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

Holy songs and songs of evil demon kings...

The cobblestone square in front of the church had been turned into a battlefield where light and darkness, two different waves collided.

Thirty black twisted "Dark (Dark) Spirits (Van Gard)" came under attack in an attempt to eliminate singers Iola and Riola.

However, with the addition of the villagers to the two holy songs, the magical power of the song increased, and the enemy stopped moving and managed to avoid simultaneous attacks.

Nevertheless, there was a solid that suddenly protruded. I'll deal with those opponents fighting as avant-garde (...), but there's a lot of them.

Lentomia shoots and covers flame magic that reduces magic consumption wherever possible. I'm putting stopping proximity first, but I'll always have bad minutes on the defensive side.

When I chopped a black monster with a resonance crushing formula (Resinancia) wrapped around mucus magic (Sloudou), I glanced at the progress of tactical analysis (decoding) of tactical information display (Tactics).

- To analyze and destroy the control of the Dark (Dark) Spirits (Van Gard)..., I just need a little more time...!

To beat the root of the evil waves scattered throughout the village, the Great Monk Zheng Cuttura, integrated with the demon god, you must first defeat these dark spirits.

And the black man-shaped monster that had been shot and leaked was crushed by a giant man who seemed to be a militant (...) among the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles) and a semi-beast youth.

But a happy but comforting reinforcement appeared there.

Be the princess of the brave hunting tribe of the North, Rudens (...), our trusted warrior Faria.

"I didn't know there was such a monster lurking in the village......! The work of a series of case riggers, huh?

"Exactly, there is a source of darkness lurking inside this church"

"Well, cleaning up before winter, something like that."

Humph! and Faria shook off her two-handed sword.

The sword of the stripper in the left and right hand is of the kind known as Graduus with a thick, wide range of double-edged swords. Length is only about 60 cm merte even if you put it up to the pattern.

I usually carry my favorite giant battle axe (Battleax), but today I assumed interpersonal combat (...) and it seemed to be equipped with two lightweight, well-rounded daggers.

It's sturdy and cuts well, but even men are slightly heavy. Nevertheless, Faria does not look bitter and gently turns at hand to ascertain the feeling.

And quickly look around me and Lentomia, Manuferno, and Iola and Riola, the essence of the holy song, to make sure my people are safe.

"Faria, be careful. These guys will play it even if they slash it!

"Hmm? So you just have to smash it?

"No... it's not like that, but I have an operation..."

"Ah duh. I'll hear the hard stories later! Now first...... let me wave my sword in my stomach!

Faria held a burning light in her emerald-colored eyes with an invincible grin.

Suddenly I know that it's not Faria who says "Operation" and says "Hi."

However, nearly ten spirits (Van Gard), which should have been blown away in just a few moments, were once again regenerating into a black man-made golem.

It would be convenient for me to get a rampage. I wanted time. A source of evil magic, time to analyze magic information that supports dark fluctuations.

"Yikes... Yikes! '' Kiiiiiiii!

"Listen to me for now............... see, behind you!

"Huh!

With an unpleasant sound, the monster attacked Faria.

Faria kept her hair open and wielded a wide range of heavy swords in her left and right hands as vibrant as if they were even dealing with skinny swords.

"Haaaaah...... ugh!

Phone! and I thought I heard the sound of cutting the air, slitting the Dark (Dark) Spirit (Van Gard) from his neck to his flank, coming down the black key claw and attacking him.

Yet another two spirits, coming from left to right, were cut off without difficulty as they waved a smooth flash like a revolving sword dance.

A silver-haired ponytail that swings as it moves shines in the light of the remainder of the sunset.

"Shh, wow!

"Ooh......!

For the first time in the battle of a female warrior who suddenly jumped on the front, a twist occurred not only among the monks who were struggling with an unfamiliar melee, but also among the villagers who were cheering.

Many villagers had now joined the hymns of Iola and Riola, and the magic that should be called holy singing resonated in the village square.

Many pine lights had been lit to illuminate the sunset square and cheered by those who understood that "a group of monks and journeys fought to open the cursed church". Some villagers began to come out, facing each other with old weapons in their hands.

But I wasn't optimistic about the war. He looked familiar to the Dark Spirit, a demon who repeatedly regenerates whether it was cleaved or smashed.

The disastrous black monster once fought in the garden of Dickamaran, the Demon King's Castle, which was once the final showdown place - transformed into the Botanical Garden of the Demonic Realm.

In the tactical information display (tactics) that came to my attention, there was intense momentum for magic analysis. The root of sending magic into The Dark Spirit was the magic accumulated in black crystals at Demon King's Castle, but here it is Kattura integrated with the Demon God.

"Faria! Dark Spirits don't just regenerate! Follow the damage even when touched, don't be alarmed."

"Oh, I see. But... if you're going to come back a hundred times, you're going to have to slash me 101 times!

I'm not the one who can push it off with muscle strength.

I was the one who laughed bitterly at the frightening brain-muscle remarks, but I also realized that Faria's remarks made sense.

The Golem should drain a lot of magic to regenerate whatever it is. If you repeat it again and again, the opponent eventually drains and reaches the limit.

- Hmm? Right. Do you have that hand?

I flickered one.

Faria waved her sword in tornado-like motion, shooting her enemies away one after another. However, the spirits (Van Gard), who regenerated from the scattered fragments, slipped through and ran for the Iolas.

It was then.

When I wondered if the fine rubble (crushed) had fallen apart, a green curtain was instantly created in front of me, blocking the monster's path.

"Yikes!? '" Ikki!?

The ever-growing green curtain was the spreading magic (shrub garden) that grew from the ground.

"Hemperoza!"

"Come on! I knew I had to be here!

Hemperoza, who tied her black hair to a half-up, lined up beside me and shook off her swaddling (shrub) wand.

Then, the spreading grass grew more vigorously and became tangled, creating a hedge-like "green wall" in front of us. It grows and spreads at a length that extends to two mertes high and twenty mertes wide, and becomes immobile when it involves the feet of the dark spirits that have advanced.

Surprise spreads among the monks and villagers at the emergence of defensive walls that physically stop the invasion of monsters.

Now you won't be able to easily hurt Iola, Riola, and the villagers.

"The monster is off limits from there! I'm asking a lot of people there, I hope!

"Ha, that's amazing, Hemperoza! Well done."

"Heh."

She smiled with joy when she stroked her head and showed her white teeth. Then the white flowers pound at the end of the cane! and made a noise and flowered.

"Grey! There are prams too -! This! It's a visit -!

"Oh, and Plum... is that a souvenir!?

Plum came running over holding a fry of bagged imo. Sounds like our share, but I just want to clean it up and taste it before it gets cold. In the meantime, I stumbled and threw it in my mouth.

"Damn, at a time like this...... that's delicious!?

"Yes! They say it's a specialty."

Indeed, this is exquisite in the flavor and saltiness of fried potatoes, which makes it unstoppable.

"Plum is with Manuferno. It's to protect the Iolas!

"Yes it is -! Lana's with you. Yo!

A plum that runs behind Iola. There was Larna, a young girl who was supposed to be a little sister, a slime human.

"Me is watching Iola's song here, Dace!

"Rana! You're in danger... see"

Larna clings to Iola quickly. Iola took the hand and lifted it to her shoulder, wearing a shoulder car. And I urged him to sing with me.

"Come on, now it's all there! Let's fight back and... let's do this!

Continued