I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

It is said that there is no end to human intellectual curiosity or exploration.

More things I know, more things I don't know, I guess.

How can boiling water be reduced?

Where does the water vapor go?

What is the cloud made of?

Why does the rain come down?

What is the difference between areas that do not descend and areas that often descend?

Is it possible to control weather?

Knowing one asks for ten, and knowing ten asks for a hundred.

Therefore, there is no end.

That's an impulse that can be termed desire anymore.

To some extent, it's a questioning pursuit to have.

To some extent, people often stop convincingly.

There are just a certain number of people in the world who, to some extent, do not end up with.

Scholar. Researcher. Seeker. Explorer. Great man. Madman. The weirdo.

There will be many words to indicate.

It would not necessarily be a favorable expression either.

But if you stop there, it's still (...) a normal story (...) (...).

Whatever the case, man's life is little short of asking for them.

I can't just do that pursuit to live.

So whoever goes too far is desperate for a lack of time... and he stops being human.

Magic. Alchemy. Cult. Cult. Anomalies. Anomalies. Demons.

There are many ways in which they can travel in this world.

Not in such a praiseworthy way as to be recommended to all the people, as is natural.

Rather, there is only a way for the ordinary people to be repelled.

But those who choose such a method will not hesitate to explore themselves with law or ethics.

Before the act others will pity, and be angry.

─ ─ How could you do such a terrible thing for such a thing!

But the person in question will say nothing.

- It's all the sacrifices I need to know. Thank you.

But “he” would say:

"Yes, yes, okay, okay. Well done. Give me the Zannen Prize for Waste of Effort."

“Sole" has been there ever since or at some point.

Mountains on the border between Rest and Krash. What are mountain paths for regular climbers?

A figure floating in a small valley made up of rock-skinned earth at a distance. But that's...

It is not a shadow as a 'figure of man'. Just a "shadow in the shape of a person” itself.

He is slowly advancing to the rest side as he drifts loosely.

Anyone who sees this would have spooked everyone.

Because the shadows of the human form are moving through the valley, where the moonlight slips in slightly.

And it was the warcraft who lived in the mountains that actually alerted Sole.

Approximately ten or so bodies surrounded the sole to jump out of the rock shade.

It's a black, hairy, four-legged beast that blends in at night. of revealing vigilance throughout the body.

He has threatened with roaring with his sharp fangs as he reversed his hair like this.

A nocturnal dog-shaped warcraft called Nightdog. Behavior in the herd, looks better than dog-shaped.

It's scary because it's similar to a fierce and dangerous wolf type, but it's cowardly and smells like a human (...).

I have the habit of avoiding it.

"... Has the doggie flair come to my smell"

Where was the mouth of the sole?

Heavy voices emanated from the shadows as they sounded from the bottom of the earth.

It's like proof that you're not human at the time you're surrounded by them,

The voice was ridden with emotions complaining of clear frustration and discomfort. Naturally.

As long as you know what the Nightdog ecology is.

I can guess why timid they surrounded themselves with unsporting looks and signs.

"Coward says he's smart all the time... but he's an animal."

The “white” appeared beneath the moonlight as the spitting and discarding sole moved his hands together.

Nightdogs colour up as soon as possible. Some of them are breathless and salivating individuals.

Cowardly, they seldom aim for things that have more bodies than they do, even in flocks.

Because of this, their species evolved to be able to maintain their activity with less food.

Bones are also one of the staple foods so that we can feed on all the prey that we have put in place.

Yes, I mean, the hand that came out of the shadows was the bone of the human hand itself.

"Well, change the color of your eyes."

It appeared as if it would take off the shadows that covered itself.

A pink black robe. To a superior texture and magic that I don't see in a place like this.

If you're a familiar human being, the embroidery knitted in a breathtaking high-tech ceremony is somewhere.

So much so that I suspect it is a substitute for the court magicians of the great powers. The biggest surprise, however.

A human systemic skeleton that I suspect is the specimen that wraps around so much stuff.

I don't even know the difference between a white bone corpse and an immortal's pinnacle, Rich Road.

Quiet angry eyes, but only darkness in a pitch-black orbit without light.

The frustrating voice of extreme discomfort comes from a mouthless mouth without tongue and meat.

