Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Since when?

"Well, does that make sense?

Best friend.

At least that's what Eldrick still thinks. Whether Ray Cruz was the same or not, though there was nothing else than to believe.

Those two meet the blade.

"It doesn't make any sense."

"I don't even have to ask."

The life-sweeping (energy football) that tore Archbishop Legnam apart and took his refinement emerged with a few red lines on his pitch-black body, pulsating spookily.

The more you hurt, the more power you gain. The more life you sip, the more you were about to be unleashed on your former companions.

"That's important. If there's nothing meaningless in this world, Vai will go crazy."

"That's not good."

But Eldrick, while wary of life sipping, has a normal mind.

I wave my sword just as effortlessly as I do with a light mouth.

When Eldrick waved down his long sword and made him take it with a life sip, Ray Cruz unleashed a lower kick at the right time as he moved on to the counterattack.

With it on the brink, the Avenger, who became the Swordsman of Silver, says with a cool face.

"That's a bad foot habit. I don't think he's the king of a country."

"If you eat it, you'll end up with a cowardly weapon."

"Nevertheless, it is true of the Golem and the Undead Monster. There's one thing here, why don't you be?

Without waiting for an answer, Ray Cruz waved his two-handed sword underfoot.

Eldrick puts a big shield (Large Shield) up on the field to defend him, but just take it and it's over.

"Oh, my God, you haven't been slaughtered"

"It's decided that the only person I'm going to ride the invitation with is a beautiful woman. Know it."

"Also, do you want Laura to be mad at you? Is that your sexual preference?"

Nor does Eldrick ride that provocation.

Ray Cruz's attack is a fabric stone to take later ahead. I couldn't have gotten my hands on the detour.

Adhesive condition to be visited by.

"Ring it, life sipping!

The red muscles running through the sword body like blood vessels groan, and creepy screams as if the deceased were to emit wooden spirits.

Ray Cruz wielded the life-sweep that became an ominous symbol while still being taken by the Great Shield.

But there's a big shield sticking out firmly on the ground. I don't think that Eldrick's manipulative shield can move to that extent.

No matter how powerful the Devil's Sword is, I don't think I can slash and tear the Great Shield of Steel in that state.

But reality went beyond imagination.

I was passing through.

Keep an eye out that no one could, but the fact is, the blade was through the shield.

As it is, the life-sweeping blade passes through the space around where Eldrick's hips were. Yes. I passed without touching Li Knight.

"Danger, dude."

Rip apart only the creatures - the moment they used the ability of the Devil's Sword to transmit inorganic objects, Eldrick had abandoned his shield and entered Ray Cruz's nostalgia.

It is not between two hand swords.

At the same time, it is difficult to wave a long sword.

However, a dagger (dagger) was held in his left hand, where he had just thrown his shield away. Use the spare weapon that was stored on the back of the shield and don't hesitate to poke it into the right eye of your best friend.

It's different from the usual style, but if you're dealing with Ray Cruz, it's not enough to be so impotent.

"Knock."

I never close my eyes reflexively either. I don't even try to avoid it.

Ray Cruz knocks his body forward to welcome it himself and punches his head in the hero king.

As a result, neither attack of the two heroes hits and the dagger ends up slightly damaging the edge of the eye.

"Which is dangerous?"

"I avoided it, so it's good. This one's not good."

"Not at all...... After all, it's not a setup here."

"Because you lost your bet, you don't regret what you bet."

As they distance themselves from the partition, the two turn their words around as they always do.

"Wow......"

Cress twinkle who became a bystander.

Did you see how my grandfather fought? Or are you witnessing the death of a minute god and a red fire dragon?

"Ha. I saw it and forgot to talk"

"... I can't help it."

All this time, Alcia also synchronizes to a word equal to Merla's renunciation of her job. The audience, that would have been the same. The defense of the hero king and the silver swordsman is as if watching a piece of the chivalry tale.

I admire it unexpectedly, and I don't have a voice.

Meanwhile, the battle between Perla Vento and Lela was more brutal and bloody.

Miserable, enough to get rid of words.

"Damn, I don't know. Come on, let's go."

"Of course I do. I still have someone I need to fight."

The two clothes opposite each other on the field are mutilated by sharp nails, or torn to a meltdown by a fist punch.

