11. Proc
“Gashbee.”
Rem spat and twirled the ax in his hand as if performing a trick.
I lost track of the hawk’s claws or eyes a little while ago.
I felt bad, like I didn’t clean my behind after something big happened.
‘I don’t know how long it’s been since I had a failed hunt.’
The bowman was quick-witted and quick on his feet.
As soon as he felt his presence, he vomited.
The arrows that bounced around were sharp.
Rem stroked the trace of the arrow that had grazed her left side with her hand.
There are no injuries. However, I tried to completely avoid it, but I failed.
If you mess up, you suck.
It was like attacking the enemy formation at an angle.
Rem bit his foot and started to return to the original.
“What is this guy?”
“Kill!”
There were almost no allies around.
This is because it went a little deep.
Still, it wasn’t something that bothered me that much.
Instead of grumbling, swearing, or shouting, Rem swung the ax in both hands.
The ax in my right hand had a poor center of gravity because I had picked it up from an enemy’s weapon.
This wasn’t something to worry about either.
If you’re not going to use it, just throw it away.
Hung, pukak!
When I cut the chin and neck of the guy blocking my front in one go with the ax in my left hand, the blood that had been waiting for me to rush out. A fountain of blood spurted out.
Rem, who slightly dodged the blood spray, swung his right hand as hard as he could.
The ax in my hand splits the air.
Hung-
Even though it was not intended for throwing, the ax flew violently and hit the target.
Sigh!
The ax cut into the head, splitting it in half.
Rem shook the enemy camp as if charging and then returned to the friendly camp.
‘I wonder if our squad leader is alive and well.’
We are not people who die easily.
This is the first time in Rem’s life that he has seen such evil behavior.
‘There was no such person among the tribe members.’
He’s probably paying close attention and somehow holding on well.
It would be a shame to die here.
However, I am not a person well-suited to the battlefield.
‘It would be okay if the heart of a beast were attached to the body, but the talent is really disappointing.’
This is a human who was sad to see and taught some of the tribe’s vision.
However, it was not my intention to act as a teacher.
There are people like that, right?
A person who doesn’t want to see someone fall apart before their eyes.
It’s falling apart before your eyes, but there’s nothing you can do about it.
After that, I came back as I saw it.
“You did something stupid and got no results.”
It was Saxony.
One of the biggest characteristics of Squad 444.
Except for the squad leader Encred, there are no people on good terms.
Watching such a squad run so well, it may be clear that the squad leader has a magical charm that cannot be explained.
“huh? Are you saying you want to die? “You want to split your head open with an axe?”
“Thanks to missing the bowman, the battlefield is a mess.”
This was definitely a fight.
You can feel something even if you don’t have to cover the entire battlefield from far away.
This was not because of the bowman, but because of the proc.
Proc warriors appeared from somewhere and invaded the battlefield.
Am I lucky or is it bad?
I didn’t meet Rem.
“Damn. “If you don’t want to be messed with, don’t talk to me.”
“Crazy savage.”
The two just turned away from each other.
It was just a chance encounter.
All we did was criticize each other like we did every day.
Squad 444 does not particularly maintain a formation.
Fight on your own.
Even if they don’t maintain a formation or gather together, they stand out.
‘Except for the big-eyed cub.’
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In fact, Rem himself must have received some attention as he invaded the enemy lines.
Saxony is a guy who is good at appearing out of nowhere without making a sound.
In the distance, I could see several other squad members.
Everyone was working on their own.
A guy who swings a sword in a languid manner.
A guy who beats and kills people while being rigid.
There was no one who was ordinary.
Of course, the best among them is the squad leader.
Look at people living a distant life with below-average talent.
Who would call that ‘normal’?
‘just in case.’
Rem decided to find and protect the squad leader.
The plan was to sneak a peek behind the scenes without anyone noticing.
Because I still feel like a person worth dying for.
‘What’s more, he is the first person on this continent to learn about my vision.’
I move while thinking of various reasons. Soon Encred appeared in Rem’s eyes.
‘hmm?’
While I was distracted for a moment, an enemy soldier rushed at me.
