[Alien Ring] Wizard Princess - Turn Falling Girl Into The Most Powerful Demon Instructor

"Shh!

Halvard of Bashram raises his temples and floats Trihorn Dragodis' body wide.

The farthest meadow you can see with binoculars from Alto's sights. So about two hours after I got in touch with Trihorn Dragodis.

Usually it was time for lunch, and the fighting continued until the time of day.

"Hmm!"

"Oh my goodness!

Veteran adventurers who don't miss the gap created by Bashram and put in one chase after another.

Each has a constant blow of Special Attacks with Giant Killing Specialty Gear.

With that furious momentum, Trihorn Dragodis is finally turned over all over his body.

"Bashram! Time to back off!

"Whoa!"

Bashram answers Zephyr's call and leaves promptly.

As the Bashram lowered in time, the attack poured in fury from the shelling squad.

"This time, you're at a better pace than ever."

"Yeah, but we can't be alarmed because we're still getting weaker."

In addition to the attack of the shelling squad, Trihorn Dragodis finally lost one forefoot to use due to the great moves released by Riera.

That's how Bashram returns Zephyr's words with a rugged face.

Sure, this time I could smash the other guy's leg fastest I've ever had.

Quite a few of the wounded are out, about 30% of them are already retreating from the front, but still quite an advantage over the usual years at a time when the dead are not out yet.

However, Trihorn Dragodis still warms up both of his big moves, which can be called trump cards.

I can't think of anything like that that that can be stopped before I use it.

The crusade of the big man in this hand is the real deal after he takes some deep hand.

"I have a bad feeling. You'd better be ready to fight so you can defend yourself at all times."

"... Bashram think so too?

"Oh."

Bashram and Zephyr see the unanimity of each other's views on unspeakable disturbing signs.

I can't say exactly what it is, but I'm pretty sure it just sucks if it stays like this.

"... Huh! The avant-garde retreats now! Everybody, full defense!

Though Lesser, Trihorn Dragodis was deeply hurt with his body by the pride of being a dragon. Seeing the color of anger and hatred in his eyes, Bashram flies directions to the whole thing out loud.

The avant-gardes rushing back after listening to Bashram's instructions. The Artillery Squad also switches the purpose of the attack to backward support over damage.

Where all the avant-gardes who were in melee retreated, the support team deploys a massive physical defensive junction and casts a defensive magic of lightning strike resistance on everyone.

Whether you waited for it or took a while to charge, at a time when everyone's defensive posture was in order, a glimmer of power and a number of thunderstorms would fly from all over Trihorn Dragodis.

"Gu!"

A blow that is held back by the junction and comes through enough damage to get to your knees while layering the magic of lightning strike resistance and the defenses you have prepared yourself.

Unexpectedly groaning, he stabbed Halvard in the hand into the ground to replace Ground and managed to stay on his feet, Bashram.

It's a heavy blow that you probably wouldn't have been able to withstand before, but somehow Bashram isn't working himself out in the wake of the events of the past year.

The training that Yu had carried out assuming that if he became the wingman to fight the demon gods in his absence, he had achieved brilliantly.

"... so easy, don't think they'll do it, you fucking lizard!

Bashrum raising his temper voice so as to shake off all the numbness in his body.

Halvard in his hand begins to shine, as if to echo that Bashram emotion.

Divine Weapon Divine Halvard, the best trump card of Bashram.

It was the moment when its true power was liberated, which I rarely use on a daily basis because of the severity of the activation conditions and its excessive power.

"! Bashram! Not yet!"

"Shit! Even with a lesser, the dragon is a dragon!

Zephyr, who, like Bashram, was about to activate a trump card to decide the battle, raises a cry to encourage vigilance.

Bashrum that reacts instantly to it and changes its structure.

Soon Trihorn Dragodis was about to wake up that body of full-blown creativity, open his mouth wide and spit out his braces.

"Bashram, get down!

"No! That's pointless to the point of laying low! Besides, this is your chance!

"Opportunity!?"

To Bashram's words, Zephyr screams, forgetting to lay low.

Ignoring Zephyr's reaction like that, Bashram screams at Bertilde.

"I'm going on a slightly worse bet! Bertilde, I'm sorry, but you've got to do everything you can to cover me!

'Okay!

Bertilde answers Bashram's call and instantly activates several spiritual magics.

Trihorn Dragodis that only painfully inspires pride by small objects trying to get their teeth to themselves and converges their energies in an attempt to make the braces even more powerful.

Bashram keeps watching Trihorn Dragodis as he maintains his poking stance, but also misses a few moves.

Sound and colour gradually disappear from the perimeter of the bashrum in the tense feeling of a tingling throat, slowing the movement of the world.

(... Coming!?)

In a world where sound and color disappeared, Trihorn Dragodis' neck slowly turns back.

Bashram continues to stare desperately at his opponent's movements as he learns to rush and fear the way it is.

In the meantime, Trihorn Dragodis finally spit out a brace that increased its power to the limit.

(... Coming! No, it's still early!

A brace that boosts output, compresses and converges, and has already reached the plasma zone rather than a thunderbolt, approaches in slow motion to swallow and burn the bashrums down.

Bashram is about to unleash an attack by losing that pressure, bringing his mental power to total mobilization.

(... Not yet, almost!

As it is, a slight time lag until the move takes shape in the time you stick out Halvard, the degree of convergence and angle of the braces.

Calmly identify such things in extreme fear and gauge the optimal timing.

If the timing is any quicker, we will not punch through the braces and we will lose them, and if it is too late, we will not scatter the braces that reach us and we will hit each other.

Chances are for a moment. We will not start over, and if we make mistakes, we will be wiped out.

At last, Bashram took the moment with a veteran's sense of smell.