- Shh, shh!
Smooth sounds rang as if pouring rice into a rice cabinet in the distance. The audio source gradually packs the distance. The sound gradually turns into a sound close to the noise called Tsar.
I asked "something" to come in step by step to alert me.
See, you've seen it. Because Luxeria builds flags.
What the hell are you telling me is here?
"Ko, this is..."
Luxeria had her eyes open in front of a desert that had suddenly twisted out. Obviously an anomaly. There was so little knowledge of the desert that I could see that there was no such thing as yellow sand. It waves violently, like bumps and bubbles, and the sand plays and flies on the sand.
The moving sand plays the tone as if it were singing. But that's a tone of quiet, terrible despair looming rather than beautiful and mysterious. I can't feel comfortable trying to fix it, but I get unconsciously braided into a fantasy that invites me to die.
"... Luxeria. Let the children and the bandits escape."
In front of the creepy sounds and the unnatural sights, I gave my opinion to Luxeria, who stood still. This cannot be dealt with by bandits or children. Rather, because I thought it was okay to say it would get in the way. I thought we should let him get away with it early.
But Luxeria, who returned to me in my words, immediately waited.
"No, wait! I've heard this from boulders. A song that rings in the desert surrounded by silence... for sure, it's him. Running away is no use. I'm not gonna get away with this."
"Can't you get away? If we stop here..."
"No, he's already around here."
"Yes?"
I didn't understand what you were talking about. No, maybe he didn't want to. The words of Luxeria that followed were so shocking.
"From ancient times came the Lord, who continued to reign at the summit of the desert. The Lord is the desert itself. We can't run anymore."
"The desert itself......?
I whined about what was stupid, and Luxeria told me to shake my hand off the wavy desert.
"Look. The sand on one side of the perimeter is waving like a pulse. This is the proof that the Lord has appeared. How am I supposed to get away with someone like that? Where am I supposed to run? I already said that this part of the country is the Lord of the Desert."
I looked around and understood. There's nowhere to go.
Already there it was dominated by the Lord of the Desert. Sand waves that roar like rough waves refuse to come and bounce back. Eventually it swelled like donuts and surrounded us like we were aiming.
There was no escape anywhere.
The center of the doughnut gradually shrinks its radius. Sand walls loom as if they swallow us as they are. It's like an empty mouth on the ground.
The children shudder a weapon bigger than their body, and the bandits try to break the wall by leaping, but it just ends up being swallowed up by the sand wall.
Gradually the agony and fright propagate. A wall of sand that trails forward, but also from behind, the approaching wall. There is no escape and the fear of not knowing what to do repaints the atmosphere of the place.
"Luxeria, what do we do? Not as good as this. All swallowed...... Luxeria?
I asked my leader, Luxeria, for instructions as I calmed down and looked around. However, I wondered that there had been no reply from Luxeria, and when I turned to her eyes, I lowered my hand and saw Luxeria standing with an unchanging expression.
"I didn't think you'd run into the Lord of the Desert... sorry, Yuka. I'm sorry, Carrot. And..."
"Luxeria! Are you listening to me!
I gave up and I grabbed Luxeria's chest and yelled at someone who would repent.
"Don't give up! We're all still alive! If you have time to apologize, think about surviving!
"But... no, I'm sorry. I showed pity. Well, you can't let me be the leader first."
Luxeria looked at her fellow bandits and children and put her strength back into her eyes. Even though no one had given up yet, I decided to be prepared that there should be no such thing as giving up on myself as the leader first.
And breathed heavily in and screamed.
"Listen up, all of you! Sand solidifies if wet in water! Firstly, we need to consolidate this sarcastic sand! Whatever magic can do, sprinkle water magic, and if not, sprinkle it with drinking water or whatever!
Bandit morale exploded at the behest of Luxeria. Bandits who use magic that they can't say is good, and hang water from where they see it. Those who cannot do so will scratch and gather all the drinking water that they have.
Gradually browning and turbid sand walls only lost momentum with it. I guess Luxeria's operation went well.
"I'll do it together."
