The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

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"... gre... that"

And Lentomia stood up in the carriage seat, and gazed far away.

Elf, it looks like you're feeling something with a slight tilt in your ear.

"What's up? Lentomia."

I look up at the beautiful side of the half elf that was sitting down from the crowd table where I was lined up. The jade eyes are pointed in the direction of the western mountains that mark the end of the desert.

Turning his eyes in the same direction, he saw a tower (...) about the size of his pinky finger, blackening across the dunes where the mirage swayed. It was a spire built with a complex combination of thin iron.

- Vabilinia catapult!? Can you see it from here already......!

Check the map search magic (Ggol Mappa) on the tactical information display (Tactics), and it's about five kilometers west of here.

"That... is the return of the glory of Israel, the Tower of Vavilinia."

The old wizard said in a wrinkled, withered voice.

"What a glory. King Southout, bewitched by a witch, forced a lot of people to work to make it."

The old wizard, named Vermillas Natonu, stroked her gray hair behind her and fingered her beard as she silenced herself on her granddaughter's vomit-dropping words. By its side, his granddaughter Milica Natonu, with bronze hair on the brown skin peculiar to the desert people, stared at the far other tower with a rugged face as she sat in the dunes.

"We're going to shut that tower and the witch up. Whatever you want."

"Lord Grecas..."

"Sage..."

Release the two of you who have finished the hearing. You can run off from here to the Oasis, or you're free to go back to Israel at the end of your eyes and nose.

Summarizing the information obtained from the two, Southout Yormusa, who was nothing more than the head of the Israeli forces who survived the Demon King's War, seems to have been, among other things, the eminent lord of the provisional government (...) committed to rebuilding the country.

But since some time ago, he has been wearing creepy surfaces, forcing people halfway out with his horrible men to build "towers."

Even if the will of King Southout himself (...) was half-guided (...) by Alberina, the witch who supposedly gave him the face, it was the king and his power who made him build a strategic weapon to threaten his neighbor, the "Iron Pile Injection Device".

"Before we meet the king, we need help with the metal tower that torments Metanostadt."

"Now... there must be a terrible witch out there, a devil's guide we cannot resist as one..."

As he asked me how I was, the old man told me to pick words with a creased mouth.

"Until you defeat him."

- I was unconscious the other day.

At that time...

"Sage Grecas! Detect an ultra-high (...) Magic Reaction from the Iron Spire! This...!

"Greg! It's the Magic of the Circle (Cycloa) Wave!

Metius and Lentomia shouted at the same time.

- Are you going to shoot for this place!?

The "iron pile", which flies 168 kilometres of Merte and hits the mainland of Metanostadt, should be able to release even shorter distances. For example, suppressing magic filling and shooting at low output would make it possible to target this place, which is only five kilomertes away.

"Grecas, what's going on?

"The iron pile cannon (...) has moved! Move the Hall"

Answering Ergonote's query briefly, I slapped on the reins of the wine barrel golem. If it's an iron pile, it's faster to move the place at full speed than to intercept it.

The old wizard and his granddaughter anxiously drop off the carriage moving.

At the next moment, something glistened at the tip of the black tower.

"Become!?

"This is... not an iron pile. Yikes!

Lentomia raised her voice.

- Stupid! Too fast!?

A dazzling strip of light pierced one of the sand dunes where we stood. The "Sword of Light", stretched in a straight line, melts its surroundings like a red candy as it winds up the sand as it hits the dunes.

"An oriented thermal magic (positrol) accelerated by a tower!

It was directed thermal magic (positrol) that was shot off at super speed by circular ring magic (cycloa), which sniped here as a "hotline cannon" from a super long distance called 5kmerte.

After all, the Circular Magic (Cycloa), which is planted in the Vabillinian Catapult, can accelerate and fire all sorts of magic, just like the Lentomian ones. Iron piles are bare light, flames, and thunder.

I could see the dunes in front of me with the rays landing (...) melting and collapsing all at once, turning into scorching lava and splashing all around me. Surprised by the heat of radiation, which is likely to burn, the "heat resistant junction" is further expanded.

- What heat!

I scream at everyone for a moment.

"First things first......! Get down, guys!

The light narrowed during the blink, like a thread and disappeared. But at the next moment, a sand dune burst from the inside, causing a huge explosion, when huge amounts of heat pressurized the inner water vapor and became intolerable.

