Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 153.3
At that moment, Batir, who was on the terrace of the mansion, stood up and raised his voice.
At the sound of his voice, they saw a momentary glimmer of hope – and at the same time, fear and trepidation – emerge from the wounded beastmen.
A visible killing intent was released from the back of the mansion.
The roar of a beast, trembling with joy.
The sound of chains being torn to shreds, and the huge presence released.
What broke through the front door and windows of the mansion and appeared in the sunlight were four bear-like beastmen, clad in bizarre, gigantic muscles.
“…You’ve done it, woman. Tooth brothers, kill this woman!!!”
Batir, directing his teeth-clenched hatred, still smiled distorted to show his superiority, and at the sound of his voice the beastmen, called the Tooth Brothers, screamed with glee at the smell of blood.
I see…Batir had such a hidden weapon at his disposal.
He may look like a bear because his bloated muscles make him look like a bear, but he was probably a cat type beastman originally. And possibly…drugged and deprived of reason.
Like the Gord in the assassin’s guild, they were drugged to enhance and further drugged to bind their nearly collapsed psyches.
The fighting strength of the four was around 1,000….but they most likely were forced to raise only Taijutsu to give them a fighting strength as high as Rank 4.
At Batir’s command, the Tooth brothers charged at me with claws and fangs without weapons.
I narrowed my eyes at them and gently pointed my fingertips at them as they approached.
The “strength” my master and I sought was simple.
All the strength was raised equally. But in this world where life was cheap, it was common practice to increase one ability in order to gain power faster than anyone else.
Only magic. Only melee weapons. Concealment alone…they could all become weapons in their own right if they were mastered. That was why people spared no effort to turn the situation to their advantage, and under such circumstances, they showed unparalleled strength.
Nowadays, even the adventurers’ guilds and assassins’ guilds put the highest priority on developing a single skill and scorned those who tried to do more than one thing, calling them mediocre.
Sure, having all the low-level skills didn’t make you stronger, just more weapons. To defeat a strong enemy on the battlefield, you had to put your life on the line.
On the battlefield, however, things could be different. Master, who was forced to fight against the many in every situation, sought real and stable strength.
The power to destroy the enemy. The ability to evade the enemy’s attacks. Magic that improved one’s strength through recovery and attacks.
Forged sorcery that increased continuous combat power by giving high magical power. Trained Detection and Concealment skills to increase survivability.
Master, whose heart was pressured by the Magic Stone in her heart, was unable to master close combat. But I was different. I trained evenly in the skills I had chosen to adopt from the beginning, and the skills that were trained improved other skills.
Master and I considered the most important skill among those skills to be [magic power manipulation].
All skills were controlled by magic power. It increased the power of the fighting techniques and affected the accuracy of the physical enhancements. Needless to say, in magic, even Concealment and Detection skills would be greatly affected.
I was lucky that my one skill that reached level 5 was Magic Power Manipulation.
It was also the reason that my physical enhancements were more strength and agility oriented, so that Taijutsu and non-attribute magic would reach the limit of level 4.
I was lucky.
I was provided the opportunity to gain that power.
I shall obtain true power here: —-
The magical control that reached level 5 enabled the use of magic on multiple enemies at the same time.
All four of the Tooth brothers stop moving at once. In a second or two of time… my eyes, which see the magical element, confirmed that their physical reinforcement was released, and their defenses were lowered.
My peach blonde hair turned a grayish-iron color like burnt iron, and my physical abilities were doubled.
All of that enhancement was allocated to muscle strength and speed, and the four pendulums released, a general-purpose type – a slashing type – a scythe type – a heavy type, shot like bullets through the skull of the Tooth brothers, whose defenses were momentarily lowered by their proximity, cutting through their throat to their windpipe, slashing deep into their neck, and crushing their skulls.
Blood splattered in a doubled thought acceleration, and the Toothless brothers, unable to comprehend anything, collapsed with white eyes.
In the silence, as if time had stopped on the battlefield, a faint noise made them realize that it was the beastmen retreating, and they dropped the weapons in their hands, their faces twitching with fear and despair, and the remaining hundred or so beastmen pushed their friends aside and began to flee.
[The Tooth brothers were killed?]
[I’ve never heard of fighting a monster like this! [Move!]]
[Get out of the way! Get out of the way!]
The beastmen, who have lost the meaning of the group, run for their lives.
I exhaled from the mental and physical exhaustion of the attack, shook off the sweat dripping from my peach blonde hair, which started to return to its original color, and pointed the black knife in my hand at the remaining enemies.
“Is this the last of your cards? Batir.”
Batir, who shook himself angrily at my words of provocation, grabbed the two hatchets with hate in his eyes and put his feet up on the terrace railing.
“…You little bastard, I’ll personally tear your guts out!”
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