At night, me and Burlin were about the center of the Western Hall and Village, preparing for the movement.
From now on, a pre-prep movement to cater to Nair's Western Hall is indispensable, I thought so, so I was ready to do everything I could in my free time.
"Burlin, you're full of enemies, both outside and inside. Be careful."
"Guar."
You don't have to worry, as long as you're reliable.
... Probably zombies roaming around and inside the Western Hall.
I don't know if there are people being manipulated, but considering they're here too, poorly infiltrated makes me physically immobile the other way around.
"Usat, I've seen the villagers."
"How'd it go?"
Just when Amako, who had asked me to go check on the villagers, came back.
It depends on her report if we can think through it or not.
"There they are. Maybe he's not trying to wrap the villagers around it."
"... well. Is Nair trying to deal with us alone with Mr. Alc and the zombies? Is that supposed to be enough, or does she have enough hidden balls not to have to take hostages..."
Either way, it doesn't make any difference that we go to help Mr. Alk.
If the villagers aren't here, I'll do everything I can.
"The horse was fine, and I think the luggage I have in Mr. Tetra's house is fine. And this."
Amako offered something like a fabric belt. You look flaky by the way whether you ripped a curtain or something.
Receive it and confirm her will once and for all now.
Are you sure you're okay? Shocks and all that? "
"I want to help Mr. Alk, too. And no matter how unscrupulous Usat does, I'm used to it."
Last night, when I jumped off the third floor, you said something so powerful that I didn't think you were the girl who said wow.
Turn your back on her without daring to say anything, and crouch. Then Amako, who approached silently from behind, turned his hand around my neck and jumped gently onto my back. I stand up slowly, holding my legs to my hips disappointingly and checking Amako with my body securely in place.
"No more problems than I expected."
Simply put, I banged Amako. [M]
This is me and Amako's operation. Amako predicts, I move. If this works, it could be a combination that would make it impossible for any opponent to attack us.
"All right, let's keep it fixed with a cloth"
Secure the hips and torso sections to a less tight degree with the cloth received.
... I knew the small look was light to go with it. The same goes for me in terms of weight.
"Is there something hard about it?"
"... Usat, I don't think anything"
"Huh?... Ha ha, it's about 3 years early to care about that -"
Strength sticks to the arm that is turned around the neck and is tightened up.
It's tight to be able to hold your breath on a boulder, hey, stop... Tapping the hand that was turned around my neck as I blued my face, he loosened his arm if he was feeling better.
"No next time."
"... eh?, ah, yes"
Amako, with her mouth in my ear as she roughed her breath, muttered like that with no more cold voices.
Oh, I accidentally replied with a trembling voice, but, uh, what is this? Is Amako holding my life hostage without me knowing?
I've heard women's anger is horrible, but I didn't want to know at this time.
"Burlin. Are you ready?"
"Grrr!"
Burlin shook the blue giant and roared.
Apparently, this guy's ready, too.
"Amako, you need to focus on prediction. As long as I'm here, no attack or obstruction will ever reach you."
"It's okay, I'm not worried"
All right then.
I, too, turn to the western hall where Nair is, alongside Burlin.
The operation is simple: Bock Nair at once and free Mr. Alc and the zombies.
Free the villagers... I won't be sure because there is still some doubt in me.
I don't know why she has lived as Nair, the village daughter, as a replacement for Tetra's daughter for 200 years.
But I don't want anything to do with it, I want my people back.
"Come on...... let's go!!"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOO -!!"
As Amako gets stronger, she steps out of her legs. [M]
I can see the western hall as soon as I start running.
The only light on the third floor of the Western Hall, the large hall where Amako and I jumped last night, shows that she's inviting us to the place.
I can see dozens of zombies around the Western Hall, but that doesn't matter to me right now. Because I'm not the one against these guys.
"BURLIN!! I'll take care of the exposures!!"
"Grrr!!"
Burlin leaps out in front of me, letting the zombies stop him from going. The sight is still a car accident. If the opponent is not a zombie, he will definitely suffer major injuries.
But the other guy can keep moving if he has a body. Zombie. The bone breaks and rises again and again, even if it is dented.
Either way, we don't have time for this.
I'll leave it to Burlin outside, and Amako and I will storm inside the Western Hall as we go.
"Don't think I'll come in after knocking politely, Nea!!"
Kick through the carefully repaired door and blow every zombie that stood by inside.
"Trisomy Right, Trisomy Left, Trisomy Stage"
"Okay, hit him"
At the same time as listening to succinct instructions from Amako, he punches his fists into four zombies that strike at the same time from left to right, clashing them against the wall.
If you know where to come in advance, it's easy to deal with.
