Black Summoner

- - Central waters

"The blood of a great king? Huh, another funny joke. If that's what you're talking about, it's not a bloody mistake."

That was an instant. While Tristan, shielded by Tyrant Mira's giant, spinned a malicious word, a black knight-shaped golem unfolded to surround him. It was an unexpected event in which a ghost suddenly appeared out of the mist, but there was no sign or omen. Tristan's mouth stopped, which was in the middle of the dialogue, and instead his eyes moved with fierce momentum. Whether you moved it of your own free will or reflexively did so is a subtlety. Whatever emerged, Stra's dedicated golem, the Royal Guard, has even emerged behind Tyrant Mira, placed in a straight line with Azglad, surrounding his circumference 360 degrees round. Whatever direction he turned, the Royal Guard was in sight.

(I keep the mirror golem downstairs, so what's going on! I know what I'm talking about!

(If you can't slaughter it, if you can't magic it, it's best to ignore one more thing. It's not the servant's subordination that needs to be defeated, Tristan the Operator!

While he was hiding behind Azglad, Stra applied Grade A Blue Magic [Spy Fog (Sagfog)] to all the Royal Guards and lurked them around. This magic is a complete superior compatibility of Class C Blue Magic [False Fog (False Fog)], which generates fog that encompasses not only visibility information but also signs. Its effects are limited and expire in a very short period of time, but it can pseudo-conceal the subject at the same level.

(- At the same time you popped up, you scattered a slight trace of magic. Cover-up by high-altitude magic, is that also a substitute for hiding every sign? Perhaps the work of Master Stra, who has gained strength. Even then, when I was weak, I said I was a monster, but could I even do this? At all, Lord Kelvin turned to the outrageous. I didn't expect you to bump such a crazy creature like me...)

But Tristan himself is only calm. On the contrary, he could even afford to think about how to make the next evil, and there's no way his expression would break.

"Schwarzschtire, you captured Mr. Jildra's work. No, Princess, it's the end of the world that you work for stealing!

Yes, the moment Tristan screamed, his riding big weird bird similarly opened his mouth.

- Keen...!

I hear a tinnitus. Shortly after that thought, all ten Royal Guards had been bounced off. Stra immediately manipulates the demon thread to prevent and stop impact in the air.

"What's up!?

"I was pushed out by something like an invisible wall, is it? I think it's Dimys Gillimot's ability. From the feel of the yarn, the impact of the sound and all that."

"Have you heard Boga's big voice...!

"Huh, I hope you don't go along with that barbaric stuff. Gilly's is a more delicate move."

The purple Great Monster Bird, Dimys Gillimot, is one of the most ancient monsters under Tristan's command. Originally from the Mixed Warcraft Regiment, I know of course Azglad, who was under Tristan at one time, and Shtra recognized its existence from an early age and remembered it as part of her accumulated knowledge. That's why we also know that the Weird Bird Hound Gillimot didn't have such abilities back then. Perhaps a newly acquired power, ability, in the course of evolution.

(I'm confused with the sound. If it was an organism, not a golem, it would still have been quite dangerous. But now the only thing I haven't confirmed with the rest of my hand is the Dream Big Eat Tie (Incuba Quog).)

Like Tristan, there is no disturbance in Stra's mind. Compared to the Kelvins, whose families are now alike, Stra's strength is still weak, something like the bottom line no matter what he estimates. To make up for it, Stra needs to turn his head, which is his greatest strength, and grasp victory with strategy. How do we seal and pack the enemy's hands? Young Stra's eyes were looking at the war and deciphering the information in order to keep hitting his best hand.

"I'm glad you're paying attention to me, but I'd like you to pay more attention to your surroundings."

Tristan, who prevented an ambush, says coolly. At the same time, in front of the Azglads, Tyrant Riggles' huge fists were imminent in return.

The information on the Apostle that Melfina ran to gather also mentioned this Tyrant ligreth. Like the Great Monster Bird, it is an individual evolved from Tyrant Mira. If, as Tristan was saying earlier, this monster's abilities have also been enhanced, a poor attack is very likely to return as an enemy. I want to avoid touching them if possible.

(Effil, when I fought your sister, I could only reflect on either side of physics or magic. If the enhancement is to be roughly predicted, one must be able to reflect both simultaneously. The second increases or absorbs power when reflected. If it's all reflectable, it's a threat. -)

Stra taps Azglad's shoulder lightly as he tours his thoughts.

"Brother!

"I know!

With that signal, Azglad takes something out of his nostalgia and throws it as it is. Stra behind also stuck one arm forward, creating an ice column with blue magic that belonged to one of the lower grades, releasing it toward the impending fist.

- Paki...!

One kunai pierces Tyrantrigress's fist, while the released ice-column bounces twice the size. The ice-column touched Salafia's body, and it destroyed itself. Salafia then scratches his gigantic arm and dodges it without plundering into the attack.

"Well, is that a test of ability? If you can't figure out who you are, you just need to make sure with a suppressed attack?

Tristan was right, but Stra wouldn't dare to answer. A conversation with my brother should take precedence over that. If it were true, it would have been great if I could use Kroto's body to talk, but thank you. It seems that reading was a bad area for Azgrad, and he was coming in this combat attitude where he could have had direct conversations to prevent confusion.

"- That's what I feel so far."

"Uh, I see."

I will not forget the attack by the Royal Guard during this conversation so as to sharpen Tristan's margin at all. Stra talks about everything in a simultaneous parallel process.

"A glaring air war, harsh and pathetic!

"Ch! Whatever. You don't lose your mouth. You bastard! Hey, Stra. Can't you use your power to restrict his behavior more?

"I can't do that because I've already embedded the limitation of not letting my people abandon me. My unique skills are up to one promise per person. I don't think it's very effective to talk to you from me right now, although there's nothing I can do to break my previous promise. I'm ignoring you scattered, and I'm totally suspicious. Above all, the conversation with Tristan itself sucks."

"Well, yes..."

I can't abandon my allies, clogging can't even make my people blow themselves up. The curse that Stra had placed on Tristan in the land of Naraya (Abysland) remained in effect, even in a state that was sealing the strength of his shadow trump card, the detonating great larvae. The technique of eliciting any more conversations would not be desirable so far, as Stra suggests.

"So, brother, you don't need to talk to Tristan anymore. Ignore the cancer, okay! I will support you in moderation, so calm your heart and fight while you take care of your fierceness and understanding on the battlefield!

"You're even more active than I was when I was a kid... well, that suits my sexuality better!