Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

'Hey, Master Beowulf, let's just calm down. You should be so stuck right now... Look, you're going to rub it off now. Once you're out of your shoulder, huh?

'It's okay. Never mind.'

I stuck to Mr. One's care.

At present, Mr. I and I are on the move towards the 'Root Country'. I ride on both hands of Mr. No.1, shaped like water, down a large ramp by his foot. Incidentally, Cantera illuminating the end of the aisle is hooked on Mr. One's left elbow.

The conversation with Mr. One was going via the switch. Because the size of the body is a problem, and the voice does not communicate well with Mr. No.1 in the "giant state".

My voice will be 'small, fast, and expensive' for Mr. One, and his, on the contrary, will be 'loud, slow, and too bass' for this one.

Therefore, Mr. No.1 and I were only able to interact in this way.

"No, well, I know Princess Xiaolong's been caught and angry with you, right? Either way, it's obvious that both of my younger brothers are involved, so I'm sorry. But you said if you had to go against the odd, you wouldn't have a hand, right? Then Master Beowulf, aren't you so thought-provoking?

Since you didn't like the silence, opened the door that was behind his room, and started going down this ramp, Mr. I has been speaking to me in a flourishing manner.

I sat in a triangle on the palm of Mr. No.1, and I couldn't help but break my face.

If I were you the usual, I'm sure you'd appreciate it, but in my current state, even Mr. One's kindness seems annoying.

Whether they tell you to lose your shoulder strength, or don't think about it, you can never do that.

My dear friend was caught in front of me.

Besides, the guy who promised not to hurt Hanu was the one who cheated on me before.

There's no way I can believe it.

I wish Hannu had been badly hit by those promises by now.

".................. Shh!!!

"Oh, whoa, whoa, what the fuck, Master Beowulf!? You're shivering so hard, aren't you!? Isn't it that cold?!?

Surprised by me vibrating like a broken machine, Mr. One disrupts my legs.

'No. It's nothing. Leave me alone.'

With words like Mr. Rosé's, I responded to Mr. Panicky One.

I shouldn't. My imagination ran wild with weird vectors. Even if you can't stop being depressed, let's not think about the extremes as much as we can. As Mr. One put it, my body will no longer be able to keep it this way.

"No, hang on, it's a strange demand," I can't believe we should have a fair fight. I'm not sure if you're cowardly or squarely grand. '

Shishin, Tsushin, and Mr. I change the subject with a painful footstep. Again, from his perspective, Howell's demands seem strange. Naturally.

"Well, how much trouble does Master Beowulf have when he can't use that support technique?

I answer such simple questions with dark eyes.

"… I am a supportive technique enhancer. The fact that I can't use a support technique is like a swordsman who's taken my sword."

I gave the Swordsman as an example here because I am not the only one, Mr. One is also the user of the sword.

Suddenly, here's another correction about Mr. One that Hannu and I witnessed last night.

The first impression I had of an "armored giant" was still not wrong. At that time, Mr. One was indeed wearing armor.

Yes, exactly the sturdy armor I'm equipping my giant body with right now.

'... oh, I see. That's tough. If only I had a sword, I'd be proud that I didn't delay you, the angels of God... but on the contrary, I don't have a sword... well, as you know, they did it right.'

If you think about it, it's a natural story, and from now on we will be fighting a further underground - the 'Queen' who would be reigning in the 'Root Country'. He couldn't have stormed in his clothes.

Is it because it is based on the 'Far East' heirloom, which is also where Hanu comes from? The design atmosphere of Mr. I's armor was also brought to you. It is the birth of the so-called 'armored warrior'.

but. Back to back with such a looking atmosphere, for some reason Mr. One's score is a double-edged sword. It is a straight sword (long sword), such as that used by Mr. Villey, rather than a black Xuan in the long-winded form I used before, or a white tiger in the sideline form.

Around these various and appropriately set feelings, it seems to me that Eija somehow. No, I haven't known him for a while, and I haven't interacted enough to know his fine personality.

- Don't worry, Master Beowulf! Why do you have me over here? Until today, I've been interrupted by second-class and third-class bastards and the Queen's exorcism continues to fail, but you look like this and I'm the strongest of brothers. Number two and number three work together to attack me, so I'm always drawn out of battle. But you're here today. The legendary "God's Angel" is on his side, my victory is for sure!

