Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

What's more, the visitors are dwarfs!

Such demi-humans, who are known as the weakest race, certainly don't have much ability!

"What's going on now? Do they think four people can surround our army? Don't make me laugh, you bunch of idiots!!"

As the veteran general laughed, an atmosphere of contempt for his opponent gradually spread from the surrounding soldiers.

Naturally, this group completely lowered their guard.

--If one were to point out Orcas's miscalculation, it would be that he did not expect his opponent, though a dwarf, to be the strongest dwarf in the world, whose true identity was that of a first-class adventurer who did not care about the size of the enemy force, and who came from the famous Freya Familia.

In short, he completely miscalculated.

"Everyone is in position."

"Let's get started."

"Let's get started."

"Watch me kill them all."

The four Jariba brothers stood motionless on the sand dune, looking down at the Valsha army before them. Even though they were far apart, they seemed to be telepathically communicating and spoke at the same time.

Distance doesn't mean much to these four people.

As long as they are within each other's line of sight, they can join forces to annihilate even tens of thousands of enemies without any escaping.

His face, hidden beneath the yellow sand helmet, stared expressionlessly at the group of soldiers laughing loudly below. Then, as if pulled by gravity, he slowly leaned forward—and then charged down the sand dune in one breath.

Shortly afterward, cries and screams came from four directions simultaneously.

This battle was later known in history as the "Battle of Sind".

Whether it was the mysterious group "Eight Heroes" who helped the prince of the fallen kingdom, or the plans orchestrated by the "evil gods" of Valsha, this historic battle has been the subject of numerous songs and plays by bards. Countless historians have sought to ascertain exactly what happened on that day.

In short, regardless of whether this battle was real or not, it became so famous that it spawned revolutionary tactics.

That is "a cross-generational encirclement and annihilation formation that can be executed by just four people".

The plan involved deploying four individuals to surround and annihilate an army of 20,000—while the above may seem nonsensical, this incredibly powerful formation left a profound impact on strategists of later generations.

This deadly tactic, which made famous military strategists shake their heads and thought "how could such a stupid thing come true," and which was enough to become a symbol of the age of gods, did indeed wipe out Varsha's 20,000-strong army—that's how it's recorded in history.

This astonishing record was left by Orcas Gruy, a renowned historian of the desert world. He was not only one of the few survivors of the Battle of Sind, but also witnessed the scene firsthand as a commander-in-chief, and wrote these words in his autobiography:

"I am truly sorry for underestimating you all back then."

*

"General Jafar! Valsha's army has already begun the battle!!"

"What did you say!?"

While the four brothers Hedin, Hegni, and Jariba were wreaking havoc, the Sharzad army, which was deployed alone in the "Jazp Desert," finally noticed the hellish scene being staged by the Valsha army.

After receiving a report from a scout that "although they don't know what happened, the Valsha army was utterly defeated," they immediately led their troops to "Sindesha Plain".

"By the time they arrive, the war will probably be over."

The person muttering to himself on the deck was Freya, who was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed.

She sailed leisurely on the "Desert ship," a vessel belonging to the Fazl Merchant Guild and helmed by the merchant's personal attendants, in a location from which she could enjoy a distant view of the battlefield of the Sind Sand Plains.

"But is this alright? Goddess Freya, let Lady Ari... let Prince Aram act separately."

"Since that child insists on witnessing that battle with her own eyes, there's nothing I can do about it, isn't there? Besides, as a 'king,' it's perfectly justified for her to have this idea."

Freya answered the question posed by the burly man beside her in this way.

Ari is currently only accompanied by a few guild followers, staying in a location much closer to the battlefield than Freya and the others, to observe the battle.

Compared to the enemy forces, it is indeed worrying that she might be attacked by monsters, but it should be alright.

After all, a tremendous battle had taken place nearby, and even monsters would be too frightened to attack humans.

Freya couldn't help but smile at the thought of the expression on Ari's face as she watched the battle.

"...By the way, who are you?"

Freya only noticed this now and asked the burly man who was serving her as if it were his due.

Freya was a little late in complaining because this person came to serve as her attendant quite naturally, but the burly man with wheat-colored skin answered calmly.

"I am Boffman."

Stop making random constructions.

Freya thought to herself, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The man who called himself Boffman was no longer the obese fat man with a bloated belly, but a strong and muscular man whose body was covered with well-honed muscles. Although he still had a small mustache on his face, his solid body composed of wheat-colored skin made him look like a smaller version of O.

"After receiving severe punishment from Lord Otto and other lords last night, I can say that I have learned my lesson... This physique speaks for itself."

The man who called himself Boffman seemed to sense the question, "What happened to you last night?" in Freya's eyes.

So he closed his eyes and calmly gave the answer. Freya, of course, didn't understand.

Not only his appearance, but even his tone of voice had changed completely. The sudden transformation overnight truly opened the goddess's eyes.

"...Are you coming to my room tonight?"

"I appreciate your kindness, but a beast like me is not worthy to accept your invitation."

Boffman declined cautiously in a magnetic tone. Freya felt a strange sense of frustration.

Freya felt a surge of anger and secretly decided to vent her frustration on Otto later.

"...Goddess Freya, please look over there..."

Boffman and the other crew members all looked in the same direction.

When Freya also turned her gaze in that direction, she discovered a "cyclone" that was whipping up clouds of yellow sand—

*

"It's...it's a sandstorm..."

Faced with this ferocious tornado that could completely block out all vision, the Valsha soldiers screamed in terror.

Soldiers who couldn't escape were swallowed up one after another by the strong winds that whipped up gusts of sand and dust, and were trapped in the storm after letting out blood-curdling screams.

