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

"Not yet. It's not over yet!

Thor was already running out, screaming a warning.

It was like countless thick ropes intertwined that jumped the mud and emerged from the witch's head.

It's like a snake. When it lifts, it flies a black mass from its tip in all directions this time.

Tor, who < retroactively > erased the chunks that had stabbed Bettina, slashed the black shadows that had flown on him with his sword.

At the same time, quickly check the cheapness of the companions that remained on the round floor.

The black mass toward Euril and Baluconia had returned to its original position to stay in space or bounce back.

Looks like Russell fell down with a sword, just like Thor.

Garud and Godan seem to have been prevented by shields, but the three avant-gardes either recoil using the upper branch martial arts or there is no glory in their movements.

A further problem is that their swords and shields are melting as they twist and shrink.

Thor's sword, which slashed a black chunk, is also already losing its weight.

That's not all.

The indiscriminately scattered, mud-like mass was rapidly beginning to melt the whole thickness of the floor.

There is an unusual odor around the area.

"…"

It is a dark move that rapidly rots the target it hits.

Of course, if it's Tor's < restore >, it can work, but the problem is that number.

The head of the witch, now formed in the middle of the whole floor, on the mud mountains, was groaning nearly dozens of hair.

No, there's no trace of the facial area already.

There was a creepy piece of meat stretching out the black tentacles.

"Is this the frenzy phase? No, the main body."

In front of the grunting toll, the tentacles lift how much.

And once again, the black mass was scattered in all directions.

"Run!"

Thor or Sola's magic moves need to be specified.

As a result, if the number of attacks to be prevented increases too much, the number of usable attacks will quickly bottom-up.

You understood that in this situation, the Garuds jump into the swamp like they roll.

But Euril and the others, they can't move so fast.

Bettina, who stood up, stepped forward to cover the two of them.

There goes the relentless descent.

The fine sword flashes, bouncing black chunks.

A few more were stopped in the air or turned in an unanswered direction.

But the number of releases was still overwhelming.

Bettina was not only armored, but her flesh was rotting from its cheek to its jaw and her bones were starting to twist.

A righteous face distorts into bitterness.

But his hand was still holding up the sword with the blade halved.

Thor also raised the strength of his serpentine cloak to cover himself, but still has a terrible rotten odor.

Seems tough to take the next.

Perhaps Sola's < fixed > and < flipped > are almost exhausted now, too.

There are only a few usable times left.

There's just no way a skilled ice man could have tried to shut up about this situation.

Euril's chant was already over.

"Moonlight, tie it -"

A true circle frozen moon is called, and the fluctuations that freeze everything down into the witch's body.

No matter how troublesome the opponent is, if you let it get icy, it's over.

Occasionally, the black tentacles stopped moving - they didn't.

The black hair, which should have been exposed to the freezing light, moves out so hard.

It increases in thickness and length and grows greatly as it twists and twists its body.

At the same time, the silver space opened directly above disappeared to be sucked into the witch's body when she wondered if it was crooked.

Impossible, Baluconia shrugged with a pale face.

"... ma... or did you suck in the magic trick...?

It's a hard phenomenon to believe, but I just have to take it that way, considering what just happened.

Euril also opens her eyes and shuts up.

And the situation gets even worse.

Mud was also gathering up again on the meat mass beneath his hair.

The already decaying round floor has been restored, but it looks like it sucked up a ton of mud from the swamp in just a matter of time to fix it.

In front of the Tors, the witch was slowly trying to regain her original appearance.

Using the relying Upper Edge Demonic moves, they are absorbed in reverse and recover faster.

Uetsue martial arts, which seem to work, are already used and are not readily usable.

It seemed like a complete mistake to think I had cornered him.

The color of deep despair covers the faces of the adventurers who watched with breath in the rear before the bottomless force of the existence of inheritance.

In front of an audience that has even lost its voice, the witch raises a high black tentacle.

The four left on stage no longer have a place to escape.

Many of the young men turned away and lay down their faces in the tragedy to be caused.

But as he stood in this absolute predicament, Thor had his face straight up.

< restore > the sword that was rotten and threaded, and let the witch lift it toward the sky with defeat.

And a word, I called.

"Good, shoot him in! Moo."

"It's annoying!

The toddler's energetic voice suddenly rang from overhead.

At the same time, a massive amount of things pour down toward the witch.

The movement reveals whether the air swayed or the presence that lurked directly above the Tors.

It was the great flying dragon that was floating in the swamp sky.

He stays clever in the air with wings hanging.

It was Sola who was riding herself out of the canoe on its abdomen with her purple eyes gleaming Moo and wand protruding.

If you look closely, the child's body is tied to the girl without a gap.

As a matter of fact, they've been in battle, from above.

And now that Feilong had released the big cloth he was grabbing on his leg, Chita's < wind cover > appeared to unravel.

Something white that was tightly wrapped in cloth falls toward the witch one after the other.

That was a round, fat, fine mushroom.

But what's stuck inside is a flammable, dangerous gas.

You even guessed at the signs of danger, and the witch indiscriminately scattered the < Dark Bullet > over her hair.

Naturally, black chunks also head for the bursting mushrooms coming down directly from the top.

"Rara!

A space with a mix of purple currents appears unexpectedly directly beneath the moo, along with a young hanging voice.

-.

The object that enters there moves rapidly slower.

In an instant, the white mushroom and the black < Dark Bullet > stopped the movement perfectly.

I flew in to the Tors, but suddenly, I stopped trying to wipe them out in the air.

-.

It is a new skill that Sola has learned.

And a black mass that couldn't be erased can be hit and bounced from the opposite direction.

-.

The magic technique, which was unknown in its use, had now turned into a powerful technique capable of freely producing what had been erased.

Thor let them snort as he flinched.

Sora smiled and waved back, Moo pounding the bug basket before waving her index finger straight down.

From its fingertips comes a very small purple current.

The glow emitted by the child falls with glitter and light.

Then he pushed through the cage of electricity, reaching a herd of mushrooms that had remained.

One of the lightning strikes without sound plays red and involves the mushroom next door.

Flames accelerate all at once and burn brightly -.

An explosion involving everything around him and an explosion shaking the air rolled up just above the witch.

An erupting bright red flame swallows the black tentacles without leaving them.

Eurils, who were lying on the ground in the awesome blast that arose, jumped and rolled hard over the whole floor.

Thor pierces his sword again and manages to keep his body on the spot.

What remained after the intense wind subsided was a mass that had lost most of its tentacles and scorched.

The place is still dull and white smoke is rising.

The mud that was supposed to have gathered had evaporated or been blown away, leaving no trace.

Shaking his head with a lingering tinnitus, Tor hands the floor without taking his eyes off the monster in front of him.

The slight but black tentacles were faint as they burned themselves.

Are you looking for safe mud to protect you, your tentacles crawl around desperately on the floor.

And when I wondered if I had spit out a black mass, I rotted the whole tooth and inserted one body stretched beneath the other.

But what awaited was a hard stone laid on one side.

Tor, who has just finished < restoring >, rises up in a quiet exhale.

According to scattered central national history, the prison perimeter here was covered with walls and cobblestones at the time.

The record had already been read.

All you have to do is anticipate when you need it and let it go back.

Surrounded by a fiercely burning round floor, the remnants of the witch are rampaged with death madness.

But you can't rot the cobblestone, and you can't find a place to run away.

Thor watched as the legendary monster of his flame-wrapped heritage, Legendary Monster, stopped moving.