Though Sole is certainly an inexperienced presence for the Nightdogs as well.

At the same time, it looks like a mountain of treasure. Unfortunately, it's been decent here lately.

The herd, which had not received food, was about to jump on this, believing in its sense of smell.

Without knowing that it literally determines our fate.

"But that nose is going to help."

The immortal king laughs as he rattles his teeth only mouth.

When you draw a small magic formation in the air with your white bone fingertips, you play towards the herd.

I hit one of them, and that's a poisonous shade of purple smoke as if it were going to explode as soon as possible.

When I spit out the momentum, I swallow all around the herd in an instant. its obvious

Sole, who is not a living person, walks flat through smoke that can only be seen as harmful to organisms.

And when I approached one of the beasts that was surrounding me, I stroked my head with my only bone.

"Heh heh, good boy"

Nightdog sarcasm collapses with a mesmerizing roar on the way (...).

melting loosely. They scatter rotten odors all around them, polluting the earth, but

Unfortunately, there was no stuff left here to worry about it. Nightdog's.

The figure itself stood unchanged on four legs on the earth, but there was faintly creeping rot.

In an instant they (...) had become moving skeletal specimens just to remind them of once.

And bow your head in line as if to show the will of Kyoujun to Sole.

"And no other love."

In the meantime, purple smoke gradually heads under the wind. It doesn't smell good.

The other warcraft I've spotted rush away, but the purple smoke just needs to get away.

They attack and turn the raw ones into things that aren't even corpses. There's such demon smoke.

twitching and advancing the ground, crawling through the slopes of the mountains. There's a screaming sound of the beasts.

The trees continued to spiritualize and everything eventually went away.

What's left is a whitebone that has become a bump. Maintain almost the original body structure and bone structure.

An insane being to ignore it and just move with it. No longer a warcraft, no longer a creature.

The legions of moving corpses and transformed bone warcraft gather together under the Immortal King.

"Huhuhuhuhu..."

Though I was exhilarated by the presence of the new soldiers surrounding me, it was also slight.

You reminded me of something. When I shook my arm in my stomach, I held only my bone hand.

I hit a big rock nearby. No muscle shards. Bone fists are like jokes.

Only the rocks are shattered and intact.

"Not enough...... how much have we collected these junior Warcraft!

You can drop those cities, but you can't beat the church guys!

Whoa, you abominable Virgins!!

Angry eyes that light dark in the back of the orbit. That shoots through the other side of the mountains.

The purpose of Sole ─ Rich Road is not inherently found in mountains like this or in the Kingdom of Rest.

It was supposed to take away the ancient magic guide that it was hidden in the royal castle of Krash.

Transfer magic could not be used on land I had never visited, but travel by night.

It was supposed to go without any problems. There's a disturbance in the way of Cynthia, the Virgin held by Lehmore Church.

if not. The Virgin usually preaches and comforts churches everywhere, and

Says he keeps purifying the bad things. Unfortunately for the Immortal King.

As long as we try to get to King Krash's capital, no matter where we go, her unusual.

I'm hooked on a net of sensing abilities. Seeking blood and sacrifice when entering the Krash.

The destruction of several villages must have called her in. Bad luck.

Those special eyes that even the Virgin's far-sightedness sees are nothing but trouble. And avoid it.

With the Virgin as if she'd anticipated it, even if she traveled far enough to get through.

The church knights of the escort travel together. As a result of continuing to move to escape,

The Immortal King was forced to cross the mountain to Rest as if being pursued.

"I can't beat that woman right now, be rude!

Is that irritating?

Kick the white bone dog you just stroked.

Skeleton dogs crushed and scattered in a collision on mountain skin remain unbridled by the king

But I'm going back to my original shape on my own outside of that consciousness. That's a creepy word.

Yes, if immortality is present in this way, most attacks will make no sense.

Physically crushed or undone, it doesn't hurt or itch, and it doesn't feel that way more than it did.

In other words, the body of the bone is necessary for convenience, so the body is the soul that dwells there.

Sole himself is the mass of dark souls of high purity sublimated by multiple evil laws and numerous sacrifices.

And the things that were killed by the evil laws that the things use will be the same.

It is therefore difficult to work the magic that changes from the magic that is the power that resides in the human flesh.

