A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Alp City.

"Damn it! Who gave them those orders?!"

Ingrid slammed her fist on the edge of the sand table and roared.

"Calm down, Ingrid."

Isuen's ethereal voice came through, attempting to soothe Ingrid's emotions.

"Attack the northern borders of Dorok! Ysun, open a second front! Do you know what this means?"

"By doing this, the Naga are undoubtedly sending a signal to humanity—"

"The Demon Race is planning a full-scale war!"

"Is this what the king wanted to see?!"

The usually composed intelligence officer has become somewhat irrational in this matter.

"Old seniority is old seniority. What they want to do is something we have no control over."

Mars joked.

"You still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks!"

"No, we must stop the Naga's actions immediately..."

"Ingrid".

"Is there anyone who lives nearby...? No, I'd better go myself..."

"Ingrid!"

Isuen raised his voice, which finally brought Ingrid back to reality.

"As the king's intelligence officer, how can you be so flustered with your eyes, ears, and tongue?"

"So, all you've learned in the human world all these years are the worst aspects of human nature?"

“Listen, the Naga acted on their own initiative; it was their own choice. Since our king knew about it and gave no instructions, he must have had his reasons.”

"Those survivors of the Rift, whose homeland was destroyed by the Sand King, have lived under a curse, and have become what they are today..."

"Given the chance, they will definitely fight their way back to their homeland."

"It was the same a thousand years ago, and it is the same today."

Among the demons, few of the followers of the previous demon king, also known as "former ministers of the previous dynasty," remain; the undead race of Isun is one of them.

He was well aware of the Naga race's deep attachment to their homeland.

Almost none of the Demon Kings throughout history have interfered with their actions.

"Besides... the curse that has plagued the Naga all this time is not as simple as you think..."

"...I've heard it's the curse of the sea god...because they once worshipped the sea god, but later, due to leaving their homeland, the temple's sacrifices ceased, and coupled with the damage to the divine artifact, they thoroughly angered the god, thus unleashing divine punishment..."

Ingrid recalled what she had seen and heard in the human world, and then spoke.

"This is nothing more than the conjecture of scholars about ancient countries."

"If I told you that the ancestors of that ancient kingdom never worshipped the sea god from the very beginning..."

"But it's a demon... how about that?"

"what?!"

Ingrid and Mars both exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

......

The bay is located north of the town of Shattal.

In the darkness, only the two moons in the sky cast a faint light.

All I could hear were the crisp sounds of the frozen ice rubbing against the rocks and cracking open.

"Is this the end of the world?"

Fiona said, trembling.

"No, we haven't even reached the far north yet."

Wuyue explained.

"Huh? There are places even further north!"

Fiona rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

"Quiet."

Valeria said.

"Alest, is this the right place?"

"...This is roughly the location."

The coastline of the northern Dorok is mostly cliffs, and this bay is one of the few areas with gentle terrain.

If the Naga landed from the sea, this would be the best choice...

"Beateles, lighting."

"Ok."

Beatrice raised her holy staff and muttered incantations.

The next moment, a new "sun" was born from the staff, rose into the sky, and illuminated the entire bay.

The "Holy Sun Technique," which only provides illumination, has no destructive power.

This single photograph revealed everything about the bay in the blink of an eye.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the bay's ice, countless pairs of heterochromatic eyes had been lurking, staring intently in the direction the group was in.

"Cuck!"

A sound that sounded a bit like a frog's croak came from somewhere, and then the whole bay became noisy and clamorous.

"Fishmen, fear fire, weapons may be coated with poison, prepare for battle."

Valeria, clearly having dealt with these things before, offered a stern warning.

With a snap, the ice was pierced through by the short spear, and one fishman after another crawled out of the sea and attacked the group.

The fish grew legs and charged at me, brandishing a weapon...

Why would I have such a dream...?

Lin Mo sighed, drew his sword, and assumed a fighting stance.

He's no longer a new recruit, and although his opponents look strange, at least they're not human, so he feels no pressure at all.

Before Lin Mo could get forward, several fireballs swept past him and slammed into the ice, instantly blasting several fishmen away.

It is without a moon.

There was a question Lin Mo had wanted to ask for a long time.

Is this what assassins are like?

However, Wuyue's fire magic alone was insufficient to cover the Naga's full-scale offensive.

Just then, Arester made her move.

Although she never uses any other elemental magic besides the mirror magic she created.

However, she had already demonstrated the terrifying power of mirror magic back in Saint Ba.

"Replica".

It's not imitation, it's replication.

The title "Alesthe Reflected" didn't appear out of nowhere in the mage community...

Countless mirrors appeared behind Alesse, from which more fireballs flew out in perfect unison with Wuyue, their release rhythm perfectly synchronized with Wuyue's.

In this way, the entire battlefield was bombarded by fireballs, and those low-intelligence, weak-defense merfolk could not get even half a step close to the group.

Soon, the smoky smell of grilled fish spread throughout the entire bay.

"Why does it smell... a little nice?"

Lin Mo silently complained to himself.

"Strange, why are there only these low-level thugs?"

"What do you mean? What else?"

Before the words were even finished, some faint black lines appeared on the distant sea surface...

No, it's not a black line.

It's a fin!

"Naga thugs!"

Valeria shouted.

"Hey! Why don't you mention their weaknesses?"

Fiona chimed in.

"No weaknesses, prepare for close combat."

Sure enough, when the fireballs hit the tall, serpentine monsters that had crawled out of the ice, their power was greatly reduced.

It's scales...

These basilisks have scales that have extremely high magic resistance.

"Beatrice! Construct a defensive position! Funnel-shaped, with the wide opening facing the enemy!"

"Eve, Alessandra, keep your eyes on the sea. Attack as soon as you see a flash of light."

"Fiona, Wuyue, Lord Arno, follow me."

For the first time, Valeria clearly called out everyone's names.

This marks the official commencement of the team's first truly collaborative combat operation...

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