Transferred into the water of the Spirit Lake, me and the giant turtle. Rise from the dark water to the surface of the night.
What I saw in my eyes was the branches and leaves of a world tree that filled half of the sky, creeping rainbow light.
(... awesome)
Think about it, it's the first time I've seen it. To be honest, I have no words.
The largest tree in the world exceeds a thousand meters high and the radius of the umbrella made of branches is as much as two thousand meters. That beauty really rocked my mind.
(A Spirit Cannon is a long-range magic launcher that sees a world tree in a cane rifle.)
I remember the knowledge Zaratan told me.
"of the magic that circulates the world, a release port on earth"
That's what makes a wand rifle that unleashes attack magic.
There is a considerable distance between the Spirit Forest and the King's Capital. But the Spirit Cannon flew across that space, and it seems it can leave as much power as it can burn down the capital.
(Don't let the elves free this much power)
I'm more prepared to die on the battlefield than I am to be a pilot and ride a knight. But the Elves use spiritual cannons without hesitation other than military personnel.
I guess it doesn't matter to them, such as wartime agreements that are kept among people.
I'm looking down there.
It has a much longer life span than people and is highly suited to magic. In addition, the people on the licked side prefer and praise the appearance of the Elves.
If we get this far, it would be natural to make a lookout fool of ourselves.
(That's why I won't even allow you to approach reciprocity)
If we're going to keep ourselves in the upper position, I'll shoot you everywhere and over and over.
"Let's do it."
Me calling out to the tortoise while I let the old lady "Old Lady" sleep over the armor. Because of the family we are dealing with, the waves of the mind reach even if they are not external audio.
By the way, I've given up sniping in hiding from the start. Because it glows more than using C-rank magic.
(Conditional abnormality recovery C)
Reflecting the light of the luminescent old lady "Old Lady," the surface glows green.
Mithrill shell covered cockpit full of magic and a lot of pressure strikes me.
(... I'm fine)
Unlike before, it doesn't feel clogged. I can feel a lot of magic circling slowly.
(My fingertips and toes sting, but I can't help it as much as this)
Perhaps, but the weak part of the knight is torn. The magic is leaking out. Compared to the fact that the torso was about to burst, it was not enough to be aware of.
I carefully pour my magic into the wand Rifle.
"It's the trunk you're after. It's better than the branched part."
Reinforce with Zalatan and set a target. The wand Rifle is starting to emit intense white light brilliantly, so it's hard but patient to keep seeing it.
Already, the green light on the old lady's "Old Lady" body is gone. All you have to do is keep the tip of the vibrating wand Rifle until the arrow of light (Magic Missile) is activated.
"The elves soon notice, too. Be careful."
The wand "Rifle" sounds low on the lake at night. Sounds and vibrations gradually change to something high and crazy.
It passed from the belly knight to the surface of the water through Zaratan's armor, spreading fine waves to the surrounding area.
Water intake tower on the south bank of Spirit Lake. In addition to being an intake of water to be sent inside, Spirit Lake is monitored.
While a few of them are packing as accommodations, the watchful eye for time now is on a young woman with long hair. I noticed the white light coming through the window, distorting my flanking face.
(Oh, my God, that stinks. I wish you would when I'm not on duty)
A few days ago, I was instructed from above to be more vigilant, and I had to report anything trivial.
Most of it doesn't matter, but I still have to write a report.
(Another light-emitting spiritual beast must have temporarily created the herd anyway)
Close the reading book with the sigh, and stop by the window and look to the lake. But what I saw was not a collection of vague lights of the Spirit Beast, but a sphere of white light shining near the center of the lake.
She was also a C-class pilot, and had a glimpse of who she was.
(Arrow of Light (Magic Missile)?)
Because the questionable form was the intensity and magnitude of the light that I had never seen. Besides, it still seems to be in the preparation stage, while the eyelids increase while watching.
The carelessness evaporates in an instant and jumps out into the hallway.
"Enemy attack! They're targeting us with attack magic! Contact the High Elves."
Running down the stairs, screaming as much as you can. Go straight to class C of the water tower deployment.
My colleagues checked the situation outside the window and ran to the Transition Magic Team in the back to inform them of the emergency.
"Okay. Return to the water tower and continue surveillance."
Meanwhile, this is the office of the High Elf Hall. The Acting Speaker who receives the notice lowers the order to return it accordingly.
There is no surprise or agitation in either the expression or the voice. On the contrary, he even had a grin of relief.
"You finally showed up."
The person I spoke to was a skinny old man, like a dead tree with legs on the couch.
