"... what the hell is this?"
The Brave Party, resurrected by the effect of the Wizard's Wand, looks back at something after hearing such a hard word.
If you look, there are about four strange faces in the face you see.
"Is that a dragon man...?
And to the boy who shrugged.
"No, Dragon King, it would be"
Nah, the low sound of the Devil Duke continues to disappear.
After a beat, the man took it and narrowed his longitudinal eyes.
"I don't know. The rest is now Dragon King Azraq. He's the ruler of the Dragon Mountain, crowned with blue."
and. Returning it with a majestic voice, I looked over at the same.
"... you are the Dragon King... absent..."
To the pompous boy brave, Azraq, the man who told him gave me a tentative gaze, heard a unique sound of motion, and saw the “enemy” far rear.
"Wow. That's part of" Ella. ”Kukku. I looked up to a human. The" oblique tower ”is like a large, angry tower."
And even if the forerunners who see the geometric thorns released shortly and know how many shots are coming, put each in sight to take the action of dodging.
With a flock of blue hair, the man casts a spell short.
He directed his magic toward a wave of multilateral attacks.
"King of the Blues Shield (Scootum de Lexajour)"
Accompanying it, the boy unfolds a giant wallproof magic slightly in front of him to defend the eastern brave party, which took a dodging move, and the party members of the boy brave, who confront him with a cool face, a slightly too different dimension, a troubled slice of reactions… According to this, the adventurer Berlina and the summoner Brave/Mitsu Mamiya, Archbishop Erreim, who still had an indiscriminate surprise until he was not on the table, Ishrka, some cool-faced merchant.
But the attacked man, the Dragon King and the Boy Brave, focused their efforts around the slightest frown on the shock.
"Damn, it's heavy...!
"... No way, not so much"
And squeal each.
"Oh, um... Elia, what?
Hey, misplaced loose between, listen to Mizuki's question. He's brought his consciousness back to this one.
Well, that question was directed precisely at me next door. It sounds like it's just after it sounds like high-spec alien molecules from different worlds. The Dragon King pulled a glance toward this one.
"Elia means“ anger. "That's what the anger of the oblique tower is all about."
and.
Out of the way, he kindly explained to this one.
"But... you're strong. What is the level of Eela..."
"… 120,"
I heard a voice.
Deep, well-traveled heavy voices, with just one word of it, deprive everyone of consciousness.
"... hiccup... hiccup, hiccup?
The air changes between the few who hear the young priests and confront them again, that is.
"I want you to help me. That's probably the only way for everyone to survive."
Without looking back, the brave man identified the enemy in front of him, and let out an air close to prayer so that there would be no denial (hissing).
To an unusually strong enemy, Mr. Rice doesn't look back either. Mr. Reps decides, the boy and girl are slightly concerned, and look out for the rear in chills.
Feel-kun's party looks out for the leader's boy. It depends on his will to participate in the battle.
Of course I help, and Ish would lend a hand if I didn't. Mizuki, who can't just follow one person, asked her that as an oro, and her accompanying person, Mr. Ellaim.
Sin---the first time I went out to a place was unexpectedly by Mr. Rex.
"Let me give you a hand. I'm avant-garde."
and hold a large knife in both hands.
After a serious glance, show me how it shattered a little.
"Actually, I'm almost out of magic to climb this far... and it would be helpful if someone could separate the magic potion."
To the plea, I have to work! I thought, "Yes! I have it! Go ahead!!" he offered. Then I also submitted three types of restorative medicine and put them on the smile "Helpful" and Mr. Rex took it.
"Um! I'll help too!!... Um, level, maybe not enough. For once, avant-garde...?
and. Feel-kun releases in a prestigious manner, and then pulls back as a snack.
Slightly, to the declaration of a boy brave man whose motivation became suspicious.
"If Feel does it, I'll do it too! You can either attack or recover."
"I am the guard, am I not? Looks like you'd better be a healer to see the balance."
"Well, that's a rare and special triumph. I'll cover you with attack magic."
