Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 153.2
At my provocation, several men and women, who couldn’t stand the “anxiety”, jumped out from the crowd, howling.
They were frightened. Bewildered. What was the point of being angry if they got out of control?
A swirling slash type pendulum sliced right across the line of sight of the man in the lead.
My dagger slips past him and penetrates the woman under the chin and into her brain, who stopped dead in her tracks.
Increased Concentration. With my level 4 [Detection] and battle instincts, I read even the flow of air on my skin, and while dodging the spear approaching from behind me like a creaking whip, I grabbed the spear, pulled it back, and kicked the cat-beastman holding it in the face with my steel-plated heel, shattering it.
Then, closing the distance at once, I slit the neck of the mature dog-beastman and hurled the heavy type pendulum down on the skull of the fat middle-aged woman who was behind him.
The blood of the slain beastmen in mere seconds turned the dry earth to mud.
I jumped into the swarm without waiting for the beastmen, using my physical strength assigned to my agility value, causing the wave of beastmen that had surrounded me to break.
There was an old tactic in that woman’s “knowledge,” a tactic of killing the first one miserably to strike fear into the rest. That’s what I did.
Even a Rank 1 or no Rank could be caught in that wave and be torn apart in a blink of an eye. I let the instinctive fear of facing death sink into the back of their minds and confronted the swarm of beasts with tight physical control, as if I were walking on a blade.
As I plunged into the crowd, slash and heavy type pendulums circled around me, splitting the necks and shattering the skulls of the beastmen who carelessly approached me, and the black knives inflicted fatal wounds to those lucky enough to close in.
A “Blood barrier”–an area where fear dulls the will and creates a void around my circling pendulums as.
Herd hunting was a “survival” tactic to efficiently defeat a powerful enemy.
Batir said they were a herd and an individual, but how many of them would sacrifice themselves to keep the herd alive?
Were they prepared to do so if they chose the herd to survive? Those few who were prepared were the first to jump out and be killed by me.
But fear in excess must not be overdone. Too much fear could paralyze the mind and lead to desperation. A little hope was the true fear. Conscious of the line of fear, I pushed through the waves that surrounded me, kicked in the wooden doors of the windows in the surrounding shacks, and jumped into them.
I could not do this with hostages taken. If I tried any tactic, Batir would try to use the hostage to block my movements.
But there were no more shackles to bind me. If hunting in packs was their survival tactic, I would show them how to fight for their survival by individually hunting a pack.
someone shouts, quickly coming to his senses as I escaped from the crowd.
The fear of being killed unilaterally was masked by the superiority of sheer numbers. But as if to remind them that this is an illusion, a general-purpose pendulum pierces the brow of a man who tried to chase me from the same window.
A renewed sense of fear swept over the group. Nevertheless, I slit the necks of those who had followed me into the shack with precision in the darkness, killing them with certainty.
They jump out of a different window before the shack was surrounded, and break in through the windows of another shack. Then those who followed the “relatively able-bodied” were slaughtered in the darkness.
Cats tend to be more sensitive to the dark, while canines could detect their enemies by scent.
However, as “subhumans” rather than wild beasts, they relied on sight for the majority of their information.
If their rank were high, they would be able to sense danger before moving, but with their low level of magical control, they could not switch to night vision at a moment’s notice, and when they were lured from under the brightest sun to an unlit room, they could do nothing in the darkness and lost their lives.
When I could no longer remember how many I killed over and over again, sensing that the number of my pursuers was dwindling, I kicked through the rotting ceiling and climbed to the roof.
The beastmen, seeing me, were once again approaching with renewed vigor. But I didn’t wait for them, and leaped out with all my strength towards the crowd of more than a hundred beasts.
As I soared through the air, several offensive magic attacks were fired at me, as if they were waiting for the moment I would emerge.
Fundamentally, beastmen were not good at attribute magic, but they boasted a body suited to melee combat and were by no means unskilled at it, like that shadow master Rada.
Even if the number was low as a percentage of the total number, attack magic could be deadly, even if the speed of activation was difficult. I have been “exposed” to the sky.
I confirmed the magician who had not come out in the open for fear of misfiring until now with the thought acceleration, and I evaded the incoming [fire arrows] and [flying debris] attack magic with a minimum of [magic shield], changing my stance with a kicking motion in the air and twisting myself around to avoid it.
The beastmen were upset to see me evade a special attack that should have been unavoidable.
At that moment, I scattered the powder I had prepared with my life magic [Wind], and the beastmen who were exposed to it let out a scream.
What I used was not poison. It was a kind of spice similar to pepper found in this region, ground to a powder.
It was used in the cuisine of the region and was available to anyone with money. It was a mere stimulant, effective only in inducing sneezing and tearing, but effective for beastmen, whose senses of sight and smell were more sensitive than those of other races.
I covered my mouth with the shawl I had rolled up around my neck, closed my eyes, and dove into the crowd of beastmen.
A few of my body shaped magic elements run through the beastmen crowd.
The beastmen, temporarily deprived of their sense of sight and smell, had had several of their comrades killed, their regulated fear had reached its limit, and they were so frightened by the presence of the “enemy” running by that they finally began to fight each other.
There were level 3 and 4 dark magic such as [Fear] and [Confusion], but [Illusion] was more economical.
The beastmen were slashed with knives and machetes, beaten down with clubs and hammers, and fell.
There was no longer a swarm hunting prey as individuals, and I, who had determined the enemy only by their presence among the swarms that were killing each other, cut them down one after another, killing the magicians that I had confirmed.
“– Ga, [Gust]!”
The magician, who had been missing from my perception, blasted the spice powder away. At that moment, I, who had applied physical reinforcement to my body to be closer to my maximum agility, jumped and stabbed that cat-beast woman to death with my dagger, and around me, wounded beastmen were looking at me in their frightened eyes.
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