The leader of the Knights of the Elves is here in spite of the late night, because he had anticipated this attack. No, I might as well say I've been waiting.
"To target the world tree directly now must have been cornered and out of hand. You were right to shoot a spiritual cannon."
Continue the words, naughty shoulder high elves.
The survival of a royal family who is trying to keep the next generation of world trees at hand and replace them with the Elves. You don't have to bother destroying the current world tree to make a wish.
Then why hasn't he come with his hands before?
"The magic walls of the world tree will not fall out. I guess you knew that. That's why they were after the expiration of time due to the lifespan of the world tree."
The Knight Commander stands off the couch, weighing himself on a single, decorated stick as he speaks. My body heals a lot, and I no longer need two crutches.
"But the attack on the north city made it impossible to say anything long."
Distort the edge of your mouth and smile. It must have been severely damaged by things that don't know the details, such as griffons and people who move with their hands and feet.
"Rather than sit and wait, I'll take a bet"
At least, to the extent that makes you make that decision.
"The men who were waiting would already be out. I'm on my way."
The old man made it look like a dead tree, going to the door that leads to the hallway. The high elf on his shoulder conveyed one concern.
"Please pay attention." I'm going to bet, "because there are fewer chances of winning."
Wave and answer, knight captain who closes the door behind his back.
The relationship between the two is cold, but I won't put it on the table right now.
"Before a common enemy against the Elves, I shake hands, even if I wash my hands later"
That much can be done.
Once again, the stage returns to the center of the Spirit Lake.
The old lady, Old Lady, who stuck to the armor just a little out of the water, was aiming at the trunk of the world tree in an ambush shooting position.
"Fire."
Drop the trigger in the cotries and brain.
A huge arrow of white light emitted diagonally by a knight nearly eighteen metres. The recoil is tremendous, sinking the turtle's ass two hundred meters long and retracting his whole body.
Even through the knight the water is heavy, as a large wave washed the body of the old lady "Old Lady" violently from behind. Fortunately, however, the arrows of light (magic missiles) fly straight away.
(What do you say?
As Tortoise and I stared at each other, the arrow of light (magic missile) hit an invisible wall just in front of the world tree and was dispersed.
It is a storm that strikes the old lady Old Lady, a fierce blowback. It violently waves the lake surface, which was quiet, and also rocks the giant body of the turtle beneath the water.
(Is that the magical defense?)
The wall that Zalatan said couldn't be broken so easily. But I have a response.
For a moment, a spider's nest-like crack glowed. If you overlap in the same spot, you'll be able to crush it.
"At least five shots of your greatest attack magic."
From Zaratan's words, the C-ranked arrows of light (magic missiles) seem a little less powerful, even if they don't have to be the same.
(Until the Elf Knight arrives, a little more)
In the same position, I use C-rank magic again. The wand Rifle, infused with great magic, emits heat, evaporates the lake water that descended from the earlier shooting and gives rise to hot air.
(Need cooling? Stand up slower than just now)
Light and vibration intensification is dull compared to the first blow. I feel like praying, waiting for the light arrow (magic missile) to activate.
(... are you here?)
But unfortunately, earlier than shooting a second shot, the Elf knights showed up.
The same decoration I've seen in the big hole before, chrome-plated in green and white coloring. There is no swelling and they all have a similar look.
(Class B)
I don't know if the elves have an A grade, but by human standards, they do.
Class B's over ten horsemen travel in hovers as if skating on the lake as expected. Set up a wand "Rifle" as you approach.
"Focus on attacking the world tree. I'll take care of it."
"Accepted."
This is how we entered the next phase of our battle.
The Book of the Night is not only in the Spirit Forest, but also down to the far away King's Capital.
But that's a pleasure zone. Dazzlingly bright and crowded, even at times close to midnight.
In one of Wang Du's three houses, the ultra-luxury whorehouse Jayanne, the exploded bottom sister was playing her last play of the day.
"Please take it easy"
Matt placed next to the tub in the playroom. Speak to the old man who slept on his back there and apply null fluid to his own rich, well-shaped chest.
It is warm beforehand, so it is not cold. The exploding bottom sister overlapped her body and began to push null all over the body of the old customer.
(... sounds like you want to tickle)
Explosion Bottom Sister who will detect from muscle movements and consider countermeasures.
Her job is to make customers feel better. If you twist yourself and laugh out, your sweet senses will disappear.
Try adding or subtracting forces and touching them in turn.
(How about this?...... looks ok. Then what about this one? You can't do this.)
Run and confirm the reaction. Consider the next hand based on it and try again.
Passionate yet intelligent eyes. Behind it, the calculations continue unabated.
