Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The mist drifting in the demonic swamp takes away the health and magic of those touched, little by little.

Most of all, it mixes with the normal atmosphere and talks about it in a fairly diluted state.

If you bathe a witch's exhale up close, you are said to cause incomparable damage.

So much so that there is also a record of all forces quickly coming out of that body and quietly leading to death without being able to move.

Naturally, even though there is still a distance, you will not be safe if your whole body is immersed in such a thick fog.

The groans and unacceptable silence surrounded the surroundings, and if there was a slow death - it was not done.

"Come from the edge of the flame tree -"

Someone's words of prayer, like whispers, accidentally broke the white silence.

At the same time, a light sphere is created that illuminates the surrounding area, causing multiple shadows to float in the fog.

In the thick mist, the shadows were moving flat around.

Continuously light spheres are created, and occasionally closed vision restores clarity.

The deputy captain's woman, who was gripping the spear hard, exhaled a deep relief at the look.

"That's really amazing. I don't think it's in the fog."

"............... let's go"

Sollgham, who had both hands axed, grasped the situation and said it briefly.

Tense faceted youths continued one after the other to the moving captain.

The Thunder Asthma group, which had refrained at the rear, came forward at once, which would have led to a considerable number of people gathering on the red round floor.

You perceived the signs, how the giants surrounding you lifted their heads.

Start slowly on the mud as it is.

Before the approaching monsters, Sollgham inhaled the white fog to the back of his lungs.

He raises his nose like a bull, and advances with a great axe.

And in a move so sophisticated that it didn't suit his large body, he tried to vividly amputate the ankle of the giant that was put on top of Marutai.

To the imbalanced monster, the next five stick out their spears in an undisturbed motion.

Now the giant, with his hips wide apart, fell in with a light hand.

Normally a monster who sucked up the mud at his feet around here should stand up as if nothing had happened.

But not in this situation, which is disconnected from the swamp.

I just scratch unnecessarily, shaking my body accordingly.

Sollugum, once packed with distance there, waves both hand axes down from the large upper section.

To a giant with a dispersed head, five spears stick out to flow and penetrate the torso deeply.

The axe swung through again to be replaced further, and the giant stopped moving as he splashed the mud.

Sallgum breaks down the opponent and knocks the spear into the resulting gap.

This was the basic way to fight the Thunder Asthma.

However, now the collaboration is stunningly overdecided.

Sometimes more power is finally being exerted than usual in the production, but clearer reasons existed for the good movement of the young people.

And it wasn't just the Thunder Asthma group that was comfortable.

While releasing magic moves in a row, there are no shards that appear to have been worn out by the Flaming Users.

The same applies to water use, which continues to soothe the poisoned body.

The reason for this was in the fog surrounding Sorlugam.

You're just touching this white cold air, and your strength and magic are gushing.

The exhalation of a witch who has so far tormented a scattered, swamp-challenging adventurer has now, on the contrary, helped greatly.

To this situation, which is so ironic, the giant with the purple eyes smiled slightly inside.

It reminds me of a brunette girl in the back of her brain.

-.

I've never even heard of that magic trick, which seems to flip every thing that comes from a monster.

Not only movement, but even its effects.

And naturally, the exhalation of a witch called corrosive fog is no exception.

The face of the Incredibly Enhanced "Burning Fire Bearer" and Thunder Asthma began to relentlessly sweep away the mud-poisoned giants that pushed them.

The battle would have lasted an hour.

Almost thirty monsters had already returned to the mud.

Along the way, the witches fogged me many times, but they all ended up just enhancing the sorrugams.

But there is only inheritance, and the witch is not so sweet.

Every time that giant rocks, new giants are laid down one after the other.

Gradually, the number increases, more than the number to be defeated.

Only at one time were the mud-poisoned giants numbered enough to fill the area around the Round Tai floor.

In that tragic sight, the youngsters accidentally drop the spear tip to the ground.

But Sollgham fought silently against the monsters with all his strength on his big back.

The Purple Eye Clan is basically meritocracy.

Something brilliant in ability comes forward and pulls everyone.

So if you don't fail to make an effort to improve yourself, you can keep moving forward.

Having so believed, Sollgham forged himself and imposed comparable encouragement on his surroundings.

He said that if we take this path, we should one day reach the Vajra class and eventually be able to become Yingjie.

But the idea is easily overshadowed by the advent of twin warriors and lightning users.

And, of course, they would have made a commensurate effort.

But the reason Kikirili and Nemi pushed Sallgum away and went first to the Vajra class was because of their overwhelming talent.

And this abominable fog was easily taken backwards.

The training of exposing oneself to fog over and over again in order to get used to the load seems to me to be fundamentally ridiculous.

No matter how the ordinary man arouses, he is no match for the talented who strayed from the regular track.

Isn't it just self-satisfaction, such as what you've been piling up?

No matter how much you work out...

With the words ahead in his mouth, Sollgham devoured his teeth violently.

Not yet.

To put it that way, it's too soon.

The rising emotions mix with the overflowing struggle.

Sorlgum entrusted his wrath, which seemed to burst from the inside, to the object in his hands.

In front of them are the giants approaching as herds.

Slowly lifted, the two hand axes pointed straight to heaven.

Occasionally gather over its head so that the black clouds respond to the struggle of Sollgham.

At the same time a brilliant axe floated like a lighthouse in a white mist.

Sollgham breathed heavily as he calmly saw that his companions had taken a distance.

And wave it down to a monster that fills his sight.

-.

The glow of burning eyes emanating from the thunderclouds plunges into the fog and the monsters.

The roar rang and the evaporated mud splashed in an instant.

A unique odor intersects the air.

What appeared after the thunderbolts subsided was the appearance of giants losing their upper body and falling into it.

It collapses over a red round too and returns to a dirty mass of mud.

The deputy captains, who were watching in solitary spit, raised a mouthful of admiration for the way it looked.

And I just keep telling the captain to hold the spear hard again.

And the witch also couldn't seem to overlook the motion.

Slowly I wonder if my body is shaking like a mountain, its leg-like mud chunks move forward a step.

That was the moment when the men, who had to stay in the true silver class, let the existence of the inheritance move.