I unlocked it. That's just one key to connecting with a different dimensional space. The moment that key was unlocked, massive amounts of water overflowed beyond the space.
It's seawater. I came back to town the other day to learn it.
For what reason?
Of course it's for times like this.
I'm suspicious that I can use experience reduction right now. It is gradually getting better, but it was not always available.
I mean, magic is limited. So I've been pumping seawater to save money.
Magic is deep.
The magic basics are magic to surprise the image and its image.
The magic consumed at that time is determined by the degree of interference in this world. In other words, a lower degree of interference will reduce magic consumption.
When making dolls out of soil magic, for example, the consumption is very different from using the soil that is on the earth and the soil that you have created yourself. Assuming you've created an equal size human form, it's more than twice different.
The soil is on the ground, the wind is in the air. But fire and water are not everywhere. I just have a handy skill. There's a different dimensional storage called storage space.
I mean, I was storing seawater in it as magically usable water. To reduce magic consumption.
"The water bullets are rambling!
He manipulates the leaked water, turns it into a water bullet and shoots it into the wall. The water bullets, the size of a house, were generated one after the other from seawater overflowing without a stop, flying in all directions. That's more of a water bomb than a water bomb. Sprinkle with great shock and moisture once it hits the wall.
The smell of the tide and the soaking water splash filled me, and I felt my skin stick. But still, the sea water that comes from different dimensions never runs out. A corner of the desert was about to be drunk by its rough waves, so much so that it would be illusory that the end of the door was connected to a distant sea.
sand walls under the fierceness of the sea. That was no longer about where it got wet. The dry sand changed from drowsy to chitty, and the newly dried sand was replenished to retain its shape, which was a situation that managed to maintain antagonism.
At this time, I was once again experiencing the power of my Immortal Soul skills.
Convenience skills?
Damn it. Just a little devising a way to use it will be such a powerful weapon from now on. Even though he freely manipulates the amount of water he's going to have and holds down his opponent known as the Lord of the Desert, his magic consumption is surprisingly low. Not even 10% has arrived yet.
Reality that I can still be strong. Along with that, an abominable emotion that springs up. I was somewhere relieved at the same time that I feared it. Being able to notice and suppress my own growth.
I'm moving forward a little bit. I felt that way.
"Luxeria! We're almost out of water! I'm not gonna wet this neighborhood with boulders!
"No, it's enough. Later I will slash open this wall. Everybody, if there's a hole in the wall, we'll do everything we can to get through it!
The bandits who were standing on the current impending sand wall fly with instructions stuck in their wings. An eye that gave hope that it had not yet been crushed turned naturally to Luxeria, the head.
"The wind is sweeping."
A strong wind blew through. The wind is as sharp as a blade, and also a disconnected wind that rips everything as thick as a tree. The desert was torn in two as if the sword of the giant had been swung down, forming a great crack to the land far beyond.
Also, the sand wound up in that blow was cut in two as if in the air. And instead of walls of dust blown up far above, sand roads were formed.
It would also be visible in the cracks of sand running to the other side of the horizon from the sky.
Luxeria held the sword she had swung out, and once she breathed heavily on her shoulders, she exhaled heavily the air she had inhaled.
"Run, run, run."
That was a terminal and impatient word.
Everyone and he were all agitated by the word and jumped into the crack of the sand wall created by Luxeria. But I'm not the easier person for you to watch it in silence. The walls, which contain moisture and become dull and heavy, are about to crush.
Bandits who terrorize its looming two walls and increase the rotational speed of their feet. Everyone does their best about themselves. No one cared about the children who couldn't keep up with the adult bandits.
"Run! Faster!"
Only one, Luxeria, the leader, drove to inspire behind the children. But obviously the crack closing speed was faster than that population could run through.
"Husband ⁉ What... ⁉"
I stopped in the crack and held hands. When I saw it, I did not answer the words of Luxeria, who shrugged quietly.
"Freeze, Ice Rock"
Immediately afterwards, a wave of absolute zero spread in concentric circles as cold air crawled out of my hand. It froze the walls and froze the sand grains of every large amount of moisture.
