Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

It was a floating ship that was thought to be in distress, but the bow of the second boat noticed an anomaly.

"- Prepare to evade! We're accelerating."

The men begin to respond immediately to the sudden, but the air of the convoy strained at once to the unexpected.

But the warning didn't come in time.

The velocity of the floater was much faster than the convoy avoiding it against the sand currents.

It is true that if we had the arms of the Buryeag, we could go some way against the sand stream, but its speed would not be comparable to when we rode the sand stream.

The floater quickly pierced the horizontal belly of the convoy.

The convoy swayed heavily at the impact, causing the hull to tumble.

But that's not the end of it, and the floater pushes through the flotilla.

"Separation -"

"- Wow, wow, wow, wow.

The order of the total bowman deputy is rescinded by a barbaric voice.

Even if I didn't hear the order, the men knew what to do in this situation right now, but it wasn't quite the case with the Alwara warriors who had fallen into an avalanche from the floating ship.

"- Wow, wow, wow, wow.

Even warriors on the tumor lizard jumped abruptly from the tent that was stretching around the gazlan.

The convoys cannot be separated, either, and are pushed straight into the floater, finally allowing them to land.

"- Number two, give me a floating ship. Number three, four and eight intercept on the desert side."

Overtake the voices of the total bowman deputies, and the bowmen obey orders. The foremen were quick, not slow to represent the total foremen.

On the floating side, the men of the second boat and the women surrounding the flotilla, while on the desert side, the men of the third boat and the fourth boat and the eighth boat use the outer boat of the flotilla to show the structure of the battle of the cage castle.

But already, from the floating ship, there were more than two hundred desert warriors, and from the desert countless cavalry had pushed.

"Alvara, no, that one, damn it, I want to be set up"

"Buft, shit, four brothers out on Hajiz."

Swords and song swords, swords and sticks sound uncomfortable in the assault of the tumor lizard.

Still, the Buryeags managed to take both the floating and desert sides.

The front releases something more simultaneously toward the boat regiment than on the desert side at a moment when it seems to glue for a while.

That wasn't just arrows and stone-throwing.

- You're lying.

It was spiritual magic such as thunderbolts, sand spears, and wind masses.

I know the collector uses it, and I know the spell. There are also a few spellmen in the Arwala tribe, but not so many. All of the Alwaras standing behind the cavalry, even the old women and children, had cast their spells.

Nirufal and the foremen slash off three or four attacks that descend as if they were volcanic bullets, but as if they were short handed.

The sandboat coupling was destroyed and a hole was holed in the boat floor. There were no direct attackers, but those who sustained injuries continued to emerge.

What is a blue sky thunderbolt?

Moreover, a pale meteor burst into the convoy with a roar.

To further invisible attacks Nirufal devours his teeth and slaps and slashes every warrior the tumor lizard in front of him.

"- You got a minute?

To a voice that wasn't supposed to be here, Nirufal instantly guessed what a pale meteor was.

"What happened to the big meeting?"

Without even looking back, Nirufal asks the next warrior and his sword, the pale meteor, the collector whose crossing penetrated Azlona and thus into the flotilla.

The collector crossed over to Azlona, smashed through the tent of the great congregation, and plunged into the 'straight line' until the convoy.

That was nothing like not knowing where to fly, like Maryam or Akali experienced, but it was like a missile that just accelerated into a straight line, something that couldn't even be stopped into a matmo.

Still, it is Azlona's hard work that has made it possible to fly somehow if in a straight line.

"- More than half of the tribes, including the Arwala and Gazlan, turned to the enemy. Maryam was being held hostage, but Farood asked me to come over. What about you?"

"... well. Same thing over here. When he found it from the album, a floating ship showed up and chased him, pushing him into the desert. Alvara warriors have emerged from the floats, and from land, the Alvara and many tribes have pushed, somehow using spells, no spiritual magic"

"Can't the Boats move?

"The moon reaches midheaven, delivers, and the flow of sand currents changes. Then we can do it."

Nirufal replied as he blew up one more of his tribes.

The keeper turns on the area for about an hour.

"What about the Faruds?"

"... Code. Anahita takes precedence over everything."

