Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

In front of the big door, touch your —— that was black -- robe and touch the armor underneath.

"Oh, yeah, Russell."

"What?"

Sibilla turned her jacket upside down and showed her the dark lining. That was where the goblin's ear hit and the blood came on.

Then Sibilla cut the jacket a little with her sword, what she thought.

"Try the cure"

"Okay. Cure Link."

When I used my magic, the blood stains that Civila was turning over to show me were gone clean.

"Heels next."

"Fine, Extra Heel Link"

"... you seem to be the one who picks you out of the blue..."

Seeing the magical effect as I listened to Sibila's groaning whine, the pieces of clothing were no longer clean and refreshing.

Well, I've learned before that my cure contains the magic of clean, but did you tell me that heels can also help repair fabric, not dirt?

"Really, your magic. How does it work, wow?"

"... hey, are you serious? You made me use it without certainty!?

"Yeah, but?

I'm just impressed with Civila, who's flat with her neck tilted just to say that this one's weird, yet again, the way she sits her liver is amazing...

"But now you know. This magic definitely works on broken robes, as well as armor defects and snags.... whenever the flesh returns, the armor remains in the shape of a crushing arm, and it's unlikely."

... Oh, that's true. I don't really want to imagine a missing arm going back toward the recessed armor like crushing my arm.

"And more."

"What?"

Civila gave me some things to remember and some post-crusade instructions.

I wasn't sure what that meant... but Sibila instructed me, I'm sure it meant something.

When I tapped into my head the contents of the instruction, I called back the window barrier and opened the main door.

—— What appeared at the end of the door was a large space.

Characteristic is that there is a long staircase.

Me and Sibila nod at each other and go down those stairs one by one.

A long, long, wide staircase between the king's sights, as I have only heard from Janet's book. You got about thirty steps?

All down the stairs.

I'll look behind you.

—— There is a thin membrane of magic in the door that remains open.

"Enchanted Dark"

(Enchanted Dark)

Set up your sword with a hunch and see the center of the room again.

There, until just now, there was no shadow or shape, but at some point there stood a golden armor.

Definitely. You're the boss's living room armor.

Again, as Civila expected, it doesn't show up to be an enemy very different from that hierarchy.

... you're wearing a lot of flashy, brilliant armor instead of undead.

After the noisy one at the edge of his eyes, Sibilla had already rushed up the stairs. That's a quick decision.

I'll unleash my first magic on the floor boss as I try to follow right after him, too!

"Darksphere!

Double chanted, slightly larger magic sphere.

A seemingly plain change, but twice as voluminous as Civila taught me. If this magic hits you directly, it will do a lot of damage.

I make sure that magic attack strikes direct —— I couldn't.

"... what?

Living armor took fast sidesteps the moment he thought he had dropped his hips.

And in my hand, at some point, a thin, long, seemingly superior sword is held.

Wielding that sword a few degrees, I laid out my sword looking at this one.

... This guy is strong.

Nor is that simple strength.

Probably a demon of a completely different pedigree than the Miscellaneous Fish Living Armor so far.

floor boss version of living armor, not We need to revisit it to the perception of a skilled swordsman in gold armor.

The opponent holds the sword, while the lower back position.

—— Coming!

"Huh...!

A shock passes on his arm and a misrill coat of dragon tooth swords placed with both hands screams.

No, it's not my sword that's screaming.

——

When the floor boss decided his own blue-white, shining sword was slightly missing, ten steps away in one backstep.

He moves sideways for about five steps in one sidestep at the same time as he leaves, and takes another sidestep to return to his original position.

I can't read your expression at all, but you seem to be asking me how to get this one out.

Still, you're the kind of guy who overshadows the impression of the undead from the ground up.

I had no idea the speed of horseback riding living armor just had a human twist on it, and it was such a pain in the ass.

But......

"Yours has a misrill coat-like vibe too... but my sword with dark magic on it sounds better"

——

Do my swords have pride, I felt like the red light behind my helmet glowed strongly.

At the same time, he comes running dressed like a floor boss slashing at me.