White sand walls shining like jewels that stopped the pitch and movement. The wall could no longer be described as a wall of ice. If it weren't for this situation, I would have trembled in the cold air filled between these cracks and could have been seen on empty but beautiful white sand walls.
"Look, hurry up!
"Sorry, thanks!
When I make sure it works and then get up immediately, I take the children with Luxeria and leave the scene in a hurry. As the frozen walls gradually moved out and made noise and collapsed, we ran through the desert without stopping.
"Hey, can you run away with this?
"I don't know! But there will be no other way!
As I looked back at the monster in the sand, Luxeria replied as if she were in the mood and told me to work hard.
I heard it and looked back once.
The ice is about to peel off already. Will they all escape?
No, I can't. I can't get away with it. If...
"Luxeria, let's get the kids and the bandits out of here first"
"You want me to stop you?
He seemed a little dissatisfied with Luxeria for my suggestion. That was probably a bad way of saying it to make one Luxeria disappointed.
"No, I'll stay, too. I have the skill to make sure I get away from him. But he can't be stopped by a boulder alone. I need your help."
"... ok. Let's trust my husband. Sure, if you keep running like this, you won't get a latch."
When I conveyed my sincerity again, Luxeria scowled and nodded deeply.
"You guys go back to Ajito first! Me and my husband will stop the Lord!
"If your head is still there, so am I."
Don't worry about me and my husband! Be sure to rendezvous in Azito!
The bandits and the children all seemed to be pulling their hair behind them uniformly. I stopped and looked back at me and Luxeria, and even those who wept in their eyes as if they were part of this life.
But no one tried to stop. I don't know if that's because he was pushed by Luxeria's sword screen, or because he believed he would survive.
But by the time the Lord, who broke the curse of the ice, had come after us both, they had already fled to a critical distance where their voices could reach.
"Sir, can you teach me how to make sure I get away with this?
"Well, that's a pleasure to try."
I replied to Luxeria, who waited with a strong enemy on his shoulder, in a disgusting manner.
"Ha, well. Then you won't die until then."
Flag me again! That's what brought this about!
"Oh, really...? I don't know, but if you can make it back alive, let me know more about that flag and what you did."
"Learn how much you're willing to flag!
He's unpunished. I didn't know you would overlay the flag......
Unfortunately, it is unlikely that it will come true to preach the flag to Luxeria. I don't know how to break dozens of overlapping flags.
While I was half-joking about saying goodbye to Luxeria, I realized there was something.
A trail that leads from the direction we've escaped from the Lord is a trail that leads from a completely different direction.
No, you don't...?
"By the way... Cecil, are you or aren't you?
I didn't think so, but I tried to get confirmation in one voice that I wouldn't be able to count on you if you were there. Then you hear that creepy laugh.
"Kukuku, that's my client. Have you learned the art of exploring my signs yet?"
"Wow, I was really there..."
The Lord of the Voice, who replied to the whining, which was only a joke for more than half, appeared from nowhere. No, I leaked a sign.
Lucceria accidentally peeled her eyes at Cecil, who appeared too naturally and crawling out of the scenery.
"So who is it, where the hell did it come from?"
"Cecil, you know me, I'm a dedicated informant."
"I'll see you first." Snake Poison "leader, Luxeria. I'm his keeper's informant, as I mentioned. It's that habit to erase the signs. I'm sorry if I surprised you."
Cecil introduces herself to swallowing without breaking the pace, even though the Lord is approaching. I guess even the Lord is not a threat to him, completely turning down the signs.
"Luxeria, let's have a proper introduction later. Now you just have to think you've got more reliable people."
"Oh, yeah, you are"
I don't even know who I am. But an obviously unusual cover up for Cecil.
Luxeria should have known about it herself. And even if we're not fighting within our peers right now.
"With all due respect, I'm a client. Did you just say the other day that I have no power to fight?
"Liar. There's no way a guy with that kind of cover-up is weak."
"Oh man, I'm not really strong..."
