I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Servant of the Goddess" also watched the healing magic that Pauline and Miles hung on earlier watchmen. But it's the "don't die, the level" thing, it's just about haemostasis and repair of visceral function, and repair of the gut and blood vessels isn't like an amateur just looking outside. And so that they would not be unscrupulous, the external wounds were left as they dared.

So the face of "Servant of the Goddess" surprised me that Pauline and Miles were quite healing magic users, but I didn't think they were that great.

Please, stop, keep it to yourself, and the teary-eyed Terusia and, in another sense, the other four teary-eyed "Servants of the Goddess".

And one of them, Rachelina, the sorcerer, unleashed his attacking magic against the enemy's main unit, the "circle like a magic formation", with anger that had hurt his companions and a sprout against this inexorable emotion that had eaten his shoulder blush.

"Fire Rain!"

All penetration is equal to nothing, but it is the magic of expansive flaming rain. He was a large opponent, and for now, to release a traction (jab), it was not a bad choice. It takes less magic, and the burning liquid adhered to the garment, which is no longer a magical chant.

But.

Shin!

"Huh?"

Disappeared.

Instead of being bounced, the countless water droplets that burn disappeared to evaporate before reaching the enemy.

"... Fireball!

Next, Pauline unleashed a fire magic to try. It is a primary magic with a single shot and slightly stronger magic.

Bo-shin!

"" "Eh..." "

Stunning, non-mileage sorcerers.

Subsequently, with the bow Tacia had been retrieving, Philly attacked with a spear, but was also bounced together.

The magicians in the circle, who do not pass through both magic and physical attacks and continue what appears to be a ritual flat out, as if they don't even realize that they have been attacked.

"Huh, it's no use!

To everyone who was confused, a voice was hung from the swordsman's man sitting up with his arm and abrasive bones broken.

The avant-garde group is almost powerless unless the weapon can be grabbed and poked in, so it is only with knowledge that some have not lost consciousness that they left it unattended.

There's not much chance he'd throw his own weapon at me, but for once, he was paying attention. Miles stores weapons is dismissed in terms of intelligence secrecy.

"When the ritual progresses somewhat, the magic in the circle increases and neither magic nor normal attacks pass. And then, when the ritual is complete, 'Arre' is called, and our wishes are fulfilled in exchange for sacrifice. Ha-ha-ha!

And the mile I heard it, I squealed pompously.

"Inside the Magic Circle, pressure rises......"

His expression is still stiff, but apparently he's back on track.

The first thing the guys in the main unit didn't do to the fight would be assign all that avant-garde and sorcerer and never thought they'd lose to a few little girls, but if they could buy a little time, that doesn't matter, or something, it seemed. So I would have concentrated on the ritual without daring to offer any additional reinforcements.

It would have been the most desirable thing to avoid, putting in the power of battle sequentially, halfway between both the battle and the ritual.

"... burn, the rock melts, becomes steam, hotter than heat, more intense..."

Lena started chanting. Slowly, with a powerful voice, not the usual quick-mouthed chant.

"To say it's no use! No matter how much you remember in your arms, it's not the kind of junction you can break with your little girl's attack magic!

Spinned in disregard of the words of the enemy swordsman, never heard of Miles, Lena's spell.

"Rock vapor", where rocks melt and become vapors. You must not actually understand what that temperature is, not even Lena herself, who is chanting. It's just the uninterrupted heat...

And the activation word was uttered.

"Burning Breath (Much)!

A thin, high-temperature eruption of about a few millimeters in diameter that erupts forward.

A converging eruption of heat released by Lena penetrated the magical junction.

And fall, one magician in the circle.

Lena's eyes were also shining a shitty light. Like miles. And, you know, it's like when 'Bandit Killer, Red Lena' was born...

"Huh..."

Neither the swordsmen who were sniffing with their noses, nor the sorcerers in the circle, can hide the colour of agitation.

But the sorcerers, upset, continued the ritual as if nothing had happened. If we interrupt the ritual here, everything will be ruined, and then the junction will disappear, and we will have to confront the guards, the escorts, and the six magicians who are still intact while fighting each other. I had no other choice.

Following Lena, Mavis walked over to the immediate side of the junction.

And a sword poked out by the well.

Gusari

A sword plugged into the junction without any resistance.

And also, one sorcerer fell.

Come on, come on.

A mile walked over to the junction stopped at a place too junctional and stuck his right arm out.

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Then he grabbed the collar of the magician who was nearby and pulled it out of the junction.

"" "." "Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The sorcerers, who were sweating sloppily but barely through about Mavis' sword when they saw the sorcerer pulled out by the miles get bogged down by everyone in "Servant of the Goddess," shouted impatiently.

"Yes, hurry up! The fifth stage is omitted, moving immediately to the final chant! Ready to chant, five, four, three, two, one, now!

The magicians, who believed in the performance of rituals in absolutely safe circumstances, were confused by the miles breaking the junction like paper, but they still didn't look like they were giving up. And it seems to be in the battle for time.

Faryl has a real, full barrier. Even if the ancient dragon came out, it should be okay, and Miles wasn't so worried. Whatever, "the most powerful creature in this world is an ancient dragon, or so much so," from information from a nanomachine that your power is half that of an ancient dragon, no doubt. And if you're a pretty accommodating self to a nanomachine, there's no problem.

So I didn't mind either crushing the magicians' rituals, or crushing what was summoned by the rituals in front of them. It would have been good if it had broken my heart and given me a full reward.

For that reason, a mile that was not so hasty, but a voice sounded like a hurry in its ears.

"Dear Miles, please stop me! That's not good!

We are programmed to carry out everything but the prohibition, regardless of the concept of good and evil, etc. in the exercise of magic. So in this situation, which the creator did not envisage, the companions are forced to perform their magic as well, because it does not conflict with the prohibition.

But this is a bad situation. If we don't make them stop exercising their magic immediately, it's a big deal!

From the nanomachine, Miles hears for the first time, a desperate cry.

Apparently, the final chant, or their purpose, was to be a little less sprinkling.

Yes, to the point of panicking that nanomachine......