Magan to Dangan o Tsukatte Isekai o Buchinuku!

Although Ataru had been going around a few rooms since then, he could hardly see any fairy figures.

"Maybe this isn't in my normal room..."

Ataru muttered, activating his demonic eye.

In such an unbelievable situation, it is highly likely that the precious fairy was taken to another place.

The fairy has a lot of magic power, and just being alive is enough to disperse magic power.

A demon eye might be able to trace its trail.

"... this is the right answer."

The magic that the fairy was floating around danced like butterfly starch and remained on the ground.

The Ataru ran quietly after him while activating his Magic Eye.

Most had already escaped, and had not met anyone along the way, until they had arrived in front of the Wall, where the traces of magic had broken off.

This wall, don't move.

I put my hand on it and checked it, and there was even a thin slit in the wall, which opened like a door.

I opened it gently and entered, searching for signs, and there was a large room hidden there.

Apparently, the fairy was isolated in this room, and she couldn't even speak. When she noticed the Atar coming into the room in tears, she looked sad.

"--Hey, can you give me back the fairy you're with?"

Aiming at the surprise, Athar pointed a cold gaze at the person inside the room.

The person was carrying a fairy in a birdcage.

"Are you...!?"

The person looked back at Ataru with a surprised look like he had seen something unexpected.

With such a surprise, he dropped the birdcage and rolled towards the corner of the room.

"I didn't expect to see you in a place like this."

He was aware of Athar, who suddenly looked down on the person.

It was the scorpion beast Arachlan, who had taken part in the abduction of Reyur, the son of a minister in the land of the beasts.

Although the mastermind was captured, he was the only one who missed.

The Atals cared about it... but they didn't expect to see each other in a place like this.

"It was here, but it's not the hundredth year, but this meeting in a hostile position means that we are still related." Well, if you let me see that fairy, can I miss it? "

In a cold tone, Atal pointed the rifle's muzzle at Araklang and said like that.

"Is that the guy from that time?" You're all alone today... It's a fascinating proposition, but I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it. It's my job, too. "

Gently placing the birdcage, Araklang prepares for battle with his sharp claws out.

"... I'm sorry, but don't think I'm just like I was then."

After losing to Ataru and Caro, Araklan has gained training, and his attack and defense are both strengthened.

Furthermore, the magic power covered the body that had been trained.

"Oh, that sounds pretty strong." But let me return the same words... don't think I'm the same as I was then. "

The narrow-eyed Atar holds a gun and holds Araklang firmly in range.

I was picking up some ammo quickly in case Araklang was a quick pickup.

"You mean we grew up together?" Then all you have to do is fight! ”

With an unstoppable smile, Araklan kicks to the ground and goes straight to Atar.

I hope it's easy to understand.

The smiling Ataru fires a regular bullet at the beginning.

But Araklang easily bounces off the bullets of Ataru's sight with the armor of a scorpion covering his body.

His protruding red armor in a rough shirt seemed to be glowing.

I can't help but think of an attack of that magnitude!

I see.

Still, the Atar fired the same bullets.

Between them, Araklang's tail was stretched sharply, flying a magic knife while blocking it with a shield that used a basalt armor.

Araklan stepped into the area and captured the Atal within range of his attack, as he played all of the Atal's attacks.

Grrrrrrr!

Araklan specializes in melee combat against ranged-type Attackers.

Therefore, he threw his fist toward the atar.

Araklang laughed at his opponent and was convinced of his victory.

”-That would be too sweet.”

Dodging a scorpion-like tail, Ataru lightly evaded his fist, shooting a bullet into Araklan's leg.

It was in the same position as the one that had fired on Araklan, who had fled before.

"Ugh, something small..."

I didn't think I could avoid it, so I showed a little frustration, but I didn't seem to make the same mistakes as before, and it was also recoiled with hard armor.

"Oh, that's hard, too." So, how about this? "

With an impressive expression, Araklang pointed her love gun straight at her, and Ataru fired a bullet in her face without putting it in her hair.

At this time, the distance between the two is only about one meter.

Hmmm!

Nevertheless, Araklang has managed to prevent the bullets with his right-hand armor with a quick reaction.

However, because Atal had anticipated it firmly, he smiled unexpectedly at the movement as expected.

"Ugh... what!?"

The next moment Araklang wondered why he was laughing when the attack was not supposed to have passed, Araklang expressed astonishment.

I'm sorry, it's not just your arms that freeze.

The Atal was loaded with a magic bullet of ice.

The scorpion is not in a cold place.

That's right, the memories from some books are pulled out, and Atar freezes Araklang.

In this case, it can be played, but if it lands, it can trigger the effect without any problems.

"I-It's...! Mmm, well!"

In a moment of surprise, Araklang is frozen with ice bullets.

"Indeed, there were no scorpions in Antarctica." This is my winner. "

After learning about the scorpion's weakness and winning the battle, Ataru turns his back and moves toward the birdcage when he sees that Araklang doesn't move.

At that moment, there was a twitching sound.

What?

As the Atal looked back, the ice covering Araklang began to crack.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and Araklang's expression, which was supposed to be frozen inside, was changing bright red.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arachran, full of magic, blows away the icy ice that covers him, along with his passionate pigeons.

The thick tail of the swaying scorpion bursts into shattered ice.

Damn it.

While blocking the vigorous grains of ice with the shield of Xuanwu's armor, the Atar was deprived of his sight.

The direct strike to the face was stopped by the arm, but it blocked my vision, creating a momentary gap.

Cuckoo!

It was only a short time, but that was enough for Araklang.

Without a second's notice, a fist rushed toward Ataru's belly ─ ─.