Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"Hi there."

"Ooh, I'm surprised. Sounds like you can see me, right?

When Fujiwara looks up at the void and greets him, the voice of Caligula, which should not exist, returns.

Apparently he sees that clown.

They started the conversation.

"I've heard there are some very dangerous grant tools (antiques) here"

"Like there's a nice toy?

"I'll give you the due thanks, will you?

"I don't mind."

"Is that true?

"Let's go. But if only you could play with the corpses here."

Hungry Shahou coming down the hallway upstairs.

Landing while destroying the floor. I'm waving my fist at Fujiwara in front of me without question.

It's unfolding as expected.

Fujiwara is already out of the sanctuary. He will definitely die if he doesn't avoid it somehow than he has no help to prevent an attack, but he won't even try to move off the spot.

……

It's like shaking hands.

I just gently offered him my right hand.

That's just how he works, and a monster as big as he looks up steps on the floor, stopping that attack, which has been unleashed with all his might.

"I should play for you, right?

When Fujiwara says so, he disappears from the spot.

I don't know how to move that. He traveled at a rate that even Igor's forged kinetic vision could not capture his initial steps.

He appears on the right shoulder of Hungry Sha Xiao, who nearly collapses after losing his place of power, touching him to stroke the indirect. There was a severe crack and the brachial bone came off lightly.

Hungry Shahou tried to reach and grab his left hand while falling forward, but disappeared again without sound.

Appearing on the lumbar bone of the hungry samurai, he breaks the joint between the pelvis and the left femur and leaves again so that he can stroke it.

One site after another is destroyed and the starving sha sha sha is collapsing.

"What's that move...?

Igor was just gleefully watching what was happening in front of him.

If he were an armed sorcerer, using a short distance transfer without chanting, it would be possible to divine like that.

If he had the physical ability of a lizard, he might be able to do it with his bare hands.

But he's just an appraiser.

But why can you imitate it like that?

Hungry Shahou, who is supposed to be the top monster in this dungeon, was treated like a baby.

Eventually the giant bone monster completely disintegrates with cancer cancer like all skeletons have lost power. Fujiwara will be the only one standing on the spot.

"... Hmm. I see. Hey."

A voice that convinced me of something caligula out of nowhere.

"Yours is" Giant's (Gauntlet) Caged Hand "and" Seven Mile Shoes ", right?

"... you know very well"

Fujiwara is letting her gaze wander with her annoying face. Apparently, the Dodo is flying around him.

"Then you seem to be wearing the granting tools all over your body. Hmm, it's just a collection of rare toys."

Fujiwara's strength seems to have something to do with granting tools.

If you ask me, he's dressed oddly.

It's not just a big cage hand or streamlined boots to disproportionate wrapped around the right arm only.

All his fingers were fitted with rings, and besides that, he solidified himself with collars, bracelets, foot rings and other ornaments that could be described as excessive.

"But I can see my starving sardines (Margherita), and they're pretty rare species (rare), too. It was pretty hard to build, and it cost a thousand skeletons. It's sturdy enough not to break my joints."

Igor's voice is calm everywhere. Anger and impatience are not even dusty and pleasant when the prized handkerchief is unilaterally destroyed.

"So I'm not playing for you any more. Hey?

The bones that were falling apart in visible form, magical and begin to move.

Floating in the universe, gathering and joining together in good spirits. shah, makes a proper sound and restores it to its original skeleton.

Hungry Shahou is a troublesome opponent.

It is an undead monster with the characteristic of staying in motion until it destroys not a single piece of stored bone, therefore the exorcism requires guts and effort.

At the same time, the red hungry sandpiper, which until then had refrained in the back, moved out.

I wondered if Hungry Sha would come out to join forces as a time buyer until he was restored.

shah!

But I'm acting unexpectedly.

