To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

The main camp of the Royal Army of Arcadia was attacked by a group of " dependents," and the situation was extremely chaotic.

The attackers were moving at a blinding speed between friend and foe, spreading their murderous intent at random.

"Damn, these bastards!"

"They're fast!　They're coming at you..."

"My arm, my arm!"

　There were few who could fight on equal terms. The " dependents " are both in the realm of power and speed that are inhuman, and they charge forward without regard to the wear and tear that would be avoided by humans.

It would be strange for a normal person to be able to fight against a monster that would risk its life to perform a series of battle strategies.

Even if fought normally, it is impossible to win. Their fighting power is too far off the scale. If anyone could resist such a monster, it would be no one other than an overwhelmingly strong man.

"I will take care of it!"

Vasel, who had returned to the scene earlier than the other two, met the attack from the front, ready to kill the soldier at any moment.

The appearance of a hero whose speed was not a bluff but a sure sign that he had the power to compete with the other side, the place was suddenly abuzz with excitement.

Vasel dared to break free from the fierce clash. The dependents, who were forced to use all their strength, fell forward, and then Vasel struck them with a powerful sword flash.

　It was a perfect strike, taking advantage of the gap. If it were a normal opponent, the match would have been won with just this strike, but the opponent is a member of the lineage of things that threaten this world.

"I see, this is a troublesome opponent."

　The damage was only a slight chipping of the armor. While repairing it, Vasel sees his opponent unleash a counter with abnormal action that cannot be performed by a human, and he corrects the threat level to a high level.

"They have subhuman physical capabilities, sturdiness, behavior beyond the range of human motion, and regenerative powers. Even a few of them would bring down an ordinary city.'

　We must not omit even one of them. If they are not exterminated here without fail, unprecedented damage will be inflicted.

　Vasel's will to fight swelled. It was such a dense killing spirit that even Schneizel's close associates were momentarily caught flat-footed.

　Norwin, who was engaged in a battle in the distance, had his presence raised in response.

And here, too, was a man who was accelerating instead of fearing.

"Too late, you little chicken!"

The man who was supposed to have been cut passed behind him at a speed that was imbued with afterimages, just as it seemed to everyone that his sword had sliced through the man.

　Just as they passed by each other, a rattling sound of crushing echoed through the air, and the jet-black armor blew up and shattered into pieces with a loud bang.

"Geez, won't this kill you?"

　The man's eyebrows furrowed deliberately as his opponent repeatedly regenerated. Before the regeneration was finished, he struck back with several dozen blows, and then he was intercepted by another follower, who tearfully evacuated the area. The evasive maneuver was also done at super-speed.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"He's too ...... fast!"

The surrounding soldiers peeled their eyes and tilted their heads at the strange strong warrior. No wonder they did not recognize the man.

　He is Frankel, Hyann's right-hand man, who is mainly active in the underworld. , and although he is seen on the surface on rare occasions, he is rarely seen by anyone.

　Because--

"Too slow, too late".

　Because he is too fast.

Speed is directly related to power. If you overlap your attack with the enemy's attack, the relative speed will jump even higher.

　By striking the opponent with the power he thus gained, Frankel was destroying head-on the sturdiness that even Vasel had difficulty breaking through.

Of course, that much impact was on his own body as well,

"Hei!"

　By constantly managing his spacing and frequently activating his recovery magic when he finds an opening, he continues to maintain a high level of fighting ability.

　He is fast, strong, and therefore powerful. Frankel is pushing the same specs that dependents are pushing on ordinary troops,

With the appearance of the two strong men and the presence of Norwin, who unexpectedly put up a good fight, the front line gradually began to regain stability.

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At the same time, on the main street of the fortress city of Ausstadt.

"What in the world is going on?"

Gardias, who had come down to the city from the headquarters of military operations after hearing the commotion, was speechless at the devastation.

The street, which had been crowded with many stores, had been completely burned to the ground. Most of the merchants and citizens had been burned to death or killed in explosions, and even those who had survived were in a state that made them want to close their eyes.

"Someone help ! Liliana, Liliana!"

　A young boy was screaming in agony. A young girl with severe burns all over her body was lying beside him.

　Her chest was slightly rising and falling, indicating that she still had some life left in her, but Ghardias, who had seen many injuries as a general, immediately realized that the girl would die out if she did not receive proper treatment right away.

　In all honesty, he wants to save her. But--

"■■■■■■■!!!!"

　In front of the huge armor clad in a jet-black aura, the rescue efforts came to a halt.

It was such a threat that even Galdias felt threatened with death. There was no way they could leave that thing behind and save the little girl alone.

　There is only one course of action to take when weighing the cost of one child's life against the lives of everyone in this city.

Oh, Uncle, you're might high rank men u? Please, save her! Please!

"Boy, I'm sorry."

　Gardias ignored the boy, Arthur, who cried out as if he was begging him, and held up his sword. The black armor gripped his greatsword as if to answer him.

"What?"

The stance was so similar to Isaac's that Ghardias' thoughts were filled with shock.

　The rigidity lasted only a moment. It would have been less than a blink of an eye.

However, with a sense of smell reminiscent of the person who originated the characteristic posture, the dependents furiously took advantage of the opportunity.

"■■■"

　The first blow was a safe roundup. After seeing this, Galdias came to his senses and unleashed a strike from the top that knocked him down.

　He covered the attack coming from below from above. It was a good strike for a spur-of-the-moment attack, taking advantage of the laws of physics.

However, as if mocking such a reasonable explanation, the dependents easily blew away Ghardias.

"Is it really you, Isaac?"