The attacks of Caro, Balkias and Ifria spread the crack on the body of the black lizard, and finally the crack enters his whole body.
"... this is not a good idea"
At first glance it was a situation that seemed to dominate the Caros, but Atal remembered in a hurry to see how it was going.
"What? What is it? Your attack is driving that demon..."
"Eh, framphilia! Defense, please!"
What's wrong with that? Atal gives instructions in a voice pressing on Francilia, who speaks that question in confusion.
In the blue, shining demonic eye of the atar, I could see the magic hidden among the black lizards swelling up.
"" Reject everything, permanent ice wall! ""
If he says so strongly by then, there must be some reason, Franfilia does not question Atal's words, and soon unfolds a wall made of ice before each of them.
"Everybody keep your distance!
And everyone distances themselves from the black lizard according to Atar's instructions.
At the next moment, intense light is emitted from the crack and all the areas that appear to be skin peel off, creating a strong explosion.
"Grrr!"
"Ahhh!
The impact of the explosion strikes everyone, although the framphilia's tense barriers are trembling and somewhat mitigating.
Atal endures the shock by devouring his teeth, and Franphilia, sheltered behind him, screams.
The three Caro, Balkias and Ifria are immune to direct strikes thanks to the ice wall, but they are nonetheless flushed far away because of the current created by the blast.
"- Gentlemen!"
Franphilia speaks up about the whereabouts, and even moves to chase them.
"Francilia!"
But that's stopped by Atal grabbing his arm.
"Mr. Atal, please let me go! I need to go help you guys!
Francilia desperately complains that way, but Atal quietly shakes her neck to the side.
"Those guys will be fine. We can all come back on our own. That's all there is to it. - More than that... he, the black lizard... no, is he a white lizard now? Looks like he recognized us as enemies."
The black lizard, which peeled off something black that covered the epidermis, was now bright white.
I found myself firmly in sight with Franphilia and Atal to stare at me.
"I mean..."
Franphilia takes a breath of relief.
"It means we both have to take him down."
The sighing atar flaunts his shoulders with a tired look.
"Duh, what shall we do...?
I attacked by three people, and they blew me away.
Against so powerful an opponent, this one has only two main Francilias: Ranged Attack Atal and Magic.
My people who target me in melee are far apart.
From Francilia's point of view, it was a hopeless situation.
"No matter what they tell me to do, I just have to do what I can. I attack with bullets. Then he should be attacking me around. Franphilia needs my help. - All right, here we go!
When Atal declares so, he moves underwater and releases a bullet.
Even if the impact of water is low, consider the impact on the surroundings and be careful not to use the attributes of lightning, as it is now underwater.
In a situation where the battle is inevitable, the remaining framphilia also decides to be prepared.
"Coverage - that means no powerful attacks are required"
Once she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her face changed from the next moment she opened her eyes.
And remembering Atal's instructions, Francilia starts to move thinking about what she can do.
Ataru, on the other hand, is shooting a variety of bullets trying to figure out what kind of change it makes when it turns white.
The peeling off of the epidermis reveals a slight decrease in defense.
You were playing a restraining role, the movement is getting faster.
I didn't use it at first, but now I'm spitting out black balls and using it to attack.
Black balls can be offset by punching multiple bullets of holy attributes.
Otherwise, attacks using nails and fangs will be the focus.
- These were the results of Atal's analysis during the fight.
"Well, that's not an inevitable attack."
To this point, Atal's physical abilities, which have defeated many demons, have been considerably enhanced, and he will not be attacked just quickly.
"Shh, wow, I can't believe you're moving so fast and avoiding attacking your opponent..."
Francilia is still amazed at Atal's movements here.
When we fought together on the city's defensive lines, ranged attacks were at the centre, and we didn't think our physical abilities were this high.
But I can't help but be surprised at Franfilia either.
"The best way to provide cover is to blunt his movements..."
Francilia adds the magic she can use and the characteristics of lizard-type demons to derive what she can do to help with the claws.
And Francilia activates the ice magic she's good at.
However, it does not have a clear form of ice, but rather magic in a certain area.
Slowly and reliably shed magic, lest the white lizard enlighten him.
"That's pretty good."
I laughed thinly just at my mouth all the time. Atal guesses what Francilia's aim is and releases a bullet in a row so that his attention is focused on himself.
Strong Normal Bullets, Gyrobarrets, Wind Attribute Bullets, Holy Attribute Bullets - Shooting them in one after another.
The damage of a single blow is not as great in itself, but an attack that is inhibited by one bullet after another and not hit.
Irritated by both of them, the white lizard launches his first big offense.
The blow of the heavily shaken nail is avoided by the claws lightly.
However, just a tip of the nail blushes the cheek of the claw to cause slight bleeding.
White lizards, frustrated by the fact that all attacks have been avoided so far, rejoice and raise their voices like they are not voices.
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But after that blow, Atal won't even make the attack.
Being attacked deliberately induces you to focus your consciousness even more on the atar.
In the meantime too, the magic of Francilia covers the perimeter.
The irritable white lizard tries to increase its speed and attack the claws, but not its speed.
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Why? Why are you moving dull when you're still supposed to have strength and magic?
Yes, it was already late when the white lizard thought about it, and this field was dominated by The Ice Witch.
- You can't move it any more.
To that look on Franfilia's face, who laughed lusciously in the scenery surrounded by cold ice enough to freeze herself, the atar was also enough to remember the war.