Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

It had been a few minutes since I broke up with Coconobi and I could see the body of the fuse lime I wanted.

Its immensity stretches the child entity toward the sky in such a way that it can be seen as a mountain.

It is as though mountain trees stretch out branches into heaven, even by their size. But the atmosphere is the opposite.

Mountain trees are the epitome of the trees around them - with the impression of a patron saint, but Hugheslime only appears to be a vice that stretches the mycelium and erodes the forest. I wasn't even supposed to be familiar with the landscape.

Fushimi begins to check on the condition of his weapon, wondering if it's time to sharpen his will, and he also speaks to the bees.

But after several calls, there was no reply.

"Hey. Hey, bee."

'... you don't have to call me again and again. What's going on?'

"That's what I said, but you would have been scared."

……

There's no other way to make a comic about this. Before the battle, Fumimi exhales when he has trouble with it.

There was only one thing I could think of when it came to this dragon being distracted at a time like this.

"You're more overprotective than me."

"I'm not as sweet as you."

"You're such a cute little girl, so don't spoil her. What do you do? She's a proud daughter."

'Cause you're the one, you don't get to feed on that.'

It's obvious which is overprotective if you look at the bees that sour your mouth, as opposed to the sleeping sight that laughs at your heels.

The two of us, who have done this so many times before, will not speak to the end now. It was usual for bees to end in abominable distortion of their mouths and silence.

After such silence pulls the thread for a while, Fushimi is pounded and zero.

"... Bee, if I die, I'll ask for coconovie"

"Whether you are eaten by enemies of this magnitude or not. If you just zero in words you don't need, I'll slap you down. '

"I know. I'm not talking about this moment. But coconovies are chemistry. My life isn't long enough to keep up with it. Even if a parent dies early, it's too soon."

"Do monsters look good to each other? I don't think it's the words of those who divided the flesh."

"... don't say it. I don't know anyone else who can."

To the sadness of the words to be returned, the bees did not turn to sarcastic words as usual.

The child of a man and a demon is not a good person.

Sure, if you take physical qualities, you'll do everything you can, but you're a being hated by demons because of the manhood that lingers on your half, and alienated by people because of the power of outsiders.

Dragons that are incompatible with other races and have to live only with their own strength are very similar in some ways to where they have to be lonely and lonely.

There's nothing to worry about if he dies leaving a child surrounded by his companions, but there's only one thing he could hang out with her for as long as he knows.

You can't look down knowing that.

It was also natural for the sadness to drift ahead of the unstoppable reality.

"Bee, all I can show you is the living. All I can do is make you talk about that and your dreams on your back. - But wouldn't that suit you, too? Compared to you, only a few lives. And Marebito is a legend that has to be made. You can say it's a good idea for someone like that to dream."

As the gust breezes, Fushimi, standing up on the back of a bee, pulls out his knife properly.

That was an odd Japanese sword.

The body is shaking black ripples to reflect the sun's light, and at a glance it can be known as a demon knife.

"It is not for the people, nor for future generations, that I make them do this. It's just for one. You tell me about the dream you painted. Dragons live in fantasy, don't they? Bee, we're good creatures to make."

"Well, why do you have to hang out with my dreams? Don't get on the diagram. '

"Damn, you're the man to do it while you say so. I'm overprotective. I can't help but depend on my partner like that."

He laughed at Fushimi, who knew he was going to turn his intimidating voice towards the blindfold.

I guess the bees figured that out even if they couldn't reach it. Distorted his face, he begins to plummet like a hayabusa when he folds his wings without any warning.

Fushimi was about to be blown away by the fierce descent, but he squeezed the reins with one hand, and the remaining hand stomped with a demon knife in his grip.

"Then you paint something that will only charm us." I don't have the ear to listen to you!

"Ouch!

The bees fly through the surface shade with their momentum as they plummet down to ultra-low altitudes.

Mycelium netted like roots over dead trees make tentacles leap like isoginchucks trying to prey on fish but all they can grasp is remnants.

But if you keep flying, more tentacles will gradually gather and try to block the way ahead.

Nor can a boulder dragon scratch this amount in its giant. The bees braked suddenly in space when they grabbed the atmosphere and hit the wings.

Regardless, I wasn't cornered. This was a deliberate invitation.

Red lotus flames are already rolling in the bee's mouth, releasing faster than being swarmed by tentacles.

The flames that have been thrown out are enormous. So much so that it seems to be more gigantic than the bee's body. The tentacles that were broiled by it instantly boiled and collapsed, turning into a burning cushion and falling blush, wrapped in flames.

Fumimi jumps off the bee's back into that gap.

I can't be unscrupulous like Coconobi, but if it's a few meters or so, the soil is soft, so it's easy to land.

The bee that sees it hits its wings and rises again as it sprays more flames.

It also does not allow tentacles directed at countless numbers to be burned down or held back and tangled with a gust of wind caused by wings.

"I'm asking you flashy, bee. Otherwise, I'm in trouble."

I'm sure my voice hasn't arrived.

However, I am guessing. A huge circular three-dimensional magic formation appeared around the bees, emitting a completely different flash from the braces ever from the oral cavity.

That's not the flame zone already.

Precisely deserves to be compared to a hotline, where it licked melted loosely like molten metal or lava to erupt the flame.

