(Now!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The angle, position, degree of convergence of the brace, sees out when everything matches the conditions, and Bashram steps in loudly barking to protrude Divine Hulbert.

Divine Halvard's tip deforms, from which the spear of light grows and clashes with the brace, antagonizing it as it presses against each other.

The moment the brace and the spear of light collide, the heavy response passes to the bashrum.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Bashram knew this was going to happen.

Confirm that the response you communicate has changed, and immediately get your temper up and stick out the spear further.

At the mercy of Bashram, Divine Halvard stretches the spear of light thick and long. At that price, various energies such as physical and mental strength are rapidly taken away from Bashram's body.

Spears of light, which have taken massive amounts of energy from Bashram, stretch relentlessly through the braces to smash the head of Trihorn Dragodis.

Thought I'd finish the Trihorn Dragodis as it were, and the dragons also show their will to inject more energy into the braces and start pushing back.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!

Neither of them have marginal seemingly marginal power, while the life-threatening push against each other antagonizes each other again in a position of bashrum advantage.

"Shit! Let me do the bashrum!

Zephyr, who decides this is not a good idea, goes into preparing the trump card he used earlier to follow Bashram.

From the support team, healing and auxiliary magic fly one after the other against Bashram.

But still, the dragon's willingness to die is not Dada.

A little more, I can't push that little more.

"Bashram or opponent, it's a delicate place to see which health runs out first..."

Bertilde, who was coming down from the position of the shelling squad to next to Bashram, tells him that with a rugged face, he can't make it in time with support from where he left off at the time he was said to be a bad bet for minutes.

Behind that, too, are the members of the deep red lily who have shown a lot of activity this time.

"I can't follow you somehow!?"

"If you get your hands on them badly and their rays deviate, the damage will be unusual at that point!

"Don't let the target's rays slip away, it'll get in Mr. Bashram's way..."

Aines screams the problem and Marietta holds her head in words that contain viola's impatience.

I'm sure Riera would have the means to do about one thing, but she can't move quickly with the recoil of an earlier lightning-resistant physical junction.

As a young adventurer's party, I had too little training field experience and handbills to do anything at a time like this, even though it was a deep red lily with one losing strength.

Still, the moment Viola tries to scream if anything happens, Yuna snaps a potpourri.

"Brace means breath, so if you can disrupt your breathing for just a moment, maybe..."

"" "" "" "" That's it!

I endorse Yuna's crush with a voice not only deep red lilies, but even Zephyr and Bertilde.

Do not try anything you can think of that you can try right away.

"Sleep!"

"Spirit of the Wind! Secure his neck, thin the air around him!

"If you aim for your throat well!

"Mr. Bashram, try harder! Recover!"

Bashram continues to press against Trihorn Dragodis, pale and silent, even after so many other members have begun to obstruct him softly.

That concentration is a great deal.

Using elixir for bashrum or even trying to concentrate your opponent for a minute and a half makes your surroundings desperate to improve the situation.

It was once again Yuna who was the deciding factor in changing the situation.

"Try things! Payne!"

A special sacred magic/pane that only gives the other person the feeling of pain.

Sometimes the effect is unstable due to the high amount of magic consumed there, which is basically magic that is only used about the time of trial or punishment.

That just happened to make it through, and for a moment it cramps and the braces stop.

In that stopped moment, a spear of light emitted by Bashram struck and crushed the head of Trihorn Dragodis directly.

"Don't Human Lick, Fucking Lizard"

A bashrum that causes a moment of standing glare and is about to kneel, and throws up so much with guts.

The words are cheered out by the adventurers and military around them.

There, Yu with Tifa came down from the sky.

"... Ugh, I couldn't make it"

"Well, it's a dungeon that size. Yeah, I said it, but I didn't think I'd make it from the start."

"... Ugh. I shortened my time so forcefully..."

Yu and Tifa walk near Bashram and the others in such a blurry conversation.

To such yu and tifa, Bertilde speaks in bewilderment.

"Hey Yu......"

"Hmm? Are you trying to tell me it's too soon?

"Yeah. You said yesterday, it would take until tomorrow on the scale of the dungeon, right?

"If you give up your income and burn it down from one end in Operation Scorched Earth, you can manage to shorten it to about this point. Instead of burning everything down from one end with Tifa's firepower, the move was on a scale that I would hold and fly around and still take this long,"

"Give up your income, and so does the material, anyway, the crate?

"Oh, well, there was a drop item from the core, so it's totally unpaid, but it's not."

Explain that far, Yu gazing at Trihorn Dragodis' body.

Sometimes only one head and forefoot has been damaged, and dismantling is going to be a big job.

"In the meantime, I'll explain the details later. I'm going to dismantle it, so Mr. Bertilde can take Mr. Bashram home first, rest his body, and we can celebrate the victory."

"Right. I'm just tired and I haven't had lunch yet, so let me do that."

"Oh."

There are a lot of things I want to get into, but honestly, I was seriously tired, and I honestly take Yu's offer, Bertilde.

Yu dropping it off and proceeding with the crisp dismantling.

There was also the presence of Yu, who had been able to dismantle the dragon of this hand, and by sundown the dismantling proceeded to a size that could be transported into Alto.