Chapter 152: - The enemy who appeared!
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The black shadow, which appeared to be large, appears to become smaller and smaller.
Apparently, the light was just making the shadow appear larger in the dust.
And then, what appeared was, at first glance, a person.
It speaks. In a high-pitched voice.
"Huh? It's been a while since I've been here. Isn't that smell just like a little dragon? Whew! This is going to make my arm..."
It's making a cracking, cracking sound as it rotates its shoulders.
Four shoulders.
Four arms.
He is a little shorter than I am. But he looks bigger because he is covered with muscles all over his body.
What catches my attention most of all is his face.
His face, which had no neck and grew directly from between his shoulders, consisted of a large mouth and a nose with only a hole in it. That was all.
The enemy is moving like a stretcher, and all of us are already in a state of battle.
Everyone is holding their weapons and staring at the overwhelming pressure exerted by the enemy on this side of the shield that Sailuke has put up. I, too, hold up my scroll.
But upon closer inspection, I see that Her Highness Lily's hand with the sword is trembling and her face is pale.
In contrast, Roa looks calm.
His eyes are filled with a sparkle of magical elements, and his spectacles are in full operation.
There is a determination not to miss the slightest change in the enemy from the outside or the inside.
This attitude is very encouraging.
No matter how much she is praised as a sword princess, a princess who grew up in a royal family and a loa who has been through a lot of hardships must have a different determination and experience.
By the way, Zoroar and Rithmist's faces are also quite tense. I wonder if they are aware of the difference in strength between themselves and the enemy.
And Sailorque, stretching his neck out from my shoulder, has the most ferocious expression I have ever seen on his face. Biting his fangs tightly, his eyes glowing.
Two pairs of wings maintain a shield of magical elements.
"Does anyone know what that is?"
Yes, I ask everyone. They are silent.
I look at them all and open my mouth to ask them if I should ask them. They are almost certainly the enemy, but they were talking. Maybe I can hear something.
"Let me ask you a question! Are you a demon? Are you an enemy of man?
Either they don't hear my question or they are simply ignoring it. The enemy clenches his four fists and begins to strike Seyruk's magical elemental shield.
Each blow is incredibly heavy.
A chattering vibration shakes the air with each fist strike.
"Hmmm...hmmm...hmmm... What's this feeling? I'm a real dragon, but I'm still just a child. I've lost my nerve. I'm going to crush her and go back to sleep!
The enemy changes his position and takes a posture as if he is going to throw a fist thrust.
The pressure from the enemy's body increases at once.
As an alchemist, I can see the enemy sucking up the magical elements of the earth from his feet.
A large amount of magical elements accumulate in its trunk.
I activate the scroll, following my instinctive sense of crisis.
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The black shadow, which appeared to be large, appears to become smaller and smaller.
Apparently, the light was just making the shadow appear larger in the dust.
And then, what appeared was, at first glance, a person.
It speaks. In a high-pitched voice.
"Huh? It's been a while since I've been here. Isn't that smell just like a little dragon? Whew! This is going to make my arm..."
It's making a cracking, cracking sound as it rotates its shoulders.
Four shoulders.
Four arms.
He is a little shorter than I am. But he looks bigger because he is covered with muscles all over his body.
What catches my attention most of all is his face.
His face, which had no neck and grew directly from between his shoulders, consisted of a large mouth and a nose with only a hole in it. That was all.
The enemy is moving like a stretcher, and all of us are already in a state of battle.
Everyone is holding their weapons and staring at the overwhelming pressure exerted by the enemy on this side of the shield that Sailuke has put up. I, too, hold up my scroll.
But upon closer inspection, I see that Her Highness Lily's hand with the sword is trembling and her face is pale.
In contrast, Roa looks calm.
His eyes are filled with a sparkle of magical elements, and his spectacles are in full operation.
There is a determination not to miss the slightest change in the enemy from the outside or the inside.
This attitude is very encouraging.