The inflated air diffuses around with explosive momentum, scattering heat waves.

It's like burning your eyes and throat. With that in mind, Fushimi sets the demon knife in the middle.

He groaned ahead of him with an additional armed activated spell, and cut up the atmosphere as he returned his kun and wrist.

Shortly afterwards, the world broke.

Both the heat waves and part of the fuse slime that was there, everything that was on the ray of the blade is split in two.

A silent world with even broken sounds. Fushimi fixed his stance as he caught his breath and swung his next sword down into pieces.

"All the fat muscles are still beaten by Coconobi, too. Okay, one first."

More than a hundred meters on the ray fell to the ground with the sound swinging back.

Fumimi protrudes into rotten soil when he takes out a bamboo barrel that is only as thick as his finger from his nose in between, and steps on it and buries it in the ground.

This is why I broke up with the bees on purpose and went down to dangerous ground.

He delivers the demon knife halfway into his sheath and slashes his finger belly shallow with his body. When I took the arrow with that hand, I applied blood to the pattern and set up a bow.

"EU escrevo isto Metorno Ninharia"

Pan, and only a slight sound of the string returning is left and the arrow is released.

As the chant progressed, the red illusion light leaked through its trajectory, catching up with the arrows and turning into flames and clutching around.

That's not like a dragon brace, it only spreads to a certain space around the arrow but it doesn't diffuse any further.

After that flame is exhausted, a large hole is worn, as much as twice the height of a person, breaking down the dead trees and the body of the fuseslime.

The meaning of the curse is, attribute it to ashes. That was exactly the flame.

He started running when he did the same thing in four directions.

Because Hughes Lime, who pushed over again while he was attacking, has arrived like a big wave.

He runs as he lays down his tentacles, which are beaten like whips, or jumps and avoids. It is also shaped like running around the outer circumference around a slime child entity.

"Damn, bees are a tough way to fight."

The tentacles that strike him are at best such that what is left on the spot flies reflexively.

The bulk of the body of the fuse lime is drawn in the direction in which the bees are fighting, like the tide is pulling, decreasing in density.

It was that he didn't have as much creation as running through it.

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The way the dragons fight is all simple.

Chop a thousand bites with your fangs, rip them off with your hook nails, tweeze them off with your tail, or blow them off with your big wings. The majority of them use that body as a weapon.

No matter how powerful the assimilation capacity of the fuse lime is, it will not immediately absorb dragon scales, and even if it ever touches bees, it will be burned down by the braces and over.

This brace is also an important part of the dragon's method of warfare.

There are two main forms of burning breath: one that mixes plenty of air and burns it out at once with high firepower, or one that spits out in a state of air scarcity and burns and explodes at once the moment it touches the target and mixes with the air.

The bees had used them well and missed the attention of the fuse lime.

The fuse lime just concentrates on the featherworms flying under the child entity and twists the tentacles and I haven't noticed anything else.

It's even enlarged without even having a head to think about it, but it's a late stupidity.

One last thing. Dragons have the law of fictitious attributes.

The laws of man and demon contrast.

A person's law is a technique that activates according to a defined type (spelling) and is scarce in power.

The law of demons is a technique activated only by force, with a narrow range of phenomena that can be caused.

That is why the additive technique activated to compensate for each other's shortcomings is much more powerful than the law, which consists of two or three regular verses.

Dragon law is a formula for making those forces and shapes work correctly.

Therefore, both the laws of man and the laws of demons will be manipulated and bounced off of all power if the laws of the dragon are activated later.

The metabolic activation of the Yang attribute, in which the fuse lime is constantly activated, is also ineffective when the bee activates the law, and is burned down indefensibly.

And -.

Psst! and the sound of the finger whistle.

The bee that overheard it slid to low altitude under its wings and audio source, where it picked up the ambush it had been waiting for.

"You kept me waiting. Put Keri on."

'Whatever. I'm just tired of this ugly creature. "

They superiorly exceed the altitude that the tentacles can reach, and when they reach as high as the apex of the child entity, they breathe and refocus the spirit again.

Marebito, who drives the Dragon on the battlefield, inflicts his worst fears on his enemies and his best fights on his allies.

Is that why?

It's not simply because the dragon is strong. Then Marebito and the like are just dogmas.

Their one-thousand has been fought on many battlefields because they are the only ones allowed to.

Fumimi has the law of men.

As an additional weapon, he also has the laws of demons.

And there are laws of dragons that fight together.

The power of the law is there, and shapes are laid down for the power to be expressed, and there is even a formula for making them work.

If that's all the facts are enumerated, even those who don't know about them can't count on it.

"EU escrevo isto Queimadura Maximo Ligacao"

The chant of Fushimi spreads red illusions around the perimeter, creating a geometric pattern.

They were swinging in disorder. They line up like meaningful sequences within them when bees activate the law and 3D magic formations emerge.

and at the same time there was an anomaly in the dead forest.

Something very similar to this magic formation appeared in the five surroundings of the child entity.

"- Bee, burn it down."

A hotline was released with the word.

That's not one thing. Hotlines overflowed from the magic formations that were unfolding in the air around them, as well as from the magic formations on the surface.

The root of the child entity and, furthermore, the hotline pierced by several strips around it did not even allow the prototype to be left in the surrounding objects, but to be wiped out and burned out.