Log Horizon

"It's not working."

The direct line snapped.

Wipe dirt from Armor of Silver Oath or Lion King's Rigid Shield Gards of Lion Heart with a bolo cloth that I removed from my luggage. All of the equipment has been washed in the shower of the Water Spirit (Undine) called for earlier by the Summoner. Monster fluids can hurt equipment. I won't let you wash yourself after the battle.

"What do you mean it's not working? Direct successor."

Next door was Torah, who similarly broke his hips deep and washed his fancy sticks.

Sometimes it's the same second party, and they've been acting like squads lately. Demiquas is always alone in the mood, and Lugius and Federico are still members of the [Silver Sword] and have things to do, such as message and work with other squads. Siroe seems to have settled into this full-laden consultancy or staff officer position. William calls me all the time.

Then, inevitably, there will be a lot of direct inheritance.

"Maybe no matter how much you wash, the blood stain won't come off. Is it a curse?"

"You call yourselves idols by the word eggs."

"Charisma like me is very popular by nature. Because it's cute."

"Really? Festival"

Today's quest is not over yet. Since it is past noon, I am preparing to take a break from exploration and eat. I take care of my gear, which of course means taking care of it, but half of it is hand-held.

I'm not talking about gear.

"Really? Could you have been aware of me?

"I don't think so."

I completely deny the direct line.

If you like it or not, I don't hate Torah.

One way or another, you'll fall into your favorite category, the direct line thinks.

Anyway, it's easy talking and I don't get tired. Especially when you're having this mindless conversation, I think. You're not using your brain at all. A conversation like Aye is refreshing itself in a way. My direct line thinks that being stupid has a great healing effect. I'm not aiming for a tattoo with hobbies.

"You're not well. Stuffed?"

"Look at that."

"I wonder if minisca would have been better, not hot pants,"

"Get away from there."

"No, it's more of a sticky tease."

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The direct line peels off, "Yeah, get away, uh-huh." I honestly have trouble grabbing you like this. Tora is small, and her body is light and supple, and her direct line jumps into her nostalgia in no time. I can't even intercept with force, so I always turn to the back.

Tora knows how to make fun of herself for direct succession. In other words, harassment. Sexual vices. They're bad around you knowing you're cute, too.

"That's more or less it. Aren't you glad to see the bread?"

"Ooh?

The words were released so naturally that the direct line could not be returned successfully.

"Something like this, lucky! It feels so twisted, doesn't it? That's a cute kid like me. I mean, you can work hard today, hi-touch with God! Like, you feel like that."

I don't mean to make fun of direct succession, but honestly, I have to agree with the Torah word, whatever the surface is, direct succession. I really think you're right. Of course I won't put it in my attitude.

"Even so, you."

"I know that feeling better than anyone. Boom! I knew it was a natural idol. Hey! Sometimes you can."

That makes me snort and smile good and look at Torah, he's a big guy. I think it's a direct line. Regardless of the other details, this [Therapeutic Cleric] (Doya Face Healer) laughs really well.

That is a great beauty. I firmly believe that smiling is the biggest gift a girl can make to her surroundings.

So when you get tangled up in Torah, you'll remember Marielle.

Smile connection.

That's pretty frequent. I remember Marielle quite a bit, even without Torah.

I'm not looking for that soft pressure, but I think it's troublesome.

It would have been a lot easier if it had been the original planet. My direct succession had been successful in getting a job, and it was a time when my life had stabilized. Even without her, it was a long time there, and there was no obstacle. [Adventurer] Life is fun and rewarding, but I think it's too unstable to think about that (,,,,). Runaway. So Marielle's side feels important. She said it was not good to spend too much time, and the direct line scratched her cheeks.

"Wow. That's not what I'm talking about!

"Wow!? Why are you suddenly screaming?"

The Torah is surprised that it was time to re-approach the direct line, striking his little buttocks on the cold stone floor of the ruins. The direct line waves to deceive, "It's not, it's not. But I'm sorry," he helped me wake up.

