Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de - 393 That sounds like a tough one, too.

When Lian Mita was holding such a countermeasure meeting, similar problems had arisen around Klinge.

There was damage among the soldiers and workers who were engaged in the task of cutting through the woods to welcome the Crusaders.

Moreover, like the Crusaders on this side, the damage had been devastating for the lack of such beings as the brave, the Lianya, and other elite soldiers.

“What the fuck are these guys?!?

Screaming, the spear-piercing soldier.

Its tips are wrapped around its tentacles, and at the next moment the body of every spear soldier who grabs it with tremendous force and momentum dances through the universe.

The soldier, who rose to the height of desperate necessity if he fell as he did, stiffened his body in anticipation of the impact of a collision on the ground, and meditated his eyes all over it, but the only vibration that had been transmitted to the soldier’s body when he fell after a number of floats was that he fell on something elastic, rather than the severe pain that would have arisen when he collided on the solid ground.

But given what that soldier was going to experience afterwards, it would have been pretty much better if he had honestly fallen to the ground and been desperate.

While I was surprised that the pain never came, the eye-opening soldier I was meditating on screamed when I realized that the situation I was in was much worse than I thought.

The body of a soldier who had been raised in the universe had been dropped over a place where countless tentacles were folded.

As if waiting for the soldier to open his eyes, the twitching tentacles restrained the entire body without giving the soldier time to escape, and continued to seep digestive fluid from its surface to begin to take in the soldier’s body.

Soul-extinguishing screams, but no one was left on the spot to be able to go and help such an unlucky soldier.

The trigger is one goblin the soldiers encountered in the woods while on guard.

Soldiers who thought it would be an individual stranded from the herd immediately began an attack to crusade this goblin, but the goblin pierced by the tip of his forehead that made him want to tilt his neck so much against a single goblin, betrayed the expectations of the soldiers who thought he would die as it was, and hung on the soldiers as they let their pink tentacles snap from their entire bodies as they were pierced by spears.

The first person taken in was a soldier who approached inadvertently to confirm Goblin’s life and death.

As the soldier screamed, he was tangled by the tentacles that came from Goblin’s body, and the soldiers who saw the sight of several tentacles entering his screaming mouth simply saw the sight until the scream of creeping was interrupted, unable to take immediate action.

And the first victim, the soldier, was attacked against his allies until then.

The soldiers hesitated to attack the victim, who was on the verge of being on their side.

By the time that hesitation creates the second victim and finally points the weapon in the hands of the soldiers towards the victims properly, several more soldiers will have suffered the damage of their tentacles.

From there it was a terrible thing.

The spears that are thrust and swords that are rolled out pierce and cleave the victims’ bodies, but the wounds that are made in that way are filled with tentacles that are flooded from the inside out, and it’s as if it works.

While doing so, the victims, no matter how much they destroy their bodies, stick to them, or the soldiers they hold are attacked by tentacles that have stretched out of the victim’s body, screaming for help.

“Don’t come! Don’t come over here. No!

Stick out the spear the young soldier has in his hands again and again in desperate shape.

Its tip pierces all over the victim’s body slowly approaching, and it lumps a hole, but from that hole the tentacles just show up, and not a drop of blood flows out.

If this had been the kind of undead, we might still have been able to deal with it calmly, but are the victims still conscious, and they approach us looking for help?

The soldier’s warfare broke down lightly on the creep, throwing the spear in his hand to the ground, showing his back and trying to escape, but his escape destination has already been blocked by another victim.

The soldier, rushing to regain control of the thrown spear, is held by the victim, who was approaching from behind, and leans back as he raises an unexplained cry as he sees the tentacles stretching from the victim’s mouth to his mouth more slowly.

“You’re lying… why are you doing this… what the hell…”

Soldiers are not all men.

The female soldier was on the spot again.

She still had a weapon in her hand at the time of the raid, but when she saw her companions being victimized by one tentacle after another, she finally took off her weapon, just holding her cheeks with both hands and shivering as she repeatedly said the same thing.

The victims attack her like that without a problem.

“Do, ah… don’t come, don’t come!

Former companions surrounding her drag her hands all the way down to the ground.

Its screaming, bumpy hands and feet was as if it were being assaulted, but what is actually being done is ravaged by tentacles stretching out of the bodies of the soldiers.

I try to push the body that I manage to get over, but by then, many victims have already covered over her, and in time, the limbs that were bumping will no longer be visible to the bodies of the victims that fold.

These kinds of damage were becoming more frequent all over the woods.

“Even though my head hurts.”

The Grand Duke of Triden held his head inside an extraordinary office he had set up in Lianya’s castle in Klinge for successive rising damage reports.

