It used to be an unknown life form, playing a gark that went hunter until it was certified to level 7.
Swirl 'Ice Storm Battle Tooth' to blow the paralyzing shock left in your arm and point its cutting-edge toward the slime.
Slime Mozuki was shaking his thick tentacles like both arms, observing the guard.
Crushed golden eyes against appearance. The eyeballs appear badly and badly in even thin flesh.
slaughtered many demons. Warcraft. Golem. A famous dragon as the most powerful class demon in the 'phantom' mimicking an ancient knight. Plus, the ugly undead that makes you nauseous.
But the creature in front of you is different from any of them. If Gark had been told to describe the creature in front of him in words, he would still only have described it as something like a slime.
Of course, I assure you, it's not slime.
"What are you...? Which 'era' did they pull you from?
Desperately escapes toward Sven as the covered investigator behind him is about to fall.
I don't expect words to come through the slime. I'm just buying time.
While Sven and other hunters were dealing with each other, Gark had been observing that phantom the whole time.
A powerful magic barrier enough to distort space. It's a kind of force field. Play Sven's arrow, which boasts a special attack, and won't even pass a magical attack.
The force field is enough to destroy the hunter by simply touching his weapon. In particular, melee jobs - not compatible with the vast majority of hunters.
The magic barrier is simple but therefore robust. It is extremely difficult to break through if you are inferior in force.
Breathe briefly and concentrate your spirit while Gark glimpses his own weapon.
Harvard the Gark is a treasure trove. It's a imitation of the advanced civilization that once existed. Its strength is greater than that of any metal that exists.
A weapon that ran through numerous battlefields and did not scratch one of them is not scratched by a slimy force field.
If Gark had retained his full season of power, he might have been able to break through the barrier and destroy the slime.
But there's a deadly blank in Gark right now. Physical decay is prevented by training but not by the lowering of the absorbed Mana Materials.
To some extent, I make up for it with my former experience, but that's a limitation.
Regardless of the hunter, Gark is not as busy as he thinks he can break through the impenetrable barrier with a single arrow of Sven.
Pass magic on your hand-held comrades.
Long time no see. Gark frowned at the inexplicable sense of vanity that ran across his body inadvertently.
The drop in Mana Materials is causing the total Magic of the Guard to decrease.
However, the treasure trove nevertheless responded to the bearer's call.
Huge blades of Halvard wrap around the cold air and shine in dull blue.
"It's not just Phantom. You're from outside? What's going on? Klee... what did you see?
It was five years ago that Gark first met Klee.
It was an ordinary party. No, at least that leader seemed mediocre.
But the decision was soon overturned by the results.
"The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)" has always been bloody.
In the midst of the many parties with a bad name, that strange name party was always on such a harsh battlefield that it would not otherwise have encountered.
The essence of Klee lies in its extraordinary foresight. It's the power you need most as a leader.
And the power grew sharper as the party members grew.
I don't even know how 'Thousands of Changes' is reading the future to a long-time dating girk.
It's not magic. It wouldn't be the power of treasure tools either. Of course, it can't be a coincidence or something.
There was only one answer left.
Klee Andrich is nothing. They predict ahead from a tiny clue, like a grain of sand, so that the average hunter gathers and prepares information well in advance.
In this case, Klee visited the land at the request of Gark's offered emergency request and noticed 'something'.
So he sent the Black Gold Cross as an advance to deal with something.
Don't forget here that when Gark went to talk to him, Klee said 'I'm busy with something else'.
This slime in front of you is a formidable enemy.
By the nature of the magic barrier, even Liz, who specializes in speed, is incompatible. But on the contrary, we can do anything about "Thousands of Changes" with countless hand tags that do not make us understand the methods of warfare.
But I didn't take that hand.
In other words, it means that the matter does not end with words such as' by chance a powerful phantom has appeared '.
I guess Klee is fighting an enemy that can't be compared to this slime or anything by now.
He said to ask Liz for something, so maybe that's connected.
Either way, the guards have to do something about this slime now.
Slime Mojo doesn't answer Gark's words.
I wave my arms up at the glance-oriented guard reminiscent of when I was a 'war ghost'.
"Fool's, I remember one thing!
Flex like a whip. Take it with a Halvard blade. Instead of beating it up, just use it like a wall and defend it.
A melted arm hits the blade. A thick blade trembles as if it were a roar, gripping the pattern firmly and withstanding the awesome shock it conveys.
For the first time, the slimeworm retreated into a girk that stomped on both feet like a firm root.
To that sight, the hunters, who were watching things around, exclaim.
