I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

The avant-garde has been replaced, and observing Ramisu's battle carefully and thinking about it is a feeling that you've really gotten stronger.

Ever since I met you, I've been in battle and gained a lot of combat experience. I also met the chairman of the bear and his aunt, who would teach me more skill at all costs.

Physical abilities alone are comparable to first-rate hunters, and it may have been a certainty that this would happen.

I can understand at a glance how unusual that power is, especially when the other demon is a miscellaneous fish.

The fists rolled out made the green devil's head bounce as easily as the overripe fruit, and the demon eating the shaken kick was exposed to a wretched body that had been compressed by crashing into the ceiling.

That's totally overkill. I think it would be better to reduce the power a little bit, but I don't think I'm good at subtle force application yet.

Normally, it is something that escapes or frightens and causes the body to atrophy before overwhelming power, but the Green Devils are repeated reckless assaults without losing their will to fight.

After all, he must be manipulated by the king of the underworld. If we don't defeat the Commander, we really don't have any Kiri.

Ramis turns his attention to the other members as this is the battle he can safely watch.

As always, Captain Kelli Oil is a skilled move with little waste. It produces the best results with minimal movement.

A blow that sticks out in the opponent's steep spot without hesitation. They predict the movement of their opponents, and it looks as if they are jumping into the cutting edge themselves.

Enemy attacks have also shifted slightly, making it easy. You say you're in the middle of a fight, but you can afford an occasional stretch. The captain has nothing to worry about.

The two Big Eaters are a discreet force in this member, but that just makes the comparison too awesome and shows too much activity.

Leveraging his low back, he runs around the battlefield on four-legged foot, slitting his opponent's foot with sharp nails as he passes by, blunting his movements. And from time to time, let out a growl to confuse the group and sharpen the opponent's attention.

Bite on the other person's neck muscle full of gaps, instantly pull a thousand pieces, look for new prey, and walk again. It's like watching a wild carnivore hunt.

"They're wearing shoes too..."

Turning his gaze as his voice accidentally echoed from behind him, Hebui, who had walked over to the immediate vicinity, stares intriguingly at Mikene's feet and pours a hot glance. I only have a bad feeling.

"Mr. Hebuy. It's not safe to come to a place like this!

I was distracted by perverted remarks, but it's too much of a problem for a healer to be in the middle of an enemy formation.

"Never mind."

I'm curious! Why, you're making me feel like I'm taking a little walk, this guy. I would have said myself that Hebrew's role was the healing of the injured in the rear.

"Captain, it's time to take turns."

The enemy is barefoot beside Hebui, who is shouting. Why is the demon ignoring Hebrew standing defenseless?

"Oh, time for a change. Okay, Hebby, I asked for it later. Back off and take a break once."

When Captain Keri Oil says so, he returns to his fellow guards. I was wondering if you would even use some powerful magic, and Rummis is also following as he tilts his neck.

The avant-garde said they were retreating, but no enemies attacked them, and for some reason they were just looking around.

It doesn't move on from there, as if it were a wall between us and the demons.

And standing between the demons and us was Hebuoy.

"Oh, that, why aren't you moving demons?"

"Uh, maybe, but the demons have invisible walls in their eyes."

Shui explained it to me, but Rummis didn't seem to understand it and has a frown root.

"Shui, then there's a lack of explanation. Hebrew has an excellent ability to manipulate light and show illusions, as well as mental interference systems that directly affect the brain."

Like when you were hiding what the residents looked like in the barn?

"There must be a giant wall standing in front of the Green Devil."

Rummis seems convinced, too, to listen to Lieutenant Filmina. Rest assured, he mouths the drinks and snacks he provided when he sat down on the spot.

"If you're a weak opponent of resistance, the power of the mental interference system is weak."

"We can stand the gibberish, but it's hard to move full to prevent it. It's widespread and indiscriminate."

The red-white twins are blurring as they stare at Hebrew.

I can't squeeze the target. So are you standing alone in front of the enemy?

"I'm not interested in someone who doesn't wear shoes, so don't hesitate to let them do it"

I'm holding an iron stick in my hands one at a time to see where I took it from. Its tip is ridden with a ferocious thorny iron sphere about the size of a softball.

