What are these things? After being covered by Curt, Frick immediately retreated a few meters away, trying to catch the monster hiding in the cold fog. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was like a mirage dragon that breathed clouds and mist, its body completely hidden in the dark mist, and the three of them were clapped under the cover of the cold mist. Even if Curt was able to shatter the claws that came at him again and again, enemy attacks would soon come at them from other directions.

As they retreated, they could still hear the sounds of fighting in the distance from time to time, but with them came the screams of dying eruptions. There was no doubt that the fog-shrouded courtyard was now unfolding what could almost be called a "massacre", and if it weren't for Curt covering their retreat to the rear, they would have been one of those tragedies engulfed in the fog.

"Tsk, these strange things are one of the most troublesome enemies I've ever seen. Curt swung his long knife again and smashed the incoming invisible hand, and couldn't help but let out a sigh, "If it's better to say that it's just an invisible enemy, these things don't feel like they're slashing through the air." ”

Even Curt, who had often had to fight monsters and had honed his excellent physical abilities, showed a bit of tiredness on his face after a few highly concentrated swings and rapid slashes. Perhaps compared to the physical exertion, the mental pressure on the mental level is obviously much greater to constantly face the enemy who will attack from nowhere.

But it was undeniable that Curt's slash with the long knife in his hand was probably the most effective attack Frick had ever seen against the invisible creature. Although he and the servant standing beside him had also tried to fight back against the wind that was surging in the mist, their attacks all passed directly through the white mist, only slightly stirring up a meager mist before it sank into the sea and did not move.

Perhaps their attack could slow down the movement of the monster in the fog a little, but there was no way to stop it in the end, let alone blow away the attacking claws in one fell swoop, like Curt. Even Frick's short phrase calling for a storm could only slightly blow away a little of the cold mist that enveloped his void body.

Frick soon noticed that his thoughts had been misled, as he watched Curt swing his sword and shatter the claws of the attacking beasts into dust again and again, causing him to mistake his enemies for the presence of these cold mist. In reality, however, the cold mist that enveloped the outside of the limb of nothingness was at best a sign of the outline of the entity, rather than the substance on which it depended for its existence—perhaps without it, its path would have become more elusive...... It can also be said that it will be many times more difficult to deal with than it is now.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of a flash of inspiration, but the moment Frick looked to the other side of the fog, he also caught a glimpse of the existence entrenched in the deepest part of the fog. And at the same moment, he also felt the gaze shooting in his direction from the other side of the thick fog.

The image revealed in the vision assimilated into the fog in the blink of an eye, but Frick quickly mentally painted the other person's form. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in any illustrated book, it was simply a manifestation of chaos, maybe he just saw a silhouette, but it was unimaginably large, and the entangled body was as strange as a group of snakes with countless tentacles.

What he thought was the "claw" was actually just one of the tentacles that stretched out from the entangled snake, and the things that looked like sharp claws were the fluid that overflowed from the tentacles. The mere appearance of this strange structure was about to subvert Frick's reason, so he almost felt that no matter how grotesque the nature of the "creature" was, he would not be surprised.

Following Flick's observations, the "snakes" surged towards him as if they had spotted their target, a tentacle swept towards him like a whip, but after observing the outline once, the attacks became much clearer. Driven by some unknown emotion, Frick reached out with the idea of trying it once, and released a small amount of magic as an extension of his body, slamming it into the tentacles that slapped at him.

Boom!

The magic was broken through in an instant, but the moment his hand finally touched the barely tangible tentacle, he could feel a tremendous force that was almost enough to break his arm, and there was a strange feeling that was indescribable.

It was as if the liquid he came into contact with when he put his hand in the water suddenly solidified into ice, and the cold and hard touch made Frick shiver. And in the next moment, when his body was slapped away by the huge force that came, the cold tentacles suddenly exploded.

The lump of "ice" exploded into countless debris in the moment of condensation, and the barely cold fragments bounced into Frick's face, but it only brought a tickling sensation. Looking at the tentacles that had been completely shattered, Frick once again confirmed the figure of the monster entrenched in front of him.

Although there was only a vague outline, he guessed that he had succeeded in destroying the tentacles that were about to smash him, as evidenced by the cold fog that had been blown away by the strong winds that had been blown up by the eruption and gathered in one place the moment it had dispersed as it had been. By virtue of the fact that this was a different sign from the previous one, Frick was not sure whether the raid had caused substantial damage to the enemy, but at least it was beyond the calculations of the enemy.

But his sudden action was so hasty that even Curt hadn't noticed—he hadn't even observed the whip-like tentacles coming at them until then. By the time he turned his head at Frick's sudden movements, Frick had already been slapped away by the force of his tentacles.

"Hmm...... Ahem, ahem!"

Frick, who took a few steps back, stumbled a few steps and spat out all the saliva in his throat, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. And when his hand, which had been with the enemy, touched the cold mist that was constantly coming, he unexpectedly felt something even larger.

After that attack, there was a moment of silence, but it seemed to be just the calm before the storm. Frick could feel the massive veins moving slowly, as if some creature lurking deep underground was breathing too long.

The enemy seemed to be wounded, and Frick's unreliable instincts seemed to tell him that the long breath lurking in the leylines was its regaining strength. If this information is true, then Frick is probably the first person to actually do harm to that "creature".

"Hey, what did you do?

Although it is unknown why the monster lurking in the cold fog did not continue to attack, Curt sensed that it had something to do with Frick's recent cover. So he pulled Frick over and approached him with a little excitement, trying to figure out what means Flick had used to stop the other party's actions.

This could well be their last respite, but he really couldn't ignore the tactics that would have an effect on his enemies. Although he could crush the enemy's attacks again and again with his long knife, he knew very well that it would only delay his movements at best, and not hurt the enemy like this.

"No, it still didn't deal a decisive blow......"

But Frick soon noticed that his strength was still lacking, and the air around them moved violently again, and the claw-like limbs were closing in little by little. It can be seen that the monster has become more cautious in its actions after being injured, and is ready to launch a general attack after everything has been arranged.

Although he was able to shatter the claws of the beast sticking out of the mist with his magic, he also knew that neither his speed nor his magic power could completely repel the enemy. If you continue like this, you will only be exhausted by the opponent's continuous attacks, and the end will be exhausted in the last net.

"There's no end to this, isn't there any guy with a good brain who can quickly come up with a way to counter this magically existing alien?" Curt took a deep breath, he had noticed the enemy's movements, but it couldn't help the situation.

If he was the only one here, I'm afraid Curt would have slipped away without hesitation - he really couldn't afford to fight each other with such an unknown monster. What's more, fighting such a super-large monster is still too difficult with the strength of just one person.

Perhaps there is still some time for Frick to adjust his breathing and think calmly about his next plans. Now the people who are enraged in the boundless cold fog seem to have only a few servants and a few of them, and the rest of the magicians have not moved...... They should be waiting for the time to act.

The ice particles in the cold mist slapped against his face, and he could hear the cold wind whistling past his ears, but his heart was full of quiet thoughts. Those enemies are unlikely to be hiding in the wet and cold moorlands far from the manor, and the crows are just waiting for the right moment to strike.

To whom should they be the bait-what to pray to? Will the gods, who have been gone since the age of mythology, really lend a hand to unbelievers like him? If there is anything that would accept the wish, Frick only wants him to help those who are surrounded in the fog with him.

I don't know if it was something that the joking wish conveyed, but he suddenly felt that some kind of power was sprouting in his body, and it was growing at an unprecedented rate. The "senses" that were still just latent in his brain worked uncontrollably, as if to indicate something to him.

So in the next moment, he saw.