Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

(... hahahahahaha. The rendezvous point with Mr. Matuda is still ahead. The location of the other faces is unknown)

Lost his means of attack, Mithama runs the field with the potion in his mouth. The shoes on the right leg that were left because they were not balanced were then removed and barefoot. Feeling the signs of a sticky chameleon looming behind me. Fly your nerves sharply and unexpectedly flying tongues and adhesive liquids in inches, rolling and flipping it as you jump into the front. Yet the flesh, which moves as supple as a wild cat, managed to respond to Mittama's thoughts, even with fatigue.

(... You can't take these guys to Gramada. If so, we'll have to aim for the rendezvous point. With any luck, someone should be able to notice)

We chose not to attack the dark clouds, but to escape. Even if it is unusual, it is forced to move the body that is still likely to fall in, in order to gain a chance to survive and fight back. My heart, urging me to breathe so much that I don't have enough air, is so painful that I'm about to break my pulse with dokundokun. I'm going to lose my mind as soon as I lay down without healing my tiredness due to the loss of magic.

(... Damn it!

Bichoa

Jump obliquely into the flying adhesive and turn away. He took a gobble and rolling passivity and used the momentum to get up quickly.

Bichoaaa

But my tongue, flying from another direction, tangles up Mittama's legs. Even if I wield a short knife, I lose balance in my ability to attract more than I expected and hit my ass with a grand bang. At the judgment of the stammer, the knife is pierced into the earth, but the stabbed blade is slight, but it is starting to move. As it is, I may run out of grip and let go. Above all, there's no way the other one left could just be done.

I didn't know Mitama in detail, but Sticky Chameleon's tongue is very elastic and just cut it off is so strong that the blade won't pass. He was such a big eater that he drank a large adventurer when he also became a larger individual.

(... they'll do it like this. then attack and find life in death)

Prepare your gaze toward the sticky chameleon.... that was then.

Pippin.

For the first time in a long time, the feeling was revived in Mitama's body as water seeped into the dry sand. The magic that was depleting is twisting and recovering. The momentum grew with each passing hour, and the tiredness in Mitama had already disappeared.

At the same time she releases her hand grabbing the knife. The tongue rewinded with recoil and momentum.

Mitama uses both hands to carve the mark. Ninjutsu activates the technique by combining a number of signs instead of chanting. And in the case of Mitama, unlike Knobsada, I can only remember one technique per level of ninja. However, the power and the amount of magic consumed required most of the magic held by Mitama's current state after only one shot was fired due to a difference in digits.

"... Fire" Heel "- Fire Zone Storm" Let's Kanlan "!!

Goughty as surrounding Mitama's body, the firepillar winds a vortex, widening its range and burning up softly. Naturally, there was no way that the tongue that was wrapped around it could have just been done, and it had been wiped out and collapsed.

The momentum of the flames will not stop. By the time it continued to expand and disappear, it had turned a radius of about 30 meters into a burning field. What was left was what was a former chameleon. It has become a black coal extinguishing and remains on the spot.

And when I touched him to take out the soul stone, it collapsed into the earth in tears.

I think it's a little too much, but the person who did it didn't just take the change shoes out of the magic pouch and change them and rush right out. Earlier gloom can't seem to hold back the grin that now spills.

"... knob helped me again..."

Knobsada is coming close. Up to a distance enough for magic to reach.

"... but not this. Not yet. If you're gonna stand next to a knob and walk, you gotta be stronger."

Tightening his cheeks, which were loose with garlic, Mithama rushed out to the rendezvous point.

The impending demons were about to step over the last trench to the eastern gate of Gramada.

Still, the Knights, Guards and Adventurers are united to support the front. With the gate behind him as a formation of backwater, he was hurting but fighting through.

But there are only a few that can already fight and the number of wounded can reverse and hope to return to the front immediately. There are also many wounds, large and small, that can be fought. Both weapons and protective equipment were so bloodstained that they emitted a strange odor.

Still, they don't retreat.

Everyone is battling their hearts with different thoughts.

