The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Demons, demons, demons...

Spread ahead of your gaze is a bunch of demons as far as you can see.

Goblins, cobolts, as well as medium-sized demons such as oaks and orgasms, join the herd there.

There will be five thousand bodies, even if they are quoted less.

Relative to that is the army of adventurers. A total of approximately two hundred people.

Also around them were a bunch of Knights faces that were on the city's guard, but even with that, this one had a little bit of power of three hundred.

- There's no way you can win.

Yes, we can't possibly win.

I want to protect the people who live in the city, knowing they can't win and still defend the city behind them.

With all their hearts the adventurers stood on the earth, but the fear of death cannot be deluded.

Everyone is in mourning, and the colour of sorrow is on their faces.

Depending on his fear, he forcibly suppresses his ringing back teeth and desperately continues to inspire himself in the fear of stuffing his breath as well.

Forced to light a light on his mind that seemed awkward, slapping his hands on his pale cheeks.

But the brutal reality remains the same as one.

They kept waiting for that hell of a time.

- Except for one.

There was a young man at the head of the adventurers, closing his eyelids.

The man, slightly taller than the average middle meat, has closed his eyelids and put his arms together, letting the black coat soak in the wind.

The young man's hips have a dagger wielded and a thick dictionary.

Not a single piece of protective equipment on the battlefield, just a dagger on the hips when it comes to weapons.

Being on the battlefield is just unusual. His appearance would have been a stark surprise if he had seen something unknown.

A little later, the head of the demonic flock was also visible to the adventurers.

Leading the way is to a flock of goblins and cobolts, a few oaks.

He and I are already a few hundred meters away, and he will soon clash with the lead group.

and then.

As he left a few steps ago, he turned back to the adventurers, opening the lid he had closed.

Those eyes glow shittily crimson against the black monochrome outfit.

When he bolts his head, he opens his mouth towards them.

"Uh, so far, the number of enemies is a little over 5,000. In contrast, this one is a little over three hundred. As the opponent still increases…, it will probably be nearly thirty times the difference in power"

I look directly at reality in that word, and I almost cry unexpectedly.

My legs tremble, and my hands with swords don't even need strength.

Hot blood pulses and deep fear in your heart casts a shadow.

- But the youth said before them.

"Well, isn't that a big number, haha"

Everyone looks up in unison at his words laughing lightly.

When he sees it and fishes up the edge of his mouth, he turns to the herd again.

One step, one step, and another.

As he walks, he begins his magical chant.

Ten seconds later the opponent's head was already at hand, and the leading goblins mocked him when they saw him looking defenseless - though.

"'Blizzard'!

- Moments, immense magic is unleashed.

The magic unleashed with immense cold air is sprayed on the demons in front of them, knocking them down into an ice prison that will not be remembered forever.

- "Blizzard".

Derivation of water attributes, advanced magic.

The magic swallowed up the opponent's first moments and wiped out the herd with ease and ice.

That number is roughly - six hundred.

The demons after the Second Battalion don't think of it. They stop walking and pale, and their hearts are distracted by fear.

By contrast, when he saw it, he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, guys! Let's move on! Let's show him what human intent is!

- A few days later.

There was some news all over the world.

It's a small town in a kingdom - about the battles that took place there.

Over tens of thousands of demons, compared to a little over three hundred on this side.

What a ridiculous story to say, which also involves a desperate difference in power, flipping it over and keeping the ultimate damage to unlimited zero.

It is also said that almost all of the merits are in the hands of one adventurer.

When he heard the story, some were surprised, some were interested, some moved to take in the person, some made measures to use it, and some laughed with their noses that it was such an idiot.

The only thing I know for sure is that the person is obvious.

Adventurer, Gin-Crashbell.

Two names - "Executor".

Though he is a stray from another world.

- A true ancestor of the Vampire Clan.