There is an absolute difference between the purity of the power of dwelling in the soul and the flesh.

But the Church, especially the Virgin, has a different 'power of reason'. That's all the natural enemies of the immortal.

It has the nature to be dirty with evil laws and to purify mutated souls. Then with that power.

Being immortal is restored to its original human soul, but it's losing its original flesh.

I ascend as it is. It is one of the few ways to destroy (kill) the immortal.

If you're a fellow Church Knight, you have the confidence to twist with one hand, and the Immortal King has been a Virgin in recent years.

Cynthia's intelligence, which is making its name heard everywhere, is different in both digits and stature.

I just peeked for a moment by farsightedness and my fear ran. Its enormous power is sweat glands, etc.

I hurried the immortal king to the illusion that sweat had erupted at once from the body of bones that were not.

And the rare eye that sees a soul that does not reflect the light the Virgin possesses was subjected to evil thoughts and techniques.

They also say they discern humans and things. The same is true of the right attack, the right hand, and the sealed hands.

"Need a higher power or a different power from the evil law...... are you back"

While tabulating such anger at the Virgin and her thirst for further power.

Something that was a nightdog until just now that I was away from this place at some point.

Though he thought emotionally, he reasonably ordered them to replace him.

They've lost organ with five senses on the outside, but it was maintained by evil law.

Because of its existence, it can see, hear and smell as much as it did in its lifetime.

No, because there is no physical limit, it is more than that in some cases.

The information I brought back was used. I understood it in a way that was like demon empathy. Sole was

rattles the bones of his mouth like a damned laugh.

"Um, well, is this Tencorius territory? Just fine.

They'll be user-friendly Dead Vets, no, not my way.

Sometimes you make her obey you alive and bump into the Virgin. "

Take an army of bone beasts down the mountain with you in mind of that future to come.

I knew there was an inn town nearby that didn't have a lot of fighting power, but make a scene first.

Think I don't want to wake you up and stimulate Tencorius, spread the sound swallowing darkness.

Proceed as if slipping through the ground. Now, I need a god beast of which magic tools and evil laws.

I thought I'd tie him up, and I'd make him think... and I'd detect an anomaly.

"... What is this unusual remnants of magic?

There was an anomaly that could still be seen (felt) only at the foot of the mountain.

Regardless of the dark night or other in the orbit that does not host light, the corner of the forest is quite extensive if you look at it.

It was crushed in a circle. The fact that it is a mark of destruction by some sort of high-altitude magic

I can tell by the signs of magical remnants drifting around it, but it's unusually remnants.

Dense. This would then be a level where it would even be possible to reuse it using the appropriate means.

The reuse of magically consumed magic is limited to 10% of even wizards called first-rate.

But in front of you, that's 30-40% tough given the expected magic consumption.

But apart from that technical awesomeness, it's because it's a piece of evil law, Sole.

I see the presence of Nanica, who is not a human being to be felt.

What the hell is going on?

The Immortal King generally understood if such questions were gradually brought closer to the scene as well.

I don't know what's going on with my normal eyes because I'm still at a distance, but because of the immortals.

The signs and strength of the soul now visible are perceived to be sufficient.

Even if it is a corpse, two corpses are likely to be blinded by the strength of their dwelling power.

There is one individual near it that makes you feel small but comparable in power.

Traces of battle, falling and falling in the land that remains, but two, no, three extraordinary powers.

Ten equally fallen souls that see a connection (line) between the souls they possess and the ones they follow.

Did you win the battle with Tencorius under any circumstances?

The organism of interest was already dead, but life and death are trivial issues for Sole.

What I care about is freshness at best. Instead, I don't know what kind of hand to use now more than that.

The immortal king who giggles damned if there are those who defeated him, that would make a good soldier.

And when you get a distance to recognize the faces of those who fell and fell in their orbits without light,

Sole couldn't stand the laughter of joy and excitement.

"Huh, huhahahaha!!

The rumored Second Princess Earthgant and her doll maids!!

And the mighty of the other worlds! It's on! I'm on!!

The princess of that magical power, his most powerful troops and the prestigious maid and royal guard.

And a rare and unparalleled existence of different worlds. that they were heavily injured,

What is not an opportune opportunity such as a situation where the force is exhausted and you are lying down?

