Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

It had the shape of a common dragon.

The body surface is the deep green close to the fresh green leaves, but to the four stubborn legs, the thorny tail, which resembles the branches, does not resemble the corpse that Tomas was carrying.

The Gracial Plant is a subdragon. Its shape does not resemble that of a dragon.

Now, the carcass that Tomas was carrying was immensely huge, but more like a pig than to call him a dragon.

I get tongue-in-cheek.

The surrounding trees freeze quickly in the cold air released from that giant. I'm not deliberately activating any abilities. That's the ecology. But that alone would be as powerful as the magic of an intermediate magician.

The dragon roars slightly. The air trembles and the howl of the beast rises as if it were frightening on the far side.

He hid himself in the trunk of the tree so as not to make a sound, observing a dragon that continued to walk slowly.

Stronger than what we fought before? Reminds me of Tomas' words and frowns.

That's not the level. This individual is obviously twice as strong as the previous individual. In the first place, the shape is clearly closer to the dragon.

Even if you take a sip with a subdragon, it can range from pin to chili, but it has a power that is so powerful that it is basically shaped close to the dragon.

Why didn't Tomas tell me the clear features so far?

Deny yourself the question you have. No, you're not. I didn't tell you.

He is a hunter of war. You wouldn't hide demonic information in your own pride. Perhaps Tomas was still a regular ice tree dragon (Gracial Plant) when he met.

Nothing is limited to human beings to build up their presence and increase their strength.

Some species change their shape by accumulating up to a certain amount of power.

That's the top individual. That's exactly what I could call a kind of evolution.

"... even peeled?

The timing is too bad. The evolution of the subdragon species rarely occurs.

It's definitely a case of asking Wang Du to send a Knights.

There's not going to be a party in Vale Village that can defeat this guy head-on, and even if we can defeat him, it'll be a good match at best. No, they don't fight as hard as they fall, do they?

Try to see the force. Energy that overflows from its body, the body is about to atrophy.

I considered the difference between Gracial Plant and Fujido to be about triple favorable. This is a breakthrough considering that it adds to Fujido's protection of the Eight Spirit Three Gods and the powerful equipment he took over from the previous brave men, as well as his own sense of combat, and is level 27.

But the individual in front of you is not a dragon.

Existence isn't the only indicator of strength, but it's twice as strong as the last dragon.

It is the length of the body that is not as enormous as last time, but the stiffness of its body surface, the sharpness of its nails and the power of its braces, the species that have become the top individual basically all have bounced up their abilities, and some patterns gain their own abilities that they did not have before evolution.

The only thing that's fortunate about being unhappy is that it's likely that this guy has just become a superior individual. I'm not used to my abilities yet. If you want to come in, is that it?

But... that's not good.

Without putting it to words, move your fingertips and hang a sacrament on yourself.

Primary Sustained Recovery Divine Method (Full Regenerate Healing).

Primary Cold Resistant Auxiliary Divine Method (Full Cold Resist).

Primary Endurance Improvement Divine Method (Full Vitality Ad).

Primary Perceptual Improvement Divine Method (Full Concentrate Ad).

Hanging in one order and lowering his backpack, he took a quiet step out of the shadow of the tree.

Temperatures had already fallen below freezing point, with cold winds that would not blow even in the middle of winter, but the cold was less felt thanks to the cold resistance (cold resist).

Those who pray to God have the protection of God.

Do you even feel omnipotent about the greatly increased power, the dragon's perception should be extremely sharp, but there is no sign of turning your attention to this one.

Don't they think you're the enemy? The arrogance of the king.

When he distorted his lips and made a grin for only a moment, he stepped on the frozen ground and took over in one step.

Swing a thoughtful mace across the trunk of a dragon like a fortress.

Time is compressed. The consciousness is concentrated, the mace made of holy silver (misril) becomes, and the thorny patterned head plunges into the rocky skin like a comma feed.

The dragon's body cramps for a moment into the killing released with Mace.

And - the power was freed.

The feeling of wearing a stiff object is impacted and transmitted to the flat hand, arms and body.

A giant that looked like a wall blows up as it rips down the trees. foot, the frozen ground made a loud noise and cracked.

