The troops were left alone.

The Ida Ranger silently set up his gun at the sniper spot he hastily chosen.

The task given to him by the prophet must be completed.

He looked into the distance, and his trained eyes, which were especially sharp among the spirits, could clearly see the heads of people in the distant streets, and it was easy to distinguish the details that were not related to humans.

He tried to stabilize his mind and focus on his task, but he couldn't.

He was the only one left in the army that came to this world through the network.

He now has no vehicles, no support, no companions. This is not terrible, he is a ranger, a wanderer, he should have been accustomed to walking alone and wandering the stars with only a few supplies, he is highly skilled, and he should have been able to accomplish his task well in any situation.

But he was afraid—not because of the enemy he was facing, but because he had not succeeded in recognizing the enemy so far.

The Prophet might have been able to break through the bloody mist, but she was the first to die in the ranks. At that time, there were tribal warriors guarding her, and she herself was a skilled hand in battle, and they had just passed through the portal in stealth, and no one thought that something would happen. But, just a mistaken eye, a coincidence that everyone didn't happen to be looking in that direction, the Prophet disappeared from where she was supposed to be.

No one found out what the hell was going on. This made them vigilant and cautiously tried to look for any suspicious traces in the vicinity, but found nothing. It wasn't until five minutes later that the Prophet reappeared silently as she had gone.

In a broken and blasphemous way.

This caused the team to fall into a brief panic, and the other members began to argue. They weren't sure how it had happened, and they couldn't decide whether they should continue the mission. As far as the Ranger himself was concerned, he was pretty sure it was an ominous omen: it had nothing to do with the waves of fate circulating in subspace, but simply because it was a clear indication that an unknown and powerful entity existed in their vicinity, and that it was not friendly to their arrival.

He believes that whether they are moving forward or backward, they should leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. He made this suggestion, and the people in the team were nervous but still sane, so the correct suggestion was quickly agreed. They had to take a moment to retrieve the Prophet's Soul Stone - it was harder than they thought it would be to find the correct place to install the Soul Stone from the unrecognizable pile of blood, scrap of flesh, and armor fragments - and then they left as a group, only to find that there were two more people missing from the group as they counted.

An even more heated quarrel broke out in the ranks that lacked a decisive leader. Some believe that they should find their lost companions and at least recover the soul stones, while others believe that this proves that they are not welcome here, and that they should leave immediately.

In any case, this incident once again proved to everyone that the situation was serious, and the second quarrel was more intense but also shorter. After only thirty-four seconds, they decided to continue the mission and moved forward to leave the hidden cavern where the portal was located. But when they reached the exit of the cave, they found the two missing men in the group.

They were threaded on poles, their flesh blurred, their limbs crushed, their flesh rolled to expose the bones underneath, their abdomen cut open, their internal organs removed, and then deliberately twisted back into their incorrect positions, their faces stripped and their eyes gouged out. They have signs of struggle on them, and apparently they were all alive at the time of all this. All those who traveled with them observed a moment of silence for the tragic plight of the two compatriots, and recovered their soul stones. Then they were ready to step on the vehicle and set off to leave—

- This time, there are four fewer people in the ranks.

It's pretty straightforward, as there are two Wind Catcher jets parked alone.

They finally panicked because of it. This time, instead of arguing and waiting, they chose to set off immediately. They jumped onto their vehicles and rushed into the vast plains of Jestar. They thought they would be able to get rid of the unknown monster, but—

The Ranger took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now he was the only one left.

In this case, the reason why he still chooses to continue the mission is actually very simple and realistic: his vehicle is destroyed, and he is obviously much closer to the mission objective than the network door, and he judges that the survival rate of his return will be very low.

In fact, if he insists on completing the mission, his survival rate is obviously not very good, but that will at least succeed in eradicating a variable for the future. He didn't think he was afraid of death, but he feared that his life would disappear so inexplicably, and until then, he would not be able to relay information and intelligence back to the Ark world from which he had come from, nor would he be able to successfully complete the mission given by the Prophet.

Driven by this fear, he raised his Ranger rifle and aimed it precisely at the crowd in the distance.

Before coming to this place of the dead, everyone in the party shared a vague vision from the Prophet: a small human girl, orange-haired, and small in stature. It was a source of danger that they had to eradicate - he didn't know why a little human girl who looked ordinary could be a "source of danger," but he trusted the prophet's judgment, and that was enough. For the sake of the galaxy, he had to do it.

The girl stood defenselessly on the edge of the crowd, stopping where she was, just talking to her friend. He knew that the girl had not noticed him a kilometer away.

It should have been an easy task. He thought. Then force yourself to calm down again.

The weather was fine, the vision was good, there was no haze in the air or suspended dust that could deflect light, and a little breeze could not interfere with the trajectory of the energy weapon. Ida Ranger gently inhales, exhales, inhales - he realizes that this position is not a foolproof sniper point: too close, too obvious, and easy to reveal the position. But he believes that the skills he has honed to perfection can make up for these small shortcomings.

