My First Trip was to Another World

I lost the timing of my departure because of Corey. Surrounded by massive security and interrogators and miscellaneous fish clerics. Plus, definitely increase the number more than the first.

Absolutely Corey took him. This guy sucks.

The guards assembled from outside the hole in the wall and were surrounded.

Corey suddenly shouted as he seemed to finally notice the approaching guard.

"Whoops! It's a chase! I'll get away with it!

It's too late to notice...

Corey ran out refreshed, but security is already waiting ahead.

Let's make sure we get out of here. I want to clean up the miscellaneous fish first. Shoot the magic of intimidation to eliminate the weak ones. There's nothing for cluttered fish that can't be avoided. Only dealing with the strong guy who dodged it is enough.

However, there are a lot of people this time anyway. I feel like I've seen it all the time, and I think there's over a hundred of them. Either way, if you're picking a target, that'll take a lot of time.

The magic of this intimidation, the designation of targets, is not mandatory. I'm just trying to make sure no harm is done to irrelevant people. There are no irrelevant people around here right now, so let's go with intimidating drooling without specifying a target.

Party members and Lumia can resist with the effect of the bracelet they usually wear. Mr. Bonanza can probably avoid it at his leisure, too.

"After the intimidation, launch the attack. Get ready."

Instruct him to do so and activate the magic of intimidation. Intimidation struck every creature in the area of validity. With the bracelet resist working, the party members are safe.

When I saw Mr. Bonanza, I brought it back up as soon as I could. There is no appearance of using healing magic props. He resisted just because of his temper. Seriously...... If that's possible, we need to rethink how this magic works.

Confirming the guards again, the number had been greatly reduced. The healing magic item didn't seem ready for the number of people. There are about twenty of us standing right now.

"Ugh... that strange technique again! You, you can't forgive a three-time act of sabotage to a church! I'll execute you immediately!

Suddenly an execution is a mess...... not often? It's one wall today, so if you don't count, I broke it twice, okay?

"Wait. It's not me..."

So I swallowed the words. I almost accidentally said, "It's not me mixed up". It's like confessing, "It's me the other two times." Danger, danger.

"In this circumstance, do we still hang up the sleigh! The sin of destroying the Church twice and further conspiring with Coley to destroy the Church from within! Atonement for death!

Wow. It's supposed to be Corey's people.

"Seriously, I don't know that. Because he's irrelevant. Please don't come with me."

Corey? I'm moronic about the magic of intimidation and passed out. Honestly, I'm in the way, and it would help if you stayed asleep.

"Don't be ridiculous! What's the purpose!

You don't have ears to listen to. Is excuse impossible...... I just got involved with Corey, and I've got one more guilty plea. Well, no way.

While I was talking to one interrogator, the battle had begun. I'm left alone when I realize it. In the middle of a conversation, is that enough? Beating the Inquisitor in the face with an iron stick, the mask broke and fell in.

"Okay. Shall we go home?"

When I rang to leave this place, I heard someone yelling.

"Wait, no! You think you can go home like this!

When I looked into the place where my voice spoke, a familiar cleric stood on the other side of the fallen collie.

He's a fucking cleric one day. I don't know his name. I remember he was a pretty frustrating guy. Looks like a few others are hiding.

When I hit him silently, a cleric jumped out of the side to shelter the fucking cleric. I took a direct hit of the iron stick I shook and swept away.

When the fucking cleric stepped aside, he continued talking blindly to the cleric who sheltered him.

"We're the ones who picked you up as a lowlife, not even an apostle. You ungrateful wretches. Worth dying for."

It's as fucking frustrating as ever. Just keep the conversation going. The discomfort index is climbing.

"Are you out of your mind? I've never had church help. I've been in the way of my actions many times.

The Church is the culprit who brought us into this world, a group of selfish, self-centered motherfuckers, right? There's no way I'm grateful. "

"He said he let you live because of it... you ungrateful trash"

Beyond the limits of patience. I transferred my sword tip and put it in the face of a fucking cleric. Clean hit, but recovered quickly with healing demon props.

The beating made me calm down a little, and I just got to understand the fucking cleric's thoughts a little bit.

Maybe the fucking cleric was going to kill me on summons day. He thinks he's grateful he let him live. Seriously, that's shit.

"You'll be the garbage. How can I grow up and think like that? I don't think you have the same intelligence as me. Are either of your parents goblins?

If you mean human and goblin halves, you can manage to convince me. Because goblins in this world are a lot of idiots.

"Shut up!"

The fucking cleric threw the mace he had at me yelling. When I received it, I broke it and threw it away.

The fucking cleric who saw it took the mace away from the cleric who was falling nearby and went on to say it.

"A lowly born man doesn't seem to know respect for a noble man. I still don't deserve this world. That's why I told you to finish it early."

The fucking cleric stuck Mace to the ground with a frustrating face.

Perhaps some fucking clerics think the earth is inferior to this world. For this guy, the apostolic summons is to raise the apostolate from an inferior world to a noble world. It would be an act from pure goodwill.

