The day before the showdown. The three men in the infiltration had their own free time.
Mira tours the city in the name of nurturing English. In the game age, it is Mira's hobby these days to look at a market that has changed in thirty years, with rare materials with little distribution settling at common prices and vice versa.
Kagra is in close contact with each squad and pins the operation down. Apparently, the main discussion of the roles of both sides was conducted by Emera and others from separate teams who joined a while from the Fifty Bells League.
Cyril, by the way, was out in the wilderness. He continues to train demonic opponents to satisfy himself with new weapons, the Silver Devastating Sword. At first glance, the technique seems to really cross the line, but if you try it in person, it's still not enough.
Thus the day passed, and the day changed, and it was the middle of the night on the day of the showdown.
"Grandpa, wake up! Come on, come on!
"Nooo...... What a noise."
Mira was taking a bath and eating as usual and asleep as early as tomorrow. But then suddenly Kagra woke me up.
"We started a war. I'm coming out now!
"What...!?"
According to Kagra's story, an emergency call earlier that some man, presumably an empty people, had suddenly appeared and raided the village was told by the first line of staff, Arioto.
"I'll give instructions to each team, so Grandpa hurries to tell Mr. Cyril about this."
Sooner or later, Kagra began contacting her using Yin Yang technique. Mira, who was rushed, said only one word, "Okay," and jumped out of the room and hurried to Cyril.
"Sero, stay awake. Wow."
A hallway lined with suite class rooms and a rather luxurious feel there. Later in the night Mira calls, busily knocking on the door there.
"Looks like something happened.... Hello, has it begun?
Cyril, who had not slept yet, opened the door immediately and peered into his face, seemed to notice the situation immediately from what Mira was doing.
"Um, you're right. Over there..."
"Ever, before that, Mr. Mira. You should stop walking in that outfit."
Talk fast. Yes, when Mira tries to mouth what she hears from Kagra, Cyril quickly takes out her cape and hangs it on Mira's shoulder.
"No...? Whoa! I forgot. Wow."
Looking down again, Mira stayed in her underwear when she woke up. But when he laughed without shaming the matter, Mira explained the situation on the spot that the man in the sky seemed to have moved.
"Okay. Let's hurry."
Cyril seemed to have already set up a schedule, and at the same time as he finishes listening to Mira, he leaves the room intact.
When Mira and the others return, Kagra, who just finished her instructions, looks back. And I frowned as soon as I could.
"... how dressed you are"
Kagra stared at Mira weaving a cloak that was not the right size. White skin peeks through the gap and looks extra glossy.
"Because the Lord hurries..."
"Ha... Let's get dressed anyway."
Where's the idiot who pops out with his underwear just because he's rushed. Swallow those words, Kagra picked up some rolling clothes by the bed and offered them away.
Mira nods "um......" in a pungent manner and begins to put her sleeves through her usual clothes. Cyril, at some point, was out the door.
After Mira's change of clothes and Cyril has just entered the room, details are finally told from Kagra.
According to reports from the squadrons, the base was in a state of chaos due to the raid of a man in the sky as planned. And earlier, he said, multiplied by that confusion, he had just instructed the first inning to storm.
"So we're leaving, too. Mira, have you forgotten anything?
"Mm-hmm. Ready!
"Ok then. Shall we go then?"
That's what I'm saying and taking a powerful step forward, Kagra. Mira calls out to Cagra like that, "Won't you ask Cyril?"
"It's not like Mira forgot her clothes, and Cyril wouldn't have to ask."
"Nooo..."
Mira can't say anything back and pointy her lips like infidelity rots. Cyril followed those two, smiling.
The three men who flew out of the inn were as fast as the wind, heading to the state-run facility where they found the entrance to the aisle leading to the home of Chimera Closen.
This time, there's no need to slip through security with the power of Words Lambell. Mira and the others break into the facility through the main entrance with dignity, rushing through the hallway and hypnotizing the officials Kagra met with a ceremonial note from one end to the other. After this, the home control unit is supposed to break in from here, so its support is also a combination of measures.
That's how they proceeded to the back and the Miras stepped into a restricted area.
In the deepest room. There was a door leading to the secret passage. The key is dialed like an old-fashioned vault, and Mira unlocks it while instantly checking the note retrieval number.
The tip through the door quickly had become a huge tunnel as if it had been dug for flood control. Moreover, it is either due to the power of the Spirit of Light or it is illuminated brightly to a far distance, even though no light source is found.
"This is also very bright."
Cyril narrows his eyes to light like day.
"Let's use the power of the Light Spirit. It's not like they're gonna use it in this kind of thing."