If you can defeat the enemy in one hit, of course, you don't have to think about what you will do if the opponent chooses to counterattack.

The Ida Ranger commanded himself one last time to calm down, focus, and then fully focused his mind on the one thing he was aiming for.

A second later, he pulled the trigger.

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+ He's going to do it. +

+ Understood. +

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Rika Fujimaru pushed away Aelita beside her.

She'd faced the Elves in the Illusion, and she knew how fast they were. On her own, she could barely keep up with their swift movements—the ones she had developed under the guidance of many of the Chaldean Servants.

Sevita ran away with the girl, and at the same time, Rika Fujimaru knew that she couldn't stand up to this opponent on her own.

Even if there is only one, the Elves are just as dangerous.

-Otnauslinki exoskeleton start-up-

-Human Philosophy Foundation Continued-

-Lingji Portrait Selection-

-Established Concept・Upload-

-Hypothesis Proof・Completion-

- You can't catch up!

The turquoise light flowed like a breath through the seams of the exoskeleton, and the premonition honed by the long wandering between life and death shouted in her mind. Fujimaru Rika decisively chose to conform to her roaring premonition, and slightly changed the technique that was about to take shape:

-Aether Configuration・Projection-

-Concept Extraction: Akhilleus Kosmos-

The shield emerged from the void, and in that moment, the grip and strap fit naturally and tightly into her hands and arms. She followed her instinct and raised her hand to her right, feeling a slight vibration in the next moment.

It didn't feel like what she had expected, but it didn't hurt. Rika Fujimaru has this confidence.

Achilles' shield is a very small replica of a world by Hephaestus, the god of fire, and as a piece of armor that holds the concept of "world", its defensive power is undoubtedly top-notch. Even if it is not developed in a magical sense, its physical defense as a Noble Phantasm can rival that of a world. And what it wants to defend now, there is a high probability that it will not be able to penetrate it.

No matter how strong the penetration of single-molecule crystals or thin wires is, they are still used in mass production of individual weapons for the army. Such a single weapon, of course, cannot destroy an entire world.

However, although there were no problems with the defense, the feeling of the shield told Rika Fujimaru that she was not hit by those two weapons.

There was a little scream of terror from the crowd, and Rika Fujimaru immediately lowered the shield that blocked the view, looked around and looked for the enemy's location. This action led her to discover the source of the crowd's screams: not that there was an alien presence in the city that should not have appeared here, but that a heavy sculpture on the façade of the third floor of the building in front of her had been abruptly cut off by some force, and was crumbling in a dangerous posture with a dangerous sound of stone breaking.

It can't hit people. Rika Fujimaru judged so. The crowd had begun to push and dodge slightly, but no one panicked too much as the situation seemed to be under control. Instead of thinking about rescue, she was able to focus on the fracture that seemed to have been melted, and then found a poisonous needle and a slight scorch mark on the shield in her hand.

Energy weapon, equipped with a poison needle. She thought calmly in the midst of a boiling voice. The poison needle remained on the shield, and the energy was bounced away from the reflectivity of the smooth shield. Here's how it happened. And the Eldar weapons that fit this description—

Rika Fujimaru looked into the distance. The slightest impact from the poison needle on the shield gave her the perfect direction of the trajectory.

Through her magically enhanced eyes, she saw the figure of the Spirit Ranger.

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- It can't be!

The Spirit Ranger looked in shock at the unharmed girl in the distance, and the shield that had somehow appeared in her hand.

How exactly did she pre-react? How does she know when I'm going to shoot? And where did her shield come from? She—

- She's found it!

It's not a foolproof sniper spot, but being spotted so quickly by an opponent is still beyond his expectations. He knew he should now shift his position and move to the next sniper point, but in that case, it would be clear that his target would blend into the crowd and mud into the sea. The Ranger is the only one left, and there is no prophet who can point out the possible location of his target - and what if it is discovered? The human girl obviously didn't have a long-range shooting weapon in her hand!

If he could still think calmly, he must have realized that a shield had just inexplicably appeared in his target's hand; If he could have thought calmly, he would have adopted a more cautious and prudent sniping strategy, but he couldn't. He didn't know when any invisible slaying monster would catch up with him, and arrogantly thought that this task should have been easy-

He made the wrong decision: he was going to pull the trigger again on the spot.

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-Ether Configuration・Confirmation-

-Subspace Entity Spawning-

-Lingji Embedding Beginning-

-Registration No. 60 Orion-

O moon goddess, lend me power.

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She- what did she come up with? Is that...... Bow and arrow? What the hell is she going to do with that inefficient weapon that should only be on display in a museum?

The Spirit Ranger was puzzled.

It was his last thought before he was killed in a volley comparable to a ballistic missile.