Osian kicked off the ground and moved. At almost the same time, Martinez moved as well.
A knight and a paladin, two people from the profession groups considered the top 3 in close combat clashed with the leaders of the fallen ones.
When force meets force, it inevitably creates collision. The stronger each side's power, the greater the collision but in this fight, there was no such collision. If one side possessed overwhelming power, it could completely suppress all the reaction force.
The corpses of the fallen ones floated in the air. Cut by the starlight sword, they died without being able to regenerate their wounds.
The divine alchemy was the same. The blunt weapon Martinez wielded crushed the fallen ones like minced meat.
Between the fallen ones whose formation had collapsed like that, black shadow blades flew in.
-Puff puff puff puff pook!
The shadow blades only aimed for fatal weak points that could be called the brain and heart. Even fallen ones who could move despite having their hearts burst or brains blown away were useless before the shadow.
The ones that stiffened rigidly trembled as if having seizures before toppling backward. If the knight killed by cutting and the paladin killed by crushing, the rogue's death was this sudden and quiet.
-Swish slash!
Delford raised his claws and swung his arm. The slashing attack that cut through the air sliced the fallen ones into pieces. The ones whose wounds weren't deep tried to regenerate, but piranhas that jumped out from the air tore at their flesh.
The time it took for the emerald fluorescent piranha swarm to dismantle one fallen being was less than 3 seconds. Wherever the piranha swarm passed, only the traces of brutally torn fallen ones remained.
[Hmm. It's not bad if you consider it exotic food.]
The opponents Atilla killed and devoured naturally flowed to Cthulatlap. When the basketball-sized starfish muttered like that, Plimene and Maia's expressions became even more subtle.
Conversely, Senaka's eyes even lit up with interest since this starfish could even talk.
-Pishing!
Red lines beautifully embroidered the air. The fallen ones that touched the geometric figures twisted as if contracting to a single point and were swallowed by the figures. It was like watching vast water being sucked into a single drain hole in an instant.
Basilio suppressed the fallen ones while storing their life energy in geometric figures to replenish his power.
Krollakia also diligently sliced and crushed the fallen ones with her tail, cleaning them up one by one.
Even though there was a difference of dozens of times in numbers, Osian's party massacred the fallen ones' group all too easily. But the real threat hadn't appeared yet.
-Sss sss sssk.
Shadows moving in the darkness could be seen. They were so quiet and fast that it was hard to perceive them without concentration.
They were the Dead Dagger assassins that Sabrina commanded.
Before Malina could warn them to be careful, their blades flew toward vital points.
-Puff puff pook!
The first one to be hit was Krua. Daggers were stuck in all the parts that could be called vital points. Flesh was torn and blood splattered. Not simply stopping there, the assassins repeatedly stabbed Krua's body as if to make sure to kill her.
With eerie sounds, red blood splattered in all directions. The Dead Dagger assassins looked at the brutally stabbed Krua with indifferent gazes.
Since one comrade was brutally murdered, other assassins would exploit the gap of those who were surprised and flustered.
......?
But the party's gazes looking at Krua were surprisingly calm.
Unlike the lower-level assassins who had no ego, the ones gathered in this place were upper-level assassins who each had minds that could think and judge.
Therefore, they naturally had doubts. Why weren't they surprised?
It wasn't simply suppressing and enduring emotions. Their reactions were truly indifferent as if there was really no need to be surprised.
The reason was revealed soon.
"It hurts, you bastards."
Krua, who should have been dead, opened her mouth while covered in blood. The assassins' eyes widened. They had definitely stabbed vital points dozens of times. It was an attack that would have killed mutants or mana users a hundred times over.
But Krua opened her eyes brightly and directly embraced the assassin standing in front.
-Crunch! Rip rip! Crack crack!
Soon after, eerie sounds of something being chewed and torn could be heard, and the assassin's body went limp. Krua relaxed the strength in her arms and the assassin's corpse fell like a puppet with cut strings. The front part of the corpse was bloody as if it had been bitten by countless fish.
"Ptui. Doesn't even taste good."
