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

- The giant of the Warcraft Dagon collapses.

A fist punched into the center of his chest penetrated its thick flesh easily, deciding the battle with only one blow.

With the collapse of the upper body, the lower body, composed by countless giant salpents, also ceased to function, sinking into the bottom of the lake with the continued collapse of the abdomen.

"Seriously... what kind of skills would I use..."

"That's just a [magic shot]. It's a good example of going out of standard once you've got the basics right."

"... that's just the limit, dude"

'Right eye' confirms that the half-fishers of his family disappeared into the lake, answering a flashing garnet.

It never seemed to disappear in tandem, but it was created anew and no longer increased in number, so later every time the adventurers encountered it, they would take it away and end it.

"Ha ha! Really fucked up with a blow! Half the time!

Chandler was the only one laughing joyfully as the faces on the boat lost words to the house surprise.

"Hey, Admiral! The A-rank adventurer is always like that!?

"No way. Speaking of the intensity of the punch, Travis is losing one of his heads with a punch. Plus, the effect of the misrill coating made it seem a little more powerful than usual. How would it have been if I was usually equipped?"

Chandler said this in such a way that he didn't want to fight excessively, but in fact, there is ample chance that even his bare hands could have crusaded Dagon.

It is true that Travis, equipped with a misrill-coated gauntlet, defeated Dagon with all his might [magic fire], but that does not mean 'defeating Dagon even in this gear is the limit'.

The blow earlier is clearly overkill.

The excessive destructive power of defeating the Warcraft Dagon was pounding through his back and fogging in the void.

Assuming a warcraft with tougher flesh - or even a divine beast - Travis' fist will be able to be an effective hit, and adding to the reduced power caused by bare hands should preserve just the performance that leads to the Dagon.

Of course, considering what happens to people who shoot [Magic Shots] who cast all their spiritual powers, I have to make it a trump card that cannot be used lightly.

"Ulysses, I need your ship back immediately. We need to retrieve Travis."

Proceed to the battlefield where the Dagon vanished and restored tranquility.

Travis was standing on a lake with no waves and swimming guidelines, waving at me with a troubled face.

"Hey! Over here, over here!

"I knew it. Ulysses, lay it down, please. Garnett, put the rope down."

I'll fly directions to everyone and pull Travis up to the ship.

Travis slipped back onto the deck and looked at the ceiling (sora) in a heartfelt refreshment.

"Hey... I feel good waving my full fist in a while"

"Instead, you can't afford to swim out of magic, or you'll have enough for a real fall. You just didn't sink into your muscle masterpiece?

"With such a good ship, you won't have to worry about it not being recovered"

First slap each other lightly, make sure that the recovered Travis is not injured, and then just decide to get back to what it was supposed to be.

But I want to make sure that there are mountains, so let's first prioritize what could be human life.

"By the way, I don't see our Ambrose, but wasn't he going that way or something?

"Did you just notice? As you can imagine, he was coming to see us."

"I knew it. I thought there was no way he was blown away."

"You said you'd collect the medallion after you helped clean the mess and keep it on its way to its true destination one foot away"

Combined with a grudge at unreported behavior and relief at being able to confirm safety, he exhales briefly.

"I have no choice. We'll join you soon. Ulysses, please."

"Aye, darling. Do you want to hurry?"

Immediately after Ulysses' ship cut its rudder to its true destination, Hild has advanced reluctantly.

"Um, Captain Luke. Shouldn't we head back to the shore for one second? Mr. Travis also seems to be draining his magic considerably, and it's not too late to tell the waiting team he's safe and resting."

I didn't even think about rendezvous with the waiting group.

Having regard to the various circumstances, I have merely considered that priority should be given to the rapid achievement of objectives.

"Maybe that Warcraft is a defensive system planted by Agate Lamb. Because they're probably the only ones with a replacement for a complete medallion. I don't know what happened to us... but it was definitely an attempt to intercept an enemy from this route to the third tier."

Warcraft Scoll, who took the light from the second tier.

Warcraft Muspel put in as a trump card for the assassination of Administrator Fraxinus.

To date, Agate Lamb has made strategic use of Medallion's Warcraft.

The path we're trying to use for Operation Yang is a waterway that serves to supply water resources to the third tier, but was therefore unsealable, and the Agate Lamb side is also supposed to be used for intrusion routes.

Then it would be a natural idea to plant the Warcraft Dagon at some point in time so far and try to eliminate the outer enemies in a second tier phase.

"But the whole defense system isn't just the Warcraft thing. While the intruder is being chased at the end of Dagon, there can also be operations for another system to prepare. If the Virtual Enemy is the Demon King's Army, you can't imagine a single piece of Warcraft."

"Nah... I see. One foot to the destination because I thought so too Sir Ambrose...?

"Maybe, though. I understand your intentions, so I'd like you to explain them properly."

Is this because secrecy is the basic researcher?

I also feel that values are uneven at a fundamental level with adventurers whose information-sharing via guilds is fundamental.

"Anyway, let's hurry up. If you think too much of me, that's fine. I wanted to protect the intrusion route until they put in those big boobs... and I need to make sure they get home for Operation Yang."