The direct successor snapped, "That's the kind of life I have, the festival," so as to delude me into thinking about it.

"Direct Successor, don't you look like your classmate saw you and found out that you confessed to a beautiful teacher on the elementary school test?

"Oh, my God. That strangely specific pointer."

"Hehe. So, what's not working?"

I won't miss it, with the look on my face, but as a direct successor, it would be more helpful if you pursued that way. So I'll take a good look at that misconception.

"Oh, actually, it's about Shiro," he said, making a more difficult look.

Tora makes her proud look even more radiant. What that means is, "That's me! You're smart to ask critical questions! Around?" Putting my chest up without meaning. Torah seemed helpless and stupid.

Now, the direct successor can't just be healed by Torah.

It's not good, but let's think about how we talked about it.

"Oops, it's a mess."

That's when Federico approached me and stuck with a dish like a box. Looks like plenty of brown stew and asparagus in there. The direct line I was thinking about gave me a beat to notice, but Torah said with a full grin, "Thank you, Mr. Federico!" and is receiving it quickly.

Just name the idol, and Tora's popularity is high. I was quickly accepted by this Reid member, and he is adored. There even seems to be a slight fan presence.

Federico smiled on his beard and said, "I mean, that's okay." Looking at how you handed the two of them away, maybe you're an easy person to hang out with, not by the looks of it. It will also be delivered to Demiquas and Lugius. The pair of "Silver Swords" are taking on this kind of chore. I didn't think I could count on my previous reputation.

"Let's eat fast. Direct successor. And let's confess what's not working."

"Ah."

Direct line searches for a good place to sit in response to a raw call.

This is one of the countless small rooms in this zone, the Naruto Road (Abyssal Shaft). Even though it was a small room, that was the word when compared to the size of the dungeon, in fact there were fifteen meters square, a space the size of which cut the smaller gymnasium into squares. The giant pillars are not magnificent but sculpted, and the atmosphere is like a religious establishment or palace, with a camel-shaped roof emitting high, pale light.

There were countless rooms in this vicinity that resembled this space. Half a day into today's exploration, we've been licking those compartments and eliminating the monsters that show up.

Instead of benching the columns of granite that collapsed and crushed in good condition, the two sat on their hips.

"I'll have it."

"There you go, Takimara."

A surprisingly large piece of meat appeared on the stew I received. I think straight ahead with that on my cheeks. It's hard to explain. I'm sure Shiloe is at the heart of the problem, but it's a sensory story that it's not working.

If you cut it off easily, it means that the siloe looks kind of bitter.

But there is a part of a human being named Siloe who is struggling and is always chased to work with a lot of luggage on his back. Because of that, it seems that the siloe that one sees besides direct transmission always seems to suffer with a slightly troubled face.

I don't think that's true of direct succession.

He said he had a small, difficult face, and Siloe wants to do a lot of interesting things, and he can be quite out of hand and full of stuff. I often sleep at my desk when I get stuck.

But there is a weakness that siloes, which always seem to have difficult questions from unfamiliar and other large numbers, are difficult to understand even when they are really suffering. It's hard to realize the limits of Siloe's, who can't help herself while she roars from time to time and still eventually solves the problem. It's more about explaining it to the surroundings.

Because I can't even explain to you how to tell directly what face it is when it's a tough look but it's a pose and what face it really is a pinch. I can tell by direct transmission. But that, somehow.

Now Siloe will suffer a lot more than she looks.

But it doesn't even matter.

I can't explain it.

"Like Shiro," the direct line speaks slowly. "Nah, it's like a pinch."

"Is that so?

"Ooh."

"Then let's go and help. Let's do that."

I skewered asparagus with a fork and let Torah decide lightly.

Don't say that easily, it's hard, and the direct line responds.

"They say those glasses are belly black in the world, but belly black is more eye-catching. Is it okay if I call for help? Is it okay for you to do something like this? That's what I'm thinking."

"Oh well. The coconut is a drag."

