When we finished introducing ourselves, we started by exploring the surroundings.

What terrain this place is and how wide it is - as Mr. Ashley guessed earlier, if this is a virtual space, a physical limit point, or a 'finite but endless' world like the 'Klein's', then a clear loop boundary should exist.

Also, if this is within Lunatic Babel, there's plenty of potential for SB to pop. Are those strengths equivalent or not to the first layer that caused them to come to this decaying city? At least, there are three class explorers - Flim, Mr. Ashley and Nieves - who can fight on the front lines, so if a lot of powerful SBs emerge, they'll be fighting around them.

- I thought, but.

It was us who initially solidified and acted on all seven, but unexpectedly, the SB didn't pop at all.

When Xiaoyi Awat passed as it was,

"- Hey, nothing's coming out, so it's more efficient to act differently now, huh?

And because Niebeth said, we were going to broaden the scope of the investigation by allowing three teams to figure it out.

It goes without saying how it was divided into three parts.

Me and Flim's A-Team.

Mr. Ashley is on his own B-team.

And it's a C team of four Nieves and the others.

It should be noted that Niebeth, I heard the following three people when introducing myself, so I think I will list them here at once.

The name of the red coat is' Manad '. The type is wizard and enhancer. The fact that the four of them were able to follow me under cover of signs was due, for example, to this Manad support technique. When asked, they can use some attack technique and basic support technique. Just like me, the strength of surgery will be extrapolated.

The name of the nosepiece is' Arkham '. Fighter and scooter using a knife. It's called a double knife with a blonde Mohican head and a good twisted embellishment, the sharpest of the four if only looking. But what still strikes me is the big piercing that looks like it's growing out of your nose. I wonder if I won't get in the way when I fight, and what's extra.

Knoppo's name is' Luke '. He said he was the same purist as Mr. Rose, and that at the party he once belonged to, he also served as a shield to set up a big shield. Atmospherically, perhaps strong after Niebeth among the four. In fact, even though there was a surgical aid, I ran at that speed holding the red coat and the nose piercing aside. You can see I'm working out pretty well.

Finally, Niebeth, the leader, is a raw fencer. He's a swordsman without any particular characteristics that I said this to him except he has some attack technique formulas, and the long sword of his gains is also a very normal type, which is actually average or exemplary compared to Mr. Ashley's Shortel, etc. Conversely, it can also be said that it is a high level and cohesive explorer, with no such thing from anywhere and no noticeable shortcomings. Even though it was temporary, I still only belonged to 'NPK'.

Such a quartet is currently entrusted with the exploration of the earth. I don't know how motivated I am, but they have their lives at stake, too. I want to believe it's something you're serious about.

Meanwhile, me, Flim, and Mr. Ashley were investigating over the sky.

I am a supportive technique, the Serie Walk, and Flim can ascend to the sky by Sky Raider's function. I was currently out on top of a group of buildings that were so degraded that they were likely to collapse after just a short follow, looking around from a high position, and looking for an exit for this space.

"... normally empty."

"... yeah, it's empty no matter what you think"

Me and Flim have a nasty conversation, exposed to the cold wind of 700 melts on the ground.

It was empty.

There was nothing I could do to empty it.

It is a strange feeling. We were supposed to be in a giant tower earlier, but now we're standing in hundreds of Mertres of space, overlooking an abandoned and long-lasting city.

Countless buildings that are falling and collapsing like dominoes. The surface is covered in surprising greenery and its thickness gives a feeling of the thickness of the time that has passed. Some of them were submerged in large ponds, and several thin waterfalls flowed through obliquely tilted building windows to see what water flow was forming.

Flim puts his hands on his hips and looks up to the Ethereal Dome with a shuddering face.

"There are clouds, and the thinness of the air is reproduced... is this really a virtual space?

"Sure, if we had the technology to control space, it would be less expensive to simply transfer it than to create such a precise simulation space..."

I looked up over my head as well and spoke hypotheses about the status quo. It is an uninterrupted level of technology that I am comfortable saying, but which cannot be reproduced in modern times either way. It is the scary part of the ruins that something like this appears all the time.

Yes, the scale is too big for me yet, but if you think calmly, we're clearly in the middle of something terrible right now.

"But brilliantly, what the hell. I figured instead of the exit, I wouldn't even see what looked like an entrance when the athletes got here."

