Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

While Ars, Loki and Iliis headed downstairs.

Fannon, entrusted with the basement two tiers, immediately took a critical stance on the herd of Bodos, as if to fill one side. Technically, it's surrounded, and Fannon troops are forced to pack the distance between Girizilli and each other.

"Well, what shall we do, Master Fannon? I've never fought so many at once."

Male cadet's weak-hearted narrative.

Forced confined space by too much material in the first place. The crew took a circular formation surrounding Fannon while guarding their surroundings to do so on a daily basis. Can we reach out to each other now and touch each other?

It is also critical to deal with AWR, and the means will inevitably be limited if we are forced to retreat any further.

Let cold sweat creep into your back to figure out when and at what time everyone will get their mouth fires cut.

If Bodos strikes me in unison, that means a riot. Even if you can defeat multiple with one magic, that won't even buy you time. Rather than Bodos, the concept that demons are companions - compatriots - is rare. He should be poking around with no eyes on his buddy's body or anything.

Then the result was more obvious than seeing fire. The marginally tolerated front collapses in seconds.

It is not a major problem in front of the quantity, such as high or low rates. Instead of finding a breakthrough, the number of bodos continues to increase. Will a hundred be over excellent?

I was too uncomfortable waiting for Fannon, the captain, to instruct me.

Fannon is as if to mock the mood of such a trooper.

"I don't care, don't let it fly dirty blood on me. You guys hunt the mutton... the only thing strong is me hunting, that's all. I'll help you if you're dying."

I realize everyone was mistaken for a voice that didn't even put the crew in their teeth.

There are things to protect in this unit, and the crew just flour themselves to the ground. Fannon decided that only the crew could cut through, meaning that he wasn't as handy as he was.

Everyone interpreted the far-flung words that way and felt something hot in his chest.

Second, I can hear someone sniffing.

Not likely to have been sensitized, Fannon added as he twirled his umbrella and hung the chase.

"I'm telling you, you're not carrying a body."

Those various words greatly improve the morale of the crew. It's more like being an old man than a magician. Regardless of rank or status, there are implicit rules that are common among the troops in this unit. There are princesses in this unit who should protect themselves by throwing their lives.

Some kind of blind affection.

lofty ideas. That is how they may find the significance of fighting close

That's why you shouldn't commit foolishness that annoys you until you die.

There was someone who now stepped forward with his retracting leg and curled his sleeve roughly. As a magician, he had an unproductive attitude and was just an angry fatherly intent.

With perseverance, Fannon protrudes as if striking the tip of his umbrella toward the ground.

"Work for me. I don't have time to waste in this place, so I'm gonna clean up!

"Copy that!" and so on, each leaves an acknowledgement response to kick Bodos in the face.

Only fierce men have crossed the dead line more than once, the first to be used to fighting.

Massive magic was refraining as much as possible, basically not letting him step into time, attempting multiple destruction at a time. There can be no retreat for them beyond the subject of protection behind them.

I don't want you to step forward and get overwhelmed.

Little by little, but surely widening the circle. Fannon's troops divide the enemies at close range on the front line as a method of warfare when dealing with multiple opponents into those who magically follow behind them to fill the gap for a moment.

It is visible that the disadvantage is due to the number of hands, so it will be covered at an exquisite time. It is a breathtaking collaboration, but the concentration of those who provide magic cover at medium range was unusual.

Deposit your back and only look forward and push forward. This collaboration is established in what can be termed a trick. To this end, gaze into the nerves that strain, including magical choices.

Wind slaughter drops Bodos' neck on both sides of his sword-wielding companion on the front line.

Trinity… The number of troops that could be stopped at once was less than expected, even if it could be confirmed.

On the contrary, even with his eyes on his fellow fighters on the front line, it was gradually more difficult to defeat him with a single blow. The calculations to be pushed in at once and swept away will be corrected along with cold sweat.

Just for a minute, I fought and began to understand. It wasn't hard to defeat dense bodos at first. But Fannon's crew has been unable to move forward since earlier. Though only marginally, there was room for movement because of the reduced number of bodos.

In other words, the Bodos here meant that the integrated combat capability was very high.

A group of support personnel have begun to notice this anomaly, shaking their heads slightly, to check the situation.

He had broken both with one knife and chased him to the point of being incapable of combat, which was now repeated everywhere he could slash and tie with two or three.

If one collapses, Fannon will be annoyed. There was no resistance to analyzing the situation and accepting that the status quo was not fragrant. They know what to prioritize.

The like-minded companions give signals only with their gaze.

One of the people I was covering said, "Change the way!" Shortly after he shouted, the men who had slashed and knotted him on the front line retreated simultaneously.

Seeing the crew move, next to Fannon, Excelles felt their judgment was appropriate. Though Bodos, common sense does not prevail at a time when each individual is in possession of a weapon. Instead of using weapons taken from humans, they should have split weapons from body tissue because they decided they were instinctively necessary.

It is clear that the competition for survival in mineral deposits made it so. But is the concept of weapons something to prepare for demons in the first place?

If Ars explains it correctly, the concept of a weapon - does it also mean that demons have created shapes from scratch that are highly lethal, such as swords and spears used by humans, and that they often see?

If this were the outside world, outside the deposits, I wouldn't have had this lump-like suspicion. Because demons eat magicians and decipher and reflect their magic information.

But as he said, closed deposits are another world, so to speak, isolated. There is no room for human traces to enter.

I guess Fannon, who is piercing silence next to Excelles, is beginning to realize as well.

Again, the demons that live inside this deposit are creepy.

But I lose sight of even my original purpose when I'm caught in suspicion that I'm so close to such a clutter right now.

Eyes on the crew as Excelles shook them off.

We need to be vigilant about the number of bodos, and pay close attention to how they look different from the usual species. But still, given the difference in level of practice and the number of training fields that have been crossed, it would not be the number of objects.

Because only the strong who can overshadow any disadvantage remain in this unit.

Applied power does not take a pull on any unit. Ningro, Fannon, the captain, is this character, so even the crew alone can do enough work.

As if not worried, Excelles turns to several pillars. There was no new appearance of Bodos from the pillars that seemed to have created the Bodos in large quantities, finally interrupted.

Two of the crew members were lining up to the left and right of Fannon and Excelles, infusing AWR with immense magic.

"[Wing-style Baptism (Scrinnos)]"

"[Melting Right Arm (Agni)]"