I can't deny it's a hikikomori.

"You need an idol!

"I think we're gonna make it."

"Then why are you even in such a country hole?

That's because I need money, so I answered and the direct line realized that wasn't the answer to anything. Siloe doesn't have a hobby to look at and rejoice in for money. Money is a tool for something. Even at Crescent Moon. Now, this time, the question arises as to what it is to be used for, but speaking of which, direct succession does not know the answer.

At the Round Table meeting, it was to buy up the bank's zone. But getting a bank wasn't exactly Siloe's goal. That just needed a weapon to get Akiba's "Adventurer" to the negotiating table.

Get the money. What do you spend it for? What are the intentions of its use? Come to think of it, direct succession hasn't asked Shiloe that. A good friend named Siloe can be trusted even if he doesn't know it. But I had trouble explaining it to a third party.

(Reason, Reason...)

To the direct line that was twisting his neck, comes the word like a heaven.

"Probably, but to protect the house."

"Home, is it?"

"I'm not talking about a physical building. Where you live, in a sense like"

"So it's a guild?

"I wonder if it's not just the guild. I don't know."

The direct line continues the conversation as much as you can think of, grabbing the bread dipped in the stew.

"We need a roof full of rice to live. And then you're one of them. Where I can be with my people, I need to know how. The original world would be a family, and if it was this world now, it would be a guild or something."

The direct successor has seen Marielle and the Three Moons Alliance for the past six months.

A place where everyone can feel safe. A place where you can wake up, work, have dinner, make a scene for everyone and sleep a good night's sleep today.

The importance, the warmth, the gentle smile that supports it.

"But you know what, I still need a place to be."

"Huh?"

The direct line went on to say the words so as to persuade Torah that he did not understand. It was the task of drawing from one's deep place what the direct inheritance did not even know for itself.

"I mean, it's Akiba. You can't have just one guild of your own in a world of nothing. A lot of things are connected. Even the guild needs a place. Roles, allies, etc. There's a place where that kind of thing is connected, and it doesn't work, but it has to be taken care of."

Maybe it is.

I guess that's why Shiloe shook her voice desperately in that noise that led to the establishment of the Round Table Conference.

"A city is like a big house, too. If the city is not happy, many houses (guilds) there will not be happy. Everyone who lives in that house has to stay calm. Shiloe is the one who deals with the city and beyond to protect his little house."

"- Is that your address?"

The direct heir, who looked at Torah worried about whether his explanation had been properly communicated, found a different expression there than expected. That was the usual bragging, alas, and a gentle, strong smile.

"Protecting your home is important. That's the most important thing for us and the wolves. That's all I expect from my direct successor. Mr. Shiloe is an amazing guy. - As I was asking, that's more than that, right? I don't know what to do with them."

"Is that Light Indigo over there not working? It's a guild you don't listen to, but it's a catastrophe.

"No, that's not true. In keeping with what I just explained, Light Indigo is not a guild or a home, is it? Wait or workplace."

"What the hell, an idol training center?"

The direct line asked confused. But Tora said, "It was Ochiso-sama!," he joins his hands in a square dish and puffs his straight cheek with a slight laugh.

"It's more or less an idol training center. It's an idol that protects the place of all of us. I knew you were right to follow me! Sometimes my charisma sensor just startled me. I'm definitely going to hang out with this Reid until the end of the day because I skipped the Light Indigo thing!

To Torah's boastful smile, I didn't really know, and all I could say was, "Oops, Tam."

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"Pinky."

"Oh, you're not a maiden sneeze."

"No more sniffles."

Marielle was tempted by Henrietta at a warm dining table.

I look around to see if even the cold air has flowed from somewhere, but the dining room of the "Alliance of the Three Moons" is peace itself.

The dining room, which I hoped could be eaten by all of the guild, has high ceilings and spacious. The Middle-Moon Alliance is no longer a fine mid-level guild with more than forty people, so it's just hard to get that number. Still, we have two tables for sixteen, and if we gather the chairs, we can put them all in.