The sand dunes in front of him blew up with incredible momentum, and the smoke that was about to rise rose to over a hundred mertes above.

"Wow!?

"Whoa!

"Heh!?" "What the fuck!

In the midst of an awesome blast and sand flirting, I build an anti-shock defensive junction with maximum output and shelter myself in a robe wrapped around the side of Lentomia.

"Damn, Greg......!

"Damn, it's a mess!

There's our carriage. I'm scared to think that one was hit in this dune. And in the shadows of this dune stands the "Hall of Wise Men" where Riola and the Plums await.

Eating a ray cannon with enormous calories won't stand up to a few seconds in isolation.

Sand and dust are rising all the way up to heaven, but this was a chance.

From the iron pile, the sand smoke becomes just a smokescreen, because you shouldn't be able to see this place.

"Damn it, you guys get in!

When I shouted to the old wizard and teary-eyed granddaughter, who was losing her hips, she ran desperately over, looking at each other as if surprised. I made sure Faria and Lu dragged the two of them into the carriage carriage carriage, and I drove the carriage at full capacity.

Swinging hard up and down the sand dunes all at once, he slips his carriage into the grounds of the hall where he was "parked" in the shadow of the dunes.

I jumped right off when I made a quick stop in front of the garage with the wheels tucked away.

"Guys! Are you all right!?

From inside the hall, Plum and Hemperoza, surprised by the light and the explosion, rushed out first.

"Grey!

"Let's be wise!

"It's okay, I'm here... don't worry"

I naturally stopped holding two small bodies.

From the entrance of the hall came Manuferno and Iola and Riola followed. The twin brothers wore skinned armor and seemed ready in case.

Iola had a dagger hanging on her hips, but Riola had a frying pan in her hand. It looks kind of strange and makes me laugh when I say this is the time.

"Guru, here we go......!

"Oh. I hear the witch got serious"

"Sage..."

"Riola, Io is by my side.... Whatever happens, don't leave."

"" Yes ""

You two snort in my serious eyes, honestly.

"All right, you're all set. Listen up! From now on, this hall will set off for the Vabilinian Catavarto, which will fire the iron pile!

"I've been waiting for you. Say that word!

Faria laughs huffily as she takes her favorite axe out the front door. The blurring spread among everyone.

Even if the current hotline cannon is "intimidating," there's no guarantee he'll take it off again next time. If Ergonote's treasure sword is one important purpose of the witch, then you just have to pick up the sword from the worst destroyed hall.

- Then we'll have to attack that tower from here and disable it (...).

"The New (New)/Land Turtle (Gran Turtle) runs through the desert at maximum speed of battle (...) after this. Iola, Riola, and the Plums are caught around there because they rock so hard. Just a few minutes of patience. And Faria on the ergonote. When you reach the tower, you will have the enemy intercepted who will come aboard. Both Lu and Spiano. Can you do that?

Ergonote and Faria nod somewhere fun with a face that says "finally".

"Of course it is!

"Ola fights with the brave and the wise."

"Manu and Lentomia stay by my side. The total power battle of magic begins now. So... Hemperoza, you stay here too"

"Hey, hey! Sure!

Shake off your dark hair with the most busiest face and show off your white teeth. The face was full of itself.

"Finally, I'm sorry to invite you to such a terrible place, but could you help me with your magic?

I called out to the old man and grandson, who were peeking into his face in horror on the carriage carrier.

"Wow, if it's okay with me......" "I'll do it, I'll cooperate! Help your father... help him."

I introduce Vermilus Natonu and Milica Natonu to everyone. The opponent who stood in front of us until just ten minutes ago will fight together to help his father.

The dust that was rising in the sky clears up.

Time had finally expired.

The time to load the next bullet of a powerful hotline cannon should probably be quite short. If I knew this hall was alive, I would shoot in relentlessly to stop my leg.

"Let's go, guys!

Whoa! With a tempered voice on my back, I floated several tactical information displays (tactics) with Metius.

- Maximum output of the new (New) Land Turtle (Gran Turtle)! Target Vabillinia Catavarto!

When I inspired the procedure, my legs (...), which grew in a museum as thin as a leopard, became swollen and swollen like a mass of muscles, transforming into "legs". Joints also change from bird joints to shapes close to humans.

Gaw! and as his feet kicked to the ground, the intense acceleration hit the facades of the hall.

Continued