After beating and destroying the hungry sandbox that was about to return to its original appearance, he crawls down and starts something with bones scattered all over the floor. Boo... Boo... Koku... The sound of you chewing it up with your jaw. It was a mystery how you intend to take it into your body, but apparently you are greedy.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Red Hungry Sandy (Elizabeth) Chan. She's a bad boy. You can't eat your friends, can you? You know what, town?

A voice that softens Caligula's children.

But it is also an interesting breeze somewhere.

I continue to eat without worrying about the red starvation.

Fujiwara also looks at the situation with a troubled face.

Did you say he screwed his nose out or ate a shoulder watermark? He's confused about how to attack him.

"Bye... well... okay"

The red hungry sandpiper waved only his right arm rampantly, without even raising his face.

It was like chasing a flying pigeon nearby. Whatever the attack may be, there is not enough distance (reach) in the first place.

But his arm stretched out suddenly, and his speed increased as he twisted like a snake, and he hit Fujiwara.

Fujiwara doesn't panic.

As if I had been reading it, I tapped it off with my right arm cage hand without difficulty.

Red Hungry Shahou continued his meal, already wielding the rest of his left arm as well. The bones themselves are not just stretched out. The joints of the arms and the number of bones seem to be underpinned.

Fujiwara dealt with it with her hands again, as she attacked her like a whip.

……

They have reached the limit of their endurance, though they have prevented an attack. The cage hand falls apart and smashes apart there.

The Red Hungry Shahou attack continued even further.

Each arm stretched out at one end, contracted. Now wave your arms together.

Fujiwara, who should have lost the art of paying, is not trying to move the spot and is trying to take something out of his lumbar bag. Metastasis and avoidance at the point of contact. Appear somewhere else nearby immediately.

Both arms were reading the movement. Increase joints, bend at right angles, track. He bit Fujiwara without giving it while Fujiwara metastasized again.

Direct hit. Appraiser's body is pierced. But he seeps like a statue on the water, seeps through, disappears.

It's not metastasis, it's illusion magic.

"Phantom Cloak."

Appearing elsewhere, he gently placed the tools he had taken out earlier on the floor, as if nothing had happened.

That's a scale.

The fulcrum is just a man-shaped statue, which is like taking on a scaling stick.

But at first glance it is broken. Because the dish was leaning badly even though I didn't put my stomach on it.

"'The Fool's Balance'"

Shit.

A stretched arm of red starving sand crashed to the ground where it suddenly became heavier. He plunges into the floor and stops moving as if it had taken him many times more weight to add.

The undead monsters who were nearby also suddenly stopped again.

As if he was carrying a heavy stone on his back, he stomped on his body.

By phenomena as if they had used gravitational sorcery, one enemy after another pokes his knee, snaps to the floor and crumbles.

"Heh... that's a pretty funny toy... I think it's pretty rare to blunt the movement of Elizabeth Zhu."

Zhu Hung Sha Xiao is also under load on his body as well as his arms.

From crawling, he's struggling to get up somehow.

face up in an unscrupulous motion.

Horrible black smoke drifting at the edge of its mouth.

So, Poison May Rain.

The smoke spit out by Zhu Hung Sha Qi blows up all at once.

Because of its nature, it does not look like it will be subjected to a load. It will be able to stand around any longer and try to pollute the air throughout the square while it rains something like rain.

"'The Sword of Permafrost (Cocutose)'"

Fujiwara appeared a fine sword on hand, sticking it straight to the ground.

The next moment, the room cools all at once.

The smoke that was generating freezes off the edge and smashes and scatters just before it reaches the source of Fujiwara.

More frost falls on the floor, starts to grow rapidly and becomes like a crystal, gradually icing the undead monsters that were around him from his feet, sealing his movements.

"Not as good as it gets. Sounds like a powerful ice-conditioning tool."

But only the red starving sand seemed ineffective.

Forcefully peeling off the frost beneath his feet, he takes a step forward, even as he is stirred by the load of gravity that is still going on.

"Then"

Fujiwara removes the new grant tool from the lumbar bag.

That was a thick, big book.