Makai Hongi

The brain-muscled vampire ambush was beautifully decided.

Even in the battle that followed, the Vampires were pushing it at first.

But after the confusion has subsided, so has the enemy.

The power of war is now antagonistic.

"You can't just push it off."

The Vampires are pretty strong, too, but the strength of the enemies seems to be considerable.

Although it was good because you rose it well, if it was just an ambush, they would have taken it straight up to a reversal of the situation.

"Well, I guess I'll go too."

And as I walked toward Nehyor, there came forth a man standing still.

"... well, this again"

This looks like another strong guy.

Compared to Wild Hunt's face, he looks slightly different.

My whole body was in bright green. Should I say young grass color? Beautiful color.

I see it for the first time, so I can't tell which race it is.

The amount of magic you hold is quite something.

Estimates, but more than General Farnese.

Maybe comparable to General Melarda.

Even if I evolve, I'm still a heck of a reader of their amount of magic.

I've come to think lately that this is due to the fact that there are two souls.

Magnetic vegetables are light sources. The intensity of light makes an approximate distinction.

I have that image.

And in my case, there are multiple light sources.

The light source "I" is right around the corner, and I can't read it exactly.

"Well, that's no choice."

I am not dissatisfied with the fact that I have helped more than that.

"It was Xama who set this up!

The man who had interrupted between me and Nehyol was furious.

Quite angry.

Because of that, my body tethered out.

"Sweat... not oil?

The outer skin is starting to become null and tedious. Kind of creepy.

I think it's about combat, but what are the signs?

"Reglas, that's Golan. I'm an interesting man. If they interrupt my purpose, they'll have to kill me."

"Naturally, Master Nehyol. No longer will an ambush on Tralzard succeed. Only this man can ever be forgiven. I will surely defeat you."

We were having such a conversation.

I wonder what. Listening to Legras like this makes me feel like a bad guy.

"Po Po, don't turn around because the plan failed. You'll find out."

I tried to provoke him a little.

Is that Peppy?

In the back mountain of my parents' house, the mountain dove rings "Kuru Ku Po Po" every morning, and I have a stronger image of you... is this our exclusive?

Next time, why don't you put Po Po as a candidate, too?

If I had thought of something that didn't have such a benefit, a change would have happened to the outer skin of Leglas.

The outer skin became splendid and changed to a protector-like shape.

Was that oil the lube from this earlier?

Something like a sickle blade is stretching out of my elbow and turning into how dangerous it looks.

(Is it a Tyman Specialized Race?

The toe is also rounded with the krun, where a semi-circular blade appears.

The knee also had a needle protrusion.

With this look from time to time, I think I'm going to have a hard time with everyday life.

So you have the ability to transform or something?

Would you just transform for such a punchy reason?

When so many weapons appear, mass combat is no longer possible.

It hurts more allies than its enemies.

"Leglas, I'll do it, too. Golan needs to be sure to finish here. We'll think about Tralzard later."

Looks like Nehyol will be joining the war.

Honestly, this Legras was unexpected, but what do I do?

I ran my gaze around.

(The war situation is... slightly unfavourable)

Brain muscle vampires, they're doing great.

However, he is currently struggling with his recovered enemy.

Well, I was happy to set up a special attack, so it wouldn't be destroyed sooner.

I shall believe there.

"Well, bring the two of you together."

Legrass of this full-body weapon and Nehyol of the Vampire tribe.

Two on one just seems a little tight, but I can't pull it here either.

If we let Nehyol get away with it, we might never be able to get close again.

I fell back slightly.

Raise the shield of the Sucker Iron and erect the Dagger of the Deep Sea Dragon.

Nehyol is fast enough to say divine speed.

Even in previous battles, it is difficult to say that we have given all our strength.

I still feel like I have my wife's hand.

And Reglas.

It is changing to an insect-like appearance.

It grows like a tin bee needle on your knee, and you can even see the wings.

It's like a kamakiri sickle growing out of your elbow.

The sharp angled form looks quite combat-specific.

"Come on, motherfucker!

I barked.

"Hyah!"

"Hyah!"

"Hyah!"

"" "Hyah!!

That's when a bunch of Augs passed between me and Nehyol.

"I forgot... about those guys"

I've totally lost track of the idiots (them) so far.

Here's the operation in the first place.

First let me stop the enemy's legs, and the Lamia will beat the magic into the spot.

Enemies confused by flying magic bullets move out on their own to avoid it.

At this point, the enemy is no longer able to act as an army.

That's the dimension of a vampire coming from the sky.

Why did you do that?

Because of the slow legs of the Auga tribe.

Nehyol must scout the perimeter.

We had to stop him in order to get him to come from outside that enemy range.

The third part of my strategy is the raid of the Auga tribes.

It was a calculation for the rest of the army to storm.

But only Nehyol, I'll deal with him.

With Legras standing up, his consciousness turned too far that way, but the Auga have been running for this place for a long time.

Now it's time for the Auga tribe to break in.

I think it was exciting, but as much as I forgot.

Neither would the enemy have thought they would be watered from the sidelines.

Looks like it's been a complete surprise. Me, too.

I saw it.

A slightly itchy-eyed Orga clan teased the body from directly next to Leglas, who took a step.

Reglas endured it...... but the second one hit his body as well.

The third body just bumped into each other, and Reglas glanced over.

From the fourth to the seventh thrust there, and Reglas glanced.

I looked up into the sky and dressed up.

That's when I first started saying, "Ah!" and remembered the Auga tribe.

Since the eighth body, it had already become a dough. When it comes to sound.

- Doddle, doddle, doddle.

is.

Reglas was jumped, stomped, kicked, caught, rolled, and gone by a bunch of Auga tribes who came from across.

Neither can I accept the thrust of dozens of Orga tribes coming from unconscious.

Or I think it held up well to about the seventh body. It was a waste of effort.

In the end, there was no Legras on the spot after all the Augus had passed by.

No shadows, no shapes.

By the way, Nehyol seemed to see a rolling reglass, his eyes open to all the jumping and he stared at the Auga people as they left.

Keep your mouth wide open.

After enough time, Nehyol glanced at me.

Quite angry.

I've never seen Nehyol's face so angry.

- Toto, toto, toto.

A bunch of Reapers passed between us late.

Couldn't seem to keep up with the speed of the Auga people's feet.