Another World Transfer in Game Character

Sealing the wings, Wyburn fell into the valley of the rocks. But that's not the end of it.

Rather, this is where it comes from.

Wyburn's health is high. And the weapon's still there, poison needles on the kicking nails, fangs on the tail.

Above all, its weight makes it a weapon.

It's hard to shred your health while preventing this.

"I go downstairs and direct command. You guys need restraint and healing here!

That's what Howell shouted and went downstairs telling him the rope that hung him down the cliff.

This is where my work begins.

Sandwiched by a narrow cliff, Wyburn can't make a big move. Use it to pinch from front to back.

Now that we can't fly through the sky, Wyburn's kicking fingernails are sealed as well.

If we pinch this place, we just need to concentrate on the fangs before, and watch out for the tail and the poison needle ahead behind.

When a shielded warrior supports the front and tries to pull off the net and fly away, the sister of the sling, who refrained on the top, takes control of the front.

If I get hurt, I will heal immediately, and I will not let it take care of me.

From Wyburn's point of view, it can be called a completely packed situation.

"Ah, [heels]!

A warrior who has received his tail is blown away and slapped by a rock. He flew his heels just to the point where his body leaned and kept him on the front.

The warrior's uncle waved gently here to convey his apologies.

"Oh, you guys! Don't expose yourself in front of the lady. You're making fun of me!

"Ha! You can't even get Othiochi hurt!

That's how Howell answers his encouragement, shielding him to contain his enemies. I'm not even frightened at all of my opponents with physical differences.

He only chose to be a war adventurer. I don't lose any room to this extent.

"[Cure All]!

Once again the warrior man was injured and the movement fell rapidly. Determine that you probably ate the poison and hang the magic of de-alerting the condition.

Your Yumil sister is good at detoxification skills because they are inherently bandit based moves.

But I have magic that unlocks all state anomalies and grant magic. By multiplying it, it can have the same effect as detoxification.

I will also spare no effort in putting in restorative magic to sustain the front. My MP resilience, which is highly intelligent, does not deplete to this extent.

Wyburn turns to his undying avant-garde and bites Howell like he cut a paralysis.

Pull it on a piece of paper and jump into the nostalgia.

At the base of the wing, he shot an exact sword into one of the few places where its strong scales had not grown to take away the movement of the wing and show it.

"Sarasu..."

Seeing the movement, Sling's sister leaked her voice like a groan.

Um, slippery footwork I remember struggling with, too. Yumil, it doesn't extend to your sister, but Howell's arms are just fine.

"All right, I'm going downstairs, too. If you took my wings, there's no point in being here."

"Ha!

What we are here for is the meaning of putting me in the safe zone and the flight blockade of Wyburn.

If you can no longer fly damaged by the wings, the sling works better closer.

I'd rather not move here because I have the healing of both sides before and after.

I reposition it as if it were a plan harmony, and I look at my sister behind the avant-garde, and I think this is the party fight.

Look at the situation and reposition it, changing its formation without any signal.

Me and Howell were jumping in, but I can only do it because I've been working with the others to fight, the way I breathe.

The three of us act together, and the roles are completely divided, so there is not much movement.

Even if I could just see that, the significance of coming here is enormous.

Even though individual forces are inferior to Wyburn, traps are used to reposition and poke weaknesses. Overwhelm the mighty enemy Wyburn without a thing.

This is how adventurers fight.

Would the fierce battle have lasted thirty minutes?

Wyburn is also cutting that concentration and drastically blunting the movement.

The adventurers have also cut stamina and mistakes have come to prominence. The number of times I fly [heels] is increasing visibly.

Each time Howell's twilight flies, the adventurers respond.

I think I saw that and saw the difference with Uncle Irvin.

Uncle Irvin is a general, if you will. Command the entire party while on the front line and operate as if it were a single organism.

By contrast, should Howell be called captain?

Whether you're on the front line in the same way or inspiring your allies, it's subtly different where you take the lead and pull.

Even the same leader would mean different types. Either way, Yumil, maybe it's your sister.

Because I distracted myself that way, I had overlooked Wyburn's movements.

Until now, the tail is accelerating to circle, confined by cliffs and with a lot of swinging down.

It rips off the warrior's uncle, jumps over his own head and slaps him on the cliff through the aftermath.

Obviously the intended move.

This came to crumble the cliff, targeting Sling's sisters and magicians who would add projectiles from the rear.

The adventurers panicked to a rock that suddenly collapsed from overhead.

It results in us suppressing our overhead and imitating the movement we restrained by Wyburn.

"Aah!?

"Oh, shit!

Two people screaming and retreating.

Howell, who stopped moving to that voice, receives a poison needle in his arm as he pulls his tail.

