When he realized that the other party was human, Pierce, the leader of the Demon King's Praetorian Guard, narrowed his eyes.

What the hell is going on?!

Why is there a human invasion outside the Demon King City!

It was also when the guards of the Demon King City were the weakest, and now the first to seventh detachments were all dispatched to the front line, and the angry adults who were responsible for guarding the Demon King City were also transferred to the border by the Prime Minister. Lord Lazy happened to go to retreat and storm the Sanctuary today, and most of the Praetorian Guards led by Pierce were new recruits.

If you think about it, there are too many coincidences.

The Demon King is a person who can't stay, and he runs around all day long with nothing to do, and he doesn't allow us Praetorian Guards to act as guards. Today, I finally saw the demon king return to the castle, and then a human came to attack - could it be that this was all premeditated!?

Pierce was awe-inspiring in his heart, he had long heard that the faction dominated by the Prime Minister was dissatisfied with this generation of Demon King, but he didn't expect it to be so extreme, and he would collude with humans to assassinate - no, things are not clear yet, not to mention whether this assassin has information about the lack of troops in Demon King City, there are many people who are dissatisfied with the Demon King......

Pierce took a deep breath and regained his composure as best he could.

I have time to guess who the mole is, and there is only one thing to do now.

"Kill ——!!"

- Kill the Assassin on the spot, and take her head to meet the Demon King.

Facing the menacing Demon King's Praetorian Guard, Rantrea clenched her holy sword.

Although the head-to-head duel is not without a chance of winning, it will consume unnecessary time and physical strength. You have to find a way to avoid the edge and minimize the loss of Otina's spiritual power.

Lantelea knew very well that she was not here to fight guerrillas and annihilate part of the enemy's combat forces.

She has only one goal, to kill the Demon King, even if they die together.

"The Sands of the Wild."

Lantelea opened her left hand to the ground, calling out to her companion in her heart.

"Understood~" Otina's playful voice rang in her head.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of dark clouds condensed from Lanterea's hands. Audina, who had mastered all the elements, easily adjusted her spiritual power, and Lantelea unleashed the dark attribute spell she had saved.

The black mist roared and surged with the wind, obscuring the starry sky.

A dark mist mixed with wind attribute elements rolled in, and the whistling clouds instantly dispersed the many demons gathered together.

Of course, Lantelea's vision was also disturbed by the darkness, but it was nothing to her. As long as it is the area covered by the Wind Realm, no one can escape her tracking, and the wind is her eyes.

Lantelea prioritizes the powerful demons: dragons led by the Demon King's Praetorian Guard.

Sneaking to the back of the dragonman, Rantrea backstabbed her sword at the weak back of her neck without the protection of scales!

"Assassination is a simple eight words. Kill with one blow, and retreat if you don't succeed. ”

- This is what her partner taught her.

The familiarity that was truly in the flesh was conveyed from the blade of the sword to the palm of the hand, and the splattered blood stained the armor. Lantelea didn't stop for a moment, and there was no need to confirm whether the blow was killed or not, and the girl's figure shuttled through the night like a ghost.

The screams echoed in the black mist, and every demon who was separated was terrified by it. Some demons with poor psychological endurance even began to wield weapons indiscriminately, inadvertently smashing their companions.

Lantelea narrowed her eyes slightly, listening to sounds other than the wind.

Screams of pain, screams of sorrow, confusion...... These factors can cause a great disintegration of the will to fight of the attacked side.

When vision is blinded, the person's other senses are enhanced, such as hearing, smell. This is no exception to the demons. At this moment, the wails of the demons were constantly amplified in the dim environment deliberately created by Lantelea, and the pungent smell of blood filled the black mist. For a while, the demons fell into deeper anxiety, confusion, and panic.

Grasping the situation in an instant, the girl turned the advantage of the opponent's large number into a disadvantage.

Reversing one's own disadvantages into advantages is also the most basic ability of a brave man, leadership.

"Fat, what's going on......"

The black forest continued to hear the terrible wails of the dying people, and the dark magicians who came to support couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and hurriedly inhaled the black mist in the air into their wands. The hazy sand mist slowly faded, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves eased somewhat.

No, not so much détente...... It's better to say that everything is quiet.

While the surroundings became clearly visible, bathed in the clear artificial moonlight, the girl was awe-inspiring.

Lantelea, who was sneaking up in the dark to assassinate the Demon Praetorian Guard, stood peacefully between the fallen corpses. The blood dripping from the silver sword in her hand was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the demons.

The girl wiped the blood stains on the blade of the sword again, and the corner of her eye shifted to the remaining demons.

The demons who are mainly orcs are the forwards, and the warlocks who are mainly dark magicians are in the back row, this army style is ...... Inexplicably familiar.

Just as Rantrea was pondering, the savage orcs had already raised a giant hammer the size of Rantrea in their hands and let out a deafening howl! Stomping forward, he charged at Rantreya!

The other three orcs standing behind him in a dilemma watched their companions rush forward, and naturally they inevitably stepped forward together.

"Otina!"

"Totally understood, Wind Realm."

Otina's way of responding to Rantrea was to simply and rudely condense the wind spiritual power on the holy sword, increasing its sharpness and hardness across amplitudes, and even the sound of the wind humming from the sword body with flowing spiritual power.

Facing the menacing crowd of beasts wielding the giant hammer, Lantelea clenched the hilt of her sword with both hands and stood in front of her.

The blade of the sword engraved with the incantation clearly reflected the hideous face of the savage orc, and the girl took a deep breath - right now!

Lantelea turned her sword around and pointed it at the ground, digging deep into the dirt! The Wind Realm spread invisibly in all directions, and under the control of Otina, the sword wind unleashed the power of the Proof of the Brave across all things.

Before the orc's hammer shattered Rantria's delicate body, the wind that swirled around it changed. The soft and gentle breeze formed a sharp, thin cutting blade like a silk thread with the blessing of Otina's spiritual power.

A wind blade striking an orc's neck only leaves a tiny mark of blood that hurts the skin—but what if hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of wind blades cut into the same part?

The ending is already clear.

The girl put away her sword and returned it to its sheath.

Even if the orcs in front of her were still swinging the hammer in front of her, her eyes did not waver in the slightest.

She turned and stepped in the other direction, and before the hammer was about to touch her back, everything cleared. The orcs who rushed around Lantelea, without exception, all turned to powder and disappeared with the wind, as if even proof of existence had been erased.