The God has moved to another world.

"Why are you hanging around, these guys?"

Mizuhiko regained her luggage, crushing with a fed up look.

Dragging on one hand is Cortesecca.

Dragging on the other hand is about 15m Wyburn.

The last thing bracketed in a rope hooked around my shoulder is about 20 wolves at 3m.

Why are there more Wyburns and wolves when only Cortesecca should have been defeated?

The answer was really simple.

In search of Cortesecca's flesh, Mizuhiko attacked him.

It was Wyburn who attacked me first.

He attacked Mizuhiko as he dragged Cortesecca from the sky.

It was Mizuhiko who tried to get rid of him, but Wyburn showed no sign of giving up Cortesecca's meat.

The meat of Cortesecca is a fine object that can gain strength if eaten even if it is not as good as Mizuhiko's.

Mizuhiko cut his paralysis to Wyburn, who would not give up and attack him.

When the red sheath trims the interior and pulls out a decent knife, it makes a big leap.

I slapped him in the neck.

When he was in Cortesecca, he lagged behind because of the difference between his body and his memory, but Mizuhiko was not weak.

Even then, if it had taken time, we would have won.

As long as it takes, though.

Mizuhiko, who intercepted Wyburn, quickly began to drain that blood.

Because I was asking Agney's hunter, Ginn, that if I didn't drain the blood properly, the meat would get worse.

That's right.

Mizuhiko was going to eat both Cortesecca and Wyburn at this time.

Mizuhiko rolled Wyburn to the ground and began to drain blood.

I spent some time in physical education to see how things were going, but the dripping blood called for something unexpected.

Large wolves, living in the surrounding woods.

Mizuhiko initially tried to get rid of the wolves, who clearly showed themselves targeting the meat of Cortesecca and Wyburn.

But the wolves barely tried to move.

He was licking Mizuhiko.

Mizuhiko noticed that, butch! and the momentum that sounded like it made me cringe.

Originally, it wasn't longer.

The giant wolves, more than 3 m long, who were more than twenty, were quickly severed from their necks.

The style of Mizuhiko, the type of beast who flaunts his enemies with the power and arm of a giant, and slashes his opponent under one sword, was incompatible.

Mizuhiko, who defeated the wolves, began to drain blood quickly.

I didn't know if I could eat it, but if I hadn't been able to drain blood when I could, it would be tough.

Wearing the wolves to a tree, Mizuhiko made a physical appearance and waited for the blood drain to end.

During this time, no animals appeared to interfere.

With the immense killing and magic scattered by Wyburn and the wolves, the wildlife around them fled frightened.

Unknown to himself, he was Mizuhiko, who chased away threats around the road.

That's how Mizuhiko was walking dragging down his defeated prey.

"Funny"

Normally, instead of being heavy, you wouldn't even be able to move it.

Because they are dragging, Cortesecca and Wyburn were worn out, if not so.

Instead, there is not one scratch on its body.

He has a very strong body, whether it be two bodies that are dragons or wolves.

This can't happen as long as we dragged the ground.

"Can't you still get to town"

Mizuhiko stuck her hand in her nose as she glanced at her face.

What I took out was an amberphone, a phone made by Amvalence.

Quickly manipulated with his fingertips, a map of the area appeared.

Check your position and orientation indicated by the red arrow and compare it to what's going on around you.

There seems to be a slight difference between the highs and lows, although it is a straight path, and the signs of the city have never been felt at all.

"Do you have this?"

Mizuhiko stares as she twists her neck.

So, something came into my eyes.

Triangular, stubborn objects.

"Hmm?

If you stare at it, you'll see it's an artifact.

It looked like a tower or something.

"Finally."

Mizuhiko sighed, bringing back what was dragging.

Just get as far as you can see, we're almost there.

Mizuhiko started walking again as she dragged her prey along.

Einfarble was surrounded that day by constant tension.

Because a "Cortesecca" crusader was supposed to leave that he was out in the neighborhood.

Awesome adventurers called in for this day.

That number totaled twenty.

Something that doesn't usually work with people, or something from a fixed party.

Those things, which do not normally participate in these crusades in large numbers, were among the crusaders.

That means Cortesecca is a troublesome opponent.

A group of its crusaders gather in front of the gates to enter and exit the walled city.

Everyone had a uniformly nervous face and was sure of their gear.

The opponent is a dragon that has tormented people more than ancient times, even in stories and legends.

Don't be nervous, it would be a groundwork impossible story.

Preparations are solemnly advanced as guild officials who have asked to crusade and some of the inhabitants of the town watch.

Alliance officials and residents alike were seeping the colors of anxiety and tension into their expressions.

Now the damage has not yet been done, but Cortesecca is a dragon that can strike people.

No matter what time you come to the city, it's not weird.

And then the damage will be immense.

The braces that Cortesecca specializes in are explosive.

