Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Has penetrated magic wraps and defensive magic lightly!? Where'd you come from?

Is that martial arts or something? It's an arrow with no change of philosophy, but I don't have time to pull it out. I'm all over this because I'm running away from the dagger of a light warrior that strikes me.

I noticed a slight abnormality in my body. I can't move my body well. It's not like just poison. Something immediate... paralysis poison or something. Paraposition only has stock in the backpack. But you don't seem to have time for me to take that out. I thought to Tama... but I haven't caught up with her magic recovery yet.

I was slapped in the jaw by a light warrior and rolled to the ground. My head creases and my legs are powerless.

Looks like they shook my head out of the blue. I can't talk about good things from earlier and when I try to use more magic, kicks and so on fly in good time.

And the light warrior saw the port crystal without distracting himself from this one.

"Well, what are we dealing with, Gazan?"

There was a skinhead adventurer with a bowgun. There is another mage style honored man on the side. You were both around when Jamito came to the store.

"Boy, you're the bass comb husband. You're as innocent as ever."

"I thought you said it was a funny story, such as impeccability. Crush with overwhelming force. That's enough."

"I mean, you're here... oh, you're here, too, Ciccolo. And the other three?

A magician-style honored man called Ciccolo answers Gazan's question.

"The three of them are on duty with Master Jamito's escort over there. Gazan, is this how much you think this guy's gonna do with all these gestures to get this far?

"I've been using magic I've never seen before. Isn't that a good research material for you?

"Well, that's"

Yu Man, who gets the impression of a snake, looks at this one with an eye like even an experimental animal. I accidentally got a cold sweat on my back.

"Hmm, whatever. Will all we have to do is take him? Just let him faint."

"Yes, yes, my husband shouldn't blame me"

It's a paralyzing body, but I manage to get the Moon Cat up instead of a cane. I was wondering if I'd give up until the end.

"Hey, are you still willing to do this? For a young man, he's sitting there with his guts, but it hurts in vain."

That's what I say, kicking my stomach up thoughtfully. Severe pain and nausea came up.

"Ho, ho, ho"

"Look, just let go of consciousness. Kuku, haha"

Gecid, Gabo, go.

You're definitely not going to let him pass out. Damn it, I don't think so. The taste of blood fills my mouth. Pain is no longer the place to faint.

Those who had left the front earlier while doing so were also recovering. Not good, not good. What do we do!?

"Stay!!

"Hey, what!?

"This voice!? Show yourself where you are, where you are."

If you look at the voice with a sumptuous eye, you can see a shadow over the port crystal.

"You young, smiling outsiders... you have no right to close that future. Blue fruit for an endless future. People, call it the Boys' Ooko!

"You! Who is he!!

"I don't have a name for outdoors like you!!

I thought I said so and the figure disappeared.

Zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu

and at about the same time six giants to my surroundings, descended with the sounds of the ground.

White mask and white twig. And burnt skin in wheat...... no matter what you guys, it's the Maniwa Brothers + Muscle Brothers, right? It does have less skin area than usual, but it hasn't changed much. The only Mr. Morrico has a salad wrapped around him. I have a few minutes... But how the hell did you get here?

"We Yasuda-style gatekeepers, by righteousness, will help you with the knife!

No, I like the lines, but Mr. Maniwa, because the sunglasses are intact. And Mr. Muscle Brothers, if you were posing, you'd understand the whole thing! Can I also say the genre name?

"Oh, hey, that..."

"I don't care..."

Look, it's broken.

"" "You're perverted!

"No, I think that physical beauty is amazing"

Is this guy always saving a hole!? Aren't class A adventurers famous?

"Yeah, I don't know where it is, but I'm gonna do everybody's thing."

"Some sign of the strong. My supreme magical sacrifice."

"They're not the ones that seem rewarding. I'd rather have this prey than a shipment of gold."

Those three were relatively decent. I don't know why I have to stick it in there.

"Earth. Call me. Order in the name of Ciccolo Partimus. Show up and lay down the hammer of death on the fools in front of me! Show it to me! Earthkingdoo!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

The ground in front of Ciccolo shapes what looks like a thriving golem. It's about two and a half meters long. This is amazing without enemies or anything to do with it. Magic that built all those giants in a short time. Probably a configuration close to intrinsic magic. I've just asked Mr. Sefi about some magic formats, but I feel that way.

Mr. Maniwa is the bathcomb. Mr. Minnea blocked Gazan, Mr. Ken blocked his ground king opponent. Looks like Mr. Suige and Mr. Otto and Mr. Morrico are dealing with other adventurers. I'll pick up the parapotion from the backpack before long. Damn, how paralyzed it is to bring it.

"I'm coming."

"Long time no see, brother"

A brown whirlwind rolled up at this 6F.

"Wow, shh, shh, shh, shh."

Adventurer A is slashed with half a cry to a wheat object approaching at a terrible rate. The sword is instantly taken by Mr. Otto's triceps, who took the side-triceps setup.

Kickin '

That doesn't sound like a metal and meat hit!?

He twitches his elbow as he moves straight to the front lat spret structure and rotates. Is this what you think you're just going to get knocked down?

Mr. Suigue took on the Adventurer at the Front Double Biceps and threw him at the other Adventurers as he spun again.

Mr. Morrico decides to head lock while setting up a side chest. I can't wait to see the indescribable smile horrible. I'm glad we're not enemies. Oh, now from Mostmascular to Bearhug...... It's not broken to the spine, is it? But why does the face on the receiving side seem so subtly happy? Oh, the one who praised only one physical beauty!?