To sit in Jomtien and block the brilliant rays of the sun, Flim looked around all heaven with his palm hissing over his eyebrows. Exhale a mixed sigh of giving up while spinning around 360 degrees.

"Where the hell is the model? I can't believe it's an abandoned city in a big forest..."

I agreed with her, mimicking her and looking in all directions.

The size of the city is smaller than I thought. It's called the city and its good size, just east of the central district of Float Rise - very similar to the district known as the 'Urban Area'. Even so, it is a hypothetical story that if the Urban Area collapses and after a long time.

The outside of such a city was filled with trees to the other side of the horizon. Yes, it is the woods, the woods, the woods, whatever direction you look in. It's too vast a forest to leave a decaying city behind.

What the hell kind of history can make a ruin in such a wide forest? The lack of consistency around here seemed to demonstrate Ms. Ashley's proposed theory of virtual space.

"Without a single human child, I wouldn't see a bird, a mouse... you're completely dead, as a place for people to live"

"In this environment, it's not weird to be around animals."

The unnaturalness also makes it seem extra virtual.

- Oh, you're back.

Unexpectedly, Flim turned to the north side - although it was doubtful if the orientation measured by this SEAL was correct.

When I was followed and looked at you, I saw a brilliant silver air bike reflecting the light of the sun.

The rider flying this way at high speed is Mr. Ashley, whoever he may be.

Usually it would be a cygnon. Briefly putting her hair together behind her, she approaches us with that red-gold total hair flowing in the wind.

The machine shadow, which only seemed like a small dot, quickly grew larger.

"- Did you find anything?

Ashley asked us to stop the airbike in the air while slowly slowing it down.

Me and Flim shake their heads sideways.

I guess I assumed the unfortunate outcome. Mr. Ashley showed no dismay.

"Really? Unfortunately, this one has almost no harvest either. Exquisitely, it turns out that this is an endless closed space, as expected."

I've demonstrated the hypothesis, she says.

A streamlined air bike that floats in the universe with a slight ham sound - this is why not only me and Flim, but also Mr. Ashley, who does not have a flying ceremony, could have joined the search for the sky.

Personally owned large air bike. Plus, it doesn't matter what you think.

Apparently, Mr. Ashley's love machine says that this hand thing has a large amount of data and compresses capacity, but you purposefully have physical storage instead of "SEAL" and carry it even during exploration? Convenient as a means of transportation, but unsuitable for combat because of her poor turnaround. Around carrying this around without leaving her skin, she seems to be quite an airplane rider (sky jockey).

Regardless of the vendor, I've never seen anyone in Explorer and personally with such a full-fledged air bike.

"What do you mean?

Flim tips his neck to Mr. Ashley, who straddles a sky-high steel temple horse. The question arose as to what it was that confirmed the "endless closed space".

Mr. Ashley glanced behind the direction he had come, that is, behind himself. There lies the ether of the great sky and the magnificent horizon painted by the green of the forest.

"On the border between the city and the forest, there is apparently a turbulence in space-time. There's no direct harm, but if you go over there, even if you're going straight, [they'll make you change direction at some point]."

With the light of enlightenment in her sharp rugged eyes, Ms. Ashley spoke of the results of the experiment.

"I tried to get out of the city with this" Zeagut "and before proceeding ten kilotols, I came back to the city at some point. I came out of the south, but it was on the north side of the city that I came back. I've tried changing low, hollow, high and altitude, but it's all the same result. And so did the West and East."

Does that mean this space is looping? Every direction is filled with woods as far away as the other side is only an illusion in the eye, and the truth, this space is closed like the inside of a ball -.

That means this is still inside the Lunatic Babel. Evidence of this is that communication with the outside world has been cut off, although spatial breadth has been distorted. If this place is outside the ruins, it should always be able to connect to some network without even jamming it.

"Next I picked up some stones on the ground and threw them all I could from the city sky to the outside. Nor did this go straight, drawing up, down, left and right disorderly curves to fly. Besides, it disappeared along the way without falling to the ground. Perhaps that area is the connection of space. I had marked the stones I threw, but I still found the same thing on the other side of the city."

Mark the stone - there was no idea of it. I see, and I roar inside. Having been solo all my life, I am immature not only in battle, but also in the flavor of exploration, which is precisely 'exploration'. Not far from Mr. Ashley's wisdom and experience. It's natural that we shouldn't be in this situation from the start, but I'm really glad Mr. Ashley was here on this occasion.