"Stay on top"
If you run up the stairs, three zombies appear as predicted.
He grabs the hand of the one zombie who came out calmly, wields it with his arm and beats it to the ground of the two zombie nations and helpless.
"Straight and straight. Third floor, there's no one in front of the door."
Cheng Cheng, is no one there?
Increase the speed of ascending the stairs further to Amako's words and brake in front of the third floor at once.
"Hey, Usato, what are you--"
"Hey, instead of saying hello. It's just trivial."
Whatever confused Amako, squeeze her fist.
The manipulation of our companion, Mr. Alk, that our journey was about to be ruined.
Besides, there's no way I'm not mad.
"I'm here as promised!! Pull caged vampires y!!"
fist into a wooden door with an anger.
The fist, wielded without a clue, did not break through the door and, conversely, blew up every clasp that was straining the sole.
"Well done - that's dangerous!?"
Nair, who was behind the door, was about to wait for us with his spare face, but suddenly he raised his voice of fear and rolled into the floor to blow himself up.
The door clashed straight into the window side of the great hall, holed open as it was.
"Oh, my hall... hey, hey! There will be a way in!! hey, it was hard to fix it!?"
"You know what!! I'm not as free as you think I am!! Beat it before it gets done!!"
"Hino!?"
I don't care about Nair changing the blood phase and accusing this one, I will try to change the fist I hold into a handknife and take away my consciousness.
"Usato no!!"
"Huh!!"
Amako stops me with a knife just in front of Nair.
At the same time as that voice, I realized that someone was approaching me from the side, and when I rushed away from Nair, a sword was piercing me with all my might where I was until earlier.
Red hair in the dark, a bluntly glowing, martial bone sword.
And heavy armor I didn't wear until before I got here.
Mr. Ark, who stood to protect Nair, who was breathing roughly, looked at him with a vain eye.
"Oh, it was dangerous. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Reverse the situation."
Rising with a flippant and good face, she has turned a grin that provokes this one as she hides behind Mr. Alc subtly.
If you look at the gap and even take away Nair's consciousness - even if you try to think and move like that, Mr. Alk's body snaps in the direction I tried to jump out of.
"... are you not going to let me go, Mr. Alk"
……
Silence -.
Whether he is placed under Nair's control or not, he is trying to protect the object he is meant to defend. His' protection ', which he has served as the guardian of the castle gate of the kingdom of Ringle for many years, is not easy to escape.
"Ha... oh my god"
With a sigh, I put my hand down, thinking that no more attacks on Nair would be possible.
She looked at the amako I was wearing and tilted her neck.
"What is your taste in…. Amako is focused on prediction."
"... you heard from Mr. Alc"
"Of course. And I heard about Usat."
Did they find out?
I wish I could have knocked him out in the first contact before it got any more annoying.
"You were summoned from another world, right?"
"That's right. I am not a resident of this world. [M] I really didn't want you to know, but if this happens, I can't help it."
I'll go with the positive method, first stun Mr. Alk, then slap Nair.
To do this...
Amako, I'm sorry for the rush, but I need you to come down a little bit.
"... ok"
Zombie opponents can still handle it, but there's a tough spot for me to deal with Mr. Alk in this limited space with Amako on my back.
Because I still don't know how powerful his true flaming magic is.
If he really unleashes the magic of the flames, the first thing that comes to mind is the bursting magic of Meena, who fought Nack in Lukvis. If the magic that she deals with is unleashed on such a wide scale, I can't say that Amako on her back is intact.
Asked Amako to come down and put up his sword silently with me when I moved into a position where I could fight.
- I know you do, but I'm not gonna let you down, am I? Your martial arts, your strength and your sturdiness have been told by Mr.Eunbu Alk, so I'm going to have him fight for real. Besides, I gave you a little help, too. "
"I lent you a hand...?"
... Did you do something to Mr. Alc? What's the point of wearing that disgusting armor?
If you look at him, he looks no different than his vain eyes and the armor that covers his entire body.
You don't know until you try to fight, do you?
- Do it.
"Huh!!"
Mr. Alk, who dropped his hips at once at the same time as her voice, jumped out this way.
It can be seen that the surface of the sword is wrapped around the flame and encloses a cleavage that would make it easier to amputate what is to be slashed.
"Mr. Alc...!"
……
He wraps the healing magic around his fist while avoiding the blow of swinging down from the top back.
My healing magic didn't make sense to a zombie opponent, but it works for a living opponent. Take away consciousness at once with a healing punch.
To do this, you have to scratch his sword and jump into your nostrils.
The battle with Mr. Halfa at the school was taken by me because he was using a stick, but the next time the opponent hits the sword, he can hang up. It's a simple thing, but that's all completely different.