It's going to be all cleared up before I recover. The tailored adventurer had been piled up not to mention dead bodies.

"Come on, come on, let's do it. Unlike that kid earlier, I'm guessing you're gonna keep me entertained, huh? They were burning incompletely."

"Well, I don't care about hobbies that bring the weak. I think it's only fair to fight the sinister strong."

"Ha, I don't know how far I can go"

Gazan manipulates the dagger in a very lukewarm and lukewarm motion of the viscosity. I'm going to judge you for that with a knife, Mr. Minnea. I wonder how I can judge a double-edged dagger with my bare hands. It is a mystery of the flesh.

"Lord, you seem to do quite well, but your sword muscles are cloudy. You can't do this to me."

"Ha, hey. It was an environment where you shouldn't live even in dirty work. Die," Sharp Edge "!

Gazan tries to pierce his fist from his stomach to his heart.

But Mr. Minnea doesn't knock it off, he takes the Abdominal and Rhinoceros stance.

Givin.

It was like metal and metal bumped into each other. A painful sound rang in my ear.

So... kara, that sounds crazy! What's going on?

Bakin

Without withstanding the overload, Gazan's dagger broke from the roots. Gazan is frightened with his eyes like he sees something incredible. Minnean flesh danced disappointingly there.

"Now I'm punished. Sleep."

He grabbed his hips from behind disappointingly and threw them against his back at once from where he could not move.

Zuuuuuu

Flesh drawing bridges with stunning Germanic suplex. It was an eye-catching velocity. The occasionally beaten gazan is peeling his white eyes.

"Still immature!

Mr. Minnea seemed unhappy with the angle and the way in.

Hyun, Hyun

The battle between Bascombe and Mr. Maniwa, with a bowgun in one hand and a natted one-handed sword in one hand, was progressing at a distance.

Bass comb that replaces cartridge-like items and replenishes arrows. Is that like a crossbow?

He keeps fighting at a constant distance while refilling over and over. I have a one-handed sword, but the way I fight as a hunter seems basic.

"Chi! I didn't know Rottle would make it this far."

"Ugh, compared to when I was active, I did what I did, though not at all. And you're still flirting with it."

"Hmm, unplug it. I have the will to be a class B adventurer with me. Rotore will do this to you, Weapon Skill" Split Shot ""

An arrow is released more sharply than a bowgun. Probably, but he's the one who pierced my defensive magic. It feels similar to the Piercing Arrow that Mithama used.

Cheon

An arrow that cleaves air and adds momentum turns to Mr. Maniwa. I don't know if I can spot that trajectory if I'm not looking at it from a distance.

"Humph!

but Mr. Maniwa lightly picked and showed with his right index finger and thumb.

"I'll give it back!

Bishun and the thrown arrow headed towards Bascomb at an earlier Weapon Skill-like speed. He seems to have eaten it, but he plays it off hard with a one-handed sword in his hand.

"Come on, you bugger!

"Ma, you're going to be rude toward the Han Woman's" Paradise. "That's enough, I'll make up my mind here, so get ready."

Mr. Maniwa leaning forward. That's like wrestling.

Zom!

Stuck all at once!? In that giant! The bass comb wasn't responding at all.

Keep the tackle covered and take the foot of the bascomb.

Zdavan and rolling bass comb. He held both legs aside and began to spin fast on the spot.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

The bath comb swinging in the buombuon and giant swing is already white-eyed. There will be a tornado. Will Mr. Maniwa not turn his eyes?

"Hey!

He threw it as it was and stuck it in the midst of the adventurers that Mr. Otto and his men had defeated and piled up.

"Well, I haven't had a good exercise in a while."

That fight was him (her?) Is it like light exercise for? I don't know the dimension of strength anymore.

Even in the same B grade, and even though he was retired from active duty, this is all the difference in strength. I think I just found that rank is only an indication of some strength.

Ciccolo and Golem had been cornered by one Mr. Ken. Even though Ken and the others with steel flesh that even plays the sword have mass, how effective is a golem attack made of dirt (?) It feels like.

Ew! Ew! Ew! Aboranamastewayer!

Mr. Ken crushed Golem's left hand and pulled his right hand apart, whilst making an odd noise like a primitive man. Speaking of which, you've never heard a voice before.

Each time, Ciccolo seemed to be healing with magic, but that was close to the limit already.

I don't care what you think.

"Earthking, move! Earthking, why don't you move!?

The roaring proud arm crushes his hands and even his torso scrapes more and more.

"Move, move, move, move, move, move. Ooh."

Arghhhhh!

Bogua

There's a giant wind hole in the torso and the golem collapses. Looks like we've run out of magic to turn to Ciccolo's Golem. Ciccolo is relieved by the fact that his magic is exhausted and his bragging golem is defeated.

Gassi.

Mr. Ken grabbed such a sissy. Drag it to the ground. He held both legs like a front seat, stretched his spine, and pinched his head with his crotch.

In other words.

My groin is pressed against my face...

"GYAAAAAAAAAA!"

A cry from the depths of Ciccolo's heart wooded. I hate that one too much. What a harsh move. Mr. Ken is extremely gutsy with a slightly pleasant face.

Eventually, the scream interrupts and the siccolo, white-eyed and bubbling, enters his eyes. Unbroken......

Let's make sure he never pisses you off. I don't want that one as bad.