'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

I pulled a bunch of bullets out of the porch.

'Lime 15ml' in 'Gini 45ml' which serves as a shaker, ice and ingredient.

Don't forget, 1 tsp - a spoonful of 'syrup'.

"Come on!"

Right next to me, I heard Phil's agony.

Lots of passives, no matter how hard they may be. The opponent has given up an attack from a distance and moved to melee.

Brothers and sisters who take those attacks, at terrible speed, and turn them back.

But sometimes they slip through and try to get to me.

They're using their wings to force the attack.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, what I set out to be in this world."

While I felt more than grateful for it, I put together the ammunition I had in my hand and put it back together.

From the form of ammunition at the beginning, it is Shaker who regains his original appearance. In order to keep up with it, the ingredients regain their original appearance one after the other.

It's "Gini," "Lime," "Syrup," and ice that goes in to get sucked inside the shaker.

The ingredients were sufficient.

After that, only mix them together.

Grab a shaker dancing through the universe and cover it.

I didn't get lost, I tried to tap it on my knee and tightened it tightly.

Immediately after, a sliding fist looms in front of me.

"I won't let you!

Sally took a severe blow to her stretched arm.

As a result, my arm breaks in an irresistible direction, and the maid with her fist at me blows away screaming.

I'm sorry, that helps.

I couldn't afford to put it into words, and I lifted Shaker to chest height and meditated my eyes.

When you go into a shake, you have to stay focused.

If there is any clutter in it, it involves flavor.

Being involved in flavor involves power.

We can't compromise with this' cocktail '.

If the thoughts that can be put in at all are too strong, they do more damage than the healing power of a vampire.

I don't mind being told it's sweet. I'm not going to kill anyone.

Of course, it doesn't make it tasteless.

I need a perfect 'cocktail' with my will caged in every corner.

Start shaking loosely.

Quiet at first, gradually more intense as the liquid and solids inside eventually begin to dance.

There are no lies in the sensations transmitted to your hands, and at this moment it gives you more information than your eyes.

The same goes for the ears. It gives you no shortage of appearance inside.

If you tilt your consciousness, you'll hear it screaming but beating meat, but I don't need it now.

In a complete world, the liquid in your hands slowly climbs to 'done'.

Eventually, at the right time, I stopped Shake.

And if you finally open your eyes,

Trying to protect me, there was a sibling breathing on my shoulders.

"Ten more seconds-- Whoa!

"I'll put up with it. Wow!

Even if there are no scratches on the body, its wear and tear is obvious.

Clothes are chopped a thousand times by the way, and a large grain of sweat on your forehead.

More than anything, my breath is rough, I don't have a hard time figuring out that's a mild lack of magic.

The opponent can see the room.

Some are holding on to their arms with groans, damaged so much that they can't catch up with healing, but most of them to the extent that their breath is lifting lightly.

And it was creepy of Trias not to make it slight, like overlooking and looking at the state of it.

But even so, I can't stop.

Speak quickly toward the liquid in the shaker's contents.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, what I seek is the appearance of my soul."

After that spell, he forcefully opens the shaker's lid and grabs the shining bullet.

And he put it in the gun he pulled out with his right hand.

"Basic attributes' Gini 45ml ', additional attributes' Lime 15ml ',' Syrup 1tsp ', lineage' Shake '"

If I make a declaration, I will send the necessary magic from my fingertips.

The roar rose that I was ready, and I turned it into the night sky.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

(And just a little, if you endure!

Phil couldn't even wipe the sweat on his forehead, he just kept fighting.

The wings that eat magic are also activated at all times just by using and maintaining the full strength of your physical abilities. In addition to that, I use all the power I can to exert magic on healing.

Thanks to this, we are able to overwhelm servants who are so much better than ourselves.

But that doesn't keep it forever either.

I can't even ignore it, my breath is up.

The magic circulating in your body is screaming for fear of depletion.

What's more creepy is that Trias, who's directing this place, hasn't shown any movement.

Maybe he's up to something that doesn't even clap.

Still, you can't stop moving.

We cannot betray our total expectations, which have entrusted us with trust.

"Phil! Left!

It took Sally's warning, and Phil stretched his wings to the left aggressively.

A thin wing took his impending fist, and a severe pain ran.

But I don't care about that. The wounds heal, and if we can keep the total, we can accomplish our purpose.

"Let it!

