Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

To Fairy Square and Mitsuki Marsh, me, Rem and I carried our luggage on number two for about three round-trips.

"Ha... ha... sorry, just take a break"

I hope I left bravely, but I drained my strength unexpectedly just to carry my luggage. After a brief pause, get ready on site.

There is no rush. Anyway, the basilisk is just gobbling up today, tomorrow and the day after. Prey doesn't run away. It would be the only advantage of a boss battle to be set up at the right time over here.

"Ok...... ok, I could write well"

Write up the "Six Light Star Formation" of Kaishin. I think I'm a little better at galloping on the ground because I've written it over and over in experiments.

Carving this magic formation, after worrying, made it the end of the Mandragola field. If we step in any further, we attack the critical line that basilisk moves when we feel the bait has arrived. If I freaked out and wrote it too far away, I might not come after you because it's outside the territory.

Well, now we're finally ready. Let's get ready and go with the operation.

"Well, I asked for it, Rem."

"Gaga!

"Ghhhhhhhhhhh!

Stab a bait goma with a knife that evokes basilisk. I crisped my flank for now to avoid immediate death but bleed quite a bit. I make a shitty scream, but I can't even hang around Locke because he's been groomed all over his body instead of his hands and feet.

It is a consideration that it would be easier to eat basilisks as well if the smell of blood was thus screamed. Finally, in case Goma gains freedom, there's nothing wrong with dying serious injuries.

As such, Goma was carried by No. 2 and proceeded towards the goal of basilisk, shouting a wonderful anguished voice as I had hoped.

"Rem, stay down there."

"Gah."

Me and Rem both wear handmade poison swamp specification gilly suits and wait for the fishing results.

There are no shields around like this and the outlook is very good. I can see in the distance the number two that progresses dignified through the Mandragola field and the basilisk that is relaxing in the

"... noticed"

Around halfway through the field, too, Basilisk awoke. The timing of the reaction is roughly the same as when it was attacked before. I can't see you being particularly vigilant.

"There you go, turn around"

You don't have to wait for Basilicik to make a move. If he comes after us for real, number two, which isn't very fast legged, will soon be caught up. Well, he also carries a package called Goma.

The only way to direct them to the Magic Formation Trap is to match them at the starting distance.

"All right, good, right here... come on!

Even Goma just realized the existence of basilisk, number two, which began to turn back with images like that. That begins to chase Basilisk out of Noronoro and Oz.

All right, I caught it!

"Come, come..."

Running number two. Basilisk to chase. Although his movements cannot be described as flattering or agile, he is a strangely quiet foothold, steadily distancing himself from No. 2.

How about this, will it arrive? No, you're too far away, no, no, this is it. What do you think?

"- I'm here!

I didn't have time to think about the mess, and if I noticed, Basilicik came one step ahead of me in a predetermined position.

"Ga!"

As soon as Rem made a voice, or sound, like a temper, No. 2 dived with momentum like a high school ballplayer returning home based. Slipped right in. Its position is directly above Pittari and the Magic Formation.

All the materials have been arranged. As for the central offering, Matango's slightly numb carcass is already lying around.

There, unload the goma for which No. 2 is responsible to slap him with a backthrow. Now we have all the last sacrifices.

Number two leaves the scene as quickly as a cockroach crawling on the ground. The next moment...

"Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

A basilisk with a big mouth was flying towards a rolling goma.

Now.

"To the decaying, filthy red bottom of the water - 'Rotten Marsh'!

Change makes it dramatic, for a moment. The magic formation and offering instantly turn into a bloody poisonous swamp, spreading all at once like it could be played.

Yes, wider, deeper. To the point of sinking a fiercely poisonous demon into the bottom of acid water.

"Bubbo, baaaaaa!

Basilicik's body sank about half way down. The sound of an elephant squeaking in my ear rises, and for me the melting sound is heard, Joo.

All right, it's working. After all, his skin alone can't prevent 'Rotten Swamp' acid. Soaking plenty to the front and back legs, and to the belly. More than that, you'll be in pain. At least I've never heard Basilisk bark so loud.

"I'll rot and kill you."

What I hold in my hand is a offering, not a blade that stabs and kills enemies. Core shards collected little by little from miscellaneous fish mons on the right hand side. On the left hand side, a power seed that I haven't utilized in a while.

I threw each one lookin 'at the poison marsh and throwing it away.

"-" Dark Hair Tied "!

That's how it emerged from the poisonous swamp, a thicker and longer, pitch-black tentacle than ever before.

Nothing 'rotten swamp' is the only thing that benefits the magic formation, and hence the offering. Even "Dark Hair Tied" is properly adapted for some things. Though with the scarce material in hand, there were only two options: a power seed with slightly increased power, and a core purely enhanced by magic.

But it's much better than not. It is the restraint of 'brunette tying' that makes it a complete power battle that deserves to use the core without.

There are four polar tentacles stretching in total. It quickly tangles into the head of the basilisk and eats tightly into the epidermis of the buyo buyo. The big mouth that spits out the horrible fierce poison braces is now completely closed.

