The God has moved to another world.

It took Shelbren less than five seconds to get attacked and equipped with his hand.

It was almost at the same time that two covert people popped up wrapped in camouflage costumes.

I would have come out of a nearby bush, but I wouldn't have been there forever.

Probably had to have waited some distance.

Otherwise, Shelbren would have sensed it and the ambush itself would have failed.

Its physical ability to reduce the distance that would have been so far apart at such a speed is something to keep an eye on.

The hidden crack that emerged from the left and right kicked the ground as it was and rose universally high.

There is no magic, and I would have relied solely on my leg strength, which is more than 5m gracefully.

The other covert immediately stopped his leg and removed several sheets of paper from his nostrils.

Shelbren, who belongs to the army, also had knowledge of the magic of Stenglaire.

The moment I saw the paper, Shelbren stretched his arms reflexively.

But his face jumped up to the faint rubbing sound of paper heard from overhead.

The secret of being in the universe is the moment to spread the written paper of the formation and activate it.

Even if you attack a secret now, the magic activates.

What Shelbren chose was defense.

Stick out your spread palms and use your magic.

Immediately unfolded was a shield of light, with some permeability.

Circular, almost simultaneously with the unfolding of a size shield that covers and conceals Shelbren's body, a covert magic is activated.

A conical mass of ice about the size of a man's arm poured down towards the ground countless times.

"Shit..."

Short, tongue-in-cheek, chevron to the face.

Gong

A mass of ice hits Shelbren's shield, sounding as if he had slammed a rock on a rock.

Weight as many as a few kilograms, velocity of fire by magic and acceleration by free fall.

Its destructive power doesn't even take a pull on shells.

Most importantly, the sharp shape ahead is troublesome.

Hard, frozen ice can sometimes pierce iron plates as well.

Tulara-shaped blocks of ice slap shields and ravage the ground around them.

Although there is no piercing the shield, shock is still unusual.

The secret that unleashed magic in the universe took a piece of paper out of his nostrils and put it in his mouth.

Activate magic at the same time, and the back of your hidden feet will glow faintly.

Then the hidden body, which should have begun to fall, stopped perfectly and soaked up in the air with nothing.

And then he stepped into the air, where nothing was supposed to happen, and ran out.

"Is it magic to walk in the air? clever."

Shelbren blushed unexpectedly.

The magic of this hand, by its very nature, should be treated as superior magic in Stenglaire.

When it comes to using it in practice without prior notice, the opponent must be considered a considerable operator.

What about the other secret?

Supporting his shield, Shelbren turned his gaze to the other side.

It shouldn't be within the magic of ice, but it must have been right there.

What appeared in Shelbren's eyes was a hidden appearance of paper similarly in his mouth and sinking to the ground.

Instead of sinking slowly after a long time.

It's like you jumped into the water, and then you dive into the ground.

"Now it's that way!

With his shield pointing upwards, Shelbren flew aside.

The ground you were supposed to be on just now will bulge and explode.

Don, the earth and stones disperse with the sounds of the earthquake, and a strong mass of ice that clashed against the shield, but not lacked, is crushed and scattered.

Shelbren succeeded in standing still as he stepped on his feet.

If you don't fall and can't support your shield, you will receive a chunk of ice alive.

Looking up in the air, one of the coverts was activating the written paper of the formation as he ran through the universe.

Apparently, he's running through the universe with it activated.

Shelbren frowned between his eyebrows as he shimmered, but flew the spot to the discomfort he felt from his feet.

For a moment, the place blew out of the ground.

Shockwaves and dirt giveaways fly, slapping Shelbren's arms and body that sheltered his face.

While he manages to rebuild his body in the backstep, Shelbren unfolds his shield directly beside him with his free hand.

Because I felt a strong sense of killing from the side.

Shortly after it was created, the shield was exposed to multiple stone crushes flying at high speeds.