"What do you mean? You mean they're completely trapped, Atashi?

Summarizing Ms Ashley's report, Flim looked up.

When I try to get out of the city, I come back due to a distortion of space. Take a grand tour wherever you go. That is almost synonymous with the domed barrier being strewn throughout this city. It's impossible to go outside anyway.

But.

"Not necessarily."

and Mr. Ashley immediately denied Flim's words.

"It is almost certain that there is no exit for this space outside. But this, on the contrary, means [the exit is in the city]."

"? How can you say all that?

I tilted my neck not only to Flim, but also to Mr. Ashley, who was somewhat confident and assured. To our gaze for explanation, Mr. Ashley often shuts his mouth and silences himself. He seemed to sort out words about what he said.

"- Have you ever thought that the ancients might like games and trials?

Eventually it was that question that came up.

A flower of question marks blooms over me and Flim's head. but they predicted such a reaction, Mr. Ashley continued.

"Dear Karel - No, this is the hypothesis of our deputy commander. The ancients who built the ruins have a verse that says thanks for imposing games and trials on future generations...... In typical terms, is a Kiri Hierarchy gatekeeper a good example?"

"Oh, you can't leave the security room until you knock down the gatekeeper, are you talking about that trick?

When I ask, yes, she nods.

"Regardless, the difficulty is set to be higher, and there are many explorers that cannot be cleared and sacrificed... but when you look at the ruins all over the world, none of the tricks are ever [impossible to clear]. As long as we gather the right information and are ready, we will always see the thread of the breakthrough - and that's how it's done."

"Well, sure, they've been saying scattered 'Exploring the Ruins (Explore) is like a game' for a long time..."

"It's just a hypothesis."

Mr. Ashley ran out of words to the frim pointing his frigid eyes.

"But if we believe in this hypothesis, we can draw one conclusion. That is - [Ancients don't set up games they can't attack],. Or [I won't give you an insurmountable trial]."

Mr. Ashley calmly told the seemingly rather unscrupulous ramblings with certainty. When Flim and I were fighting, the rugged eyes that were rippling with passion are now as clear as the frozen lake surface. I'm sure that confidence in Mr. Karel, who made that hypothesis, will make it so.

"So is this situation. I didn't bother to open the first eleventh hierarchy - I don't know why that was being freed at this time - but I even set up a mysterious gate there and set up a torrent trap so that those who passed through would always fall into that big hole. Yes, the ancients really wanted to drop us in this space."

Mr. Ashley dismantles the thoughts of an ancient man who no longer exists with his intelligence.

"But we don't need this kind of space if we're just going to kill those who got trapped. With so much technical skill, it would have been better to install it in a space-time fault and throw us into subspace."

"- He was an evil hobbyist who enjoyed being locked up in a prison he would never get away with and dying in hopelessness and hunger he couldn't help but... is that possible?

"I wouldn't call that possibility zero either, but I think it's infinitely close to zero. Whatever you can observe immediately, reflecting that much of your taste in the trap that would still run after your own death creates a huge discrepancy with the rest of Lunatic Babel in design thinking. Regardless of the other ruins, it is my view that the designer of this orbital elevator is' mean but not a bad taste '."

Ms. Ashley also responds logically to Flim's opinion of the way she sees it worn. It seems like a strong rationale for subjectivity, depending on the way you look at it, but it's not broke for now.

"I therefore assume that the exit of this space - the exit - must be somewhere in this city. Unfortunately, it is also a difficulty that cannot be easily attacked."

"It wouldn't be a game without an exit... so there's always an exit..."

Summarizing Mr. Ashley's claim to me, I whined a little.

Security room on the 200th floor, for example. Once in, there was a trick in place that prevented me from leaving the room until I defeated Hercules, the gatekeeper. And when he defeated the gatekeeper with the name of some ancient hero "Hercules" engraved on the component, the blue and white barrier that was at the entrance and exit did disappear, and all the survivors inside were able to escape.

But what if this didn't happen? Suppose, for example, that knocking down the gatekeeper didn't disarm the entrance and exit barrier, and all the people inside had to die there?

That's not fair (fair). So it's not a game. Without a reward for the winner, the game will not be established.

Not to mention, it's not even a trial.