After witnessing this mysterious phenomenon, the 10,000 soldiers of the 4th Division of the Valshay Army were completely thrown into panic.

"Th-what is that!? 'Magic'!?"

This is wrong.

That was caused by "running fast".

That was caused by an extraordinary, unimaginable "super-high-speed movement" that stirred up strong winds and caused sandstorms. This phenomenon was simply a "byproduct" of this action.

The platoon leader, screaming in agony, was caught in a storm so dark he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. Suddenly, a flash of light, formed from a silver spear, approached and pierced his chest.

"Huh────!?"

The enemy coughed up a lot of blood from his chest and collapsed, utterly exhausted. The fighting cat, however, didn't even glance at him—and continued its swift descent.

"Tch, just like back in the Desert Maze, it always turns out like this in the desert."

Allen kept wielding his silver spear, having already slain countless enemies.

Unstoppable and slaughtering enemy troops, each acceleration he made generated powerful gusts of wind, eventually turning into sandstorms that engulfed the Valsha army. Allen muttered a complaint about the phenomenon he had caused in the "lower levels" of the dungeon, and continued to accelerate, killing the soldiers thrown into chaos by the storm.

"The fastest in the labyrinth city (Orario)".

This was no metaphor; Allen's speed truly surpassed that of any adventurer, like a high-speed war chariot, dragging a sandstorm across the battlefield. To the Valsha army, it was no different from being attacked by a natural disaster or a colossal monster. Although soldiers tried to turn and run, Allen spared no enemy with their backs turned.

Not a single person shouted that they were surrendering.

No one waved a white flag in the face of the storm.

The soldiers didn't even have time to see Allen's figure before they were all pierced through the body by the silver spear.

"Haha────!!"

"!"

That's how it should be.

An "attacker" wielding two swords broke through the swirling sandstorm to attack Allen.

Allen initially tried to parry with his gun—but he immediately changed his mind and dodged instead.

With his superhuman dynamic vision, he saw that the blades of the two swords were strangely red and blue.

As if declaring that his dodge was the right choice, the two "demon swords" spewed out flames and blizzards respectively.

The raging flames and frost strong enough to freeze the desert swept in, instantly dispersing the sandstorm.

Allen landed and stopped, looking at the enemy who was preventing him from moving any further.

"It's you who's hindering Lord Lashap's plans!"

This slender, tall man is an elf.

He had fair skin and long, flowing black hair, and his upper body was completely naked except for a cloak. His skin, especially his face and chest, was covered with tattoos resembling battle makeup, but he didn't look like a warrior; instead, he exuded an unusual aura.

"I am Hill, the first retainer of Lord Lasher and the commander of the company!"

"...Does that god named Rashap have a bad habit of introducing themselves all among his followers?"

The man, who called himself Hill, ignored Allen's opinion and made a sound like the metallic clanging of two "magic swords" in his hands.

"You're pretty good! I could tell at a glance! Especially your speed! Are you a warrior from beyond the desert like us? No, could you be an adventurer from the labyrinth city (Orario)!?"

Whether it was the overly exciting atmosphere of the battlefield or the overwhelming welcome of an absolute powerhouse that caused him to lose his mind, the handsome elf's face contorted with excitement as he cheered loudly after guessing Allen's origins.

As Eren grew increasingly enraged by the other party's irritating voice and annoying attitude, the leader of the La Sharp Familia deepened his smile.

"Even I, known as the 'Kabir' in the Keos Desert, cannot defeat you! I have absolutely no chance!! Hahahaha! How terrifying! Ah~ How can there be such a fearsome warrior in the world!"

Hill was fully aware of the strength of both sides, yet he continued to laugh loudly.

Allen was so displeased that he developed a clear murderous intent. Just as he had had enough of the laughter and decided to kill the person in front of him instantly, Hill keenly sensed Allen's ferocious murderous aura and reacted quickly.

"If this continues, I'll be killed! So let me show you my invincible 'Warrior's Killer Move'!"

He then began a chilling chant.

"[Let the plague rage!]"

As Allen was surprised that this was not "magic" but a "curse," Hill also revealed his "ultimate move."

"【Beloved by the pandemic】!"

Suddenly, a glare shot over.

Hill's eyes, radiating an eerie light, shot out beams of light. Even Allen, who could swiftly dodge a hail of bullets and any area-of-effect attack, could not escape the "gaze beam" that could be fired simply by looking at the target.

Allen quickly covered his eyes with his hands to block the dark purple flash, and spat on the spot.

Few curses can directly harm the body like offensive magic.

Therefore, he did not move, intending to explore the characteristics of the "curse" that bound him.

Allen's limbs were normal, and he didn't feel any decrease in his abilities. Even if his "magic" or "skills" were sealed, he could still kill Hill and the others with his weapon alone, so it was harmless, and his five senses were unaffected. After quickly confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, Allen deduced that this was a counter-attack type "curse."

There also exists a "curse" in this world where damage is reflected back to the attacker, also known as "reflection damage".

After Allen discerned from his opponent's words and actions that he did not belong to the direct-attack fighting style, he clicked his tongue again and looked up.

"...?"

Hill was nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, but there weren't even any other soldiers in sight. Only the vast desert, the azure sky, and the scorching sun with its deadly rays remained unchanged.

Allen initially suspected it was a hallucination, but he quickly dismissed the hypothesis because the soldiers he had turned into corpses were still lying on the ground, and the bloodstains were still there.

The key point is that, possessing the sense of smell of orcs, he could detect the presence of countless soldiers nearby.

—Is it stealth? Or is it creating an "illusion" that benefits the enemy?

Allen frowned suspiciously, following the scent as he prepared to thrust his spear—

"Brother."

Allen stopped in his tracks because of the "girl's" call.