It's like they're firing a shotgun in a row. That attack is the result of a third person's secrecy.

If you care about the top, the ground will explode, and if you care about your feet, you will be attacked directly from the side.

If you care about attacks directly from the side, for overhead and foot attacks.

Exactly an attack from all directions.

"Shit!"

Shelbren pounding her tongue the way she was.

Prevent, avoid, but look around and look for breakthroughs.

Even though I managed to find a way to live, I immediately stopped doing so.

I remembered that I had nothing to do.

Inject magic into the shoes you are wearing and activate the magic you are planting.

Shelbren's foot exploded and his body blew back at once.

I wasn't attacked.

The recoil of the explosion activated the magic of travel.

I can't handle side-to-side and ground-to-ground attacks on Shelbren, who suddenly repositioned himself at high speed.

The chunks of ice pouring down from the top are the same, but Shelbren solved the defensive magic of both hands in spite of it.

Keep your arms above your head, activate the magic and put your hands together.

A metal sound sounded like Keane, and the engraved pattern emitted intense light.

Unlike the magic of Stenglair, the magic of Metermagito emits light just by activating it.

This light does not subtract magic, it is just a light that shows that a miracle is happening.

When Shelbren hands together, that overhead space shakes in a mess.

The activated magic was "grabbing the air" and "strengthening the body".

"Area Hammer"

Crushing small, Shelbren waves his arms down with full force.

Shelbren's arm, doubled in strength and instantaneous strength by physical strengthening magic, was shaken down beyond the speed of sound.

The air in the few meters square I was grasping became exactly a wall of sound, slamming me to the ground.

What happens after that, naturally, is a blast.

Dogon!!

The ground shakes, the trees shake, and the air vibrates violently.

The soil and smoke that rose took away his sight, and scattered on the earth, stones, and pieces of wood, like shells in all directions, a mass of ice that was piercing the ground.

The secret that was in the sky devoured a bunch of blasts and debris, and blew away in stiffness.

The same is almost true of the secrecy that was diving on the ground, as well as of the third person who was hiding in the grass.

The paper suddenly burned with fierce light and flames as the hidden ground was dug up in the chosen soil.

He lost focus on the impact and burned up with a load on his formation.

A secret that rolls down the ground but sticks its hands and feet in an attempt to get in shape somehow.

But the body was grabbed by the unexpected and suddenly stopped.

Shelbren, who approached him with soil and smoke, turned his head into an eagle.

"Buh! Guh!

Though I heard a slightly groaning voice, Schembren doesn't mind.

Lifting his hidden body with one hand as it was, he threw it unconstitutionally in a direction.

A hidden body that flies a dozen meters almost horizontally with the ground.

On that straight line, there was a third hidden figure, who was using the magic of striking out stones.

In the blast, yet to rise, a hidden body thrown at him is slapped.

I hear this worked on the boulder.

The coverts seem disappointed and drooling, losing their minds.

"In the meantime, three"

Shelbren paid off the dirt on his body and snarled his neck with cockroaches.

I don't even think Stenglaire's secret is going to set us up for just three.

Most importantly, I was concerned that that white outfit hadn't shown up yet.

Shelbren paying attention around as earthly smoke is still about to go up.

Then I could feel something approaching from the direction just in front of me.

If you gaze, you can see a man walking around avoiding a tree, trampling grass, and wearing a cassette.

Shelbren sighed one thing and corrected his residence.

"Of Steel." How would you like to meet Lord Shelbren?

The man in white lifted his casket slightly, looking at Shelbren, so to speak.

Shelbren does not answer that question and returns the words.

"" Paper scraps. "Paper snow sai. I didn't expect to see you in a place like this."

Paper Snow Sai grinned, slowly lowering the tin cane to the ground.

The three men that Shelbren cleaned up earlier were quite the ones with arms, even in secrecy.

I spared no effort in putting out my magic, which is good at each and my wife's hands, but apparently they were bad at each other.

