My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I'd Open Up a Weapon Shop

Out of all the instructions I could give in the present situation, I concentrated all my nerves and magic on the "right eye of wisdom".

Magic flowing behind the walls, ceilings and floors of the Great Hall.

They are forcibly aggregated into a wall located opposite us, from which they flow into the Warcraft Scoll through a bunch of alien tubes, providing regenerative and burning energy.

Then the first thing to try is the physical dimensions of the path.

"Sakura! Try cutting the back tube!

"I'm in awe!

"It's just how it goes! If you think it's dangerous, you leave immediately! Nice!"

My words end quickly, or Sakura moved to the rear of the skol in [shrinkage] and waved a cherry blade in a much thicker bunch than a thousand years old Oki.

Then kick the surface of the tube and activate the [shrinkage] again.

He landed right next to me and Garnett over the avant-garde arguing with the Warcraft Scoll body and the Fenrill Wolf herd.

"What do you say? Have you responded?"

"Cutting itself is possible without problems. But...... it's emitting a tremendous fever and the proximity itself is terribly painful. Besides, the cutting surface will soon regenerate. And..."

Sakura clouds her words as she seeps sweat.

Not only did I sweat to lower my body temperature, which exposed me to burning heat, albeit for just a moment, but I also felt a mixture of cold sweats that made me see something I shouldn't have seen.

"... right after the slaughter, on the surface of the tube... its, the eyeballs... like a bunch of 'eyes' came up..."

"Eyes?

"I remember the chills and immediately left, so I can't deny that it was a mistake of some sort"

In response to that report, I tried to look at a bunch of supply pipes in the "Right Eye of Wisdom," but Scoll's giant got in the way and couldn't see through.

If you were just an obstacle, you might have been able to ignore it, but your opponent is a great warcraft that has boosted enormous magic.

Scoll's magic becomes a thick wall and reacts first to his' right eye 'vision, which is harder than that to ascertain what's going on in the back.

"That's creepy, dammit. White Wolf's, what's next!

"... I wish there was a limit to regenerative power, or a part of regenerative core..."

Thinking with your head doesn't give you an answer.

There was nothing I could possibly do right now but actually take action and analyze the situation with my 'right eye'.

Divide the troubled time and skip the instruction to the avant-garde face again.

"Try knocking the maximum firepower in from the front! I want to see the limits of his regeneration!

"Then my sister!

"Hey, wait a minute! Because I can't afford anything!

The brave Ezel, the knight Lionel, and the Dustins continue to pin the Fenrill Wolf herd from one end to the other, but there is no sign that the battle will come to an end.

Because Fenrill Wolf continues to be generated from the next at a pace that can't be pushed off even if Sakura merges there.

And that's not the only avant-garde threat.

A tube that separates Scoll from the bundle that connects him to the wall changes its tip like a fang and hits him like a tentacle or something that's part of Scoll's body.

Regardless, some of them were turned towards me flying directions in the rear, but so far they have been prevented by Eddie's magic props, my curse ammunition, and the Garnet of the Last Defense.

"Covering Noir and Norzuri is... difficult...!

I bit my teeth overlooking the status quo.

Warcraft Scoll is not leaving the fight to tentacles and family to watch.

Soon enough, he won't bite me to pieces, and he's trying to ram the flesh of his upper body alone, and each time he's stopped by a noir curse, a muddy shadow restraint, and a freeze on Norzuri.

Nor is that by any means an overwhelming advantage for the two of us.

So to speak, it's a situation where we're crushing (...) or (...) Ri (...) by ourselves, and we're only buying time until the magic runs out.

"-Don 't underestimate me, human!

You received the words I overflowed as a disdain, Norzuri burst his full magic with outrage and sealed Scoll's entire upper body with huge ice cubes.

Ice cubes melting and cracking at visible speeds.

It is an even more reckless restraint than accepting boiling oil in an ice plate, and it is clear that it cannot be maintained for just ten seconds.

But the mere fact that the addition of family members and tentacles stopped was a good opportunity for Ezel to value thousands of gold.

"Now! Heavenly Sword Invitational, gather in this hand!

Over a hundred glorious blades of magic converge to fold on the high Dwarf sword.

The laminate enclosed not only the sword body, but even Ezel's arm, forming a ridden spear (Lance) contour that was integrated with the armor covering his arm.

"That's just the first time I've let it go with such an output... trump card, how much! - Glow flashes!

The next moment when the ice cube restraint is scattered, a blow of golden magic is released with the spike rolled out by Ezel, blowing the head, chest, and back of Warcraft Scoll.

The giant beast lost its central part of the flesh without a trace, leaving behind a bunch of tubes leading to the front leg, part of the body's surface, and the wall to disappear.

"What do you say!

"... that's more than I ever imagined."

Wake up rigid thoughts and observe the wreckage with the 'right eye'.

Unsurprisingly, the remaining areas were silent as mere wreckage, stopping various activities, including life activities.

"No way, is this it...?

- But reality trampled such pale expectations easily.

When I think that the bundle of tubes suddenly climbed like a serpent, I try to tap that cross section onto the floor to produce what (...) (...) by the same means as producing my family's Fenrill Wolf.

Even though Dustin and Lionel, who instantly perceived its intentions, attempted to destroy it, did not slash it down, which was as thick as Scoll's torso, and jumped away from the inside on the verge of what (...) was born.

It was exactly the same as before, the upper body of the Warcraft Scoll joined to the wall by a bunch of tubes.

"Lying... right...?

The brave Ezel is flashing his eyes.

Despite his own highest firepower, but also a blow greatly enhanced by a new sword, the result is a complete regeneration that leaves no scratch.

The unspoken folks - apart from around Dustin, I guess - will have a great sense of despair inside.

But that despair is unnecessary.

The blow of Ezel's body is not futile or anything.

It was just a decisive blow, bringing me the moment I've been waiting for.

"Thank you, Ezel the Brave. Thanks to you I finally saw (...) eh (...). There's a way to beat him on this spot right now!