Black Summoner

- Catacombs of the English Spirit - 8th Floor

The amount of overwhelming demon bullets. The wall of attack unleashed without a gap approaches Serge. But if it's guzzling, Gerrard from behind threatens to be ambushed again by subpoenas, even if he doesn't. Even if we move on, if we cross the barrage, the Red Devil and the Golden Wise Woman will stand. It will be difficult to disappear because of Ange's surveillance eyes. It is not an alarming situation for Serge. But she was laughing with pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah. I knew it would be more fun to get in touch with someone like this than just sitting around."

On second thought, the superiors of this world laugh a lot at the frontiers. The reasons for this vary, and one can't help but wonder if one of the screws on his head is missing. From the average person like Atra, that's more or less what it feels like.

"Don't you agree with Sister?... Sister?

Well, that's also true if she's awake. No response from Atra. She had already passed out. On this occasion, where dark magic swirled without interruption, the real pressure unleashed by the monsters was exerted. "Uh, you have no choice," Serge convinced, looking in front of him. To those who seemed interesting if they were to do it anyway, Serge shook off the Holy Sword and began penetrating the barrage.

"Fast, fast! That's fast, Stra!

"Sister Sella, not if you're happy!

Serge's white blade struck out a number of demon bullets in one swing, and its sword speed was also unusual. I thought I shook a machete, so the next sword is out of action. All of that sword is done at such a rate that it is an instant knife extraction technique. The space is created on a thick wall so that two girls can pass through it slowly. I can still even see the margin for that, too.

'But that's not the end of it! Grandpa!

"Ooh!

Gérard, who replied to a remark from Stra, had set up a great shield on the back of Serge.

"Battleship Black Mirror Shield (Dread Note Riggles)!"

Protruding to the ground was a large shield of pitch-black with improvements by Kelvin. Gerrard's response, the crest lettering floats on the great shield. Then it was the platinum barrier that unfolded. One of the ancient braves, Ragat, is very similar in shape to the unitary junction he was good at, but its properties are completely separate.

The demon bullet of the Gatling cannon passed without being erased by Serge's holy sword, which eventually approached Gerrard. When they touched the platinum barrier, a phenomenon did not weaken its power, nor was it completely erased. - It is a reflex.

"Wow..."

Serge notices the demon bullet coming back more than behind him as he pushes through scratching off the front wall. My face is cramped with no heart. Serge intuitively figured out that Gerard must have done something. But I also assumed that it wasn't simply a reflection. Some of them should have been struck down, but the number is no different from the previous one. On the contrary, it also seems to be gaining power.

War Ship Black Mirror Shield (Dreadnote Regress), a new name for this shield that uses loot from the Castle of Trysen and remnants of Tyrant Mira to reflect any attack. It greatly improves the conventional defense and, in addition, meets the reflectance properties of Tyrant Mira. That's not all. Gérard's unique skill, "Self Transcendence," reinforced his traits and made it possible to increase the power and maneuver he reflected. However, reflexes are strictly forbidden for many uses in order to consume the corresponding MP.

- And well, as a result, Serge was to be sandwiched not only by the front, but also by an enhanced wall of demon bullets from the back.

Not if you're sparing me.

Serge cleverly changes his posture to the shape that carries the atra he held beside him and casts a spell at high speed. Strangely, then, the unconscious Atra grabbed onto Serge firmly with her hands and feet, never trying to let go. This makes Serge's left arm free.

"Will, just for a moment, let me show you one scale of power"

The Holy Sword reacts to Serge's words and emits a dazzling light. At the time, two holy swords, whose split light was in both hands of Serge and whose figure was exactly the same, were clenched in each, as the burnt copy that Knife Ya did so.

'Heh. I knew it was that, Holy Sword Will. Damn, which one is the artifact I don't know...... oh, I gotta let Kelvin and the others know'

"Sister Sella, it's not the time!

Serra seems to miss the old days, but Stra wasn't the other way around. A 'duplicitous' skill that was only allowed to be acquired by the brave. Serge, after two holy swords, was once again a different strength. He strikes down the front and rear demon bullets as if he were dancing even in the dance, and is about to press them to the Stras at the same speed. Serge as well as the back atra are intact and the spilling smile won't change either.

"Everybody, dense formation!

The front row of guards and others, manipulated by Stra, sets up a shield and assembles a formation that protrudes Lance from the gap. It's a formation called the Faranx. Even in the meantime, the Gatling cannon built into Lance constantly sprays fire and continues to attack. but the effect of the war remains unchanged. Doesn't it hit even if you add up attacks from left and right as well as front and back? Stra is going to be such a psycho.

"Here!"

"What?"

Continuing with Gerard, Serge seemed willing to ignore the legions of guards as well, and flew to the sidewall the moment he entered the room. Wall run at the end of the sentence. Yes, he ran out of the wall, naturally, with no food on his face. If the shade of the outfit is not white but black, it is entirely a ninja move. To the point of becoming a good example for Luca, a maid apprentice who had recently woken up on that path, Stra was feeling a chest rattle like a foreigner tempted by the presence of ninjas.

(... Hah!

But there is natural parallel thinking. It's also quick to notice your own mistakes.

(Next time, let your sister Ange or Lion do it!

It was to come up with an instant solution and switch heads.

"It's my turn next!

Down on the wall, as did Serge, was Serra wrapped around the demon Red Fight (Bloodskrimidge). They maintain their posture by feeding their viciously enlarged arms into the wall and forcing them to fly with their wings. I hate losing this one too.

"Still, you're really similar, aren't you? Well, there's a lot of similarities..."

Second, I see that Serge is full of it.

"To whom, where?

"Ask the anti-soul later, too!

"Oh, wait!

Within a moment of Serra's distraction, Serge jumped from the wall and landed on the floor. On the way there are only a few piles of monsters (many human-like ones) that Serra and the others would have crusaded ahead of them, and the space where their blood paste will follow. Stra and Guard's army, which passed by running through the walls, will also only be able to unleash Gatling cannons in distress at this distance. That alone will not hurt Serge. In fact, Serge's, a chunk of luck, never stepped on it, although Serra's was in disguise in the blood attached to the floor.

"See you later."

Turn to the feeling of running back and say goodbye. That's when I heard a voice from a pile of monster bodies.

"Ice Temple (Frozen Temple)"