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

"Attack. This place is already being attacked!

"Nah... what?

I had a taste for Manu's words.

"Monk Manuferno? Such a reaction... nothing yet"

Check the tactical information display (tactics) as Metius panicked on my shoulder, but shake his head slightly as he sifted. The three red light points indicating the enemy continue to approach, but there is no sign that they have been attacked yet.

"Remote. Someone is attacking this hall... maybe with a force similar to 'Blessing (Fest)'"

Similar to a blessing (fest) means a special, spatially transmitted magic wave that also bares defensive junctions.

Manuferno stuck out a single manuscript paper with a serious face.

That's a thick piece of paper that always draws peer magazines. I looked at what was depicted there and accidentally gave a barbaric voice.

"Hey, what the fuck is this!?

For there was depicted the "Hall of Wise Men" with a disastrous pattern.

The yard of a ship-like museum depicted what seemed like an "extremely bad face" ergonote and a person with glasses that emitted neva mucus from both hands and an evil grin.

The person other than Ergonote is obscure, but it was clearly not a manuferno pattern. Someone with a dramatic tone I've never seen before is another human painting style.

But I don't really think someone broke into the hall and graffiti on the manuscript paper in Manuferno's room.

"Suddenly. It just came up..."

"Holy shit!?

But before our eyes, the painting began to be nuanced (...) in just a few seconds.

"Nah............!

Something like a "black finger" protruding from the ground beneath the Sage Hall is added to the painting that tries to envelop the Hall. That's a horribly grotesque painting with black drawing lines.

Me, Metius, and Manuferno were no more overwhelmed and breathtaking than the way the paper paintings in their hands were changing.

The view of the hall, caught and crushed by the likes of black tentacles in front of us, is drawn one after the other with tremendous speed.

"Hey, what's this magic?!?

"Sage Grecas, there's no such thing as magical interference!

I couldn't stop being stunned. The magic of writing pictures directly onto the paper of this hall, which is not even detected by the Enemy Results (Circle) and is closed to isolation.

- No...! This is... a kind of world changing ability (Reloadias)!

I had a hard time.

The ability to modify the world (Reloadias) that Metius also had. Are there enemies that use similar or equivalent (...) interfering abilities (...)?

"But when I painted on paper, I attacked..."

"Sage Grecas! Detect spatial vibration (...) to zero distance! of this hall... right down there!

"Shit!?

We were already in enemy surgery when we understood it was magic. The moment Metius screamed, the hall leaned heavily.

"Shit!?" "Ooh!?" "What the heck!?" "Ugh!?

The museum is shaken to the left and right with grali, and the prams, hempelo, and iola and the others scream. If you look at it, you can tell from here that the ground is waving distortion.

When the sun-dried brick houses around him collapsed with a rag of smoke, people who were in a mood around the hall screamed about the sudden and fled.

"It's them...! Cursed King's Soldier... The work of Kamitsuki!

"Don't be angry! To the return of the prince...... HII!

"Come on!

A lump of bright black dirt that appeared through the ground swept around the hall as if it were a "hand" trying to catch the sage hall.

The height is higher than the roof upstairs, and there are five giant black dirt fingers (...) all about whether there will be three mertes of thickness.

"Iola, do your best to evacuate!

"Uh-oh!?

Iola stepped on her legs, caged her strength, and jumped. Intense acceleration pushes your whole body toward the ground.

The next moment when the streets disappeared from sight and turned into a world of only blue skies - now everyone screamed at the feeling of intense falling.

"Hino... Yep!?

"You must fall!

"I can't, I can't. Shh!

The feeling of the blood all over your body going up from your feet to the top of your head, and the shock.

Zuum! and soil smoke rose from around him, and the dry ground at his feet shattered and scattered rubble and sun-dried bricks broke into the universe.

Looking back, I was flying (jumping) about 50 Merte from where I was earlier. Iola jumped the giant Sage Hall.

That's just reflex nerve and muscle strength. The direct maneuver (Direct Manuva) system of the slime in which Iola manipulates the "Sage Hall" reflects the ability of the "Pilot" to exercise.

In the position where the hall had just been, something like a black tentacle stood in search of the lost prey.

"Oh, it was dangerous. It's Nice, Iola!

That's right. I cool my liver in unexpected surprises, too.

"Gu, gu, gu, I was scared. I don't know... my legs are paralyzed..."

"Io, take turns?

"Yes...... no, it's okay! Let's go!"

Iola, who is solidified by stepping on her legs, instantly pulls in her face, which seemed to cry with her mouth as a letter to, to make Riola look airy.

"Plum! Hempero's safe too!?

"I'm going -!

"Is there a reason you're okay?!?

Hemperoza is being helped by Milica and Grandpa Vermillas with buttocks on her salute pram at her leisure. Apparently, he's safe.

"G., Greg! Sooo, my hip is swooping......!?

"Wow, I can't move like that either... ugh"

I would have liked if Ergonote and Faria had gotten drunk with a sudden acceleration and fall. He is blue-colored and hands on both knees on the spot.

"Dude..."

"Lu, is the cat safe, sss?

"Spi dogs too!?

Apparently the cat ear swordsman and the dog ear girl are fine. But the unexpected weakness of the avant-garde group exposed the outfit, but I don't think I have time to rest.

Three enemies were already approaching. A tactical information display (tactics) alerts the enemy of a sudden approach.

"Greg, what attack is that now!? I felt little magic either... I can't believe it came out of the ground all of a sudden!

Lentomia rushes over beside me and alerts her surroundings with a sharp gaze. Unlike the usual sweet appearance, he is the reliable face of a fighting half-elf boy.