Ha, ha, and Mr. One laughs luxuriously. In fact, the thunderbolt coming out of his throat is "■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ -!!" and I can only block my ears with my hands in a position where it descends directly from the top. Even so, it should be noted that a huge sonic wave paralysed my whole body from billowing.

Where the wave of laughter has subsided, I don't think I should be laughed out at, and now I'm offering you a topic. I want to make it a bit of constructive travel time if they're going to talk about it extensively even if they leave it alone anyway.

'... Um, I'd like to organize the information again, okay?

"Oh? Why? I'll tell you as much as I can. Don't hesitate to ask me!

Mr. One agreed to my abrupt change of subject.

'Well, I'd like to check again... tell me a little more about your brother's second and third class'

In order not to think too much about the captured Hanu, we have to fill our heads with another thought. At this time, it is more realistic to enter the information of the opponent you will be fighting and allocate resources to your measures. How worried I am that Hannu will never come back.

'You mean those guys... uh, how far did I tell you?

"Mr. No.2 has two horns with blue and white skin. Green skin with a single horn is about the exterior characteristic of Third Class - right? More like this, I'd like to know about the character of the two of you and your hobby tendencies...... '

Knowing your opponent's preferences in battle leads you to read thoughts, and even capture your orientation - was it your master, or was it Mr. Rose?

When I heard it during the meal, only the appearance information of Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3 was disclosed, and since then it has flowed into Mr. No. 1's stupid story, so I still don't know anything about the fine character of the two of them.

"Uh, yeah, it's their personality... even though it's only when they were kids that you and I lived together..."

Mr. One roars like it's hard. Don't you want to talk much, or don't you have so much to talk about, to observe from the atmosphere of your voice?

It's okay, isn't it? The point is, it's important to know what kind of action you're likely to take in battle... '

When I helped him out that way, Mr. One gained momentum.

"Oh, my God, I see! If that's the case, there's plenty of them! You're fighting like every day!

If you think about it, it's terrible, but Mr. One speaks brightly.

I know there are problems with land and assets, but I think it's very sad that brothers are fighting each other. Especially since I feel unnecessarily like that just because I don't exist. Of course Flim and I grew up together when we were little, and although we're almost more like brothers and sisters than cousins. But there's a deep river running between 'siblings' and 'things like siblings', and the word 'things like' means [infinitely close to identical, but that's why it's decidedly different].

How does Mr. One accept that we are in contention between brothers -?

"He's the second one, then he's a raw" lying bastard born out of his mouth. The only time that son of a bitch is lying is when he's keeping his mouth open, and the only time he's not lying is when he's keeping his mouth shut. "

He talks about Mr. No.2, who looks laid back and is probably, but is the second son.

'Oh, yeah, and the number two guy has a nasty mouth for that. Similar to what I saw on the moon and night, Princess Xiaolong uses her powers. "

"? Power like Hanu......?

I wonder which one it is, and I inquire,

'Look, something like this, the one that's gonna punch you in the head with such strong words? He's got cancer, too.'

I see, the Spirit. Hannu had used the Spirit many times to intimidate Mr. No.1 and block his mouth. Being able to do something similar to that - is it still a kind of "alien"?

"The number two thing is the spear, but it's the" mouth "that's more troublesome than that. Because it's a sound, I can't avoid it this way. For once, I tried everything like earplugs and shouting this one up... even if I could just kill a little power, I still haven't been able to avoid it altogether. Damn, let's fight personality and the way we fight, you womanizer. '

You're a liar, you're a spear, you have character.

- What do we do, it's not a little bit like Romnick...? No, well, he wasn't a wolf.

But when I wonder if I have to deal with that type again, I get a little sloppy too, although I'm not Mr. One. While the troubles of being an enemy are aggravated, the type of person is mentally [harsh] to deal with as a person.

"But, well, that's the only mouth the bastard has. It'll crack for a second, but you'll recover soon, and it's not even that far. Uh, but..."

I flipped the foreword on the arrowhead, which I said was fine, and Mr. One roars as a grumpy dog.

