Alchemist Yuki's Strategy

Keep capturing Puffignon Queen for decades.

Fubuki's body could not fly or dive into the darkness, so it relied on cover-up skills to act in secret.

But it's over, and now I have 10 pussy cute puffies floating around me.

I mean, it's no exaggeration to say that Eastern intelligence is under my control.

For this reason, information was transmitted simultaneously from the 10 transmitters installed to the Ark Queen.

The contents are four unusual cases, four during the invasion, and two strong external enemies.

Now it's moving to the designated point.

A huge amount of magic for external enemies, conveyed by my false information from Ark Queen, will be plundered by me along the way and kept delicious.

If we don't use it to crusade paffignons, we have to restore it to the earth.

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Paffignon Archqueen LV148

We found and captured the Ark Queen.

I didn't teach a little big puffy to be nasty like a child... I talked to her and asked her to help me out.

You will now have complete control of the paffignon on the eastern side.

Larger transmitters were installed instead of arc queens to reduce the erosion speed of paffignons.

Let's just say we do it after everything is over.

The next destination is the mountain side.

Paffignon on the western side seems to have successfully destroyed my delivery and has already captured four queens.

I looked at how you were catching him, and Zachark, you made a transparent sphere with magic, trapped in that sphere that dances in the universe.

The paffignon on the part of the principality apparently has someone quite struggling in the woods, focusing on where it is and the principality, and the erosion speed is considerably slower.

I stopped the magic that was being sent from the eastern side, so it would run out of magic at the time and I wouldn't be able to fight.

And the puffies on the eastern side...

"Hugh," "Hugh," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," "Hughey," Hughey, "" Hughey, "" Hughey, "Hughey," "Hughey," Hughey, "Hughey," Hughey, "Hughey," Hughey, "Hughey," Hughey, "Hughey

- It was a chorus.

Ten grandchildren, Puffy, are wrapped around their arms and gathered together to do a naughty maneuver in the air, with one child, Puffy, pointing his face in the direction of travel at its center.

Daikon, you must be practicing your language.

I'm intertwining my hands, because I'm transmitting my experience.

In the beginning, all I did was make a wind cut noise with Hugh, but now I can even make a pronunciation.

While listening to their singing, which turned into a mysterious instrument, I was looking for my next queen.