"Luke. You can't let him near the shore. I'm going to stay here."
"Don't make it easy for me, dammit. Do you have a hand?
Keep looking [right eye] at Dagon's giant enough to look up while returning the evil to Travis' statement as expected.
The status quo continues to swirl while maintaining a constant distance from the Dagon, avoiding constant Sarpent neck raids on Ulysses ships.
"It is decided. Fly to the torso and attack directly. You'd be looking at weaknesses.
"You brainstorm. Yeah, of course I can see it. If he's also a medallion warcraft, he's just like Scoll - if he chooses out a medallion in his nucleated body, the whole thing should collapse."
Unlike demons, which are only 'wildlife inhabited by dungeons, adapted to high concentrations of magical environments', the monster, known as the Warcraft, was created by the Medallion by magic until it reached a piece of its flesh.
Once the core medallion has been removed from the body, it will not even be possible to maintain the physical shape of each site unless some special treatment is applied.
It goes without saying, however, that implementing it is in itself a tremendous difficulty.
Not to mention, this is the home ground of a guy named Waterfront.
It would have to be said that even fleshing is a difficult undertaking.
"But how the hell are you gonna fly away? Normally, they'll just eat you in the neck of a salpent in the air."
If there is an ah (...) i (...) here - such an idea comes next.
Sakura has [shrinkage], and Theodore can run freely through the air and flesh thin.
Dustin's demon spears and noir magic would also be capable of powerful ranged attacks.
But now that I think about it here, it doesn't make any sense.
Because the situation doesn't change at all when I mourn the poor hand bills handed out.
"Alexia, Hild. Are we going to be attacked from here and given an effective hit?
"You definitely can't. With the firepower of a large crossbow (Scorpion), shooting the most powerful spell bomb is unlikely to bring it down."
"I'm sorry. My magic is all about interpersonal scale. One way or another, magic for research purposes is the real deal..."
"I'll get through to you for it!
On the head of a giant salpent approaching from the rear, Alexia taps an explosive-type curse bomb with a large crossbow (Scorpion).
Even if a direct hit blows up half his face, his facial damage will be restored while he looks at it.
Now even if I crushed Serpent's neck around, it's only going to be a minute or so of stopping there at best.
"Aha, I imagined it, but I knew it"
"Oh, Captain! Sorry, it's going to be a little messy!
Suddenly, Ulysses raises his voice in a hurry.
"It was attached to the little ones! They're crawling up to the deck!
At the next moment, several water splashes sprayed up in the vicinity of the ship to continue to stand, with one alien half-fish man aboard after another.
Clearly not like the Aquatic Demons in a neutral city (Athlopolis).
An alien creature that doesn't resemble a willing fishman who was carrying fish to a fortress.
The flesh is twisted and distorted, and the unfocused eye has no color of reason at all.
The moment when the alien demon attempts to exert a destructive activity, the Sword of Divine Speed and the Spear Bow instantly slash and lay down all individuals.
Garnett and Chandler immediately grasped the status quo and completed the interception without having to be endorsed by me.
"Hey, General! I slashed it with momentum, but I guess these people in town weren't manipulated! Then I have a pretty bad dream!
"No, you're not! This guy is a family created by Dagon! It's the same reason that Warcraft Scoll was creating Fenrill Wolf, a fifth tier god beast and a dragon!
"Copy that! Then don't hesitate!
Chandler quickly put a magic string on the spear bow and shot out several arrows at once.
They change their trajectories at unnoticed speeds, shooting through one half fishmonger after another who was crawling onto the ship.
Individuals who were fortunate enough not to be targeted are left on the blade of the garnet and slammed in the neck when they embark on the deck.
"... Damn, there's a lot of them, the main body is fucking strong! Medallion's Warcraft is a pain in the ass! If this sprang up enough to sweep and throw away, I'm convinced you've ruined the world!
Garnett is poisoning but precisely keeping Dagon's family company.
So far, interception is the only problem we have been able to do, but it has not improved the situation at all.
After all, Travis is right, we just have to tap the main body directly, but...
"Luke! The next time Sarpent's neck hits me, let me dodge it with a piece of paper!
Fly the demands as Travis rushes to the bow.
Instead of asking Ulysses directly, you dared pinch me to avoid a chaos in the chain of command.
The commander on board maintains the premise that he is the leader of the White Wolf Knights, a natural consideration for not coming (or coming) into confusion with Ulysses' judgment.
Travis remains calm in judgment in this situation as well.
Then the means he's about to take should never be a reckless attempt either.
"Okay! You heard me, Ulysses! Fly Travis to the neck of a stupid, big Sarpent! About ten times the limit a regular can jump is acceptable!
"Aye! If that's how far you can go, you can afford it! Don't let them shake you down because you're pretty shaky!
Ulysses plunges from the front with repeated sharp swirls and sudden accelerations with his neck flying like crawling through a surface rinse.
And the giant jaw cut the rudder on the verge of stripping his fangs, so far away that it seemed like it would reach if he extended his arm.
"Phew."
Leaping Travis.
As I expected it to be impossible to fail, Travis flew to the Sarpent's torso with a jump far beyond the usual and landed brilliantly.