Exclamations, cries, yellings, all sorts of sounds filled my ears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Completely collapsed.

Even a lone ranger like me, who has never been part of any team, can understand that the entire crusade has completely collapsed. After all, this operation was originally planned by the "judgement", and now that their leader has fallen, the meaning of this operation may be lost. It wasn't until now that I realized that the bearded man was a leader, so stay in the middle of the team and not die alone. It's so irresponsible, what are you going to do with the rest of the people who die like this? There's no coordination at all, that's why I hate him. Wait, I seem to have cursed him for being the first to be eaten by a dragon during the crusade, so it can't be my fault. No, no.

"Miss Toi, cheer up, don't cry!"

The healer girl next to me patted me on the shoulder. Besides, is anyone crying? I don't feel sad at all! If I do, it's the guy who died without permission. Just now they were trying to persuade me to join their team, and then they died, which is really infuriating. I quickly hid my face in the hood so that I wouldn't be seen with my angry gritted teeth.

"Everybody...... Sure enough, let's retreat......"

I don't know who said it suddenly. For a moment, everyone fell silent. That's right, to retreat, to retreat, to retreat. That dragon was just too strong. If the bearded man had been a one-on-one pair, he would have been ranked at the top of the entire crusade group, and then he was killed by the Dragon of Despair. No-the bastard dragon probably didn't have the consciousness to kill the bearded man at all. It may have looked like it was just a sand in the corner of its eye, and then it blinked and knocked the sand off.

Despair - utter despair.

Those who had lost their fighting spirit all turned their heads and ran back. Everyone who enters the labyrinth area will be teleported to the corresponding school depending on the location they entered, and as long as they return to that school, they can return to a safe place in the quarantine area. Shortly after leaving the school, everyone encountered the bastard dragon, and it stands to reason that if you are lucky, you can run back without alarming the bastard dragon. I thought so, and then the people who ran at the front thought so, and then they were crushed by the claws that fell from the sky. A few of them were very capable of firing people, and they died like that without even half a minute of flame.

We all shivered under the stares of the giant dragon's eyes. Completely unable to move. The bastard dragon blinked at us as if picking at the cargo, and then a smile appeared on its lips. I read that right, on top of that faucet, there is a smile. The face stained with the blood foam of the beard, smiled, really smiled. The dragon felt good, it was rejoicing, rejoicing in our death and flight.

"Ahh

Finally someone couldn't bear the fear anymore and began to let out a roar that didn't look like a human being, and ran to the rear. Fool, it's not the way back at all, what's the use of running there? But the fool is still running -- is he already crazy? Because there was the first person to run, so everyone ran too. People from the same team will take care of each other, but I don't have that treatment at all as a lone ranger. But I don't know why the healer girl next to me is pulling me to run. Well, when it's over, I'll join in your "judgement" to take a look.

"Shorty, get out of the way!"

While I was thinking about it, suddenly a man from behind pushed me to the side of the road. It was a man with bruises on his arms and neck, and it seemed as if he had been pushed to the limit. The madness in his eyes seemed to eat me. I didn't have a reaction to what was going on. A group of equally crazy men rushed out from behind, ignoring me lying on the ground and rushing straight forward. Hey, this isn't going to step on me, is it? Humans wouldn't do such a thing, aren't you, aren't you the so-called elite? The elites of each team who were selected to join the crusade should be the representatives of all teams. Is the so-called team something like this?

While I was stunned, the healer girl stood in front of us with her arms outstretched. She stretched out her hands as if she were holding me behind her. She's a lot taller than me in terms of height, but I'm not weak enough to need her to protect me. I can tear to shreds the feet that these men have stepped on me for as long as I want.

"Don't step on it, please keep it orderly!" said the healer girl loudly. That expression still looks like it from the side, indeed, it has the flavor of a messenger of justice, and it looks quite beautiful.

"You're the shallot!

The savage on the other side seemed to have no idea what was beautiful.

"I'm the head of Branch 177 of 'Judgement', and I'm maintaining order. In the face of danger, please evacuate in order......"

However, before she could finish her words, her head exploded. Yes, it exploded. That pretty face and long hair were smashed like watermelons, turning into a sticky mix of red, yellow and white, splashing all over me. Then, the healer's body fell to the ground with the first thud, and the hand was still twitching. Hey, what's going on? Why is this happening? My brain is in a mess.

