Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

2. Dead Giant's Head

"Hear my voice, O messenger from Nanban!

A thunderous voice echoed around him. The giant from which it originated stares at the yuts with a sharp gaze of shooting. At the same time, a black thunder with various colors ran vertically and horizontally through the giant's body.

An overwhelming aura of death, released from that giant.

Even trained adventurers and knights, inspired to stop life activities, Yut and Larsia were flat.

"It's not a very welcoming atmosphere."

"In the meantime, you seem to have guts and brains."

"Stop that kind of judgment. Bad for Jonah's education."

"What now?"

To King Charlton's protégé, the ring given to him by Verga. There are a few items to prove their identity, but based on their appearance, I didn't think I could do anything about it by giving them to them.

"I,“ I grab the clouds, "Bone Novor. I'm here to test your power. If you don't cower, call me!

In a way, as expected. Unexpected in another sense, Bone Novor's words.

The Verga Empire is clustered under (originally) the Empress Verga, but not entirely a single rock. Exposing chaos and evil - in other words, a country that affirms an individual's desire tolerates stand-up as long as it produces results.

I mean, I thought if the Yuts didn't like it this way, they might come out to eliminate it.

What was unexpected was that I waited alone like this, not leaving it to deception or numbers. Conversely, I get in trouble dealing with it.

When it comes to Bone Novor, which also grabs the clouds, it's a heavy town of ancient ginseng that Verga is giving away its countenance to. Yut, what do you want to do?

It could be a problem if you get your hands on it badly, right? Alcia asks, also meaning.

But the meadow race (Magner), farthest from political considerations and the notion of reading the air, raised their hands and offered their candidacy.

"Let me take care of it. It's not like I'm stressed or anything, but I feel like attacking an enemy steeple."

"How do you feel? But I can't ignore it..."

The choice to deal with it all exists, of course, and that's natural for the Yuts, but it can't be too much this time.

And ignoring it and moving on also just sends the problem ahead.

"Yut, this place is more suited than Larsia."

I'll take care of it.

That said, it was the Warrior Exile of the Rock Giant (Jarloot) who came forward.

Dressed in the usual Dragon Scale armor, carrying a giant Spike Flail like an anchor, he moves forward without waiting for a reply.

"Sure, maybe an old Exile would be more effective for that type"

Confrontation of forces versus forces.

There will be no more plausible structure than this.

"Well. Yut used to call it a" brain-muscle confrontation. "

I perceived everyone's intentions and Larsia caught a light spear. Then, bows and arrows and magic sceptres (Magic Wand) also serve as arrows and enter the game mode.

"Do you want to try alone? Don't regret it."

"You can say that line when you're done"

"Let me throw up!

The fierce Bourne Novor rises as it sounds ground.

Exile, on the other hand, laid up a spike flail as he stuffed his way through it, watching it calmly.

A dead giant (Tanatos), about a dozen meters in length.

Only about 20% of that, rock giant.

The two in time cross a blink of sight.

"Die!

"Twist and crush."

Sticks that are struck down from distant heights. That is no longer equal to a natural disaster.

But Exile stood by without a step.

Spike Flail intercepts huge trees. Exile equals dwarf in front of Bourne Novor, but unlikely the breadth of the two in between is the same.

Two people separated by about 10 meters and meeting.

"Ugh!?"

I'll show you what I can do.

Defeated and defeated was the death giant Bourne Novor, who should be in the vantage point in everything.

Both of them get hit and run.

But it is the Dead Titans who are bounced and pushed.

Exile's body looks red and smoky.

The recoil of an effect demonized by Spike Flail, wounded every time he waved it, blood flowing. That's what it's all about.

The Rock Titans were moving forward tightly, and the Dead Titans, boasting more than five times their bodies, were retreating slightly.

Stunning.

Other than that, there are no words to describe Bourne Novol's mood.

"Egg, are you winning?

"Exactly, you can't...?

Sounds familiar. But blood draws from Yut's face to a voice that should not be heard here.

I'm protecting you in Isolate Field.

What Yut, who looked back at in awe, saw was Jonah and Akane wrapped up in a field like a giant chavon ball. Isolate Field is a psychic power that prevents you from intervening from within without passing any attack.

"You're hurrying me..."

"Huh? Huh?

To acorns who are not sure, whether or not they have been explained. I got a little lost, but I put my gaze back on Exile wondering if I needed to be disturbed.

"Doesn't it, little one?"

"It's not as good as it sounds."

"What a loser."

"If you really lose, you can say it"

Again, two weapons collide.

A collision of forces and forces. The meat is crooked, the teeth are eaten to the point of breaking, the bones are crooked.

So far, it's some kind of art.

"Yeah, no, get out of the way."

"I agree."

The giants, big and small, who smiled at Niyali, threw down their weapons at the same time.

"What kind of flow..."

"It's natural, isn't it?

"Val is too han..."

"This is just like fighting Egdad."

The presence of the two moved into a flesh-bomb battle.

Bone Novor wields his giant woody arm to the side and tries to grasp Exile's body to expose it.

"Ig-Nus Zad wasn't like this."

But Exile doesn't make it microscopic.

Its endurance, which even outweighed the attack by the spider's subgods, is unfortunately exerted this time around.

The rock giant received his gigantic arms disappointingly, as if to root on the earth, and held them in with both arms.

