Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

While I'm tongue-beating, I can't leave you alone. Even if I can defeat the Warcraft, I can't put out the fire completely.

"'Primary Flame Resistance Granted (Full Flame Resist)'"

Apply a sacred technique that grants high resistance to fire attributes.

The Warcraft of this hand will struggle without a monk who can handle the art of special resistance equipment or resistance (resist). I am the latter, so there is no particular problem in fighting, but what is troublesome is the characteristics of this beast.

Flame Lion, whose body itself emits a strong light in the darkness, stands out terribly.

Even if you have poor eyesight, you'll see. Not if this is the volcanic mouth where it originally lives, etc., but what the hell did you bring this guy here with you in mind? Let's make it a water lion (Aqua Lion) or a wind lion (Van Lion). This is the woods!?

Warcraft with attributes are the troublesome elements of that attribute, and if you take away the attributes, it's no big deal. It's also quite compatible with me, which can grant resistance in due course. The only bad thing is the situation.

Flame Lion is a race name. Even in a sip, it exists from pin to kiri. It's emitting high heat. When I approached it at full speed, I started beating the trunk of its body with a mace and slammed it to the ground.

A screaming roar rocks the forest. A thorn grown on the mace breaks through its less firm skin. Return the mace. Blood scatters. Split blood on the tree, on the clothes. The tree that received the burning blood burned up in abundance. Shit!

Thanks to the added resistance, I don't feel heat, and my clothes don't burn. but the surroundings don't. If it sucks, it will be extended and the majority of the forest will be burned round.

"Amelia, can you get the water out?

'... unfortunately'

The reply was imaginary. but when I actually hear it, I get tongue-in-cheek.

Take a half-step back and dodge the hook claw that was shaken up at the same time as the roar that was burning its life. A nail shot with a red lotus on it, as if it were a mirror, took a couple of foreheads.

I have fought before. I had no problem dealing with him at the fire escape. There's very little to burn over there. This is the worst field in dealing with this guy.

This fiery demon is the usual way to end it with the magic of water attributes. In most cases, it becomes part of the Spirit Demon Instructor who signed with the Spirit of the water system.

The flaming tail stretches wide, aiming at this one like a whip. Mace receives the frontal leg tweezer released where he succumbed and avoided. At the same time the mace is slightly quenched, it is heated to bright red. I won't let go of my hand. Hitting this guy with his bare hands is bone.

A lion slightly opens its jaw. Its thoracic muscles contract. I can read it in my hand. He bounced his forefoot hard and slammed a mace into its mouth before being thrown out of flames.

Bone crushing shock. The crushing feel of meat. A giant bounces the ground twice, three times, and is blown away. The grass that he touched burns up. Smoke and heat make my vision worse.

My level is fine where I smoked a little, but I breathe shallow to avoid smoking as much as possible.

What do we do? No, there's nothing we can do. There's no way to put out the fire, there's no way to bring it down smartly. There are demonic conductors that give out water, but they are substitutes for producing drinking water in emergencies. How can we put out a burning fire?

Shake the boiling mace and step closer to the lying warcraft. At the same time, he punched the trunk of a flaming tree with a mace.

Boom. The trunk plays, and is knocked down toward the Warcraft. The moment you touch the flame lion, it ignites, but it doesn't go away until impact.

You stink...

"Cut down trees around the perimeter and stop burning"

It would be better than doing nothing, though this area would get even more ground. The flames emitted by the Warcraft are not just flames.

Tail stretched this way while lying low. I've been aiming at your face. Grab that with my hand. A crimson flame swings in front of me. The red gemstone stone at the end of the tail, burning up, is the most valuable material in Flame Lion.

"Mr. Ares... I have an unpleasant report."

"Did Fujido notice?

'... Yes'

That's noticeable. The burned forest will tell you clearly even from a kilometer away. Even smoke stands out. This makes me anxious the other way around if the Fujido guys don't notice.

Grip the tail thoroughly and pull forward. He aimed at the head of the Warcraft, who was well motivated by this one, and knocked it off to the ground with a mace in good time.

The feeling of the thorn reaching its brain. The skull is submerged. It burns up with a fiercer flame than ever before, as its body dazzles. No, that life is burning. A slight presence flows into me. but when the Warcraft dies, the flames that have moved to the grass will not go away.

Release your tail and slap Mace on that carcass that keeps blowing a fierce flame. The blast and shock blew the flame out of its body and quenched it. Flying flesh is like a flaming shard, but its calories are lower than when it's alive. The grass trees that touched it didn't show how it burned up.

But it is a great task for both the raven and the corner. Take the mask out of your nose and wear it just in case. At the same time, swing the mace hard and fly the smoke at its wind pressure. Water on the burning stone, but my vision improved. Report to Amelia as she observes the area to how far she will take it down. You can erase it with wind pressure and shock, but if you don't do it well, it can increase the burnout.

