Wearing Emperor Flame's Red Armour, Ray glances at the place where the ice looms, wearing red magic.
　One of the magic items carefully selected by Zuboz, a highly skilled alchemist, whose ability to produce ice and shield it, was created after a runaway runaway runaway, and was completely evaporated by the technique of deep flame, which produced the flame of Ray's imagination by skipping the red magic of Emperor Ray's Red Armour.
　When Ray confirmed that the ice had completely disappeared, the next person he looked at was his companion.
　Vichela appears to be happy with the battle against Diaz, or to be unwilling to engage in the battle against Ray.
　It seems that Elena had nothing to do with the fact that she had seen Ray's Flame Emperor's Red Armour in person for the first time or had secured Adria.
　It's because we trust Ray that he can beat the transforming Zuboz.
　Azimov looked interesting at Ray's appearance, but still had enough self-restraint to take a step back from the situation.
　Bune looks at Ray's flaming armour, but he doesn't change his expression; he just looks at it.

"... now,"

　The next thing Ray looked at was a pole with his right arm pierced by a thorn's spear and sewn to the ground, with most of his body entwined by thorns.
　Despite being unable to move, there is no sign of fear in the gaze he casts towards Ray.

"He's a very bold man. No, if you ask me if it's true to my impressions. at any rate,"

　Ray waves lightly, just as he did to a chunk of ice.
　In keeping with the movement, the deep flame is released... just as it touches the shield of the magic item near the pole, and the shield melts into a fierce flame.
　Ray's real intention was to have that shield, if possible.
　Because it had the ability to produce ice and use it as a shield, it seemed to have many uses.
　But it was that shield that produced the ice mass that Ray had extinguished in the deep flame, and if he had been careless enough to leave it, he was in danger of re-creating the ice and aiming at himself.
　No, if you're aiming for Ray, it's still easy to deal with.
　Elena and Vihela will be able to cope with the extent of ice spears.
　But if the target is Bune or Azimov, we don't know what will happen.
　Bune may be able to avoid it, but Bune's own fighting power was far from high, and not necessarily contingent.
　That being the case, Ray's conclusion is that it is best to destroy the shield here, and the result is the shield that is now melting beyond Ray's eyes.

(If it wasn't broken, I could have used the method of storing it in the mistling.)

　Ray's magical blow of a thorn spears pierced the shield.
　Because of this, I don't think I can do the work properly when it's made, and if possible, I can only melt it into some kind of material.

"You won't kill me?"

　Paul quizzically asks Ray, who attacks his shield instead of attacking him.
　Rey shrugs his shoulders against such a Paul with Emperor Flame's red armor in motion.

"I'm not particularly fond of killing. Besides, it's true that there should be someone who knows a lot about the situation this time. You must have Mr. Dusker tell you many things."
"...hmm,"

　Paul may disagree with Ray's words, but he still does nothing more.
　I guess it's right that I can't do anything because my right arm is pierced by thorn spears and skewered to the ground and my body is covered with thorns.
　It was an expression of Paul's robustness that he did not scream or express in pain in such a situation.
　Still, Paul would have done nothing more because of the thorns.

(I'll pull it out after this battle is over.)

　After a momentary glance at the thorn's spear, Ray finally turns his gaze to Zubos.
　They were so transformed that it was better to call them ex-slobs than to call them "slobs."
　Since the roots are all over the body, the roots naturally exist on the face and emit dull light.
　In addition, it seemed to Ray that his body had grown a little bigger, perhaps because of the drug's effect.
　Even though we're already ready to call it a transformation and we're always ready to attack Ray, Zuboz is just looking at him arm in arm.

"What's wrong with you? I thought you would be the first to attack me when you were ready."
"Well, I could have done it. But I'll take the trouble to avenge His Highness Kabazeed. Wouldn't it be better to beat you head on than to make a surprise attack and knock you down without knowing anything?"

　Is it the effect of the roots growing in the body, or is it the effect of growing up in this short period of time?
　The voice coming from her is clearly higher than it was when Ray first heard it.
　He must be confident in his transformation beyond comparison with what he first saw here.
　However, Ray feels uncomfortable with his appearance.

(I understand that you want to kill me for Kabazid's revenge. but I only spoke a little, but I didn't think he was the type to show such belligerence.)

　I feel uncomfortable with my bumpy appearance, and I open my mouth to get rid of it.

"But you've changed a lot," I knew you were a good alchemist, but I never expected you to change yourself so much."
"I can do it because I'm confident in what I make."
"I suppose... but now that Paul is here to defend you, how do you knock me down... No, are you going to kill me? After all, you are an alchemist. In other words, I don't think I'm very good at fighting, but did you think that if I grew up, I could beat you?"

　Ray's words were released as a semi-provocation, but when he received them, he smiled as if he were saying they were too funny to help.

