Chapter 57

Wearing the Wood Armor *Immovable*, I surveyed the number of enemies.

The Dungeon Master was one, and the surrounding Servant Demons were about twenty.

The Servant Demons were already holding fireballs, ready to throw them.

They outnumber us, but—

"Master! The Six-Armed mode is ready! Please fight to your heart's content!"

"Thanks, Sakura."

I have no intention of losing.

I extended the wooden anchor from the waist of *Immovable* and embedded it in the ground.

Then, I aimed the six arms extending from my back at the enemies.

*Immovable* is one of the forms of armor registered in my magic key.

Its function is very simple.

A shield and six arms. In other words,

"A mass-firing mechanism...!"

I fired the wooden bullets.

They were larger than usual, like cannonballs.

—Boom!

With a heavy sound, the bullet struck the Dungeon Master's minions.

Boom, boom, they were crushed one after another.

"Kii...!!"

Seeing my actions, the Servant Demons threw flames at me.

But I didn't dodge.

"Flames like that are no problem."

After being attacked by Hestia, I changed the way I made the Wood Armor.

I added multiple layers to increase its fire resistance.

Even if hit, it would only turn black and char.

I wouldn't feel the heat.

In the sea of flames, I slowly aimed,

"Additional firing of wooden bullets."

I shot the Servant Demons with wooden bullets, along with the flames. Furthermore,

"Don't think this will end in one shot...!!"

I fired the loaded bullets from the six arms.

They were fired in rapid succession, shattering the Servant Demons one by one. Then,

"Guu... This power... What is it...!!"

The Dungeon Master shouted and charged.

"Huh? You can talk, Dungeon Master?"

But I didn't let him get close.

I fired bullets, hit him, and sent him flying.

Spitting blood, the Dungeon Master rolled on the plain and glared at me with intense hostility.

"Kuu... Ooooh...!!!"

As he shouted, he began to spawn Servant Demons from his entire body.

Faster and in greater numbers than before, they kept appearing.

In no time, the number of minions exceeded a hundred, increasing by several every second.

Even as I reduced their numbers with wooden bullets, they kept multiplying.

"I see. Six arms aren't enough, huh..."

"...!"

Hearing my voice, the Dungeon Master smiled triumphantly.

Indeed, this situation is tough.

Surrounded by over a hundred Servant Demons, being pelted with flames.

Six arms aren't enough.

But it doesn't matter.

"You're too naive, Dungeon Master. ...I still have more."

I extended the anchor from my waist to the forest trees.

Then, the Wood Armor incorporated the forest and transformed further.

"Additional firing mode—*Immovable Thousand Arms*!"

A large form with forty arms on my back.

"...!?"

The Dungeon Master was surprised and gasped.

So even monsters can feel fear.

But it's too late.

"Let's go, Thousand Arms."

*Immovable Thousand Arms* started moving.

The multiple arms on my back rotated, firing bullets one after another.

Like a Gatling gun, it spewed out wooden bullets.

Aim was steady thanks to the anchor.

One after another, it shattered the enemies in a fluid motion.

The overwhelming rate of fire and stability provided suppression.

This is,

"*Immovable*...!!"

"Gu... O, You... What are you...!!!"

With his last strength, the Dungeon Master charged through the rain of bullets.

Good nerve. But—

"This is the finisher. You'll shatter right there!"

Over forty arms fired wooden bullets simultaneously.

The Dungeon Master, hit directly, was shattered on the spot and fell to the ground.

All that remained was a large, black, glowing magic stone.

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Dianeia was waking up from a doze.

Leaning against a large tree, she watched him fight with half-open eyes.

He was fighting much closer than before, yet it felt so far away.

She watched him overwhelm the overwhelming number of enemies alone.

"...Ah, so far away..."

She thought she had become a bit stronger.

She could hunt stray dragons alone and use appropriate magic.

But she was still far from him.

Just seeing his strength made her shiver.

"I want to become stronger..."

As she muttered these words, he walked over, removing the wooden armor.

"Phew, even with *Thousand Arms*, the consumption of wood and magic power is insane. It was supposed to be a simplified version with only a thousand arms."

"No, no, Master, your magic power hasn't decreased by even thirty percent?"

"Really? I guess I'm just tired from not being used to it. ...Maybe I should use it more often, like for harvesting fruit."

"Hehe, I'll help you then."

He rotated his shoulders and chatted with the kimono-clad girl with ease.

Dianeia admired the scene.

...If I could become as strong as him...

She thought she could protect the town.

And she wanted to stand by his side, just like that.

She thought, I want to be able to stand by his side.