My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

Poisonous purple fog blown out. The fog caused Morgarnike to fly back and forth.

And run out in the right hand direction at the same time as landing. It bypasses the poisonous mist spit out by the armored dragon, putting up a sword and fleshing to the armored dragon.

The sword is filled with a bright red flame. The Fire Blade, an attack aid magic of the Fire system.

Morgar nike filled with flame-holding swords in his hands and all at once. Armored dragon legs loom in front of his eyes.

Armored dragon body wrapped in a strong crust. Supporting that body are countless little legs.

No matter how hard the armored dragon has a crust, its strength decreases if it is also a leg. Targeting that leg with thin armor and reducing the number of legs to deprive the Warcraft of its mobility. That was the purpose of Morgarnike.

Armored dragon legs looming in front of you. Like countless legs creeping, it makes me feel a certain disgust. But Morgarnike swallows that disgust all the time, flashing the sword in his hand to the side.

A few armored dragon legs dance into the universe along with a deafening slashing sound.

That's right, armored dragons, too, they'll feel pain if they lose their legs. Raise a bitter growl and tremble its giant to bore you.

The main weapons of the armored dragon are poison and fangs. But most importantly, the giant itself is a terrifying weapon of great mass.

Crush the little enemy right beside you, or the armored dragon swings its giant wide and sideways.

But Morgarnike had already left the danger zone. The armored dragon giant is indeed a terrible weapon, but for its mass the movement is dull.

Immediately leave after adding a blow. That would be one of the usual means of fighting slow-moving enemies. Morgarnike had also chosen the usual means.

Maintain a constant distance from Warcraft, read Warcraft movements and approach suddenly. Then flash the sword and take a few legs, then leave quickly.

By repeating it, the countless legs present beneath the body of the armored dragon diminished its number little by little.

"Oh. I don't think I really need your help."

If Morgarnike turned to the voice he heard from behind, there was the appearance of his people there.

"Jaddock, Mille IL. Why are you here?

"Tatsumi's instructions. Morgar, help Master Nike."

"He also said he might not need backup. And then we take down the last normal body a little bit sooner, and we all try the mutant,"

"Right. Then don't hesitate to ask for help."

With the comforting support of his companions, Morgarnike laughs invincibly.

"Aim for the legs. Stop him. But don't ever push it. If you hit it, retreat regardless of the outcome."

Jaddock and Mille nod with a serious look at Morgarnike's instructions given again.

"Let's go!

Morgernike rushes out with the hanging voice. And Jaddock and Mille follow suit.

Against the armored dragon, Morgarnike to the right and Jadok and Mille to the left.

The head of the Warcraft is also shaken left and right, as if to judge a small enemy divided into two hands.

The first to receive the enemy was the fastest legged mill il. Keep the running momentum on the spear and stick your full strength toward the armored dragon's leg with your exhalation.

A spear tip made of flying dragon material sinks deep into the armored dragon's leg. Mille pushed the spear further as she tried to get her whole body on.

And after giving me the last twist, I quickly pulled out the spear and retreated. There, now Jaddock runs in.

Now the four arms of Jadok are gripping are a puncture axe and a two-wielded little sword. This little sword was borrowed from Mir 'il earlier, and its blade is made of Fei Long material.

"Ho............ Saaah!!"

Jaddock swings horizontally through the stabbing axe, which was positioned in the lower back, with all the muscles and twisting forces on his body.

The cutting-edge of the stabbing axe captured the scar Mille had decided on earlier brilliantly, crushing both legs as they were around the crust of the wound.

Furthermore, Jaddock wields the twisted sword endlessly at an unnoticed speed, continuing to destroy another leg.

If the sharpness of the Feilong material is combined with the skill of Jadok, it seems possible to destroy the less powerful legs.

And even on the other side across the giant of the Warcraft, Morgarnike slashes off the legs of the armored dragon by waving a flame-hosted sword.

Dozens of legs have already been severed or smashed. But the armored dragon is still moving around vigorously.

Warcraft sputtered poisonous fog vigorously toward Mill 'il, who still stood up for spears and shouted.

But Mille had predicted this. Suddenly change the direction of the run, avoiding the poisonous fog that has been thrown out. Then Morgarnike and Jaddock attack the fleshy, more warcraft legs from separate directions to the gap where Mill is attracting the attention of the armored dragon.

When Jaddock swings the stabbing axe down vigorously, the crust that wraps his legs bounces and flies. When Jaddock punched the stabbing axe over his head again in an attempt to strike another blow to the same spot.

Suddenly a glimmer of wind blows through the woods and at the same time his surroundings are stained with purple.

Jaddock falls down to roll to the ground as he follows his account, closing his eyes in a daze and also throwing away the stabbing axe he was shaking up.

Apparently, some of the poison fog I threw up earlier toward the mill was accidentally flushed by the wind.

Fortunately, being blown away by the wind made the poison fog less dense, and Jaddock was hardly affected by the poison fog by his escape to the thinner ground of the toxin.

"Already......!! Ijiwal wind!!"

Jaddock complains of a sudden breeze as he gets up quickly.

"Are you okay, Jaddock?

Morgarnike, worried about him and rushing aside, asks with his eyes on the armored dragon.

