Black Summoner

- The Catacombs of the English Spirit - 10th Floor

"Anne, are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. My throat's a little burnt, but I'm gonna get Kelvin to fix it."

Ange takes the hand offered to Lion and stands up. Now that there was no protection of the ice, the magic unleashed by Estonia deeply and deeply determined the defenceless surface. Most of the cathedral hall is buried with rubble, leaving no decent place to walk. In the meantime, one of the debris moved out on its own.

"... Buha! Oh, there he is... finally out of it."

A worn Gerrard emerges from it, retreating a little from the debris he has suffered. He's used up the magic built up in the Devil's Sword, and his armor has been crushed and deformed by the way, but he looks better than he looks.

"Good luck to you too, Jera. Are you okay?"

"Oh, Lion! It's not okay, but maybe it's not okay!... Can I have a shoulder car?

"I don't think that's going to hurt you."

Lion crosses Gerrard's shoulder with a difficult face. Glad to hear it, Gerard.

"Sorry, I really wanted to help you out sooner"

"Yi Yi's. Thanks to you, Lyon, we can handle this."

Lion looks around again. All the enemies in the sky were burned by Ange's blast, and those who were forming the Thousand Eyed Giants (Stambeat Argos) were wiped out by Estonia as well. The enemies on the ground have also been controlled by Gerard's activism. The powerlessness of Estoria in question was also completed. Although Ange and Gerrard's damage cannot be ignored, it can be said that this battle was won twelve times.

"Right. Not at all. Lion is great."

"Uh, what?

"Sun Li."

from the top of his helmet, but Gerard is more true than any other. Seems to have finished removing the anchor and grandson ingredients as well, bringing the lion down from his shoulder. Just then, a small, truly small, plundering voice was thrown at me.

"No, no, no, no... the assassin, but... the other one, he was hiding, I can't believe..."

The voice lord is Estoria Kranvelz. Immediately receiving Lyon's "Absolute Purification," she was supposed to be the end of an immortal vampire, and her whole body should be ashed. However, there is no indication that there will always be ashes because of the devotion of faith to God or because he is protected again. It is easy to start and end like this, but depending on what you think, it can be a valuable source of information. Whatever it is, she knows the story of Ange after she leaves God's messenger. The first was to leave the judgment to Kelvin. The communication has already been completed and we should be arriving here shortly.

But the target is the king of vampires. If you leave it alone, you may come back to life on your own. In an attempt to just do it, the MP is absorbed from time to time while taking three degrees of penetrating vision with the dramatic sword reesal and restraining it with body chroot for the hardest metallization. This made Estoria's magic constantly at the bottom, rendering her incapable of using magic. The depletion of MP would also be giving it some bad status. Just in case, ask Alex, who was in the shadow of Lion, to appear, and manipulate the shadow to tie him to a double geese character from the top of the chroot.

Later he confiscated her wand and a wipe bag with the 'storage' function that had been hidden in her chest. Lion tried to peek into the contents, but at that moment the contents began to purify with great momentum, so he tightened them immediately. Perhaps there are tons of artifacts and monster carcasses in there to resurrect.

"But it's sweet... I think it's better to kill me soon, but..."

"I was at Kerr's to judge that. We're just gonna keep this place alive until then."

"Well, this is on the edge of something, too. Until then, why don't we talk about it without other love?"

Gérard moved to next to Estoria, where he fell and lay low.

"............ (cum)"

"Huh? Hey, anti-soul. How many blushes are you blushing?

"Hey, it's nothing... earlier, the burn fever just hurts..."

Estoria tried to deflect her face, but only her gaze because she didn't move a bit. But if I turn to you, I'll be in contact with Gerard's gaze. Estoria's vision should be gone for sure, but she's upset as if she's really seeing it. Maybe he's feeling something he can't see.

………

………

"Oh, yeah! What happened to the princess!? Washi, we have to go to war there!

Gerrard, who is either pushed by the subtle air or can't see standing up. Grubbing around against Melfina's created ice wall.

"Mel's battle is over. The Immortal King has been defeated safely. You haven't seen the log? I'm supposed to be focusing on Sister Atra's recovery now."

But it stops by a sharp scratch like Ange decides.

"Haha, is spring here too, Jera? Pretty girl has an unexpected competition."

"You're not, Lion! How many times have I told you I'm a wife......!

"They say we already have enough annoying triangles...... ha. I can't talk about people, either, but I think the anti-soul guy's in love."

"Ugh, shut up..."

A bickering that shows my woes and sudden exuberance. It was Estonia who had long forgotten her true love, but only marginally, she had something to hold in her heart. Its nature, which had been diminished by the spirit of charity, would be written as mad love if it were in letters.

- Pisces.

A crack runs on the ice wall that was dividing the hall. It sounds like a pisci and keeps on standing, and it traverses all over the ice wall. Eventually, the dense walls collapsed into ice cubes.

"Oh, it's the princess's triumph."

"I feel like I've been distracted at a good time."

"Well, that's not true."

"Mel, hey."

Lion screams Melfina's name over the collapsing ice wall. But there is no voice for a response.

"Is that it? Didn't you hear me? Okay, let's talk..."

Lion calls Melfina again in his readings.

"... that's crazy. You won't answer me."

"Really? Sure, there's a sign of Mr. Mel..."

Ange explores the signs on the other side of the wall in an effort to resolve the questions posed by Lion. Only signs of Melfina and Atra are still there. - It wasn't.

"Uh, Anne?

"Everybody get ready for battle! Oh, no more! Why!?"

Rarely does Ange panic. Rion, Alex, and Gerard realize that something is happening that is not just a matter of time, and they pull out their weapons. Ange's data that is then transferred to the distribution network. What that information points to is the fourth pillar of God's Apostle and Sequence.

"Why are you here, 'Guardian'!?

The tip of a collapsed wall. There it was the figure of Melfina, full of creation with her knees on the ground, and Serge Floor, the valiant, guardian of God who sat on the altar and grinned contentedly. Next to it lies the atra that Melfina should have helped.

Poor brunette girl, dressed in a pure white exterior and presumed to be at least a swordsman due to her ability to hang on her hips being a sword. But the sword is not an ordinary sword. Lion and the others had seen this sword. That's very recent, too. - The Holy Sword Will with Kamizawa, the brave man of the present Delamis, hits it. Technically speaking, the sword of the holy sword of the sword is the sword of the great sword, whereas the one of Serge is the slender long sword. But the decoration applied to the sword, the quality of the magic that flows. All of them resembled the Holy Sword Will. I had a more intuitive look at Lion, who crossed his sword directly.

The shape of the ice forming the hall is also different. A rough, wavy ice fang across the room must have approached Serge's sitting altar. Its iconic skewed ice statue can be found everywhere. But all of it was bent around the altar just before. For this reason, the altar circumference is flat about three meters, and a stinging crevasse is created around it. The wall behind Serge also collapsed, leaving claw marks of some intense attack.

"I can't get along, assassin. He said he was here after the corner."