Blow its perimeter around the point of landing.

If it becomes a battle in the city, near the city.

Perhaps the city is not half broken.

This city, which does not belong to the country and is run by the Alliance, has no such thing as a defensive force.

If anything, ask the adventurers in the city to defend us as a matter of urgency.

The Alliance also created a place for adventurers in any country to embrace policing.

There have been several times before when large warcraft appeared near the city.

That's the kind of place that brings together adventurers hunting them.

However, there were rarely as many warcraft appearances as Cortesecca.

This level of warcraft has no reason to come down to people in the first place.

Forests and the like are easier to secure food and beds.

Cortesecca is too powerful to come away with a survival competition.

Virtually at the top of the dragon species, this dragon is known for bravely fighting physical differences without objects.

Even if the opponent is twice the length of his own back, he will be attacked and defeated.

Why is that Cortesecca in a place like this?

The guild, the people in town, the adventurers, they all wondered.

And I had a suspicion.

The other day Metermagito carried out a raid on the Agney settlement.

Isn't that what inspired the "abandoned land" nearby?

Didn't you buy God's wrath?

That's why horrible monsters like Cortesecca also appeared in places like this.

Few people thought so, although they did not put it in their mouths.

If so.

The emergence of this Cortesecca may only be the beginning of an anomaly.

The lack of bright objects in the faces of people waiting for the departure of crusaders that should be reliable is probably due to the fact that many people think so.

With the twenty forces here, you won't be late for Cortesecca.

But what happens after this?

If this is the beginning, what the hell will appear?

If you think about what's ahead, there's no end to anxiety.

One of the guild officials watching the adventurers prepare raised his voice abruptly.

"Is that it? What is that?"

To the voice, several people who were nearby raised their faces.

And freeze.

The others on the spot gradually began to realize it.

The first thing I saw was something huge.

Few can determine what it is at first because it is too large.

But boulders are the city of guilds.

Soon they all began to follow when it was the body of the dragon.

What I found out first was that Wyburn beats Size.

Next, Cortesecca.

That's right.

Cortesecca.

Cortesecca, who is supposed to go on a crusade, is approaching the city.

Nevertheless, there was nothing to panic about or escape from.

Because when it was dead, I knew right away.

Anyway, I'm being dragged by a boy in weird clothes.

"What's going on?

The words someone snapped were a representation of the feelings of everyone who was there.

Even while he is doing so, the boy approaches toward town.

As the distance shrunk, we found ourselves dragging not only Cortesecca and Wyburn, but even a herd of wolves.

And all those necks, too, have been dropped beautifully.

The impact of guild officials and adventurers who notice it is immeasurable.

The boy dragged the prey he was going to take down with his life at stake.

It's obviously dragging on, too.

Dragons over 10 m and two dragons over 15 m.

Plus, they're dragging a bunch of wolves around.

It was an unusual sight, an unusual sight.

If I watched it alone, I'd probably be ending it by doubting my sanity and deciding not to see it.

Adventurers, guild officials.

Those who were supposed to be accustomed to seeing unusual sights from time to time were also taken lightly.

Even they are, so the reaction of ordinary people living in town was awesome.

Still better to stand up with a frightened face, shaking your knees when you feel rough, etc.

Some of them fainted early.

I don't know if you know that, but the boy drags Sole and keeps walking toward the city.

Gradually approaching, the boy walks in a straight line to the gate leading to the town.

The people who noticed it hurriedly cleared the way.

Did the boy notice Sole, "Hi, hi," he said, bowing his head, walking down the road.

Those around them were just silently watching what happened to such a boy.

Or I didn't know what to say.

Nothing that had the courage to speak up in the first place was on the spot either.

Second, the boy who had been walking until then stopped his leg.

When you look around, you speak to the person closest to you.

"Um. Excuse me."

"Yes?!

It was the guild staff who were called out.

It was a flipped reply, but no one would be able to attack him.

"Ain't it okay here?"

"Yes, no mistakes"

"Would you like to be taken?"

In some cities, money may be taken in and out of the city.

I guess the boy cares about that.

Alliance officials bluff their necks and squeeze out words.

"Yes, no. There are no such things in this city, yes."

"Really?"

That said, the boy, turning again, takes a step toward walking out.

but when he stopped, as I recall, he turned his body toward the guild clerk again.

Fold your hips ninety degrees and bow.

"Hi, thank you, thank you"

"Oh, no. Hi."

Unintentionally, guild officials who bow their heads in the same way.

When the boy gave him the look of something accomplished, he re-dragged the dragon and other things and walked out.

The gates of this city are made large, also assuming that adventurers capture the great prey.

What the boy was dragging, too, could go through with some leeway.

A boy who walks into the gate, watched by people who are flashing, trembling, or fainting.

"What? That"

Someone snapped. That one word, he said, represented the feelings of everyone who was on the spot.