The trigger was pulled, a weak magic spiritual light trajectory flashed, and the mark representing the enemy sniper behind the distant cover burst with a pop.
The other Night Watcher who was hit, looking at the information that he had been taken out, helplessly pouted.
"As expected of Adam's squad, having talent is impressive!"
Mumbling, he became the "dead."
"Target cleared!" Tokke reported with a hint of excitement.
"Hmph! They're just mere false magic dolls! Watch me rip the battlefield apart!"
The "howl" of the Flying Squirrel accompanied by the whistling sound of the sword wind.
He had already transitioned to being a warrior; of course, he self-proclaimed as a "Shadow Swordsman."
Wearing new issued lightweight armor, he was wielding the training longsword, attempting to use his self-created, whimsically named and unexpectedly effective obscure steps and tricky angles to suppress the two simulated inferior demon warriors as he advanced.
"Abyss withdraw!"
