Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Arena given by Regra, God of Power.

Injuries sustained in that field heal at the same time as they exit, a huge building that can accommodate thousands of spectators. Its greatness is magnificent as if it embodied the spirit of Regra God.

Hundreds, no, thousands of years will continue to exist without decay.

That arena has never had training or group warfare in the past, but it is the first time a formal 'game' has taken place.

Instead of the lord, the house zai Yut Amaxa had declared the meeting open, and the lid of the first match to be commemorated was about to be cut.

"The opening match of the Falv Grand Martial Party is finally - J-Maru - Yikes! So, Mr. Arcia, the ambulance officer? Are you sure? Well, let's go with Arcy. with Merla, who explains the game clearly"

"Oh, Arcee?

"Yes, Arcee."

Arcia is more perplexed by free talk than by Merla's subtlety.

Are you still resistant, now with your crimson eyeballs on? But because they called me by my weird nickname, I still have an unprecedented look in that state. Very, I can't show it to Yut.

Confused is the same for the audience, and the common reality and commentary on the planet is their first experience.

In the first place, I know you're using some kind of magic device (magic item), but I can't help but wonder that your voice sounds all over the place.

"Oh, a giant rock giant (Jarloot) enters the field from the east entrance."

"Two men, Gugam and Elizabeth the Walker."

Restore your mind - rather than ignore it - Arcia explains how the Rock Titans were to participate in the Games.

That the divine entrustment from the species God of the Rock Titans also led the others of the tribe to ascertain the power of Exile.

This time, its representatives will challenge Exile on the occasion of the Games.

That the winner will lay down multiple tribes as a great chief.

The general circumstance was once again communicated to the audience through a microphone where Yut's created Voice of the Wind (Wind Voice) was demonized.

I was forced to take her as a commentator, but she's serious about these places, too.

"It was an easy story to understand. In a double sense!

"The strong are great. If we don't hold this back, we're sure it'll get incomprehensible."

Front row on the main stand side, a live booth lined up by Merla and Arcia. The VIP room is just above your back, so you can't see your response from Alcia.

But Alcia herself was well seen. by Larsia and Yut waiting at the western entrance gate. Yut was not dressed to go to a masqueraded party rather than a militant party.

"Even Arcee, Arcee. If Yut calls, he'll fall, won't he?

"Before that, I feel like I don't have my life"

I used to just call her Alcia by name, and she had a lot of reactions. If it goes any further, I don't know what will happen.

"Um, why is Yut here?

"Because the understatement air sucks. Split up."

"Oh, it's underground, isn't it? The air's gone bad."

"Chicken. It's probably because of Larsia."

In the basement of the arena, there is an understatement of the contestants.

There are private rooms, but when we gathered in the large room in the sense of making out before the opening ceremony, Larsia massively applied King Eldrick's grandson, Prince Cress.

"We don't have to worry about it because it wasn't meant to attack the Hundred Layers Labyrinth. I'm not swimming, so I'm not bragging because I dived deep."

"The same thing about Murgush God. Because I just did it for my people."

"Mostly, stepping through the labyrinth or doing something about God doesn't change me."

"Well, when I was younger, I tend to think that's all. Looking back, I think there's a lot of other ways to live."

Seems honest and comforting.

That's why Prince Cress flushed his cheeks without saying anything, and I can't resist because King Eldrick and Vainamarinen desperately laugh at it.

Ray Cruz doesn't care about me, Jonah lies down with too much to eat, and Valtrude doesn't understand the irony.

After all, he fled to earth with King Alsace - the masked swordsman.

"No, no. The real yuut is over there, but what is this yuut?"

"It's a fake over there."

Next to the guest rooms where Acorn entertains queens from all over the country, there is also a room to be described as the organizers' room. There was a look at Yut looking down on the ground.

Of course, it's more fake over there than there is a yuut here - wearing a black coat on a white Reaper mask. It was replaced after the opening declaration, a phantom made of spells.