Mira stares abominably at the end of the tunnel. Kagra looked at Mira like that with the look of 'Don't You Tell Me' all the time.
Approximately thirty kilometers in a straight line to the main base. The three Miras had shown their full mobility, as some of the curves had no obstacles in the tunnel of one thing and overall good prospects.
The upheaval of the three was just harsh.
Unlike the facilities on the table, there is no one in the tunnel that has anything to do with chimera closen, so you don't have to hesitate to do anything absurd.
In fact, the working-like person of Chimera Clozen, encountered along the way, was rolling into the corner of the tunnel silently and wrapped around within seconds, no. A worker who is supposed to be quite capable, but dealing with two nine-wise men on a boulder and a top-ranked guild leader doesn't even seem to come true to see him, rather than having hands or feet.
Thus the three men, who wrapped around two more related parties, finally arrived at the end of the tunnel, at the main entrance of the Chimera Closen.
There was a very small door there, relative to the size of the tunnel. Rather, is it to the same extent as the doors of the general household?
I'm under the illusion that I made a mistake for a moment, but it seems like it's this door because a large number of people don't need to go through. Because if the contact is small, that's how easy it is to close.
And this door, according to Jamil, the prisoner, may have a special authentication function.
Maybe, he said so because as soon as he walked through the door, he noticed the forgetting and turned back, and when he came back again, he was asked, 'Why did you act like that?'
Later, when I went through the door, I tried to be well aware of it, and I felt a slight aversion to something being explored. There was a good chance that something was being set up.
"Well, what's going on over there..."
"Almost an hour after it started. I don't know if I've heard from you, but I don't know if I can or won't."
"Well, there's a bunch of reliable people over there. Let's just say we wait slowly."
When the irrelevant opens the door, they don't know what it is. Having concluded that, Mira and the others waited in front of the door until control of the control base was complete.
East of St. Polly. At the foot of a large rocky mountain. The Emeras, who lurked inside the rocky zone, were monitoring the village from afar that there was a control base in the basement.
"What is that! What happened!?"
Emera looks out in front of the sight of when the sun changes for a while. Because suddenly the village was enveloped by pale flames.
"You're gonna have to go."
As Zeph rushes down the hill, other faces quickly pop up after it.
The Emeras, who ran through about three hundred meters at a distance and hid themselves on a hill in front of the village, breathed in its tragedy.
The flames rising from all over the village burn quietly, but violently, turning everything there into ashes. If the wind blew, the flames made a creepy noise and swayed, burning their surroundings indiscriminately.
"A crossbow arrow on a blue flame...... Looks like he's on the move."
Aaron sees the wreckage of a man who is going to be ashes and is convinced that it is the work of the man of the empty people. Though on a different scale, the tragedy was the same as when I first met the man.
"Is this the work of that Spirit Faith man?
There is no forgiveness for chimeric closen. It was Emera who had been so explained by Aaron, but in front of that tragic sight, the man clouds his expression as to whether he really is one involved in religion or more than that.
"Definitely. This arm looks familiar."
As he looked around at some rolling wreckage, Aaron made him so sure. And he adds, frowning, "There will only be that man who has a motive to do this," he said.
"Aaron. What if this is the work of the man I heard the other day?
Soldiers, including the Bellerophone Squad, a battle group of the Fifty Bells League, who were waiting in another remote location. Mizar, the representative who rushed to the spot a little later than Aaron and the others, said so, looking at the village rising blue.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't expect the date to change and be quick, but, well, no problem."
"Right. As instructed by Master Bullshit, we're all set."
When Aaron stood up with a white axe strapped to his waist, Mizar also pulled out the white sword again, and the two turned to their companions and looked back.
"Operation initiated."
When Aaron says so quietly, Emera and the others start moving towards the side of the village with a small nod.
By contrast, separate teams, speaking of the first group.
"Come on, it's time for the showdown!
At the same time as Mizar proclaimed, the elite forces of the Fifty Bells League, consisting of hundreds, simultaneously cried out "yes". The cause with Chimera Clozen over the years settles in this battle. It is the showdown everyone there has been waiting for. The intention was considerable.
As Aaron and the others watched from afar, the voices that burst into the sky ran through the village like lightning with the signal of the assault, shredding the fighters of the Chimera Closen, one overflowing from nowhere.
At first glance, the village has a population of about 100. However, a special technique was used by staff member Arioto to investigate and it was found that the control base underground was packed with nearly a thousand combatants.
Based on the results, the operation was changed. I don't know what tricks there are. I'm trying to get you out there as much as I can, rather than fight inside the base.