"When the second and third classes combine, it gets pretty rough. Third class bastards have special ears. You're totally ignoring the influence of the second voice.

Ha, and exhale to chew up the bitter bug.

Apparently, Mr. Third Class's "Genius" is in his ear.

This means that each of the three brothers is housed in a separate site.

Mr. No.1 is "Eye", Mr. No.2 is "Mouth" and Mr. No.3 is "Ear".

It's as if they reversed each of the lessons of 'I don't see, I don't hear, I have to say'. It may not have been wrong for Hannu to refer to Mr. One as a ghost monkey.

'... Speaking of which, I'm just wondering, how come the number of names and horns is the opposite?

"Ah? Horn?

I frankly threw the question that came to my mind. [M]

"Uh, Mr. No.1 has three horns, Mr. No.2 has two horns, and Mr. No.3 has one horn... it's kind of tricky."

'Oh, I guess. I used to think you were crazy, too. Damn it, it's not gonna come true to add or subtract the appropriateness of that fucking father.'

Words are backwards, cum, and Mr. One laughs.

"It's as simple as that. Number one because I was born first, number two because I was born second, number three because I was born third. The color of the skin and the number of horns varies a lot depending on the mother. It's only occasional (by chance) that the number and number of corners are reversed, by chance. '

Does that mean that Mr I, Mr II and Mr III are half-brothers, respectively, to observe? Well, then it is certainly also convincing that the number of skin colors and horns varies.

- Or Mr. One's father, who has three wives...

Around speaking plainly, polygamy may be commonplace in their clan. I mean, on second thought, I'm a little surprised to realize that 'ghost' women like Mr. One also exist again. Is this how a woman can be a giant? If that's the case, it's going to be outrageous when something happens to the couple, I can't help but imagine.

'Well, but I've heard that the more corners, the stronger they are. In fact, your father has a lot of horns. That's the king you were born with. Of course I'm the next king!

Mr. No.1 laughs confidently at being ha-ha-ha. So I want you to give me a break from laughing in the flesh that way. "The giant voice is quite loud, and the hands that put me on it will shake up and down a lot.

'Excuse me, I'll get back to you. So, what is it about Third Class... other than the fact that your ears are special?

'Hmm? Oh, that's him. That bastard is an alley, I don't know, in a nutshell - [the guy who doesn't listen to others].'

'... Huh?

You have a "psychic" in your ear? My "Huh? 'In contrast, Mr. No.1 nodded unuzzly with his head in a large helmet,

'I understand, Master Beowulf. I think so, too. I don't think so. You can't listen to someone else while you're listening to me like that. What are you looking at?'

He agreed with me that my feelings were well conveyed, and I couldn't, hey, I couldn't.

"Is it the one with the inheritance from the mother? Anyway, third class bastards don't lend ears to opinions around them. It has been since I was a little girl. The usual queen's exorcism is just a" play "for that bastard. I'm not interested in ownership of this island, Bitych. Fight and live with us every day, and you'll be happy with it."

Again, this is Mr. Dark Yui. Is it the free temperament of the three men? I have a rather hazy image of being naive or seamless. [M]

'Cause that's the kind of bastard you are, the so-called "trigger-happy" guy. Be careful where you are, Master Beowulf.'

'Trigger Happy means... is the good stuff a gun?

unexpected. No, it is not technically a separate surprise, as some of the traps (traps) that were countless were gunpowder type turrets, etc. on the journey to Mr. One's residence.

However, I feel that the use of firearms has killed the properties because of its powerful power as a "giant state".

To my question, Mr. One leans his neck elusively.

"Uh, did he get a gun... or did he get a gun... or did he get a gun from a third class?" [I'll shoot anything I can], it feels like '

'Anything you can shoot, shoot anything...?

As much as I accidentally parroted it back, that was a strange way to put it.

'Oh, what a good word... it's hard to explain. You'll see, you'll see. "

Without getting any guidelines at all, Mr I gave up explaining.

Shoot anything you can - does that mean you're going to rotate a bunch of firearms for extended ranged attacks?

That's enough to say Trigger Happy. I wonder how many rounds they're going to make, and that should mean using quite a few bullets. Thinking about it, maybe he's getting machine guns, gatoring cannons, that kind of stuff.

