My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

"Luke... that torso, just the dirt part... [disassembles] will you..."

Noir shook his shoulders, pointing to the wreckage of the tripartite Mad Golem.

"If the prediction is correct... so, Blanc's, I can be sure of his whereabouts..."

"Okay, I'll try"

Touch the wreckage of the Mad Golem to activate [analysis] and [disassembly], causing only the areas constituted by the soil to collapse quickly.

Later what was left was multiple large demonic stones and the intricate metalworking that led to them.

"What's this?

"Demon... Mad Golem could have used Bran's magic... Reason... Magic, relay device..."

"I see. You were letting Mad Golem use the magic that the main unit can use via this trick. What do you mean, big, sticky demonic stones are the source of energy?"

Noir kept his mouth shut and lay his eyes down with a sinking face.

"... via the demon of use, magic activation is... away from the surgeon, the more difficult it is... performance also falls. But Bran's magic was... as it used to be..."

"Which means Bran's hiding nearby."

Summarizing the information we know at the moment makes it most sensible to think so.

Noir, however, shook his head small and sideways, poking the reception device he had been analyzing at me until just now.

"This device has been specially adjusted for long-range operation... At close range, manipulation sucks because efficiency…"

If we focus on using the demon - in this case, the magic activation that brokered the Mad Golem - Bran will be right near us.

However, the receiving apparatus that operates the Mad Golem specializes in operating from a distance, which is said to be inefficient at close range.

"... Luke, what do you think...?

It took the form of a question, but Noir had hypothesized himself and seemed to be trying to see if I could come to the same idea.

I concentrated my consciousness only on my thoughts for a few seconds to derive the most convincing possibilities.

"Bran is not here. On the contrary, I think it might be suspicious to be on the ground. Probably from the underground 'Demon King's Castle area'... or remotely from Demon King's Castle itself?

Noir snorted, agreeing with my hypothesis.

"In the first place, if I had the means to send Blanc himself to the ground, I wouldn't have had to do such a laborious thing. Damn, don't you think that's natural?"

After a battle in the 'Demon King's Castle area' around the position, the Golden Tooth Knights recovered the remains of the Siege Golem and brought them into the fortress.

But the Siege Golem was planted with multiple Mad Golems in advance, and I saw the gap and activated it to destroy the remains of the Siege Golem, the remains of the Demon General Norzuri, and some of the fortresses - this is the sequence of things.

Mad Golem, where Blanc was the magic relay point, is also a residual individual who snuck into the ground in the wake of chaos.

I can only think of one reason I bothered to go through all this trouble.

If we hadn't done this, we wouldn't have been able to send our forces to the ground side of the Hollow Bottom Fortress.

Then it is to think that Blanc himself is on the ground that he has a decisive contradiction.

"Hey White Wolf's! You haven't found the main body yet!

"Enjoy some more!

"Damn it! People are still absurd, damn it!

Garnett continues to run around endlessly, waving the sword of Mithril and kicking the earthly shape.

I threw a more stepped question at Noir to settle Garnet's demon stone before it ran out.

"Noir. Is there a means to be able to use all the magic, via the use of demons in remote places? If not, I can be convinced that the Demons have their own technology..."

"... there is... but not by legitimate means..."

I don't want to believe it, I don't want to think about it. It conveys so much that I don't like what you think.

But still, Noir kept saying words to squeeze them out.

"... of the human body, remodeling... is not just a means for the demons... to be stuck in research, a wizard... quitting the human race, is not uncommon..."

"Humane modification…"

"I don't know what kind of modification... I need, I need... I don't think it's easy. But... you can, you should... if you're a demon, especially..."

"It's like they turned Falcon into a dragon man. Whatever you do, it's not weird."

Even though I thought I was safe because I fell back on the Demon King's Army, the flesh parents had actually already undergone a modification - something like this hard and natural.

There's nothing I can do to break my heart trying to consolidate my will to fight.

All I can do is keep fighting with you till the end.

"I don't think so, but it doesn't mean the earthlings are also created from underground."

"That's... maybe I can't. Somewhere else, Mad Golem... it's on the air, it should be... where it is..."

Noir pointed to the night sky in some confusion.

A flat-sized little bird doll is flying to patrol directly above where Garnett and the Earthlings are fighting.

"It's your demon. How long have you been flying?"

"... if you follow the waves of magic... you know where you're using magic..."

"I just can't find my target and it just looks lost..."

Needless to say, Noir was helping to explore the magical activation point that was generating the Earthlings.

But he hasn't been as effective as he thinks it is.

Has my twin sister's means of fomenting the boulders been countered?

When the person is deep underground and the Mad Golem at the relay point is unable to locate, the batter is almost...

"No, wait."

Unexpectedly, intuition passes through the back of the brain.