"d*mn it! I know. It would have been impossible for me to beat you. But not now. This, which I have made, has given a certain fighting power to even the Goblin and the Cobold."
"Goblin, Cobold... by any chance..."

　the goblin and the cobolt Both are the names of monsters in the neighborhood.
　But when I hear the current state of the blob and the names Goblin and Kobold, I can't help but think of one thing.
　Cobold is an adventurer who ran away while stripping the material of the cyclops, and he has been engaged in the act of stretching blood vessels around his body with magic items in his hand.
　And the Goblin, though not directly by Ray, was the cause of the adventurer's rampage in front of the main gate of Gillum.
　As Ray looks like that, Zuboz opens his mouth with distorted patterns of roots all over his face.

"Oh, now that you mention it, it seems to have been Ray who knocked down the Cobold. I would have liked to wait and see a little longer if I could, but anyway, what I got from those experiments is the liquid I just ate. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Despite his unsightly appearance, he doesn't seem to detest himself as much as he says.
　Even as I see roots and intricate patterns on the back of my hand, there is a happy smile on my lips.
　There is definitely a light of intelligence in the eyes, even with a little excitement.

(What's going on? As far as I can see, Cyclops and Cobold had lost their self-consciousness when they were rooted. It should have been close to being hijacked by a weapon. I didn't see that in front of the main gate, but I didn't have any weapons at that time.)

　You must have realized what you thought of Ray's suspicious gaze. He opens his mouth with joy.
　Originally, alchemists often want to brag about their magic items.
　That would mean that nothing had changed.

"What are you wondering about? Oh, my consciousness remains. It's because the monster Ray knocked down was a precious sacrifice. As a result of drinking the liquid I just mentioned, I have developed what I call an automatic combat reaction nerve. As long as I have this nerve, I am not just an alchemist."

　When you swing your arms wide, the fist gives you a breakthrough speed.
　At the same time, the clothes that had been forced to hold the body were torn, and the roots of the body, as well as the back of the hand and the face... appeared to be automatic combat nerves.
　The sound of fist-waving was audible to Ray, but his power and speed were beyond the reach of an ordinary alchemist.

"It seems so," As far as I'm concerned, if you have that automatic combat response nerve, do you mean you can fight to some extent? ... the monster I saw seemed to be completely taken over by that automatic combat response nerve.""It's an experiment, so it's only natural. ... well, that's it for the little chatter. I don't want to keep you alive, Prince Kabazid's enemy. I'll put an end to that life."

　Kick the ground with a thud, Zuboz fills in with Ray at once and reaches out as if he were going to cut his arm off first.
　The speed at which Ray can be reconciled is no match for the alchemists around him. But...

"What!"

　He probably couldn't believe that his extended arm was easily hit by a death-size stoner. The sound of astonishment echoes around me.
　Looking at him like that, Ray swings sideways so that his death-size handle hits him.

"d*mn!"

　If he got a death-size blow, he probably judged the handle to be dangerous. He leaps backward at once.
　By approaching Ray, who was wearing Emperor Flame's Red Armour, there was a possibility that he hated it and distanced himself from it, considering that some parts of his body were burned.

"What's wrong with you? Did you understand each other's ability difference with this blow? I think you ran away in a hurry."
"...it can't be so." My strength should have been enhanced by the automatic combat response nerve. That's enough to make it possible for us to move even beyond what is called a first-class warrior."

　Ray nods that he has no particular objection to the murmuring of his own words to himself.

"Well, your movements are not something ordinary alchemists can do. But... your imagination is not keeping up with the move."
"Imagination?"

　He muttered suspiciously, wondering if he expected such words to appear here.
　But Ray continues his words with a serious expression on his face.

"That's right. The automatic combat response nerve you've developed in your body gives you powerful combat power. That's evidenced by your present behavior. But the automatic combat response nerve, as its name suggests, is only automatically moving your body."
"It's only natural. That's what it was designed for. With this, even ordinary people who have no fighting power can gain the fighting power to compete with top-notch warriors."
"Well, only those who use that automatic combat response nerve can deal with someone who has less than a certain ability. ...it's not that hard to read if you automatically react the same way to whatever you do it's going to be. And..."

　Once he pauses, the death-sized Ray smiles and opens his mouth.

"Imagination. ... No, in this case, originality is better? It's not something like that, so I can say it's an easy match for me. I'll show you the evidence."

　Even with a smile on his face, Ray releases the Emperor's red armor.

"...are you looking down on me? Well...that's not acceptable!"

　Didn't you want to acknowledge Ray's words, or did you think that the lifting of Emperor Flame's red armor was a clear contempt for you?
　Driven by the frenzy, Zuboz uses the high level of physical ability provided by the automatic combat response nerve to quickly narrow his distance from Ray.
　The fists waved and let go of Ray's head. . . . . .

"It's like asking me to put in the counter, even if I come so honestly?"

　Avoiding the fist in a single paper position, he wields his death-size.
　a blow with the same handle as before
　Since the original purpose was to capture the enemy, it was impossible to attack them with a blade and kill them, and the choice was to attack them as a blunt weapon that made use of the weight exceeding 100 kg of death size.

"Oh, my!"

　Still, perhaps because of the effect of the automatic combat response nerve, Zubos, who had been blown away by a death-size blow, turned himself up in the air and landed on the ground...

"Oh, my God!? Well, this is...?"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

　Suddenly I stopped moving, and a cry echoed throughout the area.