"Boom, boom, boom..." Seeing that the Tiger tank failed to hit the target, the real vehicle-mounted machine gun fired a flurry of bullets, spraying Star's head.
Star was unhappy. Even if he was fine, he couldn't let someone shoot him in the face with a gun. He casually stretched out his hand and batted away the bullet that was blocked by [Intermediate Physical Nullification] before it hit.
"Boom!" Another shot came!
"Are you bothered?" Star waved his hand again, and this time he was lucky. He hit the ballistic path with his palm, sending the cannonball flying into the air. The deformed and twisted cannonball "dululu" spun and landed not far away, on the ground.
After rolling a few times, it turned into a dud.
While feeling a little reassured, Star was also a little disappointed. It seemed that we couldn't rely on this kind of thing to deal with the level 100 players and NPCs that appeared every time in the "Hundred Years Aftershock".
Although the thermal weapons produced in World War II in the non-mysterious world were of high technical content, based on his experience of the precision of battleship parts and Graeme parts that this world can now produce, Star felt that after more than ten years of exploration, it was still
It can be copied or even upgraded, but considering that all parts of the tanks in this world are made by hand and magic...the working hours are nothing compared to industrial mass production.
Thinking about it this way, Star's mood, which was a little unhappy, became slightly better.
Star glanced at the dead Wakagi Ji at her feet - she was killed by the first cannonball. She did not have the passive skills of the game character, nor did she have the strong skin of some races comparable to steel. When her HP was almost emptied,
, one shell would kill her.
After Star cast [conservation] on her, he took the infinite backpack from her and took it as his own.
"The body is still intact, keep it and resurrect her when you think she will be useful." Star thought to himself, teleported, landed on the turret of the Tiger tank that had just fired, and forced the hatch cover open.
"Ah la? Ah la la la la?" Star smiled cheerfully, looking at the seaweed monster sitting inside and extending its tentacles to various operating parts of the tank.
"Are you the only one? It turns out that you can still do this. Layla is really smart -" Star, regardless of holding on to Layla inside the tank, broke some of her tentacles and lifted her out and brought her to him.
"Even I didn't expect that I would be confused by this delightful fairy body. We are all confused, so I am not qualified to remind Sunny to use her own body carefully."
In fact, Crounpis had already manipulated multiple vines to do multiple things at the same time to assist Fluder's magic research, but it was a private act, so Star had no idea about it. And Alice and Midori actually both
It can be done.
The reason why the chariot used by goblins requires multiple goblins as crew members is mainly to share the consumption of magic and mental power.
This is a matter of differences in obtaining information.
Crownpis secretly does things that can only be done by certain races, sometimes without considering how malleable those practices are.
"Who gave you the courage? You have violated taboos again and again." Star grabbed Layla and asked with a "kind" smile.
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Hill Giant Country, Newt City, Arena—
G. Dun, whose armor was in tatters and covered in blood (the wound could be repaired but the blood would not completely flow back), put one foot on the unconscious Forest Wise King, gripped the magic sword tightly, and stabbed into the air with all his strength: "Well
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
It is a long roar of victory.
The next moment, most of the audience in the Coliseum auditorium almost stood up, raised their fists, and burst into cheers to celebrate victory.
"Oh, the 'Top Ten' are really popular. Looking at it this way, I'm really good at away games. He obviously suffered more injuries." Crounpis tilted his head and supported his face with his hands, feeling a little depressed.
"Of course, in every country, such figures are the same as the patron saint of the country, and they are naturally worshiped by the people." Ibiluyai looked unsurprised.
"Is there such a person in Inberon?"
"Although...it's still nothing in front of the so-called Dragon King. He doesn't even have a chance to resist."
"Really?" Cronpis realized that it seemed to touch the sad memories of Ibiluayai, so she stopped talking.
"But... the patron saint of the country?" Crounpis thought of a way to make herself feel better. She stood up, jumped directly from the high steps to the arena, and walked towards the Forest Sage.
king.
The auditorium quickly became silent. Many people were talking, as if they were wondering who the little guy who suddenly entered the venue was and how he could be so rude. But the organizer did not stop him, which made them even more suspicious. Crow
What kind of person is Enpis?
Of course the organizer knows the owner of the monster, so asking her to recycle the monster can't stop it, right?
Crownpiss walked up to the wise king of the forest, stretched out her hand and cast healing magic to heal it.
"Does this count as my victory, Temple Lampards?" G. Dun, who had almost squeezed out the last of his strength and roared, and whose breath was a bit disordered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked with a grin.
"Well, of course, the victory in this battle is yours." Crownpis lowered her voice, "I defeated the 'Top Ten' who protected the country. Doesn't it look good to the country?"
It means that I understand the general situation very well, and the victory is given to you.
In this way, face is earned back, even if it is just like a child desperate for face.
G.Dun: "Tell me...am I weak?"
Crownpis deliberately closed her eyes and paused for a few seconds before speaking: "You already have the strength of the peak of a mountain (level 41), but you are not as high as the sky."
G.Dun: "...Really? I really want to fight that tree man."
Crounpis: "It would be best to let all the 'Top Ten' swarm up. Then you might still have some chance of winning, but of course, not much."
G. Dun: "...Really? It seems like it's not an illusion. I saw that tree man pushing the undead dragon knight to the ground and beating him. It wasn't a surprise attack or a clever strategy, it was real strength. Well, I dare to ask - then
At that time, you suddenly kicked the knight almost to death. Is this my imagination?"
Indeed, that "Fairy Kick" hit had really reduced the target's HP to only 1 point.
Crounpis: "You have really good eyesight. It's not an illusion. I told you before, didn't you? I am the 'Destruction Dragon King'. You are the strong man of the giant race, and I am the world's leader." It's really embarrassing to boast like this.
People are embarrassed.
G. Dun: "Dragon King, your strength is really unimaginable for us. Then, I heard that you were the one responsible for the zombie transformation. Is that also the Dragon King?"
Crounpis: "It should be said that it was once. It would be better to say that he was too obsessed with power, developed evil magic and actively transformed into an undead dragon to devour souls, and lost his own existence."