First of all, it's a magic that lets the ice down, but that's an attack magic that would also pierce a few millimeters of iron plates.

I can't even talk about lined defenses. I tear them apart.

Bombing from the ground is difficult to avoid by its very nature.

It will be almost impossible to evade someone who is in the ground unless you know where they are.

Nor is the stone attack from across, simple but unusual in scope and power.

Because they're firing in a row what turns a house into rubble with a single blow.

Returning to his words in response to the question he had heard his name, Paper Snow Sai accidentally spoke out and nearly laughed.

I had seen and heard the name of Shelbren many times in reports and rumours, but only once a long time ago did I actually see it.

On the occasion of the meeting between the countries, the paper snow sail, which was still running out at the time, was watching Shelbren as an escort from afar.

Shelbren, who actually exchanged words in front of him, was the man who remained exactly the impression he had at that time.

A soldier is a magnificent figure that is as picturesque as a knight.

He's like being reminded of differences in character, like just standing by him and being intimidated by just exchanging words.

Signs of release are different from the usual ones.

Such a man knows his name.

That was delightful again, and Paper Snow Sai had a hard time laughing.

Paper Snow Sai manages to swallow a laugh and turn back to Shelbren.

"Whatever. Stenglaire Royal Magic House Leader“ Paper Scraps ”Paper Snow Sai"

"Shelbren Grosso, Knights of Metermagito Iron Wheels"

Shelbren had decided to stop putting it through with "adventurers".

If you're screwed anyway, the disguise makes no sense.

It is impossible to pretend to have nothing to do with Metermagito than to have used a magically embedded hand.

"I don't think I can meet Lord Shelbren in a place like this.” Why did someone like you come out here alone? "

"It's just a vacation. Einfarble has a lot of delicious food. You guys know that city better, don't you?

"Even before that, we made a scene near his land, and now we are again in this place, close to his land. I don't think these two have anything to do with it."

"That's on your own. Actually, I'm not doing anything you guys might be wondering, am I?

In fact, you were right.

I haven't done anything to find out what the coverts have been monitoring Shelbren's behavior since he supplemented it, or to go to an abandoned land.

"In the first place, I agree with you that Metermagito will not touch the land that has been abandoned, but I have not admitted that Stengrea will monitor it. It's not supposed to be a sinner."

It is also world-famous that Stenglaire distributes people around abandoned land, eliminating those who invade it.

However, that is not necessarily the case when it comes to countries around the world supporting that action.

As Shelbren said, there are also countries that do not make it a good idea for Stenglaire to try to protect it by creating a cause for the land that is abandoned to be sealed.

Metermagito was publicly in a position to denounce the acts of Stenglaire, something that was virtually silent.

"Ruri. You're absolutely right about that. Metermagito doesn't approve of our actions and doesn't want to. But if we do not hear their opinions, and if we stay only in the land and strive to eliminate acts that touch the wrath of the gods. But tell us why you're here."

"Can I help you?"

"Absolutely, you're right"

Shelbren's eyes narrow.

The end of the mouth of the paper snow sai catches up.

"Well, so is that. Naturally, you know how to do things with different countries."

"Have it at all. Exactly. Thanks to you, you have to challenge someone who can't win like this."

Though so good with his mouth, Paper Snow Sai's face was in the form of a smile.

Paper Snow Sai was a rare sex man as a mage.

You have a habit of enjoying fighting powerful opponents.

Shelbren is just a mighty enemy.

It's not complaining, it's one of the highest peaks in the world.

You can fight that opponent.

That too, with the life of His Majesty the King, who loves and does not stop.

Even if you can't win, this means a lot to Paper Snow Sai.

To risk your life, you deserve twelve.

Paper Snow Sai pulled out a grasp of a bunch of paper when he got his hands on his nostalgia.

Magic is poured into the carved formation, and magic is activated without emitting any slight light or heat.

