Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

Things have changed dramatically since Doris Meguian took his cape away.

Overwhelming.

Dragon men born by being able to push warcraft into people were beyond the level that individuals could manage.

"The flames...!? Take away the right to operate...!?"

"You stopped my flame because it was a magical flame. If it emanates from magic, whatever the event, it can also be inhibited using the same theory. But..."

The great flame emanating from the Dragonman's palm.

Swallow the grambarza.

"... I am a man and a warcraft now. The flame I manipulate is the blood of a warcraft. I don't accept magic mechanisms or anything."

Therefore, there can be no more enchantment of flame manipulation rights.

Doris Meguian was free to handle the flames.

"Then compare pure power!! Eat...!!"

Gran Burza, unleash with all your magic.

"'Snort screaming scorching heat heartless flame jail' heh!!"

Naturally unraveled pitch-black flames roll.

It is the Extreme Flame Magic, independently developed by Grand Barza, and Deep Righteous.

Simple power alone is special, but it was only the secret of Grand Barza to add a curse and make it a black flame.

It does not go away because of the flames of the curse, and it persists in burning the subject even after it has quenched the fire.

The secret secrets knitted against the mightiest enemy, Aranzil, attacked Doris Meguian.

But......

"Hung."

"Nah!?"

The pitch-black curse flame instantly misted in front of Doris Meguian's brushed hands.

The most powerful depths created by the legendary man are as if they don't make sense.

"No, it's brilliant magic. I didn't know it would turn the flame black. It will be one in every 10,000 people who can reach this frontier while they are alive.... The next stage, I guess, to get to 'red' is after we get up to Valhalla?

The flames that are unleashed in return swallow the glambarza.

"Guuuuuuuuuuu!?"

"Remember. The stage you've reached is the entrance to my secret law. When you convert not only the power of thought, but also the soul that is the source of thought, the magic turns from black to red"

Gran Burza tries a desperate defense with magic flames from Mizumi, but not in a very good amount to offset.

Finally, I can't support it and get a direct hit.

"Siegfriegel succeeded in discoloring the aura until 'red' and Abos' black '. But if it was Darriel, I guess we could go further."

Two legendary heroes are quickly defeated, and the adventurers who cement their surroundings are at war.

A profession in which they also live side by side with danger.

I fully understood the horror of things that had to happen to those in front of me.

"Ku, fuck! Front row with shields! Do your best to put up a line of defense!

"Shoot the bow and arrow! You're gonna have to hold back a little bit!

Still not running away, trying to maintain the defensive line would be due to Kaoru Tao, who received more from the Dariel village chief on a daily basis.

But all this time, they're just bad.

"It's a courageous act. Turn it into a reward."

"I won't let you!

Esterica flying as her last hope.

As an apostle of Valhalla, he waves a semi-solid chi sword.

"" Sixteen Fists "!

"Miscellaneous fish, you're the last one to call."

The sixteen-handed aura slashing blades, which are shot out under elaborate calculations, are also all burned out before the flames.

"Ahhhhhhhh!?"

Both Esterica, the main unit.

I can't even do it against the dragonized Doris Meguian as one of the people on the spot.

"... no?

Shortly after, Doris Meguian noticed the shock she felt behind her back.

"Is that Aura Slash Blade? I see, re-orbiting and detouring as I distract myself from this flame. Did you fly to hit it from behind? Smart as ever."

But Doris Meguian doesn't look damaged while hitting him.

A strong scale of warcraft was preventing the slaughter of the 'Rift Sky' perfectly.

"Wisdom and other helplessness before overwhelming power. Yes, it is the weak who rely on wisdom. Being good at smart methods of warfare like yours is proof that you admit you have no power."

Like Aranzil, like Gran Burza.

If the original ability protrudes and is high, there is no need for wisdom in the first place.

Overwhelming with force is the original right form of battle.

But some people will not be physically well off. Sometimes such a person would rely on knowledge as a measure of bitterness, but it was only an odd measure, a praiseworthy hand.

"What you're saying is that you can only eat into the first level by working as a petty worker."

