The World of Masks

Evenings in the ruins had their own scenery. You hear grumbling, constantly turning to see if there are any reluctant bones buried at the bottom. But Jack was not a bad dragonfly. The fluffy sand was laid as a spring in the bed. The feel of the sand in the square was fresh.

Today's sentry hour was late at dawn. Luckily, I was on the last sentry detail. I felt lighter thinking that I could sleep well without waking up in the middle. Human, I truly realized that even the smallest things can make me feel happy. Today, I close my eyes to see the stars embroidered in the night sky in splendor. The moonlight and starlight shining faintly through the eyelids were not so good.

After that, it was a typical and boring march day. All I can see is the endless wasteland. I have already seen the moon rise five times in the sun, but the surrounding landscape is not that different. According to Naidan, the number of desolations and ruins that are difficult for humans to live in is increasing as the Demon King appeared to the north.

'By the way, boy, you said this place was quite north.'

I remember Walton grumbling when he died. If he's right, it means that the Holy Neutral City itself, which he started, is relatively closer to the Demon King's stronghold than anywhere else. Then the surrounding barren environment was well understood.

'It's not so different from the desert.'

I saw a group of beasts running through the horizon to see if life had survived. It was so far away that I couldn't see very well, but I wondered if there were any gazelle-like creatures. I stare at the beasts with interesting eyes. Soon after the appearance of the beasts had completely disappeared beyond the horizon, Jack turned his gaze back to the front.

What ended with everyone's boredom happened that night. That night, I did my physical labor, and then lay there with my clothes on. It was about the time I slowly lost myself on a horse that squeezed its eyelids while looking up at the night sky for about 10 minutes.

Profit.

The whistle hits your eardrum. Jack opens his eyes. Remove the shroud that was covering, raise your torso, and remove the long sword from the bracelet. The pale day shone in the moonlight. You grab the grip tightly on the longsword and raise yourself up. The area is already full of bushy noises. The mercenaries who got up first are very nervous with their armor on. The merchants fled to the most central area, and the servants and slaves were awakening those who were still wandering in their dreams.

"What's going on?"

The leader walks to the sentry who sent the signal. The guard on the cart, looking over at the Wasteland, frowns.

"Monsters."

Immediately, the tension that was increasing slowly expanded like it was going to explode. The frozen leader jumps onto the cart and stands next to the guard. The darkness obstructs your vision. However, it was possible to distinguish the shape of the moon from the light of the stars, which was shining in the sky.

It appears to be about four feet tall, and something is slowly approaching the muscle tone that is slowing down to over two meters in height. The leader raises his right hand. As you move your finger a few times, the mercenaries who were watching the leader in silence move frantically. The total number of mercenaries is 12. Arithmetically, there were three people each. The trio of mercenaries tightly grasps their weapons and watches the monsters in the dark with tense eyes.

Glug. Glug.

An annoying sound echoes through your ears. It seemed like joy to find food, and it seemed like a cry of anger when I found something I didn't like. Obviously, it was never in their favor.

Just... shut up.

At the sound of his teeth slamming, Jack looks at you. The man who wears the same pair is trembling. Apparently, he was an F class mercenary who handled errands like himself.

'Damn it.'

Jack grumbles into his heart. I can't believe you're such a torturer. Fortunately, the other was a class C mercenary leader with only one party. He was probably the best, so he took on two heavy-F mercenaries.

"· · · · · · · · Cadillac."

I hear the leader's voice in tension.

"I'm not a particularly cautious monster, but as a monster, strength and stamina are no joke. However, agility tends to drop, so if you attack carefully, you won't be able to eat easily."

As the leader continued to speak, the monster, Cadillac, was steadily approaching them. I hear a drool somewhere. You are now close enough to see Cadillac's ugly appearance. It was an ugly face with frowny eyes.

"Hey, boss. You don't fight with a cart as a shield, do you?"

"What can I do with five carts? Keeping it as a barrier is just in case you get any sleep. That cart is our prize to escort with the merchants. We can't use it as a shield unless it's a real life crisis."

"Ha · · · But don't use it as a barrier when sleeping."

"That's in case the guards don't even get a signal and get ambushed. 'Cause that's when the real life is at stake. If you'll excuse me, I have to meet you in person in case you're not ambushed."

"Ha · · · · · · · But · · ·!"

"Oh, my God!"

You hear an annoying voice behind you. The user is not a leader. Just turn your eyes slightly to look at the target. He wasn't in his group, he was another D-rank mercenary.

"Hey, you idiot. Did you become a mercenary to play games? This son of a bitch is talking nonsense everywhere. You want to use the escort as a shield? Are you out of your mind? You shouldn't have become a mercenary if you were so desperate for your life. You must be mistaken. The only thing that matters to us right now is the lives of the merchants, and the second thing that matters is the product you want to use as a shield, and the last thing you want to do, you son of a bitch!"

'Good talk once.'

High rank mercenaries had different experience accumulated. Be nervous, but do not be overwhelmed by more fear than is necessary. They were definitely pros.

'Compared · · · · · · · ·.'

Jack raises his objection to the leader and looks at the mercenary who took a shot or insulted a Class D mercenary. It was a pretty familiar face. He was a class F mercenary like Jack himself, just like the one trembling next to him. The mercenary's face is pale enough to be clearly distinguished in the dark. I felt like the fear of the situation and the insults I heard from my senior caused a synergistic reaction. The majority of mercenaries glance at the mercenary once. His eyes were filled with a feeling of pity. Perhaps his own eyes will not be different. There's only one mercenary who hasn't looked at it as pathetic. You're just a frenzied class F mercenary, swaying around you.

"Damn it! Those punks."

You hear a grumbling voice behind you. I felt empathy for him, even though he was new.

"Remember, we must march in trinity! Defeat them and help your comrades right next door!"

As soon as the leader said so, the slow-approaching monsters started racing in unison. There was definitely no agility in that movement. I didn't run very fast. But the heavy, thumping body was clearly under enormous pressure.

Kure.

"Hiic!"

A small F-rank mercenary next to the monster's cry screams. He really only took a breath.

Each one of Joe's most skilled mercenaries rushes out. They are lures to keep them from clumping together and lure them to their own joints. Skilled mercenaries attack monsters with agile movements that show what makes them different.

Rrrrgh!

Cadillac's big, thick hands cut the air. It was still some distance away, but it was a terrifying force to be heard here. The mercenaries who ran to the bait didn't attack too hard. Even when attacking, you use as much force as you can to deal with a sudden attack. The goal is to lure Cadillacs to their senses. Through the efforts of the baits, the Cadillacs begin to move to the place where the other crew awaits, following the baits that are touching their nerves.

“Prepare!”

Jack holds out his sword and poses himself at the words of the running leader with a Cadillac.