Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The black liquid that flows to the wall is called a magic vegetable.

This has existed since antiquity and is also a remnant of the use of powerful sorcery.

And because of its faint magic power, it seals the sensing ability to the entire hall, and it also creates the advantage that the near-quality demonic Cartina can move freely.

Now, the armor called the demonic costume gave me impeccable power.

Levels have increased more than doubly, and by integrating into the bone marrow, they can be transformed into beings that can no longer even be called Demons.

At the same time, human emotions fade extremely.

Nevertheless, humanity is something that has been worn because of its pursuit of the land and its spending time in distant and remote areas. It was quick to understand that it was unnecessary.

Anyway, even steel can be ripped with bare hands, and once you move your body, you can cleave the subject at a rate no different from the sound. Then all you have to do is think about fulfilling your mission.

The mission entrusted to her is the annihilation of the intruder.

As a first hand at this, he is targeting an elf who will be a spiritual magician.

And now everyone's consciousness is directed to the battlefield and a great opportunity has arrived.

It's stupid to say it's a battlefield to deflect their attention, and the man who was looking at it in a different control room laughs dammit.

And the man tells the demon costume.

I already have an order with the results.

"Not yet, Cartina"

The demonic Cartina received the sent communication (chat) and woke herself up from the wall with a lukewarm.

Sharply extended nails resembling blades, and two pairs of eyes glow silver.

The mission will be fully accomplished.

Confidence to be considered is not excessive, it is just a fact. Is the word destiny closest?

The sound of a small fish bouncing on the surface of the water may be slightly overshadowed to bring about fatalities.

Cartina, out of the wall, flies in instantly increasing speed.

Probably never noticed the sound of flying.

- Noodles, noodles!

Shortly afterwards, the impact penetrated his entire body.

Pain, by the way, should be removing it as a function, but something strong enough to open your mouth and exhale your magic vegetables.

Only at this time, I remember my head turning white.

The wind blows and the white, shiny hair of the elves dances.

Concentrating on chanting, she looks back with eyes that resemble purple crystals (amethysts).

There was a demonic Cartina with both hands on the ground and a crawling position.

But I can't move. Because the fact that I was raising my perceptual area to its maximum made me understand what they did.

- I got beat up by that brunette.

Even distorts vision about the result of that determination.

How can I touch such a velocity demon costume? No, it should blow your arms off with shock if it's normal.

The brunette, with a cool face, grinned.

It's also too beautiful and frightening.

I don't see why you're laughing like you've welcomed a guest in this situation.

And if you open your shaped lips, you're gonna say something that doesn't make any sense.

"Have you ever heard anything like this? He who controls the left will control the world."

…………

I really don't know what that means.

According to the memory of the perceptual signal, it was the right arm that was swinging.

No, I didn't know you got beat up more than that. If you look at it, there is a crack in the demon costume, and the dodgy and black liquid is leaking. I can't believe this kind of blow.

and I had myself instinctively frightened by the sound of Hin, Hin, The beauty's grin deepens when she shrugs herself with her bicun and gets up in a hurry and half waist.

"Just hang out with exotic martial arts. Hmm, no sushi is just easy to beat. I've also accumulated (...) and (...), and this is how I'm going to let you work as a shield (tank)."

I want you to wait, the shield shouldn't do that.

If you arm like a whip, you won't hit a blow you're not supposed to reach.

But for that, Zdon, Dozn, and the flank demon costume are trying to smash. Sound a screaming red flag (an alert) and the roller and the Cartina lag behind.

Not choosing to retreat is due to a strong sense of purpose.

And I had to abandon who I was because I never meant anything to you.

However, Meisha is beaten in the face, and the blood from her dripping nose thinks that even the sweating function she should have lost works.

- What the hell, this woman? Are you licking me such as fighting with your bare hands?

withstand the blow, forcing him to guard with both arms while keeping his distance. And it was supposed to be cut with sharp nails from outside that woman's intermission.

Yes, it's supposed to be overwhelmingly advantageous.

But - why is it that only the opponent Kobushi tries to smash his skull like Dozu, Gbang, and Counter. Shake your head. What is this?

"Oh, I'm in. I'm coming."

I'll leave you to it, and the thought of putting your eyes back on the battlefield to the elves. My vision stains red with anger on that face that I don't even feel like this, such as crisis.

And so is another woman with blindfolds and bright blonde hair.

Instead of being afraid, he takes out the drawings and paints something like a sketch. But even then, a bad feeling occupies the chest.

It's like when I got this demon costume, I'm afraid it's going to change me from the ground up.

I sweated that I should have lost more and more, and Cartina yelled.

Do-o-o-o-o!

If asked which day he hated the most since he was born, he would surely answer this one. That's how bad it sucked.

The more you resist, the more deadly the wound will be created, and cracks will occur to the root area.