Nirufal's expression looked the same as usual. But the collector finally realized that the only face that was going to cry was the tattoo, which looked the same and different than usual.

The collector turns his back on Nirufal.

It was Nirufal who felt like he didn't even have to see it, but swallowed up the words that came out to his throat. Snow White is still fighting Jamside. The collector should go there.

But it was the great boat that was at the heart of the flotilla against which the sailors turned.

Fighting has taken place everywhere except in the Great Boat, and arrows, stone-throwing and spiritual magic are still intermittently pouring down.

The collector drank down the 'thirst pill' taken from the food backpack and stood on the heavenly side of the canoe.

And from there, I intercepted.

If you add spiritual magic to arrows and stone-throwing, you take almost a hundred + attacks in the sand and strike them down.

Thirty-five concurrent exercises that the current collectors are releasing.

I can't protect everything in the giant flotilla, but I could prevent anything deadly. Regardless, it wasn't cleverly striking down all the attacks, it was just predicting an approximate orbit and using a sand shield.

It would be a lie to say that there is no fright in the first war.

Killing each other that doesn't clearly recognize each other, not killing each other with the person they hate. An attack like you don't know who you targeted, and you can even die lightly. The countless murderous intentions that pushed him as if he were one creature were completely different from the hunting and the troubles in a few.

Snowflake is jamming, and he's not here.

I felt expensive, but my back was strangely cold and my fingertips were trembling.

I don't stand here thinking that I can, etc., it just means that I didn't have the guts or the skill to go into the middle of the battlefield.

But I still stood here.

If I hadn't seen that big meeting, maybe I'd still be lost.

I have to acquiesce to looting. I think differently in the first place in the Buryeag tribe and in the keepers who obstruct looting. All of a sudden there was a war and I couldn't possibly believe in the Buryeags immediately. It would be as good as staying neutral at best.

Good and evil in things is a very important criterion of judgment for the collector. Otherwise, you can't kill people. If you kill people in a state that deviates from your own rules, you will be mentally ill.

When I saw the Great Meeting, I could choose to fight it this way because I had checked against my own rules, and even more was asked by Farood, I saw Maryam's determination, and I had come to see Nirufal's obedience.

This is how I decided to fight because I wanted to live in this desert.

From the big picture, finding good and evil in war could be a foolish act.

But without it, the treasurer can't kill people.

And because of that, I could stand here, trembling or frightened.

Many spiritual magics were unleashed to inhibit arrows, stone-throwing, and spiritual magic.

Blackcloth plays the attack, and the barrier is inhibited.

Bigoted defenses were still saving the lives of their collectors here.

In so doing, he was only slightly accustomed to the battlefield by continuing to release himself to the magical task of infinitely gushing out by the effects of the thirst pill, and his continued standing on the battlefield created only a little room.

That's why I noticed the anomaly on the battlefield.

To the men of the robe, who are trying to take away the men who have lost their battle by making them icy.

The collector jumped off the big boat and immediately told Nirufal.

Nirufal glances at the fingertips of the collector as he pulls.

A little early when it comes to hunting slaves on the battlefield, the behavior was clearly unusual.

But I couldn't leave my place right now.

Both the foreman and the deputy foreman are suppressed by Basit's powerful brethren. Spirit magic and arrow attacks have dwindled considerably thanks to the Collector, but if you leave here you will be Ami the Original Tree.

Also, will they take it away? Nirufal gripped his fist hard.

"Gaaaa."

Heterogeneous screams rise.

A warrior of the Alwala clan who suddenly holds his throat and turns in pain.

"- Go."

Anahita, seated in Azlona, descends from the big boat.

Around it was red water, no strong alcoholic red liquor.

The Alwara man seemed to have poured this red liquor into his mouth, penetrating from mouth to nose and eyes.

"Dear Anahita, step back."

Anahita smiles.

"You tried to be more of a Buryeag than anyone else. And it actually was."

The warriors of the tribe who found Anahita are attacked.

But Anahita manipulates the red liquor and doesn't lean on it.

"Damn, you couldn't manipulate me at night."

Nirufal immediately slaughtered a warrior bewildered by a different story.

"I can fight, too. Besides, even if I die, if the Buryeags survive, the Son of Water will reappear. So now save them."