For this reason, the first battalion, which was supposed to enter the control base, is rampant to the forefront. And the control of the control base, which became thin, was entrusted to Aaron and the others in the second inning.
Aaron, who bypasses the village greatly, breaks into the Great Workshop from the other side of the fierce battlefield where the Mizars are drawing their enemies.
From what I've seen, would there be a hundred-metre square, which is quite large when it comes to the workshop, where countless experimental apparatus spanning a thousand, including some unknown uses, were placed.
"Liar...... what is this"
One of them, Emera looks open to the eye when she sees a bottle with a person's arm in it. Then Flicka, who saw the same thing, said, "Sounds like an arm of the Spirit," in an angry pregnant voice.
"Of the Spirit? I thought you couldn't see a spirit unless you were a magician.
"It's because of the liquid soaked in the bottle."
It was Aaron who answered Emera's question. And Aaron went on to say that he had once seen the same thing during a mission for the Fifty Bells League, and told him of the results produced by the researchers who examined it.
"Is it a medicine that forcefully visualizes the Spirit... I don't know, it sounds bad to me."
It's about twisting and bending nature's dishes, so to speak, and Zeph unwittingly takes a step back. But next door. Flicka steps out the opposite of Zeph. And with the bottle in his hand, he opened the lid. Moments, the arms in the bottle turn into particles of light and erupt. The light flew around as if it had gone mad and began to allowances and gradually destroy the workshop.
"Ugh! Ah, hey!
"What are you going to do with this!?"
Vertically and horizontally disturbing particles of light. With Zeph plundering his cheeks and panicking, Emera instantly bows herself, staring at Flicka at the same time.
"You've been so mad."
"I was left in that state. Naturally."
Asbal and Aaron, with some similarities, are somewhat calm and carefully follow the light with their eyes, looking for a way forward.
But at that time, the light suddenly changed direction and killed the bottle from all directions to the flicker in his hand.
"Flicka!"
Emera's voice echoes similar to screaming as the flash of light flashes. The power of the Spirit is not inherently a substitute in the hands of man. You won't just be sorry if you get that power.
But if you look at it terribly, there was no such trauma on Flicka, and on the contrary, it was wrapped in a glow to the point of divinity.
"What happened?
Zeph, who couldn't keep up with the situation, unwittingly raises a loose voice between them. Flicka was attacked by an angry spirit who was taken away and trapped. The situation looked that way in everyone's eyes.
But now it looks completely different. Flicka and the light that envelops her. It was as if it embodied the ideal relationship between the Spirit and man, as if we were leaning closer together.
As everyone watched breathlessly, the light unraveled lightly and concentrated on Flicka's left hand.
"Even if we are governed by anger, the spirits will always understand if we have a dear heart. Because that is the essence of the Spirit who has walked the world with mankind"
Flicka looks back at Emera and the others as she stares at her left hand with a red print on it.
"This is a testament to the Spirit's understanding of my heart. Relationships that have lasted a long time."
The inscribed text in his hand is the protection of the Spirit. It is also a proof of a strong bond with the Spirit, but another, when "I entrust my thoughts", also becomes a protector and dwells in people.
I guess the wrath of the Spirit that was trapped in the bottle led me to believe in people again as a result of touching Flicka's heart.
"And the Spirit gave us the location of the center of the control base. Let's go."
When Flicka holds her left hand to her chest, she mouths forcefully. What the Spirit entrusted to Flicka. It was the liberation of our fellow prisoners in the same way. That is what resonated with the purpose of Flicka, who thinks of the Spirit.
"Okay. Ask for guidance."
Aaron, who nodded, lined up next to him to protect Flicka.
Preliminary investigation showed that the control base itself was not of that size. But the central location remained unknown. It is now bewitched by the Spirit. One way to go.
The line thus informed was determined to enter the control base anew.
Stone floor on stone wall. I don't see anything illuminating, but Aaron and the others follow Flicka's guide through a corridor that is bright enough to see far away.
"I don't know what a boulder is or what a street name is."
"Yeah, you don't make it."
Zeph moves as directed, but just laughs at Aaron's blow crushing each of his opponents' weapons. Emera had a bitter laugh, wondering if it was okay to leave the avant-garde entirely at her disposal with a white sword next to her.
Enemy forces defending the control base are largely concentrated on the ground, thanks to the activities of the Mizars, who thrive on the surface. But for that matter, a carefully selected guard remained in the base, fully armed, which prevented Aaron and the others from going.
Those who used multiple spiritual weapons and black fog stone weapons were certainly powerful enemies. But Aaron's brilliant fighting skills and strategy defeat him one by one.
