The one-handed knife that Mira held in her hand was not a fine in any sense of the word, and the knife that had been purchased from Suomir and originally belonged to Kaleva was only 80 centimeters long but weighed more than 1.3 kilograms.

The lack of a thinning design that only a master blacksmith can control has resulted in the knife being the same thickness from root to tip - it may not sound like much, but the weight of the combination itself actually makes it heavier than the one-meter-plus half-sword that the Roan Maiden has already lost.

Another drawback of the heavy blade is that it does not perform well in the main job of cutting sharp weapons due to its thick cross-section, and this weapon, which is more inclined to the axe than the blade, may be able to bite deep with the weight of the tree, but lacks enough speed to perform the sword technique of rapid succession.

— in other words.

Each of her attacks must be well timed and distanced, and her thinking must be clear about what she is doing, and if she swings her breath, not only will her physical strength be quickly consumed, but she will most likely only cut through the air every time.

- The target is the thoracic cavity.

Standing more than two meters tall, the ghoul is unarmed, but its long arms and claws that are 30 centimeters long make it attack range comparable to that of a sage's great sword or short spear.

If the girl hadn't lost her excellent dwarven Brigun floor armor, she would have been confident that she could close the distance to fight the other party, or if the situation was better, she could choose to run away or find another weapon to gain a distance advantage, but there were no ifs, and she had no choice.

So she took a step forward after a short look and attacked first.

"Whoa!!" the ghoul reacted with astonishing speed and tried to block with its claws - it wasn't as numb and sluggish as it had been when it was attacked by the thugs, and luckily our Loan girl hadn't put all her bets on it.

Stepping, leaning forward with the center of gravity, and starting from a high position.

She used a one-handed diagonal slash that slashed from the top left to the bottom right with an unremarkable move.

"Smack!!" the ghoul raised its excessively long claws to try to block the attack—Mira was immediately aware of this, and the heavy one-handed knife slash was still slow and would be blocked, but she still hadn't stopped.

Someone once said that swordsmanship is like rushing to answer.

It's just that if you answer this question incorrectly, you will die yourself.

She calculated.

Bottom-up diagonal slashes or horizontal slashes aligned with the starting hand are actually faster, but she uses slower-moving downward slashes, precisely because of the slow attack speed and the need to achieve results with each hit.

"Boom-boom!" Heavy sharps aren't a good thing most of the time, but if you know how to play them, weight can be an advantage.

"Drink!" A short white hair flew, and although it was relatively slow, the knife still made a "boom" sound that broke through the air.

!!The dark green body fluid overflowed, and the right claw with five fingers was broken at the wrist, and the tip of the one-handed knife pierced the lower half of the ghoul's chest, making a shallow mark on the ribs, and then "hissed" downward, leaving a narrow scratch of more than half a meter on the front of its torso like a good chef cutting the belly of a fish.

"It hurt!!" slurred human words came out of its mouth again. "Tsk——!" And the girl hurriedly jumped back on tiptoe, taking a step to widen the distance.

"Whoa!" she dodged the ghoul's claw, but withdrew from the farthest range she could have with her one-handed knife.

"Pain!!!!!" The roar and grunt were mixed with human words with chirps, sending shivers down the lines of those present. What made the people behind them even more desperate was that the result of Mira's blow was not as high as expected—the half-meter-long incision only cut through the epidermis, and the strange creature's amazing recovery ability was immediately visible in front of everyone's eyes.

In just ten seconds, the wound on the front chest healed, and the ghoul's severed right wrist was closed, and the dark green bodily fluids flowing on the ground bubbled like boiling water, and then calmed down.

The results were not as good as it could be, and while being able to chop off a claw had cost it at least a third of its combat effectiveness, she had preferred to be able to hit its torso before it could parry, knock it out with a heavy upper slash and chase it for more damage.

Not only did it run, but it was also attacking faster than herself—the Roan girl realized this through this encounter, her ivory eyebrows furrowed, but she controlled her breathing to keep her from bursting her heart and causing her to exhaust prematurely.

