It was the greatest pain of my entire life.
I don’t know what goddamn magic it is, but the magic flas used by the dragon began to devour my skin, leaving my armor and clothes behind. From the mont his skin burned, the pain that made him regret that he had made a wrong choice presented a terrible mont to the extent that the word shock death filled his head as he belatedly recalled the knowledge of his previous life.
Because it was.
At this mont, I am so thankful that the self-destructing saintess who gave three spare lives feels like the saintess Tennea.
Even at the academy, I knew it because I tested it myself through a self-destructing saintess, but the recovery orb was an item that went beyond simply healing wounds. Going beyond being burned at the sa ti as the white fog spreads, experiencing first-hand how the body, which is about to get damaged, is restored to its original state from head to toe, brings a new sense of admiration.
A miracle at a level where there is nothing to say even if the action to argue the principle is treated as disrespect. Even the scattered white fog around it did not stop there and acted as a barrier to block threats from the outside. The move to block even the external factors that eat away at the user’s life was completely unexpected.
Suddenly, I regretted that if I had exploded a little faster, I would not have had a chance to feel the pain, and I would not have beco a shield, but I decided to cut off my wings right away, grateful that my hair and clothes had not all oxidized to ashes.
I can feel the definite taste of my hand as I give strength in the sa sense as usual to the point where I wonder if the situation just before was an illusion that I couldn’t take it off even if I wanted to.
There was no way for a guy who couldn’t even heal his own eyes to fix his completely severed wings, so he jumped off the back of the disgusting guy and jumped toward the friendly land. It was a little tall because it was so big, but it was a level that could be calmly accepted due to frequent dragon dives.
But the problem was with my body condition, not my height. Although the performance of the recovery orb was amazing, it did not completely restore the body, which had beco no different from a full-body burn in that short mont.
It was esthetician that helped to hold on to my body and mind that wanted to struggle with pain just by the wind passing through my skin.
[master. It’s on a different level from the remnants of evil spirits you’ve dealt with so far! This might be possible!]
My head, which felt like it was about to turn around because of the pain, started rolling on its own.
Looking at Este, she is absorbing black energy like a vacuum cleaner, as if she had been extracted from black flas. Perhaps from a distance, it would look like Este was forcibly grabbing and pulling the black tails out in all directions.
Instinct reacts before consciousness and warns that sothing has co. Yes, if there is ‘residue’, there must be a proper ‘result’.
“Hold on tight. You’ll need a big shot to catch that bastard.”
The story of the swordsman who cuts the space that I picked up as a child suddenly ca to mind.
At the ti, that was the realm of magic, but I thought it went too far. Now that I’m facing so many 50,000 kinds of human groups, I feel that there’s nothing strange about having soone who can do that.
As my appreciation changed like that, my consciousness naturally flowed in the direction of regret that I hadn’t reached that level yet. If I had it, I would have been able to decapitate that dragon, whether it was casting Nigawa in the sky or whatever it was doing.
It sounded full. It’s a fact that I often forget myself, but I was just a guy who barely passed 15 years since I was released into this world…
…No fuck? Are you embarrassed to think about it?
Even if 15 years old is half a penny, is it a world where fighting dragons is the right thing to do? Even if we can’t, shouldn’t we et after 5 years have passed?
As soon as I landed, despite the swearing pain rising from the soles of my feet and the number of tis I hated my mother-in-law doubled, the reason I was able to avoid screaming at the top of my voice was thanks to Saint Deoni’s voice coming from close range.
“Hero! Are you okay?!”
Just as I had the experience of almost being blinded by a caustic pain, I lost one eye and lost my wings, so I struggle like crazy and quickly distance myself from the dragon that is trembling with the plague. The saintess and Emtt ran to my side.
They seed to have enough ti to take a mont to look away, so when they turned their heads, both of them had faces stained with astonishnt, as if they had seen sothing absurd in the world.
Well, since the opponent is a dragon, it’s understandable. For those who couldn’t imagine that sothing like that would pop out of nowhere, I answered in the lightest way possible to lighten the mood.
“I’m still not very well. I think I’ll be fine after I kill that thing.”
Excluding the mory of the pain that gives goosebumps just by recalling it, the effect of the recovery beads is actually better than the first ti. I still have two marbles left, and I have no intention of saving them.
On the other hand, the raycist dragon had paired eyes and paired wings, so it was a fight worth fighting for.
“Sir, you kill? A dragon?”
“Whether it’s a dragon, it’s an enemy creature that even harbors the energy of evil spirits. As far as demons go, they’re no different from demons, so we have to kill them.”
