While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

"It's been a while, Mr. Azsa. I'm Dan Dunn, who will be the technical head of this defensive magic. There will be no snow on the head of the ruins. It's shiny and it stays tight."

It's your head that's shiny! Yes, I want to put in a scratch, but I can't say it because it might be rude.

"Tighten the membrane that protects this entire site from physical attacks. Tulu's membrane protects us from all physical attacks."

"You just want to say tulu tulu! Actually, you think it's delicious yourself!

A second tsuru came soon and I couldn't stand it.

"Well, Dan Dunn, don't even say that. Even if the plants turn out and die like this!

"I understand. I hope we can create a world of death where no plant can grow."

Guys, the statement is radical because he's already dead...

"I guess I shouldn't kill the plants that were growing from the beginning... That makes me feel naturally destructive..."

"You'll be fine with that. For starters, because only warm climates should make the flourishing plants disappear. Only native plants will remain."

Will that be the case as a theory? The native plants will also grow around them, and I wonder if the ecosystem is revived quickly even if it withers somewhat.

From there, the way ahead really went.

Five minutes later, magic like a physical junction appears in the sky like a dome of light.

"The Tulturdome has succeeded successfully! If you stay inside this, you'll be safe whether the spear goes down or the sun goes down!

I don't really want you to come down because I think the world will end when the sun comes down.

"Yes, I'll give Flattorte a signal."

I flew straight up to where Flattorte could see. The dome of light is translucent, so you can tell from Flattorte.

"It's OK!

I shake my hands.

I could see the flattorte in dragon form staring at this one.

"I'm going! Five, four, one!

"Don't make the countdown!

Well, you wouldn't have heard me.

Flattorte was already spraying his biggest cold brace toward the dome.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A wind like a build-up of chills wraps around the outside of the dome, which seems to freeze just to ear.

In fact, by the time I got back to the ground, I could clearly see the temperature dropping.

"Ugh! Cold...... Hey Nana Nana, don't you have a blanket......?

"You don't have it ready for the living. It's a little warm if you put it in the dirt."

"I don't like how you get warm like that buried"

It's inevitable. Do we have to endure...

Keep your body down and prevent your temperature from escaping as much as possible.

"Whoa! Awesome, Mr. Flattorte! Oh, my God, it's so powerful!

Do you like flashy stuff, Rosalie was tense too.

Looking up directly from the ground, the ice cubes bash in the dome, bash and tall noise, hitting it. It would be something out of Flattorte's mouth.

Quite spectacular, I'd say. If the average person alive sees it, he might not care. If the magical effect expires, it will be outrageous.

"If you just exhale, Flattorte will be satisfied, too. Hey, the scale of the dragon is really amazing..."

I've never put a cold brace out of my mouth, but it still breathes so much power that I can be sure it will help relieve stress. Perhaps it's been a long time since Flattorte has been able to use it at all costs so far.

"If this Mr. Flattorte and Lycra's sister fought as hard as they could, which would win?

Rosalie asked me. He has the face that he's really interested.

"That's right. I'm pretty sure there 'll be a lot of damage around here, so I'd like you to stop."

"I don't need your opinion on the damage."

Sure, it's cheating to bring reality into the assumptions.

"I really don't know. But I think Lycra's going to struggle, too. You don't like cold."

Perhaps Flattorte has been a bit of a handful to Lycra and the Red Dragon in many phases before? So much to make you think so, this cold air had something to keep an eye on.

... No, isn't that flattorte a relief?... all the power to the dragon opponent?

"But... it's cold..."

I shrink further. If you catch a cold, it's not weird.

"Oh, my God, myself. Are you vulnerable to the cold? Oh, my God."

"It's hard being alive. I sympathize. You'd better die soon."

The evil spirits pitied me. I'm the only one living in this dome. Minorities have narrow shoulders......

Cold braces are still uninterrupted, and I'm going to hit them.

I know the temperature in the dome keeps dropping.

"Minus a few times now...... I want the coat..."

"Good luck, Mrs Tsubaki. It's a lot harder when you're alive."

And a consolating development from the ghosts...

"As a human being, it's more extremely durable, so don't worry, but if you bring the average person, it's time to be warm like it's bad for your health"

The pond that was already near us was strewn with thick ice.

Well, I had a bad feeling.

"Hey, if anyone's outside this dome, they're gonna freeze to death...?

When I looked at the side of the dome, I saw ice and snow piling up and sliding off.

This is followed by a loud noise of having to.

It's a dome, so there's a collection of white things outside the ruins. Only in a very narrow area, the snow pile is about two meters.

"Mr. Azsa, no one comes to such a phantom land. It's called struggle."

"Let it go. Nana Nana is right. No one can reach this land first. Even if the person you witnessed was scared to turn back."

"I hope so... Ugh... kushi, kushi!

I've never tasted it before, so it's only sensory. I feel like I'm in a place about twenty degrees negative. I guess that's not enough. Is it less than minus thirty degrees?