Rapidly blunt motion, the rear adventurers are cut to the legs in this gap, but they don't get to knock it down.

Wyburn took the bet.

Let the rear enemy in your nostalgia. But crush this rear guard. That's the kind of operation.

Wyburn turns a rough, vicious gaze. Ahead is the figure of your sister, whose legs were pinched by a rock and she couldn't move.

And when I saw it, I flew out of the place, neither arrows nor shields.

Later on, there were as many other means.

You could have prevented melee attacks in [Safety Zone], or you could have fired attack magic from above.

But I didn't want to see your sister get hurt.

Run down like running on a cliff without rope.

I jump out in front of your sister and scratch to pull that hand and pull it out of the rock.

Wyburn couldn't have missed me like that.

Howell is poisoned and unable to move.

The rockfall makes the formation a mess, and no other adventurer can get near it. I made it because of his good-looking feet.

The most troublesome healer (healer) appears in front of you, and you can't possibly not aim for this.

I stripped my fangs faster than I could scream, and when I saw Wyburn attacking me, I decided to be ready too.

If you run away here, your sister is in danger. That's why we're stuck here.

The endurance of the samurai system is not bad in fact.

My endurance is at its lowest, but it should still be better than any other adventurer.

Sister Yumil said there is also a style of combat that imparts to herself and kills enemies while healing wounds.

It is a so-called 'beating prick'.

Decide to be prepared to take a blow to the approaching tail and devour your teeth.

But the attack never reached me.

"Something" suddenly flew in from above like a stick of wood and stuck it in his tail.

That stays put, stitches the tail to the ground and completely seals Wyburn's movement.

I didn't have time to understand what happened.

If you want to get back on your feet, now is the time.

"[Cure All], [Safety Zone]!

Erase the poison that was hanging on Howell and push him up to the avant-garde.

Then cast the magic of defensive junctions and prevent melee attacks. Now you don't have to worry about him getting invaded by poison.

Using the time thus earned, I chant more magic.

"[Autocast], [Spell Charge], [Firebolt]!

The magic of [Spell Charge] is a heterogeneous magic for the sage system.

This is the magic that adds the bolt-based magic you chanted shortly afterwards to melee attacks, the effect of which lasts until you hit it three times.

And using this means the magician, who is supposed to be a rear guard, is on the front line.

I only risk it, and the power is picky.

Between us, with our inherently solid avant-garde, magic is the first thing we never use.

But it is also the magic that compensates for the most needed blows right now.

Wyburn was confused by the pain of being stopped stitching his tail. All that attack, Howell's got it for me.

I ran between them, leaping to the front line.

Howell, who sees my movements and dares to take his fangs with his sword.

Its legs plunge heavily into the ground, conveying the high power of the attack.

I jumped out of its flanking and slapped a fireblade with plenty of magic on my neck.

Fire power of the [Firebolt] that will be released shortly after.

It easily breaks Wyburn's firm scales, feeds the blade, and cooks the meat from the inside.

further occurs, [Autocast].

Flames that erupt from the inside and flame bullets that pour.

That flame that erupts from the wound doesn't stop in one shot.

My sword is unstoppable.

"Hey, hey, hey!

It is slashed many times with screaming.

My attack speed is 188.

Speed of being slashed more than four degrees per second. Yumil, it doesn't extend to your sister's twenty-five seconds or anything at all, but she's still pretty quick.

Ten more [firebolts] have been added for each swing, plus a random number of fireblade autocasts.

At that moment, the firepower must be something approaching Yumil's sister.

Flamebullets flying with slaughter. That combined with the fireblade occurrence, as if it were rain - burning down Wyburn like heavy rain.

If he had noticed, Wyburn was half-carbide in the neck and was out of breath.

After the battle, after healing everyone, it is a demolition operation.

But in the meantime, I was to be scolded by the Howells.

The reason is simple. I placed it in a safe zone and it popped up.

Sling's sister was also equipped with a shield, so she got about a blow. All I had to do was heal that injury from the top of the cliff.

Yet he went down the cliff to cover himself, and even his eyelashes jumped to the forefront, waving his sword.

This doesn't put Howell in a position where he took me out saying, 'I won't let you do anything dangerous.'

"To follow the command exactly in the future. That's good."

"Huh. I'm sorry."

"... well done. You shouldn't get hurt if you're cured."

"Huh?"

"Thank you for covering for me. But you really can't be impotent, right?

Your sister translated Howell's words as she embraced me from behind.

"Uh, I mean... tundelle?

"Who!

I haven't shown my back and expression, but Howell's ears are bright red.

It's pretty strong, pulls everyone, and very - easy to tear from.

I understood at this time why he was popular with adventurers.