Cecil clasped her shoulders deliberately and thinned. He erased the signs and disappeared with a cover that even we, the Lord, shoulder-to-shoulder, could not sense.
"That's a brilliant concealment. I can't even think about where you are."
"Cool, that's all there is to it."
Liar. This guy is really frigid and doesn't come true. I guess I can really trust this guy's information, huh?
I wouldn't trust you if your blood contract didn't say 'I don't sell false information'. Cecil is acting conscious of what's wrong with him. This blood contract also seems like a sign of willingness to let it appear if you can't trust it.
"So, what can Cecil do?
"That's why I told you? That this is my only handle."
"Liar. Enough. I'll buy it as information on what you can do. You can't lie about this, can you?
I decided to use the power of the contract. The contract also says that when Cecil has the information I'm asking for, she can't refuse the request. More lies, instant, death.
Now I should have known for sure how to fight Cecil.
"Kukkuk, I accepted. But unfortunately, all I can do is this cover-up and gather information, and then use a little magic. We don't have weapons in the first place."
"............... Seriously?
But this frigid man wasn't lying. That proved that the penalty for breach of contract did not work.
"Unfortunately, it's true. I am weak. But...... right. Shall we have some weapons for the future?"
Then why is it so unscrupulous and affordable?
I'm supposed to be in a more dangerous situation than the bandits who escaped in a way, but I haven't even shown you how to panic and other fine dust. He's a really bad guy, this guy.
"Coming, sir!
"Oh, shit! Cecil, stay away!
"Cool, I'm going to"
In the end, me and Luxeria decided to challenge the Lord in a situation where we didn't know what we could do.
And the LORD threw away the wet sand, and came upon him with fresh, dry sand. It wasn't an easy thing to do, such as sand walls ahead, but literally wielded the fierceness of the desert against us.
"Ali Hell ⁉ *"
"Come on, what's this?"
I tried to slaughter them both at the same time on a sandy mountain that was exuberant as if they were people's faces. But suddenly I couldn't move as I thought my feet would be taken by the sand that had swept me.
Sand grains softened as if melted. He sank in there as long as he could, and was immediately tangled up in the sand to his waist.
The aspiration, which spreads in circles as if it were ant hell, involves not only sand, but also trapped prey.
As if the mouth of the Lord existed there, the sand poured in momentum, trying to prey on both of us.
"Momentum!
When I made a hard scaffold in a fixed space in the sand, I instantly took Luxeria and jumped out of Ali Hell.
"Fuck, I'm sorry."
Luxeria, who was helped, apologized with a remorseful look.
"Don't worry about it. I don't know what to do with it."
I can't fight properly with this. I'm free to fight in the air, but Luxeria won't either.
"I'm sure there's nothing else to stiffen it up, just like earlier."
"I agree with that, but it won't last long, okay?
You can't fight that long, even if you're magically consolidating your scaffolding every time you move. Soon the magic will be depleted.
But there's actually no other hand. But I want to leave as much magic as I can to escape.
I decided to rely on money after worrying about it.
"Take it, monster! A total of 20 million fierce!" The Power of Gold. "
I randomly scattered 50,000 pieces of the inscribed magic stone of the art. That number is roughly 400. One of the supreme dishes that made the uncle of Wangdu's demon stone shop without letting him sleep for a week...... not a bunch of rapids.
But there's no problem with even a few of those rapids. A pair of water polo balloons covered the side so much that there was the illusion of being suddenly thrown into the water.
"So, sir, it's too much!
Shortly before being struck by the huge rain grain that had fallen, Luxeria shouted in a highly upsetting voice.
Basharn and I get soggy and wet as we hear such a scream in the sound of effects. Is it a cold tomorrow?
It would be easier if the Lord caught a cold, too.
I thought about my next hand, even though it didn't make any sense.
In previous battles, the Lord found that he was terribly bad at water. If we were to give it an attribute, it would be a poor weakness for the Lord, who is clearly an earthly attribute. Anyone could come up with something if you think about it a little bit.
Very popular, easy to understand weakness.
Then why is this guy so afraid?
