Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Similar situation to during this time. But this time Mr. Nobsada is different.

"Stonewall!! Mittama, Mr. Kagra, you're not getting out of my back."

Place the magic on the stone walls while guarding the arrows to the people with bows and stairs.

Focus on activation speed this time. This magic was plain to try but user-friendly if it's a people-to-people match.

"Bubble Bomb!"

A bubble bomb that activates as much magic as you want. At the same time as activation, a large amount of softball bubbles occurs near the second floor and all over the stairs. The guys with the bows are also trying to figure out whether they've eaten this or not.

"What the hell? You think you can do something with this bubble?

I looked at the sole and said as one of the men coming down the stairs made a fool of himself. That bubble that comes with the clump starts covering the whole body. The disgusted man tried to kill off the sole with a one-handed sword in his hand.

But the moment a one-handed sword touches the bubble, it can play along with Pern and a loud burst sound. To the one-handed swords "..." The finely smashed torso burst into the man's body with a ruptured impact.

"Ugh...... ahhh"

A man who bleeds from all over his body and flutters like a ghost.

Those who follow will see the figure and stop the hand that was about to be slashed away.

but that didn't end. Purmpern and one bubble after another fly like chains.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Oh, my hand, my hand."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Where the bubbles were clumped together, the flesh and blood bounced to the bones and scattered.

Some in the face, some in the hands, some in the feet. Even if you pay with a weapon, the weapon can be bounced and rendered useless.

The one with the shield was desperate to prevent it with it, but the meat on his back was blown away by the bubbles flying from behind him. Plus, bounce it. The bubbles keep increasing from flying by.

Eventually, by the time the sound of being able to play stopped, no one among the men stood properly, groaning or becoming an indescribable lump of meat and exposed to an unbroken appearance.

Don't pull it off while I'm at it, this. Stupid Bombon and Dave are... not here!? Chi, did you get away? I have my balls positioned outside. If you escaped outside, there must be a signal. Let's do something about Mr. Futuno first.

"Mitama, Mr. Kagra. Let's help Mr. Futuno. I'm going down to the cage."

Two people snorting cocklessly. It's just a little blue, but don't worry about it.

The cage where Mr. Futuno is imprisoned is naturally locked up. Speaking of which, it's odd that Mr. Futuno isn't responding at all even though that was all rampant. It should have been all that expressive. I'm a little more concerned about the crease in my lower back than I've seen in the meantime... No, it's fine there. Identification teacher, it will be fully operational again.

Name: Futuno Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Golden Fox

Class: Witch LV18 Status: Slave

Title: None

[Skills]

Fire Magic Lv3 Wind Magic Lv4 Life Magic Junction Art Lv3 Dagger Lv2 Wand Art Lv3 Negotiation Lv4

[Unique Skills]

Protection of Golden Fox Sealing LV2 Amethris

[Amethris protection]

A testament to those who liked and bestowed protection on Amethris, the goddess of raw and abundant. It has an upward effect on vitality and resistance to various state abnormalities.

Slave!? But no collar, no slave prints!? There are other places to get into, but later.

Do we have to get them out of the cage for now and get Mitamas to test their costumes later?

Focus on the keyhole and focus on the pinpoint to activate the magic.

"Flare Bomb! (Pinpoint Version)"

Bowen and near the exploding keyhole. Due to the blast and fire, the keyhole is about to come off with a whiskey door making a distorted noise.

I control Mithama's attempts to get close, and when I get in first, I glance at him. She also told me that she could be appraised and that if there was anything strange, I would deal with it first and it would be woven.

Mitama stares at Mr. Futuno with an anxious look on her face.

Mr. Futsuno is in a cage. The eyes look vain and unfocused. It's like a doll and I can't seem to be the same person as her constantly smiling in between.

It was then that I approached him to lift him gently and get him out of the cage. Mr. Futuno stands up loosely in slow motion. He comes at me fluffy.

And he stuck my abdomen with a small knife in his hand as it was...

... Looks like it.