The blast clears the fog. In front of me are trees that have been knocked down without being caught in a giant, and the newly made path is perfectly clear. You've swept away for a long time. I don't see a dragon.

Lower the mace, which remained shaken up, and turn your arms two or three times. I flattened my crushed feet on my soles and stared across the darkness.

"... not good. It's hard..."

One squeaks. I feel my cheeks pulling.

Definitely a critical hit. The opponent has not taken any form in this attack, but the feeling left in his hand is not the feeling that killed the creature.

An elongated roar that causes you to have a root fear cuts up the wind sound. Feels like being squashed from the top that you can feel all over your body. Willingness to kill from biological superiors. Fear of natural enemies engraved in a person's genes becomes alarming and rings in his brain.

The spine grown on the mace had a brown liquid sticking to it. Save it with your index finger, make sure and rub it together with your thumb. Viscous subdragon blood.

The epidermis is deformed and damaged, but that's all I'm saying. It is not fatal.

If the opponent was about the same level as what Tomas had defeated before, it would have been deadly enough now.

"... you might not be able to defeat Fujido if you weaken him..."

Squealing so as to block it, a blizzard (brace) with a mixture of ice columns was released from beyond the darkness.

§§§

Proper Crusade Level 60. Several engagements led me to estimate the subject in front of me.

Play down a sword-like nail with a stomped-up mace and fly down that rock-like dragon's throat with a returning knife.

The blow is heavy, and the braces are so cold that they clot the air in an instant, the intersecting ice attributes of countless ice columns. It's not too much trouble for people who are slow to move in the cold.

Exorcism only works against dark families.

The opponent cannot be used by dragons and does not have enough Attack.

The roar, which sounds like screaming or anger, rocks the darkness of the night.

Hard. Too hard. I've already blown it about five times, but there's still no sign of the opponent moving dull.

On the steel epidermis, squeezed wild muscles. Skin, meat, bones, everything stubborn, extreme. And most of all, it's the cold air that wraps around it. If they are intolerant, they can take the health of melee combatants at once and limit their movements.

I shake a frozen mace in the air twice or three times just because I tapped it in.

The sword would have dulled the cleavage, but Mace is a striking weapon. Just frozen doesn't make it less powerful. The pattern is also cold enough to freeze, but it has no particular effect now that it strengthens cold air resistance.

But...

"Does Fujido's opponent have a heavy load...?

A strong wind blows through the direction that blew the dragon. A sign of braces.

I don't mind stepping forward. Extreme forward oblique posture. Turn the flesh into a single bullet using the jacket that leaned forward as a shield. Don't let your eyes slip away.

Stormy wind and freezing cold air from the core of your body, beating countless ice columns mixed with it head-on with mace and shelter. Ice columns rubbed on the cheeks, small scratches made disappear in an instant due to the sustained recovery (regenerate) that had been applied in advance.

Step through the ice storm. Aim for a radiant emerald's eye even in the dark.

Beat the jaw open enough to swallow each person from the bottom to the top.

The feeling of a smudge that crushes something you feel in your hand. It's not like there's ever any damage. The scratches do build up, but the durability is too high.

Slap a kick in the open chest. I've already figured out my general strength.

Follow the blowing giant again, striking again and again. Skin similar to bark peels off and brown blood scatters. Is it not frozen, the scattered blood wet my coat snugly without freezing.

A dragon growls like a scream. Its dorsal skin makes strange noises and opens.

- Wings.

Small wings swayed heavily compared to its body. Stomp on the ground in a sudden storm and endure.

Gracial Plant can't fly. It's supposed to be a dragon, but its wings are enough as a weapon?

My forelegs swung down against me, who stopped moving for a moment.

Take it with a mace. Recirculate the shock piercing your whole body without moving one eyebrow. Thorns pierce the soles of the feet, but the opponent has no sign of loosening his powers.

Eyes and eyes meet. Behind his suspiciously radiant emerald-like eyes, he saw a bottomless warfare.

Dragon species have the temperament to be the supreme strength. Differences in strength at a time when there have already been a few shots, you know the difference in level, but I guess that pride won't allow the retreat. It's convenient.

