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

And Travis walked over the neck of a giant Sarpent and instantly jumped around the waist of the Dagon body.

Even if it's hard to get close to Dagon, that's the street if you scaffold his neck beyond the fact that his lower body is made up of countless Sarpent necks.

"Come on! So do we. - Whoa!

At the next moment, a storm with fierce water splashes swirls around and swallows the perimeter of the dagon as if it were a tornado.

It is no longer even difficult to stand with your eyes open.

Even the half-fish man who was attached to the ship is indiscriminately harmed, and several bodies are blown up and water falls.

"Captain! I can't do this any more! Take a distance once!

Ulysses cuts the rudder and leaves the storm.

But Dagon never followed us, never approached the shore, and stayed inside the super-local storm that wrapped up the lake.

"I don't know what's going on, man."

"Maybe I'm trying to blow Travis away. That giant won't be able to target you cleverly."

Of course Travis can't make the noise to that extent.

But it's also true that you can no longer cover us.

Hild rushed over in a hurry as he was leaning his thoughts on the next hand to hit.

"Captain! Oh, my God! Sir Ambrose is not here!

"What!?

There is no time to be wholeheartedly surprised by the sudden reports, and countless half-fishers' heads come up on the lake around the ship.

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

The next unexpected number of bites occurred, but Garnett and the others were given interception instructions to break through the siege net anyway.

- By the time Luke and the others left, avoiding a stormy storm, Travis was clinging to every single Dagon's body surface and looking up to one thing to aim for.

The position of the weakness (medallion) identified by Luke in "Right Eye" is the chest of the Dagon, deep inside the cliffs of the cut rock mountain.

It would take a lot of power to break through that thick meat.

Travis abandoned his fine calculations and, assuming a blow at full power, clenched his right fist wrapped around a gauntlet of misrills.

And before I resume my journey, I throw my voice behind my back without moving my gaze.

"I don't remember asking you to accompany me. Is that Luke's offer?

"This is rude. As a researcher, I want to see it up close because I'm a big guy. I'm not gonna pull your leg, so take a big look."

Nestled there without a simulated storm as a thing was Sir Ambrose, a strange wind knight who hid his whole body with a robe and hood.

Travis also grasps that his main business is a researcher wizard.

Originally, a man who concealed neither his face nor his identity could be trusted, but if Luke, like no other, puts his faith in him as a subordinate, that in itself would be a reason to admit Ambrose as a friend.

"I can't help you if something happens. Destruction of the Warcraft is paramount."

"Fine. But he seems to be after you, so I'll let him accompany you for a while. Here we go."

Shortly after Ambrose said so, Travis sensed an anomaly that had occurred on Dagon's body surface.

Dozens of half-fishers emerge, like fish, frogs and humans, trying to break through the rock-skinned epidermis from the inside, killing Travis as he crawls around his torso close to the vertical with his limbs.

What a sight to incite physiological disgust.

As if the surface of boiling water bubbles, when a half-fish springs up, the pierced epidermis regenerates quickly, and right next to it plays again to make the family appear.

"Climbing cliffs and cleaning miscellaneous fish with one left arm? This guy's about to break a bone."

"Oh, can't you use your right arm?

"We're charging for magic. The more you save, the more powerful a substitute you'll jump, but the more you shoot, the emptier you'll be. I'm going to put maximum power in the middle of it."

Skill Name [Magic Strike] - The effect is pretty much everything I explained to Ambrose.

In short, it's just a blow that increases in power depending on the amount of magic.

A simple and articulate attack skill that increases the charge cap and increases the power if you accumulate just the same amount of magic, but has no other peculiar and complex effects.

Not as rare a skill as the truth is, but a mediocre substitute owned by a few percent of those who fight on the premise of fleshshell warfare, as the craftsmen who use the tools gain [repair] skills in the house.

"I see, I would definitely like to see that. How far can a man with the usual skills go... we've seen it coming up close."

Ambrose kicks and jumps Dagon's rocky epidermis, and rises over Travis's head swallowed by a winding gust.

It can't be an inadvertently skipped lapse - etc.

The wind shield produced by the Dagon was used in reverse to take advantage.

So I'll take care of the interrupters.

A lobe-covered ambrose body twists and twists, ignoring the physical structure of the human body.

And when I wondered if the front of the robe had been opened, several synthetic beasts (Kimyra) popped out of the interior.

limbs, snakes and goats. Horses, eagles and roaches. Six-legged tigers, bat wings and big deer horns.

A flock of lizards (anyway) with fairy stingy jade wings roam the universe, and a multiheaded serpent with various carnivorous heads devours a half-fish man.

- Seeing this as an opportune opportunity, Travis quickly rushes up the cliff with his left hand and both legs and up the surface of Dagon's body.

Ambrose, even naturally, lands next to it, using an organ like the leg of a worm stretched out of a gap in the robe to aid it and follows it to Travis' speed.

"I didn't hear you say you could offer such a substitute."

"Because you didn't say so. Wizards like me who have been asked to become knights are offered the right to keep their research secret in exchange."

"I see, I mean, this time you're acting like a special big deal."

"You've decided you want to admire the great language of tailoring a warcraft with that fist blow, without being disturbed, right?

Travis rushes up his abdomen all at once to a gap where his family's half-fish man is ravaged by a synthetic beast.

But only a few moments away from his chest - Dagon's huge palms were slammed into where Travis was, and he made a roaring noise all the way to the end of the horizon.

Although Ambrose was blown away in its aftermath, he stops in the air with wings that resemble dragons.

And in the trail where the giant palms that produced the water scratch were avoided - there was no sign of Travis.

"Ha! You're so excited! Then we'll have to do everything we can to show them off!

Travis became Jen royal on the edge of Dagon's huge hand and was laughing heavily with a look he had not felt threatened at all.

Such a massive blow can't be a direct hit.

After a gentle dodge, he approached his hand and used it to move away from his torso, reaching the same height as the center of his chest without labor.

The right fist gathers magic to the point of awesomeness, and the gauntlet of Mithril gleams with dazzle.

"Let's go! Medallion Warcraft!

Travis scaffolds his huge hand and leaps, fleshing straight into the center of his chest.

He then wielded his fist in the air, slamming the [magic shot] of the maximum charge into the chest of the rocky Dagon.

Boom, flash, shock wave - the lake surface far below falls under wind pressure and mists so that a local storm can play.

From Dagon's chest, which was so shocked that even the trees on the banks of the river shook, the (...) green (...) abundant (...) wind (...) view (...) | of the (...) side (...) was peeking.

The blow of Travis's body literally pierced the flesh of the immense warcraft and made him try to penetrate through the great hole.

- Behind the dagon, which collapses and disappears like dust, the medallion, unbroken and bent, arcs and falls.

Ambrose grabs it in the air instead of sinking into the bottom of the lake.

"Brilliant. Damn, I didn't know you were really just gonna end up with a blow. This is going to require me to rewrite my next paper. Happy screaming...... I wonder if it will, for once"

Looking down at Travis, who had fallen to the lake with the remains of the Warcraft, Ambrose sighed briefly under his hood and shook his neck sideways.