"Hmm. Lord Dvarin's weapon is still wonderful."
Having rendered several guards incapable of combat, Aaron stares at the white hand axe for everything but the handheld and laughs with heartfelt satisfaction.
Dwarf blacksmith Dvarin, sometimes referred to as the blacksmith god. The "Silver Decadence" formed by his people as an anti-black fog stone was also a prominent feature of his performance as a normal weapon.
"My turn... my turn...!
Emera, possessed by the sword, stares at Aaron's back, overly relied upon, and grieves.
And Aaron and his men, who had slammed down ten guards, finally reached the center of the control base. It was a huge, domed floor.
"That's it. That's the control device."
The flicker points to the center of the floor, which is a very important device here.
"Come on, let's get this over with."
A control device that repeats low and high sounds and creeps somewhere. There's nothing around. But when there was something like this, Zeph took great care and walked.
"Is this... a juncture"
Aaron wrinkles between his brows and stops his legs.
In the end, there were no traps or anything, and they came to the front of the controller. The purpose is to stop or destroy the device in front of you. But here, the biggest gates hold back a line. It was hard to see from a distance, but there was a wall built of mana.
"How about this one!
Asbal, who stepped forward, waves a strong white hammer down with his temper. How powerful a bond can be, with more power than that, physics can crush it.
"Don't you even shake it?"
But that junction just sounded dull and didn't show any influence. Based on this, it can be judged to be thin and transparent but of considerable strength.
"Flicka. Was there any way to disarm this guy in the knowledge I got from the Spirit?
Asbal looks back a little depressed that the blow did not work at all.
"I had no knowledge of this juncture"
Flicka answers about to shake her neck to the side and stares at the controller. It's not going to arrive, the itchy distance is there.
"But maybe it's the stewardship or something."
Flicka, who went on to say that, turned her gaze around the controller. If you look, there were countless small, glowing shards and droplets scattered there.
"This is... I think it's exorcism."
Something scattered on the floor. Flicka, who judged it a shard of holy water and holy water bottle, gave in to say yes or no.
"Do you think you can do something?
Emera glances at his face next to Flicka, staring at the shards scattered across the floor with a seemingly difficult look.
"If you rewrite with my magic one by one, it is possible to disarm, but...... How long will it take?"
With that said, Flicka starts trying to disarm quickly.
"Is the world of exorcism so sturdy?"
It is a junction that was neither frightened nor struck by a mighty Asbal blow. Zeph puts his dagger sharply into the junction when he says so in a frightened manner, if he can sharpen his strength at all.
"The answer would be that it is a chimeric closen. They use their own technology to power the Spirit."
I guess I just can't stand still, Aaron also responded as he burst into the junction with all the attacks he could.
"The power of the Spirit... That shouldn't even be absurd. Not at all."
Loser and Asbal also wave down their hammers, raising their eyebrows to the sound of just blunt sounds as if stirring them up.
and it was then.
"You walked in so far!
A guard appeared from the back. And the guard sees Aaron and the others, and he doesn't get lost, he slams some kind of sphere on the ground.
Immediately after, the ceiling opened wide. And from there, something in the shape of a person pours down innumerably.
"Bullshit, give me a break."
"Oh boy, it seems like you've been forced to show up for a long time."
pouring with hard collision sounds. It was a battle doll armed with spiritual weapons. Zeph rearranges his dagger with a loose look on his face. Asbal smashes it with a hammer as it falls nearby and gets a sigh.
"Where I want it! All of you!"
"That's the intention. If you're an adventurer, you have to get excited when you're at a disadvantage."
Finally try and kill...... I can do all my duties as an avant-garde. Emera seeped such intentions out of her entire body. Speaking of, Aaron laughs that that's the best way to get more energy, no matter the direction, while destroying a few dolls pouring down with a flash of axe.
"Flicka, please leave it unchecked. This place, because Zeph will be dead!
Quick to say, Emera pushed the guard to Zeph on her own, slashing him by a doll that began to move.
"Normal, aren't you going to say, 'I'm dying here' or something?
Zeph replaces Emera with such a grunt and stands beside Flicka.
"If you care, you lose. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Zeff."
"Yes, yes, I won't let you through."
Flicka as usual with the work going on. Behind that, Zeph sticks a white dagger at the battle doll he's attacking. Then the blade easily pierced the battle doll for each spiritual weapon.
"Wow, what's this penetration?"
Zeph was astonished by the sharpness of the dagger in Dvarin's work, while staring behind Emera as she broke off the battle doll with a whitesword of the same author in her hand, half laughing.
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