on God's behalf.

The opposite of light, the power of shadows, exists, and there are assassins lurking in the shadows.

The harmony of various forces is possible, so there are rangers who dabble in various abilities.

So, where is the source of the strength of warriors and knights, these melee professionals who rely on their bodies and rely on their weapons to charge into battle?

Body.

Whether it is humans, orcs, elves, or dragons who have been far away from the continent, all the advanced civilized races that have now become the masters of the Lanman continent, our bodies are all created by God, and they are relatively perfect (in fact, I want to say the most perfect, but the physical differences between the various races are too great, and it is difficult for me to determine which race is the "perfect template" that God really desires).

There is a gift of God hidden in our bodies.

Abandoning the domination of the elements, the control of the shadows, and the desire and pursuit of divine arts, the melee professionals have devoted themselves to tempering their bodies, unearthing the deepest divine powers hidden in their bodies, and finally being able to reach the Holy Ladder and exert all the power that the gods have given us—

This power is not weaker than anyone else's.

Warcry, a skill that warriors, knights, and even rangers must learn. Quite simply, both apprentice warriors and would-be knights, the so-called Black Iron Rank, can learn from the profession, and the effect is also very rough, with only one.

Vertigo.

The layers of war roars overturned the large grass and gravel in front of the two, and the wolves in the charge turned white the moment they came into contact with this sound, and their running limbs lost control.

Perhaps, this vertigo is only for a moment.

But at this moment, it tore apart the formation of the entire wolf pack.

The wolves in the rear are not like the unlucky ones in front, the effect of the war cry on them is limited, but the wolves in front of them who fall or lie on their stomachs have caused a huge obstacle to their charge, some have crossed their own kind in front, and some have been suddenly tripped up, and those who have tripped have caused a greater obstacle to the wolves behind...... In an instant, there was not much left of the momentum of the wolf's bloodthirsty charge.

But unfortunately, the moon wolf did not stop.

As the moon wolf of the entire wolf pack, and the strength is close to the bronze level, the battle cry of the same bronze professional has little impact on it. It didn't even slow down, and the whole wolf, with the inertia of a charge, slammed into the dwarf Barlow.

"Hah! Try the hammer!"

The dwarf let out a loud roar, and the sledgehammer in front of him was pulled up by him, and the hammer head was aimed at the rushing moon wolf, holding its head against it, and throwing him out.

"Whew-"

The leader of the moon wolf shook his head and stared at the two of them, an unwilling low roar overflowing from his throat.

But at this moment, he heard the voice of the thinnest, most oilless two-legged beast that he had ignored before.

"The flame that lives with the world, the elemental spirits of the world given by God, obey me, obey my command—it rains down from the sky, scorches the earth, and erupts here!"

Flames fell from the sky.

Fireballs, fire rains, fire meteors – you can have a myriad of adjectives to describe the scene. The bard likes to use all sorts of beautiful words to describe a magical outburst, but behind this gorgeous scenery is always—

Tremendous lethality.

The dense rain of fire that fell from the sky crushed the last momentum of the wolves, but also burned mercilessly, and the wails of wolves resounded in the sea of fire one after another—but only for a moment. The flames engulfed most of the steppe wolves, and the smell of barbecue spread around them for a while.

Nauseating.

But the moon wolf leader avoided the flames. It rolled nimbly on the ground, dodged its slashing sword and sledgehammer, and after slicing its front paws across the grass with a series of deep scratches, the wolf suddenly disappeared in place as Assas and Barlow rushed at them with their weapons.

The last rays of sunlight shine on the earth. The sun has set.

The blue-and-white streamer flashed in front of the two of them, and at the moment when the two of them subconsciously resisted, it passed through them and rushed towards the unprotected magician Del Cola behind them.

Moonlight monsters have always been the outcasts of the day, the darlings of the moonlight. They are suppressed under the light of the sun, and when the sun sets, they are destined to explode their talents to the limit-

"Damn! it's moonlight magic!"

The dwarf Barlow shouted, "The little mage is in danger!"

When the magician gathers the elements to release a large magic, the violent magic fluctuations around his body and the rich magic elements will have a considerable impact on the battle of the melee professionals, so the two melee professionals left Delkora twenty meters away early, blocking the wolves for him-

These twenty meters have become a moat at the moment.

Del Kora, who had just cast a large-scale magic and was in a period of mental shock at the moment, didn't seem to notice the moon wolf leader rushing in.