Gark lifts the edge of that thick lip and smiles like a beast.
After all, the monster in front of you doesn't seem to be slime.
Originally, a demon named Slime is a travesty. They don't have a particular shape and can change shape freely, but the monster in front of them doesn't seem to have that nature.
I'm not very smart either. I guess they're attacking as if they were instincts one way or another.
It's hard to defeat, but at least it's not hard to prevent if you're a guard. If you take turns targeting the hunters with shields, you'll be able to buy some time.
The only concern was that the slime movement in front of me was getting a little faster.
Gark is essentially a warrior. I'm not very good at protecting it. If we keep getting faster and faster, we won't be able to take it in the Guard any time soon.
I may not be able to stand it alone. But with backup from the surroundings...
Peek right behind you. Each of the Magic Instructors can see the blue potion and restore their magic.
That's so bitter...
With that in mind, he changes his position and stands between the slime and the hunters.
Sven, who protected the two investigators and kept them away, shouted.
"Cover the Branch Manager!
A flaming arrow pours down on the rain and the monster in front of you. Tilt the flame storm straight through. Inhibit the slime dressing that hangs the body press from the top with "Ice Storm Warfare Tooth".
The impact from the force field annoyed Gark's arm as if it were an electric shock. Crimson armor won't prevent that either.
But Gark growled, as if to mislead the pain. That alone builds strength, as it once did when I was a hunter.
The leaves twitch and the trees tremble. Cold air wrapped around the blade propagates through the slime.
The hunters, who were on the verge of breaking into desperate war situations, regain momentum in the return of the warriors.
I can.
I can't even predict how many hours I should endure, Gark, but I'll make it endure.
That's when I was so sure, a black arrow released from the side pierced the slimy torso that was just about to jump.
Slimes are blown away. Keep hitting the tree, take the force field and the tree snaps and falls.
The roar echoes. Sven, who released the arrow, opened his eyes.
Slime slowly wakes up. A black arrow that was piercing his torso shrugged and fell to the ground.
Where you received the arrow. The area around the hole was cracked. The hole instantly blocks and the slime crease begins to move again.
But I'm pretty sure the attack went through. It's not like before everything was being played.
"?... how did the attack go through? The magic barrier... is getting weaker?
Sven releases a new arrow. The arrow, which flies at a speed that does not suck earlier, hits the arm of the slime and is bounced in the same way as before it.
Gark blocks the slime mound that's going to set us on the run, just like he did earlier.
Step on the shock and take it.
That's when Gark realized.
- It's frozen.
The spot where the slime and blade were bordered was thinly frozen.
"Ice Storm Warfare Tooth" is a cold-aired Halvard. Strong cold air even made it possible to freeze demonic flesh and create ice statues during the full season.
Originally, the object is frozen from the scar applied, but even if it is inhibited by a barrier, the cold air reaches.
The surface of the pimple and slime grew white. The air distortion caused by the magic barrier that was being released is weakened.
Ignore the pain, turn your face bright red and focus on Halvard.
The flesh stings and the bones hurt. Eat up your teeth and endure the arms that are going to tear you apart. The crimson body, which was frozen and white, is filled with pimples.
And as it was, the surface of the slime splashed apart. Ice shards fall as they sparkle. down to the ground. It disappeared as if it had been an illusion without going back to the main body.
The slime grunt raises a tall roar.
That wasn't a scream. Neither fear nor pain can be felt from that strange voice.
But definitely. The weakness of this guy is - cold air.
Freezing the surface weakens the barrier. If you crush your body, the area disappears.
Ice magic is difficult. Low mastery priority because of its low pure destructive power, and few can use it among the Magic Instructors.
Especially if it is advanced magic enough to create cold air and attack rather than physical attacks, such as directly bumping ice, the user is even less likely.
"Ice Storm Warfare Tooth" shines dull. Gark screamed.
"Ice! I'll freeze you!
"Damn, so I took the branch manager... did you hear? We're gonna ice this guy!
Sven scratches his hair and screams to throw it away. The hunters raised the roar of counterattack.
§
Through false eyes and ears, to the unexpected sight obtained, an old demon conductor with feathers of a deep green robe held his forehead.
It was one of the spare laboratories that had been prepared several times in advance.
The empty room is loaded with all the tools that were in the underground lab of The White Wolf's Nest, and many apprentices are busy working to build the lab.
A treasure trove of extremely rare space expansion - a shelf put out of a space-time bag (magic bag) that is more permissible than it looks by twisting and bending space-time, is arranged in a similar position to when the desk is given a rare catalyst that constitutes the surgical formula and is underground in the White Wolf's Nest.
