"Mr. Rand! Mail! Milleolo on the mail!"
The cry of Quella turns the question into a conviction.
And at the same time...
"Gruuuuuuuhhhhh"
"What is this!?"
I lost my ego enough to wonder if it was Ghoul who filled my surroundings...
"Elves... beasts... are those... adventurers?!"
Is this the cause of the high number of reactions from inside?
"What happened, Queela?"
"After Mileoro got on the mail, the lab connections started to move... and so did the adventurers who came to this place afterwards..."
"Was it such an indiscriminate attack...?!"
At least I'm lucky it doesn't work for me...
Anyway, the problem is that the enemy in front of us is not just Mail.
Although there is no hostility to Quéla, I am no longer a trusted opponent.
And above all, instinct told me it was very dangerous to cut my eyes off from the mail now.
Ray, Ace, take care of the others.
The two flew to crush the enemies who were approaching from their surroundings before answering.
The adventurers around me will be blown away by the moving Ray and Ace.
Still, it didn't sink with a single blow, so I got up and attacked...
"It's like an undead..."
"No... I'm alive"
It was a bad hobby.
I mean, I made a puppet alive.
But you can't use my skills on someone who isn't dead, and I know that if I take my consciousness to you, the mail in front of me will come up with something.
We kept seeing each other...
- Don't.
Oh, you've grown so small.
"... you hah..."
"Unfortunately, I'm not your partner."
Milm!
The opponent who was fighting in the air was still showing resistance after being struck by the ground.
I don't know what the principle is, but the other party is not undead with unusual vitality.It is decorated because it is milm, but the whole thing is equivalent to S rank.
"I've come because there seem to be a lot of customers... but... it's not the ratio of the ancient dragons."
Milm whispers to me, lightly decorating something that was a bloody adventurer trying to bite me.
There are quite a few enemies around, but Milm is right...
"Ah... my mail is gone..."
If you let go, it's not territory, it'll destroy the country.
Re-energize the words.
Mail was a genius, not to mention that.
That magical talent was so much in line with that of the great wise men of our time.
That is why there is no doubt that the presence before us is powerful enough to threaten the country now that Mileoro's madness has been added to it.
"I'll take care of the fish around me.You take that.... "
"Ahh!"
Hands behind your back.
Mail pulled out his cane, but the speed was different from Mail's, who used to be a rear guard.
"Early?!"
I rushed to concentrate on [Black Mist] and [Night King] Defense Avoidance...
"Gu...."
I didn't know what magic was thrown from the wand.
No, it doesn't matter anymore.
Attribute compatibility, state abnormality effects, and so on have long been irrelevant.
If that happens, this is...
"Looks like we're fighting each other's undead."
"Nh...."
The magic attack reward has begun.