"... ok. I'll be right back."

Nirufal holds a sword in his right hand and a chained anchor in his left.

"... please. Give me a hand."

The collector nodded and consulted the rescue guidelines.

"- It's good to have our countrymen back."

Nirufal jumped high, stepping on the stone elite magic of the treasurer, and stood before the men of the robe carrying the ice-soaked men.

The men of Robe strike silently, without answering Nirufal.

Nirufal, anticipating it, cut up his sword from the bottom and swept up the sand in abundance.

The feet of the men of the robe cease for a moment, and their vision is blocked. There...

- The collector stormed.

The collectors, spanning Azlona, accelerate at once at low altitude to match Nirufal, breaking through the winding sand and storming the men of the robe in a straight line.

It was a low-altitude assault across Azlona that could only fly in a straight line.

The collectors are after two people in a commander-like position.

You figured that out, one got up and one delayed his reaction.

To that movement, which even feels frightened, the collector sets a target.

Those eyes don't already see the other person as a person. As I looked at things, I didn't see any emotions.

But one of the enemies who reacted to it sticks out a spear wand to match Azlona's ultra-fast assault.

The collector ignored it at the mercy of the barrier, but the spear wand penetrated the barrier lightly.

The collector leans aggressively towards the feeling that the barrier has been destroyed.

Shortly afterwards, the spear wand pierced the collector's leather helmet.

Blood erupts.

A spear wand penetrating the leather helmet and the life sperm barrier pierced the ear as he slipped through the collector's leather helmet.

But Azlona's keepers keep accelerating with crossings.

Keep catching the target with the invisible 'Dazhu (Cithers)' and punching him in the face with the opposite shield.

The 'blow of all power' became incomplete because of his poor posture, but Azlona's speed compensated for its power.

A sharp spike put out on the surface of the double shield of ice sharpens the opponent's barrier.

With the shield pressed, Azlona accelerates even further.

Then from the builder's shield, the sound of firing pushing out the air that was accumulating. Three uninterrupted shots at a high speed.

The collector had involved his enemies in the assault, holding down the shield and unleashing a triple demon gun incorporated into the shield.

Three rounds of armored ammunition sharpening the tip of the doof like a blade completely destroyed the barrier that had been shredded with a single blow of all its power. A stone bullet that kept unleashed without getting in my hair kept wearing the face of the enemy.

Naturally he could not do that to maintain his riding balance, and the collector continued to shoot intransigently, falling from the top of Azlona, but without releasing his captured enemy even though he did.

Azlona also clashed into the sand and finally stopped, without being frightened there, immediately jumped up high in heaven and left.

He captured the enemy and, even as he fell from Azlona, continued to shoot the demon gun, a collector who rolled into the sand but shot him all over, but noticed the weakness of the enemy's body holding him down in the sand with his shield, stopping him from shooting.

So I finally decided to worship the faces of my enemies, but the collector flaunts his face.

But it also quickly rose in a flash and ran under Nirufal, who would still be fighting.

The zodiac knew who he had killed.

Lisa Hayakawa.

Half his face had been chosen by stone bullets, but he was indeed the woman who had once taken away the courseway.

I thought I heard a man screaming from somewhere, and the treasurer flashed his face.

"- You're lying. Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!

Oddly enough, at the top of a black dragon cliff, Koske was screaming.

Why is Lisa there and why is there a keeper there? Why is Raphal there, and why is there an elite unit of album there? More than anything.

More importantly, why did the collector kill Lisa?

I didn't know one thing.

"Intertribal clashes are expected in Gazlan. Multiply it, abduct the Buryeag men."

It was a koske who received such an order in Rafal's room, but clearly refused.

"It's an order from my own country. I have no right of veto. The army is not a playground for children."

"- Even if that's a domestic order, I can't obey it. Allow me to exercise the powers of the Special Agent. Secretaries are allowed to refuse orders unless they are in time of war."

Other rights were also allowed to the Special Agents to determine the admissibility of participation in the war. Regardless, Koske was not willing to abuse this right as long as he became an Albaum, but this order could not be accepted.

Rafal gets fed up with the impression of the Secret Service's rights.

