Black Summoner

- demon king castle lowest floor/moon hall

Moon Hall where Bell supposedly lived in the past. Its large mansion, illuminated by blue-white fantastic lighting, has not damaged its jaunting construction, albeit semi-destructed, creating a majestic atmosphere as if it were still emitting moonlight. In contrast, the movements of the two involved in the battle in front of that mansion were, to the contrary, intense.

"Huh!"

"Shit!"

If Serra's bright red fist strikes Bell as she roars, Bell knocks it off with her stormy pale legs. If Bell wears a wind blade on his leg armor and swings it around, Serra cuts it off brilliantly with a serious white feather removal and snaps the blade. Such exchanges were alternated one after the other.

Even now, the speed of each hand is horribly fast, but both Serra and Bell try to take the next hand faster than their opponents, so the pace is increasingly starting to raise gear.

Masters pair hands with each other slowly, something that just seems slow to amateurs. Someone talked about that somewhere. But this isn't a pair of hands, let alone they're not masters. Outsiders who transcend human boundaries are fighting each other. Fists and legs meet to create shock waves, and wind blades leave a great scar on the wall. Those adventurers and knight soldiers can't even get close to the two of them, and the shockwave will knock them on the wall, and if they're unlucky, the wind blade will be double-breached.

Such an elephant is not an acceptable battlefield to be a bystander, but the Hall of Wonder and the Moon has not been damaged. Apart from where it was originally destroyed, the precision is such that the walls of the mansion are shaken by shock waves. I don't come here to say anything about a wind blade at all.

"You don't have to be weird, do you? You don't have to, because I twist it."

"Phew, your sister is still something you can afford! For what I can afford, I might have cared for you by accident!

"You lied. You don't have any shards to spare. Look, look."

"Ho, ha, ha! Tea boy...... Yikes!

The bickering while scattering disaster continues at this rate. Just as you can't stop your hands and feet, so can your mouth. The words are pointy, but somehow the mouth doesn't even look loose.

"Oh, isn't that wasting bloated fat in the way? The attack, it's been plundered, isn't it?

"If you do specialize in flattery, it might be ideal to look like Belle's chest! Yeah, I only agree there!

"............ (pikipiki)"

- Like it's loose, it doesn't look like it. No, it's your fault. I can tell you're sticking your anger on your face with a smile on your face.

"... Is it time for a prep movement?

After a massive kick and defensive arm bumped into each other, Bell jumped and took a great distance. Serra, who was watching the condition, turns one arm glued as she reaches for her shoulder to see how she is doing.

"Well, my body warmed up in a good way. I knew moderate exercise was best!

"Then this is the end of moderate exercise. - Let's go, huh?

- Gwong!

When the bell rings a cane with the toe of the leg armor, the sound of the wind rushes through the ground. Did Sella find aggressiveness that way, or she repositioned herself to take the steps. The wind runs multiple times to follow the lottery and leaves a crack on the ground.

"That's all... then, isn't it?

"Naturally, Yikes!

A single leg of a raised bell. With the auspicious wind sound eventually it is dropped directly below and hits the ground hard with momentum. Ground with more wind noise and shaking. Serra didn't lose her balance, but she intuitively felt that the shake wasn't a joke.

- Come on, let's dance.

When Bell said so, something jumped out of the floor. Beautifully shaped cubes, even with dark colors. Will it be three meters long in size? If you look, the ground has holes the same size as cubes.

(You were cutting the contents of the ground with the wind earlier. Seems like I've seen it somewhere on this occasion...?

Serra, who traces her memory, came to the thought of the Beast King's Festival in Gown. It was the sight of a match with Bell who is right now in front of us.

"You miss it, don't you? But the ground here is not like that brittle stage, so you better be prepared."

Suddenly, enthusiastic criticism of Mr. Caesar, a stage craftsman proud of his gown general arena, popped up. But in fact, this lower level with the Moon Hall is a pretty stubborn build, and even if Serra or Bell is so rampaged, it hasn't collapsed. The stone used for the paved floor part is specially made, which is also thick. This is the result of the fact that the pro fool Demon King Gustav is his daughter's cuteness and pursues a thoroughly secure and safe space. So Mr. Caesar is not bad, not bad.

A large needle emerged from the toe of Bell's leg armor, like a gacon and pile. Whether the pure white leg armor enclosing Bell's Demon Ethereal Struggle (Scrimige Divillate) was mounted inside, it is shaped like a pile bunker. Bell stabbed the pile into a cube of floating cubes with a terribly quick motion and smiled with her gaze toward Serra.

"... Yaba"

As Serra expected, Belle kicked the cube in the air. A game in memory, a sight that can also be a re-burning of the offense then. But the threat is something else.

First of all, the amount of cubes coming up. Cubes that appear indefinitely from the ground according to Bell's will are stabbed in the pile by Bell and kicked away the moment he shows up. Kicking is stabbing, kicking is stabbing, kicking is stabbing - like dancing a light dance, Belle repeats it. If so, the cube descends on the targeted sera as if it were a scoll.

"Ever...!

Serra concentrated more on avoiding the attack she could throw than on playing. Just like last time, if it's about the stage material, I don't have a problem playing it all with my fist. But Serra's reckoning had refused to do so. It doesn't taste good to touch an array directly.

In fact, Serra's reckoning is correct. The floor of the building prepared by Gustav slightly exceeds the intensity of Mr. Caesar's stage, and is reinforced by Bell's tonal aggression. Because of the direct exercise by the leg armor, its enhancement had also been raised to near the limit at once. Where I painted it with blood, the momentum of the attack will not stop. Destruction with a single blow is difficult, so you have two choices: avoid it or play it twice, but if you were to play it again and again, the damage would have accumulated steadily. Selah's choice was the best. If it's Serra, it's avoidable to a certain extent. Still, if I multiply the number of times, I'll have to intercept you with my fist...

"... not yet, not enough dancing, right?

"- Huh!?

From the shadows, something like a pale laser pierced the sera from cube to cube. It was the shoulder area of the Demon Red Fight (Blood Scrimmidge) that Serra wraps around, but it will be damaged by the time a big crack enters in one shot.

(Tons of cubes are eye-catching! I wonder if they're after us!

In addition to the throw of the earlier cube, the pale spear-shaped wind, the Solemn Qing Ethereal Piercing (Divillate Hash), approaches Serra from the blind spot. Only the Solemn Qingqing Ethereal Piercing (DIVILITATE HASH) of the first shot was directly hit. But Selah, the boulder, was not intact in this situation either, and gradually began to suffer hand injuries.

(... Jiri, you're poor. It's time -)

Serra breathes while attacking. Serra's air, which was dynamic, was also felt quieter as soon as possible.

"- Maybe it's time to use it. Gordia!

Serra's wrapped red armor began to release even more red aura.