Krua spat out the blood pooled in her mouth. Then, as if something was stuck, she touched her teeth several times with her hand.
One sharp fang came out and Krua threw it on the floor. The lost tooth grew back instantly and the wounds carved on her body were the same.
The surviving assassins hastily retreated but Krua had no intention of letting them go and stomped the floor with her foot.
Ripples spread across the flesh ground the assassins were stepping on.
-Splash!
Their bodies all fell into the ground at once. It was because part of the flesh ground had turned into a blue puddle. The assassins tried to get out of the puddle, but it wasn't easy. The puddle seemed to have strong gravitational force and forcibly pulled their bodies down. It was like the pressure dwelling in the deep sea.
What the assassins faced in the puddle they were sucked into were schools of fish shining their eyes in the deep sea.
Sharp teeth and developed strong jaws, and even a size reminiscent of small dogs. They stared at the assassins quietly before opening their mouths wide and rushing at them.
The blue puddle was instantly dyed red with blood. Remnants of the clothes the assassins wore floated up to the surface.
"Hmm. There are troublesome ones mixed in."
When Basilio flicked his finger, an assassin falling from the ceiling was hit by it and his upper body completely disappeared without a trace. Delford and Krollakia, Malina, and Martinez also each responded in their own ways.
"Everyone don't let your guard down. The real ones are over there."
Just as heat wafted from beyond the crack in the wall that Krollakia and the others had broken through, a bright yellow beam shot out.
-Ziiiiing. Boom!
But Osian, who had been prepared in advance, raised his shield to defend against the attack. After making the shield sturdy with the power of starlight, he blocked the heat with the cold air of moonlight.
Soon a red angel revealed itself, squeezing through the narrow passage. Of course, Osian was already moving, having predicted that they would appear.
-Slash!
The head of the one who had taken the lead first was helplessly cut off before the starlight sword.
'If I just block these guys from coming out in this narrow passage, dealing with them won't be difficult.'
It's hard to face formation infantry on open plains, but it's different in places with many terrain features.
Moreover, their numbers weren't that great either. One red angel that squeezed out through the wall held a sun ring sword.
Another angel also created a sword and rushed at Osian. Though it was a bizarre movement like a wooden puppet, the trajectory of swinging the sword was quite sharp. A sun ring sword could cause instant death even if a child swung it carelessly. Since it was swung bizarrely on top of that, the pressure was extraordinary.
Of course, that didn't apply to Osian. His pupils rolled busily. The light in his helmet flashed as he read the movements of the red angels.
He avoided the first sword by evasion, and blocked the second sword by raising his shield. If he blocked it head-on, he'd be swept by the heat, so he naturally twisted his shield to deflect it.
Normally, when attacks are deflected like this, one's posture would be disturbed, but the red angel showed bizarre balance and continuously swung the sun wheel sword instead of falling.
'Still an unpleasant movement to watch.'
Since the range of joint movement wasn't restricted, they could swing their swords with full force toward the back even while showing their backs.
Above all, the sharp tail that was subtly swung was also annoying.
'But even so, they're nothing more than mass-produced types.'
He swung his sword faster than them. The blade that dominated space twisted causality and accurately struck their necks.
There was strangeness and novelty, but that was all. The power of the sun ring was strong, but it was nothing more than an imitation.
If multiple ones surrounded and poured attacks simultaneously, it would be dangerous, but if fighting in a narrow passage, the attack range was limited. Knowing this, Osian guarded this entrance and attacked them one by one.
Fighting like this, he could analyze their behavior patterns to some extent.
'When far away, they use ranged attacks. When enemies get close, they naturally draw their sun ring swords and fight in close combat.'
Perhaps because they were born not long ago, they acted simply like children. This contrasted with other fallen ones who each caused mutations in their own ways to catch this side off guard.
'Probably, to contain the power of the sun ring, they excluded all other performance aspects.'
The red angels were merely vessels to contain the energy of the sun ring. Vessels didn't need things like ego. The subject moving them was rather the power that filled the vessel, closer to the sun ring. The fact that they confronted enemies in the form of swords was proof of this.