To that extent... in mock warfare with Vince and Emmy, I've tried to prevent them many times.

I stared at my opponent in the direction of shock -- lost sight of him.

"... what?

I immediately realized I had been fented by the enemy.

But this floorboss opponent, who makes a quick attack, has that instant second of his life.

Shortly after I laid my sword with both hands as a...!

"--Stonewall!

A roar rang from right behind me, and a golden remnant appeared as it passed over my head from behind.

The floor boss put both legs and one hand on the wall with a tall sound and dressed as if he had landed on the wall, he kicked the wall as it was and went down to the ground and stiff.

"I'm not jerking off! Wow - I took it back on the fast side steps and was helping out on the next back step!

When I checked the back, I saw a square wall with purple rock skin on the back. That's unmistakable, the magical trace of Stonewall.

Right... did Civila hit that floor boss (...) up (...) when I was attacked from behind, from a place that overlooked the whole thing (...)?

What precise control and timing......! That's great, I can really count on you.

"Sorry, that helps!

I lay down my sword while I reply to Sibila.

- Hmm?

I felt uncomfortable for a moment, but immediately perceived the movement of the front floor boss and concentrated in front of me.

But how did you deal with it?

When I was lost, what a sibila came down the stairs.

Rendezvous at the stonewall trail toward which Sibilla hastily turned.

"It's dangerous!

"You and Atashi are magicians, there's no difference! More than that, come here!

When Sibila fixed her shield to her forearm, she forced herself to take the sword from me and set it up with both hands.

You're dressed to slash each other with that floor boss instead of me.

"Are you okay, he's strong!?

"Russell."

"What the fuck!"

In a calm voice as opposed to me in a panic, Sibila said without looking back.

"Has the quick enemy... forgotten yet?

—— Huh!

I was totally flirting with the strength of my opponent and there was blood on my head.

Yes, I forgot.

Impossible for an opponent with an exceptionally high evasion rate to have excellent endurance.

That's why I taught this in advance from Civila.

I rely on Sibila's sword for my defenses and Sibila's stone walls.

Oh... this is the power to trust your partner with a party.

Even in a floor boss fight, this guy is a sober skilled senior.

Really comforting.

Open your arms to the left and right.

And breathe... unleash that magic.

"Darksphere, Darksphere..."

(... Darksphere, Darksphere)

The alternately unleashed magic falls into a place of nothing and explodes.

At first glance, useless shooting magic that just attacks the ground that means nothing.

But... in that magical blast, there is no earliest gap.

Little by little, the walls created by the blast have narrowed down, and it seems that the target has finally grasped this intention as well.

And the floor boss set up his sword in a straight line looking for Civila to crack this situation--!

"Flare Sword Wow!

—— Civila's high-powered short-range magic, pierced with armor.

"My wife keeps her hands hidden until the best moment. You lose when you think Atashi specializes in stone magic."

And the floor boss who wounded his own leg, which was the biggest weapon, is inevitably subjected to all my dark magic.

By the time it hit a few degrees, the armor had already stopped moving.

In my head, my voice sounds.

"You did it!

"Oh, thank God. Don't count on me."

"All this time, Russell's mellow on you, too, Civila. - Chan!

"Don't get on with it. … at all, if only it hadn't been said or done…"

Apart from Frederica, I'm not going to allow that to be called. Especially for Civila.

As much as I think I've been wanting you to do it lately and I'm telling you, I took a familiar chop to Sibila in good shape, and I held my head down and appeared behind a crouched Sibila, blurry view of the crumbling ground.

When I'm doing that...... suddenly Sibila stands up and looks at this one.

A serious expression closes in on my face.

... hey, what the sudden.

And she touches my ear to kiss —— squeal small and small.

"Russell, plan two"

When I confirm that voice, I take a loud, deep breath and sit down.

And look up at the stairs as you wipe your forehead with your sleeves.

The door was covered with a wall of magic.

"... I didn't know you were here, sir"

I turn to the other side of the door.

There was a demon king I saw then, standing near the boss's armor.