This room, which becomes a fuss even at mealtimes, is this time of shallow evening, when two guild masters, Marielle and her belly-hearted Henrietta. The relaxed air was flowing.

From the Catastrophe, Akiba's life was endless.

There were so many painful things, and so many happy things that I wanted to dance to. Through various events, it seemed that the city had slowly remembered what it was supposed to be from before and after the Balance Festival. Though not smiling enough to play right after the formation of the Round Table Conference, people with expressions began to walk through the city chewing on the happiness and richness of living steadily and safely each day.

The city of Akiba is enjoying a calm time, although it was a winter with harsher chills than the original world.

So did Marielle.

I've been distracted as an Alliance Master for about six months, but I've been making it easier lately. He said to Henrietta, "If you look that hard, you're gonna be an aunt tingly, aren't you?" That's why I was told. The moment you preached that sermon, it is unforgettable that the Alliance's family turned a blind eye from Marielle and laughed small. I didn't mean to do that myself, but I guess I was too nervous.

If you don't reflect, Marielle takes a soft sigh.

The person who preached, Henrietta, seems to have gotten a little easier these days.

I hear the cashier's office is helping tomorrow. As much as I am involved in the practical work of the Roundtable Conference, I go out more often, but I have enough time to have a relaxing afternoon like this.

The two old friends sipped cocoa in a thick mug so as to warm their palms.

…… ……

"Oh, Nanami? What's the matter with you?

Henrietta rushed to the young girl, who glanced through the door and ran one after the other. The girl, who bypasses that henrietta small and reluctantly glances from the side of Marielle from the edge of the table, moves her eyes slightly.

This girl, who recently joined the Alliance, is still shallow and knowledgeable from accession.

Henrietta, one of the causes of this, pretends to drink cocoa coolly with her gaze off, but Marielle didn't miss her lip scratches.

On the day Nanami came to this guild, the ecstatic Henrietta fumbled the girl with momentum, like a coin laundry big dryer, to feed her a change of clothes that would be troublesome to count from thirty. Finally, her best friend, who cried and was fiercely protested by the (assassin's) flying swallow, has since restrained herself from cat cuteness.

But even as Henrietta reflected, I guess it was a light horror for Nanami at the time. At times like this, my hips are running away a little.

"Do you want to come to your knees?

Marielle turned her arms around Nanami's waist and held her up one by one over her knees.

For Nanami, who is still young, that will finally allow her to see wide on the table.

Sometimes it seats sixteen people. On a large, long table, woodworking tools such as a sculpture knife that Marier was working on and maple ends stuffed with eyes. Plus the estimates of income and expenditure that Henrietta was relaxing to calculate, cocoa for two, cloth bags, etc., are spread out. It is Henrietta who returns the sculpture knife to the bag to ensure its safety. Marielle is always grateful that these parts seem to flow.

Marielle felt nature and her cheeks bare as she rounded her eyes to curiosity and held Nanami's buttocks moving. I don't know exactly, but a lot of things seemed so loving.

The living room was warm and serene, illuminated by soft magical lighting. A part of the kitchen is visible from the large opening, inside two cooks sifting their arms to the evening meal branch. A bright reply welcoming it to the speech of walking down the hall if you clear your ears, to the greeting of your fellow returning from the outside.

Nanami smelled washed laundry. Probably Marielle with him. It was like a family bond to Marie.

"Would you like some cocoa? Or are you looking for Flying Swallow?

Nanami, surprised by Henrietta, who offered him a mug with a small neck, looked up at his face, looked at the cocoa and looked at Henrietta again. "When I got it," Marielle smiled at the young girl looking back to ask what she was going to do.

The mug I received with my hands so as not to spill was still big for Nanami and it seemed like it was finally time to drink carefully using both hands.

I guess its sweetness was shocking.

Nanami is solidified with a startled look.