Phil slammed the Lord of his fists, thinking it was bad.

The attacked opponent's arm bends over unwillingly, but I just feel sorry for it.

To that extent anyway, healing heals quickly. In the present situation, I don't even feel the need to make an apology.

While doing so, Phil's ears, the sound of the shake rang.

Under circumstances where life was being targeted, the total shake was tattered.

Horribly 'as usual', its regular sound.

On the other hand, we felt strongly that it was a sign of trust in ourselves.

To protect that sound, Phil wields a screaming body.

Forcefully control, with the force of consciousness, physical abilities that are likely to exceed perception.

Protect the total from the danger of an impending storm.

Eventually, the sound slowly turned down and stopped.

The total I've been meditating on my eyes opens them.

Phil and Sally put up an unfounded void to meet that eye.

"Ten more seconds-- Whoa!

"I'll put up with it. Wow!

That's the answer, Phil squeezes the power he can have.

Gaze your strength and tightly close the path to the total behind you.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, what I seek is the appearance of my soul."

Phil's ear received a total chant.

I've come this far. Almost there, our believing masters, take action.

Slight relief seeped out in scorching agony.

Perhaps there is no doubt that Sally feels the same way.

"Basic attributes' Gini 45ml ', additional attributes' Lime 15ml ',' Syrup 1tsp ', lineage' Shake '"

A total, sophisticated declaration reaches Phil's ear.

At that moment, Phil's mind was more relieved than nervous.

The road to victory passed, I lost my mind, that was the time.

…… Trias', look!?

Deacon that Phil should have kept at the edge of his sight all along.

The figure of Trias, at some point, could not disappear.

(WHERE!?

ahead where Phil panicked and let his gaze wander.

There was an impossible sight there.

We've been desperately protecting ourselves, right next to the total, and there was Trias.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

"Right here."

Shortly after finishing the declaration.

Right next to me, I heard a quiet voice.

Spiritually disturbed by those words that were not even conscious.

When I turned my eyes to my voice, I saw Trias reaching right at me.

"Become!?

"What!?

My brothers and sisters, who were supposed to protect me, raised their voices as if they had been poked in the void.

Right. Were you waiting for this timing?

Trias was watching to find a hole.

A hole in my consciousness where I'm ready and my siblings' vigilance loosens.

I've been waiting for a chance to interfere with that moment.

"Huh!"

I try to turn myself in and get back on track.

But if you allow me to get this close, I don't have a good portion of the boulder.

I followed my movements without any bitterness, and Trias quietly told me.

"It's over."

But after the words, Trias hesitated just a little.

The right hand in the shape of a knife, which was pointed at me, stops only slightly.

Play the gun and then kill for sure, or fear a counterattack and stop your breath first.

I guess there was some stray to that extent.

That turned out to be Trias' deadly loss.

In that slight gap, a green light slipped in, flying from afar.

"Huh?"

Trias raises a bewildered voice.

But the words alone cannot explain the phenomenon.

The green light - 'The Magic of the Wind' - that flew from far away pierced Trias' right arm, which was stretched out, and played its arm.

Trias makes sure he gets dragged by his arm and breaks down.

In just a few moments I put my gun back on and kicked Trias in the ass.

Deacon's body blew up, and he finally stopped looking like a threat close to me.

"This time!

"I'll protect you!

Immediately afterwards, my brothers and sisters close the gap with me so as to shelter me, and stand.

Convenient. There was a gap between us and the assassins for a moment.

I'm just gonna puke.

Pull the trigger of the gun toward the sky.

"[Gimlet]"

After the proclamation, the green light wears the night sky like a cone.

And it instantly melted into the atmosphere, into magic.

Immediately afterwards, there will be a change on the outside between me and my siblings.

In my circumference radius of about 1m, eight tornadoes were born about the size of a person.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

They swallow the vampires who were on the spot to eat and scatter.

But that's not the end of it.

They run outward so they can play.

Nor does it enlarge itself every time it goes a little further, giving the opponent a gap to escape.

The tornado instantly swallowed up the boulevard range and devoured the vast number of vampires who were there.

Eventually, when the tornado disappears, those who were swallowed are freed and beaten to the ground.

It should be called a boulder vampire, whose body wounds were getting blocked more and more, but there seemed to be nothing to stand up for right away.

The same is true of Trias, who has a reputation for his obsession.

Apparently, the win or loss on this occasion was finally decided.