"Apparently, but they have some unknown karaki"

"Karakuri?"

"Manu, what happened to the painting?

"Disappearing. On blank paper... I'm back...!

Manuferno pointed the paper at us in confusion trash. But there was no scene where the sage's hall, which had been painted earlier, was caught on the tentacles, and it was back on blank paper.

- - A special technique for remotely depicting certain "prophetic" paintings on the target object!

"But... I've never seen anything like it. It's not just magic."

Lentomia is bewildered, but the target is the ghost of those who lived during the whole period of ancient magical civilization (...). I could have expected you to use magic that we don't know about.

"Well, then we'll fight it in a way we don't know."

"It's boulder grey. Hey!

"The secret. Is there something?

Lentomia and Manuferno with a warm and bright look. I lift my glasses and stretch my spine. And.

"Nothing. Think about it now."

Ha, Trentomia laughs.

And, at that time, the crystal sphere that was out at the garden tip emitted strange light, and it seemed that the interrupt communication had entered.

"Hmm? I wonder if I've been avoided? Wouldn't you like to take it off next?"

"Tsukune Kneis! Did you do this..."

It was Tsukune Kuneis, a monk of style who was fearless of God called Hesodashi Style on his blonde blue eye.

"Alas? Where did you find out the name of this human (...)? Well...... that's okay. But I'm not an Atekshi monk. Court painter (...) - I wonder?

With that said, for the sake of being a painter, he showed his hands in front of a crystal sphere with the armor of an old metal that was too disproportionate.

In the gap between its fingers, several pens are gripped.

"Painter. Painting... are you alone?

"Alas? A healing monk from Dicamaran who hears rumors?... Do you like the painting? I sent you the paper in your room."

Buh! and Tsukune Kuneis flashed his pen into a horizontal giraffe.

A line is added to the white manuscript paper that Manuferno had just between.

"Stunning. There's a line on the paper...!

I wonder if this armor is a nice item. I deliver letters and pictures to my loved ones who are away...... such lovely wishes are enchanted! I... you know... ahhh! Picture! Picture! Painting...! Oooh!? You just wanted to draw. Yeah, yeah!

Suddenly, Tsukune Kneith changed her calm face and waved with momentum that slapped her pen one after another when she gave her madly attached look.

The appearance is as momentum as if the knight would wield a rapier.

A splash of black ink splashes on the crystal sphere.

In an instant, the line shapes the painting, and when you realize it, the "Hall of Wise Men" becomes a painting that is taken by something like a big pit.

"Not good, Iola, fly again!

"Ugh!... Wow!?

Suddenly there was a hole in the ground in the pocket. Iola's reaction is one step behind, Gakung! and the leaning sage hall sinks in.

Everyone screams the same way they did earlier, but the sage hall where their feet were taken was suddenly impassable with empty holes.

"Damn! What an ability...!

- Treasures worn by court painters (architects), "Hundred Miles of Love Text"

Terrible ability to be undefendable (...), but there must also be a "constraint".

What I found out from the two attacks is that they cannot be directly attacked.

Drilling holes or tentacles in the ground interfere only with events around the object (...). If it's possible to attack directly from the beginning, paint a "picture of the hall blowing to dust" and you're done.

"Sage Grecas! Damage to leg slime unit! 180 seconds until self-repair is complete!

Methius screams and adds:

"Three more enemy shadows than ahead are fast approaching! We'll pick up the enemy in about 30 seconds!

- Tsukinami Elgus (Buffalo Half-Beast Man)

- Yar Guci (Magic Life)

- Hin Yarishawa (Dragon Man)

Three people with unknown powers are closing in on the timing of the sealed movement.

"We just have to intercept here..."

"Ugh, move! I need to move now...... no!

Iola desperately steps out of the hole using both arms of the hall. When I managed to rebuild the leaning hall...

"Dorr! Dorr! Druuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Suddenly, a left-wing building blew up with strange shouts, from which something like an iron ball (...) crashed into the left arm of the sage's hall.

The left arm made of slime was ripped apart in an instant.

"Whew!?

- The isolation junction is damaged! Melee Left Arm Break! Serious damage -

Tactical information displays send out unwelcome warnings and announce the presence of new enemies.

- Cogma Ninth (Dwarf)

"Dorrrrrrrr! Holes, holes! More holes everywhere!

Grrrrrr! and an object thought to be an iron sphere suddenly stops, and turns into a human form. It was a Dwarf boy with a giant iron drilled weapon in both hands.

"Ugh... Ah, Gu... Pain (s)"

Iola distorts her face in pain.

"Are you okay, Iola! Now it hurts...... right?

When I grabbed Iola's arm in a hurry, I deactivated the surgical ceremony and slime that had the nerve connection.

"Ah...... Uh-huh."

"I'm sorry, I think I've connected too many nerves and let them reflux to the pain."

The impact of the left arm injury seems to have refluxed the nerve connection as a pain, but it shouldn't hurt anymore. Calm him down and keep him waiting with Riola.

"Io, take turns!

"No, absolutely not."

"But..."

"I'm fine with this. I'm not gonna let Rio hurt you."

Riola grabbed the arm of her strong brother (Iola) to mercy her softly.

"Io......"

- Shit! You hurt something important to me!

I looked back, biting my back teeth tight.

There were drill Phantoms in the rear, and three architect warriors looming from the front.

"Let's go, guys! This time it's going to be a total force battle (...)!

I flipped my sage robe and shouted.

"- Ah!"

"I've been waiting for you, that word!

Continued