Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Hey, this looks impossible, doesn't it?

Isma is blurry as she pushes herself against her chest and fogs the poison of "Burst Head", which is so concentrated that it can no longer be called a temper.

Breathe like crazy (Burst Head).

Half the composition of this dark cloud, however, was also a spore that rose when the masses around it swept down the affected mushrooms.

"I don't feel like losing a firepower battle, but it's a lot of trouble. You can't hammer your regenerative abilities, and you're too big to prey on the Ibizas! What's going on with the blown head already growing! I want to be quiet because I'm going to run around and spill the poison."

"My God:" Ibizus was good at flaming and geothermal systems. "

"If you sprinkle a big spark like that in a place like this, it's a chain explosion like just now, and let's blow up every single one of these hierarchies. You're a pain in the ass, you poison gas!

"It's like being raging around without question with gunpowder all over it. I see, compatibly, this type was the most troublesome thing.... I'm sorry. If you're just Isma, you can break through with ease. This mushroom forest shouldn't have been this big once, either, but when..."

The flesh of Ibizus, once worshipped by the family of Betsallion as "God," had completely nullified all the flickering poisons of the alien monster: the Burst Head.

In other words, the captive princess witch: Isma can go without great difficulty if she avoids engaging to help Ele and just moves on to the next hierarchy.

The problem was that there were two rescuers, one of whom was in his arms.

"Elma. Can't you smoke" Chi Chi "from me in Energy Drain? Hey, I think I can recover."

"It seems wiser to stop. Spindle Energy's bypass capacity is too different, and maybe as soon as you connect it, you can play Elma."

The same response came from Rattegart's expectations.

And that prediction is correct.

Despite being graced by the true knight of purity, his maiden Rattegart, Isma's flesh still remains a desolate god: "Ibis".

This indicates that the vessels (capacity) in "Hiragana" are significantly different digits.

If you're a human being, it's proof that you can still afford the energy that's stored there by doing the Battle Maiden's Grace: The Valkyries Pact.

"If I tied it to something so amazing, it would really break"

Desolate Gods emanating from Isma: The divinity of "Ibizus" was protecting Elma, who buried her face in its chest, from the clouds of venom, but at the same time aroused intolerable sensuality.

The tone was glossy and the eyes were moist as if waiting for a connection, but the direct connection was still out of the question.

If so, there is nothing else we can do about the unusual monster that runs around: "Burst Head".

I don't think so.

"I'm in trouble. I hope we can at least get through this."

From previous history, there is hesitation in Elma's tone to know that all of these alien nuclei (cores) are former compatriots.

Yes, Isma's views were very different.

"Sounds impossible. Or maybe this Burst Head doesn't have a nuclear self anymore."

"What do you mean?

Flying around a small rock shelf, Isma had not stopped observing while earning distance.

"His head. There's like a gelatinous sarcoma, right? It's like a geometry sticking out of it, and it's a part of a statue... Is that a collection of" Greed Gates "?

Squeezing his chin and pointing, Isma says.

"" Greed Gate "?! I mean, you want to say" pseudo-spindle circuit "aggregates, right?

Shows Elma, stunned and raising her eyes, yeah, nodding.

The mad old doctors explained to you that the Grid Gate was a different species, or part of it, right?

"It really is... what do you mean?

"Maybe, but... I wonder if the" burst head "itself is a vehicle that automatically inherits and strips the flesh of mushrooms and hosts around here."

"The Grid Gate ride? What do you mean... what do you mean? Just so you know, foolish Elma."

Yeah, and Isma nods.

"I was wondering what these mushrooms are nutritious about. This is why we can reproduce so explosively here. Isn't that a corpse? It belongs to the Hilkos, too. Isn't it?

But where was the Grid Gate that was attached to that body? Lost? Disassembled and absorbed by mushrooms?

No, I'm not.

In other words, I'm telling you that the "Greed Gate" that was embedded in everyone who worked here (...) wasn't absorbed by mushrooms as nutrients. Conversely, the pseudo-will to put together mushrooms, and then tie each other together to exchange the nucleus of Burst Head. No, as a self, didn't you re-braid yourself?

I think that's why I'm here.

Otherwise, the motion of the area erased by the explosion earlier, the regenerative force...... weird. "

To Isma's point, Elma holds her mouth and breathes.

The speculation is absurd, but convincing.

"But where do you get such a giant skeleton for as much as you want!

"Probably, but now that it's a mushroom forest, we've just split the dragon that Ibizus once hunted and washed it with water from Tashtoka's water hole, haven't we? These guys grew up nourishing their blood with the wind blowing in their sinuses and the light transmitting from their mineral veins. That's where the Hilcos with the Grid Gate overlap."

This is some kind of worm poison -- a ritual in which countless worms are thrown in and fed together to grow the last surviving one into a powerful catalyst for curse, itself.

says Isma as she strokes her chin.

"Well, that's..."

"The remnants of the dragon's unreusable skeleton and the affected mushrooms, then the bodies and resentments of the“ Hilco ”s. It's a doll that manipulates the" Grid Gate "and makes it act like a creature, remembering that it accumulates too much" Nerd "and behaves as if there was a" Will ".

So there is no "will", no thoughts, no personality in the true sense. Yet you're wearing a statue. I wonder if you're going to be doing a simulation. Into the Will. "

Cold climbed up Elma's spine to Isma's vivid reasoning and the various hypotheses derived from it.