All the disciples were once branded disqualified as magicians.
Those who tried and were captive of contraindications for the sake of too strong a curiosity. Those who have erupted massive attack magic, causing numerous deaths. Or those who used living humans and tried experiments that were tough to hear.
Those who have more than enough power as magicians to be lacking as someone else.
And for Noto Coclair, the man who was once glorified with one of the highest demon mentors in Imperial Capital, but who was expelled for forbidden knowledge - was both one to the other and a handy pawn.
"Oh, my God, I don't know what to say..."
"How did you do it, Lady Noto..."
One of his disciples, a badly blooded man with gray hair, dressed in a black robe, asks Noto, who was meditating his eyes and concentrating his spirit.
Noto slowly opened his eyes and saw his disciple with a sharp eye like a raptor.
He was tapping the surface of his desk with his wrinkled, carved fingertips. That's a knotty habit to do when you can't do what you want.
"No...... lose. Damn, hunters... too many."
The disciple opens his eyes to surprise at the bitter word.
In fact, the disciple watched the moment when the master applied treatment to the phantom and transformed the phantom into a far more powerful 'failure'.
A voice of phantom rising panic. A flesh constructed of mana materialis dissolved in various places on that look of stuffy suffering.
What we can do is a tough, mighty monster who defied the management of this world. It is new to my memory that I saw the sight and made my respect for my teacher deeper.
"... that... there's a flaw in Sofia's potion?
"... no. The effect... I'm sure. If it's about twenty people, I'll be sure to bury them... damn it, what are those people..."
The drug, most accidentally produced by the disciple, was more effective than Noto could have imagined.
The lowest Wolf Knight injected collapsed the Mana Material that constituted it, gaining strength in exchange for its appearance.
Mana Materials is also known as Demonic Source Materials. It's like a source of magic, so to speak.
The collapsed Mana Material was converted into a vast amount of magic, and the often magical power created a mighty force field and became the shield of an iron wall that played every attack.
It is inherently the power that high levels of phantoms and demons possess, a power that cannot be compared to the power that that individual possessed when he had a stable flesh.
Of course, it's not invincible.
It melts its self, and the runaway phantom won't last long. The once-onset runoff will never return. The Mana Materials that make up you will all be restored to magic not far away, and will disappear without even leaving any dust.
But the man's calculations should have been easy enough to wipe out all the hunters who came to investigate before that.
There was only one unexpected thing - as soon as Noto took off the spot, the increase came.
That is also a multiplication of the number of people who initially worked in the investigation.
Even for the man, once called a wise man, that was totally unexpected.
Nor is that a miscellaneous soldier. It would be quite difficult to wipe them out if they were once feared by the famous clan in the Imperial capital, the hunters of "The Footprints of the Beginning (First Steps)," and also become Garc Velter, who is currently the branch director of the Exploration Association.
Besides, those hunters were on guard for a long time then, and there were no shards of alarm.
And truly unfortunately, the war situation is changing just as Noto expected.
When he played the arrow of the black gold cross, the possibility of victory passed his head, but after finding out that his body was shrinking over time, he could no longer do anything about it if weaknesses such as' cold air ', which he did not even anticipate, were exposed.
After all, shouldn't we have done something extra, huh?
In front of a noto with a bitter expression, the disciple's man tongues abominably and moves his eyes with glitter.
"You Sophia. I didn't mean to be absent at such an important time... always with a big face..."
"Huh... well, fine. I had to. They saw the experiment, but I didn't have to worry about getting this far."
The voice of that disciple contained other emotions of unwiped jealousy besides anger.
Sure, I might have come up with a new hand if Sophia had produced that drug.
Sofia has heaven. All of Noto's disciples are better than that, but one of them is jumping through his head. He doesn't seem to have the courage to step into the abyss of magic yet, but he's a talent that might surpass his mentor, Noto, if only he had time.
If, unfortunately, Sophia hadn't left the Imperial Capital, that 'phantom' could have been expected to be further strengthened.
But this case is only one test, not the ultimate purpose of Noto.
Not fatal where it didn't go as expected.
There's no way I can come up with incompetent hunters who aren't interested in knowledge, such as the rampage of Mana Materials, and even if I keep coming up with it, I'll never get to Noto.
There is only one person who can be a problem.
Level 8 boasts a divine conspiracy that emerged as a comet in the Imperial capital and instantly took its head.
A man who is feared by every criminal organization and whose life is being targeted.
