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

In the meantime, Moo's cheer echoed.

"Whoa, it's working!

The colour of the tsuta leaves in the ruins of the estate type is clearly browned.

It's finally starting to dry up!

"One more step, Flattorte! Keep showing the momentum! Do more!

Moo is waving his arms up with a norrinoli. I don't have the concept of cold, only now I'm really jealous.

Various plants are dying out. I feel that, too. The amount of green in sight is decreasing.

"Come on! Do it! Beat it. Eh!

"Um, it's a bad gala, so why don't we hold it off a little longer...? And then you don't have to shake your arms up all the time..."

It's more of a mob than a king.

"That's right, my body's not moving very well. Arms down. Heh."

"Has the lack of exercise gotten that far!

It's like a puppet with no moving parts.

"No, I've never had my arm stuck before... Well, it looks like he's still active. Yeah."

The spirits who were at the estate at some point also came out and watched how Flattorte and Tsuta were doing. Flattorte, who withers his claws, is a hero here.

It would be the best result for Flattorte because it would help people while relieving stress.

"Now the twat will be gone. Congratulations."

Ms Nana Nana gave a small round of applause that made no noise. Oh, there's no sound originally because it's a spirit?

A twat that was stuck to the ruins of the estate falls in a pompous fold so that the ice sculpture breaks down. Finally, it seems that the plant is at a completely frozen temperature.

The stone walls of the ruins appeared. Operation successful.

"Yeah, I'm cold anyway... but I'm glad I didn't have any trouble and got good results"

But that statement of mine was superfluous.

Trouble came exactly after that.

"Oh, my God, your body is really moving badly... Yeah, I'd like to put my arm down. Hmm!"

Shortly after Moo got in the mood and apparently put his strength into his arms...

Boki!

Moo's right arm fell.

Karan Cologne......

The arms are sounding slightly stiff.

It's a sound that indicates that your arms and ground have hardened.

"Wow, why not! Why are your arms falling off!

Moo was, of course, raising his surprised voice.

From that voice, it looks like we can still afford it...

From there it was fast.

Moo's body parts split apart in a pompous way.

Just now, like a twat that collapsed from the estate.

"Wow! I'm scared! You're scaring me!

I covered my eyes a little.

"It's gone! How come if I let it cool, our bodies are broken!

"Oh, is that what you mean"

Ms Nana Nana was making a swallowing voice. With all this, I don't know if it's just ruthless or not a big deal.

"Mr. Azsa, Your Majesty is not much of a problem. Rest assured."

Sorry, but it just seems like a lot of a problem.

"See, Your Majesty, unlike other evil spirits like us, has flesh."

"Right. I wonder if they would have saved the flesh because they were kings."

At least, it's clear that Moo is getting special treatment.

"It contains some moisture in its flesh. If you don't have any moisture at all, you won't be able to move your body, and your skin will become dry."

"I know that far"

"As a result of such moisture being too cold, it freezes and the flesh appears to be damaged. You no longer seem to be below the temperature at which normal organisms can survive. You would be dead, too, if you weren't a great witch. I'm glad you're a great witch."

"If you make a mistake, you're dead, but you're too pale."

I'm really glad I didn't bring my daughters.

"I know what's going on, but it's okay to leave Moo alone!?

It's important that the minister doesn't panic, but in this case, he'll just be really dry.

"It's a trivial problem because it doesn't scratch one of the souls trying to cool down how physically. Let's reassemble later slowly."

"Let it go. If it's broken, it's not. Do something about it later."

Moo has already settled down. The nerves in a metaphorical sense are diagrammatically thick.

But I looked more at Moo and immediately turned away.

"You're in such a disastrous state that you can't be seen without a mosaic!

It's called a gross-image state... Besides, is it called a grossing image of a new genre? It's like a dry, thoroughly crushed human body. My face didn't hold the shape of my face either......

Honestly, the damage came to my mental strength.

"Wow, isn't that a guchug? Eggplant, eh?"

"Do it. I'm literally stuck on my stomach and back."

When I hear that swallowing interaction, I'm the only one in shock, don't feel like you've lost something.

"When, how is Moo talking now?

"Don't influence me because my soul takes the form of talking. There's no way the flesh is making any noise. If we do that, there's no way the ancient language and our own can make sense."

I see. So the flesh is really just dependent?

"Oh, when I get used to it, I know how to move it."

Moo stood up shattered and divided into countless parts.

Is it strictly correct that it has risen? I didn't use leg or arm muscles for sure.

Each part is somewhat in the right position, but partly off. In particular, my face was like a happy laugh. My nose is around my neck, my ears are on my back of my head. If someone doesn't know what's going on, it's a shock video to remember until he dies...

"This is novel. I'm just gonna take a walk."

"You've got enough boldness!

Don't try to keep your routine flat.

"Fair enough, Monsieur. Don't worry, Moo will be pimping."

"Really? Any kind of restorative magic feels impossible to resuscitate..."

The values of the living do not work at all.