Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

The magic of the wind of Killecoke strikes directly at Ede Saine.

I was surprised because I didn't think I was going to hit him, but when the sand and dust that could have been done by the magic shock cleared up, I could see why Ede Saine didn't avoid the attack and why.

intact.

For Ede Saine, he doesn't deserve to avoid the magic of Killecoke.

But I've earned time.

Killecoke hit the magic ahead of time, allowing a slow-footed rock turtle to be on the front line.

Rock turtle for sale with high defense.

Use that rock turtle as a shield to attack with the other three.

The wind magic of Killecoke descends from the sky and the water braces of Suiten burst.

Feberut strikes shortly after those two attacks have landed.

With excellent speed and physical attack, Febeloot flies through Ede Sine.

A spear of dirt slammed the Febeloot.

Feberut becomes a skewer without being able to react to the giant spear of earth that suddenly grows from the ground.

Shortly afterwards, the winged Killecoke crashes to the ground.

Momentum as if something beat you to it.

He collides hard on the ground as it is, making an uncomfortable noise, and plunges into the ground.

What is happening?

Killecoke gets crushed by something he can't see as it is.

In the meantime, Suiten keeps releasing water braces.

but Ede Saine doesn't go through with it at all.

Slowly he turned back to Suiten and unleashed the wind magic.

Not only the soil, but even the wind!?

Surprisingly in my sight, I see Suiten being blown away by wind magic and hit the other way around.

Only rock turtles remain.

But the rock turtle doesn't work.

I can't move.

If you try to appraise the rock turtle for something strange, you will be paralyzed with a state anomaly at some point.

Besides, all its statuses drop rapidly.

HP too.

In such a short time that it can almost be called a moment, a stubborn rock turtle becomes a wreck.

A summoner, who has survived numerous difficulties together so far, was unilaterally slaughtered.

Even so, it's not sadness or anger that dominates me right now.

Fear.

I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for the dead summoners.

I think so, but I can't really resist the fear that springs from the bottom of my body.

I want to get away from this place quickly.

But as a troop-leader, you can't escape before your men.

My men had begun their retreat in just a few hours that the Summoner had earned for me at the expense of that body.

But it's late.

I am preparing to strike Lord Ronant, who was about to lose his sanity, and forcefully regain his sanity, and withdraw from every unit with massive transfer magic.

Still, it still takes time for the troops to all fall within the scope of the transfer.

Only a few seconds in between.

In those seconds, nightmares happen.

The magic of earth and wind is disturbed.

Even though they appear to be shooting appropriately, they scatter the lives of the soldiers with each blow.

Some soldiers suddenly fall.

A rock turtle just got hit, a mysterious attack.

Even a rock turtle with a lot of HP is an almost instantaneous, life-threatening attack.

The soldiers cannot even stand for a moment, falling one after the other.

For Lord Ronant, who prepares for metastatic magic, magic flies.

I am also prepared for the MP to expire and summon the demon again to replace Lord Ronant.

Magic that gets shot out many times.

Every time I summon a demon.

Take a healing pill to restore MP.

Summon while drinking.

Gradually recovering MP.

However, consumption is higher than recovery.

Magic is coming, summons, magic is coming, summons.

As I repeat it, I finally run out of summoners in my hand.

Still, the magic doesn't stop.

On the contrary, there are obviously more magic numbers flying in than at first.

If you look around to see why, it was just me and Master Ronant who survived on this occasion.

"Dear Ronanto,"

"I can't do it. Nong and the others will return."

Ede Saine was imminent right in front of me as Master Ronant tried to activate the metastatic magic.

"Master Ronant!

"Kuh!?

Dark spear to be unleashed.

The magic of the soil and wind just now can also be seen in children's games, a magic with terrible powers.

Heading that way, Master Ronant.

Master Ronanto was so focused on building magic that it cannot be avoided.

I've used up all the summoners too, and there's nothing I can use for a shield.

It was awkward.

I use my body and take the dark spear.

My body explodes.

Dark spears penetrate my body and strike Master Ronant behind me.

Master Ronant's right arm and part of his flank blew away.

Looks like my getting in between got me a little off track.

Activate the metastasis as Master Ronant gives a distressed look.

Distorted vision.

When I accidentally closed my eyes and opened them, it was not in the labyrinth where I had just been.

"Huh?"

The person in front of me is surprised and stiff.

"Somebody give me something I can use to recover."

Talk to someone who was on the spot as Master Ronant distorted his face in pain.

Is this the magic lab of the Empire?

Around the corner it gets noisy.

"Hold on a little longer."

Master Ronant does a healing magic against me.

"Nearly half my torso is blowing up, but now I'm alive."

"Ofu."

I tried to say something, but it was blood that came out of my mouth.

"I have to pay you back what I owe you for getting beat up. You're not gonna die till then, are you?

The flesh recovers little by little.

HP also escaped the danger zone.

Even to Lord Ronant, who had left his wound unattended to administer my treatment, something that could use healing magic rushes and treats him.

Breathe and weaken.

Much sacrifice was made, but we survived.