'That's why they're crude. You could deal with them with pure power output, but in this kind of fight, it's meaningless.'
Of course, if such guys swarmed like a legion and simultaneously shot golden sun rays, there would be no greater disaster. So he had to eliminate as many as possible in this place.
What was fortunate was that the number of red angels didn't even reach ten. Therefore, Osian calmly yet quickly dealt with them one by one.
The aftermath of the golden sun rays the guys occasionally shot affected his body, but the knight's transcendent body recovered quickly.
Having cut the neck of the last angel like that, Osian realized there were no more enemies left to face.
"How long are you going to just watch?"
Osian asked toward the air. No answer came back and he hadn't expected one either.
"Seeing such mysteriously secretive behavior, it wouldn't be Zaxilos. Then it must be Sabrina. You managed to survive in that explosion."
Osian had seen Sabrina hastily fleeing and being touched by the flames of the sun ring. She had suffered considerable wounds. That was certain. So even knowing of this side's existence, she wouldn't easily retreat.
In fact, Sabrina was having many thoughts while looking at Osian who had dealt with the red angels.
-Throb!
The moment she saw that guy, her left eye throbbed. Sharp pain ran through her entire burned face. It felt like salt sprinkled on wounds.
'Damn it!'
This fucking pain was the first since Malina. The pain awakened her clearly, but at the same time awakened killing intent.
She wanted to kill him right now. She wanted to make him taste all the pain in the world and beg to please be killed but she couldn't. It was none other than Osian. Sabrina knew herself well. Knowing how to survive, she didn't carelessly approach Osian.
'What's fortunate is that he doesn't know where I'm hiding.'
Sabrina had surpassed her prime as an assassin and reached a transcendent realm. She couldn't match Osian in a frontal confrontation, but if she was determined to hide, she could evade Osian's eyes.
Osian also knew this, so while feeling Sabrina's presence, he couldn't grasp her exact location.
'Should I look for a chance to assassinate? No, it's useless. The upper-level assassins have already been defeated, and there are no red angels. It's hard even to deal with that one guy alone, and the other guys aren't easy either.'
The Blood Brothers, the Slithering Sisters, the Witch of Tirna. No matter how much Sabrina was executive level, it wasn't something she could handle alone.
'I need to pour out all my subordinates. And I need the archbishops' help too.'
If she changed the surrounding terrain through spatial dominance, there would be a chance of victory. After overturning the board, she could cut them down one by one again.
'For that, Archbishop Mirak's help is essential. Like before, if I isolate them with his power, it should work.'
Sabrina immediately sent a telepathic message to Archbishop Mirak. It was a request for him to come quickly and fight together since the enemies had gathered here.
Her telepathic message that flew like that reached Archbishop Mirak. The moment she thought he would have heard it, Archbishop Mirak's signal was suddenly cut off.
'What?'
Sabrina was flustered. Normally when sending telepathic messages like this, you could tell whether the other party received it or not. Archbishop Mirak had definitely heard her request. Then a reply saying he understood should have come back.
But there was no answer. Just like hanging up a phone receiver, only the signal was cut off. Sabrina felt a strange sense of unease.
Her instincts were crying out. To get away from this place quickly. Sabrina was about to move accordingly.
"Sabrina!"
If Malina hadn't revealed herself and called her name, she certainly would have. Malina, who appeared beside Osian, was searching for her with determined eyes.
That confident attitude. Looking at those eyes that seemed convinced she would absolutely never die, she couldn't resist the urge to gouge out those eyes with her fingers.
Then a telepathic message flew from Archbishop Mirak. To the question of where she was, Sabrina reflexively told him her location.
[Oh? There you are.]
At the same time, the nature of the telepathy changed, turning into a seductive woman's voice. The moment Sabrina heard that voice, she felt chills running down her spine.
She realized something was wrong and tried to flee, but it was already too late.
-Sss sss sssk.
Because writhing hair covered the space around where she was hiding.
Sabrina faced pupils shedding tears of blood in darkness darker than shadows.