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

The tongue (...) stretched out of his mouth hit us.

"- Hey!"

"Sage Grecas!

I rolled out my magic reinforcement exterior (Magnetics) to my legs and backjumped behind a few mertes to avoid the attack.

Pisha! and the damp sound only cut the air where I was standing.

Weird Monk, the tongue that popped out of Elastoma Plastica's mouth was thrown out after changing the tip like a sharp spear.

In fact, instead of tongue (...), a bunch of magic yarn (magiwire) was used from the mouth as a weapon that formed a sharper "blade" and moved freely through a technique like morphologic maintenance magic (sonomama).

As a wizard (well, he's a monk), I'd say a pretty heterogeneous attack.

However, the advantage is that it consumes less magic, which allows the target to approach and attack without understanding magic fluctuations. This magic, like a freely manipulated "hidden knife," is great for ambushes and assassinations.

- Hmm, everything is something you learn.

I thought about it in the middle of a battle to allow me to analyze this technique later.

Lentomia showed her elf-like soba lumpiness and ran away with a dash, even farther behind me.

Just escaping behind my back was enough to escape a simple munch-like attack.

"Oh, hey? Did you escape, you said you had totally called it to heaven...?

Elastoma Plastica narrowed her thin eyes further in a somewhat uncritical and distant way.

Instead of fighting, such a slightly distorted tone is deafening, like dealing with a deaf person while preaching.

I suppose you sincerely believe that it is your duty to terminate pagans and send your soul into the kingdom of God. His eyes are creepy like he's thinking of something else with a tranced look even as he attacks.

"I'm sorry I just got stabbed in your bello. Dirty."

"I agree!... Flame Magic (Flame)... Huh!

Lentomia excited a small fireball at her fingertips and let it go with a weird monk, Elastoma Plastica, with a throwing trick.

Attack magic that can inspire in the shortest possible time, but its power is enough to render every human being irreversible. With this degree of flame magic, Lentomia can keep firing dozens of shots. I would have unleashed a level of flame that would have been relentlessly extinguished before, but you know I don't like it, much of the power is suppressing.

Fireballs flying at arrow-like speeds land precisely because the wizard Lentomia has already stretched a magic thread (Magiwire) toward the monk for target fixation (Target).

It's like a short, close-range version of a precision-guided strike technique (Critical Striker) that was developed in collaboration with me before.

The flame magic thrown into the air from a distance of about ten mertes flies along the magic thread (Magiwire) and flies through the elastoma plastica to be inhaled.

Attack Lulu and Iola intransigently using Nyoro Nyoro and his extended arms, Gin! Gaggyin '! and Elastoma Plastica, obsessed with scattering swords and sparks, doesn't seem to realize that.

Apparently, the magic of transparency to hide oneself is enough of an operator to use, but he's not too good at magic sensing. But I changed my complexion to a boulder in flames approaching me.

"Oh no!? There's no way it's gonna burn round!

A monk rushes to turn himself in, but he doesn't.

"Iola! Lu! Don't let them get away with it!"

"Disappointed!"

"You are aware!

For a moment, not missing the long-extended movement of both arms that stopped the movement, Iola and Lu shook their swords down from their upper-stage standings and slammed the monster's arms to the ground.

The movement of the arm stops when it is rested on the ground with full force.

"Uri!

"How about this!

"Ku......!?

Gakun, and Elastoma Plastica unbalanced and on one knee.

Solid type magic yarn with hardening treatment became a outfit in which the failure to slash became, on the contrary, an ada and tied his own body.

"Ha... let go! There are unbelievers!

Bürli and his mouth stretched "tongue" to try to wipe Lu away, but when Lu stomped his arm to the ground with his sword, he stomped with his foot, easily starting back with a knife to return it as it was.

"Don't let this attack get you through."

"Yep! But there's still a place to stretch!

Bad forever, hips grumpy...... and weird monks straying behind.

- No way!?

"Oh, come on, you idiot!

I was screaming aggressively. No matter how many pinches it is, there is a place where you can stretch and a place where you can't.

I was in a hurry with the boulder, but I didn't have to worry. At the moment when the monk shouted, "Stretching..." with his hips stuck out, the flame magic hit him directly and wrapped him in a fierce flame column with a bursting sound.

"Ohhhh... ohhhhhhh!? Gaaaa!"

The flame quieted in an instant, but due to intense heat and acid deprivation, he had completely peeled off his white eyes while standing and fainted.

Raising the smoke with the skunks and remaining in a blackish monk's coat, Elastoma Plastica fell to the forefront, Zusha. The black bundled hair is chilli and looks like an afro.

"Damn, where were you going to stretch it..."

"Sage Grecas, tongue on both arms...... There's only about a foot you can stretch, right?

Metius, with his hips down on his shoulders, crushed strangely looking at his sleeveless extended arms and tongue.

"... well, yeah"

Tell yourself that Metius is a poor fairy, so it's good with that reaction.

"Hey! Greg! You burned it well, didn't you?

Lentomia held me tight in my arms.

"Um, it's an exquisite burn."

"It's pretty hard, huh? If you feel a little better, all you have left is bone..."

I praised him, praised him, lost to Aura and stroked his head pounding as he battled the half-elf smiling more adorably.

"Shikako, that was a strange attack. Lord Iola did a good job."

"Oh, no, I'm just desperate already..."

"He's superior."

"Mr. Lu, um... tell me about swordsmanship so properly"

"Of course it's good!

"Yay!

Iola smiled happily.

I seem to have learned "how to fight" from Ergonote before, but Luroni should teach me better in that sense of fine technical instruction in swordsmanship, which seems to me to have been difficult for Iola after taking the sword and then putting in a kick or something in action.

Lu nodded and delivered the knife to his sheath. Iola also took a big, deep breath to see if she had finally settled down before finally looking around.

A cold breeze across the lake rocks Iola's chestnut hair.

Its gaze was directed at the woods that spread across the lake. There's a Tibalagi home right there.

The encounter, which suddenly began by the lake, thus closed the curtain.

"But what about this man?

"Well, I'm just fainting, but if you wake up, you'll let your people know what's going on."

I just want to interrogate him a little more and ask him out, but he doesn't even seem to be able to relax.

"Sage Grecas, I thought it was time to go back"

"Yeah, it's time to smell the blood of the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) and all kinds of predators and demons come by."

Indeed, Lentomia and Metius were right, and we began to see the reaction of tiny winged dragons fishing for wildlife and rot on the outside of the Sovereign Junction (circle).

"All right, then let's pull it up... just in case"

I lay my hands on a falling monk.

They would clean (...) with me even if I slept like this. As you wake up, pour in a certain technique.

The magic of the new work was chosen from tactical information display (tactics) and automated chanting (autoloading) was performed. The moment this monk tried to use magic, he poured the virus into it to lose control of the materialized yarn of magic (Magiwire).

If the magic of the communication system, transparency, or the magic of the attack system like just now, only the white thread (...) is stretched out of the hand and distracted...

It is my kindness not to use the true name Sacred Mark Destruction Ceremony (Corestigma Breaker).

"I don't think that's enough."

But you can't do anything horrible anymore.

"Oh, I hope so. That there is no protection for God and what this man believes. It is."

We left the scene behind.

And when I started going through the woods, I got audio from the pram through a crystal pendant.

"Grey! Come back soon -!

To the captives! We got the crook!

"Plum? Hempero? What the hell...?

Continued