The dwarf's pale golden hair stood on end, and with a scream, the whole person suddenly turned into a golden meteor, even surpassing Assas, who was one step ahead of him, and rushed in the direction of Del Kora-

Wielding a toy-like short knife, he rushed over a distance of twenty meters in a moment, but stopped at the last moment.

He rubbed his eyes. I took a closer look and rubbed it again.

The scene he expected of the young magician being knocked away did not appear.

And that moon wolf, the leader of the difficult moon wolf, he obviously watched the sharp claws slash through the young magician's body, but he tore pieces of the young man's body into pieces, shattering into countless mutilated shadows-

Perhaps the moon wolf was a little confused because of the wrong feeling, his speed slowed down slightly, and the blue and white streamer as bright as the moon stopped in place for a moment.

So, in that instant, darkness fell.

As if the god had drained all the light from the moon wolf's side in an instant, or perhaps some kind of illusion that was enough to deceive everyone's eyes, at that moment, the moon wolf leader was plunged into the deepest darkness, and in the darkness that was only 0.5 seconds, there was a clear sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood.

The light returns to the earth.

What remained in place was no longer the leader of the moon wolf who had flaunted his might just now, but a corpse with a hole in the throat and still spraying blood. And Del Cola is gone.

The young dwarf swallowed his spit, and unconsciously recited the prayer in his heart - what happened in the second of his "golden charge" with the creator god above?

While he was still in a daze, Assas, who was one step behind him, had already come to him, and was a little tired and half-kneeling with his sword, barely about the height of the dwarf.

"Aren't you surprised, Knight Boy?" called Barlow the Dwarf, who seemed to finally realize what had just happened, "What was that? Shadow Double, Shadow Shadow Realm, and Shadow Kill, Bladed Assassin, Did the Wizard Kid be kidnapped?"

"No......" Assas shook his head, "not a kidnapping. ”

He let go of the greatsword in his hand, let out a long breath, thought for a moment, and shook his head again.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. ”

“......？”

The dwarf Barlow was dumbfounded.

Somewhere in the line of sight, the light suddenly distorted, and Delkora - and a girl with a belt - returned to their sight.

It was a beautiful girl, about the same age as Del Kora, but puberty had left its mark on her, flaxen hair tied in a crisp single ponytail, and the contrast between her light-skinned healthy skin and the fair-nay, pale - Del Cora she was holding in her hand was a little too stark, to subconsciously ignore the fact that both men had bright blue pupils.

She was dressed in tight-fitting leather armor that covered most of the areas of her body that needed protection, and in her left hand she played with a dagger with blood stains on it and two short scabbards tied to her waist.

She didn't seem particularly happy - she suddenly let go of her hand, causing Delcora to fall hard to the ground.

Delkora got up with a bone, patted the dirt on her body, and turned to the mysterious girl and opened her arms: "Satya! hug~~"

An index finger was pressed against his forehead.

Then, the middle finger flicked him hard.

"Is that how you welcome me, Satya......" Del Cora sighed as if she was unusually disappointed, and threw the staff in her hand to her side, and the converging wind elemental held it up and hung it aside.

"Why should I welcome you, Del Kora," the girl named Satya said, playing with her dagger and staring at Del Kora with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "I should have made up for your agility training class, you know, Del Kora? You skipped my class and even ran away with Arthas...... I'm angry. ”

"I know...... I know, Satya, it's all my fault, and I sincerely apologize to you. Delkora straightened her collar, put her left hand on her chest, bent her head down, and stretched out her right hand, "So, dear Satya, will you accept my apology, Delkora Yogul?"

"Your apology is still as insincere as ever......" Satya sighed and put her hand on it, letting Del Cora drop a kiss on her fingertip, "Should I be stupidly happy like the other girls?" ”

"Ah...... Dear Satya, why do you think there are 'other' girls? No other girl has accepted my apology, I promise, please let me swear to the creator god and Nophon. Del Cola's eyes were genuine...... Looks.

"Well, I thought, who can explain that to a bewildered dwarf?"

The dwarf Barlow's sharp voice tore through the atmosphere between the two, and he carried his hammer, his gaze wandering between the young man and woman.

"So, who is this human girl? Young magician, she's some kind of ...... yours Guards?"

"Perhaps you can understand that, Uncle Barlow. Delcora scratched her head.

"But, generally, I say ...... to others This is my personal maid, Satya, fourteen years old, a ...... Bladed Assassin. ”