Entering a Company From Another World!?

Dragon Zombie, a beast that revives and ferocizes the corpses of dragon species.

Basically, there is no reason or intelligence, only to defeat the opponent.

That ability is no different from a natural disaster for ordinary people.

Even if you simply focus on force, the brain limiter is unlocked, making it more suspicious than the base dragon.

Dragon-specific bracelets, in addition to their underlying properties, combine with undead properties, making them difficult to polish.

In addition, the troublesome thing is that you can't think of anything extra and use the increased vitality as a shield to push the status out completely.

The point is, it comes with a rush.

A defensive position, such as a sorcerer or healer, won't hold up much if they take this.

It can be troublesome considering that mass and violence can crush even avant-garde positions.

As a weakness, the undead fixed weakness attributes of Saint Light and the fire attributes that dragons should be good at become more effective through undead.

Presenting the abilities so far, this dragon zombie is nothing but a natural enemy for the avant-garde who can only use simple swordsmanship.

That's supposed to be it.

In the space where I see such threats, spa and unconscious breathing sounds are emitted from my mouth, and white smoke is emitted along with that breath.

"I thought I was confident in my endurance because I was biting defenselessly... was that a mistake?

Lightly decorated with that dragon zombie, I tilt my neck when I think I'm crazy.

Perhaps if Kaido heard my lines just now, I'd shake my ears and palms to the left and right with all my might.

Senpai is unusual!!

They're going to give me a tickle.

I want you to miss the words that are close to my stupidity because it ended so quickly.

Speaking of what I did to the attack by the interception of the dragon zombie, I first ran towards the dragon zombie in front of me and ran into each other with a thick knife, and then turned around and jumped on the other neck with the momentum of crushing.

That's all, I cut off the fat dragon's neck.

Yeah, well, I cut two heads off.

Attack and defense in just a few seconds.

That's all it took.

If this were a dragon with reason and intelligence, the results would have been slightly different, but that was just what we were talking about.

The sight that spreads in front of you is there, blinking, but distracting.

"Well, look. It would be easier for me if I didn't have to work hard."

I feel slightly insufficient, but I am convinced of the results, and I send the battle that ended earlier than I thought to the corner of my head, and I decide that it is no longer useful for this occasion.

And as you watch your surroundings, you slowly start walking towards your destination again.

Hide in a slowly thickening moisture while savouring the slightly wet ground feel.

There is no problem with vision.

It is a vision that is neither thick fog nor exaggerated, but I can understand where it is by aiding with other five senses.

It is the sensitivity of the five senses of the beast, but if you can't do that, those instructors will unilaterally succumb to it. Thanks to this, I instinctively honed my physical abilities.

For now, there is no problem with the harmful atmosphere of the body.

As a principle, Professor Fusio has taught me that the only reason that chest invades and erodes the body is because it absorbs the chest itself and erodes the magic in the body, turning it from normal magic to poison.

Every breath, nose and mouth, as well as skin breathing, is absorbed, and if you go without countermeasures at this concentration, you are immediately attacked by poor health.

Of course, I had learned how to prevent it.

After all, I've been training with the All-beneficent.

Even if the amount of gas released by instructor Fusio is suppressed, the concentration is condensed, and the more it is properly received, the more it exceeds the effect of the common poison. How do you know?

Yeah, because I wandered the line of life and death once in a while, motherfucker.

Without Suela's cure, it's a bitter memory that I might have been meeting with the demon of Hell.

Thanks to this kind of vigour, I've acquired enough technology to make it a little difficult to breathe.

Well, that's off the record.

As a technique to prevent the mood that I am doing now, there is a method to stop the absorption of magic from outside the body and improve the purity of the magic concentration by internal circulation.

Using this method, the magic output in the body can be increased without absorbing the magic of the outside air, and a membrane that prevents moisture can be stretched onto the surface of the body by its magic.

Simply put, the more you twist the udon, the stronger it gets.

Together, it circulates magic, folds magic like a sword blacksmith's folding work, improves the quality of magic, increases the output of magic, and reduces the cost of magic to use in inverse proportion.

Of course, it's much faster than usual for magic to bottom out if it can't be absorbed from outside the body.

This is just a saving technique, not a breakthrough.

If it's true, it's definitely more efficient to draw boundaries and purify your cheeks.

Unfortunately, I can't do it, so I'm using this method.

Nevertheless, the activity time in the atmosphere jumps more than tenfold even if it is estimated lightly, so remember, there is no loss.

"... magic team, as expected, an unprofessional field."

And I finally got to my destination.

A magical formation that secretly glows purple in the woodland.

A line of the same color stretching out of that magic circle is probably an amateur line predicting that it is supplying magic to other points.

I mean, can I cut this off?

Rather than appearing to be a Summon Monster, it is a substitute for absorbing magic from the veins of the earth and supplying it to other Magic Monsters.

Two Dragon Zombies just now must have protected this.

The only way to unlock these magical formations is to shut them down with a straightforward attack.

But it's something that only the person who installed it will know, and for me, who can only use basic magic, it's like suddenly telling me to prove Fermer's final theorem.

So when it comes to what I can do, it's limited to the brain muscle technique of pushing force.

I jumped into the woodland and saw an amber crystal the size of my back in the middle.

I wonder if this is the starting point.

A substitute that says it's important to see.

I feel a lot of magic as if I could prove it, but there is no sense that it cannot be cut, so I can probably cut it and break it.

However, if this is a replacement for the magic suppression valve, it will destroy it, that is, the magic still being released will destroy and cause a great flood.

If that happens, I'm pretty confident in durability, too.

So, should I cut off the magic team? No. Should we cut and bury the surrounding rocks? Or try to tear up the atmosphere. "

More and more, the brain-muscular method starts to run around in my head, but none of the methods are easy, and I don't think it's a way to fit beautifully.