Besides, Mr. Alk is a master of swords. If you accidentally jump in, you could be fatally injured.
"Ubu!?"
A flame-wrapped sword cut up from the bottom plunges my nose.
If you hit that, I'm sorry about the burn. I know Nair doesn't want to kill me, but he seems to think he can kill me more than half.
Even if he is half-killed, he is confident that he will recover with healing magic. But I'm sorry to be cut with a blazing sword.
At this point, let's abandon our compassion and forgiveness for Mr. Alk and let him pass out at once.
"Excuse me, I'll hit you"
Mindful also of the aftermath of the flaming sword, he jumps into his pocket, waves his sword off to the horizontal giraffe, grabs his right hand with the sword, and punches the healing punch of his left hand straight into his chest.
Sure response and shock pierce Mr. Alk's body.
"Now -"
Decided, trying to put it into words like that, an incredible sentence emerges on Mr. Alk's chest.
Literature similar to witchcraft when I was restraining my body. It is blinding as it moves from the heartburn to the center to the foot.
It's as if the attack I made on Mr. Alc had been flushed out as-is,
"Oh no!? - Eh!"
With a moment of agitation, Mr. Alk attaches a different left hand to my abdomen than the one holding the sword.
Bad, everything was slow the moment I thought about it that way.
"Damn......"
When I wrapped healing magic all over my body in agony, a compressed fireball was thrown out of Mr. Alc's palm, and the impact hit my body.
The impact of a fireball in my abdomen was too powerful to blow me away, and without the skill of exchanging, I crashed into the wall next to the door I had kicked in and was slammed from my back by the armor that was still decorated.
"... eh"
"Usato!!"
I get up as I control Amako rushing over here in panic with my hands.
The abdominal group clothes are black and coal stained, but there are no holes or scratches.
I don't need to apply healing magic because the only thing I put through was the shock and I didn't suffer any burns or anything......
"... I didn't know it wasn't a healing punch and my fist wouldn't work..."
"Uh, why are you almost intact...?"
All I can say is that I'm working out for that question.
In the first place, it wasn't that much of a shock to me for withstanding Rose's fist. But what is that armor that Mr. Alk is being made to wear? I know it's not the vampire and his ability as a necromancer.
The first thing I can tell from that literature is...
"Sorcery or the second..."
"Correct!"
Happy to be guessed, Nair poking her index finger at this one with a full grin.
"The armor he wears is caged with the 'spell of resistance' of my properties. Performance is easy, all attacks I incorporate into the surgical ceremony are recirculated. But there are drawbacks to this, because there is only one resistance that can be incorporated, and it has to be limited, so it doesn't have that much effect or range.... is too user-friendly to have very few opportunities to be active. Poor magic."
It's not easy to use, is it?
It's the worst kind of magic for me. If all the beatings with fists and kicks with legs were to be flushed, there would be no hitters here.
She puts her hand on her mouth, distorting the corner of her mouth like a three-day moon.
"Humph, if you want to keep Mr. Alc from moving, just take the sword there or the axe and attack him, okay? Later, yeah. Maybe we could use some attack magic or something! If you don't mind killing Mr. Alc, hey! Hahahahahahaha!!"
... I mean, stop him with other weapons that could kill him because physical attacks in body surgery don't make sense. That is impossible to decide.
And you have at your root the first attempt to settle for offensive magic intentionally in a habit that you know I can't use offensive magic.
Besides, he's coming with an awesome obnoxious smile.
"Ha. - Did you also seal your body surgery next to magic? I don't have a hitter or anything on a boulder."
"Then I would recommend giving up. Even if I defeat Mr. Alk, I still have the trump card. No matter how much you thank me in this situation, my victory will never waver."
Give it up,... Give it up.
...... Ha.
"Don't be silly, little girl. I will never abandon Mr. Alk, nor will I give up. Don't think I'm gonna stop because I can't use my fist or kick anymore."
Peel off the arm of the collapsed armor and fit it in both arms.
Iron hand armor. Yeah, I don't think I can stand it many times, but I'm sure I can take Mr. Alc's flaming sword.
Lift your hair with your hand with your armor fitted and stare at Nair behind Mr. Alk.
"You seem to know me only by knowledge, but you can't possibly know everything I've learned since I came to this world, everything she taught me"
"... so I got you..."
"You think I'm gonna force you to ask? That's if you can catch him. [M] And let me tell you one thing you don't know. I hate losing."
Well, this is the first time I've ever taken it anyway to avoid a blade.
A flash of alarm can lead to fatal injuries...!
Having made sure that both fists were punched, I took a deep breath and set my fist against Mr. Alk again.