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

"- Gather in this body, darkness - demonic sintering (Helgaia) aah!

When Southout Yormusa shouted in a raw, wrinkle-withered voice, a sudden dark cloud burst into the sky that was blue and clear, and the black purple light poured down.

The gloomy (...) light that draped the black paint from the sky (...) shaped the parts of the metal as it encircled the body of Southout Yormusa. They floated one entity after another in turn with toes, shins, knees, legs, hips, arms, elbows, armor… and both shoulders on the chest and finally the whole body covered with red armor.

It was as if it were a different and disastrous thing from the Armor of the Brave, which Ergonote wraps around.

The lizard, edged with a black curse-like print, protruding sharply from all over his body into the bloody red gold, stands up like a black smoke from the gap with a lilac.

The precision armor of the metal held a super-large sword (buster sword) that at some point would have two mertes with razor-sharp teeth.

"Hey, what's not!?

"What is that disastrous look!?

"Gofaaaa! That's good... this feeling!... Again, if we're here... we can get it back. Ah!

I could bark in the voice of something else (...) that Southout Yormusa was not like before.

Turn back to grip and open to the fingertips of your hand while making the sound of a giddy. It seems to confirm the feeling of the body and armor.

The distance from us is about 100 Merte, but in addition to the creepy Gyoro-eyed "Hundred Eyes Helmet" and the "Escape Feather" like a black bandage, he has even worn a toxic red armor like a sip of blood, which is beginning to emit unusual signs of darkness and intimidation.

"Greg! He's got his armor together!

"What's that!? What are you gonna do, Greg?

"Evil. It doesn't look good."

Look at the changing Southout, Faria, Lentomia, and Manu show upset.

"I knew it was awkward...... hey, it's nothing"

"Lu cat, my hips are pulling..."

"Damn!? That's not true! Spi dogs are awkward, uhh... behind you!

Lu nearly went back to the cowardly cat-eared boy, but pinned his ear to the half-eyed Spiano voice, stretching his spine as well and restarting his sword.

There are deep dark clouds in the sky that mix gray and purple, and Iola and Plum in the hall look up at the sky anxiously wondering if this is happening in the desert.

The hot desert began to drop rapidly like a lie, and the wind clasped its spine.

"A magical armor similar to mine? But why the hell would he..."

The boulder ergonote also leaks the word like a groan. Certainly that vicious look is the difference, the same way Ergonote magically wore it.

"It's no coincidence that I inspired similar magic. Because this place (...)"

"Location...? What do you mean, Greg?

Ergonote naturally raises questions. That remains the usual tone of reliance on the "Party Wisdom Bag".

"... Sacred Capital (...) A Miriamian. That's what Ergo himself said earlier, isn't it?

I tilted my glasses and asked about the brave man. Something, sight or modus operandi, with the desire that there be no change-- no, don't.

"Oh, you mean earlier.... because I want to stand in this place. I remember my father's legacy."

"Father... go?

"I miss everything already...... Yes, only in memories."

I look terribly far away, like I showed you earlier.

That is a glimpse of a desolate hometown.

Now Ergonote peered into my eyes the other way.

The red copper eyes have lived in childlike transparency and attractive light that would draw them in, unchanged from the time they met.

It wasn't a lie, it was the eyes of our leader, the Brave One.

I'm sure and relieved.

- Again, ergonotes are ergonotes themselves (...).

Caress your chest down quietly at the bottom of your heart.

"... for a moment, I didn't doubt it."

With more than eight treasures (...), the treasure sword "The Dawn of Thunder God (Sundaguard) (Holresort)" has some sort of soul attached to it...,

And Ergonote, like the Architect, was only slightly thinking about the possibility that he might be a man distraught by the soul that dwells on the sword.

"I'm sorry. Ergonote has always been our brave man."

…… It's funny, Greg. "

Lift your eyebrows and round your eyes like you can't even try to make sense of my whining. But he immediately smiled and put his hands gently on my shoulder.

I had the best response to such a brave man's condition with an ambiguous smile.

