Legend

"Ray, don't be alarmed. I don't think these monsters will die with a spear stuck in their right eye and throat."

To Ray, who is carefully packing his death-size and his intermission with the lem race, Egret, who stuck a spear in the right eye of the lem race, calls out so as he comes closer.

Hendeca screams as she rolls down the ground to the back of Ray, who nodded at the words, releasing an arrow to the rampant Rem Race.

"Mr. Ray, wouldn't magic be better than attacking with that sickle!

The arrows released are aimed at the head of the lem lace, but because the right eye and throat are rolling around the ground with the pain and impact pierced by a spear, they hit the torso, not the head, and the direction of the torso is shifted from the purple corrosive liquid, and they fly in an unexpected direction. By the time it had fallen to the ground, the corrosive liquid had already been affected and the liquid had rotted without a shadow to see.

Watching as he does that, Ray waves his neck to the left and right of Hendeca's words as he contemplates how he will strike a blow by his death size.

"If that corrosive liquid covering the body surface evaporates, it will definitely cause more damage first. So... chi!

It was Ray who tried to sever his neck and tailor a lem race at once with one blow by Death Size, but I guess he also noticed the imminent danger to his life that was raging around the ground. Shake his head wide and restrain Ray, who was about to approach himself with that momentum.

If Ray was in perfect condition, he could have scratched the blow in his neck, approached the Rem Race and dealt a deadly blow. But when I tried to take that one step, my flank was sore and I was blunting the movement.

(Shit, it's not broken, but still this pain is troublesome)

Decide it's hard to narrow your own distance while tongue-in-cheek.

(Then you just have to use means that aren't you!

Shout out loud as you watch how Rem Race never breaks its guard from you as you endure the pain.

"Egret, Miloir and Hendeca deflect the attention of the lem race. I'll knock the deadly attack into that gap!

At the same time, one spear is removed from the mistering and thrown on the face of the lem race for restraint.

At this time, it was frustrating for Ray and the others to be unable to attack because the most targeted torso was covered in corrosive liquid, which worked in favor of the lem race.

But still, he can't help but be alert to Ray's blow through his throat, and Rem Race wields his head wide as he shed tears of blood from the spear's pierced right eye, playing with his fangs being stripped of his thrown spear.

"Seto!"

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto quickly descended from the sky, responding instantly to Ray's voice, who did not miss that moment when Rem Race took action. At that moment you pass directly next to Ray, jump onto Seto's back.

"Gu!"

Was the series of actions just impotent, Ray frowning at the blunt pain in his flank with that shock?

But naturally, there is no need for Rem Race to take into account that condition, and he waves his neck wide, bounces arrows and stones, and strikes toward Ray and Seto, who can cause fatal wounds to himself.

"Flying slaughter!

He opened his mouth wide and headed to Lemlace, where his sharp fangs were protruding towards him and Seto. Death size swung, and the flying slaughter released from the blade was slightly to the root of Lemlace's mouth, but wounded.

(Shit, even without that corrosive liquid, is the damage inflicted by flying slaughter about scratches?)

Ray was tongue-beating as he watched how it went, but at the next moment he would look out for him unexpectedly.

"Become!?

"Grrrrrr?...... Grrrrrr!

It was Ceto, who gazed to the ground at Ray's stunned voice, but soon a stunned squeal, just like Ray's.

That won't be impossible either: a lem race over 30m in length, but the body seemed to be getting smaller.

If it were to be expressed more accurately, the color of the body surface had changed so that it blended from the edge of the body into the surrounding sight.

To that sight, which was so unexpected, Ray calms down soon after a moment of stunning.

(I see. Wasn't it simply because he was acting under the sea that no one had ever seen Rem Race while keeping all that massive ship sinking? I don't know if I can consciously change the color of my body surface, but if I can still change my body color to blend into my surroundings that way in the ocean, I guess I can't find it. … but that's why it worked through a filter called the ocean, so there's hardly any point on this earth)

Ray whines inside as he turns wide over the sky and turns again toward the Rem Race.

In fact, on the ground, Egret is yelling at Hendeca, who is stunned by the sudden change in the lem race, to resume the attack.

"When it comes to blending into the surroundings, it doesn't completely disappear, and if the attack hits, it hits right. Ningro, it hurts to lose sight of that corrosive liquid."

Purple corrosive liquid seeping out of the body surface of the lem lace. That liquid, which has the effect of significantly removing the slashing taste of the weapon and even corrosing it, had a toxic purple color until a short while ago, but at the same time the body color changed to corrosive liquid.

"At the very least, the salvation is that water braces are no longer available... and that's not certain. Wow!"

It may not be a substitute for a water brace, but the next moment, the lem lace wrapped around it with a body length of more than 30 m will be as if the spring were bouncing, so that it won't eat up, and the fangs will be stripped out and attacked.

Those who were on the spot were to see the sight that, in a certain sense, could only escape reality, where a body far greater than Seto jumped into the sky.

Still, you should just say Ceto. He distances himself from the lem race, which looms upon him with his wings heavily flapped, and also flees teasing him from his jaw, which brings death on the verge of being devoured.

At the same time, Ray throws a spear that he retrieved from the mistering on his way to the falling lem race. There is no reason to be standing on the ground, I couldn't say enough power because it was a throw in a situation where my lower body was unstable that I was on Ceto, but I still succeeded in stabbing him in the head of the lem race.

"Shaaaaaaaa!"

Rem racing screaming in remorse, whether it's the pain that stuck him in the head, even if it's shallow, or because his fangs were avoided.

Watch as he exhales relief from the sky, but Rem Lace wraps his stomach around him again.

