The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

At the South Gate - Limits were also approaching Heil Mishburn, head of Hamma's City Adventurer Guild.

His specialty alchemy ceremony, which had intercepted a number of demons, raises demons as mutants, whether defeated or not.

The first armored knight created by Heil had already been reduced to a few.

No matter how stubborn an armored knight is, he is not strong enough to withstand countless Great-Gobblin or, more importantly, Mountain Goblin attacks.

And Linocero Farman's Panzer Blaze is a pain in the ass.

Flamebullets fired from the back will also lightly destroy the barricades that Heil has magically built.

Still, Heil manages to build an iron wall around the moat and struggles to buy some time.

"Open the door of the First Gate of the Magic Guide, activate the Earth Art Ceremony [Gadar Kerav Golem (Rock Giant Soldier)]!"

Heil did all the magic he had left, producing rock giants that surpassed even mountain goblins.

It's a boneless golem that doesn't look decorative, but its power is rugged and awesome.

He wields his arms, steps on them with his legs, and ravages the demons around him.

Even mountain goblins are not strong enough on their own.

Still, however, pushing through a flock of mutant species over 1000 is not going to happen.

It was good at first, but Linoceropharman's artillery, Crimson Dovel flames, and dual horn lightning electric shocks sharpened the armor - finally smashing it to pieces and raining rocks on the spot.

Even this wreckage was able to involve some demons, but if you open the lid, the number of demons has not decreased by half.

"After all, was it too unscrupulous to be alone -"

Meditation Heil whines words similar to giving up.

It is a place where one knee collapses and the staff manages not to fall.

Heil was on the outside of his own created iron wall.

Because you can't see the object or the location inside the wall when you're exercising magic.

In other words, as it is, Heil will suffer a demonic attack all by himself.

I wish I could at least restore my magic powers, but I already drank the magic potion.

The potion system is strong enough to restore vitality and magic as soon as you drink it, but it cannot be used continuously.

"... everything, you're off"

One squeaks like that. For a sorcerer, magic is close to the strength of a warrior.

If you drastically consume magic, that's all you get to breathe.

The Heil was in exactly that state now.

After that, just pray. Even if Haile dies, the walls around the moat won't do anything about it right away, but if the operator still loses his life, the effects of nature and magic will also fade, and then it will disintegrate.

Only hope by then at least one of the East Gate or West Gate will be cleaned up and come to support.

(Who will do the next guild leader? Well, I can't help thinking about that)

I spill a self-inflicted grin with that in mind.

And he turned his face to the imminent swarm of mutant species, and at least only feelings deserved to be guild lengths until the end, although Heil tightened his expression -

That's when the roar reaches Haile's ear.

Huh? and the sounder, yes, circles his neck to the East Gate side where the Knights are in charge, but in his eyes was the remains of a demon descending like rain from the sky.

"What the hell is this... No, I don't think I can do this..."

In my head, a figure of one boy emerges.

I'm still a young adventurer, but I've accomplished many feats despite being level 0.

If it was him like that, it could be - speculation around in my heart.

Then a glimmer of wind passed beside Heil and ran through the battlefield.

Surprised by that, windy direction.

In other words, he turns his face in the direction in which the herd of demons was coming, but there was no more demons there.

And all the multitudes that were there disappeared, even as many of the beacons of God.

Heil, huh? and keep an eye out.

And what if? and looking up over the sky, the remains of the demons were shaking in large numbers, just like the East Gate side.

Unexpectedly sigh. And still have a self-inflicted grin.

"... at all. This. Then you sound like an idiot who was desperately fighting. But thank you, Mr. Nagare."

I meditated, and I was so alone...

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West Gate Front - There was a Merle figure that was steadily decreasing the number of demons as he outstripped the Panzer Blaze fierce assault by Linokero Farman.

If it is the Magic Gate, Merle's arms, where all the surgical ceremonies are available, are certain, and the guards also raise their admiration for their appearance that they are not afraid to see demons that have turned massive demons into mutant species, and inside, Dear Merle! And so on and so on and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so and so forth and so forth and so and so forth and so and so forth and so and so forth and so and so forth and so and so and so forth and so and so forth and so and so and so

Nevertheless - the limits were close to such a Merle as well.

It is mentally and physically tight to exercise magic with your head fully spinning as you look at the situation so that no harm is done to allies who are dealing with demons and managing to keep playing battle.

And it's not magical or infinite. Merle will have no hitter if the magic reaches the bottom.

That's when - the mutant mountain goblin makes suspicious moves.

Oh, my God, he grabbed the Great Goblin and shook his arm wide open.

And not in unison, but in unison with what turned into mountain goblins - and shake!

In other words, it is a throw. How dare Mountain Goblin throw his companion, GreatGoblin, toward the city.

Besides, the first pitch has a fairly fast ball speed, so much so that even Merle is unwittingly confused.

But...

- Hurricane Sphere.

Wind Art Magic at the Third Gate - That makes a giant wild wind sphere in front of Merle.

Inside that sphere, which plays a roaring sound, a storm with sharp wind blades wrapped around it, and it was possible to imagine the end of those caught in it.

Naturally, the sole from which Merle emerged is placed considering the orbit of the Great Goblin.

Besides, this sphere also has a pretty strong suction, so all the thrown grate goblins were sucked into it and torn to bits.

But that's good to know - now Mountain Goblin throws the Great Goblin into the mountains.

In the same fastball as now, from a different direction.

This hasty, fragmented throw is only a hassle for Merle.

Flying in multiple directions and orbits falling apart into mountains, GreatGoblin can't handle the hurricane sphere, and if he's just distracted by its response, he can't handle the GreatGoblin thrown straight ahead.

Moreover, all those tracks are in such a way that they pass over the outer walls.

If you want to miss the whole thing, a mutant species will be released into the city, and when that happens, there is nothing we can do about it.

I mean, they're more likely to collapse from the inside out.

That's all we have to avoid. We have to stop it somehow.

But it was impossible - impossible - to shoot down all of that to Merle, who used too much magic.

The slightest dust of magic exercised - as poking there, the ruthlessly transformed Great-Goblin into a bullet for throwing, passed with one again, and Merle's magic ran out there, and finally she fell off the wall.

"Dear Merle, ooh!

"Damn it! Great goblins go to the city like this!

The cry of the guards and the voice that informs them of the danger occur at the same time - the colour of despair seeps into the faces of many guards.

And even from within the city, the inhabitants who noticed the mutant species raised their voices of fear.

but it was then - someone who had been running through the wall jumped, catching all the mutants across the wall, like a gentleman who would take beautiful steps at the ball as he did, dancing in the universe (in a motion that looked like it) and deciding on a triple accelerator as he did (though it actually spins more than 30,000 rpm just to look like it), while throwing all the great goblins outside the wall, and further using the momentum to go outside himself, driving at the wall running loose and then actually at a divine speed that's not even noticeable, kicking the falling merle in the air and catching it brilliantly, while landing on the ground with the fluffy gentle footing of cotton wool.

And was it okay? Asked, Merle replied, yes, as he patted his eyes.

The face is more maiden than it seems.

"Good. Then rest your body slowly."

"... Oh, yeah, but Bitchet..."

"I know, I'll take care of it later."

Right after he spoke, Merle's reliable face disappeared from his sight.

In a moment, the demons on the flow line blew up simultaneously, connecting the spot where the bitches were playing the battle with the West Gate.

Besides, Geronimo and the other adventurers, who have so far been forced to fight critical battles, stood up in a blatant manner.

"... what the hell is this..."

And the guards, who would have felt the crisis until not long ago, raised their mouths as they blackened and white their eyes -