"Hah, I tried to solve it with momentum, but can't you do something I can't? It seems to be the fastest way to freeze this space by summoning Mr. Valls. That too, huh?

Remind yourself that no action can be taken without thinking about it.

The Spirit Summon is the last resort.

The method is only postponed and not solved.

It is better to move honestly in the direction of exterminating surrounding enemies and wait for the Commander's troops to arrive.

I decided that I had no choice but to do something because I thought Mr. Valls was going to laugh at me for doing nothing and I tried to take action if I decided otherwise.

"Hmm!?

The sensation of being struck by the body when the instructors made you sensitive to killing air makes you run electricity through your brain.

Zokri and his spine were cold, and following his unpleasant hunch, he shook the mineral tree towards the space behind him, which was supposed to be empty.

I felt like cutting something off with Kim.

Immediately thereafter.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! My arm!? Arms!?

"Who the hell is that? This sword."

A scream rises from the shaken space.

I wasn't there until now.

That's for sure.

But then I noticed something attacked me, and when I waved the mineral tree reflexively, there was a man on his knees holding his arm down.

Looking back quickly, I can only remember seeing a man's face.

However, I have an idea of what this situation applies to.

Looking at the dagger with a gentle gaze and still above the wrist rolling to the ground near the man, I am sure.

At first glance, it was judged to be a bad substitute, and I knocked it off with a mining tree.

"Phew, that's it, huh?

Hit the dagger just inside to make sure the suspicious atmosphere disappears, and when it's over, the raider will be conscious next.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, looks only Japanese.

I don't have to wonder why I'm here alone, but I think he's responsible for the Magic Sword case.

You attacked me, and there's too much evidence of the situation, including the dagger that looks like the Magic Sword.

At first I was screaming for pain, but now I wonder if it is quiet, so I checked.

"It fell off, it fell off, ah, it fell off."

When I saw the dagger split in two, I wondered where the pain had disappeared just now, and the bumps and the smell were creating a terrible atmosphere.

I don't think I want to get involved with a man who's obviously insane anymore, or I don't think I can leave him like this.

Fuck.

Without hiding the atmosphere of helplessness, he took out a potion from his waist and put it on the man's hand to stop the bleeding. After that, he retrieved the magic sword that had been slapped with the man's hand and walked away from the scene holding the man whose hostility disappeared.

He was wary that he would do something at the stage of holding it, but the man only raised a dry laugh.

While he was running, the man simply repeatedly said that he had fallen off while staring at his lost hand, and he had to be mentally nervous just because it came into his ear.

I lowered the man once in an area that was normal enough to run, diminish the concentration of mood and eliminate the need for a magic circle.

Try leaning against a tree, but don't look away from your hands.

"Hey, you know what I mean?

"Haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha."

I don't know where my eyes are looking when I'm forced to grab my face and try to focus my eyes.

"Ah, I'm not a psychiatrist, what should I do?"

One tongue sounds, and this man realizes I can't handle it.

Potions can't heal spiritual things.

In this situation, it is impossible to determine whether something has been done with medicine or if you have a real mental illness.

I'm glad I brought you here for information, but there's nothing you can do about it.

"Oh, good timing."

I feel a sign when you are in trouble.

It is not a disturbing sign of immortality, but a sign of a clean living.

And this unique black sign is unique to the devil.

That feeling is not madness, and you must have found me.

The heavily symptomatic group changed course and appeared.

"Jiro Tanaka, why are you here?

Probably a leader.

The devil of the man at the forefront calls out my name and asks me to be here.

"I'll report the details later. I flew in here to solve the problem, but I couldn't do anything, and I just turned around. I'm glad the timing was right. There was a magical formation ahead. Probably because of that. Besides, he's been a lousy street monster lately."

"What?"

Let's put aside the criticism of which special forces we're dealing with.

A forest camouflage demon emerged, there was no hostility, and I decided from the emblem on my shoulder that it was the commander's unit. I explained the situation honestly.

Finally, he points to a man who leans against a tree while lighting a cigarette.

"So? What's going on? The other testers."

"I'm fine. The evacuation is complete and we are waiting inside. So, is it true what I just said?

"You can't help lying here, the magic sword of proof is here. He is the culprit of the recent disturbances. Now, I think I've lost my mind after I cut off my wrist because of the Magic Sword or something else. Is there anyone in this unit who can use healing magic? I want to tie my hands to his psychiatric treatment."

"Okay. Collect the Magic Sword here. I'll have my men deliver it to Evia."

"Yes, please."

The magic sword and the man's wrist were handed over, and one of the troops approached the man and started the treatment.

The other three went ahead and checked the magic team, so they sighed that this situation would be solved.

I was relieved to see the end of the work ahead of me, even though this was part of a plan that was still less than an outpost.

Another side

The man was always smiling behind the hood.

Despite the capture of the Magic Swordsman who was supposed to be at the heart of this plan.

"I would have liked to see a little more of his strength anyway, but I wonder if he could have used the Magic Sword. Yeah, yeah, that's it for now. Besides, the finish is good. He did a pretty good job. I was actually going to throw it away and let you die here, but I'll give you the right to survive."

No, I suppose I've turned that into useless stuff now.

A disturbance in the Spirit Forest that gradually converges.

Closed immortal summons.

Finally, I was able to use the ground vein to capture the magical faction that was the origin of the summons.

A man who no longer has a hand on the scene gently flips his cloak and leaves the scene with the feeling of dropping off the end of the play.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to the harvest."

Only the words echo on the spot, and the man leaves in space transition.

Another side end

One word today.

There are things you can't do before your eyes, and depending on your reaction when you can't do anything, your future policy will be determined. It was the day I thought so.