Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

At the same time, I applied black magic to the subject, but if you want to put it in order of priority...

First of all, those with bows. [Hunter] If you are a man of aptitude, you will not be insulted, even though you are a bandit. Even if you are not attending a training institution (school), your arms may be polished due to hunting, etc.

I have the skill to target and hit.

So it's 'dark' to hang.

I dye my vision black, which is important for me to target.

"Become, can't you see!? What the hell is going on?" "Kew, it's suddenly night!

Those whose vision darkens and they are upset, those who drop bows and arrows continue. There were also those who shot in the wrong direction. Some of them were arrows coming towards the investigation team, but if the number drops so far, it's easy to deal with.

There are adventurers and sub-people with arms.

Next wizard. As with bowing, ranged attack is the weapon.

This one was easier because there weren't so many originally.

Hanging is' blank '.

What magic needs is magic and image.

Even in a void that can't even think, you can't imagine.

Naturally, I can't assemble magic.

The two of you who made the most of my time.

[Mower Knight] It's Fulcus and [Knight King] Arthur.

Neither the evil way nor the disadvantage (,) of the earth, but left and right they ran.

"Did you glow anything now...?" "What, wind magic?!?" "Hey, just magic...... Huh?

"Toothless"

When one of the bandits looked back, those who were supposed to shoot arrows earlier, those who were supposed to bewitch magic as well - had been wiped out.

Even though it's just an incredible event, there's no reason to be surprised because there's only a girl standing with a single spear where the killer would be.

The same thing was happening, even on the other side of Mr. Fulcus's run through.

"... is that lemme black magic? Awesome."

By the time Mr. Arthur squeaked like that, the Ranged Attack Officer had been wiped out.

There's no one else with a long-range attack that was trying to pinch us from either side.

Mr. Arthur had tied his sword pattern and sheath with strings, adding and subtracting them from killing by using them like sticks.

And that speed is equal to that of Mr. Fulcus. The time to get results is pretty much the same.

Both were far from serious fights, but it is clear to everyone that they are both excellent warriors.

All that remained were those with melee weapons.

Here bandits were divided into two main types.

The one whose heart leaned toward escape or the one who leaned toward a special attack?

Multiply the former with 'confusion' and the latter with 'slowdown'.

Anything I was thinking of running away from runs out to the wrong person, crashes into a tree, and beats my buddy up.

Those who were about to launch an attack fall ill and roll over when 'speed drop' multiplied as they tried to rush down the slope.

Once that happens, it's hard to beat us anymore.

The duration was sacrificed by using multiple magic and targeting large numbers of people, but it doesn't matter.

Because I believe this is enough.

Mira is stunningly beating the head of a bandit with a whip of blood or... where it matters, stunning and smothering him.

The adventurers also look at the state of their enemies and can afford to defeat them while adding or subtracting them from killing them, responding calmly.

"... you don't seem to have my turn."

Mr Mal says, Mr Merlin smiles slightly.

"I like your costume change, don't I?

"Oh, that's it. Was it the clothes that you liked? Is it an act of dressing?

"Neither."

"Hehe, Master Merlin, eh?"

"Oh, will you forgive me for my sexual harassment?

"Because it's Merlin."

"You know, if they say that, you're gonna get serious."

"See you again, kidding."

In conversation, Mr. Merlin is gracefully waving his wand.

Every time a bandit is rendered powerless.

For example, there were those who covered their faces with water balloons and choked. There were those who cut off their hands with wind blades and dropped their weapons, and those who cut off their feet and fell. Those who will be unable to grasp and move in the arms of the earth, and those who will be wrapped around the roots of the moving trees. Some were frozen, others trembled by lightning strikes, and some were subjected to small-scale bombing magic.

Don't use fire attributes to avoid burning into the trees?

"What do you say? Isn't it beautiful?

Mr. Merlin uses various attributes at a very high level.

Sounds very, very fun.

Her alias is [The Wizard of Foresight] because she uses magic as if she knew the future.

It's a name given by the fact that the timing of magic is so perfect.

You didn't need so much magic to get rid of the bandits. It's too much to narrow it down to any one type.

