The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

Seeing the color-matched haori swinging a knife, he wanted to cut.

"Water Breathing—"

"Wait! Tomioka, what do you want!?"

It's just that the blade didn't fall on the senior after all, but stuck close to him and stabbed a tree trunk behind him.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, and the senior almost knelt down on the ground.

"Internal... Internal strife?"

"No, look at his sharp edge."

It's just that when everyone looked carefully, they finally understood the original purpose of the team member swinging the knife.

At this moment, the piebald mosquito snake that hovered behind the senior, covered by the darkness, was firmly fixed on the sun wheel knife at this moment.

After finishing all this, Tomioka didn't say anything, just drew the knife silently, his indifferent eyes with no highlights glanced at some kind of inorganic matter, lightly glanced at the senior, turned around and left without stopping.

He walked alone at the front of the team, feeling out of place, and his back seemed a little lonely.

Several people looked at each other.

Murata also looked at him, then turned his head and shrugged at me, with an expression of "he's just like this, don't care".

After the small episode, the senior who didn't know whether he escaped from the snake or the junior didn't dare to say anything more, but just led us to the mission location with a dull head.

It is also because of this that without his complaints, the pace is obviously much faster.

"Gah—please be careful—please be careful—"

When the senior's crow barely stopped on a branch, everyone looked up vigilantly, and pressed their palms on their respective handles.

It must have almost reached the site where the ghosts of this mission are entrenched.

I thought to myself, and along with the others, I planned to pretend to listen carefully to what the bird said next.

Perhaps because he found that I still had an expression of no sense of crisis, Murata sighed, and moved towards me in a very old-fashioned way, slightly blocking me with his body.

Me: He's such a nice guy.

However, something that caught everyone off guard soon happened.

The crow, whose beak opened and closed, suddenly fell silent, and just when I thought he might be disconnected, a very thin red line appeared from the left to his neck wrapped in black feathers.

In the next second, the head of the neck was separated, and a large amount of blood splashed out.

Like a slide, the bird's head slid along the cut cross-section and landed at the feet of a girl from the team.

"Ahh-!"

Several miserable screams cut through the dense forest.

The newcomer girl instinctively ran away with her sword in her arms, timidly going to hide behind the senior.

But it was quickly discovered that something was wrong.

In the silence, the other team members who turned their heads and focused their eyes could also clearly see that the senior was the same as the crow that died just a second ago—maintaining a strange rigidity.

When I realized the situation, I turned my head, blinked, and took a look under the moonlight.

At a glance, the senior's face has changed into an expression of disbelief but terrified.

"Stand back!—"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd rushed towards the outer circle and retreated. At the same time, I was pulled by Murata and rushed towards a bush.

In the next moment, everyone saw the head of the senior fell to the ground, and the gushing column of blood rushed to a height of three or four meters.

The accident came too suddenly——

The severed cross-section of the senior's neck is a smooth and straight line.

Under the full moonlight, what appeared at the place where he was standing just now were clumps of criss-crossing lines.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

A group of newcomers had already started to panic, and some squatted on the spot and retched.

At this time, a woman slowly came out from the woods, listless and troubled.

She covered her pale face with the overly long sleeves, and I saw a long snake tail trailing out from under her white kimono that dragged the floor like a ghost.

It's a ghost!

The ghost didn't even look at the humans who were vomiting and crying in a circle around them. They just squatted down as if no one else was there, picked up the heads of humans and birds on the ground one by one, and hugged them like babies. in arms.

"What should I do... want to go up?"

Murata's face was also a little blue, but he was still mentally healthy.

At this time, there are not many people present who can calm down.

Of course, there should be Giyuu Tomioka who called everyone back to God just now.

It's just that I don't know where he went now.

Me: "Go ahead."

I looked around at the unreliable teammates who were scattered in the field of vision, held my knife, and decided to try my strength as an ordinary Gui-level player.

"She doesn't seem very smart... I mean, judging from her dull behavior, she feels immature, and she shouldn't play tricks on us."

"What... what!? Shiratori, didn't you faint from fright?"

At this moment, Murata suddenly seemed to notice my presence, and turned around in shock.

I:"?"

Dare you just ask if you are talking to yourself?

"It's a tree stump you're holding." Pressing the center of my eyebrows, I reminded silently.

And decided to withdraw the previous evaluation of Murata.

This person seemed to be too flustered to observe the situation around him.

"Heads... need a lot of heads..."

"To please the lord... I want... more decorations..."

"Where is the beautiful... head, the beautiful... human... head?"

The female ghost over there quickly made another move.

While thinking about it, she turned her head slowly for a circle, 360 five degrees, and finally locked in my direction.

I don't know if it's my delusion or what, but the girls' eyes suddenly lit up when they looked over here.

Then, with an expression of "it's up to you", he slid over staggeringly, and the tail of the snake slapped and made a slapping sound.

She: "I found a good head."

I:……

Thank you for thinking I have a good head.

The female ghost approached slowly, taking steps that her relatives did not recognize.

At this time, there are still floating "lines" that are sometimes visible and sometimes invisible around her.

No, it's actually more likely to be "snake venom" that is so highly corrosive that it's comparable to a solid blade, I think.

Although I don't know how to get rid of the current situation, the god of breathing that other people talk about doesn't seem to have given me.

But it is impossible to sit still and wait for death.

In short, the ghosts are all hitting the knife edge, so I will try to swing the knife from a distance first... Let's try to cut it?

With such a long distance, coupled with the fact that this ghost moves slowly, he can only run if he can't win.

Having made up my mind, I arrogantly raised the big knife in my hand, and slashed at the ghost's head——

"Wait, Shiratori!?" Murata was startled when he saw my posture, "You haven't drawn your sword yet——"

Grass, forget it.

The next moment, in front of my eyes.

There seems to be clear flowing water wrapping the blade, breaking through clusters of poisonous threads smoothly, and sliding towards the neck of the evil spirit.

head, flew out.