Once you step in, you have a battlefield to win or lose but you have to die. That's just a spicy trap, and it can never be a test.

What would happen if that happened more often?

That's what I know. None of us will challenge such irrational things any more. No matter how much potential or energy lies in the ruins, there are not so many people who can contribute to others at the expense of themselves. If there is only malice and danger in the ruins and there is a disequilibrium between pros and cons, no one will ever explore it.

Then the ancients thought it would be troubling.

There is no value in being in a ruin that no one explores. Therefore, they made a breakthrough in any trial. To make it a fair game, rewards were made available to those who completed it.

As a result, the current system of ruins was put in place.

Of course, this is if, as Ashley puts it, the ancients are imposing games and trials on us today.

But if you believe in the hypothesis she advocates, surely it would be strange if there were no exit in this space. At the same time, it would also be strange if the extraordinary difficulties were not waiting just before the exit.

"So, what if that hypothesis was true? Which way is the exit? Do you have any tips or anything?

I guess you decided denying it wouldn't start. Flim proceeded constructively, assuming that Mr. Ashley's story was true.

"I can think of some patterns"

That said. First, Mr. Ashley put his right index finger up perfectly. The left hand remains in a strong grip on the air bike brakes, regardless.

"Explore the moveable range and you will find a hint indicating the exit itself, or its location, and chase them one by one, whichever pattern reaches the goal"

The middle finger is then put up to make a V-sign.

"Next, there are patterns where" keybots "exist, such as room guardians and gatekeepers. As you know, if you shut down (shut down) the key SB, the exit will appear, in an orthodox format. Even so, if you are here, you should no longer be called the" floor master. "

"Floor, Master......"

Just imagine, I accidentally swallowed a saliva.

Roomguardians and gatekeepers have pretty much the same role, no matter what the difference between an artifact and a security system is what they're protecting. And it is no exaggeration to say that its strength is [proportional to the size of the room you are protecting]. Naturally, the roomguardian is a roomguardian, and the gatekeeper is a gatekeeper, pin to kili, but that threat is still one different dimension. roomguardians are party-by-party and gatekeepers are said to be basic in coming to battle on a cluster-by-cluster basis

Mr. Ashley's name is Floormaster. This space is this big. If such a thing really existed, I'm sure it was, [something more than Hercules].

"Third. This is the worst pattern..."

Mr. Ashley, who put up a third pharmacopoeia finger, said in a voice that he truly hoped would not have all this.

"It's a pattern where everyone here kills each other and the exit only opens when the survivors are alone."

"" Become...!?

Me and Flim were both out of line. Look at each other in the face and squeal their throats almost simultaneously.

Sure, that was the only possibility I didn't want. Too, that's too cruel. I felt blood draw from my face, and I could feel it. [M]

"Unfortunately, it's not impossible. Once upon a time, other sites have confirmed such schemes. There's a Battle Royal format where only one person can survive."

Mr. Ashley gave us his hands back.

"There is hope. Because I haven't found a single such trick in this Lunatic Babel yet. It shall be small as an absolute number in other sites. And as I said earlier, the designer philosophy of this ruin is that it's more oriented than the devil."

Three hopes were offered for one despair. Though the possibilities have not reached zero, they still make me feel somewhat lighter.

"Looking back at Lunatic Babel's history so far, perhaps the second pattern I mentioned - that is," Keybot "most likely exists. It's called a room guardian, it's called a gatekeeper, because designers here seem to like those patterns. Nevertheless, from the example of the Kiri hierarchy, it is also clear that he is an opponent with no mercy or mercy"

"Either way, we don't feel comfortable..."

Jesus Christ, Flim clasps his shoulder. Mr Ashley agreed with that and sighed slightly.

"Right. Even gatekeepers are desirable on a cluster-by-cluster basis, but I'm here now because there are only seven Explorers to collect…"

Once again, the fact shocked my spirit. What a disconcerting thing about the power at hand to say that this much danger can be foreseen thanks to Mr. Ashley. I won't even say it to the UAE crowd, but I would like more numbers if I were to fight the Gatekeeper class.

Flim laughed at Ashley leaking her dark voice.

"Isn't that why you're not even so pessimistic? Anyway, there's a" brave Beowulf "on here who defeated our Hart - the Kili Gatekeeper by himself.

Right? And Flim winks at me like a prank for some reason. - Why are you swinging this way?