"Yeah, it's okay, Master Morgernike. But I can't believe I've been idyllicized by a natural phenomenon... after all, is Atashi too good-looking a woman?

"Don't worry if you can slap such a light mouth."

Keeping his attention to the Warcraft, Morgarnike smiles bitterly.

We are in nature now. Naturally, the possibility of unexpected natural phenomena should be considered.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to advise you to pay attention to the wind. It's my fault."

"Alan, I'm not wacky that Master Morgarnike is bad... then after this hunt, would you like me to offer you an apology?

"Oh, fine. I'll buy you as many drinks as I can. But it's all since we defeated the Armored Dragon."

"Motyron."

When Jaddock picks up the abandoned puncture axe, he swings it around a few times to make sure there's no abnormality.

"Come on, just to get drunk... let's do another good job"

Jaddock had a struggling grin on his face.

Armored dragon legs are certainly innumerable. But it's not infinite.

Armored dragons are slightly deprived of their legs by three Warcraft hunts. Eventually, when he lost most of his legs, he was finally unable to support the giant and fell to the ground on the sidelines.

The armored dragon giant falls into the earth, sounding the ground. The trees that are entangled are broken, and the leaves of the trees that descend upon the earth dance into the universe.

Naturally, the Morgarnikes are quickly evacuating to the safety zone.

The overthrown armored dragon turns desperately to wake up his body, but without the legs to support his body, he just falls back into the ground.

Morgarnike lines up in the front of such a warcraft and begins chanting spells.

Along with the chanting of the spell, a fire appears around him. And that fire keeps increasing its number, and eventually countless flames begin to drift around him.

Though I can't support my body, the armored dragon is not dead.

Warcraft tries to fight back while pointing a faceless double eyed at a small enemy in the front.

The only means of counterattack left in the armored dragon today is to spit poison mist. The Warcraft points its mouth at the enemy and opens its mouth wide in an attempt to spit out poison fog.

But that was the moment Morgernike was after.

Armored dragons who can no longer move will invariably throw up poison fog. Because that is the last means of resistance left to the Warcraft.

And to invite it, Morgarnike stood in front of the fallen Warcraft.

Just before the Warcraft opened its mouth and spit out the poison fog. The innumerable fires that were floating around Morgarnike killed the armored dragon in unison.

No, the fire arrived with the mouth of a wide open warcraft. From there, the fire breaks into the body of the Warcraft so that it can be inhaled.

The most preliminary attack magic of the Fire system, Fire Bullet. It is a single-attack magic that causes a small explosion when landed on a target.

But if a skilled person handles it, their destructive power can be frightening, even if it is preliminary magic.

Because of the narrow range of explosions, Fire Munitions can only attack ranges. But what happens if you make up for that point in numbers?

Increasing the number of Fire Bullets allows for simulated range attacks so that "points" are "surfaced" once collected.

A small explosion occurs in a chain in a limited space called the mouth of an armored dragon. Even though it's just an armored dragon, it's not protected by armor until it's in your mouth. A continuous explosion occurs in its mouth and a flaming storm bursts around in its mouth.

Explosive flames that destroy the mouth extend to the entire head. Compared to its giant, the head of a small armored dragon could not withstand an explosion from the inside, which eventually dissipated and caused the surrounding area to shake a rain of fluid and flesh pieces.

"... looks like you're doing well"

Exhaling a howl of relief, Morgarnike looks at the armored dragon that stopped him from moving.

It is the legs that are still tingly cramped, but it is clear that their lives have been exhausted.

"I can't believe I blew the head off an armored dragon, that's right, Master Morgarnike."

"I was just trying to imitate Tatsumi my way."

Earlier, Morgarnike watched Tatsumi blow the head off an armored dragon with "Magic Strike".

He thought, by his own means, of reproducing it.

Morgernike cannot explode by pouring magic into his enemies like Tatsumi.

Then you just have to recreate it another way. And what I came up with was sending Fire Bullets into my body from the mouth of an armored dragon.

Nevertheless, this means will not work for fast moving opponents, as chanting is longer than usual to align "firebombs" that just destroy them from within.

This time, even the dull armored dragon of movement is the opponent, and even more so, it can be said that it was the means that could have been used because it killed the legs and completely sealed the movement.

"Well, this usually cleared my body of everything. Remaining is…"

The gaze of the three men is directed towards a giant warcraft that is raging a little further away.

From time to time, lightning strikes around its warcraft, and it will be the attacks of Calcedonia and Tatsumi that make Zhu Jin shine.

Apparently, you two are still alive.

However, the attack is quite sporadic. As if, you don't think you're going to defeat a giant armored dragon.

"Tatsumi and Karse, it sounds like you're gonna keep your big fat ass on the lookout until the Atsushi rendezvous."

"Oh. Probably had to wait for us to rendezvous"

Variants often have special abilities that are not normally found in the body. Earlier, Mille just asked me about the ability that the body doesn't normally have for that giant mutant to round the body and roll itself.

"Let's hurry up and rendezvous with them!

Morgernike and Jaddock nod at Mille Il's words.

All three are wary enough. There is still room in terms of health.

We quickly ascertained that there were no further irregularities in the weapons and protective equipment, and the three ran out in full.

to our people waiting for us to join them.