"Ha ha, you've done a great job. I'm surprised by that massive magic, but it's no longer helping to stab me with that knife. He's painted with a curse I've carefully crafted. If you get stabbed, you don't have the means to recover."

He's laughing down from near the entrance as if the idiot bonbong had won. Have you come down from different paths? Dave and an unfamiliar adventure-style woman stood beside him. Perhaps that would be Mr. Clay.

From there, I guess it looks like he just poked a good thing knife. But I'm sorry to hear that. There's nothing you can do without stabbing me.

"So?"

Me watching Kellogg and Stupid Bong Bong. The knife that Mr. Futuno had is held in his hand. Though it clenches the blade part. As my master took it in his struggle, my enchantment also gained considerable strength by overlapping protection. If you're as good as Mr. Futsuno right now, you'll be about to start with a kid. It was reinforced while I was savoring the crisis of my life over and over again with my master's special training in hard mode. Something I don't want to die yet!

Turn your scornful gaze to silly bonbong while holding and suppressing Mr. Futuno trying to ramble.

"The boulder-rotten former aristocrats have different things to do. What do you want to do by making a futile spell poison that's no big deal? Well, can't you do anything else? Then is it time to beg for your life? Ready to rattle and tremble in the corner of the room? Ma, I let Mr. Futsuno do this, even you stupid old man know you can't just do it, right??

Threaten to dumb bong bong with killing and ridicule.

I've been hitting it back with a slightly sloppy voice.

"Heh, heh. It's ten years early for you, you little bitch, to speak up to me. Besides, try to do something weird to me. This is what happens."

That's what I said, idiot. Bombon stabs himself in the finger with the dagger he was holding. What, is it also a self-harm habit?

But there's no blood dripping on the dagger that pierced him, and there's no scratch on his stupid bong finger. I heard something pompous from right around the corner if I thought what I wanted to do. If you look down, there is blood dripping from Mr. Futuno's right hand. What is this? He hurries to heel and block Mr. Futuno's wounds.

"Huh, now do you understand? Attack me and it will all be hers. It's the power of the magic prop" Corset of Dominance ". That can no longer even be taken off me. That means you can't attack me. And only her consciousness remains intact. The deeper the despair, the more domination goes. It's never been so much fun."

Nitaa A silly bong that also sounds like a fun way to talk with a much sickening grin on his face.

What corset... is that why it was creeping up? It is no longer a cursed piece of equipment that the person attached to it cannot remove.

And he can't seem to be holding Mr. Futuno and blocking his hands like this.

The armor that was on display near the entrance moves in a gutter when the idiot bonbong starts chanting.

Wandering Armor "Living Armor"

HP, MP: Depends on the magic of the surgeon

Armor made to possess the soul by dark magic. Strength and performance depend on the original soul and the material of the armor itself, the ability of the operator. You have to destroy it completely or unlink it from the operator to defeat it.

Is this kind of artistry possible if the level of dark magic rises?

"This is the best servant I've ever made. I'm using the soul of an A-rank adventurer who's been flowing through my debt. Low-ranked gentlemen, then you have no way of winning. Suffer for making fun of me, hahaha"

It is still a dangerous one. What's the matter? And isn't Mr. Clay going to move it? He seems anxious not to leave an escort because he sounds like a pretty little guy. It would be helpful if it came this way.

"Oh man, you've been kicking my ass for a long time. It's pretty much gone from me. I was beside him as an observer of how broken the kid is, but it's getting a lot more interesting because of you guys coming. Kihihi, you guys better not think you're gonna die easy. Come on, let me deal with that kid ghost of yours. Unlike then, this body is user-friendly. Kuhihi, I look forward to seeing how much you have."

Dave is also confronted by Mr. Kagra to motivate and respond. Then let Mitama handle Mr. Futuno. Will I deal with that big fat ass?

"Mitama, keep Mr. Futuno in check. I can't do anything about it right now."

"...... hmm. Please, Knob, don't lose."

"Whoa, let's just knock it down and let's all go home"

Pull out the moon cat and set it up in a guarded mould. A week after that, just a week. Special training was given as intense as the spirit and room ○. You can't kick your ass like this.