Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A bunch of people sucked into the hall after all the sound of military boots.

If all enter the room, this door will be tightly closed.

But no one is afraid of losing their way out. The enemies with the big shields are lined up, indicating that it is time to defeat them and fight them. Then you don't have to look back until you destroy everything.

The Andalusite team's chanting of the hymn continues, mixing treble and bass to tremble the hall. It diminishes the fears of those who hear, and makes dizziness and noise, and the muscles swell up. As soon as this chant continues, they transform themselves into indomitable warriors.

The total number of cooperation fronts (Reid) by the four teams assembled is 45.

The opposing demons are laying a big shield on the side differently than before, about twenty just visible in the front. Combining the number of troops held back behind it would multiply several times.

Beyond the shield, which even seems to be an iron wall, the giant demon Boraax Doodoo peeks into his upper body. From his head, which was on both shoulders, he roared, and from the back of his turbulent pile teeth was a blue and white scaly powder of flame.

"That looks strong. Are you over level 100, though medium boss?

He turns to his black eyes and stops Uridora with his hands saying he doesn't need advice. Too high a level, she's out of party settings, as usual, and she takes care not to give us undue advice so we can grow up.

The same goes for Shirley, who doesn't have a bracelet that can set his status in the first place, so he can't throw a party. By the way, communication (chat) uses party functions, but for our magic dragon, there is no such thing as analyzing and interrupting.

And we're right next to the Andalusite team led by Doula. It is the safest position, and one where you can receive immediate instructions from the leader.

This would simply be because you want to keep tactics and close spiritual use Mariabel at hand.

"But even though the third layer was chilly, it's as hot as it gets when this much heat is overflowing"

From the surroundings it is overflowing with enthusiasm caused by exaltation, just a little breathless. With his neck patterned, he decided to speak to the girl who showed nervousness.

"Hey, it looks like it's hard to deal with someone decent. It's a hassle, so why don't you come up with an easy way to fight?

"Fight easy... you don't even know what they're capable of yet? Then we can't decide where to form the Stone Spirit."

The elf girl, who looked around worried for a moment, turns slightly blue-white.

To see that look, you're probably predicting people will die. I can't help it because I am a friend who has spent a long number of days, who has cooperated, and who is now close to a friend.

But excessive temper and tension are counterproductive to us.

The battle so far has also been overcome with all the imagination and ideas possible. Then you must pull out your shoulders and enjoy the struggle. Even if a scary future awaits us, we must work our brains out and flirt with each other by having fun.

That's why I have a grin and a carefree grin.

"'Cause look, Marie said it before, didn't she? With Uridora and me, there's no risk in the world of dreams, and you can test your abilities as much as you like."

"Yes, but... you can't predict anything, and this time you're the one who seems to be even taking care of me?

I've been activating Tower Watch (Prison Keeper) for a while now, but it doesn't seem to be working well to see the complexion. I guess there's still a mix of opponents who interfere with detection.

Then we should forget about the enemy.

When I take the girl's hand, I peek into her pale purple eyes.

"Why don't you change your mind? For example, what do you think it would be good to do if you were disappointed with a big shield, as the opponent is not a demon but an army?

"... Already got it. I'll go along with your play. Uh... well, if the front is hard, I'd like to attack from the side or the rear."

Shirley stares at our conversation strangely, wearing a classy dress with a blue vest and a long-sleeved shirt with a butterfly tie.

Um, I'm under the impression that you're a lady who came for a walk to the labyrinth fluttering.

"Heh, heh, they're like this. It's a childlike idea, trying to destroy enemy sand mountains as easily as possible."

That's how Uridora explains it and rounds her blue sky eyes.

It might be strange from her perspective, but we humans lose easily if we don't put our heads to work, hey.

Yeah, yeah. The girl who was roaring opens her lips with her fingers up to the tip of her chin.

"Can you do that? I can't believe it's the formation of a position that can be deployed on the side while protecting the front."

"Even if I can, it's going to take a while. Why don't you give up on both sides and just lay it on one of the L-shapes?"

"Oh, you don't even need that much range if you're going to use the corner of the hall. I just don't like it when we can hunt down positions without them."

In this way, it's a good tendency to come up with pompous ideas.