A man who belongs to the Magical Order and boasts immense power in all countries, including the Empire City, and is designated a cautionary figure.
Both the hero known for his barbarity and the brave man who fulfilled the dragon slaughter trembled upon his name, saying that those who challenged him recklessly were crushed without even seeing his face.
Master of The Beginning Footprint (First Step).
It is one cause of Noto's decision to withdraw from the 'White Wolf's Nest', and perhaps also the man who set up numerous hunters for the 'White Wolf's Nest'.
The old magician grips his sword and wand to the point where his hand is white.
"'Thousands of Changes'... how far are you going to get out of my way... ugh!
I wasn't put back in the shake. The results of the research remain in Noto's hands, but there is no doubt that the road to ambition has been greatly retracted.
The "White Wolf's Nest", where the phantom had the strength there, where few treasure objects appeared and few hunters visited, fulfilled the conditions for Noto's grief at a high level.
If at that time, 'Thousands of Changes' hadn't visited the White Wolf's Nest... it's no longer a meaningless assumption, but I can't help thinking about it that way.
Besides, if you get interrupted until the test, you can no longer leave me alone.
Kill anyone who gets in the way. The wise man, who distorted his lips and fell into darkness, gave a distorted grin.
Right now, Noto has no power. I don't think I can defeat a hunter certified to at least level 8.
But sooner or later, every means will be used to ensure that the roots of my breath are stopped at the dawn when my grief achieves and gains strength.
One of the disciples came running over to the noto that burned the flames of comatose resentment, flying the 'demon of use' and keeping an eye on the outside.
My eyes are open, not normal, and my cheeks are drawn. I'm shaking my hand on my desk.
"... Oh, my God, Lady Noto"
"What happened?
In his focused gaze, his disciple said in a trembling voice.
"..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."
I didn't know what you were talking about.
In the treasure house upstairs? Who did?
"Huh... do you have such a stupid story? Huh!!
"So, but really..."
Impossible. It was only a few hours before Noto decided to move the research facility to this location.
It was Noto himself who made the decision. There were a number of candidates to be transferred, and the patrons have not yet been reported to have moved to this location.
Yet... are you up there?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Desperately spinning his head as he stares at the blue face of his disciple.
It is absolutely impossible to pinpoint this place, even if the location of the lab had been found out beforehand. I didn't even choose a place close to The White Wolf's Nest.
Besides, it's too soon. The Notos are not even ready to resume their experiments yet.
"It's already sundown. You're here at this hour? Hunter's hours are supposed to be daytime."
"But..."
I don't see any lies in the expression of my disciple. No, Noto's apprentice is not foolish enough to lie like that to find out right away.
When that happens, is the possibility that some of the internal - disciples - have leaked information?
Check the faces of the disciples, one by one, who cannot hide their agitation in sudden circumstances.
They are all witnessed magicians who have been disciples of Noto for at least a few years. She also checks her visit history in advance.
Sophia was the most recent apprentice, but now she's not here, and she won't even know that the lab moved or that the incident happened.
Impossible.
By and large, all the disciples, along with Noto, carry out several experiments that are never allowed under Imperial Law. Some of them include human experiments. I do not think it is acceptable to the extent that information is provided. Noto and his disciples are lots of students.
After a few rounds, Noto abandoned his suspicions.
"Thousands of Changes," he said, has a fearful wisdom eye. Now is not the time to be fighting in your body.
I had heard that it hardly appeared on the table, but its purpose is obvious more than it appeared this way.
You can't just wait to see this place from a large number of lab candidates and stop hiding like this.
He looks around the lab where he was on his way out and bites his lips.
We also need time to retreat.
We have to buy time at all costs. We can't let the research facilities get under control right now.
If you can see the report, Noto's presence will be exposed to the Empire. If it were revealed that Noto was still trying to invade contraindicated areas, the Empire would follow Noto with blood eyes.
There are collaborators in the upper echelons of the Empire, but you can't protect them.
Inevitable. The odds of winning are unlimited when dealing with level 8, but we just have to activate the interception system.
Once again mourn the misfortune with which the most dependable disciple is not present in this setting.
Sophia was a researcher but strong. The best way to use the interception system is with Sophia, who created it together, except for Noto.
I remember the sight of the time - this made me declare confidently that I could even defeat the 'Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)', wrinkling around my forehead.
I didn't know that person wasn't there at that moment fighting The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief).
Look around indoors. To the faithful disciples who await the Master's words with a serious expression, Noto declared.
"Unfortunately, I'm leaving here. Give up some of your lives and hold back. Everything... for our sorrow"