I regained my mind and looked around the square as close to the center of town that reached 200 Merte in diameter.

In the center there was an oasis and green palm trees grew, once a beautiful place for citizens to relax.

Now it's a place of death for us and our architects.

"Here, as Ergonote put it, there must have been a Sacred Capital of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) (...) a Miriamian"

"Ah. My father once told me that at the bottom of the lake in the heart of this square, there is an entrance to the underground palace, sealed with magical treasures of great old power..."

"Oh. I see."

"And by putting up the holy sword, the chosen one will gain strength -"

Ergonote's words finally add up.

"I've been thinking about why they set up an ambush here. At first it's a square on the way to the royal palace, so I only thought about it to the extent......, no. If that's what Hernogoat's father told you, it's probably... that the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and the Design Management Sage Conference (Architect) are the places (...) that can make the most of it."

"The greatest... power?

Ergonote frowned at my words.

"Yes. This circular place combines some sort of magical radiation facility (...). The ghosts are going to blame."

"Radiation...... facility?

"I can't even look into the details. When search magic (Gogol) tries to look into matters related to the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia), it causes dysfunction."

This is only analogy, but the wizards of the advanced magical civilization of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) must have built the "Millennium Library (Southern Library)," the source of the search magic (Ghor) knowledge I rely on. However, access to information related to state secrets and the backbone of the world (...) was restricted. This can be taken for granted...

"Gugre, ergonote! That's enough chatter. Coming!"

Faria screamed.

The red light spot detected in the Sovereign Circle was rapidly approaching within the Tactics display.

Turning to his face as a hack, Southout Yormusa, dressed in red armor, shook up an ultra-large sword and saw him rush in as he blew up the cobblestone at his feet.

I have no intention of southering myself anymore.

From his sloppy, empty mouth, his tongue droops, and his stuffy head helmet also remains diagonally bent with a kick of the plum.

Two eight treasures suck souls and their will is completely moving southerly flesh.

In addition, the Eight Treasures "Hundred Eyes Helmet" and "Escape Feather" called for evil armor and swords, treasure class (...) items.

'Oh, yeah, you can take it back here! Give me the treasure sword (...) that is the key! Our - the world of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia)! Not in the hands of this Omega Southern Pedia Architect!

If I looked up, it had turned into a dark world with no blue sky or hot sun in sight.

Dark clouds drip in, in a desert country that has lost its sun, but I smile quietly.

There's no reason to be afraid of who you are.

Ergonote, Faria, and Rue to Manuferno, and Spiano. Slowly turn your gaze to see the faces of each and every one of Lentomia lined up directly beside you.

After his rest, Metius also flies out and stays on his shoulder.

"Guys, it's our last fight. And let's end it."

"Ah!"

"I don't even need to be told!

"Of course it is!" "Shh!

"Blessings. So that we can win at all!

"I'll ask you to be nice when you're done!

Everyone nods simultaneously and scatters at the same time.

On top of the "Hall of Wise Men", which sits in a remote place, Riola was watched over by Iola and Plum and Hemperoza sipping solidly.

When I waved my arms off to shake off Sage's robe, I deployed a dozen tactical information displays (tactics) at once.

With the sound of the ground, the dust rolls up and the disastrous signs of black and red soar.

A tactical information display (tactics) detects and issues a warning that the raised giant sword wraps the blade of the wind.

"You're the ones who end it. Ah! Against God...... you stupid bugs. Oh! We Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Give it back, give it back, give it back. Oh!

"No, I'm not."

I inspire the finished procedure (...).

Moment after moment, the blue-white demon squares glowed to envelop the entire square (...). It floats in layers, not only on the surface, but also in the air.

It's the magic yarn (Magiwire) of the mass-produced "Barrel" that got me into the square, and the cover-up treated (stealth coat) that I secretly stranded myself when I ran around the square.

"Nah............ wii!?

"The world is ours."

And I inspire.

"Fuck you, three-dimensional three-dimensional laminated isolated junction!

Continued!