From the perspective of the Adventurer, this girl was an unpopular chunk, and everything in her eyes was rare and she couldn't wait to know. Members of the Interesting March Alliance adore her and make her do a lot of things. But when it came to Nanami himself, he still seemed to love Flying Swallow the first time he knew him the most. Where Flying Swallow isn't, he's cowardly, and his gaze is always looking for his dependable brother.

(You know, if I could just slow down and feel safe. Yeah, I know.)

Marielle thought of that, being careful not to let Nanami slip off her knees.

Nanami suddenly hardened when she drank it.

Peeping into signs of trouble, the cocoa is down to the rest of the bite.

I drank it myself, what can I do, even though it belongs to Henrietta!! - But you think, Marielle smiles at Nanami, who gets badly butted and suspicious of behavior.

"Mm-hmm. You don't have to worry about it. Yep. Yan. Let Umeko stay like that."

"I'm not angry at you for calling me Umeko."

Marielle exaggerates and frightens her to a bottom-cold cling. The frightening nanami is adorable compared to the alternating look on that face, and the two blow out. With that interaction, I was convinced that Henrietta was feeling as warm as I was, and Marielle was extra happy. Of course, no guild, I'm proud of that.

- Hey, it's cold out here!

With a cheerful voice of content that can't even be a greeting home, Nanami looks around stretching her spine like a spring trick.

"Looks like a flying swallow. It must be the entrance hall."

Nanami, unaware of Henrietta's subtle thoughts of scoring, jumped just off Marielle's knees when she nodded with an expression of gratitude. When she hugs Marielle with a smile on her face, she leaves for the entrance hall in a slightly dangerous foothold.

"Ugh."

"What's going on?

"You're a little jealous of that flying swallow."

"Don't say that, because Umeko makes you pee in horror..."

"Marleye."

And two people laugh at each other when they dull.

Marielle can't help but be glad to see her old best friend like this.

"- So did you sneeze earlier, direct successor?"

"Hiwa!?

But the heavens were short.

My best friend, who should have had the grin that his heart had made sense, is so mean it is with a slight grin that he sets up his pursuit.

"Are you a direct successor, were you rumored to be a direct successor?

"There's no way I know that!

How much of a magic world is this, and there's not enough fantasy for that to be immediately intuitive.

"Okay, I'll check in on the reading now"

Marielle was cornered in a Clever response that blasphemed her fantasy.

I also feel Marielle's regrets have exceeded a hundred times, wondering if it could have been a mistake to have had a love bana consultation with this best friend. Henrietta is indeed a competent worker who carries out a huge amount of work every day, but she is also a hobbyist enough to deserve it, and her representative is the girl's girlfriend, Marie, snoring. It's my aunt. Scary.

"Hin. I said I was patient."

"Why?

Why did they say that? That's not necessary. Marielle crushes her toes in her mouth. I didn't know what face to look like, kept my gaze off, and still willing to resist, I twisted my right fingertip with my left fingertip.

"Let it be."

"Yes?"

"Once a day, it's 21: 00 after dinner,"

……

Silence ensued as Marielle took the words she threw down and slowly digested and chewed them. And after that, Henrietta replied "Ah" with a distracted voice.

"Ha!?

"Don't say that again!

Marielle says back to Henrietta, a rare expression with her mouth squared open.

"'Cause that's a massive fight over there. (Reid) What? You're working hard! Live or die itchy, but die! But I'm sure Nao Yan will fight so hard, Shiro boy, I'm desperate to think, you can't let us get in the way. That's why we have a camp. We only have to talk about it at night."

Henrietta sighed as she put her fingertips on her temples to give her a headache.

Totally rude best friend. He hasn't conveyed Marielle's concern.

"I'm not asking you that, no, maybe that's what... So, you talk every day?

"Saya."

I'm not sure. Marielle nods.