No matter how much she is praised as a sword princess, a princess who grew up in a royal family and a loa who has been through a lot of hardships must have a different determination and experience.
By the way, Zoroar and Rithmist's faces are also quite tense. I wonder if they are aware of the difference in strength between themselves and the enemy.
And Sailorque, stretching his neck out from my shoulder, has the most ferocious expression I have ever seen on his face. Biting his fangs tightly, his eyes glowing.
Two pairs of wings maintain a shield of magical elements.
"Does anyone know what that is?"
Yes, I ask everyone. They are silent.
I look at them all and open my mouth to ask them if I should ask them. They are almost certainly the enemy, but they were talking. Maybe I can hear something.
"Let me ask you a question! Are you a demon? Are you an enemy of man?
Either they don't hear my question or they are simply ignoring it. The enemy clenches his four fists and begins to strike Seyruk's magical elemental shield.
Each blow is incredibly heavy.
A chattering vibration shakes the air with each fist strike.
"Hmmm...hmmm...hmmm... What's this feeling? I'm a real dragon, but I'm still just a child. I've lost my nerve. I'm going to crush her and go back to sleep!
The enemy changes his position and takes a posture as if he is going to throw a fist thrust.
The pressure from the enemy's body increases at once.
As an alchemist, I can see the enemy sucking up the magical elements of the earth from his feet.
A large amount of magical elements accumulate in its trunk.
I activate the scroll, following my instinctive sense of crisis.
The black shadow, which appeared to be large, appears to become smaller and smaller.Apparently, the light was just making the shadow appear larger in the dust.And then, what appeared was, at first glance, a person.It speaks. In a high-pitched voice."Huh? It's been a while since I've been here. Isn't that smell just like a little dragon? Whew! This is going to make my arm..."It's making a cracking, cracking sound as it rotates its shoulders.Four shoulders.Four arms.He is a little shorter than I am. But he looks bigger because he is covered with muscles all over his body.What catches my attention most of all is his face.His face, which had no neck and grew directly from between his shoulders, consisted of a large mouth and a nose with only a hole in it. That was all.The enemy is moving like a stretcher, and all of us are already in a state of battle.Everyone is holding their weapons and staring at the overwhelming pressure exerted by the enemy on this side of the shield that Sailuke has put up. I, too, hold up my scroll.But upon closer inspection, I see that Her Highness Lily's hand with the sword is trembling and her face is pale.In contrast, Roa looks calm.His eyes are filled with a sparkle of magical elements, and his spectacles are in full operation.There is a determination not to miss the slightest change in the enemy from the outside or the inside.This attitude is very encouraging.No matter how much she is praised as a sword princess, a princess who grew up in a royal family and a loa who has been through a lot of hardships must have a different determination and experience.By the way, Zoroar and Rithmist's faces are also quite tense. I wonder if they are aware of the difference in strength between themselves and the enemy.And Sailorque, stretching his neck out from my shoulder, has the most ferocious expression I have ever seen on his face. Biting his fangs tightly, his eyes glowing.Two pairs of wings maintain a shield of magical elements."Does anyone know what that is?"Yes, I ask everyone. They are silent.I look at them all and open my mouth to ask them if I should ask them. They are almost certainly the enemy, but they were talking. Maybe I can hear something."Let me ask you a question! Are you a demon? Are you an enemy of man?Either they don't hear my question or they are simply ignoring it. The enemy clenches his four fists and begins to strike Seyruk's magical elemental shield.Each blow is incredibly heavy.A chattering vibration shakes the air with each fist strike."Hmmm...hmmm...hmmm... What's this feeling? I'm a real dragon, but I'm still just a child. I've lost my nerve. I'm going to crush her and go back to sleep!The enemy changes his position and takes a posture as if he is going to throw a fist thrust.The pressure from the enemy's body increases at once.As an alchemist, I can see the enemy sucking up the magical elements of the earth from his feet.A large amount of magical elements accumulate in its trunk.I activate the scroll, following my instinctive sense of crisis.
