Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

"Stupid! How many levels do you think you have?

To the dim room, the sound of letting anger knock you over the desk sounds.

The frustrated man rubbed his bearded chin and exhaled slowly to cool his head.

"... right, let's change hands. Instead of defeating that woman, if we cut the number of soldiers to half, they'll have to retreat."

To do this, we should send instructions and give birth to a new army of demons.

Yeah, you shouldn't panic. The earlier footage was incredible, but then you should switch your head and switch to a hand that is sure to win steadily.

As such, there will be one bump and one man.

Yes, the sight of the video terminal is incredible.

I got the demon-disguised armor left over from the ancients and was supposed to eradicate the intruders.

He said he was changing halls and demons and laying traps for it.

But the result was the opposite... something unilaterally unintelligible that meant that the demon costume Cartina was beaten and wounded, retreating, etc.

We are rushing to repair it, but the wound to the root will probably not go back to normal.

Nevertheless, who is the brunette looking across the terminal? I'm staring at this one for some reason, and that makes my chest sass.

"- Have you noticed the magic tools for surveillance? She's a strangely sharp woman."

She is beautiful and she is also a woman to be soaked.

And I can't keep my eyes open with wonder.

But what is this move?

Reaching out to the universe, it's as if it's headed this way.

Press your eyebrow butt with your fingers and look at the woman as you rub it loose.

I'm not waving, I'm not provoking.

And the fingertips appear on the video as if they're out of focus or bogged down.

Perfect, and the rubbing fingertips stop.

Something's getting worse.

Something dark crept from the woman's fingertips, spreading like a ripple onto the video terminal.

"What, is this...?

Touch the terminal without anything.

Shit, the man wrinkled between his eyebrows at the feel of a sticky fingertip.

"Was there such a stain? No, this smell..."

Slightly irritating odor that irritates the nose.

It smells like a wooden crocodile, which leaves during charcoal grilling.

Moments, the walrus and man open their eyes and scream like this.

"- Magic!!

Shirakuri, and I came.

The same shape as the woman's fingertips, a mass of magic vegetables has grown from the video device.

Gatan! and knock down the chair and the man rises reflexively. Then he swallowed a scream from fear, releasing a stunning speed knife pull, a sitting slaughter, into a single letter.

- Tzqueen!

The crushed sound of steel, it sounds a clear tone.

If I hadn't grabbed the blade with my fingertips and made it even slightly movable by a millimeter, it would have sounded like this. The impact of slashing into immovable rocks remains in the hands of a man.

Without even having to see it, the one-handed sword had been turned down from its roots.

Then, as you slip, your arm stretches, and when you grab the terminal with your left or right hand, you let one slip your body. It's as if you're born out of tar.

Even if it's such an unbelievable event, this woman attracts strangely.

"Fucking demon. Are you a monster?"

"... Okay, well, let's get that over with. I didn't know you would bring all your people into the devil."

It was still the woman with the dark hair who sat down at her desk earlier.

I also miss spare weapons, but they probably won't help. This is how I tried to relate and found out, but I'm too different in character.

The woman laughs lusciously, but her eyes are frighteningly cold.

"The former guardian (Mojo), even his descendants, will look down. I didn't know you could dye your people and live forever in a safe place."

"No, I'm not going to do anything stupid like that. What will it be if I survive alone?"

He is given the name Guardian, and while showing slight upset, the man takes something out of his nostalgia. It wasn't a weapon, it was like a needle.

It is filled with a silver glowing liquid, and if it is the Uridra of the Magic Dragon, it is also possible to discern what it is.

- Extremely pure magic.

It's probably extracted from demonic demons of the Demon class, and if you're a regular person, you die instantly with one drop. Every consciousness of that soul is swallowed up by demons and transformed into something violent and crazy.

Much more dangerous than that of the demonic Cartina, and the man who stabbed it in the neck should have died soon.

But he will be cut off by the spiritual power of steel.

I'm sure it would have been easier to hold your breath.

The moves of breaking clothes, controlling even the enlarged and eroding body, releasing the power of the demon to its limits, would probably have left its name if the world had been worldly.

Both arms, glowing similar to Dozu and Black Crystal (Morion), crack the ground. Uridora watched somewhere pitifully as she spawned massive tails from her back and poked Bassi all over the room and into the terminals.

If this happens, there's no way back. The same goes for the earlier woman, the devil's costume Cartina.

Sit back, wait for the man to complete control, then quietly open his red lips.

"- Let's hear your name, descendant of the Guardian."

"You don't have to leave your first name. It's the remnants of a man who dreamed of antiquity."

You and the man snapped their necks, and that was the signal of battle.

And the woman's foot hits the ground.

The heavily armored dress, torn to bits, had a peek at the line up to her thighs, and it was still a beautiful one.

Grabbing the end of the dress with his hand as he couldn't walk, Uridora walks out the door.

Looking back would be rude.

It is only good once to see the dead face of a man full of spirits and fought out.

"The remnants of an ancient dream, or... I don't know about the Neutral Dragon."

The voice was somewhere lonely, but it never reached anyone's ear.

There was a big hole in the room and only his upper body was left by the window.

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Not...

It sounds extensive and Mariabel's 3D position is forming.

The L-shaped fort, positioned at the corner of the hall, was about to stretch to a height of about three floors.

At the same time, a square obstacle to the escape route of the cooperative front (Reid) in retreat is born as it leaves its way.

It's about a meter high and doesn't look like a substitute to inhibit pursuit.

I run looking at it. No, I don't need to stick around, and it's easier to do a metastasis.

Pseli on a black horse, plus Eve, so it's hard to say "first" fluidly. I think he's a salesman around here.

Yeah, when I get home, I don't mind saying "first" to my colleagues who work overtime.

"I wonder if this secures the exit I was just saying. And then it explodes?

"Yeah, of course I will. I use double chanting (double), and further pinching doubles the power. I also use angry fire, so don't kick it if you're wrong."

No, no, I don't want to touch that you asked me to. I can't believe Marie is bragging about a substitute.

Now, looking back, apparently the enemy has split into two hands.

I see those who walk with all their might in pursuit, and those who form a close formation in defense.

"Well, you're thinking of protecting me for being mad"

The great shield of darkness is created from a magic vegetable, and a large owga grabs it. Spears, weapons, etc., are similarly quickly distributed around the perimeter.

I thought you were going to be serious about the chase, but you're slower than you thought.

Consolidating defense may mean that that demonic Cartina demon needs time to heal his wounds. I had my whole body full of cracks, but was that hit by Uridra, who is a bit of a shield (tank)?

With that in mind, I run to the open entrance.

Now, as the Ouga herd entered Mariabelle's laid position, it became a little catastrophic. The flame storm blew out most efficiently after allowing it to break in as far as half as it could draw.

Duh! How dare you! Don't, don't!

"Wow, it's a war movie, here! I wonder if I've had a bad influence."

The burning lights are coming from behind, but I'm not sure I want to look back. The vibrations and the screams of the demons that echo all the way to your belly are unseen. I'm afraid to imagine maybe the other way around.

And this friend of mine said, "Wow!" He comes running away with his head, but maybe this battle has begun and he remembers his greatest fear.

Wow, Pseli, screaming with Eve and the others, escaped into the 3D position created by the half fairy elf.

By the way, none of the wounded in this came out.