"I wonder how Akiba is doing. I wonder how Akatsuki is doing. I'll report it. Speaking of which, we talked about Nanami yesterday. Did you make Nanami a new smock? That's the story. And then I bought a rubber manager with me, and we talked about Flying Swallow and Nanami dancing in the front door. Plus, we talked about the new tandoori chicken. I hope I don't want to eat with you or eat with you. I'm sure you'll be able to hit three pieces because you're physically fit? Maybe four from Spicy Ya! Then Lassie said it was delicious, and I thought you two would like to go out and eat, so what's taking me so long? You think Henrietta was delicious, too, Tandoori?

"Ha."

Henrietta stood up with a kind of heartburn look.

"What have you done?

"I will deliver to the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee before dinner."

"Oh well."

"I'm still hungry and I can't make dinner. If it's really Marie, it's already... I don't know..."

Marielle dropped her shoulder holding the paperwork pinch and dropped off her best friend leaving the living room with her hands around her. This is the most recent routine of the Three Moons Alliance.

Marielle added one white star on the winning table in Henrietta's brain, unaware of Marielle either.

This victory and defeat was no less than a massive battle, and it was a fierce combination of stars.

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As the scouts have reported, in the middle of the giant colosseum in the form of a rind bowl, the dull dark purple armor stood still in a kneeling position. If you measure a distance of more than 100 meters with the "Lock-on Site" of the "Artillery Man", its height will probably be about sixteen meters. Probably like a golem or a giant.

Reid Boss's sensing range is vast but also unique. Perhaps in this case, the battle will begin where Williams and his team have entered the Colosseum arena.

The enemy is Luceart in the Seven Gardens.

For William, an enemy with the same appearance as Luceart of the Seven Prisons, who fought many times in "Haylose's Nine Prisons". Perhaps its abilities and tactics are also enhanced, while retaining its characteristics. According to the forcible reconnaissance of the scouts, White Knight Mode and Black Knight Mode also appear to exist in the "Luceart of the Seven Gardens". I remember him as a difficult boss to attack while switching between two performances.

William raises his hand to shoulder height.

That's all I found to concentrate the gaze of Reid members.

The meeting is done in advance. The reconnaissance team stormed several times and, while dead, brought back valuable information. The tactical construction of the overlays also admits that the Siloe of the Horizon of Records has a "five-fifths chance of winning". That's not a bad number for the first war.

Twitching, and the heat swelled behind me.

Capturing the desk, William waves straight off.

As instructed, the troops flowed like rivers cut off by weirs. Run down the white-gray viewing seat with the first unit at the head.

Down to slip through a desolate, collapsed wall, forward, forward.

Generally speaking, the monster's range of attack is proportional to its immensity.

The attack range of "Green Kid" (Goblin), which is only about 140 tall, is only a few dozen centimeters if you're bare, and about a meter if you put foot judgment or spears in the calculation. But if that were to be the "Grey Ghost" (Troll), two metres tall, the range of the swinging stick would have to look at three metres. Given the size of the giant reid boss in front of you, you have to think that the offensive range is pretty extensive.

Over the past few days, Silver Sword has repeated a line of training to remember reference points such as 10m, 15m and 20m with sight and body feel. This will not lead to missightings of this enormous enemy.

But that, too, starts with a blow. First, we must dive into the opponent's range of attack, and the avant-garde must reach its front line and place vulnerable wizards and remote attackers in the outer security zone. Even if I had to reposition the attack during the battle, there is a difference in my range in the rush. Or unless you use tactics such as positioning by blind spots, you can't let a guard position outperform an attack on a Reid boss. Their blow is so heavy.

Dinkron, running at the head of the turbulence, ran into the 20-metre zone to cleave. Rising suddenly like a life-threatening "Luceat in the Seven Gardens". Let the crimson light leaking from the crevices of the cheeks, similar to the mechanical armor, flow like a liquid and shake a giant axe spear (Halvard). A shielded dinklon was seen eating up his teeth and preparing for impact. The effort was fruitful and the "Guardian Warrior" of the "Silver Sword", who consolidated himself in heavy armor, stops Reid Boss from firing his first shot.

The damage is minor. Something like about 10% of total HP?