So much so that a man about Luxeria would give up as soon as he met him.
To be clear, if it's an A-rank adventurer party, if it's a battle to this extent, it should reproduce, no, it'll achieve more. A class S party is likely to bring it down.
But why does this guy keep living as long as he's been called since ancient times?
I could only think of one answer to that.
No one could be defeated.
In retrospect, there is a lot of evidence to back it up.
Only in the words of Luxeria, who said 'the Lord is the desert itself', is the movement to replace sand and resurrect even eating water, which is a weakness, and this situation, which is not given a decisive beating as one.
Our attack has not worked on the main body as one. Luxeria's words truly capture the truth.
The Lord is the sand itself. No matter how much sand you cut, whether you wet it or freeze it, the Lord has no pain or itching.
But there's only one thing for sure.
That the main body is not the desert itself. Because if the desert itself, the bandits can't escape. More importantly, there can't be a creature in the desert. Because that's part of the Lord's body.
But in fact, it's not. Surely the Lord is moving through the desert just like us. In other words, there is evidence of the existence of a body that could serve as the Lord on this occasion now.
I don't know which one is the main unit. I don't even know where it is.
But the body does exist.
That must be the true weakness.
Vision clears up as if to assist with that answer. The open vision had a brown, discolored desert with water.
He swung down droplets of water falling from his body and called to Luxeria.
"Ten seconds, no, just 30 seconds. Protect me!
"Heh! Okay, heh!
Luxeria looked me in the eye and saw that she had an idea, preparing for an attack that she didn't know was coming from anywhere.
I catch my guard that way. As opposed to Luxeria, I pull out my whole body and relax. However, its concentration is much higher and deeper than that of Luxeria.
Soil as sharp and pointy as the tip of a nail deals with the tentacles, but as if it were aimed at me and Luxeria. On the other hand, Luxeria picked him up with a flying slaughter.
Tentacles and slashing defensive battles. The chopped tip collapses on the spot and returns to the ground. However, it was also recycled as a material producing new tentacles and also turned to regenerating tentacles.
Luxeria sweats cold from her impatience on her tentacles, which gradually increase in number. Only 30 seconds. Just 30 seconds.
That little time is long enough to settle the battle of the mighty.
Luxeria has the momentum to put everything out in between those 30 to prevent an attack. Containing water, Luxeria continued to follow desperately the tentacle movement she felt was fast.
I heard Luxeria's ear, which had disappeared for many seconds and was focused solely on identifying and chopping off the movements of the tentacles, inform me of the time.
"Leprechaun"
Luxeria doesn't know what that word means. I don't even look back. But I believed unconditionally in the changes that would result. So until that's done, Luxeria's movements won't stop.
That was an instant event.
When Luxeria removed her consciousness from me and returned to her tentacles, the tentacles stopped moving completely.
"Quarantine space"
Tentacles return to the sand. And it all goes back to nature.
The swinging desert stopped its movement, and the tentacles that protruded from the desert returned to the earth, and Ali Hell became just a miracle.
"So, sir, this is..."
"I locked the main body in. Looks like you can't manipulate the sand if you isolate the body."
I stroked my chest down for what I expected. Honestly, the odds were half.
Because I didn't know how the Lord was manipulating the sand. But the Lord did not move when I made him ice. From there, it was thought that a positional relationship or contact between the Lord and the sand might be necessary. So I thought if we trapped the Lord in a disconnected space, we couldn't manipulate the sand.
"Let's just get out of here now"
"Didn't you knock him down?
"No, intact and intact. I didn't scratch one."
"Oh, really...?
Luxeria still didn't seem to understand the situation, but the quarantine space is not complete either. I don't know what caused it, but there is a way to break it for sure.
It's best to escape to the limits I can maintain within the unbroken present.
"Cool, brilliant, employer. The boulder is my prospective man."
"Thank you very much, useless Cecil. Anyway, let's get out of here later."
I answered Cecil, who expressed signs in a sarcastically stained way, urging them both. And while windmagically winding up the sand without leaving a footprint, he escaped to the limit where he could maintain the quarantine space.