Then Travis sprinted over the giant Serpent's neck, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped to the waistband of Dagon's main body.

　Even if it's difficult to get close to Dagon, as long as his lower body is made up of countless Serpent necks, it's that street if you use the neck as a foothold to follow.

'Alright!　We too--whoa!

　In the next moment, a fierce, splashing storm swirled around Dagon like a tornado, swallowing him up like a tornado.

　It is no longer difficult to even stand with one's eyes open.

　Even the half-fishmen attached to the ship are indiscriminately damaged, and some of them are blown away and fall into the water.

''Commander!　I can't do this anymore!　I'll take my distance for once!

　Ulysses took the helm and broke away from the storm.

　But Dagon didn't follow us or approach the shore, but remained inside the super-local storm that had rolled up the lake water.

'What the hell's going on, yah?'
Maybe he's trying to blow Travis away. I don't think he's going to be able to get a dexterous shot at that behemoth.

　Of course, there's no way Travis would have made a sound like that.

　But it's also true that we can't cover him anymore on our end.

　While I was thinking about the next move I should make, Hild came running up to me with an impatient look on his face.

''Commander!　Oh, my God!　Lord Ambrose is not here!
What?

　Without having time to be sincerely surprised by the sudden report, countless half-fish heads emerge on the surface of the lake around the ship.

　Apparently, Dagon himself has decided to focus on dealing with Travis and leave us to our subordinates.

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get through the siege, but also of sending Garnett and the others to intercept them.










　--It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one, it's a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　The location of the weakness (medallion) that Luke had identified with his 'right eye' was Dagon's chest, deep within the cliffs of the sheer rocky mountain, the depths of Dagon's chest.

　It would take a considerable amount of power to penetrate that thick flesh.

　Travis abandoned his fine calculations and clenched his mithril gauntlet-clad right fist, assuming a full power strike.

　Then, before resuming his movement, he threw a voice behind him without moving his gaze.

'I don't remember asking you to accompany me. Did Luke send you?
'Excuse me for this. As a researcher, I just wanted to see it up close and personal, since it's such a big deal. I'm not trying to pull your leg, so take it with a grain of salt.

　It's a good thing that you can't get away from the pseudo-storm, because it's not a bad idea to have a knight with a bizarre look on his face, covered up by a robe and hood.

　Travis knows that his day job is as a researcher-like wizard.

　Normally, people who hide their true faces and identities were not to be trusted, but if Luke, the other Luke, is trusted as a subordinate, that in itself is a reason to recognize Ambrose as a friend.

''I can't help you if anything happens. Defeating the demonic beasts is our top priority.''
No, thank you. But since it looks like he's after you, I think I'll stick around for a while. Here he is, right now.

　Shortly after Ambrose made that statement, Travis sensed an oddity that had occurred on the surface of Dagon's body.

　Breaking through the rocky surface skin from the inside, dozens of half-fishmen appeared, looking like fish, frogs, and humans combined, crawling around the near-vertical torso with their limbs and rushing at Travis.

　It's a scene that is quite physiologically repulsive.

　As if the surface of boiling water was bubbling up, the half-fishmen would spring up, and the pierced epidermis would quickly regenerate, and the immediate vicinity would pop back up again to reveal their subordinates.

''One left arm to climb a cliff and clean up a small fish? This guy is going to break my bones.''
Oh, you can't use your right hand?
It's charging. It's the kind of thing that increases in power the more it's stored up, but one shot and it's empty. I'm going to put its maximum power right in the middle.

　The name of the skill 【Magic Power Strike】--the effect is almost all that I explained to Ambrose.

　To put it simply, it's just a blow that increases in power depending on the amount of magic power you put in.

　It is a simple and straightforward attack skill with no other unique or complex effects, although the charge limit is raised in accordance with the improvement in skill (level) and the power of the same amount of magic power accumulated is also increased.