Not on skeletons, but if you tie the corpse up with a magical formula of corruption and domination in that country.

You will have easy access to magic knowledge and magic aids. What luck.

I was in the mood to applaud the future with the hands of a bone.

"Don't you think it would make sense to calculate a typical raccoon..."

Such a bewildered discourse echoes watering the exaltation of the Immortal King.

For a moment Rich Lord did not immediately understand who had issued it.

Because none of the beings that the Immortal King had recognized had spoken out.

"No?"

If you voice your consciousness in surprise, concentrate between the princess and the otherworlds.

Then slightly, for the first time there, I recognized a soul with a degree of presence to which I felt.

The rare signs and souls that are likely to melt in the dark night are ordinary people all over the city.

Looks smaller than. It's very out of place, given the others and the circumstances.

Without wounds, tiredness, agitation, or surprise, it's more like you're the ruler of this place.

He was showing a grand attitude. Unbelievable things like that.

The immortal king had already forgotten, but his presence also quickly put him out of his thoughts.

I don't need to think about it. Anyway, a powerless man is in Rich Road's sight.

Because there's no way I can stand it. That's all the gaze of the Dark Residents who transcended death.

It will bind only men from the bottom of their souls, atrophy them and make them unspeakable. So...

There's no need to worry about that last rambling or the incredibility of existence.

"It's late to come, Noroma!

Thanks to you, we've got more extra work here!

"... what?

That should be, the dwarf presence of was flat looking to Rich Road.

On the contrary, he points his scornful gaze at the Immortal King with his blatant tongue-beating.

"That's raw garbage you can't really use, it's not even going to be fertilizer"

"Ah."

The boy who shook his head saying it was troublesome said he'd grab the princess's head with one hand.

I walk slowly and gently to the immortal king as I strain her.

I didn't even think of the slight dust in my attitude of handing it directly to the special victory and begging for help.

"... give me the princess, the lad there, and I'll listen to you."

I was heartbroken that you would be the one who didn't help me with any tools.

Rich Road just makes me feel like I don't care.

No matter how I handled it, I didn't feel more comfortable disposing of it up there.

but.

"Shut up, less than maggots bone crumbs. Do you instruct Master Ningen on habits that are not even organisms?"

The boy threw away his pity only once, like laughing with his nose. That face has a vanity.

It was also understood by the Immortal King that the colors were all absent and that he really thought so.

It's lamentable, I just think so and sigh.

"Ha, I have trouble with humans who only have short raw because they have this hand raw once in a while.

How pathetic to not even notice the difference in power, difference as being too small "

Even if you know that the sun shines in the sky during the day, that's really the organism, etc.

Few can feel that it is a mass of fire that burns them without being able to come near.

I don't know what that brilliance really means or how scared it is of an insect crawling through the earth.

Short, do it, skeleton dog. If there's three of them, in seconds.

It would become just a blood, flesh and bone object.

"Eh."

"─ ─ ─ Push, Gravity (Ga Gorga)"

The short, strong chant that wipes out someone's anguished voice is the flying bone dogs.

crushed in the middle of it. Compression as if pinched at the hands of an invisible giant.

All that remained were white nanicas about pebbles. But even that falls, and within rolling on the ground.

Scattered to weather.

"... hey, what are you saying now... this sign is magic?

Stupid! You were skeletonizing with my power even though you were a junior warcraft!?

Rich Road loses his spare time early when he's spooked for a moment by too much surprise.

Impossible, screaming loudly and disturbing. Even if he was immortal.

It was magically crushed. If it's a massive attack magic enough to change the terrain itself.

Magic to such an extent that you don't know what happened in front of you.

"More or less the magic of gagorga etc... what the hell attribute is that!?

Besides, the immortal king didn't know the words the boy whined about. But that's for them, too.

It seemed unexpected or frustrating. He also blinked at whether he had been distracted.

"Dude, you've been an immortal for 300 years and you don't know... maid there, description"

The finger was pointed at the closest position to the boy, more than twenty steps away, but he fell.

A maid of scratchy eyes who is. bewildered by her sudden nomination. But for some reason

Explain it slightly quickly while frightening the boy.

"Uh... that, Ga Gorga will be the magic of gravity attributes.

From floating things, it is magic that can be crushed with force moves with invisible force.

