Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

June 15th, 7am.

The merchants left Bogby Village under the same seeming blue skies that exited yesterday.

The faces of the merchants, whether they be lords or mercenaries, who have had enough rest in the village of Bogby, all have a bright expression.

The streets were still wet because of the rain until yesterday, but there was no obstacle to movement.

After leaving the village of Bogby, the weather was stable despite the changeable mountain weather.

However, the wind blowing from the mountains, even in the warm season of mid-June, was cold enough to cut itself off, especially at night, taking away more than I thought of the strength and strength of the mercenaries performing the sleepless turns.

Fortunately, without any raids or trouble, things went well and we arrived at the village of Millis, where we plan to stay, at 3 p.m. the following day.

Millis Village is a small pioneering village similar to Bogby Village, and after a night here, we plan to tread 30 km to Chulock Village in two days.

He nourishes his English in the village of Millis and enters his final itinerary.

Before we leave, Valeria, the captain, tells us to keep our minds together.

"We're going to be on our last itinerary. The rest is only thirty km. You'll be able to get to Chulock the day after tomorrow. But beyond that, the Devil Clan is a frequent enemy! I don't know when they're coming at me! Everyone, you'll be tired, but keep your mind together again! Then let's go!"

The road stretching east from the village of Millis was not, as before, a path in the meadows, but a narrow road through a valley-like place, sandwiched by just a cliff of cut.

The road was poorly footed and the horse had slipped his leg many times because the sun was not shining and the water was running a little.

Also, a blackish rock of the same colour as the cliff is rolling by the way, warning people passing through of the danger of falling rocks. They looked up on the cliff at times, worried about their feet, but anxiously proceeded with their horses.

(Pretty high cliffs, huh? About thirty meters, no, do you have more? If the rock falls, there won't be any. Well, we don't get attacked from both sides because we have this cliff. The only salvation is not to have to worry about being ambushed by demons if you are only alert before and after......)

The road between the cliffs ended at about 10 km and, around noon, was starting to go through the meadows again.

The narrow road, fearing falling rocks, seemed to have forced more tension than I thought, and as soon as I passed through, I was uniformly exhaling fu.

Though out on the meadows, the road was exceptionally worse than the road to the village of Millis. After passing through the narrow road, the path is narrower enough to be said to be a little more than the beast road.

For this reason, the speed of movement of the merchants had fallen to no more than 3 km/h.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, with about twelve km left to the village of Turok, the last camp will be conducted.

The camp was situated on a small hill, with a choice of places to look around. There was a spring springing clean water by the street, and it was also a place where there was no water trouble.

As usual, they circle in carriages and install more light magic props than usual.

(You're quite alert, Mr. Valeria. Is that all you're saying is that this place is dangerous)

The landscape overlooking from the top of the hill was a beautiful landscape with a series of small hills with green carpets and, by the way, white rocks protruding.

Still, the sun was high, hearing the sounds of birds like larks and the occasional winds blowing across, Ray remembered Japan's tourist destinations.

(Somehow, I feel like some karst platform. There are no large animals within sight, and it's a landscape called peace itself. I very much don't think of it as a land that needs to be vigilant so far......)

The allotted time for the sleeping shift of the fifth squad on that day shall be determined from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m.

After dinner, he took a nap and stood in his sleepless position.

The night sky had three thin moons rising as frowns, but the moonlight was weak, completely engulfed in darkness, except within the limits illuminated by the magic prop lights.

I can't even foresee ten meters away at all to Ray, the constant.

(That's darker than I thought. I can't help but think if a demon suddenly strikes me... I don't feel like I can see any extra dark spots for the demon props to be bright, but I wonder if there are any lighted demon props like searchlights and spotlights? It would be convenient...)

At 2 a.m., without the night raid I was worried about, I swapped for the next squad, and the Rays fell asleep again.

There will be a wake-up call at 6: 00 a.m. and preparations for departure will begin.

(I'm glad there was no night raid. And then we go slowly, but in about five hours, we'll be in Turok. Looks like you'll make it somehow)

Not only does Ray, but the mercenaries of the escort feel the same way, they survive a dangerous night and many have a horrible look on their face.

June 18, 7 a.m.

After breakfast, under Valeria's decree, the merchants left the camp.

The streets are as narrow as ever and continue to roam between meadow hills.

Eleven am.

Park the carriage in the square by the street and enter a small pause.

The square was a meadow sandwiched between the north and south by gentle hills, with clean streams flowing.

Though the wind was still cold and refreshing, it was burned in the strong sun of June and there was sweat on their foreheads.

When Valeria, the captain, included the fresh stream of water in his mouth, he immediately washed his face with cold water and exhaled with satisfaction.

She had been satisfied with the itinerary going smoothly over the past few days without any sign of demons.

(Looks like we'll get there safely somehow. And maybe less than five kilometers. Two hours to go...)

casually, looking north, she didn't think the sight in her eyes was a real thing. There were dozens of giant human-shaped demons there.

(Oh, what's that? Big Ghost "Auga"!

The moment she tries to issue a warning, Hamish's loud voice, Dao Jo, echoes.

"The Great Ghost" Auga "on the North Slope! A few roughly thirty! Five hundred! Everybody, take your weapons!

The words gather the gaze of the mercenaries on the north slope.

There were giant demons, orgasms, over three meters tall. And dozens of orgasms rush down the slopes of the hills as they raise the earthen smoke.

Valeria was looking at Auga and contemplating the instructions to be given to each squad.

(Auga is acting in herds. That means there could be a Grand Ghost Operator (Tamer)... and if that herd isn't all there is, it would be a dispersion of power, but I'd better get him moving while protecting the wagons in the 2nd and 4th squads... Do we have to buy time...)