Larsia, it's time for us to go.

"Yes, sir."

Exile, who was making the last adjustments with King Alsace, encouraged his partner. Adamantin's shield is already up and running autonomously to keep track of the owner's movements.

Different armor with large shoulders stretched out also seemed familiar to the body.

"Old man, for now, come win."

"Leave it to me."

Yuut hi-touching and encouraging with friends going to the battlefield.

"Is that it? What about me?

"Don't pull your old man's leg."

"Terrible! But as expected!

In the end, Larsia and I exchanged high touches - Larsia jumped, so we got a good high touch - and send them off to the battlefield.

"As always, you're a good friend."

"I'm afraid."

Standing King Alsace, whose masquerade looks good, not a militant party, stands next to Yuut with a gentle smile.

"Winning is our next opponent. What do you think?"

"Before we do that, we should mind our own game...... I was wondering if you could explain that over there"

At the end of Yut's gaze were two Merla and Arcia who lived in the front row.

"Late, here comes Exile and Larsia. Even so, everyone's trying to roll! My brother looks like a child surrounded by giants."

"Why is it the wind that's turning to my enemies until Egg!

"If you're Larsia, you said you wouldn't die until you saw your niece grow up, so it's okay."

"Hey, don't talk to me on the premise of dying!

Unfortunately, the player's voice doesn't even reach the audience.

"Hmm, which one does Arcee think wins?

"Exiles tend to prioritize attacks and grate defenses. Larsia is trying not to take the attack herself, but it could be brittle in case. And I wonder if it's a negative thing to have mullets."

"I see. Brother, seriously live!

"Usually, we cover there..."

Alcia says she doesn't know what will happen in this game format.

"So you're saying the tyrants will win?

"That's possible. But..."

One shadow approaching the four assembled on the field at a time when Arcia tried to mouth its continuation.

"Let me confirm it as a referee."

It was Dean Mel of the Vainamarinen School of Magic who proclaimed it so and used the Magic Sense (Sense Magic) spell.

He, also a member of the Path Finders, was to serve as a referee, following the request - or order - of his mentor Vainamarinen.

Nevertheless, it is the Falv Grand Martial Society, which should be called the rule, that has very few rules. Confirmation is made to confirm the granting of a spell by a third party. And the main task during the game is to pay attention to the safety of the audience.

"No problem. Are you ready?

"Uhm."

"I don't care whenever"

Mel nods in response to Exile and Gugam.

They were allowed a distance of about 5 meters, and the Great Mage (Arch Mage) raised his voice to roar the entire arena.

"Begin!"

At the same time, the audience will see an astonishing sight.

(Must win first!

He said he passed a harsh qualifying round and gained the right to challenge Exile. There was nothing in them that could be called an operation.

Just attack first, beat it down.

That's all I decided beforehand.

Two people going forward at the same time as the signal to start. The goal is Exile. God recognized and warrior. I didn't see it sweetly, but I didn't see it in the grassland race (Magner).

Differences in response rates precede the "runaway” Elizaoua by a step.

But that step stopped at the first step.

"If you're so outspoken, you'll just miss me."

With a backward, full grin of words, Larsia bowed.

In other words, this meadow race would have unleashed an arrow. Otherwise, there's no way the Rock Titans will stop walking.

But they're intact.

I don't have to raise one voice.

"Now you know what I'm capable of."

While walking to the entrance western gate. I mean, turn your back on the rock giants, Larsia says. It seemed interesting or proud, but both Gugam and Elizaoua had to affirm it.

The arrows were indeed unleashed.

Not even six.

It doesn't pierce the eyes, throat, and heart of the "tyrant” and the "runaway" - it plundered and flew near it.

"Duh, what do you mean, Arcee!? My brother, aren't you too bad with the bow?

"Though I'm not by that name...... briefly, I guess it's an alibi. And why don't you trust your brother a little more?

"Alibi?"

