It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

"The purpose has been achieved. Let's leave immediately."

Hartis screams. At the same time, everyone packs up and starts preparing to leave.

"I'm sorry. I was caught off guard because it wasn't that deep. Certainly something is coming up."

As with the previous goblins, skills do not take effect unless they are conscious.

Just in case, during the morning rally, everyone had seen it by Dr. 'Recognition', but the two with 'Vigilance' were Hartis and Ariel.

Ariel was less than 1 and Hartis was top 2. Words telling me to win and tighten my helmet's throat come out hard in my brain.

My "vigilance," I still don't feel it at all. In preparation for the unexpected, the nucleus was carried by Watis, with Deed and Ariel protecting the back with Hartis in front.

Honestly, I can't run fast and sustained in this. Honestly, if you run 2 km on the run, your neck will rise. I don't even feel like enemies of the girl Watis.

Ready, I tried to start moving, and I could hear a howl from the windward side. Hartis makes a difficult face. Looks like the direction of the village.

"Sounds like a wolf, but a thick voice? Let's take a detour into the wind just in case."

If the number is small, each destruction can also be considered, but we do not know who it is. There was a fast-flowing river near the windward side, and the policy was to cross and intercept it.

Vigilant among the trees, he begins to run. Gradually the howl approaches and the number grows.

"Pretty fast feet. And it's not a wolf, it's a herd of more than 10."

Here, give up leaving. Because my legs are slow, because they're catching up to me unilaterally.

He went up on the tree, told him of an operation to respond with witchcraft, and changed his policy.

He decided that it would be more advantageous to be able to keep hitting him if he rested than there was a limit to the number over there.

"If it is a wolf ecology, there will also be limits to the number of flocks. I'll go with that policy."

Hurry up and have it pushed up on a nearby tree. Me and Hartis, Deed, Ariel and Watis, each standing on a tree of about 5m.

In no time, a wolf-like creature runs under a tree. Pretty big. Has over 1.5m body length.

"That's obviously not a wolf, is it? Do you know anything about it?

Ask Hartis.

"I'm sorry, but I've never seen it before, either. It's not even on the report."

When Dr. "Recognition" confirmed it, it seems that the wolf adapted and demonized it to a dark place of magic.

At that time, the skin strength has also increased, and it seems impossible to think of it as a werewolf opponent.

The number grows as I look at it. Some individuals are still howling.

Less than 10 for a bunch of wolves, but there are more than 15 already.

Several jump from under the tree like they were excited.

Some breeds of dogs were good at climbing trees. Good to split avant-garde......

Hartis nods to Deed's side.

The moment Watis sets up and says something, a flamebullet hits one wolf Modki's face. Fly backwards from body to body.

But when I wave a slightly burned face, I jump around the tree, as I was excited again.

Watis shakes his face. I don't have enough images to penetrate. Besides, the previous means of burning the lungs need to be restrained by the avant-garde and allowed to open their mouths.

I get anxious that it was an amateur decision.

No individual seems to be good at climbing trees and comes up.

Float the image of compressing a bulk of wind in a sphere of 10 cm in diameter up to about 5 mm.

"Attribute wind. Pressure definition. Shape is a cone with a radius of 5 mm and a height of 1 cm. Fixed to 10cm front right index finger. Forward, add cone rotation and eject. Speed 150 knots an hour."

It would be inevitable. Target one face watching how it goes at speed. I wasn't sure if I would stop moving for my hips, but I would definitely reduce the number first.

"Execute"

The moment I whine, the face of the wolf Modki explodes. Good, it worked. Grab a fist and pull your arm.

"Not good."

Hearty's whining chills her head.

"The number is increasing. How powerful can you fire it earlier?

Looking around, there are about 20 more, with the exception of the individuals who have just finished about 15. On top of that, some individuals still howl repeatedly.

"Keep it up, it'll still increase"

It's getting dark in front of me. There are still more of them in the same herd.

Besides, this isn't all the herd has. I don't even know when the other herds will notice.

Once the number is reduced, pack it.

Was it a multiplex? Do we have to do it in the bump production? I should have practiced, but couldn't I afford that?

< sue. Serious disorders may occur with regard to excessive surgical use. >

but the 'knower' teacher threatens me.

I didn't want to use it too much.

"God, what are the symptoms of a serious disorder caused by the use of excessive surgical formulas?

Ask in your heart.

"That's your first time. Alektoa, the master of the ceremony."

The answer came back. I hear a young man in my head.

"If you have a load of magic and magic conversion, you can play magic in your brain. It's like a brain hemorrhage where the human body says it is. Would you have felt nausea or headaches when using excessive surgical procedures? That's the initial symptom. Well, it's not bleeding, so it'll heal over time. Ignore it and if you use a more excessive surgical formula, it will have a physical effect on your brain with an excessive return of magic. Actual cerebral hemorrhage occurs if we speak physically."

I don't know how to cure a brain bleed, and I can't expect it. Is it no different than death?

"Guests seem to be having difficulty, and this time let's assist with control. However, assistance can only be provided to the extent that excessive returns are reduced and prolonged. Some days will be comatose. Be prepared. I know the situation and I'm following it. Once hung up."

Living eyes came out. It's the seed I sowed. Let's mow it ourselves.

"Thank you. Best regards,"

Give back gratitude in your heart.

Looking around, it was a herd of over 30. No individual is daring to howl. I wonder if one swarm is gathering.

"Mr. Hartis, I'm going to deal with this, but I'm going to fall for sure. Please process after."

I don't hear a response and come up with the image of compressing a bulk of wind in a sphere of 10 cm in diameter up to about 5 mm.

Imagine a reticle and set targets for each individual's head.

Paste the cross with care that you may not be in an invisible place.

On the count of 34. An image of aiming was set on all heads.

Do we have to control this in the future? My head is going to panic.

"Attribute wind. Pressure definition. Shape is a cone with a radius of 5 mm and a height of 1 cm. Fix the number of implementations to 34. Fixed to 30cm around front of right index finger. Fit each aiming, add cone rotation, eject, speed 150"

Imagine each warhead flying at each target. Secure your right hand toward the sky. Later, aim for an unshielded timing,

Second, Liz's smile comes to mind.

"Execute"

For a moment, the invisible bullet that flies out to the top, with momentum as it is, heads ahead of the aiming.

My head explodes almost simultaneously, in turn from the near-field wolf modoki. As far as I can see, all the individuals are down. Nothing moves.

I can go home. I can go home.

The moment I think about it, I hear a bumpy sound in my head.

It darkened in front of me, and I felt only the feeling of falling into the branches, unconscious.