It meant that magic was exercised, the source of perfect and complete magic control, like a machine.

It is what the Wizard of Stenglair aspires to and supposedly does not reach.

If you see anything at all that you know about something called "Paper Formation Magic," you'll see that it goes through great and is no longer an anomaly.

In fact, even in the eyes of Shelbren, not so familiar, it was unusual and a sight to doubt the use of some other form of magic.

"Unfortunately, most of the secret tricks are not ready, but I will take care of them with all the moves you can swing now"

When the paper snow sai holds a bunch of paper in his hand, each one of which rounds out on its own, it changes its shape into a cone.

I just rounded up the paper. But if it's made up of paper in the hands of a paper snow sai, it can be considered dangerous.

A few paper snow sails pinch paper cones between their fingers and point a scepter in one hand toward Shelbren.

"Hate, all I've got is a pair of hands. Even if we don't win, let's get out of here."

Fine, Shelbren turned one palm toward the paper snow sai.

This act of pointing a magic launch point has the same meaning in Metermagito as pointing a knife or a gunshot.

As the two of them say, we weren't actually in a full position with each other.

Too little paper for Paper Snow Sai to fight unfortunately, too little equipment for Shelbren to give all his strength.

Nevertheless, even in their present state, they both had the strength to fight against more than a hundred numbers on their own.

This situation, where the two of them are at odds, is like a war between small nations.

When Paper Snow Sai slowly moves his legs, he speaks quietly.

Shelbren also responds to it in a few words.

"No."

"Respond"

The paper released from the hand of Paper Snow Sai flew sharply towards Shelbren's body as if it were a bullet.

The shape is just like a wrapper such as a crepe.

But it wasn't the sweet treats that were wrapped up there, it was the little pieces of paper.

Shelbren was in a great hurry inside when he saw it sprinkling paper like a paper blizzard.

The two names “of paper scraps” in Paper Snow Sai were an indication of the unusual pleasure of its magic control.

Stenglaire's "paper formation magic" is that the paper is large in relation to emitting heat and light, and the thicker lines on which the formation is drawn make activation easier.

Because the lines drawn emit heat and light, the greater the range of escape, the wider the margin of tolerance for error.

However, Paper Snow Sai's magical control arm was unusual.

Paper Snow Sai activates magic with 1 x 1 cm of paper where a size of about 30 x 30 cm is required if it is normal.

It also barely emits heat or light.

It also has the power to generate magic from scrapy paper.

“Paper scraps." I mean, that's what the name means.

Now. A paper blizzard with paper snow says scattered is not just a paper blizzard.

One by one is a weapon, one by one is a threat.

Of course, paper wrapped in paper blizzards, thrown towards Shelbren, is dangerous in itself.

Shelbren chose to dodge, not defend.

Fly off to the sidelines and move your legs to get some distance from the paper.

The paper that was wrapping the paper blizzard exploded with a flashy sound when it reached the position where Shelbren should have been.

It just wasn't as powerful as hurting people.

Things like precision is about crackers.

But I guess fate wasn't there.

There was a blast, and the paper blizzard that was inside was scattered all around him at once.

In all of them, the formation is written with precision.

Paper Snow Sai lifted his scepter and poked it to the ground greatly.

Shan

A dazzling light rushes through between small pieces of paper at the same time as a bell-like metal sound.

One piece of paper at a time began to emit violet electricity.

It sounds like a direct burst of burst and thunder, and the air plunged into the electricity of the pressure begins.

It was an excess to blow Shelbren's body, which had barely escaped outside the paper blizzard.

Shelbren's body is thrown hollow as if it were a toy.

The piece of paper released by Paper Snow Sai was engraved with the magic of a thunderbolt on everything.

Paper Snow Sai exercised hundreds of flying gear systems that were powerful enough to electrocute cattle at once.

Its destructive power, even a dragon could not be safely attacked.