It's hard to work magic for the immortal, but for every possession, for every lowly being, that soul is completely.

It's possible to crush, depending on the power, but magic with extreme difficulty, compared to the rest.

Because it's difficult to control, it's a secret to the public, but it's often used in high-end magic guidebooks.

It will be what is described. "

"─ That's right. You don't even know that in a habit where time is wasted?

I have enough to not study. What the hell were you exploring?

Kuck, a smiling boy who obviously made a fool out of humans - but not humans -.

And the maid who explained, "I can't believe how easy it is to treat it."

He only turns his gaze of awe at the boy in the absence. It was humiliating. For hundreds of years.

I've been exploring knowledge and demons, Rich Road, and I've only lived a dozen years.

ridiculed and ignored by beings (humans). There's no way that can happen.

Explorers of contraindications, symbols of fear, are treated as such, etc.

"Kid, the chatter won't last long."

Turn your fingertips only on your bones as you restrain your trembling anger and tell them to say otherwise, die.

If a disastrous light was lit to concentrate on its apex, it was emitted as a flash of a strip.

Going straight to the boy. That's the speed of light as it looks, a course that strikes him straight in the heart.

But it moved slowly into his mouth.

"By the way..."

"Gu!?

What, when I thought, the immortal king's shoulder had been shot out.

upset consciousness will hold the perforated shoulder bone in reflex, but at the same time

Another sober consciousness reviews the memory of what happened. And stunned.

"Idiot, dude..."

The cursed light that's supposed to inflict the incurable wound that's emitted is on Nanica in front of the boy.

of came back like the light that hit the mirror when it hit (...).

"─ ─ You can also bounce back an attack in this way. I don't know. What's the curse now?

If that's what you thought you could kill, and if you still did everything you could, seriously, what were you doing?

That disappeared from the boy who also showed signs of ridicule from the beginning somewhere.

The immortal king holding down the hole no longer blocked by words and sight with genuine contempt in it.

teeth bite. You received it as an answer. The boy narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"Skeleton Warcraft can't do well either. Is that it?

This is some junior Necromancer magic called Death Inviting Purple Smoke.

But it still has dead meat on it, and some ex-night dogs biting their own bones.

Precision of surgery, control, none of this is a red dot level...... I seriously ask, you've been doing this for 300 years.

What the hell were you doing?

"Damn, you, why do you have that knowledge in your kid's ass!?

Knowledge that makes you think it's profound. A view that describes the original warcraft and the precision of the surgery with only bones.

In time, the Immortal King, rated a red dot, bites his teeth all the time without chewing his back teeth off.

If you had meat on your face, you would surely have seen a humiliating and trembling look. And.

"Are you a lazy man who escaped unbearably in human annoyance?

Immortalization doesn't change the roots. "

Three moons laugh in the boy's ordinary face.

"─ ─ Huh!? Where did you get that name..."

Impossible line of words. Unlike the others, that name has no reason to look into and solve.

My head boils in an instant with nothing in it to its surprise. I can't do this. More than that

Don't let him talk. I know what I threw away three hundred years ago, and turned it off.

Why is it now that Sole disappeared when he became immortal and buried everything with his own hands?

I think I need to seal my mouth, but now I also need to know my sources.

Talk about what a boy shouldn't care about talking about an immortal king swayed by conflicting ideas.

"There used to be a country's noble Torpunte family of three boys. Childhood is with the power of the eldest and second brothers.

I was working out as much knowledge as I could, but from the middle of nowhere, I was obsessed with my desire for knowledge, and the means and purpose change.

And gradually the human society and his smugness as an organism seem to be in the way, finally.

I became immortal with my hands on bans and evil laws... so it fits, doesn't it, Gurud-kun?

Because it's about you. That's what the laughing Three Moons and the little fool's eyes tell me.

I don't know, breathtaking. This is the enemy. Definitely my own enemy. He said he was a little bug.

The small beings that I thought became the ones that should be directed at a clear intent to kill.

"But what a common and boring development. How much Kings Road (Tayban) has a certain

Even if there is demand, there is typically more. No originality. Fourteen points. "

The body of the bone trembles. We have to kill him. Whoever finds out about Sole must turn it off. Absolutely.

I became immortal for whatever remained. What have you ashed your country for?

