Chapter 87: The Witch of Ice and Snow (1/2)

After Alcedo injected himself with the green liquid-filled syringe, his magic power increased immediately.

He got on all fours, like a real beast, and his fangs grew, dripping with saliva.

“GraaaAaaAA!”

“!?”

I pointed the AK47 at him and went full auto!

However, he carried his body just like a real beast and quickly dodged.

I replaced the magazine―and he used that opening to shrink the distance between us.

Alcedo’s leap kicked up the dirt and grass got behind him. His sharp claw left a shallow cut on my throat.

BANG!

That was the 7.62x51mmNATO round, a cover shot from Chrisse.

However, Alcedo performed an evasive maneuver and took some distance.

Looked like, even with Chrisse’ skill, it was still hard to get a direct hit on him.

With my magazine replaced, I continued to aim for him, but the bullets just wouldn’t hit. They did grazed him, but the wounds would just heal up instantly, due to his increased magic power.

Thanks to the AK47 and Chrisse’ cover, we succeeded in not letting Alcedo approach.

Still, our ammo is limited.

We can’t keep him at bay forever.

(At time like this, if Lyss was here she could supply us with her infinite storage!)

She underestimated her own spirit’s blessing, but if you asked me, it was the most wonderful power.

To be able to carry around supplies without regard to their weight, it was like a dream power for the army.

If she felt like it, she could carry all the guns she wanted and become something like an ‘one man army’.

While I was thinking about something useless like that, I heard Snow’s voice from behind.

“Dance! Blizzard! Ice javelin! Let everything freeze over! Storm Edge!”

It was ice x wind intermediate magic.

Snow’s small scaled tornado was spinning around in mid-air, and countless number of sharp blade of ice were dancing inside of that. A countless number of blades started shooting toward Alcedo, like they were shot from a machine gun.

That was the duo performance of wind and ice.

With her speciality, ice type magic, she targeted an area instead of a point.

“GraaaAaAA!”

Alcedo howled a warcry as he dodge, dodge, dodged!

Thanks to the defense formation, enhanced eyesight, and physical ability, he dodged the ice blades continuously. Still, as expected, even he couldn’t get out of it unscathed.

A number of blades had stabbed his shoulders, arms, legs.

A part of the grass plain looked like a pincushion, but he managed to make it so that all the blades missed his vital spots and only pierced him shallowly. I could only say that his evasion ability was absurd.

“Lute-kun! Chrisse-chan! Buy me a little bit of time!”

“Eh!? Ah, got, got it!”

However, Snow didn’t worry about him evading her ‘Storm Edge’, and gave Chrisse and me instructions. She concentrated on Alcedo and started releasing an unusual amount of mana from inside her body.

I didn’t know what she was trying to do, but my dear wife was telling me to ‘buy time’.

Then, responding to that was a man’s duty, right!

“Eat this!”

I took the attacking ‘concussive grenade’ in hand, pulled the pin with my teeth, and threw it.

The concussive grenade was a hand grenade that dealt damage by using the shock waves from the explosion.

Power-wise, it had an equally high power in an empty area without cover, but considering its average kill radius of 10 meters, it was small when compared to the fragmentation grenades.

This was so that the thrower could use it even in a place without cover (and not get rolled up themselves).

I chose the concussive grenade because this was an open plain without cover.

As I threw the grenade, I stepped back with body-strengthening-assisted legs.

A few seconds later, the grenade exploded and Alcedo was caught in the blast.

“GrRRaaAAaaAAAAAAaAH!”

It was his first time seeing a hand grenade, but since he knew about the AK-47, he immediately made a defense barrier, reducing damage to a minimum.

Taking this as a chance, Chrisse fired! I heard a series of overlapping gunshot sounds.

The bullets were stopped by the barrier — however, it didn’t stop there.

The first bullet bounced, the second cracked the barrier, and the third broke through it, lodging deeply in his shoulder.

Chrisse fired three shots consecutively, hitting the exact same spot of the defense barrier.

I spontaneously doubted my eyes.

In the previous world, there was a rifle shooting competition called ‘benchrest shooting‘.

It was a sport where people competed on how accurately they could shoot a target 100m away, on the level of millimeters.