It was definitely Morningstar, or the name of that vicious blunt weapon. Morningstar duplicity is maniacal.

Without laying a weapon in a state of confusion, when he walked over to the behaving suspicious Green Devil, he unmasterfully shook up the Morningstar, dropping a merciless blow to his brain.

The force also seems to be considerable, with the fallen head buried in half the body. As it were, I bury the irresistible demon from next to next.

"He's not as good as Ramis, but he's got his powers covered. He specializes in the battle of burying a hallucinating, immobile opponent with a single blow. Fighting the demons underneath, there may be no one more to rely on than Hebrew."

That wasn't what you could call a fight. Unilateral killing.

The task of just crushing the barbed opponent. The magic range seems to be at least wider than the width of the aisle, with no demons coming this way through the aisle.

We have seen many battles since we came to different worlds, but it was too heterogeneous a method of warfare.

"He couldn't work with people because he hasn't fought like that. Besides, there are a lot of people who fear magic that interferes with their spirits. Until he joined the Fool's Odd Regiment, he said he worked alone."

Captain Keri Oil speaks in a mild tone, but I'm surprised at the depth of the nostalgia of the Fool's Odd Regiment, which accepts such opponents lightly.

Is it the magic of the mental interference system? That, too, is likely to stir up the fear that if we become powerful by now, we will not know what we will be allowed to do while we are strangers.

Martial arts and ordinary magic are visible and powerful. It may be helpless to be frightened by unseen power. Is Hebui so objectified because he has struggled?

He's tired when he knocks down dozens of bodies like he punches a pile on the ground, and when he suddenly sits up, he's sitting around.

Then, instead of stopping the movement, the demons attacked their people this time.

"In the eyes of the demons, our people are visible to humans. Let's have a discussion for a while."

The Green Devil, who has come within the magic range of Hebui, changes the color of his eyes and waves his weapon down from the rear to his fellow marching in rows, without hesitation.

"Well, let's just relax for a while."

I guess you have full confidence, the Fool's Bizarre Group is each beginning to take a break in an easy position.

It's not flashy, but it's a terrible force. He felt a bottomless power behind Hebuoy, staring blurry at the demons who were beginning to argue with each other.

A few hours after that, the stock of demons also seems to have decreased considerably, dramatically reducing the number of demons coming. Is supply no longer keeping pace with demand?

The march speed also increased as we kicked the demon gently, and a branch road appeared in front of us that was going well.

"Now, the road is divided into two parts. Which way are we going?"

His face turned to Deputy Director Filmina as Commander Keri Oil alternated his fingers down the road.

"Depending on the map, the right has a small lake in a larger space a little further ahead. You don't seem to have a way ahead of you. The left is quite a bit further, but there seems to be a parting way in three directions"

"I'd like to look into the lake first, but the commander shows up from this way toward all of us, and when he passes, it's nothing to laugh at. So, do you want to divide it into two parts? Exploring the lake and crusading the demons that have come here."

That's reasonable, so there's no objection from anyone.

It was a team split, but first the Big Eaters and the Red and White Twins were to be separated one by one. Because the hearing and smell of the Great Eaters is an essential ability, and the twins treasure each other instead of their cell phones because they can contact each other.

"And then you can split up Shui, who's in charge of the distance, and the deputy commander, and Hebrew and Ramis can do whatever you want."

"I will join you at the lake"

You answered instantly. Hebui smiled smiling, but I felt I saw a suspicious light behind those thin eyes.

By heading to the lake, I don't know what's in it for him, but he's going to be thinking something out of the ordinary.

"Hackon, what shall we do?"

Um, I'd like to take a look at the labyrinth lake one way or the other, but I'm curious that Hebui is with me.

I don't feel like I'm thinking about being awesome. But I'm not a villain and... I'm a pervert. There will be no real harm to Ramis.

"Ahhh."

That's what he said, knocking down the pre-removed pet bottle in the direction of the road leading to the lake.

"You want to go to the lake. Yeah, okay. Captain, we're going to the lake."

Thus, we set out to explore the lake.

I know it's my fault, but the moment Ramis picked it out, Hebrew's mouth looked like he laughed for a moment...