The beauty of a decent aristocrat, mesmerized Parra Vento, had no shadow to see dirt with blood and sand, and Lela was mutilated throughout her body and bloodshed in abundance.

While the hero king and the demon swordsman were crossing dried goats, the minute god (avatar) and the red fire dragon were hitting each other's fists and nails.

Lela's fist relentlessly punches Pearla Vent's sober beauty, while Pearla Vent's claw relentlessly cleaves Lela's brown skin and strengthens bleeding.

I guess the reason we can't settle is because we're alert and taking the initiative to crush each other's trump cards - exhalation (braces) and joint moves. The beauties just seemed to be hurting each other by the side, creating a certain unique atmosphere.

Two contrasting battles.

Still, nobody pulls.

Except for Cress, who was drunk in battle in the middle of the field.

Unexpectedly, Ray Cruz puts his life sip on the big upper level and begins to mingle with Eldrick. It just seems to be moving a little bit, the fruit, the advanced rush.

Maybe he's trying to settle.

To that hunch, Cres turned his attention to the match between Lela and Perla Vent. There's nothing I can do in my grandfather's battle. I was curious about the victory and defeat, but I'm not an audience.

Then in another match, we have to look for what we can do.

At the same time that Cress's gaze was pointed, Lela staged several unknown assaults, releasing a jumping kick from a few steps away.

"Yeah, no problem."

Simply, intercepting with nails or tails is repetitive. Pearla Vent knew that too, but Pride got in the way and couldn't block it.

Until earlier.

Red Fire Dragon felt Cress's gaze poured over here. The wound that was hurt earlier creeps strangely.

He opened his mouth wide, confused. Impossibly large from a humanized appearance.

The fangs peek, hitting the leg that released the kick.

"This is..."

Miserable.

Both Merla and the audience are going to turn away.

But Cress's body was moving naturally.

Lela was laughing.

"One foot, that was enough for you."

Without even showing the pain of being pierced through the calf with sharp fangs, Lela stuck to Perla Vent's ankle in an inverted state when she turned her body against it.

"The Art of Ghost"

Then, when the flesh is etherified, it escapes the restraint of the fangs, pushes it down, and then turns sideways to take on the posture of articulation - arm shin. Do you destroy one arm with your feet pinched and pulled together? Or are there other prospects? Either way, it's a long-awaited development for Lela.

"I didn't expect you to put your back on the ground!

Meanwhile, Pearla Vent was all over humiliation.

He has negative feelings about his wounded appearance, and he tries to stick his fingernails out with his free arm.

"Let me do it!

It is not an action after some logical thought.

But there was certainty.

Cress interrupts the battle between the two beautiful women and prevents the dragon claws wielded from an impossible position with a great shield.

At the moment, that's the best I can do. Not sweet enough for Cress to be turned into an attack. Still, the time you earn is worth a thousand bucks. At least it should be enough for Lela to destroy one of Perla Vento's arms in the meantime.

That, on the contrary, is an extremely natural perception.

But it didn't.

"Ah...?

Cress collapsed on the spot without understanding why. On the verge of losing consciousness, I felt I could see a pitch-black sword body pulsing red, but I don't have time to understand what that means.

A pitiful doomsday.

Besides, if you look at it after it's over, it's just one of them, Cress's shedding.

"Kress! Ray, hey!

"Don't call me that, El."

Ray Cruz, who had his life sipped on the big upper level.

There was no demon sword in the swordsman's hand, and it was growing from Cress's back.

I threw a two-handed sword.

That out of common sense behavior is the winning opportunity his demon swordsman was after.

"I missed it."

Eldrick, who would not hesitate to be slaughtered with a magician's kill, even on hand, was brilliant, but that if there was a miscalculation, he missaw his friend's madness.

Or that you were pretending not to see it?

Ray Cruz was flat as if he hadn't felt the pain, even though he had been slashed and torn with silver armor hanging.

Yes, plainly, I am concentrating my consciousness on the Devil's Sword, which has sucked and strengthened Cress's precision.

"Damn!? cowardly! But Prince Cress's intentions and good! I'll reward you later."

"Grrr."

While things went beyond expectations, Lela continued to keep her in custody.

With both arms and legs. In other words, the supple whole body muscles are summoned together so that the minute god destroys the arms of the Red Fire Dragon. Slurpee, my arm drops out of strength.