"Gurgh."

"Guh."

Confrontation.

Balance.

And collapse.

Exile pulled Bourne Novor's arm as if it were a drag.

"Noooo."

Meanwhile, Bone Novor can't keep his balance.

The head of a dead giant who has contributed to the founding of the Verga Empire, taking numerous lives and breaking goodness.

Everyone fears and reveres. A heavy town of the Verga Empire with the strength it deserves.

The symbol of its power has now collapsed into the earth.

"Yep. Physically, impossible?

Akane is astonished, flashing, and her head turns white.

Seeing a really incredible sight makes me seem like I can't think of anything.

You can see from that flesh that Exile is the bearer of power. But the opponent is huge that far outweighs it.

A heavy-lifting gold medalist is like throwing an elephant away.

Impossible.

But there is no lie in the sight in front of me.

"I couldn't use magic because I can't throw away this kind of common sense"

"Something tells me you don't have common sense."

"Oh, someone with three wives is talking about common sense. Yona, what do you think?

"I love you so much."

"I hope it doesn't cool down! No, I want this one to cool... If possible, take it to a normal friend level…"

"Why is Larsia damaged?"

Valtrude and Alcia, wisely, kept silent. No, maybe I just couldn't say anything about Valtrude.

"Brilliant! So the lady from Verga had eyes to see, too!

Soiled by Exile, Bourne Novor praised the rock giant with a look that even felt refreshed as he aguared while in armor.

"I can't help it if this happens. I'll admit it."

"No, not me."

"Otherwise, do you shy away from having a fiancée? I prefer hero colors. Never mind."

"No, I have a wife but not me..."

Exile is being pushed against the opponent who won the power battle but doesn't listen.

In the first place, I didn't even want you to admit it.

"Explain, me?

Yut crumbles.

At the corner of his sight, he saw Larsia backing him up with a crisp smile that distracted him.

"This is the imperial capital, Verga..."

I managed to explain to Bourne Novor that Verga's opponent was Yut - as if I were going to admit it - but after I managed to convince him, I entered the imperial capital Verga at the lead of this dead giant.

Most of all.

"Damn it, why would a young lady think of such a weak sorcerer? Neither that nor this, our young one. When I get home, they'll work me out again."

- Count Bourne Novol seems to have been full of discontent.

"I heard the story, but I would still be overdoing it"

"Yut, cheat"

The first thing that comes to my attention is an island protruding into the suburbs. No, it just looks like an island because I know how it is, and the reality is it's only a giant rocky mountain.

It's too annoying to be a warning or a harassment.

"That, apart from... Because it's the Evil Capital, it was like an awesome version of a slum, but normal?

"I guess you can't be completely disorderly, even more than you are in the shape of an empire."

One line from the carriage and on foot to the castle Ebony Circle in Verga.

Acorn is right. And, as with Yut's impression when he confirmed it from a distance, it was not so different from a normal national city on the surface.

Major roads are cobbled, and many brick buildings are two-story, three-story, unlike the Falve. It would be different if we put it in the back street, but at least it has nothing to do with uncleanness.

Although the colours are dull overall and the sun is weak because of the North, commerce will take place, work, and die.

Except the people on the road are cluttered.

The most common are humans, but no elves, no dark elves, no dwarves, no goblins, no orgasms. At least it does not exist in the cities of the Rotosilt kingdom or in Folio-Farina, subraces with evil phases are also naturally walking the roundabout.

And the biggest difference would be the existence of slaves connected to chains.

Only mark chaos and evil, equal to all races.

As it is, the land of the weak and the strong even sees the human master following the slaves of the Auga, using whips with spiritual domination and the demonization of charm.

The sight made Valtrude's expression stronger as if he could see something dirty, but he didn't say anything to stand out.

Same, but no.

This is the first impression of the imperial capital Verga.

But I didn't fully understand it yet. Even though I understood the difference, I didn't know exactly what was most different.

"Hmm. You're hungry. Hey, there."

"Yes, sir"

A dead giant holding his belly from the top of a sheet metal armor (plate armor) summons a human from the other side.

A middle-aged man losing weight around gray hair, suddenly, being talked out by a high-profile - stronger than himself - Bone Novor, bows his head all the way down.

The slaves of a few hobgoblins who had taken them also imitate to their masters whether their survival instincts made them do so.

"I'm hungry. I'll take it. I'll charge you to Bone Novor's mansion."

"Was it the Count? Go ahead."

The Yuts don't understand that conversation as one. I know what the word means, but I didn't know what the intent was.

And it's too late when it's demonstrated.

Bornnovol lifted the hobgoblin as he tried to pick it, and as he pulled his neck out, he drank the rest of his torso round. Keep your head up and throw it on the road.

"What are you doing!

Valtrude pulls out the Divine Subjugator, the Goddess Sword, and hits it high.

You can't overlook that if the other person is a hobgoblin.

"You don't know the word" follow the town "when you go into it, little girl.

"Hellenonian justice is unshakeable."

"Whatever the justice is, I'll kill you."

At some point, Larsia was also holding an arrow.

One-touch instant.

And it came to pass that Yut finally returned to me and held the acorn.

"Ugh..."

"Zhu Yan, I'm sorry"

I brought him in as Verga told me, but I didn't take it into account enough.