74 [2-8] Riders Of The Light (1/2)

Oh, my God!　”You had your chance to kill Drouet the Decisive!

And Lawrence!　You were supposed to be fertilizer for the poisonous plants, but you left them behind!

Shifting, flying, shifting.

”The sacred spotlight that Drouette had prepared seemed to be of a stationary type, and Rene moved away from it for a moment. It was a bit troublesome to deal with the holy beast while avoiding it.

Rene felt as if his body was slowly becoming lighter and lighter, and he realized that the undead soldiers were being reamed out.

While maintaining the undead, Rene's magic power is being eaten up. The load was slowly decreasing.

--Not all of the holy beasts I just saw ...... are responding to the undead I brought with me, and they're disappearing. They're being unleashed all over the city.

Ordinary undead soldiers are no match for them. How can there be so many high level summons?

It takes a good summoner to use a powerful summon.

It's hard to imagine that there are so many of them in a place like this. It's not like they're holding a reunion in this place.

Unable to stop thinking about it, Rene moves to a place where there is a battle going on nearby. A rampaging holy beast on the city wall was fighting off undead soldiers who were trying to climb over the wall.

Get out of my way!

Rene immediately slashes at the Holy Beast.

The tiger-shaped holy beast raises its muscular forearm and tries to tear Rene apart, but Rene dodges the tiger punch as he slides in and cuts off the holy beast's arm with his raised red blade.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for, and what you can do to help.

But Rene felt a strange response.

A watery sound. I'm not sure what to do. The forearm of the holy beast that was cut off fell with a thud, and rolled while spewing blood from the cross section.

--That's weird!　This is not an ethereal entity maintained by magic, but a ...... incarnation!

I'm not sure what to make of this.

But the gilded and equipped white tiger in front of you has a physical body. It is bleeding from its slashed paw and breathing hard with excitement.

It is not a very common technique to make a summoned beast have a body. The main role of a summoned beast is that of a disposable messenger, and it has no operational meaning.

The holy beast bares its fangs and leaps at Rene.

Rene leaps and swings his red blade while rolling forward in the air.

The holy beast was cut in half like it was plunged into a power saw.

His body cried out from side to side, spewing his guts.

A fishy smell arose.

”What the hell is this? ......

Anyway, while Rene was dealing with the Holy Beast, the nearby undead soldiers jumped down the city wall and retreated.

This holy beast was indeed strong, but it was nothing to René.

But now Rene has something he must not lose.

He can't let a bunch of undead former soldiers die for nothing. A good soldier is a valuable asset.

The next one that looks bad is .......

Rene looks down from the top of the city wall. But then the holy beasts come flying across the rooftops of the city.

It's really annoying!

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

Rene jumped to a nearby alleyway by ”warp”.

The warp was repeated, and René moved away, but the holy beasts stubbornly pursued him.

And then a screeching eagle sounded from overhead.

”And the sky?

I looked over to see a hippogriff zombie being taunted by several bird-shaped holy beasts.

They were huge birds covered in pure white feathers and had tons of golden ornaments hanging from their wings like a Christmas tree for the rich. Its face is like a golden mask, and its feet are also machine-like golden claws.

The loss of the airborne cavalry is even more irreversible than that of the soldiers.

Rene immediately kicked the ground, stepped off, cast the magic of ”fly” on himself, and took off like a bullet.

However, Renai immediately braked.

”Event Horizon”.

Because right in front of Rene's eyes, the bird-shaped Holy Beast was full of holes.

Like an ice cream scooped out by a disher. Or like Swiss cheese hollowed out by air bubbles.

A number of spherical nothingnesses were generated, and half of the body of the Holy Beast was gouged out and disappeared. The shredded remains rained down, leaving a trail of spurting blood in their wake.

With the Holy Beast defeated, the airborne cavalry succeeded in escaping. They flew over the city wall and out of the city.

--What the hell was that?

Attack magic. I know that.

But by whom and for what purpose?

Well, well, well. I thought you were in trouble, so I thought I'd help you out, but that's none of my business.

A loose voice comes from below.

As René looks down, a woman walks through the air towards him as if there were a transparent staircase.

She has suspicious, lustrous purple crystal eyes and suspicious, lustrous dark purple hair. Her skin is white, shiny, and lustrous. He is tall and has a lustrous physical beauty with flesh where it should be.

She wears a black wide-brimmed hat and black clothes in the traditional witch style. However, her clothes were so revealing that it seemed as if the sleeves had more fabric than her torso.

And on her back, for some reason, was a furoshiki. A slightly dull green furoshiki with a bold arabesque pattern. She was carrying a huge furoshiki full of steampunk junk of various sizes.

”What, ......?　Uh, no, thank you. ...... but .......