Then there is one thing to do.

"You haven't changed since the original Gurud-kun, for the most part, over 300 years.

Intellectual curiosity is strong, but concentration and persistence are scattered, knowledge is half and biased, was it?

The way the tutors all talked to you, they rated you. "

Turn off anyone who hears. The measures to be used are secondary. Turn everything off just in case.

What is best and complete to do for it? The target is an enemy with an unknown number of threats.

Knowledge of Necromancer magic and more than that magical skill. Half-breed means, etc.

Measures are likely to be available. Then there is only one way he (Grud) can take it.

Crush any countermeasure with “force” that just makes it pointless.

"You guys go crazy and attack him!!

"... I think he's already dead?

Only three were crushed using gravitational magic. All the ecosystems in the corner of the mountain.

There are still numerous skeletons beside Rich Road that can be broken.

More than thirty bone warcraft. Because there's no meat, so light and handsome, because there's no raw.

There is no fear of death, and even if the original kind is different, we can work together under the King's edict.

Such beings exert more power than life under the influence of Necromancer magic.

Normally, I have excessive combat power against one person, but I have anxiety about this person.

But I decided that if it was enough.

"Hmm."

As expected, I still couldn't hide my surprise, but the many Bone Warcraft...

Suddenly his feet were taken by the muddy earth and he sank as he was.

of the local attribute, or double magic with the water attribute. No matter how immortal, there are signs.

Dragged deeper underground than I could feel, I became inactive.

The effect of the surgery, which is maintaining its status as a skeleton, will eventually expire.

It will be buried in the formation. What a bone-like end.

The more such sarcasm came to mind, the more time I bought as I expected.

He (Grudd) laughs in a smile that lasts only about ten seconds but has no expression.

"Excellent skill, kid. But it's personal power, look at this!!

An evil self unleashes mighty magic. Like erupting from bones all over your body.

Sole covers the area (the dark night) with the devil's darkness. From the forest entrance where they are.

It was that which brought Sole down to near the foot of the mountain where he himself came down, dyed it in cloudy black at night.

Was it just stretched out in some kind of junction? The devil's darkness, like a border in front of a boy's eyes.

I can't cross that line. But he (Grud) didn't care.

Because there's no point in preventing this.

True intent. True fear appears after this clears up.

"Become!?

"Ugh, damn..."

"Ahhh...!

A voice of surprise and despair leaked from the maids and other worlds (Yusha).

Daring to take the curtain away at once, he (Grudd) spills a satisfying grin.

He spread both hands of his bones with an abusive sense of dark delight that he wanted to see this.

To boast and show off the things I've just called here.

"Behold, this army of skeletons created with my secret art!!

"─ Eh!

Someone's screaming breathtaking voice is comforting.

Whatever you are following is an army of bone soldiers. In cloudy black until just now.

The night I ruled was now dyed by its creepy whiteness.

That number is not comparable to that of the thirty or so crushed right now.

A sight (number) illusory enough to wonder if the earth was all buried with bones.

It makes me think that if the mountains weren't behind it, it would fill the horizon.

"It took three hundred years to gather the corpses and bones of formidable warriors and ferocious warcraft,

A loyal army of our elite born by making everything a skeleton!

There are 10,000 fully armed skeleton soldiers.

There are thousands of skeleton warriors with giant swords.

There are five hundred skeleton nights with masterful armor across the skeleton hose.

There's a giant skeleton bird dancing through the universe with its bone wings - so much so that it fills the sky.

There are hundreds of skeleton dragons with mouths that could swallow humans.

There are so many other kinds of skeleton soldiers and warcraft that there are hundreds of millions of them to speak of.

Obey him (Grud) as king and wait for the decree now or now.

Three hundred years is a living rich road, assuming. In the ten seconds Skeleton Warcraft earned.

It is not difficult to use a sort of summoning magic that was prepared in advance.

It was supposed to be in case you were noticed and resisted before you had your errands at King Krash Capital.

It's a summoning ceremony I was prepared for. I can only call everything at once because of the number. On top

The difficulty of not being able to repatriate is that in front of this army there is no point in individual martial arts.

"That number is roughly 35,000! It will strike you without fear of death or wounds!

I wonder how far a single battle would hold you back if it wasn't even close to your feet?

