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

"He's sucking up magic from the ceiling of this hierarchy, trying to regenerate the flesh, isn't he? The light-emitting function stopped and the night stopped dawning... which means this hierarchy was eaten by him."

Resolution of the problems entrusted to us by the administrator Fraxinus and the suspension of the light-emitting function of the underground space ceiling.

The anomalies that plagued the inhabitants of Athlopolis, all of which could uproot the flora and fauna of this hierarchy, were caused by ancient (if any) warcraft that were parasitizing and sucking up magic for physical regeneration.

Who the hell could have imagined this?

Exactly an anomaly, an event outside the scope of the assumption.

"What do you do, try that destruction? You're the one making the decision."

Dustin, carrying a two-pronged demon spear, leads the judgment as he looks to Giant Wolf Scoll.

Indeed, it is I, the commander of the regiment, who is now in a position to make decisions in this setting.

It is unacceptable to make weak noises about what is beyond your control.

The question, however, is whether we can fight and win by fulfilling it and whether there are other more efficient and secure means.

"... if they don't move, gather the information first"

I put my hand in my right eye and activated [disassembly], converting my right eye to the "right eye of Ji Zhi".

An eyeball transformed into a blue flaming mass of magic finds a secret structure in a large room filled with dazzling light.

"Walls... ceilings... are magic streams embedded in the floor as well? Looks like there were all kinds of tricks in the room, but the magic path flowing through them was twisted..."

A stream of magic that repeatedly joins branches inside walls and floors, as if it were a geometric river.

Perhaps it was a path to supply the necessary magic to move the various gimmicks that are common in dungeons.

But they were forcefully distorted along the way and concentrated in a certain place.

"... That giant beast is where we're going. Can't we cut off the influx of magic somehow...?

If it's caused by the fact that Warcraft Scoll is sucking up magic, you can expect to improve the situation if you cut that flow off.

"If you don't be polite, I might wake you up."

"I know. But that's what I care about until I find a way to block the magic."

Affirming the advice of the brave Ezel, he follows the path through which magic flows with the 'right eye of wisdom', making sure that Scoll traces it back from the direction of sleep.

It's like unraveling a maze drawn on paper from a goal.

If those are the magic supply routes for controlling some sort of trick, then there must be some way to manage the trick and the supply.

Looking for and manipulating or destroying this guy is a constant means when attacking gimmicks that have difficulty breaking through the front in the adventurer's quest for dungeons.

"... there it is, that one. Everybody, come here."

If the entrance and exit leading to the spiral staircase are on the approximate central wall of the Great Hall from which Warcraft Scoll sleeps in the upper hand (Kamizu), a poor (often) wall located on the opposite side.

I called everyone on the wall and then triggered an operating lever disguised as part of the wall.

shaggy, and the sound of physical skill (this way) actuated, and the horizontal operating board appeared from the wall as if it were a desk drawer.

"Maybe now we should be able to control the magic flow. Noir, Hild. You think you can do something about it?

"I'll try. If you're stuck, Mr. Noir can help."

Hild advances forward himself and reaches for the operating board.

In conjunction with the operation at hand, the letters and symbols disappear when they emerge with magic luminescence on the wall in front of them.

"The easiest development is this is the pattern where the anomaly is fixed and Scoll stays asleep..."

The moment I joke about Garnett and say that, the landscape reflected by my right eye suddenly twists and twists.

"... be...!

In an instant, I wondered if my vision of my left eye was encased in darkness, and I saw a completely different sight in front of me than the great hall we were in.

- The blowing dust is covering the sky.

The sky is faint, the earth is desolate, and a breath alone is likely to lead to death covering the surface.

Too huge a shadow in front of you.

At first, it seemed as if it were a mountain.

But the reality was the figure of a giant wolf literally rushing through heaven and piercing the clouds, with his forelegs in the largest mountains around him.

Confronting me, the owner of this vision is not Luke Whitewolf or anything.

Nameless, Wise Man, or Alphazle.

A man called by those names floated into space without scaffolding or wings, facing the Great Warcraft with a long spear that superseded his height.

The giant wolf growls.

Only then will the clouds and dust disappear, the surface will tremble and crack, and the earth will change its shape.

The blown out of sight will allow us to see a wider range of sights from the point of view of an alphazle that would otherwise float higher than the clouds than the Great Mountains.

- An substandard serpent that brings a sickle further beyond the horizon and stretches its head higher than the sky.

- A pitch-black dragon and a great eagle with fangs and claws protruding and contending, whose shadows alone can bring night to one country.

- A huge flying battleship (hoof) that slowly represents itself from the northern sky.

Everything in sight is off track.

I instinctively understand that this is the end of the world.

But the alphazle is not as fearless as a fragment, and continues to confront the giant wolf with a face full of anger and determination.

"... Gandalf, Ayle, Daisy Woman... Fraxinus, Evaldi..."

Alphazle put up a great spear, and with the names of his companions in his mouth, he increased his magic in preparation for the mighty magical activation.

"I won't see you again in this life... but what, it was fun... really. If I'm on edge, I'll see you later raw...!

Magic emits a tremendous light, creating a brilliant illusion that the sun has appeared on earth.

My consciousness wandered away again, as if to be anointed by that glare -

"- K! Luke! Hey, Luke!

When he regained consciousness again, what was in front of him was the face of a hurried garnet.

"Good, you noticed! Suddenly I'm about to fall...!

"Bad... some memories on my head... maybe that one is from the alphazur..."

"... don't make me worry."

As Garnett was trying to clear his consciousness while supporting his body, Ethel's fierce words were thrown from across.

"Later it'll be a good vibe! Because now is not the time!

A voice steeped in haste and agitation, completely different from the usual tease.

I looked up knowing that something had gone wrong and immediately understood the cause.

"The Warcraft... Scoll! I woke up!