Riot Grasper

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The roar echoes. You're already a monster, aren't you? roaring enough to think so, but reason still seems to remain. I can hear a creaking voice from the back of the outer shell.

"... at best, let me scratch your feet"

The whole body of Berga is no longer filled entirely with jade scales. I wonder if my legs have swelled up even more like a mass of muscle fiber reinforced by an outer shell, and in an instant my opponent's appearance scratches off.

No, it looked like it disappeared.

The moment when consciousness caught up that it jumped from preliminary motion to the sky. Tighten yourself up again to the nervousness that you might get killed if you distract yourself at all.

"- annihilation!!!"

With a voice as stupid as ever, a blow was fired from the top trying to extinguish this one. Side steps to the left trying to get as far from the spot as possible because the interception was unlikely to be in time. How much more aggressive the hell are you...?

The moment Berga's fist reached the ground - the soil on the surface turned back as if it had thrown a rock into the water.

The dust rises like a water splash and falls according to paralysis and gravity.

... Wow. It's more destructive than you can imagine. I wonder what would happen if I hit that one.

Unexpectedly stare back at the gear I'm wearing right now.

Quilted armor supposedly shock-resistant.

Famous craftsman - an armor made by the hands of Jig Salman, knitted in black steel thread that is more durable than bad metal. That doesn't mean it's just intact, but it might just have to be to the point of ruminating the gut.

Anyway, running around doesn't make any sense.

Now it's - it's our turn.

Kick the ground at the same time as landing.

Reduce the distance taken between enemies as if they were going to regenerate backwards this time.

I'm aiding my own body with wind magic so I can move a little faster, but that's not enough.

Quickly.

Just fast.

Faster.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

In an attempt to slash Berga directly from the front, he placed his sword at the top.

- Absolutely.

Strengthen behind your belly and wave your sword down as you push the root air out of your lungs.

When it comes to the blow of all my might, I look good, but in other words, I just waved my sword from the front without thinking about it. There is no way such an attack could lead to an opponent, and he was beautifully received with his arms.

I ate into meat just a few moments ago, but the new outer shell isn't even going to allow that.

Is it my lack of power, or is the sword not cleavage well again?

There is no fine dust to dissatisfaction with Mr. Jig's sword, so I am completely underpowered.

The Devil's Sword increases in sharpness every time the equipped man breaks the life of his kind. If I cut and killed all the human beings in this match venue, it would be easy enough to pierce even Berga's outer shell, but I can't even think about that.

Oh, I'm scared.

... which is why we have another means available. Even if it was slashed from the front, I could predict it would stop me.

"From here."

He switched the sword into one hand and activated the light magic he had prepared by sticking his palms out in front of his opponent.

- "Flash Impact (Lightburst)"!!

Eyelashes from close range.

Even if he is the opponent covered in the outer shell, he intends to have chosen the magic that he would want to be effective.

"Gu...... uhh"

Berga twisted his body, creating a slight gap.

Exactly, it's not sweet enough to miss this good opportunity.

I tried to reach for the target's outer shell to activate the skill, but the result was not activated.

When transferring skills to Luke, he was able to do so without any problems with the scales on his skin. I guess you should still consider this outer shell to be like armor.

Well, then...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Focus a single point on the most targeted and easy-to-target torso area.

If a hard scale like green jade stone (emerald) doesn't pass through the blade - you just have to peel it.

If the scale is a pseudo-armor that protects your body, you can destroy it.

Even hard scales can easily peel away from pressure applied in certain directions. Because Luke's scale was so beautiful before, it is a good memory that if I had made it during the break, I would have put one on Peri.

... that really pissed me off (bee).

Somehow, he was refused a beast ride with such momentum that he would never put it on his back again.

Well, if that experience were to come alive here, it wouldn't have been in vain.

Luke, I'd love to feed you something delicious later.

Stab the sword into the gap of the scales and divide the adherent flesh.

Galliggy.

