269 Sixteen Tales First Trial •

I was desperately collecting Din Eater wreckage on a magically made dirt vessel while applying it to Din Eater's body fluids.

As long as we collect it, we can carry it later, to some extent, by oatem.

But the din-eater wreckage is surprisingly heavy.

I was also carrying the magic alternately, but I'm a little short on my own.

Besides, the time limit by the statue of Kudr is approaching from behind.

For that reason, Munich, a subordinate of Mere, Peter and Peter, had also helped carry Din Eater.

I carefully put Din Eater on a dirt vessel with the magic of the wind, and then I look back at Peter.

Peter was carrying Din Eater in wind sorcery, just like me, but he moved slowly.

Is there something I can't flatter? I carry it too carefully.

Normally that would be fine...... now, there is something about the Kudr statue.

Munich said he didn't want to use extra magic and was carrying it in charge, but he just looked at the statue of Kudr as a flicker and the work is not progressing at all.

"Shh... I'm sorry, Mr. Peter, Mr. Munich, but, uh, it's hard to say, just a little bit more, so hurry up. Really, just a little bit more."

When I said it, I threw the din-eater Munich was in charge on my back to the floor.

Beautiful circle, din eater slapped from the back.

"Um, Din Eater is definitely sturdy, but once it's precious, any imitation that would inadvertently hurt...!

"How much do I care if I insult Master Peter!? Come on... you're looking too low at Master Peter. Understand how honorable Peter is and regret his own stupidity..."

Peter's arms blocked Munich's mouth, which began to make hysterical noises.

"... please, don't do anything extra, Munich. I believe you're not stupid."

"Dear Mugu, Pei, Peter......! But but............! By virtue of him, he asked Master Peter to retrieve the carcasses of the family of the Kudr God..."

"You really don't seem to know what happens if you break his mood. Anyway, now follow what you say!

"Yes..."

With Peter's persuasion, Munich also re-bears the din-eater he threw on the floor.

Is this the guy called Human Virtue? After all, people who stand above people are amazing.

I lowered my head in gratitude and laughed bitterly.

Peter nodded vaguely, slightly attracting his licence, and took his eyes off me.

Even as we do this, the statue of Kudr comes closer to us as we clasp the tentacles of the statue and move in a cool way.

Munich turns to Peter worried.

After seeing the statue of Kudr, Peter compared me to the statue of Kudr and held his head.

I want you to carry as many dineaters as you can if you have time to mourn.

"Abel... isn't it time for the limit? And now, that degenerate... the statue of God is coming this way. I don't even know what lies ahead, and it's time to move on..."

"... right. Of the thirty bodies that were already in shape, fourteen have been held by Ashra 5000..."

Ashla 5000 had a large earthly vessel on each of the six arms, two or three dineaters on top of it.

It's harder than that to let the Ashla 5000 have it.

Do you want me to make it this far?

The statue of Kudr is a gimmick created by Johannan, a priest who summoned the Kudr God, said to be the most powerful sorcerer of the Divine Age, assuming he escapes.

I don't think he's the one who fights properly and can handle it.

Munich walked in with a flurry of din eaters in charge.

"... this, to the last dineater..."

"Yeah, I know. If it's not time to move, you're worried about the Kudr statue. Hey, leave it there."

I told him that I wanted him to stay on the ground, but Munich approached Fluffy and Ashra 5000 and placed a din eater in a vessel on his stood hand.

I'm glad that's the way it is, but with a fluttering foothold, I feel comfortable going straight to the arm of the Ashla 5000, slipping my legs and hanging my entire weight onto the vessel.

"Ah..."

A vessel falls one after the other from Ashla 5000's hand and is slammed to the ground.

The Ashra 5000 is naturally not as yawdy as Munich was able to move, but the vessel was just letting him grip it lightly with his hands.

If I let him grasp it as much as he wanted, he would crush it, so he didn't have the time to adjust and loosen it up.

Well, you'll be fine. It was an invitation by a mental clue.

"No!

Munich's body is buried in Din Eater's carcass.

From between the carcasses, arms are stretched.

"Munhui!? You, Ana......!

Peter screams close to screaming.

I'm shivering both my arms out front with a crocodile.

"Muh, mr. Munh!? Hey, hey, back him up, back him up...!

I moved the Ashra 5000 and let them rescue Munich by excluding Din Eater.

She was bleeding from somewhere, but Munich was badly injured.

Apparently, the cover Peter's men were wearing to hide their faces was scrambled by Din Eater's wreckage, exposing their faces.

I had a slightly more hysterical impression, but unexpectedly she looked like a plain beauty.

The consciousness seemed slightly blurred because of the loads placed all over the body on the wreckage of Din Eater.

"So, are you okay, Mr. Munich? The number of Meir's fingers, you know? Abel, once you get the distance from that statue, you should take a look at it..."

"Oh, yeah..."

I was worried about Munich, too, but I was desperately calculating how many Kudr statues I could pick up back by the time I got here in my head.

I'm worried about Munich too.

I'm worried, but this is something else, or I can't help it.

Din Eater's skin, I just did a quick analysis earlier, but I was making the decision that it was clearly useful.

Even with the warcraft and spirits I've ever seen, I pride myself on the sturdiness of losing one head.

It also has excellent elasticity and would be great for comfort. It is also resistant to heat and cold and does not depend on heat.

Ideal as a robe cloth fabric.

I wanted to get Din Eater back together soon, but it's forbidden to be in too much of a hurry.

Weird rides could crumble again.

Is it best to just let Ashla 5000 disappoint you and get away with it...?

"Munhuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What are you doing to me? Whoa!

Peter grabs Munich's neck.

Fingers were eating into the flesh of his neck. It is grabbed by a pretty strong force.

Do you have difficulty breathing, Munich gasps in pain?

As I stared, Peter slapped Munich's head on the floor.

Make your breath rough and your shoulders up and down.

"Wow, I'm sorry... my eagle men have such a lapse... I'll try to make this up to you later. So... only life, just miss him. Even so, he's the best of the weasels."

"Yes, no, you don't have to be that far......!

Apparently Peter thought I'd be in a bad mood now, and it was a flat apology.

Nevertheless, it was my hasty mistake to compromise the vessel collecting Din Eater in a somewhat unstable state.

I did ask you to stay on the floor, but Munich did an extra thing. The quote, when you tackled the Ashra 5000 and slapped down the vessel, you grabbed the chest barn and shook it, and said, 'Do you know how valuable this is, this is an historic loss, Mr. Munich!?' I was driven by the urge to clog it up, but even I can read the air.

Besides, it didn't mean I didn't have to.

Munich couldn't have done it on purpose either.

"... you know, Mr. Peter... you mean to make it up to me... other than that, I don't mean to... well, what the hell is Din Eater... oh, no, can I run for two?

"... Yes?

After being visibly upset, Peter squeezed the force in his body to carry the nearby din-eater in one piece.

"Ugh... so, there's nothing you can't do..." Get me another ride on the eagle... "

... This, after all, seems impossible.

Whatever I say, Peter, you don't seem very physically capable.

It looks painful, no matter how you look at it.