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

At the moment when the momentum increases to convert from magic to magic, the object spreads brilliantly in front of the robe. Again, the magic increases and the robe's arm is waved. At that moment, the brilliant runs here. As the opponent's arm moves, two tablets of thickness there, spaced apart and put out to the present, but the first one crushes and the second one also cracks. Along with the dull sound, the tablet falls to your feet. When I glance at the first sheet, there are several chunks piercing it that look heavy. This... is that a chunk of iron? Soil magic doesn't grow minerals. Technically, mineral-mixed stones grow, but they just mix wherever they go... What kind of magic is that? And this number. Obviously it's weird......

The slightly visible mouth of the robe caught sight of whether this fluctuation was conveyed. When your arms are waved again, you will now have a red brilliance at present. moments, retreating at once in the hover to the edge of the woods. I don't have time to brake, and the moment I stop cushioned while folding twigs and twigs, the place I was earlier is engulfed in flames. That's the worst two choices...

The robe gently spreads his arms and provokes. Out of the woods and slowly towards it, a part of the ground sparkles. When I have a bad feeling about it and I fly to the side with a hover, a piece of metal sticks pointy on the ground all the time. There is a length there. If that thing stabs you, I'm sorry for the injury. But I don't know what that means. At what time did you make that appear? Magic basically just moves forward if you let it go. I can't set a path around the rear. Besides, there is no preliminary motion to convert from magic to magic. Incomprehensible. There's something tangy.

I should have shot the crossbow at all costs and killed it...... I don't care what you think, you stink. Grave again with that in mind.

The magic purification of the robe begins. Set aside a beat and run brilliantly to the opponent's present. Confirm it or not, and gradually approach it as it moves large and sideways with a hover. The other side asks me if I missed the timing of the strike down. I keep the iron chunks afloat, and I'm asking about this trend. No heart or I see arm tremors. Oh, over-returning. It would be painful.

When you take a straight path to the robe, the opponent shows you how to strike it off, so you change the angle ninety degrees at once and change course to flank. If your brain can't stand the G and your blood draws, but you see a chunk of iron pulling out of your momentum directly beside you, you might consider it to be as you read it. Later, the sound of something cracking sounded in my head. What, now...

< The membranous junction of "Surgical Resistance" was broken because it was subjected to magic beyond "Surgical Resistance" and could not be erased. It takes about five minutes to rebuild >

The whispers of the discerning teacher echo in my head. "Surgical resistance" is erasure, not subtraction, so if the threshold is exceeded, the effect will not appear, but will it go straight through... Good to know. I was almost overconfident.

Seeing it, the robe is starting to vomit even as it turns this way. I guess it's the limit already. This one gave birth to the first tablet and then only the hover. How can a magic battle (not) control the opponent without wasting magic? If you shoot with such momentum, the limit will soon come. I'm making errors at the tactical stage in the first place. I'm sure you've done this before with absolute confidence, but there are limits to fighting alone. I guess that was the losing cause I didn't get it......

While suppressing vain feelings, he creates stone spears with earthwork and creates images to release. I don't know what you're wearing under your robe. I wish I could go now. If not, should I beat wind magic around my head? Trying to unleash earthly sorcery with that in mind, the robe begins purifying magic again. If the shit dies, we're all in this together.

When you give up maintaining your witchcraft and fly with a hover to the right, a knife-like brilliance slips through the critical left arm. So you did your best. Slowly the robe falls. I guess that's it. The moment you think so, your voice flies slightly from the heavy-duty infantry ahead.

"Hiro!! Behind!!"

The moment I hear that voice, I fly again with a hover to the right, but the heat runs along with the sounds I keep saying on my left arm. Then it runs to the brain marrow, pain. Seeing it, a slice is running around the center of my left forearm and my blood is starting to erupt. Manage to create and execute an image of healing with divine art as the concentration is about to break due to pain. The pain disappears, but my body tenses to hallucinogenic pain.

When I looked at the robe, I just shuddered fine when I was frightened anymore. I don't even know if I'm wearing a helmet or something. It creates wind magic in parallel and slaps it into the head of the robe, as it comes to mind in the memory of pain. With the sound of kibbling, the whole robe can be seen twitching and the head crushing. When I try to build magic again, I get the feeling of being held from behind and pushed out.

< Notice from Skill 'Acquired'. Conditions for skill 'Acquisition' have been fulfilled. Target skill "Attribute Control (Mine)" 1.36 "Attribute Control (Mind)" 1.72. The relevant skills have been transferred. >

< Notice from Skill 'Acquired'. Conditions for skill 'Acquisition' have been fulfilled. Skills of the subject "Attribute control (Tue)" 2.12 "Surgical resistance" 1.12. Applicable skills have been integrated. >

< sue. 'Attribute Control (Tue)' exceeded 2.00. >

< sue. "Attribute Control", "Attribute Control" and "Surgical Resistance" exceeded 1.00. >

Voices of the 'Gain' teacher and the 'Knower' teacher.

"Hiro, that's enough, that's enough. It's over."

The hardness of the back and the warmth conveyed slightly......

Over... over... over... over...?

"Ah...... Liz. Sorry. I was a little confused. Yeah, you're done."

First injury. I didn't know pain would take my thoughts that far......

"What other situation?

"The minute Hiro knocked him down, he stabbed a stop. I don't know what's going on back there."

"Okay. Lower the heavy infantry with the dollar. Later, when the remnants of the party hunt is over, so is the war. Good luck."

"Already, Hiro, it's too lame."

"I'm sorry. Come on, Triumph. Hey."

That's what I say, push Liz's back.

"Yeah. I keep the bodies together. We need to move him too."

Liz points to the robe.

"Right. I'll clean it up later. Tell the Dollars."

"Okay."

Liz nods and runs. If the transfer of skills has taken place, the stop should be in there. Close to the robe, when turned, in lightweight leather armor, all body tattoos. Some say tattooing in this hygienic environment, but I wonder if there was a culture of tattooing in the first place, the small four Chinese numerals carved around the neck.

"Dr. Knower, are you converting some other mark to show me?

< No changes have been made to the vision >

Fishing wild and good, I feel this Han numeral and good, something disgusting and unpleasant. And witchcraft I never knew before...... Is there anything in the orc?

If you think so, you cheer in the middle of the formation. Now, okay? Let's celebrate the end of the war first. How were the lots? I guess that's where to start. Ask the soldiers on their way to separate Robe's body and head to the center of the formation.