It's a bit of a clap in the sense that you don't wield your arm as a giant, but if the size of the firearm you're dealing with complies with a height of fifteen meltres, it hasn't gotten pretty stylish. Rather than the rain of bullets, carpet bombardment by shells could hit.

- Mr. No.2's "mouth", possibly jamming by sound waves. And a remote attack from the third class who poked that gap... I see that Mr. One will struggle...

As I said earlier, Mr. One's gear has only one sword wave in his martial arts armor. Other than that, there is no armament.

Perhaps, but Mr. One's style of combat relied on that proud eye - the Devil's Eye, The Moon and Night View. Seeing everything in its eyes, it sniffs, packs up an intermission and pounds in a blow all over its body. I guess I'm even confident I'll break through the barrage of Mr. Third Class, who calls himself Trigger Happy. So he's throwing himself into battle, asking only for armor and swords.

And I guess you're proud of the way you fight it. From Mr. I's previous oral rhetoric, I feel somewhat confident.

But I guess it's sad, he's nothing short of self-poisoning.

I can't do as much as I want.

He said this earlier.

"Until today, I've been interrupted by second- and third-class bastards and the Queen's exorcism continues to fail, but you look like this and I'm the strongest of brothers. Number two and number three are working together to attack me, so I'm always drawn out of battle."

Yes, in other words, Mr. One is repeating the same battle every time.

I have to say this is lazy on boulders.

Although I'm not going to deny Mr. One's style of combat from the ground up, I also know that it's madness shagging that wants a different outcome while repeating the same thing every day.

Fighting is not so sweet that the same tactics prevail over and over again. Especially if they are capable of thinking. Many times the same hand can be used by an artificial and graphic opponent like SB (Security Bot).

Mr. One had to fight more creatively. So it was brought into the draw like every day. Well, I repeat the same thing every time, but I'm not defeated, and that's amazing.

In this battle, I must lead Mr. One to victory as an angel of God. To be more precise, we must let him defeat the Queen of the Root Country.

Thinking about it, there is nothing else to say that the demands Yazaemon has poked at earlier are a little out of focus.

This time, it's not about winning or losing between us.

Among Mr. One, Mr. Two and Mr. Third Class, the key is who will defeat the 'Queen'.

It is not my victory to aim for, but [Mr. I's victory]. I don't know if I've worn it wrong.

"... ah?

In the blink of an eye, an electric flash passed the back of my brain, and I raised my face, which I had accidentally allowed to lean over, and made a dumb noise.

- No, it's not, it's not. It's not like that. I don't think Howell's demands via Yazaemon are meant to curb my own combat power...

"... yes or no...!

Even now, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Yes. Supporting ceremonies are meant to support (support) fellow parties and clusters. In the case of the operator himself, there is no principle.

For example, what the hell would happen if I used physical enhancement support techniques like Strength, Rapid, and Protection for Mr. One?

It's a simple story. Mr. No. 1, the strongest of the three brothers, who managed to contain it by the barrage of Mr. No. 2's "Genius" and Mr. No. 3, literally turns it into an untouchable monster.

Mr. No.1, who foresaw all attacks and disruptions with the Devil's Eye "Moon and Night" and was antagonizing his two younger brothers by himself, even with his tough physical abilities, will be boosted even further in his abilities.

It will no longer be possible to stop him, to Mr Number Two and Mr Third Class. Definitely overwhelming them both, Mr. One instantly triumphs. By staunching the life of the 'Queen' with that one wave of sword.

That's why Howell and the others repelled.

――――

I finally understand.

That's what he meant by "let's have a fair fight".

All I can say is, they did it. Not only did I simply seal my Absolute Square, but I was banned from the most effective tactic in the game of Queen Exorcism.

I see, it makes sense. That would certainly be a condition that you would want to demand even with Hanu as a hostage. If I don't, Mr. One on my side will be the winner, because it's almost certain.

"Oh? What's the matter, Master Beowulf? Is something wrong?

Mr. No.1 notices something is wrong with me and calls me via the switch.

At this moment, I made a number of decisions at once.

I just have to do it.

As I said earlier, this is not a "win-win" issue.

Win.

Get Hanu back on top of that.