Despite being avoided such a blow special magic, Paper Snow Sai's expression was a sunny smile.

"Can we still avoid it! Now!!"

Say, Paper Snow Sai runs out to Shelbren rolling down the ground.

Originally, Paper Snow Sai is a highly capable werewolf.

I let the blast-ridden Shelbren catch up to me in just a few moments.

Paper Snow Sai wraps a piece of paper pulled from his nostalgia around a scepter and activates magic through magic.

Momentarily, high voltage electricity flowed into the ring of metal called the amusement ring made of metal, making a noise different from the bee.

A paper snow sai that would shake it up and leap, which would only take a person's life if touched.

"Yikes yeah!!!

[]/(n, vs) temper/temper/

It is Shelbren rolling down the ground that lies at the end of a scepter shaken down with all his strength and magic.

I just moved, I can't dodge it in time.

Or so, defense would make no sense.

Whatever, the scepter is thunderous.

Defense is pointless in this blow too, so that guards don't make sense against stun guns.

Even if defensive magic unfolds, thunder circles it and pierces Shelbren's body.

It was Paper Snow Sai who was convinced of the painful beating, but.

The shaken cane was held down disappointingly by the hand of Shelbren.

"Stupid!

Paper Snow Sai speaks unexpectedly of surprise.

That won't help.

Thundered sceptre, no matter how much you stop the blow by itself, you can't ignore the damage caused by the current.

Rather, that's the main source of damage.

There's no way Shelbren would know that either.

"Shh...!

A slight exhalation leaked out of Shelbren's mouth.

Smoke rises from the iron hand and sparks fly.

The cheeks were frightened, proving that the current was flowing through the body.

Still, Shelbren won't let go of his hand that grabbed the cane.

It cramps the body and sparks up.

Shelbren stares at the paper snow reservoir as if to ignore it, slowly waking up his body and getting up.

"Come on!"

Feeling a stubble running on his back, Paper Snow Sai put his strength into his hand holding a cane to unshake Shelbren.

Werewolves are a species that becomes physically capable.

Paper Snow Sai himself has the ability to grasp each person up lightly, even with one hand.

But instead of shaking it off, the cane couldn't even move at all.

Shelbren's supposed to be just grabbing it, but he doesn't make it slight at all, as if he stuck it deep into the ground.

While Paper Snow Sai was rounding his eyes, Shelbren was squeezing his arms wide back.

From that fist, which was gripped hard, the intent is clear.

Swinging thoughtfully, beating thoughtfully.

Even an elf with a tough flesh will carry out his fist with magical assistance.

Its destructive power is immeasurable.

Besides, Shelbren's body is electrocuted right now.

If I can keep beating him up, he'll even be electrocuted to Paper Snow Sai.

"Then blah!

When Paper Snow Sai took the paper out of his nose, he put one in his mouth and wrapped one around a scepter.

Unlock the magic of thunder while activating the magic carved on newly wound paper.

"How about this!!

The next moment released from the sceptre was a powerful shock wave.

Sounds with physical shocks scatter around them, shaking the trees and deciding the ground.

The hand grabbing the scepter raised a screaming blur and blew some parts so that they could play.

Shelbren opens his eyes wide and devours his critical teeth.

Still, I didn't let the hand that grabbed the cane be slight.

And there was never a hard, gripping fist to untie.

Shelbren with a distressingly distorted expression.

But I can't help but lift the edge of its mouth and make it laugh.

"I don't care."

At the same time as he snapped so, Shelbren shook his fist off.

That fist, which had been raised in speed by fortified magic, had reached the speed of sound.

The moment I touched the body of Paper Snow Sai, the impact and blast as if the bomb had exploded, ravaging one side per area.

The fist was forced to break through the defensive magic that Paper Snow Sai had activated, wearing its body.

That sounds exactly like the word "wear" applies.

Whatever the case, the body of the paper snow sai was made big choices from the belly to the back, because the wind hole was open.