"In the meantime, the subject crusaded. Enter the end of the day. And the Fujido?

'I'm still in camp, but it'll be only a matter of time before I head over there.... Was he the one who kicked Gresha out?

"You're not."

No. The Flaming Lion is not the one who kicked Gresha out of the territory......

You look different. I hear it was the black man-shape that drove Gresha out, and the Flaming Lion (Flame Lion) is not a warcraft with much more power than the Ice Tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant) in the first place. Especially since this is not an environment where Flame Lion, who lives in the woods and originally volcanoes, can fully fight. Now, the belted fever of the fought Flame Lion was lower than it was supposed to be.

Wave the mace as you carefully calculate the direction of the fall. A handful of thick trees fall and the ground rocks wide.

Continue the conversation and summarize your thoughts with BGM the sound of the flaming bounce and the fall of the tree.

"But it's not even the kind of warcraft that appears by chance. Someone must have brought them here."

It is a warcraft that dwells behind volcanoes and rocky mountains. Even the nearest habitat to the Vale forest is more than a thousand kilometres away. I don't think a warcraft that would territory the volcano that distance would tread for no reason. In the first place, humans should always find us on the road. Because Flame Lion doesn't have the ability to fly, and his presence stands out.

"It is possible that there is still a presence in the woods that would force us to bring Flame Lion"

He has an extraordinarily troublesome ability. With the ability to fight without even teeth the constantly hot flames of Flame Lion, there is the ability to fly, or the ability to handle the transitional magic that allows you to travel long distances in an instant.

Especially if it was the latter, the target would be quite targeted. Metastatic magic is high-ranking magic. It can only be used by demons from the middle onwards among the demons, and some of the warcraft and dragons can manipulate it, but well, either way, it's a kind of existence that I don't want to deal with.

"Hopefully I don't want to fight. Let's leave it to Gregorio. He'll be fine. Because I like that."

'... Really...'

"It is."

He wouldn't even complain. To him, war is faith. I believe that faith enhances the ability to fight and that it is my own ability to fight that is God's favor. It is because I am certain of God's will that I am happy to shoot and leave at my enemies. How much quicker to fight than a regular mercenary.

It knocks down the trees and at the same time extinguishes the flames that can be extinguished with good things due to wind pressure. The amount of flame gradually decreased. But it's a terrible tragedy. The smell of smelly scorched earth, the ground is burning in black with burning cushion, and there is a slight feeling every time I step on it.

Still, it's far better than the worst result I've ever thought of. Damage of this magnitude will not affect those who level up in this forest. Scars should heal as long as they have years.

Zokri and chills pierced the body at that moment when the prospect of sickness breathed in the faded air of smoke.

'Mr. Ares, it looks like Fujido and the others have started heading that way. How's the aftermath?

"I have some bad news"

'... Huh?

I'll look over the diagonal. I shook up my left arm precisely, the pitch-black light I grabbed with that hand. Its raging light struck me wonder even in the diminished darkness of the flames.

Black in black. It is the magic of pitch black. It tries to contaminate the hand, squeezing it with a level loss of resistance. I can put my strength into my right hand gripping the mace as the light goes out and I flicker my little hurtful flat hand. They were after my head. If I had been hit, if I had been alarmed, I wouldn't have just done it until I didn't die.

The move looked familiar. Dark arrows that pollute and destroy the subject's presence. Dark Arts (Darkness). It is a technique favoured by demonic tribes with the protection of evil gods, in conflict with sacred art (Holy Play).

"Demons. Start the fight."

At the same time as the report, the wind blew. My brain now sounds an alarm at the signs that are peculiar when the family of darkness I finally feel approaches.

Black wind sucking in everything. The fog gathers in a whirlpool and creates a single human form. Black hair cut all over her bloodless cheeks in a black coat that dyes her whole body. Appearance that resembles a person badly, but can convince you that no one is a person. Enemy of mankind. I feel a strong disgust.

The appearance was consistent with Gresha's testimony.

Fixed firmly so as not to fall off the mask while quenching the deliberate mind.

I give you my neck. I stare at a sole standing on a thick branch, on a tree that had not yet snapped down. The gaze crosses. The crimson iris, more disastrous than the flaming gem that was at the end of Flame Lion, shows that he is a people of black blood.

I was desperately spinning my head. Why are you here? Why now at this time? How much power will it possess? Measure its abilities from the evil that pervades it.

His bright red lips opened slightly like a bloodstain, exhaling white breath, not even in the summer. Sigh, or even look like a grin of joy from the shape of its lifted lips.

I was the one who wanted to sigh.

I didn't want to fight you, but I have to deal with you more than I ever wanted to, what you meant, show up.