But the basis of this good will is the idea of a rotten church. That I'm making you so obstinate should have been thinking strangely for quite some time. It means that Lumia has been rotting since she was doing God.

Complain as you send Lumia a gaze of condemnation.

"What kind of guidance would this be?

"Ah... I'm sorry. My influence is not strong...... Where I said something, nothing will change"

Lumia shrugged sorry.

If you ask me, there are quite a few things God can do. Just a few words to some followers. That's awkward. My plans go crazy. Let's think about demonic props to solve it.

I wonder if there's any way to think about the church. When a skewed mindset of humans gathers, skew accelerates. I guess this notion is common sense within the Church that we have developed over time.

Keep talking like this, but there's nothing good about it. Let's get this over with. It's troublesome if you get in the way any more.

"I'll take care of the fucking clergy, so we'll all get out of here."

Surrounded by fallen clerics, the scaffolding is very bad. From here to the road, I asked for the task of removing people who are rolling and in the way. There seem to be a few other clerics lurking around, so I'll leave their elimination to you too.

"Let him go!

A fucking cleric hits Claire for trying to pass nearby.

"I'm your opponent."

Beat him in the stomach with an iron stick. The fucking cleric distorted his face in pain, but quickly recovered with a healing demon prop. This magic trick is getting in the way.

The magic props of healing are the same as those Mr. Bonanza has. Small piece of metal like a dog tag. It is worn on the left arm in the form of a bracelet for immediate start-up.

Let's strip off the healing magic props first.

As I approached him suddenly and grabbed his left arm, he poked me in the stomach with a mace and shook me away. Apparently the aim is being read. And surprisingly, it looks like you're used to fighting.

Target your left shoulder with a metastatic sword. A swinging iron stick slipped into the shoulder of a fucking cleric who was away. I thought if I grabbed the healing magic prop on this suki... the fucking cleric was quicker than I acted and grabbed the healing magic prop in.

The healing magic item is held by hand when used. Not since you did the damage......

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Suddenly, I heard voices in my head. Same as when the Apostolic Summoning Ceremony went wild. You're not supposed to be using that much magic today. My head hurts so badly.

I am aware of the pain and can't concentrate on the fight. Waving the iron stick appropriately, it hit the left elbow of the fucking cleric. His arm bent in an uncontaminated direction and his hand opened. Chance. Tear away the healing magic.

At that moment, he was also attacked by terrible dizziness. I should have been in good health. Magic is healing as well. Yet it's dizziness and nausea, like when magic is depleted. Consciousness is distant. I've tried using healing magic, but it doesn't work.

"............ da......"

I can't stop hearing voices in my head. The battle is not over yet. I feel pretty awkward. Physical strengthening is also unstable. The movement is also dull and the opponent's movement is not well seen.

I can't move my body the way I think. The attack of a fucking cleric hits. Two arms, shoulders, flank and one hit after the other. There should be severe pain, but I don't feel that at all. It's like it's not my body.

You noticed my anomaly, and I saw everyone coming for cover. That's all I've been able to do properly.

Body freedom doesn't work. But my body is moving. It felt as if I was watching it overlooking.

I threw down the iron stick and took out Matchett in a calm manner. That is not a weapon to use against a human opponent. "Get your hands off Matchett!" This thought does not reach my body.

"I've been waiting for this time..."

The sound in my head can now be heard clarity. That's the voice I remember hearing somewhere... It's a tall woman's voice.

"I can finally be free......"

I have no idea what you're talking about. My body, moreover, kept moving in defiance of my will.

The fucking cleric mutilates the mace he has, and he goes straight on and hits the fucking cleric. I don't care if he dies, but I'm sorry I killed him. I don't feel well. A swinging down Machete reaches a fucking cleric, at that moment. Leeds' iron stick hit the fucking cleric clean.

Mr. Lily hangs on the chase to the fucking cleric who was swept away. It took two to get bogged down.

My body still won't let Matchett go. All the people who stood in the way defeated them. We should disarm them immediately. This thought, too, still doesn't arrive.

Everyone is desperate to scream, but that voice is not heard so far. My body keeps moving on its own so that I can be manipulated by something.

My body, lost sight of the enemy, was attacked by Leeds, who was nearby. Leeds fights back with a kick, taking it with an iron stick. I got a kick in the side belly and fluttered.

There's Luna ahead. My Matchett caught Luna in range. A sharp poke strikes Luna.

Shortly before he stabbed me, Mr. Bonanza popped Luna and stepped out in front of me. My Machete pierces Mr. Bonanza's belly.

"Hey... what are you doing..."

Mr. Bonanza shrugged powerlessly, slowly closing his eyes.

I still have a bad feeling about piercing meat in my arms. Looks like body freedom is finally back here.

"Sorry! I'll make him recover immediately!

As soon as we pulled through Matchett, Luna rushed and hung the healing magic on Mr. Bonanza.

Mr. Bonanza lost consciousness, but he was just stabbed in the stomach. I don't think it's a major injury. Let's see how it goes.