(Probably prefer this)
From the derived answers, the exploded bottom sister performs the best moves. It's about holding a big, tight chest up with both hands and pinching the old man's son.
Start moving up and down, taking care not to run away with null.
(Correct answer)
To a different pleasure from the sexual one, an exploded bottom sister that narrows her eyes. The customer's son began to tremble, wanting to go inside.
(I think it's time)
When you embark on it and hug it from the front to the old customer, it stays half a spin. As a result, the posture changes to the shape of a covered scab, with the man sleeping on his back on the mat.
(Eh)
Immediately breaking into your lower body, your son in a plush. While swallowing her breath gently, the exploding bottom sister took action from the analysis results.
(How about this?
That's never thin. It's a munchkin's thigh, something about holding your opponent tight. After crossing your legs with your back, turn your arms too and hold them tight.
An old customer who is restrained and unable to move his body satisfactorily, but leaks a voice full of joy that is the opposite of dissatisfaction.
"It's really nice to feel you all over your body."
With a lukewarm look, he leaves himself entirely at his disposal.
(After all, you like to be pinched. I also want to be strong)
The more you tighten it up like a serpent, the more trance your expression goes. She has to work hard here because she doesn't seem to feel compelled to move.
Use a forged full body spring and let your body bounce from the bottom. At the same time, the muscles in the body are fully operational.
Lift and squeeze from all around you as if you were trying to digest some of the old customers you're swallowing.
"Awesome. What is this?"
I guess it's a play I've never received before. A beginner who, with words of surprise, accepts a sweet sensation all over his body.
Leaving for a little while, he melted off with his explosive bottom sister holding him tight.
(Ugh)
It is possible for her to reach a superior audience lightly in response to the influx of guests.
It's not a big bang like when you blame the steeple thoroughly, but this reaction allows the customer to gain a sense of accomplishment.
"I heard rumors, but that's more than that. I'm impressed."
The two of them take a shower, get fit, lean shoulder to shoulder and head down the stairs to the lobby. Along the way, the old customer praises the exploding bottom sister with a breath of deep satisfaction.
"I'll ask you again. It's expensive, so I can't do it right away."
It seems wealthy there, but I guess I can't spend all my income for myself.
An explosive bottomed sister answering with a deep, gentle smile and dropping you off in the lobby. Then immediately return to the Employee's Desk and open the notebook.
"Not enthusiastic."
A woman with a large twin tail in her chest leaked her sigh as she watched how it was. The number one dynamite body that answers without even stopping the pen from running.
"This is my property."
What I'm writing is a medical record for each customer. It fills in the results analyzed by the play and files them for each customer.
"That'll make it easier next time."
On the twin tail that speaks so, the exploding bottom sister shakes her hair gently left and right to deny it.
"It's just the starting point for our next play. From here on out, repeat Tries and Errors again."
Twin tail that wrinkles around the root of the eyebrow. I know what you're saying, and I think it will work.
But if I can imitate myself, I don't.
"You keep going all the time?
"Of course not. If you don't let the data continue, it'll make less sense."
Explosion Bottom Sister doesn't seem to feel burdened at all. Twin tails that shrug shoulders and twinkle 'I can't win'.
They noticed something there, so they try to peek in and ask.
"Do you also have Doctor Slime's?
Place the clam and pen and exhale gently Exploded Dressed Bottom Sister. Turn around and stare back at each body.
Twin tails to the sharpness of his eyes unwittingly lagged back as he sat in the chair.
"I do. Well, I'll conclude first."
It's called Know My Body More Than Me. What followed was an explanation in the form of an experience.
"Break in and let go without rest. Doctor slime poking. All of that hit the 'good part' and just never made a mistake."
Gently hold your lower abdomen with your hands and sigh.
Even if he manages to get himself out of the steeple, he's going to chase him everywhere and keep hitting the center of the target.
"Suddenly, when I endure it with all my strength, a thrust stabs me in the unexpected. If you think it's a mistake and you think about it lightly, it's a big mistake. I've had my breath stopped again and again."
The feeling of coming a beat late is something sweet and paralyzing from the spine to the brain. I didn't even know this was a 'better place'.
"It's unexpected and it doesn't bother me, so the fire turns all at once and it explodes."
Shoulder shrugged, explosive bottom sister with both palms facing up. Twintail replaced his current story with his own, convinced of something.
(I'm gonna die. Definitely)
And I strongly regret that I asked you to be interested. Imagination alone pushed him closer to the limit, making him uncomfortable as to whether the next customer was to serve.
"Want to hear more?
It was a twin tail that shook her head desperately and shy away from her exploding bottomed sister, who continued with half eyes.