Disciple of Immortal

"Stupid...... not admitted, not admitted...... I am a Class A Adventurer, Rosmond of Destruction..."

Rosmond puts his strength on his arm and wakes up his torso, and he looks up at me in a knee-standing position.

"Why can't my Ground Bomb work... it's 7th floor magic..."

It was the magic of the seventh floor... more because it was about the magic of the seventh floor...

Lunaere's handmade robes have the power to completely block magical attacks below the tenth floor.

... Well, perhaps if you are an A-level adventurer, you will come to the limit of about 7th or 8th level.

I see more or less the standards of this world, too.

The Tenth Floor of the Demon Dragon (Death) appeared to be the limit to which the feared Notes could be staggered without previous preparation.

Perhaps the guidelines for the lowest standards for S-class adventurers and Human Demon Dragons will become a line of whether or not the magic of the tenth level can be used in practice.

"... don't you have much magic anymore? Why don't you step back here?

"You think there's no more magic? Ha, it's something licked!

Rosmond fluttered heavily after regaining his posture in a prestigious manner.

Ya, I guess I can't do it anymore.

"As one of Manarak's leading magicians, is it something that ends up being cocked by the drifters! You can't die, you'll show my wife my hand!

That's what Rosmond said, turning his back on me and picking up the great scepter of the cross he threw with a dash, looking back at me with his sleaze.

He was relieved that I didn't attack this gap, and he was exhaling.

"You're alarmed, kid! In the battlefield, that's life!

... it might have been better for Rosmond to stop beating him up a little harder and just let him give up.

"Kah, Kanata! I'm about to come! In the explosion just now, you may be angry!

Pomera called out to me.

"Huh...?

I look back to Pomera.

I wondered what you were talking about, but speaking of which, we were talking about a raño lurking in the ground.

In Rosmond's Earthbombing (Groundbomb) earlier, that raño must have entered a combat posture at once.

"In the middle of a duel, don't look away! You're making fun of me!

At the same time Rosmond shouted so, a black first spider appeared simultaneously breaking through the surrounding ground.

It is a raño to be crusaded.

I have thirty as far as I can see.

You should think of this double as being there.

There are more than I thought.

"Then I heard it was a stupid, sightseeing place, but that it bred so far!?

Rosmond puts up a cross.

"What is this number when I say that the magic has almost drained me too......!

... I knew the magic was about to run out.

What were you going to do with the Raño hunt at heart, spitting out the majority of your magic in a skirmish of territorial strife between adventurers...?

I end up crawling around Ragno tearing my body apart with a back fist or kick.

It's a bit of a hassle, because the Hero Sword Gilgamesh and magic threaten to accidentally blow up the first of the raños, a crusade proof site.

"It's unintentional, but if you're these few opponents, they're going to have to fight together. Soil Magic 5th Floor" Soil Bomb (Clodbomb) "

Rosmond also apparently still retained his magic, finishing up his five raños in a blast with one shot.

However, shortly after releasing the Clad Bomb, he was caught in the footsteps of several raños crawling out of the ground.

I was paying with my legs wide up, but one after the other I get wrapped around my body in a raño that shows up.

"Shit, was it wet!

I pulled my hand Ragno to the left and right and flew to Rosmond.

I am a one-sided attacked buddy, but I just don't feel like abandoning him in this situation.

But thinking about how we should help where we are wrapped up in Ragno... a giant white arm stretched out of the ground.

I have a big mouth on the back of my hand.

This was apparently made by Philia in The Sand of Dreams.

Same thing I was putting out to protect Pomera from the blast.

I'm not sure about the design that fuels this anxiety, but it's safe if what she put out.

"Chih!

Philia was sticking her arm forward with the hanging voice.

Strange white arms stuck out to Rosmond as if it was compatible with the motion.

Rosmond's body blew away, slamming his body against a nearby tree.

"Buddha!

Rosmond screamed that he hadn't had a chance to hear from people's mouths.

For once, Raño has been shaken off of his body, but he is also stuck on the ground cramping his body.

"Phyllia!?

I looked back at Filia.

"So, it's okay! Philia, lightly... you just poked really lightly! Kanata, trust me!

I wave my arm and excuse that Phyllia is here.

Because of this, that strange white arm was also rammed on the ground and crushed the surrounding raños like a bouncing bug.

I don't trust a light little poke at level 2000.

"Phyllia, just treat me like that one time!

When I yelled at Philia like that, Rosmond rose up with a cursory voice.

Good, he was alive.

Rosmond desperately picked up the cross cane and then turned his cane towards the white arm that rammed with his trembling arm.

But when he saw his white arm hit the ground and drilled a big hole, he turned his back and began to escape with all his might.

"Bubba, you monster. Eh!

... heck, are you going to run away after all...

As long as, well, you get me off this scene, can I do anything?

I can rub it with my appropriations even if they help me hunt in half, and I don't need that help from my Raño opponent in the first place.

"... Phyllia's arr, they saw you, but were you okay?

I didn't want to show too many substandard levels.

Because the risk of being eye-popped by shitty humans, like other metastasizers and the superior Human Demon Dragon, jumps.

I was thinking that as much as I powerlessly beat the magic to the ground, I wouldn't be fine because I didn't even show one of the main scales, but I probably shouldn't have shown Philia's "Sands of Dreams" arms much.

You won't notice who you are...

"Phi, Philia, have you done something bad again? Should I seal your mouth?

As Phyllia raised her arms, a large white sphere arose over her head.

The eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are arranged only at random.

I don't know, but I find it disastrous anyway.

Philia tries to wave her arms down to the one Rosmond ran away from.

Pomera was disappointed to grab it from behind and stop it.

"Ma, wait, Philia! I don't know about that, I don't think so! That guy, he's gonna die!

Good......

If I was a step late, something I wasn't sure about would have done something to Rosmond.

"It's okay, just a little threatening! Right?"

"Please help me, Mr. Canata! This girl is so powerful!

Pomera crimson her face and screams.

Pomera's arm is puffy and trembling, but Phyllia's arm hasn't made it slight.