　As a matter of fact, it's not a very rare skill, it's a mediocre substitute that some percentage of those who fight on the premise of flesh-and-blood combat possess it, just as craftsmen who use tools have obtained the [Repair] skill across the board.

''I see, I'd love to see that. I'd like to see how far a man who has mastered mundane skills can go ...... since we've witnessed it up close and personal.

　Ambrose kicked at Dagon's rocky surface, leapt, and then was swallowed by a gust of wind that rolled up and soared over Travis' head.

　It couldn't be a blunder - or any other blunder that had been carelessly sent flying.

　He took advantage of the windbreak generated by Dagon to the contrary and took an advantageous position.

''So let me take care of the interloper.

　Ambrose's body, covered by the robe, distorted and twisted, ignoring the physical structure of the human body.

　And just as the front of the robe seemed to open up, a number of synthetic beasts (chimera) leapt out from inside.

　Four limbs, a snake and a goat. A horse, an eagle and a praying mantis. A six-legged tiger, a bat's wings and moose horns.

　A flock of lizards with elfishly iridescent wings fluttering through the air, and multi-headed snakes with the heads of various carnivores devouring the half-fishmen.

　-- Travis sees this as an opportunity, and without fear, he runs quickly up the cliff face and up the surface of Dagon's body with his left hand and both legs, without fear.

　Ambrose lands next to it as if it were natural, and uses the insect leg-like organ stretched through the gaps in his robes as an aid to follow Travis' speed.

'I never heard of you being able to produce a substitute like that.
I didn't tell you. A wizard like me, who was knighted at my behest, would trade the right to keep his research under wraps for the right to keep it secret.
Oh, so you mean to tell me you're getting a special treat this time?
''Of course you want to appreciate the big talk about finishing off a monster beast with a single blow of your fist, without being interrupted, don't you?

　Travis ran up his abdomen in one fell swoop while his subordinate half-fishman was being overrun by the synthetic beast.

　However, just as he was close to the chest - Dagon's huge palm slammed into the place where Travis was, and made a roar that echoed to the end of the horizon.

　Ambrose was blown away in the aftermath, but he stopped in midair, spreading his dragon-like wings in the air.

　And in the wake of the huge, water-scraped palm that was avoided - there was no sign of Travis.

''Haha!　So much fun!　Then I guess we'll just have to show it off as best we can!

　Travis stood beneath the rim of Dagon's massive hand, smiling broadly with an expression of no threat.

　There was no way that such a large swinging blow would be a direct hit.

　He evaded it lightly and then moved over to his hands, taking advantage of the fact that they were moving away from his torso to reach the same height as the center of his chest without exertion.

　A tremendous amount of magical power gathered in his right fist, and Mithril's gauntlet glowed dazzlingly.

''Let's go!　A medallion hexenbiest!

　Travis leapt using his huge hand as a foothold and fleshed out in a straight line to the center of his chest.

　Then he swung his fist in the air and slammed the maximum charge [magic strike] into the rocky Dagon's chest.

　A roar, a flash of light, a shockwave - the surface of the lake far below caves in with wind pressure, and a localized storm dissipates like a popping storm.

　From Dagon's chest, which had been struck by an impact that shook even the trees on the riverbank, peeked out from the green(-) bountiful(-) wind-scape on the opposite(-) side.

　The blow that Travis fired with all his might literally pierced through the body of the giant, extreme monster beast and pierced a huge hole.

　-- Behind Dagon's disintegrating and disappearing like dust, the cruelly bent medallion arced and fell down.

　Ambrose grabbed it in the air, which was more than enough to sink to the bottom of the lake as it was.

It's brilliant. I didn't expect you to kill it with a single blow. I'll have to rewrite my next paper on this one. I wonder if it's going to be a scream of joy ......, for one thing.

　Looking down at Travis, who had fallen into the lake with the wreckage of the demonic beast and all, Ambrose let out a short sigh under his hood and shook his head.