"Brave man..."

Hit me and change, and Mr. Ashley stares at me with a tight eye.

"Ugh..."

From its mouthfeel and gaze, it reminds me of the other day's dialogue: 'You don't deserve to call yourself a brave man'.

"Oh, yes, no, that, I...!

I may have shut Hercules down by myself. [M] But as many times as I can tell, it was a product of selflessness that I could destroy him, and if he told me to do it again, I would be unscrupulous enough to reject him with all my might. In fact, in the Volkling Circus case, I was frightened from the bottom of my heart when I saw Hercules, the real name Hercules, regenerated by Mr. Rose, and the battle against Siglos, transformed into a dragon man.

I think it's really embarrassing for me to be called a hero of the brave, even though I told Signos about this during the battle. Of course it would be a lie to say I'm not happy to be called that, but at least I'm not in that area yet. Therefore, I am worried every day that I can't manage the alias "Beowulf the Brave", which I have walked on my own before naming it or returning it.

- I would argue to that effect, but I can't think of a better way to say it.

"Well, I didn't mean anything like that, but, uh, what, coincidence?"

"This is a good opportunity, I repeat, Beowulf"

Mr. Ashley said, blocking my words with a hard voice like steel.

"Again, I cannot recognize you as a brave man. I know you can't read the air to say this in a situation like this, but in principle, what I want to say is clearly stated doctrine. Please forgive me for this."

"-Hey, hey, no odds? Actually, so is Atashi...!

I panicked even more when I heard the frozen smile of piki and flim.

"Wait, Flim, wait! Yes, that's fine! Because of this, I'm gonna ask you to the end!

I slide my body between them, and I try to prevent their quarrel from recurring. I can't believe we're arguing again at such a high place.

Naturally, Flim turned to me.

"... at all, you are a child..."

If you squeal like that, huh, and Flim turns that way. For one thing, he pulled it off with my face up.

I turned to Mr. Ashley.

"Duh, go ahead... if it is anyway, spit it all out here..."

With a loving laugh that caught my attention, I encouraged it.

Mr. Ashley, who crossed the air bike, often looked at me with a rare gaze.

"... thank you for your concern. Don't hesitate, then."

I changed my surprised expression and my sincere rugged eyes looked at me once.

of an abandoned city with nothing, on a sky with nothing more. Mr. Ashley slowly opened his mouth to me to find out what kind of tight words I could use in that cold breeze.

"First -"

And it was the moment I was about to preface.

Without any foretaste, multiple blue and white components all of a sudden appeared around us.

"- Become...!?

The first reaction was Flim, who was off his face in an unusual direction. He opens his eyes to a sudden event and leaks a surprising voice through his throat.

"What -?"

"Huh!?

Me and Mr. Ashley were one temp late. By then, there's already a big component surrounding us - no, wait, it's really big! Not as big as a gatekeeper, but still so much bigger than that in the Room Guardian. A blue and white sphere with about two meltles in diameter and one adult inside. That showed up neglectfully ten times.

"- Beowulf, Flim! Grab hold of Zeagoot!

A sharp instruction popped out of Mr. Ashley's lips, which were half open. Me and Flim may have stopped thinking about the change in circumstances that were too abrupt. My body moved as I was told. Reach out to the bar that's sticking out from the rear of the big air bike and grab it tight.

"I'll fly! Hold on tight!

Mr. Ashley didn't wait for a reply, just to say. Release the left hand brake and suddenly turn the right hand accelerator to full opening. Armored shoes on the left leg kick the clutch and the right leg taps the gear into the top.

Gun! and the air bike went off rapidly as if it had been slapped with a bat.

"- Huh!?

I thought my right arm grabbing the bar would pull out of my shoulder on an accelerating air bike as a bullet. But if I let go of my hand here, they'll leave me completely. With a tremendous wind pressure all over my body, I ate my teeth and stuck to the bar crazily in death.

With your body almost horizontal, check your foot - or rear - as the view beneath your eyes shifts at a terrible rate.

Then,

"GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

A huge group of components that suddenly appeared were embodying one after the other.

I don't know what that looks like.

"Nah......!?

"Shh...!?

Flim's amazement reached my ear as he was being pulled by an airbike that shone through the universe at high speeds.

"- Impossible......!