Put your strength into your arms. Push back Gracial Plant's hook claws as he tries to crush them with all the weight on his body. Because it is a plant-type subdragon, its weight is not the average dragon size.

A head-on power battle. The race, the weight and the size are far inferior, but my arm is better than mine. There was a difference in level and presence between him and me more than a difference in race.

Shake off the mace. Play the forefoot, hit its jaw and hit the full swing.

Speed and force are up here.

A giant looking up bounced off like a ball. Involve countless trees and make big decisions about the ground. A roar breaks the silence of the night, and the strange pitch-black bird who has been lurking himself wings and disappears into the night sky.

Depending on Fujido's potential, the Holy Sword Ex should rip that epidermis without any problems. The question, then, is whether it can be fulfilled to the distance reached by the sword and approached.

The winding cold air is as powerful as it should be. At level 27, it could get icy as it approaches. Even so, it's even more preposterous now. The option of withdrawal does not exist.

A flickering white shard descends from the sky. Snow.

The weather has been bad since daylight. The dragon's cold air must have affected it. It also looks like a cherry blossom petal.

I fell flat on my hand. I grip it to grip it, step into a dragon that involves a tree and lies on the ground, and take my steps.

Remove four knives from your chest pocket and place them on your left.

I want somewhat of an open place.

Hold your breath, stay down, and stand in front of a dragon raising a roaring voice that echoes at the bottom of your belly. The jaw crushed by the mace, the countless holes worn, but without some shade in its intent to kill. Beat your gaze at the rage you see behind the cloudy eyes peeking in from close range.

A wind that can be beaten from a horizontal giraffe. He grabbed the hook claw that was swinging at a speed like a strip and grabbed it with his right hand.

Released mace falls to the ground and crushes frozen ground. The sharp, grinding knife-like hook nail you receive gives you a screaming sound.

At that moment, for the first time, the dragon's eyes were distorted, enclosing a burning intent to kill. Fear or amazement.

Anyway, you should have brought the pile, not the knife...

"Gi -"

I wasn't going to take it away until I was free, just to blunt the movement somewhat. However, anxiety remains if we do not stop completely at this level.

Even though it's a dragon, it's a dragon's end. Its resilience is not by and large. Some wounds will heal in the morning and the movement that was dull will also recover. If that happens, Fujido has no chance of winning.

Grip the hook nail hard. Stubborn. Extremely stubborn. But I couldn't resist the load and crushed it. At the same time, I came forward a lot.

Kick open chest plate with your knees. On several occasions now, the giant that chooses and blows through the forest finally slipped out of the woods into an open place along the river.

River spirals cross the wind. Gracial Plant, soon regained his posture, growls as if it were more intimidating now.

The air shakes.

At the same time, the surrounding area freezes around its body. He turned his gaze once to the surface of the river, which froze with a pimple of noise, and stared at the Gracial Plant, which brings a sickle.

The figure is so powerful that it doesn't seem like a dragon. And it's mysterious.

It's not a good idea to kill them completely. but you might want to blow one or two of your legs off.

Gracial Plant opens its jaw wide. It was not a brace or a growl that was unleashed, but a squeaky squeal.

"Gi... but... ki, sa-ma..."

……

The chirping certainly made no sense.

Dragons are highly intelligent. Some of them say magical dragons, of course.

No way, does this guy already exchange humanities? No, did you start to let them exchange?

Then you must also crush your throat. I have trouble blowing strange things into Fujido.

Crush your hands and feet, crush your wings, and crush your throat. Tighten the line and lock it up. I wanted to skewer the trunk to the point where I wouldn't die from a pile or something, if possible, but the knife isn't long enough. A tree would have enough to rot, but it wouldn't stab a boulder.

This is also a pain in the ass when the other person is just a demon, saying that if you are a family member of darkness, you can have everything in exorcism.

My spirit was elevated because I moved my body. Violent impulses are sometimes pleasant. As a monk, that's not good. Must be disciplined.

Feeling the hot heartbeat of the blood tide, I waved the bloody mace twice and three times in the universe.