Reflexively, he traps the feet of the charging enemy and strikes him on the chin with the hilt of the sword.
The guy who got hit spit out his broken tooth.
Turn your body half a turn and place your elbows horizontally.
Sigh. Wow!
When it hit the top of the helmet, it made a sound similar to thick firewood breaking.
The vertebrae in my neck were broken with one blow.
Rem swung his right arm around while keeping his gaze fixed.
No, even as I was dealing with the guy who was attacking me, my eyes were already focused on the squad leader.
‘Are you skilled?’
It was something I had never seen before.
That skill allowed me to watch rather than go out first and help.
I didn’t think I would lose. What’s more, isn’t it becoming a reality closer to intuition?
I was fighting against a very capable enemy soldier.
An unprecedented calm and boldness was evident.
‘how?’
Can a person change like that overnight?
“I’m amazed too.”
Next door is Saxony again. I was wondering why the movement lines kept overlapping.
Did this bastard also come to look after the squad leader?
“I watched it today. “While you’re talking nonsense.”
“so?”
“I thought I was living with the goddess of luck.”
“what?”
“I was lucky.”
Just luck? I don’t think we can just talk about luck at this point, right?
“My skills have improved significantly.”
Saxony got along well with the rest of the squad, but he had a bad relationship with himself.
Well, everyone in this squad is like that.
For example, the conversation we just had was the longest normal conversation we’ve had since joining this squad.
I guess that’s why I was so surprised.
Rem was just as surprised as Saxony.
Moreover, after that, Rem saw two things that were even more surprising.
One was Encred, who dodged the enemy’s stab and then thrust his sword in a near-perfect posture.
“Good!”
Rem said without realizing it.
Saxony also nodded slightly.
Constant effort.
Knowing how much the squad leader vomited blood and held his sword, I couldn’t help but cheer.
Talent is such a funny thing.
Because there are times when you have to climb several stairs at once.
Since both Rem and Saxony had such experiences, they did not feel any difference in the current appearance of the squad leader.
That guy also seemed to have climbed several stairs in one go.
‘I won.’
The opponent was not easy. Of course, if he was up against him, a few ax blows would be enough.
The squad leader is an opponent he would have defeated 10 times out of 10.
But I won. It didn’t seem like an easy victory.
Minor wounds were noticeable.
The shield he held in his left hand was broken into pieces.
In addition, the leather protectors on the backs of the hands and knees were torn and tattered.
Judging by the fact that he was breathing heavily, he was out of breath.
‘Heart of the Beast.’
Rem understood the squad leader’s condition at a glance.
Boldness and calmness.
The basis for this would have been the vision he shared.
‘This much?’
He looked surprisingly skilled.
Rem was planning to leave everything behind and just make a joke.
“Frog!”
At that time, someone shouted. This is another soldier right behind the squad leader.
What was your name? Was it Belle?
I remembered it because it had a similar sound to my own name.
Just as he said, I saw Frog running as a black shadow.
Frock, a frog man.
The face resembles that of a frog.
The same goes for skin.
Their skin is slippery as if it has oil on it, so they shed everything, whether bladed or blunt.
To kill them, you had to pierce their hearts or burn them using magic or witchcraft.
That wasn’t easy.
Procs are a natural fighting race with superior strength and fighting sense than humans.
A combat-specialized breed that is said to be able to skillfully use whatever weapon it has in its hand in just a few days.
Froc was level with the ground and jumped upright, kicking the squad leader’s side with the sole of his foot.
It didn’t seem like he intended to end it with that one blow.
When I see the squad leader flying to the side due to my kick, I fall into place with a thud and take a stance.
He seemed to stretch his arm backwards, and there was a spear pole in his hand.
If you let it go, it will die. Must die.
As soon as Rem saw the black shadow, he kicked the ground.
bang.
The ground is dug with heavy drinking. As I stamped my feet with more force, the dirt floor rose up like a small fountain.
In a short gap, Rem’s body reaches Prock’s side.
Whoop!
Without answering questions or even talking, he swung the ax for a long time.
It bends like a whip from top to bottom, transmitting force from the shoulder and arm to the ax blade.