You check with the mirror, and Mr. Ashley, who runs the air bike full throttle while facing forward, squeezes out a plundered voice from the back of his throat as well.

What emerged from a component that was more than four times the size of a room guardian was always a metamorphosis of this guy lightly over his five-melt length. Including from the heavenly edge of the head to the [tip of the tail] may also reach a total length of ten meltres.

"Do-"

Sharp fangs lined up in rows on the king's stylish and fierce face. Four legs with sharp nails as a sword and scales laying thick on giants similar to lizards. And the bat. Nice to meet you. The skin shaped wings.

That beauty is exactly...

"- Dragon eh...!?

Dragon.

Typically, other than the ruins Dragon Forest, super monsters are said not to appear first. The most powerful corner and the famous fantasy species SB, mimicking the legendary creature.

But I've never heard of a dragon-type SB in Lunatic Babel's records before.

Yes, dragons are more rare in this orbital elevator than the Miracle Encounter, if poorly done.

Yet it is.

"Hey, why are you here -!?"

Plus, whatever the hell it is, not a dozen at a time!?

"GGGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Dragons with scales of red, blue, green, yellow, and tea color removal simultaneously expanded their long wings, releasing a high roar.

The atmosphere trembles billibly.

The next moment, Guillaume, and something led him to us with ten pairs of eyes. As soon as that happens, unspeakable pressure is pounded all over your body.

――

I just wanted to look over here, but what a heavy pressure. The chills ran as if they were glaring directly through the spinal cord.

"GGGGRRRRRR......!

Hostility overflows from the eyes of the dragons. They were born in the ruins, too. Killing an intruder is the only absolute reason that dragon exists.

"GGGGRRRRAAAA!!

Twenty giant feathers slammed the atmosphere at the same time as if they had signed up. I can see the wind blowing behind them. A cloud that was floating a little further away was shattered in the aftermath.

Two colors at a time, ten dragons of five colors popped up as arrows unleashed.

Fast.

Mr. Ashley's driving air bike Zeagoot is also flying at a great speed. They jumped out as soon as they showed up and said they earned quite a bit of distance.

The silhouettes of the dragons are getting bigger and bigger.

"Hey, hey! You're not going any faster!? Aren't we gonna get caught up in this?

On my opposite side, Flim screamed at Mr. Ashley's back as he grabbed onto the bar on the right side of the air bike.

"This is the full opening! I won't answer any more!

Mr. Ashley shouted back in the noise of the wind as it rose. She lays herself down on the seat and tries to reduce air resistance at all.

Neither do I. Neither Flim nor Mr. Ashley have considered fighting from the edge. Naturally. From what I've seen, all ten of them are 'Privates (Troopers)' - supposed to be the lowest dragons.

But even that corporal dragon is second only to the gatekeeper. So to speak, we are now driven by ten gatekeepers.

- So now all I can think about is getting away with it anyway!

"GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Roaring chorus. The dragons chasing at a tremendous rate are flying in close formation to see if doing so is engraved in the behavioral routine. From what I can see here, it's just the shape of a single circle.

"GGRAA!"

Ten jaw gates opened in the outflow, and a flock of fierce fangs reflected the sunlight and glowed.

"- Huh!?

Eyes open, breathtaking. I know what dragons do when they open their mouths wide.

Dragon braces.

Like Cerberus and other SBs, they exhale and attack the attributes that each possesses.

And their braces are definitely faster than flying speed.

- First off!

"B, the braces are coming! Or dodge!?

"- Huh!"

Mr. Ashley will no longer respond to my screaming report. Switch off the air bike handle and go into evasive action.

"-Hardt! Atashi's going to turn up the engine's output, so you need to defend yourselves!

"! Wah, ok!

I nodded instantly as Flim skipped the instructions and figured out what he was going to do instantly.

Flim is an enchanter. Enchanter specializes in granting formulas that act on objects. If you use some sort of granting ceremony she has for an air bike, or -!

I concentrate my consciousness on the soles of my feet and activate the procedure. First, ten assistive procedures (Protection). Next, simultaneously activate fifteen of the maximum slots of the defensive technique (Scutum). Spray a thin purple shield at an angle that hides the air bike from the Dracon brace rays.

"More......!

Not yet. That's not enough surgical shields. It's not how powerful a dragon's breath is. Anyway, I activated the Scutum continuously, causing roughly more than a hundred shields to unfold behind the air bike without gaps.

"GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -!"

Braces were fired simultaneously from the mouths of the dragons.

Flames, cold air and ice cubes, wind blades, lightning strikes, rocks and dirt sand. A running stream with five orientations penetrated the atmosphere and ran through the sky.

Ten dragon braces released from the ring formation arrive on our air bike.

Dragon braces that reached such a size that even large trucks swallowed lightly were aiming this one precisely, even though they were in dodging exercise. It's like being sucked into us.

Each brace spit out of the dragon's mouth struck us as if it were a dozen dragons.

It clashes into a mass of "Scutum" that has been deployed in multiple duplicates.

"" "- Huh!!

The roar that tore heaven apart split our ears. Strangle your neck and eat your teeth off.

The power of the dragon brace came to me through the surgical shield. They're cleverly sloppy at the landing point. It adjusts perfectly so that the flames and cold air do not strike out and so that the forces of the wind do not disturb the dust and sand.

The heat of flames and thunder roars as solid air, ice cubes, rocks and dust masses ablaze the air bike. Attack the "Scutum" shield group with rage, cracking and crushing them one after another that should be fortifying them.

- One, strong...! One brace at a time, it's like a Hercules sword trident...!

I will reinforce the "Scutum" cluster, which disappears when it is scattered from the edge with paquin paquins, with the addition of an additional surgical shield. Surprisingly, their braces still don't stop. As it is, my Photon Blood will be exhausted first, or the dragon's exhalation will be exhausted.

"- Eh!"

But assuming we've just outdone the first wave, there's definitely a second wave coming soon. Naturally, this attack is [just breath] for them.

- is, fast, we need to get out of this airspace...!

I chewed on the inside, that's when.

"Photon Provider!

The surgical name sprang from Flim's throat.

The geometry of "SEAL", which ran all over her body, glowed purple, triggering a surgical formula for the first name to be heard. At the same time, Flim's left palm slapped the rear of the air bike.

"- I'm sorry, but I'll apologize later if it breaks!

"What!?

Mr. Ashley looked back over his shoulder in unexpected ways to the disturbing words that popped out of Flim's mouth. At that moment, the purple glow that was overflowing from Flim's brilliant crest propagated to the airframe of the airbike Zeagut.

"Take it! This extra energy of Atashi No, no, no!!

I was on my way.

The moment the airbike's engine, which was even roaring, received the purple light - Flim's Photon Blood - the roar of the beast made a blast every time.

- No way, replace my Photon Blood with airbike fuel!?

As I said before, Flim's blood is too dense a substitute to be an energy source. If you want to inject something like that directly into an airbike engine...

Even the air bike, which was just fast, accelerated even more explosively. An engine that produces thrust burns and exhales smoke. Run through the iron burning smell fast enough to throw it away on the spot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Even the screams I overwhelmed were left behind in an instant.

The speed of the air bike instantly transcended even that of the dragon brace. I wondered if the heavy pressure that was swarming the "Scutum" was far away, and by then the dragons' appearance was already like a grain of sand.

Although.

Naturally, the price was huge.

From the engine of the air bike, the next moment I heard the sound of scratching metal plates with iron claws - a similar crushing sound echoed for the glass to smash.

Gaga, gaga, and the airbike's fuselage trembles violently.

"Co - the control...!

Mr. Ashley's anxious voice. The engine was damaged by overheating rather than overdrive.

Guru, and his vision spun around to the right as he stepped out. The uncontrolled air bike turns the tip toward the ground with a conical rotation.

Crash.

"Uh-oh!?

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

"Knock it off!"

As the airbike, which was flying at super high speeds, spinning like a drill, me and Flim cling to the bar to be shaken off anyway, and Mr. Ashley was scratching his feet trying to get the fuselage back to the end.

But - the striving, runaway air bike Zeagut plunges to the ground as a meteor.

As my vision spins at a tremendous rate, I at least activate the "Protection" x 10 on the flim connected by the switch. In addition,

"Mr. Ashley! - Hands!

I reached out to Mr. Ashley on the seat and screamed. Mr. Ashley, whose red gold hair was messed up by the wind pressure, looked back, reaching for me, and his fingertips touched,

The sky, the building, the asphalt, the vertigo,

- Water?

The air bike that put us on the surface of the lake that was ahead of the crash pierced us like a spear.