High hardness objects tumbled down to the ground along with the sound of metal rubbing.

- One.

- Two.

- Three.

- I'm here!!

Scales scattered at your feet are like luxuriously sprinkled with gemstone emeralds on the ground.

Around the peeling of some scales, the flesh on the body surface became dewy.

All right, if we kill and tear this place apart, we'll stay in Berga.

"Gi...... GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

I thought...... but Berga, with her vision restored, spurred momentum on this one and shook her fist off. Turning aggressive motion into defense and trying to reciprocate it with a sword...

"Oh... just"

I succeeded in changing the vector of power to try to destroy the subject, but the recoil blew my body away. The experience of floating in the air for more than a few meters is not quite something you can do, but not if you are enjoying it for a long time.

After getting in position in the air, grab the ground firmly with both legs and brake. Her body finally rested as she scraped the ground in a rough way.

Damn. I was almost there.

Before I regret it, Berga whines only one word.

"... sorry"

What? What are you talking about? This guy.

I don't remember you doing anything to make me apologize.

"Still seemed to be watching you sweetly"

"No, I'm close to the limit now."

I kind of have a very bad feeling about it. Because it's up to you to decide what kind of action your enemies will take next to throw up this kind of dialogue.

"From the beginning - we should have done everything we could"

"Please don't do that. It's not funny."

"What I can't afford to laugh at is the same thing here. You should be honored. It's been a long time since I've been serious."

Apparently, it's the truth that you didn't mean it.

Can I go home now? It's a development that makes me want to hear, but I wasn't thinking about these possibilities at all.

Berga's Exterior Shell of the Ancient Dragon (Dragon's Crust) is built up to LV3. My skills, "Bandit's Divine Skill (Liot Glass Parlor)", are awarded benefits such as skill transfer for each LV rise, but I was afraid Berga's skills would change the form of the outer shell for each LV as well.

The first stage hardens the body.

The second stage is in its current form.

The third stage is -?

It's not like my chest doesn't jump to further morphological changes, but I just want to believe that my chest is pounding right now due to tension. How much is it, me?

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With a fierce roar, Berga's body swells even more.

The tail is longer, thicker, and the shape of the head changes to start peeking fangly into the outer shell. By placing both hands on the ground and changing from bipedal to quadrupedal, the morphology changes from human to complete dragon.

It is the iron rule that even though it is defenseless to be in such a transformation, for some reason it does not attack. Because even if a hero defeats a villain with that, it just gets bashed.

But I'm not a hero.

- That's not what I found out.

I was sick from the area where Berga roared, stepping on the body of my changing opponent and jumping heavily over it. In addition to the aid of wind magic, I think I could jump a lot higher. According to the mechanical energy preservation rules, all the positional energy is converted into kinetic energy and bumped into each other.

My body reached a height where it possessed enough positional energy to arc and start falling.

"... There it is. This is it."

Removed from the tool bag in the air - the White Devil Crystal.

Inside is a magic sphere that combines six attributes that I specialize in. The magic sphere, instantly embodied by remembering the keyword, was tamed into its own sword in the air.

Aim... where I peeled the scales off my outer shell earlier. The effect of vitality enhancement skills or the fact that repairs seem to be progressing at considerable speeds is not yet complete.

I'm sorry I'm on my way to a transformation.

"That's it, that's it. Ahhh."

- "Multiple Attribute Polar Sword Strike (Symphonic Rave)"!!

As always, they release sword waves that combine all attributes to their enemies, but this time they decide to target sword strikes as they are. Add all my weight and falling energy to this blow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

It conveys the feeling that the full body eats into the meat. The giddy sword is a recoil that is forcefully cleaving thick outer shells like fools. For a moment, I was worried that my sword would break, but I just have to believe Mr. Zig here.

"Go, go, go!!"

I was relieved by the feeling that I was able to wield my sword safely, and I rolled to the ground with momentum. At the same time, the place where the move was hit causes an explosion. The six-colored brilliance of all the attributes was dispersed with no less radiance than the green jade stone (emerald) colored dragon scales.