But that doesn't mean the enemy is less aggressive. Before the start of the battle, Dinkron received a Damage Blocking Magic. The spell inflicted by a high-ranking "Divine Officer" (Kannagi) nullifies about 4500 damage the subject is supposed to take. In other words, it was deactivated and damaged. Without that barrier spell, you'd be losing more than 30% of your HP in the current blow.

It was a terrible offense.

But even it's woven. Disarmed Damage Blocks are immediately reallocated.

Dinkron, the leader of the first party, is the most rigid in terms of the tip and arrow of this unit. One healing spell after another, the steel warrior reached the foot of the "Luceart of the Seven Gardens" and used it to carry on provocative stunts such as "Anchor Howl" and "Towing Shuut".

This is where the battle begins.

"Attack, go!

William informs everyone from the third party.

With the backup song of The Bard, colorful magic and shooting attacks descend on the Reid Boss. Although it is difficult to confirm in all these large-scale battles, a tremendous number of debilitating effects are now accumulating in Luceart. The meaning of incorporating all twelve professions into full-raids is also here. The same weak effect does not accumulate, with exceptions, but the multifaceted siege net by various classes only works against powerful enemies.

My vision clouded for a moment at the onset of the attack, and I heard a severe explosion that rocked the earth.

Luceart swung a giant steel weapon around a dozen meters. Two people are killed in that blow, and several who were challenging melee fights are dropped to a state of imminent death.

Even Dinkron was a vicious blow losing half that HP.

But the battle line of the Silver Sword does not disintegrate.

The inherent resuscitation spell of the "Divine Officer", "Prayer for Soul Calling," causes the dead to be transferred to the feet of the surgeon for resuscitation. In addition to a convenient spell that simultaneously allows you to evacuate and resurrect to a safe distance, Summoner (Summoner), who summoned Red Jade Beast (Carbuncle), chants Fantasmal Heels. Exceptional among magical attack positions, this HP Recovery Spell does not extend to the Recovery Spell of the incumbent, but appears to work well enough to relieve their burdens.

Restorative positions other than "Divine Officers" give top priority to the healing of wounded members, and Dinkron will not step back from Luceart's attack during that time.

A powerful blow that sweeps away the perimeter earlier would be a special attack by the Reid Boss.

Now members of the Silver Sword burned the blow to their eyes. Grabbing the root of a fluffy, adorable mammal (Carbuncle) next to William, Mutsa painful (Summoner) begins to count the numbers with a resolute voice like steel. Everyone is listening to that sounding voice.

Conditions exist for Laid Boss's massive attack without exception.

One of the major conditions is the player's "adventurer" style of reuse regulation time (recast time). Powerful attacks cannot be unleashed in a row. Each move has its own cooling period. I don't know if that time is ten or thirty seconds, but that cooling time should exist.

The Summoner follows the meeting and counts to measure it. Of course, you don't loosen your hand in a magical attack, and you don't fail to respond to combat situations.

In the days when "Elder Tail" was a game, I was glad that such a count was an external program or a stopwatch offered next to the monitor, even if it was a low-tech response. All of Reid Boss's actions were analyzed in milliseconds from the reference video in which he recorded the play, matched with logs to get the damage, attributes, range, spacing, motion, penetration, critical rate, and all of the attack round-naked.

Those challenging the battle (Raiders) shared the information in the cloud service, considered it in the chat room, and attacked with the most efficient and up-to-date tactics.

"18, 19, 20, 21..."

A plundering but tense tenor overlaps the sound of a sword, the sound of a clashing steel, the sound of thunderbolts and flames running through the air.

The members sharpen their five senses, overhear their voices, and desperately devour the enemies in front of them.

In this world where everything has been swallowed up in chaos, the Silver Sword has rebuilt such primitive and unusual tactics.

One might say the once mighty guild's zero appearance.

A muddy, soft-hearted, and still greedy prayer for victory is included in that count.

When the count reached twenty-six with flesh voices, [Luceart of the Seven Gardens] shook a large axe spear of steel. An earlier terrible blow comes.