The Special Inspector may suspend the Special Agent's rights, but in this case, if the person cannot move, there is no way to move.

"Refusal to order is a felony. Besides, I can't leave you alone when I find out about this operation. It is forbidden to divulge military secrets, no matter how secretive they may be. I order you to enter the punishment cell for seven days. Be prepared after that."

That's why Rafal grumbled and ordered the guards to take Koske, saying the position of Special Agent and others who disturbed the military statute was opposite.

Copy that, sir.

Koske bowed his head exactly shallow and accepted the order as per military rules.

Koske, who was going to spend seven days in the punishment chamber as ordered, but things changed on the sixth day.

"... Inspector Rafal and Lisa have gone to the desert to investigate."

It was Takya Sindh, with the protection of God, the Bow of the Fire, who glanced through the small plaid window of the punishment chamber. Takya was taking part in the crossing in the form of an assignment from Sandra.

"That's... or why I'm here"

Takya had the key to the punishment chamber for some reason and was just about to unlock it now.

"A guard soldier is an enthusiastic Sandra. Anyway, I'm gonna get you out of here, so hurry up and find Mr. Lisa. I seem to have left early in the morning, so I'm a little late, but I want you to forgive me. I only just found out about it."

"Hey, give me a minute. There's nothing wrong with an investigation."

"The north-south detour has been sealed off for five days. Hi, I hear there's going to be a conflict in the desert, but it's unlikely that Lisa and Inspector Rafal will ever be up to the investigation in that."

"No, but-"

"Besides, actually, I was also called by Inspector Rafal. Of course I said no. I was going to be in a punishment cell like you, but I'm a cleric. Exactly. He didn't want to turn Sandra against his enemies either. But can Lisa say no? So you better get going. Inspector Rafal is in a hurry with his new Eastern Commander depriving him of his authority. I don't know what I'm gonna do."

That question arose as to why I was so familiar with the internal structure of the album, but I was feeling more sorry for Takya than that.

"... I couldn't do anything, so why are you doing this?"

"We were all in trouble then, and we were all full of hands about ourselves. I was just sorry. So never mind. And you like it, about Lisa. Then you should go. Leave the rest to me."

"... I'll return this favor one day"

Activate "The Eye of the Earth" and Koske rushes away.

"- Good luck to the brave, led by the sun."

Takya cut the cross sword with her fingers against its back as she satisfactorily dropped off the hindsight of Koske.

Koske went to his room on a route that no one would encounter, grabbed his arm and jumped outside.

When we boarded the floater and went straight to the foot of the Black Dragon cliff, we abandoned the floater and climbed the Rock Mountain at full speed.

With the intention of losing his magic, he increased his physical strength to the fullest and ran through.

The sun had already fallen when it reached the cliffside of the Black Dragon, but Koske's "eyes" exert their full power even in the moonlight.

Looking for Lisa with her eyes like a plate as she moved the Black Dragon cliff from south to north, she found something.

"... is that a gazlan?

There was dust rising in the city far away.

For some reason, a floating ship that was supposed to have been shipwrecked crashed into a Beryeag flotilla, where the Alwara used spiritual magic. Something else, white and red, that you can't even see with the kinetic vision of Koske, was fighting endlessly.

The question as to why the floating ship was there and why spiritual magic caught a certain discomfort on the edge of the "eye" disappeared somewhere.

Ice at night. Besides, there was a Baryeag man in the ice.

Not surprisingly in the Mid Continent, this is a desert without water sperm. Water needs to be provided separately to make ice at night.

That was uncomfortable.

I wonder if that's why there's Lisa who can produce ice without the presence of water sperm.

"... Lisa."

And I found it. Deeply robed, but certainly the skeleton belonged to Lisa.

It turns out that there are Rafals near Lisa who don't really know who they are even with this' eye 'and those who seem to be the elite troops of the album because of their habits of how they move.

Hurry up and try to get under Lisa, but the situation gets worse soon.

Lisa and the others are relative female warriors, Nirufal shouts something, but the elite units of the album ignored it and launched an attack.

Nirufal waved his sword as he rolled up the sand, where a collector spanned Azlona stormed and assaulted Lisa.