A number of clerics, magicians, have put their canes up just in front of the gate, reaching out and maintaining their boundaries. There was no room for that expression, and it was full of exhaustion and lack of magic. Still enduring all my teeth as I seep through my sweat. While doing so, there was also a demon coming into contact with the kingdom. There was tension that I didn't know when to break.

Dossa.

Still a young cleric falls unconscious because of the use of too much magic. Those who could not use the connective technique of refraining from the rear used stretchers to carry them out, but there was nothing to return to in turn. They had to be maintained in the same number of people.

"Is this tough on boulders?"

"Hey, what are you gonna do when the best user in the city makes such a weak noise?"

If an old man dressed in the priestly coat of the Temple of Amethris makes a slight weak sound, an old magician who can say it's somewhere medium-sized will soothe. We know that we don't have that much magic left over from each other, but we still couldn't rest or fall any more than we had nothing to return to.

"Even if they say so, I'm old, too. Just a little bit. Although I'm not willing to give up so easily."

"Naturally. If this guy doesn't finish, he'll be able to worship his grandson."

"Hey, what no!?

The old man's face distorts in amazement. The old man looked sideways with his face.

"I was just summoned by this guy, so I was late, but I was able to report it. She's in her third trimester now, Father-in-law."

"How could you ever do such an important thing... Yeah, definitely."

Where is the wind that the old man blows without worrying about the old man's wickedness? Still, at the next moment, that expression turned into something that looked at reality harshly.

"That's why. Wouldn't it be a good idea to die here? I need you to name your grandson."

"Whatever. Until I have my grandson, I will die."

The old man holds down his trembling leg with one hand while putting up a cane. The old man also raised his cane with both hands high and enchanted himself into a kingdom where demons bump into each other.

Kickin 'Kickin' Kickin '

A giant bee about a metre long puts a poison needle out of his lower abdomen and hits an invisible junction. The eagle and six legs were moving in front of him because he was still in the air. They cannot be attacked because they are overwhelmed with maintaining their bonds. It is because this kind of thing is flying in front of me, it also accumulates hard work.

There was one shadow running over to them like that.

"It's okay now! Why?

Protrude more and more into the ground without a two-handed stick fitted with soul stones to synchronize magic to the junction.

"Yes! Here we are!!

That's what Futuno, the fox beast man, said as he let out an amount of magic that could be twisted out by a few people at once. When the viewer sees it, there are almost broken places. The junction is overwritten and renewed around the side. Neither the old man nor the old man can hide his flashy face.

"Complete tuning! And now we're done repairing it! Grannies, I'll take care of this place for a rest."

The nose is rough, the tension is unclear, and there is a slight pull on the appearance of Futsuno. By the way, besides the two old men, about ten of them packed here. During an earlier conversation between the old men, he said, 'Rear full!' And it was a matter of no choice that a few of them were turning their gaze of resentment. I don't have a choice.

An old man who is unexpectedly on his knees and walks into the spot prompted by Futuno. I'm crawling on all fours wondering if a few people have lost their minds so they can be caught.

"Let me do it, let me do it, let me do it! Let the demons do our homecoming.

The fierce Futuno maintains its boundaries while still targeting giant bees that fire arrows and fly across them. The unguarded giant bee had been on fire for no time to avoid due to the fact that nothing had been fought back earlier. He rolls on the ground, lives and moves his legs, but without mercy, Futuno's two-handed stick slips in and stops the movement.

The magic power used by Futuno was instantly replenished from the arrow tip used and was always kept full.

"Guys, just hold on a little longer. There is hope. And it's just around the corner! If you lose like this, Akan!

Few truly took the word. But as we do our best, we excite ourselves to rise again to the appearance of Futuno, who diligently maintains our bonds.

"Such a young lady is trying so hard to make us snag."

"Right. You're embarrassed that you almost gave up a little. The adventurers in front of them say that's what they're fighting for by exposing their lives to arrows."

Olds who don't stand up because their knees are trembling but reach out both ways to maintain their bond. Few things have just recovered from stunning. It's magic, but Futsuno played a part in adjusting the maintenance of the junction. It was easier for him to do so. Futsuno nods loudly, smiling so much that he falls in love with them like that.

(Knob-kun, we're losing. I definitely want to hold out until Knob-kun gets here. Because I've been waiting for you)