Well, the tripartite statement of participation boils down.
In the meantime, the dragon king seems to have been discussing it.
"... man, show me your name"
and pierced the brave man's hindsight with a sharp gaze.
Let the brave man twist his body here only slightly.
"--- East Brave, Chris Ray Gracis, is"
and let go quietly.
He grabbed the king of the family and heard an introduction that was strongly released without any abrasion, and the dragon king breathed a sigh of "... hum". He snorts funny and makes a fierce grin on his face that sounds like even a nitwit.
And.
"Good,“ light ”brave. Let's just help once (once) ---!"
Declaring it so high, let out the dragon wings and arm it.
By its side, Krusta transformed herself into an adult woman, and Ms. El Fione waited to see her float by magic.
To the level 120 "Tower Wrath” of the next attack, nature and the gaze of the scene are directed at us at a low level that has been subtly left behind.
"Ha... Um, I'll cover you with items... Huh!! I will do my best to reach the itch!
"Wow, wow, I'll do something with that, Spirit Magic...!!!
"Honestly, though I feel like I'm underpowered. I'll take care of the state anomalies and recovery magic."
and.
It's Ishrka who has the tri, with a work-mode smile.
"I'm a merchant. I also provide item support. And I have artifacts that I gathered in my hobby, so I'm going to do a backup projectile."
I vomited such comforting words.
"Belle, you seem to have forgotten, but I think you should call the people on the contract."
Nodding and looking forward to them, Ish told me softly.
Oh, yeah! and “summon” are the Warcraft and the Necromancer.
"Pampered. Long time no see! Your husband..."
and with Mr. Ignis, who appeared as tense as ever.
"... that's a strange combination, your husband"
And watch out for the dragon king, Mr. Rex and the brave man, and the former master, Mr. El Fione.
"Passiva, fight in front once in a while"
To Elle's words, you dark-haired warcraft who showed her every “humanization”.
"... Is that anger (Eela)"
And Percy said, "It's a level 120“ Eela. "Mr. Rex can hang it easily.
A magic formation unfolds in his hands when he hears it, and Percy grabs a two-waved long sword from it.
Fulfilled, 6 avant-gardes, 11 rear-guards. Of the 11 rear guards, 6 ranged attacks, including magic, 3 in charge of the recovery role and 2 item support, each saw and positioned their balance scattered as avant-gardes. Mr. Ishrka, a merchant who stands at the rear of each other, a little further away.
"After loading True/Anti-Aircraft Artillery/Meteor Summons, Armed Artillery/Cornix Summons, Both Aircraft, Heartfelt“ Aura, "Avoid Brothers and Destroy Enemy (Eela)"
and. Let the mysterious relics devour their magic, summon to the spot the giant shelling of deep red and the flying robot-like of pitch-black, overwhelming the others for just a moment, sparing no effort to "gut” the magic potion.
Everyone felt “serious” about his actions, and Mr. Reps was resolute.
Lord Chris, I want you to use the "Fragment of Time"!
I made such a demand.
Two, Mr. Chris, looking back at this one, nods one far-sightedly to manifest the Spirit. The spirits, who looked like those blue birds, flew to this side with it in their mouths and rolled the “shards” into Mr. Leps' hands.
"No... it's quite sour, isn't it?"
To see from the way it bites off the dust, what if it's the crunchy plum of the previous world...? And. I'm in the middle of a big fight and I'm gonna get a little messed up. I'm here. To see, "Is that crunchy plum?" and Mizuki, strapped to her face, stayed forward.
Well, the guards peeled away at the changes that happened right away.
"Jeez, Grandpa... no way, you..."
And only Solol, who was visible and wolfish, was exceptional.
A thin blonde hair color that is unlimited to silver, with a fairly neat face, and the ears of a raven growing from his head, a pure white color that makes him want to reach out unexpectedly. The appearance was repainted with "youthfulness” as it was, and his hands grabbed the rod with dignity on his feet treading on the ground.
"It's been a long time since I've had this feeling"
and. To look rejuvenated to the point of his voice.