Merla listens back in time as if she confesses to not thinking about it at all. Looks like you decided to put your trust in your brother aside for now.

"I guess you decided to leave it to Exile. But you can't do anything, so you showed strength first."

"Huh? So your brother took the arrow off on purpose? What a waste of dexterity."

"It's not a waste, but I know exactly who it was."

No matter how much I didn't see in my eyes, I can't sit there defenseless. Nonetheless, not trying to put your hands on it is proof that you have acknowledged your strength.

No, I didn't just admit it. Faster reaction than anyone else. An arm that releases six arrows in an instant. And the trick of subtly removing the aim. I might even remember being afraid of that divine work.

"Bye, Egg. And then say hello."

"Oh. Just give me a minute."

"Just a little bit."

Nearly 10 metres away from the rock giants, the meadow species sat on the field somewhere. An act that I don't think is one of the contestants.

The audience seats are natural. There were no ladies in the VIP room, no surprises, no voices.

"In a Larsian-like way"

"If I lose now, I don't think I can even see it?

Hiding in a mask and hard to see from the outside, but his mouth did laugh.

To King Alsace like that, Yut answers.

"Then it's okay"

"Why not?

"Exile is unbeatable."

Alsace stared blindly at the side of Yut, who was so certain.

"Come on, we're redoing."

On the field it went one-on-two, but the look on the faces of the rock giants was hard to understand. It was difficult to analogize emotions from there, and I didn't have time for that.

"Coming."

"Yikes."

In response to Exile's invitation, Gugam shakes the stick (club) up loudly, and Elizaoua turns around behind him showing unmatched agility to the giant.

"Nu-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

A “tyranny” blow that even crushes the earth.

It hurts Dragon Scale armor, but the armor doesn't snap, neither does Exile himself. I took it flat, without changing a single complexion.

One more turn than the Exile is a big gugam. A blow carried out from that giant would have always crushed the enemy. To unconventional results, known as “brutality," he showed no unexpected haste.

If you are someone you can defeat to this extent, you will not go down like a trustee.

While I'm stuck, Elizaoua turns behind me. He also shook up a sweeping blade and saw a slaughter with speed and power, which should also be called a manoeuvre attack.

But that never gets to Exile.

"The shield moved on its own to defend -!

Merla told them what happened.

Alternatively, if it was a previous shield, it might have pierced, but Adamantine's shield shows off the defense of a difficult defense.

"Wall Fort"

The same synonym (test word) as the name of the demonized ability. At the same time, the whole body of the Rock Titan's Destruction King swayed, and at the next moment, an even more gigantic warrior appeared.

Over Gugam, no, not quite.

Its flesh grew more than once, accompanied by huge armor and spike flail.

Giant. Yes, the giant itself.

And more importantly, the aura of destruction drifting from its entire body. Hostile, it will be destroyed by dust. A renunciation similar to such a hunch makes the appearance even more gigantic.

Both the audience and the live Merla. No one utters a word as one. I also forgot to breathe.

Both opponent Gugam and Elizaoua forgot about me. I can't help it. Calm was about Yut, who said, "You gave your old man a hell of a lot of gear..."

No, there's another one.

That's the Exile of the Day.

Shake Spike Flail for each body on the spot. Violence ravages like a great vortex like a tornado, blowing up two rock giants.

It's not a metaphor.

Rocky, the flesh of the rock itself slammed against the wall and weakened. I can't move one finger.

"There's a battle!

Mel's declaration.

And a beat late, the cheer engulfed the entire arena.

If you finish it, a reasonable prevailing play.

Plus Larsia waves back, leaving.

"It was overwhelming violence, overwhelming Alcy's anticipation!

"Anticipation…. Well, that would be nice."

Alcia was about to say:

There is a chance that the Gugams will win.

"I wish I had the strength."

- and.

Unfortunately, Gugam and Elizaoua did not extend to the two of them together.

That's very cruel. So, it turned out to be really Exile.