Flew by a blast after falling from height, I slowly rise up with all my strength on my legs, checking my physical condition. Though it hurts a few places, there doesn't seem to be any noticeable trauma.

"Do... or...?

Turn your gaze to the heart of the blast, a word.

- Moment, my vision flipped.

Firstly, severe pain runs in the lateral abdomen, irritating nerves that lead to general pain so that ripples can spread.

I didn't have time to understand what had happened to me, and at the end of the day I felt a strong shock on my back.

"Ga...... hey, what, but...?

Behind you, the wall.

And far forward, there was the figure of Berga, who had become a completely dragon form. Make sure it's solidified in a way that swings through my tail like a polar whip, and for the first time I understand what I've been done.

I mean, he was shivered.

All I could think about was my flaming, slightly alarmed flames.

He's been swept away for over ten meters.

"Ah...... g, geboho"

Is that...? A little viscous red liquid falls to the dry ground.

From where...?

haha...... haha.

Nothing. It's from me.

The unpleasant feeling of a raw, warm liquid conveying lips that are sensitive to touch.

It seems to me like a lie to have this iron-smelling liquid flowing through my body.

Do it...

If it weren't for Mr. Zig's protective gear, he would have died for real. Still a few broken ribs, and maybe even damaged guts. I'd say you were lucky just to have your hands and feet move safely.

That said, I complain of pain that makes my whole body swell when I try to get up. I tried to replace the sword with a cane, but realized that I did not possess the sword.

"Haha...... ha. This could be really, really bad."

If they attack me now, I can't even deal with them, but that doesn't mean they're intact with my full blow either. Probably damaged the Berga body inside. What keeps you still and motionless is it looks like you're waiting for the wound to heal.

Before the severely damaged outer shell gets blocked, I just want to stick my arm in and take the skill that is the culprit from the Berga body, but it doesn't move as my body thinks.

"My... what about the sword?

The healing magic and self-healing of vitality enhancement skills make it possible to walk, looking around slowly.

"This... is yours, isn't it?

I was accidentally called out and turned my gaze... Ray was sitting back. Did you take her unconscious to the edge of the scene so she wouldn't end up in battle?

"I feel... did you notice that? Safe?"

Ray was still confused, but he was picking up and squeezing my sword, which would have been rolling.

"At least I think I'm safer than you are now."

"Maybe. By the way, that sword. Can you give it to me?

While you continue your conversation with Ray, you will not fail to take a look at your recovery and how Berga is doing.

"One, tell me"

"... fine"

"Why, did you help the eagle? Did you hear about Len, or did you get in love?

I think it's harsh to ask such a difficult question to a person in a bloody state.

"Do you have a reason to help someone?

"You must have decided to stay."

Wow... this was my favorite dialogue a lot. Oh, my God.

"Even myself, I don't know. Enough is enough. I don't have much time."

"Not an answer."

I'm not convinced, but Ray offered me his sword.

"You think you can beat that monster against you? I'm gonna die."

A carbide, huh?

Sure, that's a lot more menacing than demons.

But... hmm?

Is that...?

"Haha, haha..."

Ray pierces me with a cold gaze like he sees a madman when he gets funny and leaks a laugh.

"No, maybe, but you're worried about me..."

Oh, I feel a little sick saying this myself.

"Huh? That's advice now. I said it was stupid to die."

"Oh well. But... you don't give a shit about advice, do you?

……

Sometimes I can say it because it's a bloody tense. Later and think calmly, I may regret uttering a very embarrassing word.

"Probably the same thing I did for Ray."

- A lot of silence.

The look on her face as she leans down, I can't peek at it from here.

Okay, let's get this conversation over with.

I haven't completely healed my wounds, but I've managed to shake my sword enough.

"... don't call me by name with confidence, I told you"

I felt like I heard a voice like that on my back rushing out to Berga.