From the rear, a little further away from Michelle, I'm accompanied by Ramis, who's in charge of me. And then Mikene is with me. I asked the rest of the big food troupes and Hulumi to keep an eye on the loaded hog cars.
You couldn't tell me what was waiting for you in the end, but if you look at the disappeared face of your expression, even a fool can tell that your half-breed opponent isn't waiting.
"Hackon, please, when you have to."
"Welcome"
I really wanted Ramis to refrain, but there's no way Michelle's going to take charge of me. If this happens, I'll do everything in my power to protect her, but what the hell kind of person is waiting for me?
"Ramisu, the number of men is five. Looks like you're after Michelle."
Micheane assures me as I tingle my nose and ears. When the distance approaches, is it something that only the sense of smell can tell you that much? The target is looking in the direction of the path, but it is difficult to accurately confirm the number of people.
"The three of us up front seem pretty armed. The other two could be magic, or four attributes, or something like that."
Michelle's expression and tone are masculine. Looks like you left it on.
"Maybe Michelle can read the signs?
"Yeah, to a certain extent."
Sounds convenient if you can read the signs. I don't think I'll be able to get a vending machine for the rest of my life. It would seem interesting if there were signs of protection or function.
Well, here's the problem. The effects of "protection" are also communicated to Miquene, so I don't think we will leave, but if we have to, we will do anything with the speed of our escape feet.
I just don't think Michelle's gonna be protected by me. You seem to have some serious secrets, but that might turn out to be the case this time.
Five men appeared before a line proceeding in definite footsteps.
One has a blade wound on his cheek, and he wraps up such an atmosphere as a warrior of war. That sounds like a leader. The three are heavily equipped with steel full body armor called shields and mace.
The other two have two canes with giant crystal-like stones on their tips, like an ideal wizard with a hood in his eyes.
You don't see a lot of avant-garde three gear in the fresh stream lake layers. Sometimes it is unsuitable for metal armor because it is a humid hierarchy, but few hunters use blunt instruments as their main weapon, but it is rare that all three avant-gardes are mace.
"You're Master Michelle. I'm here for your life."
"Again, well. Whose hand is it?"
You don't have to tell me that.
"Must be."
I know it's careless, but that's an atmospheric exchange. I've seen something like this in a time play. But I really want you to elaborate without self-completing.
"By the way, with the beast man there... is the girl one of you"
The sight of a warrior with a blade wound flashed, but he looked at me and stopped. I immediately decided I didn't understand, and it seemed I stopped thinking.
"I'm not one of them. We just got a request together. I don't mind going after me, but I'm not gonna let you and I get our hands on one."
Will you put it in my account? Ramisu's cheeks loose on Michelle's remarks. Are you happy that you included me?
"Right. If you can offer me that neck, I swear I won't let you."
It's a heartfelt, frigid statement. I've never seen a precedent where I said I wouldn't get my hands on it and didn't. If you put Michelle in your hands, it would be a staple in the classic that you don't like that information leaking and killing witnesses as well.
"You want me to believe that?
"Don't hesitate to judge. Now, what will Michelle do?"
"The answer is fixed. I will defeat you, and I will not let them hurt you!
That's an ideal hero statue. Because it looks good, it looks good. If this is a vending machine statement, you're done laughing at me with your nose.
And well, that's all I have to enjoy as a bystander. We need to stay focused so that we can activate the Junction at any time.
"That's splendid. Keep your lofty thoughts in your heart and scatter them in the wilderness."
Enemy side went into position. I know Michelle's destructive power is taken by this body, but just because she's out of offense, it's another story about whether she can win a people-to-people match.
Ramis could overwhelm Commander Keri Oil if he was destructive, but he was easily sealed when he matched. "It will be the first time that power is accompanied by moves," said the captain of the regiment.
They are troublesome too, but the two most problematic are wizard-like ones who refrain from going backwards. It is common sense in the game that warriors are vulnerable to magic, but does it apply in this other world as well?
Either way, I don't have to wait for you like this.