I've heard that crocodiles have a great power to shut their mouths, but not if they open them. I spent all my magic and concentration tying Basilisk's head in the hopes that he would have the same jaw structure.

"Gu, ah, shit, this...... uuuuuuuuu!

Basilisk is likely to break the commandments now. Though I knew it, I feel tremendous power, resistance. If you loosen your mind even for a moment, your dark hair is going to break apart.

So I'm too focused, at the tip of my rampant basilisk nose, and I can't even move Pickle with my hands sticking out in front of me. From the side, it's a dumb pantomimer.

But I seriously can't afford to move to a safer position at all, or attack with a weapon, either. If they untie me, at that point the basilisk will go straight to take off the swamp and kill me with a giant even if I don't feel like it.

Oh, my God. By plan, I should have stood around a little safer.

"Go, go, go, go!

From the closed mouth, a loud groan leaks out. Rem turned to attack.

From the back, I can see a mockingbird and black smoke climbing. Apparently, you succeeded in lighting the fire successfully.

Basilisk also literally becomes a situation where his ass is lit, and he storms around desperately groaning. Wild fat legs slap the water surface of the poisonous swamp and the body from the neck down swings wide left and right.

"Damn... you haven't... come on, die..."

The damage to 'Rotten Marsh' is weaker than I thought. No, it's simply that my physical sensation time is just long, and maybe the great enough damage goes through to Basilisk properly.

But as a reality, I'm already at my limit, and Basilisk is still waving my ass full of energy, and I'm on the verge of retreating.

Have you run out of oil already, Lem and No. 2 are throwing allowances or weapons that they have gradually brought in. Stabbed or bounced. Doesn't look very effective.

Lack of decision making. No, no, no. I'm fucked already. Die. Help me, May.

"Ugh, guuuuuuu..."

No, still, I'll never tell you. How dare you give up everything and just pray for help even though you still have the strength to do it.

"Help me, brother"

The appearance of Aoshi Cherry Blossom, so crushed, burned in my eyes and I can't leave.

That time, it was really helpful. My brother, the brave man, Yudo Aoshi, appeared as the savior. I see, I believe this. Believe it or not, it's not weird that it's sweet.

But I don't believe it. I don't believe in people's help.

I don't trust anyone else. It's not. May must still be looking for me to go on the dungeon.

What I don't believe is, in other words, luck. I don't think I was born on a lucky star. [M] But I'm not particularly unlucky. I've picked up my life for someone's help coming in since I've been in this dungeon, and I'm pretty lucky at the point where I'm the spellman surviving.

But when you put a desperate opponent in front of you, when you're in a pinch of absolute despair. In that case, if you ask for help, someone will always help you. I can't get that 100% certainty.

It would be natural. There are things that humans can and cannot do. Reality is reality everywhere. There are no heroes. Even if he was there, he wouldn't always show up. Most of the time, they don't show up, and they don't make it.

As Aoshi Cherry Blossom has forgotten, no, it doesn't seem like she knows anything about it. She believes from the bottom of her heart. Brother, take care of Aoshi Yudo.

I mean, he believes he's an absolutely saving person.

I can't be such an idiot.

"Gu, ah, ah, ah!

So I'm not giving up. Until the end, let it rise.

"Gagger!

That's when I saw Rem jump on the back of a rambling basilisk.

Weapon throwing attacks are bad, so you boiled your business and launched it directly into attack? No, but I didn't give that order.

No way, is it that Rem did it 'think for himself'?

"Ga! Ga!

He has stabbed a red knife in his left hand into his back to support him, slamming the Kamakili blade on his right arm over and over again.

Don't, don't, don't, if they shake you off, it's over.

"Gahhhhhhhh!

My worries and all, Lem stabbed, hung up, and went wild.

Many times I fall ill, but every time I step on it, roll out the blade, and cling to the basilisk.

- Wow, wow, wow.

Thus, at last, the resistance of the basilisk began to weaken.

"Yay, I did..."

It's still moving. Neither does the tentacle restraint loosen. But I do feel the power of basilisk is getting weaker.

Nice. I can win. It's okay, my magic and concentration are close to the limit, but I think I can handle it. If you let it sink like this for adults, 'Rotten Swamp' will kill you off as it is.

"Ha ha ha... well done, Rem!

I wasn't alarmed. I didn't even loosen my hands.

So that was simply basilisk outweighing my imagination.

"BOOOOOOOO!

It instantly dyed my vision purple.

"Eh."

What the hell is this? Is it a brace? Basilisk virulent braces.

Why, why not? Your mouth is still supposed to be tightly closed.

"Ah..."

Right, a bamboo hole like a sea urchin on that face. That's where I erupted from. For a moment, but I did watch. From that disgusting hole, a poisonous purple smoke was emitted with tremendous momentum, as if jet injection were to be done.

Shit, I didn't even hear you could get it out of there, Conoyaloo...

On the other hand, I can't help but understand. [M]

Oh, me, are you dead?