But there is no fear in William's people.

Assassin (Assassin) and Swordsman (Swashbuckler) came to life.

"Bard" (Bird) and "Forest Curse" (Druid) ranged as they were played.

To the warriors who have chosen to endure, "Cleric" projects (cast) a Defense Improvement Spell (Buff) as soon as it arrows.

This correspondence is excellent for the second time.

After the roaring storm passed, in the next attack, at least there were no victims that meant death.

Some lost a lot of HP, but the Recovery Squad spell heals it.

First of all, he attacked the enemy.

The edge of William's lips fishes ferociously.

It's not like this. Looking like the armor itself is a blade, this reid boss should still have a twisted way of attacking as much as he wants. This guy hasn't even changed his appearance yet.

But it's not bad. William shoots an arrow, thinking it's not a bad flow to this point.

That throat, while William himself was unconscious, said, "DPS (damage) you! Don't do it if you do, spin it up and scrape it!!," he exclaims fiercely.

I had enough arrows.

The offensive slammed a knife all the way to smash it, or put on a flaming spell, involving luceart in a range spell stained with light and darkness.

William can tell. Boss monsters like those that appear in the reid zone have enormous HP without exception. The amount is distracting enough. The ninety-four level Guardian Dinkron of a superior Reid guild like Silver Sword has just under 18,000 HP, but Reid's Boss Monster has an HP that ranges from 1,000 to 2,000 times that.

Let's say that the HP of "Luceart in the Seven Gardens" was visualized with meters, etc. That would make it look like it, but even if the offensive formation is launching an uninterrupted attack like this, the decline is really insignificant. Its twitchy decline will be unrecognizable on the meter and by the naked eye. But still, continuing to do so is the only way to defeat them.

"Careful, you're at your feet!

There is a sharp voice. This voice is Federico the Swordsman of Thieves.

From the foot of the "Lucéato of the Seven Gardens", which suddenly became blunt in motion, there was nothing black or liquid. I saw a move that was coming. It spread rapidly to soak the floor of the arena.

"Damaged, Attribute (Evil Poison)! Behavior, no, movement inhibition. Decreases attack speed and power."

The voice of Dinkron's report arrives. At its feet, if you look, something like black mucus emits a slight amount of electric light, while trying to tangle Dinkron's plate boots.

William hesitates for a moment.

It's minor, though it's damaging.

Glittering electric light is an attack bounced by damage blocking. The fact that all that little brilliance happens in a row and that the barrier hasn't been breached is a small proof of the damage. It also shows that even the Melee Attack members, inferior to Dinkron in Defense, are not seriously damaged.

Only to that extent of damage, but also a special attack to inhibit movement - the moment William regained his sense of crisis, "Luceart in the Seven Gardens" started walking in heavy footsteps.

Dinkron overlaps the Anchor Howl in an attempt to stop the move. But it is deactivated. They put up an unusual bouncing effect and drained the surface of Luceart's armor.

Widespread restraint attack with less damage.

William screams when he realizes the intention.

"Range blocked! Range restored!

Troops move like that scream tapped on the switch.

A barrier similar to a translucent dome, a pale, shining defensive spell, and an orange thin piece representing a reaction-activated recovery were, however, blown away by a single blow. The metal body of Luceart in the Seven Gardens, which began to ravage, was more of a weapon than a monster. Huge architectural machines jump around with cat agility. Swinging to lick the ground, Halvard tries to prune the "Silver Sword" like a reed or a bunch of straw.

But still.

More than half the members remain.

And the voices continue to count, frightened by the hurt but not retreating.

"The primary healer has anterior fibers! Two squads down, resuscitate, three or four. Drop the damage. 70%, recovery priority!

William laughed uncontrollably in the back of his throat.

I licked it and it drowned by my nose. That tasted like blood.

It's like simmering iron. That tastes like a massive battle William wants.

Enemies are strong, as you can imagine, beyond expectations.

And Williams and the others are still standing.

The battle has just begun.