Lisa was pushed straight in, taking the assault from the front, and thrown away.

I can't even pick up the sound, no matter how 'the eyes of the earth'.

We didn't know what happened, but it was easy to see Lisa's wound falling into the desert was fatal.

"Ugh, you're lying. Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!

But Lisa didn't even move with Pickle.

I was beaten with something prickly.

Lisa was shot with something shortly after she felt it, and the magic equipment barrier was dismantled.

He continued to be shot further from there, a hole in the life line barrier, and decided Lisa's face.

There was no time to use protection.

There was pain, but it was almost instantaneous until I felt the pain on my face after I was frightened and my legs snapped, I didn't have time to look at a running lantern or anything, and it darkened in front of me.

In a distant consciousness, Lisa died, remembering Rafal's, no, Gouda's invincible grin.

As Takya expected, Lisa couldn't turn down Rafal's favor.

I promised I wouldn't do anything terrible.

I believed that.

No, I just had to believe it.

If Gouda dumped me, I didn't know how to live.

All three of Albaum's elite troops were against each other, and Nirufal was fighting each other.

The opponent uses spiritual magic, but he avoided spiritual magic lightly to see what he was feeling, and in melee he even outperformed the elite troops.

The collector who killed Lisa in the surprise raid tugs into the sand ball wall as usual, covering Nirufal from the rear. Immediately repair the ball wall even if it is to be destroyed and continue to fight as a strong stationary turret.

The enemy immediately responded to such a usual way of fighting the treasurer.

Purple electricity fell directly above the ball wall, as it tore the darkness apart.

After 'simultaneous exercise' of all three of the clustered intermediate lightning elite magic 'Thunderhammer', he showed it 'simultaneous exercise' by himself. It was once unleashed by a few of Luge's men, and the elite did it alone.

The elite attack was uninterrupted there, and as it fleshed to the destroyed ball wall, it burst out a spear wand.

But I'm not responding.

The spear wand was pierced only by a man made of shadows.

- Behind you.

The elite, who immediately perceived the whereabouts of the treasurer, warns Rafal, but already the treasurer was behind Rafal, at his feet.

The zodiac dived into the sand the moment he perceived the signs of thunder elf and was turning behind Rafal.

Rafal rolls to the side and bows himself to the keeper who cuts up Kukri in silence.

"Guh."

Kukuri the treasurer plundered into Rafal's arm and broke it gently.

While questioning the lack of much response, the collector takes the distance and starts forming the ball wall again.

But the elite didn't give such a gap.

The collector painstakingly accepts the sharp unleashed spear wand that was moving from the moment the collector was about to attack Rafal, but the patterned part of the flipped spear wand pierces the dovetail.

The reservoir's breath is completely clogged by a shock that is clearly visible even over leather armor. The pattern gently crushed the barrier and also penetrated the life sperm barrier.

Barrier destruction.

I've had two attacks that only seem to be good, and the possessor is convinced of it.

It would be a heroic measure boasting a strong flesh, but Nirufal, who crosses it over to each other by all three opponents, would still be distinct, but not even one of the collectors could handle it.

- Let's do it.

Signal Nirufal while releasing a thin cloth of sand.

It is a thin cloth of sand that has only a connotation of the degree of blinding, but Nirufal responded to it.

"Get out of my way. Ahhh!

Nirufal's eyes were congested.

Blood is scarce. It is an amazing power that warring desert warriors possess, also known as Mad Warriors on the Mid Continent.

Wave the sword with one hand and gently wield the chained anchor.

"... What is' Mad Warrior 'in' Hero '?"

As the dust drifts, a swing of the sword snaps an elite spear wand in one blow, and the two are blown together in a giant anchor on the tip of the chain.

Rafal, who was surprised by it, and the elite who was dealing with the collector, lost sight of the collector for a moment.

The elite would soon find a collector, but by then the collector had reached his purpose and was about to withdraw.

The collector, who was also wrapping up the fallen man in the sand little by little during the battle, was securing the man at the same time as signaling Nirufal and starting to flee as he

The purpose of the collector and Nirufal was to rescue a man who was about to be abducted. When that was over, there was no point in fighting or even winning the soldiers of the album.