Marie also slowly pulls out her shoulders, turning her thoughts and measures to exceed her tentative proposal and what is missing.

Doola seemed to have heard how he was going to decide on his defense measures that way.

He shakes his red hair, looks back, and turns to a beautiful grin that heightens his fighting spirit like a general.

"That's good, so let's go. I'll have you guys hang out for real. Then we'll consolidate the right corner while we secure the ground for the position at first."

When did he finally get in the room, and the sound of a gorilla and a door closing from behind him sounds like he's done. In it, Doula raised her voice and the line quickly leaned diagonally.

Soon the door will close.

In the meantime, early in the arrow, she skipped directions to the surrounding area.

"Kazhiho, Gaston, Eve, you guys look at the situation as guerrillas and make the best offense. But always follow my instructions. Diamond Squad must not move significantly until instructed."

Copy that. Send a response for each of them. The closing sound of the door echoes into the hall.

The tingling and elves also shook my long ears, but I have much less fear emotions than I had earlier. I guess having worked out countermeasures is somewhat of a support for my mind.

However, I must be more vigilant than usual.

We need constant surveillance of signs like the one we felt earlier targeting Marie, and the enemies that would be taking action against the defense.

It's also important to find an opponent obstructing the opponent, and you can't forget to be alert to Boraax Doodoo, who refrained from doing so in the back.

Hey, a lot of work to do makes me nervous.

I think "give me a break" for company work or something, but this is a fantasy world.

I remember myself exalting on my own, holding a one-handed sword.

At that time, combat music began to sound.

That was a high, extremely high pitched voice.

The crying voices of women become more tangled and eventually turn into melodies.

To the great hall where Singh and I were quiet, the voices of women so thin that they trembled, and eventually, when the sound of the drums was added, hysterical music formed.

In keeping with the melody (rhythm), it was the enemy army that began to move around.

The rows of shields are moving diagonally to match this formation, and they're slipping away! and face the iron wall to the front.

"Here we go! Bloodstone team, pull the knife!

Zazah! and a shield in a row, so a steel sword is born.

At the exact same time, the great shield of the enemy, yuck! And when I took a step, the march of death began as hysterical music sounded.

I don't know how much weight it weighs. The speed is slow. But I can predict from the side that the pressure of the impending wall is not just a shield. But Doula, fearless, releases instructions to all the army.

"Secure this area of defense! Slight ahead!

Za, Za, and Footsteps, the Bloodstone squad intercepts. The gap between the two armies narrows gradually according to the melody (rhythm), and it is the black spear that lines up from the shield of the devil.

That is tar-like liquid applied and the same color as the wall in the Great Hall...... don't worry a bit.

The corner of our rearmost hall creates a gap by advancing and slightly diminishes the heat.

He looked at the elf manipulating the stone spirits with the chant, and then woke himself up.

"Then I guess I'll see how it goes too. Just wondering what's going on behind that shield."

"Okay. But keep on communicating (chatting). I want to hear your voice."

Wow, I'm so glad you said that.

Her voice is so beautiful though, it's so pleasant to be whispered into the back of her ear. I thought so...

"Look, you sound relaxed, don't you? I've noticed lately, but that's just fine for me. I'm relieved."

What, a relaxing voice...?

I'm still going to be serious about this. "I'm coming," he says, thinking about it, moving to the wall that hits the enemy's side position.

ZAGYU! and stick your sword up against the dark wall and peek directly under it from there.

I didn't see them on the big shield, but they were still demons. He's in a sloppy shape, just like a medium boss, and his whole body is so round that he seems to have arms on the ground.

The covering armor is iron and also looks like one organism due to its density.

Behind it is a bunch of people carrying large baggage, and an operator chanting around...... I remember my hair backwards and forwards.

"That sucks, that owga. Suicide bombers, right?

Tight.

I am immediately called from the side and look back unexpectedly to my squeamished voice. Gaston whispered out of the darkness, a man with a glance unlikely to be an old man.

"Yeah... Mr. Gaston, how long have you been there?

"Huh? What are you talking about, you came to me on your own. More than that, let's just attack, Eve."

Whoa, I didn't know you could make me giddy again.

