Entering a Company From Another World!?

I wonder if the first shot by an angel is an iron ball, but if the armed man is ahead of the chain that restricts both hands, I think it is reasonable to shake it as a weapon and react to deal with it.

Looking at the spiritual wounds earlier, I knew it would be a more intense battle, but the angel's attack was not as harsh as I thought.

I grasp the flying iron ball while crushing the air with my eyes, and even if I don't think that the iron ball to restrain the angel is honestly made of iron, I judge that honestly playing such a substitute with a mineral tree will damage the blade, and give priority to avoidance for the time being.

Evolved mineral trees may cut in half, but there is not enough information to move with speculation.

An iron ball of rain that waves its hands and teases them uninterrupted.

The short chains of angels' feet floating in the universe are like whips and won't let them get close to the mineral trees.

The only physical attack I've been able to use is magic, or I can't decide whether to use it.

At least we don't explode. There must be an equivalent attack.

I don't think it exploded with an iron ball.

"Less magic? No, is it restricted?"

Fighting opponents from low to high positions is disadvantageous due to the increase in power due to the conversion of gravitational acceleration, but it is also advantageous.

While swinging down is certainly powerful when targeting low enemies, swinging up on the contrary is necessary.

In that case, the time is less than one second.

Focusing on the observation gap when swinging up, I noticed that the restraint was mainly aimed at suppressing magic.

Restrictions on freedom are placed even on the palm of the hand so that the restraints cannot be removed politely.

I still feel a little magic because the opponent possesses a lot of magic.

"How many senses are left? Sight and hearing are prevented."

While listening to the sound of an iron ball passing by the buon and ear, the distance feeling is measured by the touch, and the avoidance motion is corrected thinking that it can be brought closer.

"Is only the touch alive? Taste shouldn't make sense. But how do you know exactly where I am?

Explore the opportunity to organize information and measure distance between bumps and the current situation while taking a hit.

The Ore Tree stands on its right shoulder, playing only iron balls that are sometimes impossible.

"Power... don't break bones when it hits."

You can measure the overall power with the impact that comes from playing, and you can see that it is a power that you can't just take with your armor.

The mineral tree may break if it doesn't play well for a moment, but tell him to calm down and fix his gaze on the angel.

I can handle speed.

I can't deal with it if I get the strength.

If the magic is sealed, just be alert.

Well then...

The information is somewhat consolidated, and the best way to do it is to explore the current situation.

Immediate and immediate action.

Hit the opponent with the fastest and largest hand that can be cut as is.

"This is the best! Come on, buddy! I'll hit you as hard as I can!

Grasp the pattern of the mineral tree and let the magic flow.

The roots of the sulsulsulfur and the ore tree are entangled in my arms, forming a circuit that circulates magic.

The circle of light green magic begins, and both the sharpness and intensity of the ore tree rise dramatically.

As if reacting to that, the magic of the other party, which had been quiet until now, was overflowing like a lie.

"Kaka, I knew you were on guard!!

Magic runs wild like a forced faucet, and the angel's surroundings are filled with yellow light at once.

It was each other who was hiding what was in their hands.

The moment I thought I'd do everything in my power, the opponent came up with a way to defeat it.

I laugh at it.

With a mining tree slightly stretched out by magic in one hand, I tried to challenge the angel with the maximum battle speed that I could release now.

"Haa!! Aaaaahh!!

When I stepped in, the iron ball and chain were the fastest, and the first strike I stepped in between in this battle felt stiff.

I didn't think it would cut off the feeling of the impact, but I didn't think it would be prevented by the magic barrier.

"Laaa!!

I didn't think it would still cut.

The opponent is also not perfect.

The barrier itself is hard, but it is not too hard to deal with.

Increases the Speed and Power of the Sword by increasing the Magic Circle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

An all-out slashing storm that combines monkey barking.

A blockade attack that makes the attack the greatest defense.

I am confident that if I enter the blade storm alive, I can be minced in an instant.

Without shooting magic, he holds it in his defense and shakes down the blade of the Ore Tree to shred even that defense.

……

I felt that there was something in my sight with the angels.

You can't see your face over the mask, but it does suit you.

Huh

The opponent stopped moving perfectly.

That stopped me from attacking, too.

Clear gaps, blanks that would have definitely received a blow if they were poked here first.

……

……

But the angels didn't do anything like the first attack was a lie.

It is strange to feel the gaze over the mask, but the angel in front of me is definitely looking at me.

"... fuck, what do you want me to do?

The hostility we've just had has vanished.

I'm not interested, but I'm not willing to fight if I don't want to fight anymore.

It's strange that you should attack me and suddenly get quiet.

I have a mineral tree just in case, but it's probably okay.

"Ah, ahh, uhh"

Ah?

One minute, maybe enough.

I've been staring at each other for a while, but there's been a change.

I heard a voice from an angel who had been silent for so long.

I don't know what you're saying over the mask, but I'm trying to tell you something.

Cover your hands with restraints and put your hands on the mask that you can't grab anything from.

"You want to take it off?

I know what the angel in front of me wants to do with the trick, but I don't know if I can help it.

I don't joke about releasing a slightly more advantageous opponent in a situation of restraint.

……

However, when I see myself fighting before my eyes and desperately trying to remove my mask, it only seems that there are obvious circumstances.

"Ah! Ok!! Ok!! So don't treat a woman's face like that!!

I could only see that the mask peeling off gradually became rough.