His eyes are burning and he's already unleashed his full power.

- Rebel, how many is this woman?!?

Or use the left. You said you would control the world!? When to use it!!

I could have yelled in that sense.

At that time, the voice of communication (chat) echoed into the back of his brain as if he had seen it.

"Back off, Cartina! Hurry up and fix it!

Oh, I'm angry.

To those women who will return to the battlefield without flying or chasing to retreat.

Melamella and intent to kill swelled up, and to a wall full of magic vegetables. She, Cartina, sank.

At the same time, there was a huge change on the battlefield.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

GO, GO, BO, O, O, O!!

It was Boraax-Doodoo who was silent in the centre who suddenly screamed like a groundhowl.

Something dark pierces from the ground, making sure to drain all the blood from your body and the liquid moves.

When you squeeze your head so that you can't stand it, its right arm cracks and crushes from your hips. Spread lava-like blood around - no, can you call it actual lava the way you burn your men, the Ougas?

"What? It's like they're sucking on life."

I looked up, but I can't take it easy to observe.

Oh, no, there's nothing I can't do. Because demons like assassins in front of you are probably about level 75, and they record a lot of attack patterns.

About 90% of them automatically engage thanks to their skills (skills), and for one second they deal with the assassin while watching how the middle boss is doing.

Well, two swords dancing in circles, but that's just a feint and you don't need to see it.

The guy was a demon who wore a hood deep into his eyes and protruded his dirty teeth. The arm was long and then cleverly manipulated the sabel, so it took a long time to defeat it.

"No, I haven't knocked him down yet, hey!

My knife to slit my shoulder is taken with a blade by a rear assassin. Almost the same level as mine, but this weapon has a few more steps. Eating into his shoulders, the scratchy one screamed.

"Hit me, I'll have it!

Yes, please, have it. Not really, but Dark Elf, who was in the rear, glides my blade and flashes his short knife.

Until he broke his neck delicately, and the black blood flowed.

"Shit, get the strong one! I haven't been on a level in a long time."

"Yes, yes, well, here you go, too."

"Yeah, okay? Are you sure? It's kind of bad that I reminded you. But it's a corner..."

The last assassin to have his tendons cut off on both arms predicts the worst future with more fat. but the demon and our predictions unfortunately fell off.

Suddenly appearing from the side, the black horse trampled the assassin with a big hiatus.

The dark elves hardened to that momentary event.

"Ahhh!?

"Damn, it's noisy to raise a barbaric voice, Eve. It's the same party, so we'll split the experience."

He opens the right side of his helmet and a wet face appears on the sweat of Pseli.

Looking further afield, the other two also had old man Gaston split into upper and lower bodies. Well, because that grandfather's level is an estimated 120 carbide......

But it still seems a long way from serious.

"Hi, Mr. Puselli. Thanks to the rampage on my horse, it helped me not to be surrounded by enemies"

"No, I'm the one who was helped. Damn, it's too big to be grateful for a night or two. Oh, this corpse is looking kind of..."

Urged by the gaze from the horse, we also look down on the body earlier.

And I was just a little surprised. Black liquid flows from the demon's body, reducing its mass.

"Oh, no way this..."

"Was it in the report, a traitor?

Is this the unusual look of the rebels?

If what has now spilled is a magic vegetable, it is possible that Uridora's words could have been altered by her very existence.

And the change in the battlefield happens to keep standing.

GOOOOOOOOO!!

The Bolaax-Doodoo giant roars suddenly, slamming and smashing throat cancer and the floor.

But to its head stood something unfamiliar. It is a monster with black armor, long but somewhere feminine in thinness.

It makes two pairs of eyes glow in a burning color and releases a tremendous killing temper toward this one...

Because of my mind, I suck on the life force of the inner boss and see it in my eyes as it is repairing. And the change happened quickly and familiarly.

Shiru, Gucha, and to the rolling battlefield of the corpse, I see those who rise again. Ouga I just knocked down. Magnetic vegetables from the wall pour into its body and return to the battlefield in an unnatural motion.

Surprised by the sight, Uridra's advice echoed behind her brain.

"They call him the devil's costume Cartina. I'm going to go back to the man who imitated this evil taste. I'll take care of the rest, Shirley."

Oh, I wonder if Shirley can even escort Marie. I am surprised at what Uridora admits. [M]

I wonder what "guy" and "bad taste" are more indicative of than that.

Nevertheless, amidst the sounds of a retraction order from Doula, it is also difficult to hear in detail. He ran on the battlefield with the Black Horse to Marie's defensive base, which was about to be completed.

If the rebels sent from Gedover turned into complete demons, so did that Cartina...

Looking back as he ran, he nearly spread two pairs of black wings.

But those hateful eyes, what the hell happened?