It's a souvenir of the underworld from me, let me tell you something called a number of violence!

Huhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

I laugh when I tell them you're done.

If you resist desperately, even this army will be able to shred some.

There are no individuals who outnumber them as a single force.

But in front of the pressure of this white wave, every single one of them is nothing but a leaf drifting through the sea.

The ladies of full creation can only visions the future swallowed by this with utter silence.

There...

"Gurudkun... you don't remember the first thing I said?

─ ─ A squeaky voice sounded nasty and strong on the field making fun of the bottom of my heart.

The Lord of the Voice is the boy who deserves to be killed the most on this occasion.

Without surprise or fright in its face, there is no shadow of barbaric courage. Just a flat face.

He (Grud) had a glance of contempt so obvious that whoever saw it could see it.

"The first thing you said?

Are you kidding me? You see this situation. "

"Once it was too late to come.

That's Doc. It's like an empty head and a spinning nose. "

Before my absolute own victory, still unchanging and unscrupulous attitude.

A rap mouth that laughs all the time if I don't hear your words or something.

Calling the army makes me curse myself for being supposed to be in the overwhelming top.

There is nothing wrong with fear. This boy doesn't care if he's in front of the army.

I don't feel a single shard or anything. My eyes say this stuff is just garbage.

Grudd, whose anger prevailed over doubt on that, so he didn't realize the fact.

"... coming too late?

Oh, no, you knew that skeleton was coming here!?

The most noticed are the other world people (Yusha) who remain buried in the earth.

That's a word I won't answer unless I know I'll be here in advance.

The boy formed a three-day moon in his face all the time saying he was right about it.

I don't know how to run chills all over my body when I'm supposed to look directly at it in relation to it.

Something, I had a feeling they were going to ask me the facts I shouldn't be asking.

"I set it up, to be exact.

Come on, the Virgin would have been in an intrusive position for Gurud-kun's purposes, wouldn't she?

"Become!?

The biggest cause of Grud's coming here. He is the only one who knows that.

Even his own presence drove Rich Road to this land.

I haven't noticed anything. If they had noticed, they would have been destroyed.

Then why does this boy know that? He made it real.

I screwed up with a laugh that looked fun.

"I was in Krash, well, it was close by chance, but those guys had mascarades.

I'm looking for you. It would have been easy to direct people to their destination if they'd been passing out high-freshness information. "

"Ba, silly! So you lured me here!?

"That's right. I escaped unnecessarily from the Virgin, and you have come this far not to desire his warcraft,

Oh, my God, it can't be. Besides, even if there's some fuss here, there's a corner of the woods.

Whether it shreds or the earth falls, it deludes Tencorius that he has made it so.

Sometimes it happens in this land. "

Kuck, and a boy who's supposed to be a demonic grinning human.

Unexpectedly, the bone foot takes a step back. It was set up. It was being read. And

It's been moved to the right place. Is the reason for the trembling body humiliating or fearful?

This whole thing is in the boy's hands. Then the identity of his attitude is obvious.

From the beginning, there was just Nanica here who could destroy the power of Rich Road.

That it is available.

"Hey, hey, hey!

"Huh!"

Applause as if you read the inside out of a look that shouldn't be pussy.

Slightly brighter voices unnecessarily freeze Guldo's spine. If we don't take measures,

I think, but once the frightened spirit gets in the way and I can't think together. Take that.

It's like laughing. The boy just said he had trouble with his acting attitude.

I shook my head.

"Well, but if they notice you're going to plant something massive, be on your guard.

Maybe he won't come any closer. Just one little thing, though. "

The grinning - frigid - boy's hand touches the space in front of him.

The magic formation, which was hidden as soon as possible, was activated to show its appearance. Palm size as declared

little it didn't know gravitational magic neither did he. Magic not uncommon to know.

"... turret magic?

It is magic that is installed in military bases, fortifications, formations where the army was present during the war, etc.

Separately, it is ritual magic, but turret magic is mostly a substitute for easy installation.

Normally, spell chanting is required for magic manipulation and consequent surgical manipulation when unleashing magic.

moment, however, the concentration of consciousness there on the battlefield, where instantaneous judgment becomes important

Given the general soldier's skill, it's just an act of making gaps.

But when it was a war, when it was invaded by another country, by a large group of warcraft and demons.