"Grandpa's, meh... My eyes (meh) are... RED...!!!
For some reason, Sorol-kun shook violently with a sincerely trembling voice.
"Wave one! Shoot!!"
In the attacking instructions of Mr. Ishruka, who sounded, dropped off a high-output energy wave from the deep red shelling platform and the fuselage that was flying.
"Don't add or subtract. Avoid each other."
and stains, the avant-garde says, "What?" The magic wave from the rear I felt.
Fulfill.
"Nova Explosion!!
Nah, extensive magic activation sounds. Halfway through the shellfish torso that was fluttering from the earlier attack, the ring-like light was carved and the activated giant magic destroyed several bones with a heavy impact explosion.
"That's right, you're a world-class wand. But the weight to the next great magic is long."
Mr. Rejuvenated Reps, with bumps. Second, I remember something, and I call out to you.
"Speaking of which, I've been concerned for a while now... Lord Feel, the cut in from that position is shallow. If you leave a little while ago, Lord Brave will avoid you."
"What, ha... hey?!?
"See, that position is the best"
"Ugh!? Mahhhh!!! Oh, is that so? Aww!?!?
and with light thunderbolt magic. One boy pushed forward with Don from his side. Apparently, that got us into the range of bone shellfish, and the guards dropped off a diagram of Pawn and being flown far away in a geometric beam ejected from one of the bones.
"Lord Feel, you must not allow any further retreat."
and. Wow... (||||_|||) It's a ghost... there's a ghost... eh? Mr. Reps? Huh? Someone else?? Using attack magic like your hands and feet to carry your allies, someone with a different back aura can gently lift you up.
Uh. That guy, big healing magic, you should put it on...? and. I saw Feel-kun get magically bishibashi done, to a clergy boy who shook his shoulder in agitation.
"Lord Solol, Lord Phil has a daughter attached to him. Concentrate on other avant-garde members."
There's a sharp blade flying in.
"Ha, yes! Copy that!!
When it comes to his movements I answered. Usually it's a compliment to Tame... What, what's the matter, Solol boy, are you afraid of young Reps...? And, with some pity on board, I applaud with my heart.
An unexpected eccentricity of temper flies from far away, Mr. Rex waving a knife of both hands into it, Percy taking the counter and taking off the spot and cutting in with a long sword at the counter from this side. Even though I wonder how the two perfect breathers are somewhere, to the roar (braces) of the accidentally dragonized dragon king blowing out of his mouth, oh really, this world is amazing... and. As I missed the surprise of experiencing the air swinging up close, I looked down at the back of the brave man standing up to his enemies on the front.
Occasionally, a physical attack on the flying rear guard. It was sometime Krusta's role to prevent that with the barrier. In addition, at regular intervals, she hangs a continuous trace recovery magic on the avant-garde. Mr. Nell, the mermaid princess, mainly recovers from Feel-kun. Well, perhaps the boy with the lowest level in the avant-garde as it stands is just the right place in a dedicated recovery role. There seems to be a bit of a mix of personal grievances, but when you can afford his recovery, you hurt my darling! and rising resentment, pointing giant tornadoes and major floods “tower wrath” with a little confusion of principle.
In the meantime, you can count on a series of stable, widespread magic! It's El Fione. How about the weights until the next activation... or something, Mr. Reps, who was zero. I know he's really amazing, but when this was “race difference," he was reminded of the picture.
Whether there was room for comfort in individual skill and level, with the divine spear in his hand, he also occasionally rolled out the "grand moves”. Either way, the effect of small flowers scattering in its trajectory is less than half the wind flu against the weight of a blow. Only seven spiritual bows, even if not to the artifact, sealed the enemy's lead as the avant-garde moved.
Even if you don't want to go to your luggage, you'll never be involved in a war station. But without turning, she's probably a very small number, but she works hard, spiritual magic to put a shot in Eela. In essence, the Archbishop of Aesthetic Shapes, who is terribly concentrated because he is responsible for five avant-gardes and maybe two recoveries, doesn't seem to be able to afford to protect Mizuki or anything like that. It's the helpless me who asks Mr. Ignis and others to be thorough in her protection, just to identify the battlefield and wait for the magic potion.