"Squad 1, Squad 3, Squad 5 intercept the Auga with the Commander! Pass it on to Dougal! Squads two and four, move the wagon! There may be other orgasms out there! Tell him to protect the carriage while he's on alert!

The young mercenary said, "Roger that!," he exclaims, flying his horse toward the rear of the line.

Ray got off the horse and was about to take a break, so for a moment, he couldn't react to Hamish's voice.

(Auga? Here?

Valeria's orders came to my ear after that, and I finally returned them to me.

(I can't help standing here. But can you beat that number of augs...)

He had a spear in his hand with anxiety and was running off to join the Hamish.

Ashley heard Hamish's voice and was looking forward.

(He said it was an orga! That's thirty, too. No, isn't that more than that? Even though you have a father, can you win?

She listened to Valeria's orders,

"Guys! We're on our way to the captain! Leave the horses here! Run!"

That's what I was screaming for, I was already running out.

Stella heard Hamish scream and was immediately following Ray and Ashley.

(Aug...... dangerous enemy...... can you protect you both to me...... yeah i have to protect you......)

As she ran right behind Ashley, she was beginning to figure out how to retreat in the worst case scenario.

The mercenaries who joined Hamish stood weapons at the edge of the square to intercept the Augs.

Still, despite the distance, footsteps similar to the earthquake of the orgasms running down the hill, Dosindocin, are stuck around.

Ray had seen the giant of the Auga and was overwhelmed by its power.

(So, big... can humans win...)

He couldn't think of an august figure in his own eyes - an ugly giant covered in bristles - as a real thing.

(Sounds like a Hollywood CG... wouldn't that be a lie?

"Ray, we don't have time for this! Use whatever magic you can! Allow it!"

To Valeria's voice, Ray is drawn back to reality.

But I can't think of any effective magic.

(Magic... Will my magic work for those giants... Thunder "Gone" might work. But there's no way to beat the hell out of me. Threaten with fireworks magic? Not as good as falling, no damage...... maybe a flaming storm (Firestorm) would work somewhat, but that doesn't seem like a big deal either. Something hand, something…)

Only a sense of impatience recruits in the rays.

At that time, I felt strong solar radiation on my back and an idea flashed.

(My back is hot. Yeah? Can't we use this? Collect the sunlight...... change the refractive index of the air and make a giant lens...... how?... let the Spirit of Light gather light... then it will be the same as the Arrow of Light... let the Spirit of Wind change the density of the air... magnifying glass and mirage. If you convey these two images well......)

He suppresses feelings of impatience and confirms the image. And tell Hamish and the others to use magic.

"Captain! Captain! I'm going to use massive magic now. I don't know why it works the first time! I could get caught up in this, so please don't go too far forward!

Ray doesn't even hear their response and begins to focus the power of the Spirit on his left hand. And then slowly stick that hand out into the sky.

(Spirits of the Wind, I want you to change the density of the air. Spirits of Light, adjust the bent sunlight to where I think it is...)

Ray's left hand shines white, and from his left hand, the light shoots up towards the sky.

The condition lasts for about a minute.

In the meantime, the orgasms were approaching the mercenaries, to a hundred meters.

The mercenaries, who were about to intercept the orgasms with the thought of a decisive death, regained their arms and waited for the captain's signal to start the attack.

That's when we saw a strange sight ahead of us staring. The mercenaries who saw it also forgot the fear of death in its unusual sight, opened their mouths and looked at it as if they were frightened.

What they saw was a column of dazzling light.

Suddenly in front of the orgasms rushing down the slopes, the columns of light that appear gradually increase their glare, instead gradually darkening around the columns.

At first, the columns of light, which were more than a few m thick, were narrowed to about a few dozen cm.

Following it, just a dazzling white light becomes so brilliant that it can't stare, it begins to illuminate its surroundings.

Around the ground, where its columns of light stood, grass on the meadow began to raise white smoke, and the flames soon rose.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, a white, shining pillar of light slowly moved out, looking toward the orgasms.

It's actually moving at about ten meters per second and quite fast, but the distance and size were driving their senses crazy.

Are the orgasms unaware of the danger, or are they forbidden to stop, ignoring the pillars of light, and keep running?

And on top of the integral orga, the columns of light overlapped.

At that moment, Auga starts screaming painfully “Gwww!" and squeaking her face. A well-eyed man is screaming that black smoke is gushing from his face.

Auga fell in to roll and quickly stopped moving on the spot.

The pillar of light moves loosely to the right and to the left, regardless of the agony of the orga, etc. On its slow columns of light, the orgasms were burned one after the other.

In about twenty seconds, the number of orgasms that kept running was reduced to half - about fifteen - and more than ten bodies held their faces on the slopes and rolled around.

(In the meantime, “Solar System” worked. But the angle is too bad to use any more... but I feel like I've used quite a bit of magic... you don't have time to be tired, next time it's melee...)

His thought magic was an attack by a giant magnifying glass.

He used sunlight as a weapon, hinting at the anecdotes of Archimedes, a scientist in Siraxa.

Ray had the Spirit of the Wind alter the density of the air with a procedure to make the wind happen, and where the density of the air had changed and the sun had refracted, he had it adjusted to focus on the Spirit of Light.

Because it was an image of making a lens about thirty meters in diameter directly above me, it became a powerful hotline weapon in the hundreds of kW class, burning the orgasms.

Ray's magic disappeared and his surroundings returned to their original brightness.

In front of the mercenaries there was an unbroken figure with a few black muscles in the green meadow, and the smell of grass and meat burning in. Even the audacious Hamish to the sight had lost his voice.

But we still see the undiminished orgasms, returning to their original him.

"All right! The enemy is halfway there! Archers, start shooting! Swordsman, swordsman, keep going with me!

By Hamish's decree, Alberic and the other archers began shooting.