As he retreated, he retrieved the other men who fell and lay low, while the possessor and Nirufal returned to the boat regiment.

That's how we recovered the breathing men and returned to the boat regiment, but the situation was on the way to deterioration.

Nirufal confirmed Anahita's safety and joined the Battle of the Boat Regiment.

The rescued men also return as soon as the collector heals the wound.

But there were already breathless men somewhere who could not return immediately with the treatment of the sawdust, somewhat water on the burning stone where the men returned.

Still, the Buryeags keep fighting.

They have also continued to fight in this desert so that the collectors continue to fight irrationally.

If we surrender here, the Buryeags will become slaves. The women become comforters, and the men are made to engage in harsh labor.

In that case, the Alwara will have a monopoly on the knowledge of the sandstream and the water, and even the likes of the bone race who live secluded will be in contention, and those who do not follow the Alwara will have to die thirsty.

The Arwala, who grew in that way, also fought against the western countries, which may win at first, but defeating the western countries, which are well prepared for war, is a must. The desert will become a colony of the countries of the west and will continue to be exploited.

That is why the Buryeags could not retreat. I'm assuming the worst, but so.

The collectors stared at their own shoulders at the appearance of such a Buryeag tribe.

Even now, I still felt the heavy feel of Farood's hand on my shoulder.

Maryam's eyes, who took hostage but did not beg for his life, did not leave the back of his brain.

It was extra strong on my mind just to know what it was like to be two people sending a serene routine.

It's not bad to live here and die here.

Such thoughts were about to be scattered with irrationality: the Great Meeting.

But the thoughts that were about to be shattered were the determination of Farood and Maryam, and the view of this desert was repaired by Nirufal, who continued to endure.

Whatever happens, I can't let it go.

I can't even shatter it.

That was a lot like the feeling I once felt when my collector was in Japan.

No matter how depressing my life was, I didn't feel like leaving Japan. Wherever possible, I wanted to do it in Japan.

I don't speak English, I don't have the ability to be confident. That's why I can't go abroad.

Speaking of which I didn't feel that way, it would be a lie, but still, I didn't lie to the part about wanting to do it in Japan as much as I could.

I still have feelings for Japan, but Hayato and the Japanese didn't feel about it. Of course there is familiarity in the sense of the same Japanese, but that is not connected to a sense of belonging.

In that sense, Hayato stole shelter, left it as something that was not from the summoners, nearly killed by Hayat, Erika, and Luji, and it had a huge impact that it was about to be used.

It weighed differently in the Buryeag tribe, which shared a brief but intense time with the summoners, who were connected to the degree of acquaintance.

I want to live in this desert as long as I can.

That was the thought of the present collector. So...

As the Zao shrugged, he began chanting.

Driven tight, Nirufal was fighting, feeling the boat regiment right behind him.

If they pull us out of here, we'll allow them to break into the convoy from the desert side. Then there will be no more.

But many of the men fell, and the limits were no longer close.

"... buy me some time"

I felt like I heard a collector screaming, but I was extinguished by the rage of the battlefield.

I didn't want to see any more of the warriors getting hurt, and Nirufal believed in the voice of the treasurer. Perhaps for the first time, Nirufal went on a reckless bet. There was no basis whatsoever and I believed in the possessor.

It was a pile of trust to date and a certainty that the collector would never betray it.

Maybe Snow White can move now.

"- Anybody get a single hit?"

One wave blew the three of them apart, and Nirufal went forward and shouted.

"Yes, are you there? Were they inferior to demon worms who could only flock?"

There stands one Basit brother who has previously been thoroughly in command.

"- My name is Hajiz! I heard that some women have been entrusted with the ship's head... not bad."

Nirufal scoffed at the sight of himself as a woman.

"You're still better off in Klund. There's more to being uncomfortable."

"Klund? Your mistress? All right, well, are you glad to offend the woman you enslaved in front of the man before you?"

Basiz swirled a huge grave over his head and shook it down more than a sword.

I knew I was coming, and I could only take it.

Nirufal's leg is buried in the sand when he takes a swing with his sword as if to crush the air.

"Ho ho, well done, I took it"

Basiz waves Grave without loosening his hand.