When attacked, the firepower of magic is imperative, from the standpoint of defense and deterrence.

It is desirable that whoever is there is in a state where the same degree of firepower can be used.

After trial and error, one answer that came out was turret magic. Put your magic in the magic team.

It is the magical birth of forming a turret from which attack magic is unleashed simply by pouring it in.

Because we don't take places like cannons flying shells, we just carve them on the spot.

I don't even need to carry it. Care is minimal and each shot is loaded with shells

I don't have a lot of work to do either. In modern times, there are differences in size and power, but in the armies of every country.

It's the magic used. Especially if it's palm-sized. Even end soldiers are installed.

but its power is the same if you use the same amount of magic to unleash magic normally.

Originally for soldiers who don't like magic that it weakens to about two-thirds.

It's a turret. Naturally, it's not something that can turn this situation upside-down.

"What the hell can you do with such a tiny substitute!?

Little magic formations and inferior turret magic with no threat whatsoever.

The voice that tried to make a fool of herself for all the retribution she had done so far was shaking.

Absolute doubt I had apart from the laughing consciousness that there was no problem to this extent.

Why is this boy so calm if it's just Sole? It's like mocking this one.

Are you smiling and looking to have fun? I'm sure there's something still out there.

His bone body was solidified by that certainty and vigilance. So.

"Of course it's garbage cleaning."

I'll drop off the boy who chuckled and threw the magic formation up in the sky.

Grudd, just following it with his eyes, but doubted his own eyes without his eyes.

Even though it was a small move like the one you threw in the ball, the magic team was no longer

It had reached the sky in a few moments enough for its presence to be caught slightly.

And the moment that rise reached its peak, someone's fingers rang.

"Huh!?

"... to?

"What?"

"Liar, right?

As soon as possible, the sight spread beyond anyone on this scene's comprehension.

More magic formations flew over. But that's not about twice as much as triple.

Even tenfold hundredfold is overwhelmingly short of numbers. In an instant, yes the sky was really covered in an instant (...).

It grows without gaps as if the night sky, viewed with the moon and full stars, is hidden.

The sky within their sight was already filled with magic formations.

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It would be amazing if we just moved the turret magic we installed once.

But the exact same thing. In this moment, creating such an astronomical number of

It's impossible no matter how many rich loads there are without physical limits called brains.

"Coppe, whatever it is, I guess you guys don't know what it means.

Mm, no, in this case, the control key and the shift key?

"Don't be ridiculous! What the hell are you talking about?

You remember me. I'm furious with the attitude of the twitchy boy, but I've returned to

What they showed me was that three-day moon in my face that somehow lags behind me.

"Of course we're talking about a world that Gurud-kun doesn't know about. Hey, Explorer of Knowledge?

I imagine words that make me mock you for not even knowing that.

No, this boy is using intentional rhetoric to mock the guld.

Perhaps, as planned from the beginning.

- What the hell is this?

The hell I ran into Nani. I fought Nani.

Assault or retreat or negotiation. On the occasion of choices and decisions to be made, but he was ruled by the fright.

No matter what you look at it from anywhere, Sole only looks like a child below the average person with a small presence.

If you still lose your mind, you might lose it in the eyes of the immortal.

It's like subjugating and surpassing neither the princess of a magical power nor the immortal king who uses a ban.

I hallucinate myself in his palm at the incompetence of the specialty that makes me feel almighty.

Suddenly the boy's hand rose.

"Hih!"

That alone makes me naturally scream. And the magic formations of the sky light up simultaneously, one at a time.

Set to unleash shells of the fire attribute? The dots of fire shine to fill the heavens.

But it's like the sight.

"Uh, what is it?

Oh, sure, let me tell you something called a number of violence, was it?

"Oh, ah... gu!

Boy (AKMA) giggling in a shitty way while repulsing the words Guldo confidently said earlier.

Now, what a funny and vain thing to think of the number of empty fires. That humiliates the chest.

A speechless voice leaks. The sound of bone ringing was now strangely deafening.

"Then I'll tell you the number of stars."

Its hands are waved down with a vicious grin, as if it were a blade on a truncated platform.

The false heavens born between authenticity and the earth are merciless and beautiful and brilliant.

The stars have fallen.