"Guh, yuh, I won't forgive you."

Shaking her luxurious blonde curly hair, Pearla Vent was bored with pain.

A reaction that can be taken for granted from the looks of an aristocratic warlord - who stands slightly overwhelmed. But if it's Lela. No, even this most immature cress would not have shown such ugliness.

Red Fire Dragon Parra Vento is a mighty creature. More than anyone else in this room.

But he wasn't a warrior.

"Damn, ahhh..."

To her, who is not a warrior, comes the end.

He became torn and tried to involve himself and exhale the scorching heat, but before that the shadow covered him.

There's a shadow called Cress that brought life to life from the belly.

A demon sword that sucks plenty of Cress' vigor and looks bigger all around. A number of red muscles are decorated to colour the pitch-black sword body.

It was disastrous. Gravity pulled it, and the cut tip fell into the back of the Red Fire Dragon's throat.

Depending on what you see, it may also have seemed like Perla Vent was about to put a two-handed sword in her mouth. However, no matter what your impression, the end brought to Red Fire Dragon Parra Vento cannot be changed.

The cruel and tragic end of being skewered with Prince Cress.

"What is it? Uh, already, Arcee, say something instead."

"... not really, not really"

Merla, Arsia, and the audience. Wordless in a different way than before.

"Go back, sip your life"

The color of emotion does not exist as one in the face of Ray Cruz who caused it.

Calling back the Devil's Sword, who played an untouched role, in response to his life (Mei), the two-handed sword flew through the universe and returned to his master's palm.

"Damn it, I'm done."

Exactly, didn't you predict this far?

Eldrick looks up to heaven when he says he's in the middle of a battle.

"That's it, I didn't know you wanted a win!

Lela laid the two retired side by side and borrowed Cress's cape to cover and hide Pearla Vent's head. When I entrust myself to Merel of the referee, I raise my face in audacity and raise my voice of condemnation.

"I won't let you tell me you couldn't have won if you hadn't made the argument."

"I can't deny you have something to gain if you lose."

What are you going to do?

Without even trying to put up a life sip, Ray Cruz tells the two survivors.

"This time, if you win, it doesn't make sense. Until I chose the surest way."

"Ray......"

What did Ray Cruz think and for what purpose, join this militant party? Eldrick, knowing it, gets toned down.

Besides, it's a riot right now.

Until then if you say it's worse to stay alert.

"But now we're two on one again, huh?

You're right.

He's blurry, but he builds up his will, and Lela lines up with Eldrick.

"I said the most certain way."

With an icy statue-like look and voice, Ray Cruz pointed to heaven.

Two shadows before it points out.

"I have no intention of succeeding Dal-Lukash more than Perla Vent has torn. Dal-Lukash declares surrender"

One is Dimensional Dragon (Kronos Dragon) Dal-Lukash. I gently gibbered up and disappeared.

Maybe he predicted this ending somewhat.

"It's late, Vi"

"It would be better to come out in a dramatic setting anyway."

Another shadow is a bald-headed old man with a long sword on his hip and a spell document in his hand.

Needless to say, it's the great sage Vainamarinen.

The surest way.

That is, the return of intact and powerful allies.

"If you defeat the Red Fire Dragon, you'll see that the eagle returns."

"Winning is the game of purpose. I thought you'd be back at any given time."

On your own, or will the Dimensional Dragon bring you back?

You can't possibly tell Ray Cruz that, but I was convinced there would be action if we did something about the wary Pearla Vent.

"Tomorrow, I'll be ready again. Go flashy."

Standing down on earth, Vainamarinen tore nine pages from the spell document and threw it into heaven.

"My master, it is!

Mel, who has been static until now, rushes to encourage flirtatiousness - but it's too late.

The page of the spell turns into a hollow, pitch-black void, creating a passage with the world of stars.

"Meteor Rain"

The Ultimate Destruction Spell of the Ninth Staircase is complete, and meteorites descend with heroic kings and minute deities.

"Vi! Oh, my God, are you insane!

"Confrontation with meteorites. That's your first time."

"The woman I thought was new to me was insane!

Its nasal cry is also cancelled by the sound of bursts, explosions and collisions.

Neither Eldrick nor Lella were so soft that one spell rendered them incapable of combat.

"Well, we still have the spell."

- Neither of us had any leeway left to counter the full and motivated Great Sage.