That's what I'm talking about.

For example, at the expense of anything.

'- Mr. One, I have an important story to tell you. Listen carefully.'

From the top of his hands, he looked up at me.

"Oh, oh? I don't mind, but, you know, it's time for you to arrive, right?

While confused, he moves his giant jaw to indicate the end of the road.

When I was caught, I threw my gaze forward and I saw the light there.

red light. It is a blurry, thermal glow. That's what I see at the end of the dim passage.

Lava (Magma) - The word went past my head first.

I was wondering a little bit when I stepped into this underground space. I wondered why it was so cool. There are volcanoes and mountains of thought, and the heat rays from the sun are so powerful during the day, why -.

Maybe there's something, I thought.

And that's the kind of hunch I get.

It was the same this time.

'Look, Master Beowulf. That's Nenokni - "Between Queens". That fucking queen is nasty over there......!

Tensions also seep from Mr. One's mind. What's gushing at the same time is the sense of Dawn Young? Slightly, but I think the ambient temperature has risen. Like Mr. One's hands on me and a heat wave coming out of the chest plate behind me.

No, that's not all.

Hot air is slowly flowing from where we're headed. It's as if you're collecting all the heat in the basement over there. There was such a feeling that it approached the burning furnace quietly, but intensely.

"- Um, Mr. One...? Could that be so...?

'Oh, it's hot...! Oh, I forgot to tell you! I'm sorry! But you have to be patient there, Master Beowulf!

How dare you. If that's the case, if only you'd told me so, I wouldn't be able to do anything, but I'd have prepared my mind about it. No, in the worst case scenario, the temperature-regulating technique called the assistive technique (Tempered Constant), or the mode of the battle jacket "Achilles" (Stex), which Flim remade, has a thermoregulating function.

'Come on now, it's time for the second- and third-class guys to get together over there. Let's go, Master Beowulf!

Mr. One's legs are quickened if you can't live up to the will to get in.

So I waited in a hurry.

'- Wait! I'm not done talking to you yet! Mr. No.1!

He said, "It's okay, it's okay! I'll do that later. '

The moment I was about to be properly flushed, some thread cut off in me.

"Listen, I'm telling you."

Billy, and pointed sharply like an air-charged razor.

I didn't even yell at you, but I think it was an unforgiving thought while I was at it.

It was as if frustration, agitation, all that stuff, was aggregated there.

――――

Silently, Pita, and Mr. One stopped any movement. It's as if even Hannu's Spirit received it.

As it is, awkward silence descends.

…………

I was full of excuses. Hannu was caught in front of him, and this time he was also manipulated by his enemies to seal the support technique, which was unusually stressful. As strange as I am, it did not explode violently.

Nevertheless, the way I said it earlier may have made me feel extra intimidated than angry poorly.

'- I'm sorry, I didn't say it the way I did. I'm sorry......'

'Oh, oh... hey, don't apologize like that, Master Beowulf. I'm the one who tried to ignore the story. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

When I apologized first, Mr. One bowed his head. The giant moves, bubbles, and the air shakes heavily.

'No, it's me. Hey, I'm so uptight...'

At a time like this, Hannu would say, "Calm down, Ratto," and in some cases he would pinch my face with both hands, so I could regain my peace.

No, I'm just rattled without that kid.

I shouldn't have done this.

"- Huh!"

Mood shot. Pa! and slapped himself on the cheek with both hands vigorously. Sparks scatter in front of you only for a moment in the shock of the Moya Moya in your head blowing away.

'Oh, hey, Master Beowulf......!?

Suddenly I ran into self-inflicted injuries, and Mr. No.1 moved his hands with a dick.

On a trembling scaffold, I took one, two, three deep breaths...

'- It's okay. Now I'm awake. I'm going to get back on my mind.'

Deciding to remain familiar, I switch consciousness.

Don't get lost. Don't get confused. Don't be a wolf.

Hannu is waiting for me.

Now just think about getting that kid back.

"Mr. One, I have an operation. Listen. '

Throw away your fears and hesitations.

I don't need anything to get in the way.

So here's what I declare.

"- I'm launching an ambush."

Because pride and courtesy are not as valuable as dust and mustard compared to Hannu.