People who seem to be at this high level are doing more and more magic and moves. Exactly, level 120 floor boss or far from showing signs of falling out of health.
I was wondering if we should get an artifact bomb out? And?
The remaining spiritual stone, should I try to throw it at you? And?
But with the other guy on that level, it's probably a slight decrease ---, I just knew that, I couldn't help it.
"Lord Bell, I'm asking for the magic potion!
They screamed in and gave me the bottle.
"Come on, somebody! Delay status abnormal, let me recover!!
and. Running him a state disorder recovery pill to get him to take it.
It's not like your enemies aren't losing strength, but is it time to lose focus or your magic potion? a battle station.
"Gentlemen!! Coming!!!
And Mr. Ishruka, who shouted abruptly.
"Drive Barrier/Remedient Summoning!! Dragon King! Brave man! An earlier shield of protection!!
How much magic does it consume on the artifact? After drinking the magic potion in his possession again and desperately giving instructions in the rear.
"King of the Blues Shield (Scootum de Lexajour)!
"Shield of the God of War (Areslade Seals)!!
The rays of wrath destruction of the tower, directed against a triple wall that unfolded almost simultaneously.
Dragon King's shield, which either felt its output or placed on the front line, almost killed the momentum of the first blow and was destroyed.
The shield on the second line, arranged by Feel-kun, stops the light that transmitted through the shield of the Dragon King, but unfortunately it splashes.
And then there's the rest of the shock wave, but the damage seems remarkable. A huge barrier on Mr. Ishruka's third line, which prevented him critically.
Though the dragon king of the wind was surprised by the slight peeling of his eyes that his shield had been destroyed.
"You've got half your strength left!
And, hearing the painful scream of Feel-kun, whose breath rose, he and F again make a serious face toward the "wrath of the tower (Elia)".
Everyone seemed to put in such a strong attack with so many members and still have half the strength.
"--- Belle, your daughter, I'll borrow it."
and.
Suddenly, it sounded like Ish's thoughts echoed in his head.
If you look there with a hack, in Mizuki's ear, she whispers something.
She snorted desperately at Ish's “suggestion," yeah. He grabbed the handed item with a slightly nervous face and squeezed it in both hands in the chest position.
"Using her as a mediator, I summon the Spirit King! Protect her as a priority if possible!!
I feel an unusual spirituality (aura) in a voice that echoes from the rear.
When the six avant-gardes turned to Chira and each of them, they laid a defensive formation with modest hands on the attack.
In the meantime, Ish sat down on the ground with his third magic potion, standing on his left leg. On the loosely gripped right hand lifted to knee height, a large wand unfolds with the light that can be smoothed, I guess, through magic on something.
Once, a ton, and a magic formation that rang the ground and was drawn around Mizuki.
From Mizuki's body, which feels horrible and so on, suddenly kakuri and strength fall out, into a complex stream of letters gushing out of her chest.
--Oh. The will has disappeared... Mizuki no longer has “pieces”, but spreads and dissolves in the world... becoming "mediator”...
and. The appearance of even feeling divine makes you look beautiful and sad, awe-inspiring, even if you are there without your will.
The Spirit King was with the world that day, apparently.
Now there is no "spiritual clan". The fairy tale of living in the same world as one species, like humans and beasts… in this age, too far away, and few people know.
Because I feel it beside me, but I am invisible. Their appearance in only a handful of people is like the ghost of what was said in the previous world. You can stay, you can stay, you can be in this world, but you are equally dissolved in the world, like air, demons and holy air, but you have no place to be. That it used to be visible to everyone's eyes and in contact with anyone is sensibly close to a myth.
I can't try to be true or not, but some maniacal ancient books have the theory that it was God who wiped out the Spirit kingdom.
