The Branded Female Fencer

"I see, you're going to do that!

Gwendorf unleashed his braces with all his might in the unfolding magic of Earthgal. Earthgal's magic had formed a circle of light floating in the universe, but if you wonder if it had glowed homogeneously like a mirror, the surface bubbles and sways with Earthgal interference.

And when Gwendorf's braces were hit, the braces scattered through Earthgarh's magic. Gwendorf's braces became countless rays of light without attenuation, pouring on the target, hitting the red sphere and detonating it.

There were no spider-shaped enemies to this, and the legs that supported it were shaking. Gwendorf was not hesitant to chase him there, snapping his opponent's legs off.

As spider-shaped enemies drifted, they began to fall, and the red eyes disappeared one after the other. Gwendorf exhales fu, letting go of his own throat heat after he exhales and exhales his braces.

"I didn't know a collaborative attack I used to play with would help here. Glad you remembered."

"... maybe you and I came here because we had something to do with it."

"I'm gonna stab you in the stomach just in case, okay?

"No, wait. I'm trying to say something."

As Earthgal pointed out, the spider-shaped enemy was whining about something. Rather than being directed at Gwendorf and Earthgal, it seemed to repeat the same thing like every wow or decision.

"Welcome, mighty men... before here is the Garden of Nara... you have broken through the ordained trials... and welcome to the last paradise..."

"The Garden of Nara? What are you talking about?

"It's something I don't know either. But doesn't that mean the road to the middle class has been cleared?

"What's in the middle, lower?

"I don't know. But Ucco's signs are drifting from the middle. I wonder which way we have to go."

"The Garden of Nara, huh? That doesn't sound very good."

Gwendorf watched his sinking spider-shaped enemies, but the enemies fell, whining the ever determined word.

"Welcome, so... strong, so... naruto... trials, breakthroughs... welcome, do... please, survive..."

I heard the target crash underground, and after a while I heard an explosion. Once Gwendorf confirmed his opponent's complete silence, he disillusioned himself and retreated to the sidewalk.

"You're the gatekeeper of the ruins... it just so happens that you could take them down. What the hell lies ahead? Let's just say we get some rest and then move on. The humans have apparently been blown away, do you want to go help them?

"No, I can't afford that"

It was Earthgal who landed the same way, but sat up as he slammed the wall against his back. If you look, there was blood seeping in its flank.

"Earth gal! Were you hit?

"Looks like one of the hotlines was scratching. What, a little bit of meat on the flank?"

"The bleeding, is that all?

"You have a loud voice, Gwendorf. Which is not so permanent at the stage of leaving Tarram. I still can't change what to do with some more injuries, but I'd like to at least give it first aid. Give me some time."

Earthgal began healing wounds by deploying sorcery, but the unusable Gwendorf of healing sorcery can no longer be desired and tries to run to the humans.

But Earthgal stopped the leg.

"Stop it, Gwen"

"Why? Their knowledge could also be useful"

"You're too nice. You're the kind of person who shows up here feeling the magic of Ucco and offers to soak up and kill his people, knowing we're true dragons and mentors? You can't be the bearer of a proper spirituality.

Alphilis is unplanned, but he's the owner of a healthy spirit. Don't be like her. "

"But"

"But nothing. Besides, there's something wrong at the end of the sidewalk. The Temple Knights of Arnelia should be expanding, but it's a strange stream of spirits. I wouldn't go, I don't want to go. What we need to think about now is, first and foremost, the destruction of Ucco. And once we recover the signs of the Alphilis you're feeling, it's time to get out. Whatever happens after that, leave your luck to heaven."

"That's ridiculous."

"It's no big deal. If something devastating were to happen here, the Orange Bull would not be here directly. He's cautious. Before you act, you must be risking your best astrology."

"What? Oran's here?

Gwendorf was taken aback by the unexpected name, and even more unthinkable of that fact, a distortion of magic appeared before Gwendorf's eyes.

"Now what?

"The magic of metastasis? What the hell... What about you?

"Why are you here?

At the same time, they were welcoming the person who appeared before them with a voice of surprise.

Continued