Nirufal tries to avoid it, but Grave was attacked to block it.

As a warrior of Basiz, he had read through all Nirufal's actions.

- Kissi.

A lethal sensation comes from the sword that has taken Grave many times.

"Looks like your sword core has gone crazy. With the hardest of our swords, we will be invincible to the best of the Arwala."

I doubted for a moment that I would be able to take it in its current state.

Basiz slammed Grave through that slight gap without missing it.

A moment of suspicion created a delay in the reaction of the moment, which resulted in Nirufal receiving Graves with a decent sword.

A sword that breaks in two.

Grave's peak, which flipped without getting into her hair, is sucked into Nirufal's torso.

It's over, I was so sure it was Basiz, but I'm not responding.

What, my face ripped the moment I thought so.

"Guh."

What Nirufal was holding was a boomerang sword given by the collector. It was originally a trisword antler horn, but it was just a song sword with no special abilities.

However, combined with a pattern made of red lotus flying dragon bone, Nirufal, the finest hero, held it, thus exerting what should also be called enhanced slaughter. It is the same phenomenon that the great claws formerly held by the collector combined with the yarn of the great thorny ground spider allowed them to open and close remotely and freely.

But this was a combination that had already been lost on the Mido continent without heroes.

"To that extent."

Basiz doesn't even have a face wound, he spins as he wields his grave, wiping away Nirufal behind his back.

But it was also said to have done so.

It was also like a snow and white tail movement, as if Irida's spear would recieve a sword. Besides, the blow that hurt Basiz's face, the acrobatic movement he cut off as he jumped over Basiz, was also very similar to Yobi's.

"... I'm counting on you."

Whimpering so, Nirufal turns away Grave and flirts with Basiz in a soft but acrobatic motion.

The power of Nirufal is not inferior to that of a man, but she is a woman. I raised my arms so far in the same way as a man because of his talent and obsession, and the fact that he spent more than fifty years training, but that is only training as a man. The Buryeags didn't have a way of fighting as women, so they didn't have a choice.

But the power of Nirufal blossomed by absorbing the snow white, and the close ways of being fought: Irida and Yobi.

It was an incomprehensible, unknown move for Basiz.

Still, it would be because of its beauty, its insight, that I immediately noticed the shortcomings of the movement.

"I'm worried about the scratch."

It was a basiz who tried to curse how many such weak powers and so on, but Nirufal is familiar with how to fight this desert in the first place. It wasn't like I didn't have any powers.

When Nirufal grips the chain he has rolled over to the ground, he slaps it in a blast and goose the basiz as it is.

"Guh, this stuff."

Just a moment of restraint.

But that was enough for Nirufal.

He snapped Basiz's neck with all his strength. Cut off the heroic hard-bodied body by force.

"Strike with all your might".

Nirufal had met the end of his training for what Snow White had used in his battle against Jamshid. Nirufal never wasted meeting Snow White, the Caveman, Irida and Yobi.

"- Bass it's brother Basiz, this Nirufal has taken over!

With the Grave of Basiz overhead, Nirufal shouted to inspire his people.

Besides, the other warheads are responding.

Even if we can't defeat them, we can leave the Basit brothers, each of whom was relative.

Army under barometric pressure with a protruding force and a stopping leg. In the meantime, the men had once retreated.

There, just between the army and the convoy, a collector wrapped around an icy sand ball wall broke in.

Ball walls pierced the earth like meteorites.

"- All Expressions (Operations) Liberation (Start)"

The zodiac's liberation chant echoes within the ball wall and disappears without anyone hearing it.

But Nielfal and the bow of the ship grew furious at the explosion of their magic.

A black woman's hand spread in the desert at night, fan-shaped darkness.

The tribal coalition was slightly frightened by the unknown darkness of its specialty.

Though I learned spiritual magic, the Alwala tribe, which only knows about the first ball, and the tribal coalition, which doesn't even know it, didn't know about the existence of dark manipulative spellmasters, etc.

But that wasn't the end of it.

There was a blast that pierced the tympanic membrane and tried to reach the heart...

The sand spear protrudes like a needle mountain...

Cold air spreads like your eyes freeze in an instant -.

The inexperienced red snow blew.