"Shit, it's hard to grasp the distance because of the same half protective color. Besides, why are you acting normal on land when you only look like Cesar Pent in the first place?"

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Stupidity later, he nods at Seto, who whimpers his throat all the time, thinking of the means of attack.

(If the effect of the attack from the outside is thin, then I figured the inside...... "Dancing Flaming Snake" is definitely effective. The torso is corrosive liquid, so call it Death Size... No, wait. If the Death Size is enchanted, could you ignore the corrosion fluid?

I feel something boiling down to the idea for just a moment, but I shake my head immediately.

(No, it can be a good enough possibility, but on the contrary, I can't throw away the possibility that something will be done with that corrosive liquid. Plus, given the thickness of that torso, I'd have to put a lot of magic into cutting it off with a death-size attack. Then again, it's best to feed 'Dancing Flaming Snake' to the head, but that giant... No, wait. I was originally going to use The Dancing Flame Snake because I expected the magical effects of flames to be low for lem races in the ocean. Sure, I can't attack the Rem Race now because it has corrosive fluid coming out of the torso, but then the head, head...? Opponents who are bigger than themselves can only attack from the inside out. And I have the means)

A lem race that is wrapped around a tunnel and aimed at a gap, and a ceto that is relative to a lem race without alarm as you jump in the sky. Apart from the pressing exchange of those two monsters, Ray quickly sums up his thoughts in his head. That's possible because it's one person and one person, Ray and Seto, and on the contrary, Rem Race, one person, had to concentrate on peeking into Seto's gap.

Also, Seto is not the only fellow Ray. Only this time, Egret, Miloir and Hendeca have three Icebird Shens who can fly in the sky just like Seto.

Three of them and one of them launch an attack on the Rem Race, which is wrapped around a little bit to favor Ray and Seto.

Of course it could not do deadly damage, but it was nevertheless possible to defy the rem race and hinder the concentration.

Even if it was a rem race, there was no reason to let one and one flying in front of the other who felt that such surrounding attacks were in the way, and they were on the side of getting hit.

As that state lasts for about a few minutes, Ray strokes and talks about Seto's neck, as he decides to do.

"Seto, I've come up with a way to take him down. If we do well, we'll be able to take him down. Instead, however, there is considerable risk.... Still, will you believe me?

"Grrrrrrrr!"

To Ray's words, naturally, without even a moment of hesitation, Seto rattles his throat.

With such a grin on Ceto's condition, Ray talks about the operation.

"It's easy to do. Bump in a barrel with a fragment of the scrap iron slaughter blade you used in your battle against the Vestian Imperial Army in that giant mouth of lem racing and tap the magic of the flames on top of it. I'll chop his head off with a barrel explosion from the inside out."

"Gru?"

It was a worryingly ringing cet to the act of endangering not just himself but his partner Ray, who strokes his neck just saying he doesn't need to worry.

"I believe in you again, just as you believe in me. So... Seto, jump in towards the lem race and get to the limit. On top of that, I'll manage to get away from him before that fang hits me.... What do you say?

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Let it be, Seto rings high with the will to.

And in the next moment of the squeal, he plunges toward the rem race, which is heavily winged and tucked away.

Naturally, instead of a rem race watching it in silence, I headed to Seto, where I would stick straight into myself, and gauge the timing...... I tried to jump, at that moment.

"Kick, kick, kick!"

Shen, who was approaching from the opposite side of Seto to Rem Race, creates nearly 30 ice arrows and fires them off.

Most of them hit the torso, slipped into the corrosive fluid and failed to deal effective damage, but several of them pierced the back of the head, causing more or less damage and, above all, successfully disrupting the concentration of the lem race.

"Shah, shah, shah, shah, shah!

A flash of delay. I bounced up to get that lag back and raised my mouth wide if I didn't chop a thousand cetos coming straight at me...

"Eat. Yeah, yeah!

With Ray's full scream, he lifts the barrel removed from the mistering with only his right hand, while also using Seto's speed to forcefully throw it into the mouth of the lem race.

"Shah!?

You must have suddenly noticed something thrown in your mouth. Rem race screaming like a panic. But the confusion will continue.

"Fire, burn your enemies according to my will"

Ray casts a short spell by switching the death size he had with his left hand to his right hand.

What we need at present is not the magic of long chants and high power, but the magic of power there with short chants.

(Plus, there's a lot of L.A. when it comes to power, but it's also possible to boost it forcefully with the magic you can get in!

The magical power is determined by the composition of its spell and the magic it consumes. Short spells typically result in low amplification efficiency of magic and vice versa, long spells generally result in higher amplification efficiency of magic. However, if the magic that can be included is increased to the extreme, even if the amplification efficiency of the magic is low, it will eventually become a magic with a high power.

And Ray had infused a ton of magic into this spell of short chanting even when he could use it.

A fireball with a diameter of about 30 cm appears near a death-sized blade.

"Fireball."

Its flames, produced with magic by the extreme, fly along Ray's waving death-size orbit.

And they let him go after the barrel thrown into the mouth of the lem lace...

"Seto!"

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Seto responds to Ray's call, waves his wings wide and leaves the front of the lem race.

Rem racing sends a glance at one and one like that for a moment......

Boom!

At the next moment, a barrel thrown into your mouth explodes by a fireball.

The mouth is torn with all kinds of blades, burned up at the same time, and its power is not limited to the mouth alone, blowing up the head of the object and massively smashing things like flesh pieces, bones, blood, brains and burnt eyeballs that were rem laced around it.

What the adventurers, coming from the city of Emosion, saw when they finally arrived at the scene were the four Rays and two of them with giants nearly 30 m long falling into the ground, sitting on that side on the ground and immersed in the aftermath of intense combat.