The eyes of the two people looking at as I loosen my shoulders and correct my posture quickly regain my composure.
Honestly, it’s a fight worth fighting for. Emt is humbled that there is not much he can do unless he is prepared in advance, but he is a threatening wizard enough to have the magic tools and artifacts he wears functioning properly, and Saint Deoni is a saint who was an aspiring heretic judge. because it was
[master! I think I can get a decent shot with this one!]
Above all, those with the energy of evil spirits have beauty treatnts that are close to superlatives.
Even when I was alone, I was thinking of doing sothing, but I couldn’t fight without fighting.
-Gnil Hic Srem Efhat Leke…!
The words he uttered were heavy, like a growl of a dragon that had struggled hard. I was still able to calmly wait for the translation of Esthe, probably because I had listened to it a few tis in that short period of ti, but the saintess and Emmit showed a conspicuously shrinking appearance.
[Disgusting hybrids…! He said.]
“That bastard has been talking about being a bastard, a mongrel, and an illegitimate child since earlier.”
Looking at the nuance alone, it seems to be related to the demons…
“Let’s see if you can continue talking like that even after seeing the taste of the knives wielded by hybrids.”
It’s only once or twice that he put up with people swearing at him with a shitty setting that only he knows. I said, aiming Este at the guy who was poised to jump at us at any mont.
“Let’s start by crippling one more leg.”
Este responded with a light as strong as the blow that penetrated the Demon King’s army in the middle of the night. At the sa ti, a flash of light that did not tolerate any response pierced a large hole in the knee of his right hind leg and disappeared beyond the footprints.
The now-familiar cry was incomparably louder than when he cut off his wings, but he didn’t feel as much fear as he did at first.
Thanks to this, I was able to slam all the reinforcents into my body without hesitation and rush at him with a recovery bead in my mouth in preparation for an unexpected situation.
-Der Ni Bich Grinok Des Seniw Iranoref!!
[I…]
“I can understand that without translation.”
It was so obvious what it would an for a guy who appeared arrogantly and was beaten to ntion my na, so I didn’t even need an explanation. In the end, I felt that dragons and people, those who stumble in arrogance and arrogance are all the sa, and I confronted them.
“I am!”
On top of strengthening my body with magical powers and holy arts, I can feel another sacred law being added, and I can see a vast amount of magical power moving behind .
It is a combination of a wizard, a priest, and a fighter capable of all-range attacks, so this would be enough for a warrior party. If dragons have a god or an underworld, there’s no point in saying that they were killed by one person embarrassingly.
“Eldmia!”
Iranorev also casts magic.
It didn’t just stop at the spewing of countless magic circles, its mouth opened wide, as if it was about to emit a breath, and as if that wasn’t enough, its forepaws moved like lightning to tear apart.
It’s a fucking scene where you feel as if dozens or hundreds of guns are being pointed at you… But if you think of it as a surefire opportunity to know that capturing magic through the magic sight and interrupting the casting doesn’t work for beings above a certain level, it’s not a bad experience. am.
After the esthetician, the saintess, and the reinforcents I placed on myself overlapped, I was sure. There is no magic among them that I cannot avoid.
In the illusion that the whole world is slowing down, the surrounding scenery stretches like candy and flows backward.
Every ti I take a step, I advance dozens of ters and avoid the nurous magics that are about to rain down on my head three tis.
In the anti, despite dodging ten thunderbolts and hitting three fireballs with the gauntlet’s shield, four ice spears and small rock spears protruding from the floor shocked by piercing , but the armor Esmuer brought was perfect. perford appropriately
It couldn’t be helped where the armor couldn’t reach, but it wasn’t a wound that couldn’t move, so it didn’t matter right now.
“…go to!”
Still, I couldn’t help but hesitate for a mont. Its front paws took aim at that fleeting mont and flew in with claws erected to tear apart. He was more sophisticated than he looked. Of course, when I was fighting, I was a ticulous guy, so I used the double acceleration I didn’t use on purpose to avoid his claws and dig into my arms.
My body started to groan in an instant due to already excessive reinforcent stacks, but it was better than dying. Before I had ti to properly appreciate his only eye widening, I arrived at the hind legs with blown air holes, recalling the feeling I had when I cut off the wings, and attempted to destroy the parts by swinging the esthetic.
The broken sword of Este is forcibly spread, but the sword is forcibly raised in the form of unity with divine power. The broken sword stretched out and filled with bluish light, making the sword of light more colorful than I expected.
It was never in a form that could cut anything normally, but it was enough because there was a magic grinder.
One leg of the guy, whose hard skin and scales flew in clumps, was neatly cut off after a little strong resistance.
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