"No Will, no Thoughts, just reacting by mimicking creatures - what kind of organism is the" Greed Gate "? At the same time, I'm getting really interested, and I don't think I want to know."

Without even trying to hide his awe for Isma, he answered Erma looking up, but Isma did not.

"As a theoretical conclusion, if you pull that nasty geometry and statue from the flesh, you'll stop, but there's a big blade to cut. Ah, the Holy Sword of the Princess (...):" Rose Absolute "is so nasty. Here's the thing, it's one shot. Princess, I'm good at hanging up."

Izma put out the Princess of the Night Devil: Theonzafir and His Sword: "Rose Absolute" to collect.

The Great Sword of Fae exerts an incredible cutting capability due to the conduction of "Spindle Energy".

Indeed, it would take the destructive power of that class to be relative to the monster in the "Burst Head" class.

Elma is in the middle of something.

"I'm sorry. The Elmers just couldn't believe Isma. I can't help you with anything. 'Cause, you know, I thought they'd take it. I thought Theon was going to have a monopoly."

Guzu, and Elma cried, and Isma hastily stroked him.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be more dangerous to come with me. That's why I didn't take you. But I'm not letting Elma go anymore."

"Sister Ele, too?

"Of course."

Erma's expression loosens slightly to Isma's promise.

"That's a promise, after all, it's a cleaning subpoena, and I just have to clean it up all at once."

"Summoner! Do you have something for me?

"There's a cloud dragon... no, he's bracing. It's a tornado with lightning strikes. A spark (plug), a blowing pattern."

"Can you use Ca, Dragon, Dragon?! Isma, I knew it, it was amazing! You're a real dragon killer hero, aren't you? Oh, and yet you didn't use it when you dealt with us. I can't believe you noticed this, and you didn't notice that, Elma's idiot, stupid, and unthinkable!

The sparks are going to scatter with Elma's love heatup that won't stay, but Isma just scratches her head in the light.

"Hehe, I forgot I could use it -"

On the contrary, if summoned incorrectly, it could have blown up every Mount Siddhara by a chain explosion of thunderbraces and poisonous clouds.

"Humble! It's so itchy. masculine."

Erma, who takes Isma's earnestness with humility and uncertainty, has a very good personality in a way.

"And then summons in a direct path. That's why we have to control it in real time."

Erma peeled her eyes at Isma's leaked method.

I can understand what Isma thinks.

But that's a hell of a divorce.

Normally, the alien powers of the subpoena system do not work just because they are mastering it.

The dimensional gates for summoning and the way in which the summoning beast is trapped in a subspace prepared for another dimension, calling and serving this if necessary, are the alien entities bracketed as so-called "summoning systems".

But the problem is its contents.

The key subpoena must capture on its own, embed and teach the drive ceremony.

For this reason, the master of the alien powers of the subpoena system is not even extreme.

Especially mankind's summoning abilities were rare, a large system with more than a day's length in long-lived species like earthspiders, true knights, and serpent witches.

For the record, the Night Demon, the head of the long-lived species, doesn't really like summoners for some reason.

Something tells me there's something about them that conflicts with their aesthetics.

The alien powers of the subpoena system are quite different colors, especially laborious and time-consuming martial arts, especially among the battle styles of earthspiders that invade while disposing of equipment and consumables.

Sometimes it takes a year-by-year span to reuse it, but once called, the Summoner, who can override the battlefield, was the trump card to be used here.

As a matter of course, the price required is also out of digit.

We will skip that careful preparation, mediation and discipline, and Isma will cut the divorce of putting into immediate practice.

We now call upon the Summoner with force and will use this.

"Isma, whatever it is..."

"It's okay, I can do it. I'll take care of it. I mean, I'm about half done, right?

To begin with, Elma noticed that Isma was burning her curse with the Spindle before she escaped.

"What is this?

"A spell formation that replaces the burden of control on my shoulders. You have to make a big deal out of this, even if you call me a big guy, you can handle it."

Elma has no words for the magnitude of the digits of the tactics Isma tries to take.

How many big men do you want me to call?

"If your opponent is greedy, then this one is battling with bulimia (gruntney). Ah!

A hearty man, who is shifting militarily to Isma's tone, begins riding.

Isma was starting to run on the wall with Elma in her arms for as long as she could.

Insanity that imparts paranormal motor abilities: Using the Cloud Monkey Stride and yarn to run through overhanging walls is a testament to the left that Isma is already reaching Superman.

The leg draws one curse after another on the rock skin.

Techniques called "Uho" and "Heba" to complete the curse ceremony by stepping on the field. its final form.

And finally, after a long preparatory phase, Isma opened a huge summoning gate.

Impossible in common sense, but the Valkyrie's Pact has enabled the vessel of the wild god: Ibizus, which was filled with Him, even if not entirely.

"Ah, show up more than the abyss of dark oblivion! A tireless explorer. What swallows up mountains and dries up the ocean - The King of Hunger: Galan Baugh!

In response to Isma's call, the ground of the affected mushroom forest was directly connected to the cave of perpetual robbery, the dwelling house of the King of Hunger: "Galan Bau".

And it reveals itself by trying to trigger the twisted darkness.

Countless jaw gates (agate).

It is also a dehumanization of bulimia (grootney) with huge teeth specializing in crushing the opponent with tougher muscle strength than sharpness.

A giant, reminiscent of a castle constructed by infinite appetite, made a part of it appear here precisely.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

(Galan Baugh), who even tried to exhale and exhale, was the sound emitted by breathing heavily.