I Was Reincarnated as a Nameless Combatant in a Japanese-style Fantasy Depressive Erotic Game, but the Women Around Me Are All Dangerous, and I Have a Bad Feeling about It

mproved for surgery.
It has a very dexterous tongue, so it's very useful.”

 

　As soon as he said this, they reached Kochou's neck and opened their mouths wide.
Blades and scissor-shaped tongues emerged from their mouths.
It was clearly not a structure intended for feeding.

 

　'鵺 (Nue)'s latest creation, the surgical youkai insects…
Now, they dripped mucus from their mouths, dripping onto the white skin of the old exorcists.
The strangely cool saliva was also a local anesthetic to numb the sense of pain and prevent the subject from dying of shock during the surgery.

 

　”Huh!? N-no…”

 

　Kochou muttered in fear.
She knew what was about to happen.
It was a fundamental rejection of death as a human being.

 

　No, it was not only that.
Her despair was also due in part to her own powerlessness.
She thought she had drunk the bitter pains of life.
She had experienced much unreason, humiliation, and pain, and she should have made the most of them.

 

　And that is why, this time, she wanted to protect that boy who is the exact replica of that person, and she was confident enough to show him that she could do it.
After all, she thought she was no longer the helpless, naive, and stupid little girl who could not protect or do anything that day.
This time she was going to protect what she wanted to protect.

 

　But now what? She can't say anything about her granddaughters now.
It's like that day all over again.
It's a repeat.
No, it's worse than that.
She can't even protect him, and now she herself is a hostage, a burden, and everything is about to be taken from her before she can do anything.

 

　Therefore, Kochou despairs.
She is confronted with the reality that everything she has done so far is worthless, meaningless, and futile, with her own demise looming ahead.
A future in which everything will be taken from her.

 

　”It can't be like this…
No, no…
this is…
this is…”

　”Hmm.
There's no built-in self-destruct formula…
Well, just do it.”

 

　She trembles with fear, despair, and helplessness, but the shadow gives his orders without emotion.
His only concern was the availability of the self-destruct curse used by the exorcists during the Great War for self-destruction and taking others.
The exorcist from Hasuka (Renge) family was the same, but it was now forbidden by the Imperial Court and had been lost.
The times have become so lax that people do not take measures to protect themselves in case they are captured.

 

　Then, the sharp tongues of the insects, who have been ordered to do so, come close to her section.
First they stroke the surface.
Then they grasped the location of the spine and spinal cord and tried to stick their needle-like tongues into them…
But a moment later, a roar roared in the cave.

 

　”Yeah…?”

 

　It was not a spider's or a hawk's.
Nor was it a mole.
If anything, the closest thing to it was a horse.

 

　For a moment, the roar of the strange creature caused all the beings present to turn their gazes in the direction of the voice.
Immediately after, a sharp sound reverberated through the cave, as if something had been shaken and was cutting through the sky.
A gust of wind blows.
And then…

 

　”This is a surprise…”

 

　A moment after he fell to the ground with his severed upper body, '鵺 (Nue)' muttered.
It was a murmur of amazement and admiration.

 

　At the same time, the millennial mole, which had lost its master, immediately extended more than a hundred tentacles from its head at once, aiming them at the source.
Each of its high-speed tentacles was charged with a high-voltage current that could kill a human being instantly, and even if it did not, it was powerful enough to pierce through steel plates and even armor.
But…
all of them had been obliterated by the servant's arm.

 

　'Buoo!!?'

 

　It didn't even touch the tentacles.
The shockwave had caused the air blades, the tentacles that were hard enough to penetrate not only rocks but even steel plates, to all but vanish.
Understanding this fact, the mole roared in astonishment, but it immediately made its next move.

 

　The mole repelled the air and released an electric shock.
With a flash, a streak of lightning was released.
It hit its target instantly and without missing a beat.
A blast and dust are generated at the same time.
Even the same great youkai would not be able to survive most of these blasts.
So, the mole's mouth hangs open, confident of victory.

 

　But immediately afterward, with a gust of wind, something pierced through the dust.
Then the mole feels a blow on its cheek…
and is blown away.
It spun around and slammed into one of the walls, yanking out the lower half of its body, which was buried under the ground.

 

　'Buoooooooooo!!!???'

 

　The mole, with one-third of its face smashed in, screams in pain as if its own face is being burned, not knowing what has happened.
At the same time, this relatively intelligent youkai barely noticed the anomaly during the intense pain.
The woman whom he had entangled with the tentacles on the tip of his nose was nowhere to be found.

 

　And the hidden eye sewn into the back of its head caught something.

 

　They were black.
The black legs were muscular and strong, bloated.
A thin, tail-like tail stretched out, wagging like a whip.
His long black hair grew down to his back like a mane.
On his head were two antlers like a deer's, and he let out an animal-like roar from his mouth.
He breathed out a white breath that was clearly visible with each exhalation.

 

　A deformed being.
That was the only word to describe it.
It gave the viewer a sense of distortion, or what might be called a sense of discomfort, as if it were a half-hearted mixture of a human being and a monster as if the change was forcibly stopped in the process of a human being becoming a monster.
Spiritual energy, youkai energy, and faint divine energy intertwined with each other, overflowing as if seeping out.

 

　”Huh? Wh-what is…?”

 

　And there it was, in the arms of the deformed figure.
The woman, who was being held in the arms covered with jet-black scales as if she was being held by a princess, seemed to be unable to fully grasp the situation she was in at the moment, the tentacles were instantly ripped off and scratched away.
And the deformity does not wait for his surroundings.

 

　After all, there is the sound of something crushing in the deformity's arms.
When she looked at the source of the sound, she found that the insects that had been clinging to her body had been crushed in the deformity's palm.
The iron-like shells of the insects are crushed and crushed, and the convulsing, dripping green bodily fluids of the insects are slammed to the ground as if they were thrown away to the dust.

 

　”Are you…?”

 

　Kochou looks up at his face and tries to ask something to the deformity that rescued her, but the deformity ignores her and lowers her to the ground.
Unlike the way she had just swatted away the insect, the deformity seemed to be taking care not to injure her.

 

　”Ah…”

 

　Kochou quickly reached out with a trembling hand, but it did not reach her.
The deformity fled from her hand, turned around, and turned toward the monster.

 

　'Roarrrrrrrr!!!!'

 

　In the next moment, the servant, transformed into a half of the monster, looked up to the sky as if howling and roared like a beast itself…