This is an opponent who is better than her in an all-round way, and the attack just now only caused a barely okay effect, and among the few people behind her, Miss Doctor and Oiran were relieved, but the little young master and Lulu, who had hunting experience, who finally got out of the numb state, frowned like Mira.

"Oh no, we have to help her. Perhaps it was the combination of cold fear and a sense of crisis that Mira's slap still left on his face before the heat, Yajiro finally lost his sluggishness and regained his proper appearance as a samurai, and he said this to the three of them, but only Lulu nodded, and Sakura and Aya were stunned.

"Didn't she cripple that thing?" asked Oiran directly, but Yajiro shook his head.

"This ......," he hesitated for a moment, "this ghostly spirit is stronger than her in speed and physical strength, and it is also better than me." And the recovery is higher, and if the rush attack fails to solve it at one time, it will fall into a back-and-forth battle, and it will only be a human being. ”

The overly urbane samurai phrasing made this passage sound a little unclear, and Yajiro paused for a moment:

"If you drag it out for a long time, you'll lose!"

In a more straightforward way, he glanced at the houses around him with the doors closed, and when he saw one of the families quietly open a little crack in the door and look out, he rushed over and kicked the door open.

"Bang!" "Oops!" The door frame hit the man's nose and made him fall down with a scream.

"I am the royal family of the imperial family, and the eldest son of the Qingtian family in Qingzhi Town, Qingtian Yajiro Heiwu is also. Small farmers who close their doors and turn a blind eye can have farm tools and pitchforks!" Yajiro, who put on a strong posture and threatened him, made the poor family of four shrink into a corner and hug each other.

"Yes!" he said again, and the hostess pointed to the farm tool placed in the corner of the room on the other side with a trembling hand.

"......," Yajiro glared at the group, then walked over and picked up the rusty and dusty hoes, shovels, and pitchforks, and ran out again.

"You?!" Ayaya and Sakura, who were from everyone's best girls, looked at Yajiro in disbelief, and the young master handed the pitchfork to the tallest and longest Oiran, and then looked at Lulu and Aya, and fell into hesitation.

"Hold on to this end, flat in front, point at that end, not at your own people, okay?" he said to the Oiran, who nodded, "Don't take me for a fool." ”

"Hmm. Yajiro took advantage of the two farm tools in his hand, and finally chose a shovel with a wider impact area, and the hoe left behind was obviously still too heavy for Lulu and Aya.

The girl reacted alertly, and she rushed into the farmer's house with a "boom-" sound, and then said "borrow me" in a very accented language as she ran. He fiddled with his hands.

She took the tough rice rope that was hung on the beams of the peasant's house to hang the smoked goods, cut it with the knife she carried with her, and Lulu divided it into a slingling with a small cloth bag in the middle.

She then found some stones of comparable size and weight from the vicinity, poured all the personal items in her fanny pack on the ground, and then stretched the mouth of the bag open to use it as an ammunition pouch for stones.

In less than a minute, the other people who finally reacted to the "......" found their weapons.

"Ahem-" "Bang!" The farmer with an injured forehead and nose looked at Yajiro outside with hatred on his face and slammed the wooden door shut, through which he could still be heard shouting at his family while directing: "Garbage, what kind of door to open, is there anything nice to see outside the door! Move the table and close the door!!"

Apparently it was the children of the family or someone else who couldn't hold back and ran to open the crack in the door.

This series of episodes took place behind Mira's back, and the gangsters in the distance finally reacted and got up and left, they didn't even dare to scream anymore, and the corpses of their companions were left on the ground for fear of attracting the attention of the monster.

Sweat ran down her forehead and down her cheeks to the corners of Luo'an girl's eyes.

The salty sweat made her right eye feel a sour irritation, but she resisted not closing her right eye, even if the blood began to appear due to the stimulation of the sweat, she couldn't spare a hand to wipe them off.

Discomfort must also be endured.

Mira held the one-handed knife in both hands, the tip of the knife stained with dark green bodily fluids pointed at the ghoul, turning as it moved, always menacing.

The ghouls did not attack.

She didn't know if it was the other party's intention to wait for her to lose her energy and lose concentration, or if it was simply a taboo about the weapon that made it feel pain—either way, it proved that the ghoul in front of her was more of a sapient beast than a brainless monster.