A huge wave of fan-shaped waves emerged from the sailors with the boat regiments on their backs, as the woman would call them from the next to the next.

Attacks on vision and psychology by darkness, tactile sensation by cold air, hearing by explosions, maneuverability by sand spears, snow poison mixed with red snow.

To an attack on a visibly changing sensation, the forces on the desert side retreat to a point where there is no magical influence with one step or two. It would be the power of the Commander who did not somehow panic.

But the Buryeags don't miss this gap, pouring all their power into the floater side to dominate it all at once.

"- Don't ever miss this opportunity"

If the collector fails, if there is no more attack from the side of the floater, that will be all in his favor.

Not to miss the good opportunity created by the collector, Nirufal stripped his gaze from the collector and leaped to the deck of the floating ship.

- Multi-coupled formula.

It was a finished version of a suicide bombed magic ceremony that the collectors once tried to use in half or half earnestly for Hayato.

Pass your magic to the rooted Spirit in "Magic Liberation (Raisdom)," change the order without order in "Request Change (Talirdarn)" to the Spirit who receives the magic without an order, grant and release the "Thousand Weird Poisons" to all "Spirit Magic".

"Magic Liberation" was once given to Orphea, which forces the rituals performed during the spiritual magical awakening. It is an array in which the Spirit takes root magic to an order to the uncertain Spirit of the command.

"Request Change" is one of the three magic formulas once given to Ziva of the Thief Skeleton, but the harsh condition of direct contact with "Subject" or "Subject Spirit Magic" could not be fulfilled by the collector and was kept dead. But it is also easy to clear if you are in 'contact' with yourself.

'Thousand Weird Poisons' is a poison that would soon expire if it did not continue to be injected into the subject, but it was sufficient as harassment. The fateful snow poison was used by freezing the poisonous water prepared in advance.

As I once tried and passed out in front of a rock hole, it is just a once-only, precisely suicide-bombed procedure that squeezes out the full force magic, including the life force that is in the body, but it was overcome by a 'hunger pill' that gives me the power to keep fighting all day and night.

The darkness is sedentary, the explosion that makes the heart eagle, and the sand spear is protruding. Extremely low temperatures over desert cold air fill and poisonous snow. All of them had been endowed with magic poison.

It was a hellish sight in a way.

The warriors, vulnerable to unknown attacks, were frightened, and the strong warriors also stood on their feet as if they were warcrafty beasts defending themselves with poison., if the troops don't move, then the infiltrating album elite units can't move either avoiding standing out.

Troops only attack from afar at best with bows and arrows or stone-throwing, spiritual magic.

The multiple-coupled formula created by the collectors, assuming suicide bombings, had been stunningly successful in stopping.

But there is no way that a magical activation that repeats depletion and recovery does not strain the body.

Rather than that, the collector had already deposited his back on the wall inside the ball wall and was about to fall.

I have not fainted because my thirst pills continue to supply me with magic.

However, there were symptoms of depletion.

Constant headaches, abdominal pain, joint pain, eardrum pain blindly on nausea. I was constantly annoyed by all of that.

I wasn't assuming this.

Moreover, the ball walls are destroyed by external attacks, but they cannot be repaired because they are multiple-coupled and use simultaneous exercises to their limits. The failure to incorporate the repair of the barrier in anticipation of a suicide bombing was a vendetta.

Still managed to withstand it and continue to activate the multiple-coupled formula, but at last the qi reached its limit and stopped the activation of the multiple-coupled formula.

The spiritual magic that kept me on one call after another finally broke off, but hell continued to be there.

The treasurer was still stopping the army's legs.

At the same time, however, the environment erodes the body of the collector.

Sporadic ranged attacks from the army and extremely low temperatures, as well as barriers to poison, were destroyed, and life-spirited barriers, also called life-spirited resistance, were twitched into cold air and poison.

Nirufal, who swept away the power on the side of the floating ship, was still staring at the figure of a falling and lying possessor in that hellish place and the ever unchanged flow of sand streams, eating away his teeth.

I kept hoping you'd change quickly, quickly, quickly.

And.

- Let's get started.

Nirufal screamed at the moment the sand currents changed, and jumped under the fallen treasurer -