I make a form change to the High Pressure Washer. As soon as he saw this, he seemed pinned, and Ramis pulled out the nozzle with me on his back.
I have interned with the Flamehead Demon how to handle this, so I will be able to manipulate it without any problems. When I stand on my back, I attach my finger to the lever.
"Michelle, I'll take care of the back one!
Rummis goes in without waiting for the other person's reply. Micheane hastily follows you, too. I'm afraid of unintentional strikes, so should I put up a "junction" in advance?
"What is that blue one? You guys finish that one first."
The wizard wind is poking a wand at us both. I just figured... you can prevent magic or something, right? I think it's okay because it prevented flames and heat as well as physical attacks. Huh, you can go!?
There's no way you'd consider my insides like that, and from the tip of the cane, the flaming sphere and the stone debris became pounding rain and attacking me.
Rummis, who completely believes in me, plunges from his head into the pouring flames and heavy rain of stone. It crashes into the translucent wall of the "junction", but it doesn't allow any intrusion by playing all of it.
All right, looks like you can prevent it from being magical. Ramisu, you can go wild.
Your enemies are frightened by Ramis, who's carrying an iron box called me and sticking something magical in it without a thing. She is retreating with her hips pulled.
"Start discharging water!
When packed to a distance of less than three metres, water of high pressure erupts from the tip of the pulling nozzle.
"What, water-operated system protection!?
It's only a little painful to hit, but it's enough to block your sight and get in the way. Furthermore, I switched from water to car wash shampoo mode. Instead of water, bubbles erupt, covering the other person's body.
"Buha, ha, what, my vision! My eyes hurt!
That would hurt if the detergent got in my eye. My body is slipping and falling luxuriously with detergent where the foam coating is raging, but the wet robe sticks to my body, even if it is hard to move.
"Oh, something fun!
It just looks like you're unilaterally sealing your opponent with a water cannon, that 'd be fun. Mikene is staring at you with envy.
The opponent is also trying to fight back, but the "junction" prevents it all, unilateral ravages - or abuse, I guess. This.
"What are you doing? You guys!
Is it the leader's blade wound man yelling at you? Michelle is outmaneuvering the opponent's attack when he says the battle situation over there is three-on-one. Even the amateur has a beauty in the movement of the raiders, and the swordsmanship looks skillful.
Still, you seem to be in a hurry without pushing it off, but you know the rear guard is sealed, and your opponent's hurry is increasing and your movements are getting messed up.
Now I'm washing off the foam in rinsing mode, but it's mixed with the sand on the ground and rolling in a muddy outfit. He didn't even get hit directly, but he's breathing constantly.
As Micheane sticks her way into such an opponent, she cleverly wraps around the rope in her hand. Not only that, he also wraps cloth around his mouth and eyes.
"Because if you can't see it, neither magic nor protection can activate it in the place you want. While blocking contact with your peers because of some protections where words are a condition for activation."
Micheane seemed used to dealing with these opponents, handily disabling them both.
"Michelle! I knocked this one down!
Ramisu's shouting and conveying interrupts the opponent's focus and is clearly blunt in movement. As Michelle waved the sword three times without missing that gap, she simultaneously collapsed from her knees and fell to the ground.
"Thank you. If you hadn't given me a hand, it could have been dangerous. I appreciate it."
To Michelle, who bows her head deeply, Rummis gently returns, "Good, good, good." Michene walked over to the three chopped down with the rope in her hand, checking her pulse and pupils but shaking her neck to the side.
Did you kill him? The opponent was coming to kill us, a normal act of self-defense. Even though I understand it in my head, it is like proof that I have lived in Japan, where peace has been promised, that only a little bit of my heart goes out.
"You two have rendered me powerless. Is it possible to interrogate… helpful"
His eyes felt no heat, and he dwelt in a cold light.
You felt nothing for Ramis, who killed the demon, and you're too selfish to remember just a little fear for him. This is a different world, I can't live if I'm upset about this.
My perception was perhaps sweetened by the serenity and overcomfort of life in the fresh stream lake hierarchy. Maybe we should keep our heads together again here.