"'judgement'......" the man wiped his bloodied fist and smiled irrationally, "which onion is it?!"

There was an uproar around them, and even ordinary crazy people would not kill a branch leader who was a "judgement", because this was a provocation to a "judgement" with more than 10,000 members. Moreover, the "judgement" is still the group that maintains order in the entire quarantine area, which is equivalent to the feeling of the police in the ordinary city. Killing a policeman in this way is a complete provocation to order.

"What are you thinking, you guys?" said the man, waving his fist, "isn't that stupid 'judgement' the one who brought us to this dangerous place? and the fact that the strongest captain of the 'judgement' is also dead, doesn't that prove that the 'judgement' is just a bunch of pustules and cowards? Why do we have to listen to that kind of people? Aren't we, capable people, magicians, just because we can't stay in the country of the Crucifixion? Why are we still oppressed when we get here? Judge the soul and die! In this world, only the weak can obey the strong, and those who stand in the way will die for me!"

Everyone stared at the man. There are basically no people who fully agree with his words, but many people are cautious in their hearts. Some people start to resent the "judgement" because it brought them here. Some people saw that the captain of the "judgement" was dead, and all their thoughts began to come alive, ready to take advantage of the fire to rob. It's stupid, it's stupid, it's all scum. Didn't you all agree to the crusade group? Since you agreed to participate, it is impossible that you did not take into account the danger! At this time, if you come to resent the "judgement" of the leader to death, isn't it the so-called falling into the well? Rotten people, all rotten people.

No, maybe they're rotten people in the first place. Originally, the so-called quarantine zone was a place that was completely out of the reach of the world's rituals, and there was no order at all here. But the most powerful team, the "judgement", single-handedly allowed the seeds of civilization to grow in this wild land. But at the end of the day, a bad person is a bad person. As soon as the captain of that team died, they began to spread chaos again. In the blink of an eye, several other members of the "judgement" were beaten. His face was trampled on the ground by leather boots, and tears and snot were mixed with saliva. For this crusade, the elite of the "judgement" can be said to have poured out, but they are all under the boots of other powerful people. It's just a farce, do you still want to do it with your own people? Obviously that dragon is still watching, isn't it?

I looked up and saw that the Dragon of Despair was not moving. He observed with interest the human tumult. In her opinion, we must be a collection of rotten people, a hodgepodge of ugliness. He might have thought that if he killed such a human, he would stain his claws.

No, the biggest rotten person is myself. I'm the rotten person.

If the beard is dead and I don't do anything, it's because I'm too far away, and I'm not confident that I can beat the dragon. But the healer girl also died, and what did I do? I just crouched behind someone else and waited for someone to protect me. Think: she is a "judgement", then this kind of trouble can be left to "judgement". But I never thought about what would happen if the judgement failed. While enjoying the peace that others have brought me, I ignore the labor of others. But after the death of the person, I felt a false sense of sadness - if I had known that I was sad, I would have gone with her to fight the crazy men earlier! Why didn't I stand up with her at that time? If it was ability, I should have been much better than that girl.

Why not? Just because I don't dare. Even now, there are countless nice words in my head, but there is no way to say them. Because I was watched, I was watched by those crazy people with fierce eyes. Although one person is strong, I really can't beat all of them, and because of this, my district is subject to the tyranny of the majority.

Why? Why am I so weak? I used to put on the posture of a strong man -- it was just a pretense in front of the tavernkeeper. Whether I'm strong or not, I'm just a fragile glass doll. No matter how much he believes in others, he doesn't dare to bear the gaze of others, and he wears a pitch-black cloak like a turtle and protects himself under the turtle shell. What can I do like that? I can't even help the people who help me, I'm a, a.

Thinking like this, I involuntarily pulled a metal button out of my pocket. If you are a person with the ability to discharge, this kind of thing can be done. A powerful electromagnetic field is created in the air to create an orbit out of thin air. Then the metal object is placed on the track, and the accelerating metal object can achieve the effect of a normal cannonball. This is called an electromagnetic gun.

I turned my gaze to the fist-waving man and tossed the metal buttons in the air.

If you were a little more serious, the frightening speed of the accelerated button would even leave an afterimage in the air, and the orange beam resembled a laser. Its power can even cut through the concrete floor through which the range track passes, and the strong wind generated by the aftermath alone is already beyond the power of ordinary wind capabilities.

What happens if something like this is launched at a person?