Shelbren's fist, which broke through the sound wall, was causing a huge shock wave and blast.

The trees around have been knocked down, and a small crater can be made where the two were.

the center of that crater.

There was now a paper snow sai with a hole in his belly on one knee.

A large amount of vapor-like smoke was rising from the ends of the mouth and wounds, and the hole that gradually penetrated the body was also going blocked while doing this.

I can make it heal faster if I feel like it, but Paper Snow Sai didn't do it.

"... still got away with it"

If you crush it like that, grab the bump and fix the cassette.

There was no sign of Shelbren around.

Seems to have been lost in the explosion and walked away.

It's close to abandoned land, that doesn't mean.

The hand that Shelbren was equipped with is wrecked and scattered around.

There will be no closer to a dangerous place without weapons than being a warrior.

"But now you don't know what else to do."

When he slowly stood up, Paper Snow Sai attached a part of his hand that rolled to the ground with a cane in his hand.

Shelbren is a man of unusual magic and skill enough to kill a bear.

That's why I was coming to a place like this with the kind of armament such a general soldier would equip.

Paper Snow Sai had no idea what that meant.

Nevertheless, Paper Snow Sai was not originally a good man for information analysis and judgment.

He was a man with no one to the right about battles or covert technology, but he wasn't specialized in politics or intelligence.

Of course he can't, but he's still in a pretty high position.

One miscalculation is responsible for hundreds or thousands of lives.

In cases like this one, the best course of action would be to leave it to the professional without being forced to think about it.

"Metermagito, what the hell are you thinking?"

Stroking the clogged belly of the hole, Paper Snow Sai snuffed so as he ruined his expression.

Shelbren was running to his country, exercising the magic he had planted in his only safe shoe.

For high-speed travel, it was a difficult object to handle, causing an explosion at your feet to increase propulsion.

Shelbren drops his gaze on his intact hands and tongues abominably.

It was a protective weapon that I could take out even on vacation, but that was nevertheless made to be made to order.

Although I had difficulty with strength, it was user-friendly and I liked it a lot.

Again, it seemed useless to my Paper Snow Sai opponent.

Fortunately, Paper Snow Sai would not have been ready either.

Because of his unusual skill in magic, he can't do everything he can without preparing a piece of paper depicting an almost dedicated formation.

Perhaps the paper blizzard that wrote the formation on the piece of paper didn't prepare any more than that either.

In that sense, I was only helped by a lack of preparation.

"It's still dangerous, that man. If it's not fully equipped, we can't do it properly."

This time the tank was neglected and I didn't even have armor available.

For warriors like Shelbren, that means a state that lacks the bulk of its power.

In terms of specific figures, this time it would not have been 10% of its original strength.

As far as offense is concerned, it's less than that.

The opponent was on roughly the same terms, but still didn't have enough firepower to kill him, and wasn't defensive enough against the opponent's attacks.

Most of all, it was really a vacation encounter, so I guess we should consider it still good to have just had the weapon.

"But what the hell was that?"

What Shelbren said was about the Stenglaire coverts and the Paper Snow Says.

I didn't know why I was as vigilant as I was.

If there was information in there that I was going to that place, that might be convincing.

Shelbren thinks he's not refined enough yet, but he's still proud that the Knights he's in are quite a bit of a force for Metermaguito.

However, it seems that the truth is that I jumped in where I was wary, to infer from the rhetoric of Paper Snow Sai.

If so, why were you so vigilant?

Would Metermagito be concerned about the agney hunting and the consequent impact?

The alertness is too exaggerated for that.

I felt signs that I was being placed in a more pressing, hurried situation.

Is that a situation caused by Metermagito?

Is it also due to completely different third-country interference?

In any case, we will have to find out why.

"Stenglea? I wonder what you're hiding."

As he continued to run unchanged, Shelbren continued to turn his thoughts around in an attempt to explore Stenglaire's thoughts.