On the bright side, the lack of an immediate attack made the few people behind her find their weapons and get ready, but on the downside, maintaining a high level of concentration for a long time was also a staggering drain for her as the person at the front.

Staying in a standoff state all the time will cause her muscles to become numb, and the longer it drags on, the more detrimental it actually is to her, and once her muscles become stiff and numb, it is likely that she will not be able to react when the battle is triggered, and she will not even be able to hold the knife.

She must make a decision right away, whether to attack before she gets too much stamina, or to continue the confrontation.

Immersed, Mira didn't have the energy to communicate with the others, but fortunately, Lulu, who was prepared, also had the nature of not coming back when the hunter machine could not be lost, so she immediately threw up the sling.

"Boom, Boom—" The sling, which was spinning faster and faster in mid-air, accelerated to a certain extent, and Lulu let go of the rope on one side, but because it was made improvised and the stone was unpolished, and she aimed a little higher for fear of hitting Mira, the blow flew directly over the ghoul's head with a "boom" and landed near the dead thug behind her.

"Hah-" The sudden movement caused Mira to focus on the corpse of the thug behind her, and she suddenly remembered that those killed by ghouls in the past could become undead, but this time the corpse lying on the ground seemed to be just a corpse.

- At least its claws and teeth might not be poisonous?

Bleeding from sharp claws and teeth is bad enough, and if the attack is toxin, the situation is even more embarrassing.

In any case, the combination of the kicking door in front and Lulu's slinging made the Roan girl successfully realize that her companion had also begun to act, and Mijiro, who realized this, took the shovel and walked to the right side of the alley, and at the same time motioned for Sakura to walk to the left with a pitchfork, and then spoke:

"You step back and lean in. If he had suddenly shouted in a state of mental tension, he might have interrupted Mira's concentration and killed her, but the Roan girl's mentality changed a lot after realizing that her companions were also ready for battle, and she listened to Yajiro in time as she stared at the ghoul in front of her.

Following the instructions of the young master, who had finally become reliable, Mira kept the tip of her knife pointing and stepped back. The ghouls, who hesitated to follow, ushered in a high-speed flying stone thrown by Lulu.

"Bang!!" The sling, which relies more on skill than physical strength, is a common tool used by hunters, and Lulu deftly climbs up the ridge of the roof and attacks from above and for the second time, quickly mastering the calibration of this improvised weapon, Lulu accurately drops the stone on the ground in front of the ghoul.

"Bang-" The projectile attack caused it to instinctively take a step back, and it was this shrinkage that allowed Mira to retreat to her companion with two long-handled farming tools.

"There's a hoe in the back. Yajiro reminded, and Miss Luoan nodded, turned around and wiped the sweat from her forehead and the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and while taking the hoe from Miss Doctor's hand with sour eyes, she shouted to Lulu above: "Can't you lose it?"

"The size and weight of the stones are not the same. The girl replied simply and clearly that the stones used in the serious slings need to be polished to about the same size and weight, so as to ensure that they feel similar. However, although Lulu temporarily collected stones of about the same size as she could, they still fluctuated up and down.

This causes the stones she throws out in the same way, probably flying too far or too close because they are a little lighter or heavier.

In an emergency, sharpening the weapon of the gun, a distance of five or six meters to ensure that it falls on the side of the ghoul, is already considered a talent for projectile weapons.

"Well, it's okay to keep the harassment going. ”

It's only been a little over six minutes since the ghouls appeared, but the tension felt like a battle that lasted for hours.

The soreness in her eyes had not completely subsided, and Mira tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around her forehead as a sweat towel to prevent sweat from affecting her vision again.

The advantage of this monster is still there, it is taller, faster, bigger, and more resilient.

But fortunately, she is not alone.

Her comrades were ready to fight, and even a dozen seconds of breathing space she had was enough to ease her overly nervous spirit.

"Come on, you ugly thing. ”

The Roan Maiden stuck her knife in the dirt for quicker access, while holding the handle of the hoe with both hands.

"Second round. ”

"Shh