Female from the point of view of her body.

I don't know what he looks like, but I can't bear to see him trying to peel off his mask with a momentum that won't hit him.

Don't turn your back on the mineral tree.

Step aside and grab the right hand of the angel.

That's all the angels have to do to calm down and look at us.

I couldn't hold my breath because I was looking forward to something.

"Dammit, why is this so much trouble... I'm collecting materials for my wedding?

I looked at the restraints close to me, moaning why they wouldn't let me gather them honestly.

The metal ring leading to the wrist is covered with chains and iron balls, and the entire body is covered with a black hard cloth without gaps.

The belt near the waist was torn off because I had my hands fixed there.

"Magic crest? This"

Looking at such a restraint suit, I noticed a pulsating magic flowing through its surface.

I recognize it. It resembles a magic crest that was also applied to me.

A magic crest is a way to capture and release magic.

The fact that it is being diverted to a restraint suit.

"... I see."

I managed to figure out how to restrain an angel with a chain of blackheads all over his body, but can you do something about it?

In the meantime, let's cut the chain.

Let's do something about the chains that are still easy to remove.

Connect with the mineral tree again and step away.

I didn't understand the image of not being able to cut from the feeling of meeting with the mineral tree earlier, so I could probably cut it.

I'm worried that the angel will not react to the attempt to break the chain because he thinks it's an attack...

While slightly lost, the angel just looks at us and does nothing, even if he reopens it and slowly raises the ore tree.

If we change the direction of the swing, we can certainly reap the life of this angel.

"Shut up."

I'm relieved by the technique, but it's rather creepy.

I'm not going to attack you, but I can't trust you like this.

What do you think this angel would have trusted me with that attack?

I glanced at the angel's face thinking why, but just looking at me over the mask showed no other reaction.

Stop thinking deeply about the technique, breathe deeply, and start circulating magic.

When the connection with the ore tree begins and the magical blade is formed, the ore tree is shaken down four times.

The sound of cutting the metal with the kin echoes several times.

Immediately afterwards, the chain fell to the ground and the sound echoed around it.

I knew from the response, but when I saw it rolling on the ground, I felt relieved.

The chains of his hands and feet were torn apart safely, and the angels became lighter.

I don't know if I can see it, but it seems to confirm that the technique of looking at both hands over the mask has become lighter.

"It's heavy....."

I tried to hold an iron ball that was cut off and rolling on the ground, but it weighed quite a bit, even though it was only about the size of a bowling ball.

It is immediately understood that iron is a density that cannot produce this weight.

To be honest, it weighs enough to say that lifting is impossible without physical strengthening.

I have to say that it is quite suspicious if it has been dragged and moved.

"Now, the mask... how do I remove it?

It's easy to talk if you have a zipper, but instead of a zipper, you can't even see the seams.

Honestly, did you sew it up after you wore it? I would like to express my readiness to raise the restraint suit as soon as possible.

But I can't say that to the angels who are staring at us.

"Hah, I'm sure the teacher can just cut my clothes..."

I had no choice but to examine the straitjacket silently.

Even though I've been looking at women's limbs and pretty good styles so closely, is it because I've been fighting for a while now that I don't feel anything like color?

I don't really care because it's convenient, but I don't know anything about magic.

I even tried to pull the clothes and make a gap to cut them, but unfortunately, this restraint was neither elastic nor possible.

The feeling I touched is leather, but it fits my body too well for that.

And we're done.

Among them, I'm curious...

I knew this was it.

What bothers me is an object in the form of a padlock in the middle of the angel's chest.

There are no keyholes and it looks like a seemingly obvious object, but there is nothing else suspicious about it, so there is no doubt that this is the key to the restraint suit under the erasure method.

Do you want to hang up?

It would be possible to cut it with a mining tree of this size, but I have to answer that I don't know if this restraint will be lifted by cutting it.

But I can't think of any other way to hurt the angel's body.

"Don't complain if you don't disarm me.

I think we'll have to do it in the end against an angel who leaves it to the path of silence.

One step away again.

Take a deep breath to concentrate and hold your breath.

"Hmm!!

Shake the mineral tree horizontally to avoid damaging the angels.

A definite response that feels at the tip.

A magical resistance that feels in addition to material resistance.

Pick up the feeling of splitting the two and the sound of calan and metal falling on the ground.

"Win."

I thought it was somehow correct when I cut it, but there was no mistake in the feeling.

When I thought that the magic like butterfly and static electricity ran, I saw a change in the moisture and restraint clothes.

A straitjacket transformed from a leather-like appearance to a muddy-like appearance falls from the body of an angel.

The white skin is visible from under the black restraint suit, and the two pairs of wings that were sealed inside the three pairs are unrestrained in the form of chains to it.

The blonde woman who emerges from it spreads her wings three times and looks at me as if she tastes the openness.

Blue eyes like a sapphire stare straight at me.

Rigorously, the angel, who seemed to like the word knight, slightly broke his beautiful face and opened his mouth smiling.

"Good job, brave man, you let me go. Thank you."

"No, you're wrong."

And he answers the word immediately.

It goes without saying that if the person in charge was different with other words that came to mind, it would have ruined the mood.

"And for now, let's weave this."

And because the restraint suit melted down, it was not only the wings that were released, but also the limbs.

He gave out his cape without shame, looking away at his majestic appearance.

One word today.

It is better to correct the mistake as soon as possible.