Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The five levels of the tower of witches were like caves.

Here and there, covered with light blue crystal stones.

It was quite a fantastic atmosphere, no less so than the previous hierarchy.

From the last five tiers, there will come out warcraft of Class B danger.

I'm not going to be more frightened than necessary because I could have dealt with even Nargarn, the Class A Warcraft, but most adventurers who visited the five levels of the Witch Tower seemed to either rely on numbers to challenge the Warcraft or mine the Demon Ore while fleeing the Warcraft.

And the adventurer who climbed the stairs leading to the six levels did not exist as one in the records of the village of Pargas.

The main warcraft that appears in this hierarchy is Cycle Pros.

Nearly three meters tall, he is the first giant. Horns grow from the center of my head.

He is very smart, although rigid and has no language.

But the lifestyle is the barbarians themselves, and if they are creatures, whether they are people or bugs, they eat everything.

In addition to the vicious appearance, an awesome attack with mace that seems to have been made by cutting out crystal stones.

Old adventurers seem to have had quite a bit of liver to sit on, such as when they were mining demon ore while fleeing this force.

How fruitful was it?

I'd love to look into this hierarchy of demon ores, too, but unfortunately, even if I get a lot of them, there's a limit to how much I can carry.

At any rate, the Class A Warcraft will be crappy, something I'd like to collect in six or seven levels.

Golden Dragonhead, obtained on four levels, has also just missed out on crying.

Meir looks up at me anxiously.

"Abelu...... is that okay? Won't you come down? Meir, I'm very anxious."

"It's okay, it's okay. You want Meir on board, too?

"Uh-huh... no matter how much Abel invites me, then... hey, let me think"

I'm on Cycle Pros' shoulder right now, traveling five levels.

I use it as a foot because it came under attack where I stepped into the fifth tier, and when I held it down with an arm of dirt and sealed it, I have thrown down my weapon and indicated surrender.

That's Cycle Pros, he's smart as his reputation suggests.

If you're on Cycle Pros, no other Cycle Pros are coming at you.

After looking at me strangely, I move away from it like I perceived something when my eyes met me.

I was going to get about one horn for the memorial, but I can't find an affordable horn because I don't have a cyclopross coming towards the blade.

It's kind of like robbing me to set me up from over here and take the horns, too.

If I asked for the Cycle Pros I'm riding right now, would you just give me a second?

While riding the Cycle Pros, look for other Warcraft.

The body surface and fluid were clear, and the appearance of a clear forg was visible to the organ.

It is a warcraft that is not usually the same in size as a species forg, but is feared as a C-level superior because it moves fast and exhales powerful digestive fluid.

If you look far away, there's a big turtle carrying a rugged, clear colored methyl.

Is that... is that a crystal turtle?

He says he has strong legs, pulls to his bragging armor after kicking him on the ground with his feet, and specializes in crushing his external enemies.

The difficulty of the crusade is assumed to jump by one step, as the hazard is at the top of Class C but it is difficult to break through a hard defense.

Looking at the crystal turtle with that in mind, the crystal turtle accidentally pulled into the armor.

A familiar beam of light emits from the tip of the bend and hits the crystal turtle directly.

Crystal turtle armor is bounced up. A crack entered the armor floating in the air, smashing and scattering at the same time as it crashed into the wall, screaming the Terminator.

"Huh... Huh... Looks like you caught up"

Clear beauty is heard from the source of the rays.

But to that voice, the elegance I had heard before had faded.

From the end of the corner, the high elf of Oddeye, which was five tiers, appeared.

She looks pale and is holding her abdomen down with her hands.

"Ugh, you're lying...?

I was honestly surprised at the resurrection of the elves.

"Are you surprised? This coat is specially made. The high elf priest, who has been entrusted by the god of the sky, Silfaim, can borrow it for life from the Great Temple. With a bit of magic, the magic formation in the robe unfolds and suppresses all shocks"

"You kept all that complete defeat and you still had the strength to come after me..."

Of course I wasn't surprised that I was safe with the kick of the World Tree Ortem.

I have just seen firmly where I am failing in grandeur to prevent it in the first place.

What surprises me is against this bottomless mental power of the elves.

Normally, I thought if I beat that big mouth and then lost that beautifully, it would be something that would lurk me so that I would never get into their sight again, but apparently it wasn't just for this elf.

Did you really even come to lick my shoes?

Elf's left eyelid trembles when it tingles on his nerves.

"You can't let this me be the best sorcerer of the High Elf priests to lay down my defeat in a place like this when Lord Silfeim pushes me to my heartbeat... I am sorry for my ancestors, my compatriots, and Master Sylpheim as they are. Sure, let's admit I was insulting you! Marlen tribe, for once now, fight this me! I can't play anymore! of witchcraft and sorcery, in pure battle, betraying the dignity of our heavenly people..."

"ব া য ় ু (Saturday) প ্ র া চ ী হ া ত (Elephant the Wall)"

The dirt wall rose, and the dirt wall rose between me and the elf.

As the separation between them grew, I saw an elf with a flashing look on his face, but as he returned to me, he changed his aesthetic expression into a ghost shape and jumped to the wall.

After the road is completely sealed off, you can hear the sound of a severe slap on the wall from the other side of Don.

Okay, let's go.

"... don't you mind if I deal with him some more? There was a lot of excitement on your own, wasn't there?

"I don't know a little bit about the pride of that kind of race. It usually stinks. That guy."

Wins and losses are already on.

They said things that made me look like a fool of myself, but I am already satisfied because I went through the battle on four levels and all became boomerang to that elf and stabbed him.

No more, it stinks. I'm not a very involved and fun opponent.

Did you use any sorcery over there, too, the walls glowed and began to collapse.

Again, I sent my magic to shape it, and then I sent my magic over it to keep it strong.

"Is this okay? Let's get you to the sixth level."

When I said it, Cycle Pros nodded small and started walking down another road.