The Branded Female Fencer

"What is this? No magic gathers... no, is the total amount of spirits in the room low in the first place? This isn't it."

Tetrapolishka started the attack with the magic gathered for now, but it still doesn't get the power it thinks it is. It made me wonder if it would be counter-productive if some of the enemies were only lightly activated, but rather damaged.

In doing so, there were more arms, more eyes and more mouths from the walls, and when they gradually rose, they became lumps of hazy meat, and they threw some of their own meat. Some of the meat thrown destroyed the walls and created a fountain of blood. The same is true of the hardness of the meat thrown, but it can be seen that the velocity is tremendous and no different from the throw of the boulder.

"I see. It divides the magic of the whole room and crushes enemies only with attacks by physics. And the meat I threw was part of me, so I thought I could repair myself. It's a simple trick, but it's a very useless and effective way to attack. And it's hard to physically manage all this qualitative power.

Now, what's the matter? "

As Tetrapolishka puts it, the chunks of meat thrown fill and repair the wounds. And the slashed arms and mouth also seemed to be being taken in and reused by the meat walls.

When Tetrapolishka took a small, deep breath to prepare her breath, she used hardness operated demonic eyes to give her own body the best hardness. A mouth with sharp fangs struck that tetrapolishka, but the fangs were retreating without damaging the tetrapolishka, letting it chip its teeth like an old man who had bitten the stone.

"Apparently, hardness is better on me. Then it's easy to hurt. Well, the rest is useless to hurt the dark clouds, but... hey, Warcraft. Shall I ask your name?"

"... tiran"

"Well, shall we name the family of the Mother Earth God? That's a big name. But does your abilities deserve it? I am Tetrapolishka. You should remember that."

Tyran's attack stops once. You didn't know what Tetrapolishka's actions to name here meant, or he looked like he was having trouble reacting.

When I saw how it was, Tetrapolishka chuckled.

"What, you don't know a name match? We used to have a habit of naming each other even if we recognized them as strong enemies. It is assumed to have begun between humans, but if intelligence and conversation had formed, it would have been done long ago among demons and other races. Soon they started saying it was human chivalry familiarity or something, but that's because there was a guy in the human race who did the same thing, and that guy became very famous.

The current battle is hopeless. There must be no dignity for our enemies in the slaughter. "

"Dignity... I know it as a word, but I don't know what it means. My father wouldn't tell me that."

"You mean my father, Anomaly?

"Yes."

"Well, I guess he's got nothing to do with dignity or anything. If you're willing to learn, I'll teach you through the battle. How about that?"

"Tyran wants to know all sorts of things. If you're going to tell me, I'd really like to."

"Right, right... haha"

Tetrapolishka was also laughing softly in her voice. When's the first time I've laughed in front of my enemies like this?

"It's not like my father I listen to, it's an honest demon for a long time. You're like a newborn baby. Fine, I'll tell you if I can. Except we could be in the middle of killing each other."

"Whoever breaks into this is ordered to be eliminated as quickly as possible. Apparently it will, but Tyran also wants to learn"

"Hehe, what a strange battle it's going to be, but is that exciting too? Then come!"

Tetrapolishka and Tiran entered the battle for their lives as they entered into a strange sisterhood.

"Oh, my God, no one's coming, aren't they?"

It is Mason who breaks into Anomaly's workshop and crushes and crushes alone. He planned to infiltrate Anomaly's workshop with Titania and break himself into the centre of his heart after rambling Titania. I was aiming for the comeback of Awabari Titania and Anomaly, and also to bring back Anomaly's research results, etc., but the inside thing hasn't gone as far as I expected.

Still, it's a big deal at the stage where I'm treading the North Seal alone and inside this workshop, but for Mason, who has always been on a mission alone and on the sidelines, it was also equal to the usual task.

"Well, if you're not so careful, it's not worth the fight. I thought there was one of the interceptions, but I didn't know it was out of tune. Now, what should we do?"

Mason emerged in the metastasis in a place like a small room. The lights were put together enough, but apparently the magic was used to bring the lights together without oil. Mason has also found that this alone is a technology that outperforms the cutting edge research of the academic city Mayer and the industrial city Oslojour, so he looks at the trick with interest.

"This guy is a big deal. When you can do something like this, the oil vendors are up for business. Plus, there's going to be many times more light than there is now, and less effort to refill the oil. If you have this kind of research, you can't let the world out."

Mason looked around the room. There is a large desk in the room, scattered with books and documents, and one bookshelf. Plus one glass shelf with a wooden bed and a liquid one that I'm not sure about. It was a room like a teacher or student in Mayer.

Continued