Aranzil, Gran Barza, Ida, Dariel, Gacita, Siegfriegel, Serneya and Doris Meguian.

In the realm where the monsters flinch.

"... no, don't get me wrong. I'm not denying the very way you do it. Same as me. You can't beat him no matter how much power you rely on. So I'm trying so hard to spin my wits, I'm trying to go beyond him. I'm just as smart as you are."

But.

"You're still fundamentally powerless. There is nothing more ugly than the evil ascension of the unlikely from the beginning."

Release further flames and bake Esterica in mind.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!?"

"Burn it. Burn it. Why don't we experiment to see if 'Einherial Body' is really indestructible?"

Would a normal person be dying at all, Esterica, wrapped in flames?

It was a tragedy to dismiss her as obtaining the indestructible flesh given to her by the transcendent.

I can't burn to death, so I taste the blame.

"This is the reproach bitterness that those who have fallen to hell receive every day. He who ascended to Valhalla. That would be a good experience, wouldn't it?

"but ahhhhhhhh!?"

Keep burning forever.

Arrow tips that seemed like it.

"Stop it! You fucking davo. Aah!!"

"Oops."

Doris Meguian gently deflects the attacking giant Aura Slash.

"Well, are you back yet? You're tough for your age."

Aranzil royalizes as he bleeds out of his mouth.

Having taken a strong blow to his belly, he also feared he was injuring his gut.

Still, it is from your strength that you try to be benevolent without the shade of fine dust.

From the fierce thought of protecting the beloved.

"Get away from her! I'll kill you! No, I'll kill you! I will kill you............!!"

"Whoa, whoa...?

Even though it's intense enough to faint if you're a regular person, Doris Meguian only takes it cool.

"Well, speaking of which, is she one of yours? Well, that's a touching reunion. I never thought I'd see you again because you were dead. You'll be delighted."

From the abdomen of Doris Meguian, once again a giant knot foot grows.

I took off my cape so it looked clear to the root of my abdomen, but it was so much better that I couldn't see it because of the tatters.

Its tip is sharp as a blade.

Swing the tip down with Esterica in mind.

"Ahhhhhhh!?"

"Esterica! Stop it! Stop it. Whoa, whoa!

to the chest and belly, giant knuckle feet that are each penetrated.

That's like getting a pile of Round Tai punched in, and just one bottle is enough for a fatal injury.

Still, I can't die because she's already transcended death.

fuelling suffering.

"Look, if you help me quickly, your wife will have harder eyes."

Whether Aranzil holds his hand or not, he immediately flies up the stick cane.

But I'm inhibited by the new giant knob leg that Doris Meguian has grown more than once, and I can't get near it.

"Stiff!? I'm after the joints but I can't slash them!?"

"Good, you're ripping the beloved right in front of you, and hatred is burning! Precisely ideal!

More Esterica to elicit Aranzil's hatred.

"Be the ideal nourishment for me this minute! Before we take Darriel in, this is an unwanted treat! Have I got lucky too?!?"

"Shut the fuck up. Aah! You're not the only one who can forgive me! I'll wipe you out without leaving any dust. Whoa, whoa!

Aranzil is a man who has fought hatred for food since the beginning.

The only thing that filled the void that made me young and deprived me of my family and lost everything was my hatred for vengeance.

Vengeance is the demon clan who took his wife.

Originally the brave fight the demon clan, which targets the demon king for a sense of purpose and fraternity and tries not to protect the demon king, but Aranzil was different.

Only he was the target of the Demons themselves.

It is Aranzil's battle as a brave man to kill one or more demons who are his wife's enemies and to satisfy his vengeance.

It was also curtained by old, and the flame of hatred was also silenced by knowing the survival of his real son Darriel.

But reunited with his beloved wife, the flame of hatred that was smoking burns up again.

"Ha ha ha ha! That's good! It's time to eat! Sora, get a little angrier! Show me your beloved wife's intestines and you'll be more passionate!!"

"Oh, my God!?"

Everything goes as Doris Meguian thinks.

At that time, the only element that twists and bends the way it wants to...

"'The Emperor's Rift Sky'"

I'm back.

Dariel has returned to the front.