When I looked at her unexpectedly, she was winked.

"I got something nice to show you, thank you."

This is the one who showed me something good.

- All that remains is one leader.

And those who were blocking the way before and after, were overthrown.

Everyone has already begun detaining the helpless bandits.

"Well."

The chief's perimeter had already fallen.

The remaining leader, while retreating, is still staring at Mr. Ex.

"Ku, shit! Impossible! Two hundred!? It's not like the mutton fish there! [Title (Job)] of the battle system, and I have consolidated it...! To the kind of guys who do adventures, like this......!

"Our modern adventurers are embraced by people by not killing people. The Dungeon Attack is carried out in the Magic Body (Avatar), so it can be established as an entertainment. That's why I know what you're thinking. We can't kill you. No matter how good an adventurer, it becomes a weakness"

They never have a chance either.

The battle in the dungeon and the biological battle are completely separate.

'Cause you will. A biological battle could kill your worst opponent.

The effect of psychological conditions on one's movements is quite significant.

Not everyone can add or subtract perfectly to fight.

There are momentary hesitations that can kill you.

Whether there's a second-place party, or someone who can't kill his enemies, there's a gap - it's not weird to come to an idea.

"Honestly, I had that fear, too. A little, though. But it didn't seem necessary. Because thanks to our good people, we all seem to have gained room to add and subtract"

"They say, lemme"

"I think it includes Mr. Merlin."

We were watching the end of the battle as we guarded the perimeter.

No help will be needed.

"Chi...! You monsters! You look down on me! They're just blessed with talent and spirits. They name the brave ones and they're in tune! Not everyone can live their lives as easy as Temehe and others!

The talented have the troubles of those who have, and those who do not.

I just preached that, and it won't sound like him, though.

"Indeed, the world is unequal. You may have been exposed unreasonably and lost yourselves to bandits. But I don't think that would be a good reason to harm others"

"I'm not preaching from above...... ugh!

"There is no precious bitch in the way of life. Only deeds are divided into good and evil. That may vary from time to time and region to region, but it does. And now you live by doing bad things. You have to pay for your sins."

The bandit's leader seemed desperate to find a way out, but he finally realized he couldn't, and ran out to Mr. Ex.

"You're going to have an epilepsy, Osama!

Mr. Ex has a black moya on his right arm.

That's a shadow. Shadows gained shape.

The spirits he contracted gave Mr. Ex a shadow manipulative spiritual technique.

When Mr. Ex holds his fist, that Moya changes shape like a wolf's head.

"Like I said earlier, I'm gonna get you a little hurt."

"Die!"

The leader waves down his sword.

Mr. Ex swings through his right fist.

The sword was chewed to pieces by the shadow wolf, and his fist devoured into the face of the chief.

Screaming like the letters can't, the body of the leader blows away.

Byu, and blew it like a joke, and eventually, it fell into a tree far away with a gutter.

"... Shit"

"Pfft...! haha! All those additions and subtractions. How can you tell me that you are failing! haha! You see that, Lemme, Mal? That's our leader, [The Brave Man in Black]! As you can see, he's a clumsy man."

Mr. Merlin is laughing a lot about where he fitted into his bump.

"... Um, shouldn't we take the [White Devil Mentor] to look for him more than that?

"Lady Lemme is right. There will have been some additions and subtractions with Master Ex, and if we hurry, we'll get treatment in time."

This is the man who led this number of bandits. He was quite sturdy, and I guess he stood on his arm.

Let's hope the tree cushioned the impact of the fall.

"Pfft, haha...... haha, you two are serious. Fine, I'll go."

"... I'm sorry, Merlin"

"Not at all. Well, can't I just say to an elephant, 'Don't kill an ant, step on it'?"

[Brave] is just out of standard. The odds and detractions for them become different from those of normal human beings.

"I'm not an elephant, and he's not an ant."

"Yeah, shut up, it's an analogy."

Mr. Merlin laughed to the end, flying in the sky to find the bandit's leader.

... Well, as funny as Mr. Merlin is, I guess it's okay.