Even in the midst of the troublesome business of exploring the forest of chi, the problem arose of raids from an unidentified and mysterious existence.

If you look at it from the side of the partition, it didn’t really accumulate.

It was just relatively fortunate that something had been found to exist that would strike within quite some time when it came to the damage on the part of the ethnic territories.

Nevertheless, it is a story to such an extent that an inexplicable tentacle monster strikes, and there was not an effective means of countering this.

Trouble is, these tentacles attack soldiers and workers, prey on them and grow, and when they grow to a certain size, they divide, creating smaller individuals and increase.

The Grand Duke will make certain decisions against this enemy who can hardly kill off even if he tries to defeat them, and will continue to increase for that matter if the victim comes out.

“In the name of the Demon King’s Crusader from all over the continent, procure your own oil. If there’s a reluctant country out there, you can blackmail us.”

“Are you sure? I was wondering if it would cause quite a rebellion…”

When the Grand Duke gathered his ministers, he gave them such an order.

Of course, the subordinates were surprised by this and showed difficulty.

No matter how emergency, oil is a necessity for the livelihood of folk grass, because there was no doubt that there would be considerable distrust if this were to be procured in large quantities and forcefully.

But the Grand Duke didn’t think there were any other measures he could take.

“I also ask the Queen of the Beasts and the Emperor of the Elves. Anyway, we need a lot of oil here.”

The Queen of the Beasts and the Emperor of the Elves used the transfer gates to come and go between their country and Klinge.

We were both just returning to our own country when the problem arose, but when I heard that I was going to ask these two to do the same, the look on my subordinates’ faces was strong.

However, if the Lord commanded, it had to be obeyed, and the messengers would soon fly to both countries, but the information these messengers brought back was a sufficient substitute for the dark distortion of the Grand Duke’s expression.

“The Queen of the Beast Nation has been denied the request. Best of luck to you.”

“The emperor of the elves as well”

“… looks like the problem isn’t just here”

If there was nothing, neither of them should have turned down the Grand Duke’s request.

Neither the Queen nor the Emperor had good relations with the Grand Duke, without having to consider that they might be hostile to the Duchy of Triden.

But turning it down there meant that there was a problem in both countries, and maybe they were both thinking the same thing as the Grand Duke.

“The Queen, to the Emperor anyway… would have been a bitter decision as an elf”

“Your Majesty, what the hell are you going to do”

The Grand Duke gives instructions to the minister who asks him to transfer the measures he had in mind to implementation.

“Mobilize soldiers. Transport oil to the working area of the temperate forest. And deploy as many magicians as possible. If you’re good at flaming magic, fine.”

I’ll arrange it right away.

“You don’t have to wait for the oil to accumulate. Let the soldiers sprinkle oil into the woods as soon as they arrive. The tentacle creatures are difficult opponents to kill by normal means. Then we’ll have to bake every forest.”

“Do you mean to burn the forest of temper…”

The tentacle monster is not the only one in the woods.

Some animals live in demons.

If you burn a forest like that on a massive scale, it’s not something you’ve figured out what’s going to happen, and no one has ever moved that into action.

But from the information that was coming up, the Grand Duke decided that there was no other way to defeat the tentacle monster, and decided to move it into action.

“It’s too late for it to increase beyond our control. Now you may still be able to bake and reduce the number. If you burn the forest, even if you can’t reduce it, you can make a pioneering part of it. It would be somewhat better than dealing with it in the woods, as it is now.”

“Why don’t you just pull your hand out of the woods of temper?

The Grand Duke shook his head sideways to the prophecy from his subordinate minister.

“There are already victims out there, and that monster will recognize us as prey. Even if people leave the woods, they could eat demons and animals and get more. Do you think you can defend this city if it swells to a scale beyond your control and it hits Klinge from the woods?

Subordinates fade to the words of the Grand Duke.

Like the Grand Duke, if those tentacles were to form a herd and overflow out of the woods, I didn’t think I could prevent that in the present Duchy of Triden, which has sent most of its power across the woods.

The Grand Duke thinks the same thing again, jumping the instructions before it’s too late and before it’s too late.

“I’ll burn the woods anyway. If you burn every forest, you will have fewer individuals, and most importantly, you will be able to secure space between Klinge and the forest. I’ll do it thoroughly if I decide to.”

“I’ll get right to it.”

“Let’s also work on arranging personnel and materials for our defenses”

Did you recognise the seriousness of the matter again, watching the rushing subordinates move out, the Grand Duke wished he could do something about this, but he put his hand on his forehead, exhaling heavily and gloomy.