I can't believe there's someone kneeling on my sword with their toes on the wall. Even though we work out our instincts so that we don't get hit by surprises, don't both hide the signs easily.

"Yes. Then we're impromptu guerrilla members. Show everyone the good part, Mr. Cuz, Grandpa."

Let him pull it out, and the old man laughs and releases his hand, which was grasping the stone wall without hesitation. Tong, and the moment we kicked the wall, the three of us instantly descended into the enemy's dense space.

That's fast for my metastasis, both of you!

Without landing, I, and Gaston's sword, cut off the enemy's head.

And Eve, with her hands on the ground, worries a little before sliding into my shadow. She's longer, but when you back yourself up like a cat, you don't seem to see her from the enemy at all.

"I'm over here, you guys clean the other side."

"Um, Cuz, this is the first time I've ever fought with you, so enjoy!

Whoa, the situation's going on on its own.

Transfer one step without worrying about the hand axe being swung down from overhead, wondering if it's okay, and rip your throat into the counterweight.

The overflowing black blood and the looming ouga from behind it...... 's head is kicked up directly from the bottom and his vision is covered by his brown thighs.

Oh, wow. If you think the thighs with the line you can see have disappeared, you can't believe that a shaky ooga is left in front of you. Even as I gently slit my throat, the large arm that has been stretched from the left is cut tendon by Eve's short knife.

Ha, I see. Are you assisting me? [M]

Speaking of which, she seemed confident in her physical surgery, and I guess she could do something clever like this. That's a rare occupation of ninjas (rare jobs), cutting off the neck of a giggly ringing ooga while thinking about it, etc.

Well, I took part in an attack like this in the stream, but it's not a good situation for me. Hey, it's really troublesome that your vision is all over your enemies.

It's too small to transfer for about a step or two, and if it's completely surrounded, it can be a pain in the ass.

Fortunately, however, the aid by Eve, and the opponent is also packed for suicide bombing and the movement is dull? Besides, if you blow yourself up here, you won't even be able to see it, and there are a few materials in your favor for this one.

As then, it moves through the dense space of the shabu-sha, allowing the optimal attack to be remembered for a few patterns to the [five-definition overload (overload)].

Then, just as I did when I was being foolish, I didn't have to concentrate anymore. If you stand in the best position, the rest will attack you on your own.

"Hmm, this is so easy"

"Well, why don't you come in to us? The Diamonds' backs are amazing. I have members who give me competencies, and no."

Well, can we also grant capabilities? I'm curious about that.

But, well, we need to get rid of the suicide bombers for now.

Oh, yeah.

Because of this, my skills have been enhanced, and let me remind you of Eve's attack pattern.

In her case, target the jaw tip of an enemy who can decide and target a loss of consciousness, etc.

When we carefully record it into a large number of slots, our coordinated attacks are slowly optimized.

Similar to that one. Feels like poking a mound.

Peeko, Peeko, an array of.

It feels like we made it a lot faster, but it's probably us now.

Towards the top, when Guru and Eve's kick eat into his jaw, my sword quickly rips his throat open. As he narrows his senses to desperation in that way, the dark elves eventually float with joy.

"Ugh! Shit, shit, cuz you! My invincibility is gone!

I can't help but feel good.

The moment you scatter your consciousness with the soles of your palms, knees, soles of your feet, etc., your enemies die.

Then her physical surgery increases even more speed, a collaboration that can no longer be stopped by dull suicide bombers.

And then he realized that the suicide bombers had been exterminated as one, and the surrounding enemy soldiers had turned into something more armed.

In an effort to soak up sweat, I speak to the dark elves.

"I guess this is the place. Eve, it's time to leave."

"Uh, even a little more yah, Ijan. Hey, fuck you, fuck you?

Wow, that doesn't sound right.

I couldn't afford to let you play though, so when I grabbed my creased hips disappointingly, I exercised my transition to the wall.

"Yikes...!"

Leaving a long scream, Kagu! And he's poking a sword at the wall.

Although it was previously a severe transfer such as a weight restriction, the options have been widened by strengthening to a five-definition overload (overload).

Oh dear............!!

Here we go.

It's the sound of collisions between each other's fronts.

I watched the war closely as I watched the sight directly below.