I couldn't read what happened, because the important place was torn, but the incident or accident, something happened, and God moved the Spirit kingdom itself, ruled by the King of the Spirit, to a place different from the earth where the rest of the people live. Different channels in one world, on the spiritual side, can be seen here, but not from here. With the price of being “out of touch” with each other, we, the peoples of the world, live with them, our invisible neighbors.
It is not left in historical fact. It was inscribed in an old book, a record of communication between the brave and the Spirit King, which I think would be someone's delusion. While the king said, "We have exchanged promises in the past that we will not touch each other," he said, "I have helped you several times." If the brave man pleaded "for help," he showed a gentle rejection "if there is God's forgiveness," and, after an excessive turning, listened to his wishes and helped him.
The price is "brave men's lives”. It was just a pale, legless story to read, but the paranoia of a maiden in love. So, I saw "love” there. A story that had been concluded that he was a brave man who summoned the Spirit King for his life and saved the world. When the manifested Spirit King disappeared, the figure of the brave man had also disappeared, didn't the book describing him as “dead” actually overlook the important "record of love”? and. Maybe you fell in love with that brave man, the Spirit King, and went to the world over there...? I have a faint memory of feeling the voltage line that makes me think that, somehow, I've loaded it twice.
Ish said "borrow," too, and, well, I was wondering if it was okay.
It would be a lie not to worry about my daughter in her previous life who has become a being who is not a “person," but if you keep an eye out for her with those memories.
"Not good!! There will be two waves just now!!! Somebody!! Someone else who can put up a shield!!!
In the cry of the boy brave, my consciousness turns to the fury of the tower forward.
I can't get my hair in without saying, "I'll do it!!" Look who sounded.
"Multiple deployments! --- SAINT SHIELDS ---!"
And. Dragon King, following Feel-kun, the wing species shielding at the waveproof position of Ish earlier.
There were thinner walls and more aftermath than what Ish summoned, but with Mr. Nell's restorative magic chanted in anticipation of it, he survived the second wave without being lacking as one.
She dropped the six wings on her back, but she couldn't have fallen, and stepped forward.
To Mr. Rice's grand moves, Shrew's behaving arrows, two brave men who sweat and stand up to him and Mr. Rex. For a moment, Percy rolls out a Special Attack after a hoarded move. The dragon king who dragonized again threw up his braces.
"Avant-garde, please retreat! The Spirit King will manifest!!
Say, if you look out for Ha and Ish.
"--- Spirit King, Summon"
after a strict declaration.
"It's hard to see the harmony. ——— Come on, it's funny '
That sounds like it.
Of the letters gushing from Mizuki, the heavenly side drips distorted.
One man with a colorful light color (like this), faceless.
"But this time play so... don't expect too much, human"
Ish nodded to the sweat dripping from his forehead, if you will.
Um, the Spirit King, who returned it, wrapped around the light crest and descended, and pierced the "wrath of the tower” in the figure of a noble bird.
"And then, miraculously good ---"
With the sound of love without waves.
Okay, then, groan, disappear.
As if he had received the gospel of his being.
A “great sword" that claims to exist, with a strong magic that everyone has noticed.
"... Lord Chris"
and brought his consciousness back with a plundered voice...
"Brave man, you can handle it"
I affirmed that I could, Mr. Rex, who pushed his back, and the brave man who snorted quietly.
Mr. El Fione also emits the magic to fight. Besides, what the hell do you know, Percy with the sword?
Everybody, take one last blow! And, identify him strongly.
Just one, the brave brunette headed to Eela.
At the earliest possible moment, the magic is too strong to make it powerful.
Everyone on the spot sees the last look of the wrath of the tower crushed by the sword... I gently turned it off behind them, one smiling bitterly.
I still “like" such an “outsider brave person...
People's thoughts are deep… and I'm sure, greedy.
Hold that sentiment in your chest.
Look at Mizuki as she falls, and Ish as she can hold her.
Breathe with your shoulders, behind Mr. Chris.
Over ---, in each thought with the face.
The sound of the end of a massive battle involving a wide range of floors crept away to the floor to be reconstituted.