"Blanc couldn't use some kind of magic to create earthly shapes, could he?

"Oh, oh... you're right..."

"I mean the magic that became available after falling back on the Demon King's Army, because when we were talking about Dustin, the Demon General Vestri was using the same magic..."

Quickly organize your thoughts and turn your flashes into concrete maneuvers in your head.

"... it's worth a try. Noir, prepare the magic. I need someone who can get the damage down to the ground."

"Of the ground...? Oh... right!

"Garnett! You see the noir user demon! Blow me the dirt shapes directly beneath it!

"I don't know, I get it! Let's go!

A magic slaughter carried out with a horizontal giraffe crushes a large number of earthlings together.

A space full of nothing opens its mouth directly beneath the puppet of the Devil's Bird.

At that gap, Noir activated the magic of the whole body.

"...... avis iraptions......!

When I wonder if a red and black print has appeared on the surface, the black flame cracks the ground and erupts like a geyser.

Breathtaking without expecting more destructive than you might have assumed.

The diameter of the range of effects is at best about ten steps, but considerable power is concentrated in its limited area.

"Whoa. Didn't I mean to expose you?

Garnett also looked up at the black-fired firepillar with his smiley face.

After finishing his magical activation, Noir exhaled a long caged breath of fatigue, also forgetting to wipe the sweat that seeped into his forehead.

The earthly flock is just as immobile standing on the spot as it was when the monolithic Mad Golem was slashed and thrown away.

Where the firepillar was extinguished, Garnett turned to us for a detailed explanation.

"So, what did you want with that one?

"The magic that creates the earthly form is the same as the demon general Vestri used in this previous battle. I don't know why, but what if Blanc can now use the same magic as Vestri..."

"Oh well. There's another one. Vestri and other demons used magic when attacking positions."

Underground lurking - thereby continuing to conceal himself and create earthly shapes - is exactly the same tactic used by Demon General Vestri against Dustin.

Instead of failing to locate the target, the little bird doll continued to discipline the target diving beneath the ground.

Conversely, it could also be said that Bran was stirring up the tracking means that Noir specializes in by constantly moving through the ground.

"... the earthlings have not collapsed... the magic has not yet been solved..."

At the next moment, a half-baked Mad Golem crawled out from beneath the ground, which was burned black and crushed.

More than half of the constituents are lost and the remaining areas are about the upper body and one arm.

Weak magic engulfed them, shaping the phantom of Bran's appearance.

"Shh, shh! How, how, how!

Worn out and dirt is crumbling from under the phantom.

No matter who saw it anymore, the collapse of that Mad Golem was close.

"Sister, please, listen to me! I really can't! You won't be forgiven if your sister doesn't come!

Bran comes desperately close to the noir as he crawls with only his remaining arms.

The drawn face distorts to sell the flair, just keeps throwing up a convenient word.

Garnett took a step to stab him in the stomach, looking down at it with a mixed look of contempt and pain, but Noir hand-wrestled it.

"It's me, I haven't been trusted by Master Gandalf yet... and if this operation fails, it will be remodeled. Now they might make you look like Falcon or Julia..."

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"No! I don't like that! So, huh? Please, sister, come back? Because I will persuade Master Gandalf to accept your sister's friends too!

I didn't think you were lying.

It's obviously a plea from the bottom of my heart.

I guess Bran no longer has the means left.

Perhaps the Mad Golem is the last of its kind, and the next relay point is not available.

"So, so! I don't want to be a monster!

"... so you tried to kill me..."

"Come on, I'm sorry I said I'd kill you! It was an order! Kill him or bring him back! But let's make up like we used to, huh? Right?"

"That's okay... if the position was the other way around... I'm sure I would have done the same thing, because I would have done the same thing. But..."

Noir quietly extended his arm and concentrated his magic on his hand.

"Still, I don't want to betray everyone."

"... ugh! Nowahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I'm sorry, Bran"

Magic bullets are fired into the Blanc of the Angry Phase.

The face of the Mad Golem flies with every magic character in the steeple, stopping all functions.

Bran's phantoms disappear, and the ground-shaped flock that had stopped is shattered and collapsed.

Noir looked back slowly and smiled at his face, which was still about to cry.

I'm sure Blanc's whereabouts await the end of the road where he thinks he's better off dead.

I guess the fact that you beat your real sister to hell like that continues to weigh heavily on Noir's mind, even if a third party tries to justify it.

I didn't know what to say to her like that.

".................. Luke"

Noir fluttered over here, trying to fall in and bury his face in my chest.

And I pushed my voice to death and wept.

"Sorry...... do...... Only now..."

"I know."

Noir made himself an enemy that should consolidate his determination and defeat his real sister.

When it came to what I could do to her, it was just to take tears to heart.