Then, instead of throwing the spear, Frock showed an amazing stunt.
In a throwing stance, he pulled his right foot to the side and swung the spear upward as if he were swinging a wooden stick.
Changing my posture and swinging the spear were all in a moment.
Boom!
The ax and the spear met.
A shuddering shock spread around the two.
“So, are you a saboteur? “An ugly human?”
“You damn frog, that man is our squad leader.”
“… … “Is it true that the squad leader is weaker than his squad members?”
Proc recognized Rem’s skills in an instant.
Dashing, axing, judgment.
Procs are a born fighting race.
If there was one thing that was as good as combat ability, it was discernment.
Their protruding and rolling eyes allow them to recognize the opponent’s skills at a glance.
It was a species born with the talent of a talent reader.
Frog rolled his eyes and immediately took a step back.
“done. “Because the excitement has subsided.”
“What are you doing?”
“You ugly human, that person has seen through the ‘that’ of the human being I know. So, I got excited for a moment. Still, he’s the guy I taught, so anyway, that’s it. “It’s not like fighting for one’s life here.”
Frock’s insight is not limited to seeing people’s talents. Their combat sense allows them to understand advantage and disadvantage in an instant.
Rem thinks that the opponent is not necessarily at a disadvantage.
Still, it’s good if you can avoid fighting.
Fighting with Proc for a small amount of money.
It’s a losing battle.
I fully understood what the other person was saying.
As long as the heart is not pierced, the proc will regenerate its limbs. Perhaps thanks to that, they are sensitive to the word heart.
I don’t even use the word heart.
When you see someone dying next to you with their heart pierced, you may lose your senses.
Proc, who has become a berserker, exudes a truly brutal spirit.
A proc that has not been trained to some extent will not stand on the battlefield in the first place.
Rem pondered what she knew.
‘Damn it, I guess I’m more familiar with this place now.’
If you see him memorizing information like procs and such, he must have become accustomed to life on this continent.
Frock tapped his breastplate.
Armor solely to protect the heart, breastplate,
This item is also called heart armor.
Looking at it being worn, it was clear that it was a proc that went through the proper procedures.
It is said that the city of Proc does not send out unrefined swords, even if they break them.
The armor was like a frock’s identification card.
“See you again. “You ugly human.”
But why do people keep saying that thing is ugly?
Frock loves jewelry and has a unique aesthetic.
They preferred good-looking humans.
“It was a face worth killing.”
Frock said, sticking out his tongue. Her long tongue stuck out and retracted as if catching a fly.
That would be a smiling face.
He, no, she said, glancing in the direction of the squad leader and slowly backing away.
Women like handsome men.
Men like pretty women.
This is a characteristic of Frock.
They say that, unlike how they view humans, their standards for mating are different.
For some reason, I like pretty and handsome people.
Well, that was none of Rem’s business.
“Did you survive?”
I saw Saxony holding the squad leader.
“I cracked my ribs with a single blow to my side. But in that short period of time… … .”
“Yes, I put my arms together to block it.”
excellent. To the extent that teaching is worthwhile.
I came to my senses at the moment of the hit and blocked it.
Because it’s probably thanks to the heart of the beast.
Rem felt proud for some reason.
“I think my head shook because of the impact at the moment it hit me. “I don’t think he will die, but he might die if left like this.”
“The excitement of the battlefield has subsided. Carry it on your back. “Let’s take him.”
“You carry it. “I will open the way.”
“… … “When are you going to get your head chopped off by my axe?”
“You better watch out for the dagger that will be stabbed in your back.”
Rem snorted, but didn’t fight.
Yes, anyway, the squad leader was active.
That’s it.
Rem carried Encred on his back.
Saxony slowly opened a path in front of him with his sword and shield.
On the surface, it doesn’t seem like he has particularly outstanding skills.
If you look closely, you can see this.
I am opening a path without showing even half of my skills.
‘You’re like a sneaky wild cat.’
Rem walked while cursing Saxony in his mind.
The squad leader on his back was just wheezing as if he had fallen asleep.
fantasy,
