Black Summoner

- demon king castle lowest floor/moon hall

Goldia is a martial art created by Goldiana Pretiana, the most powerful S-class adventurer in the world in fleshshell warfare. Martial arts do not specialize in technology, but embody their own life-energy 'chi' as a weapon. It is easy to put into words, but harsh and special training over the years will be absolutely essential to make this a reality in practice.

... or maybe it's nothing but recklessness to try to embody the uncertainty of being only a concept, without the aid of skills. But Pretty the Founding Fathers made it. Strengthen the flesh to its limits in an indomitable spirit that knows not to give up, climbing to the top, both physically and mentally. On the basis of them, when he approached nature with a merciful heart and broke through the essence of his dwelling in himself, Prettia was the first to awaken to this power. That is the first step towards Gordia.

Since then, her achievements have become remarkable worldwide, with several fierce men knocking on the Dojo Gate with their disciples. Pretty's bizarre appearance bewildered some of them to go home in relief on the spot, but everyone was known for their name on some road. But in the end none of them could mend Gordia, and all went away frustrated in the middle of the road. Though unexpectedly there have been rarities in which people who didn't even anticipate Pretty would wake up in essence, there are still only two people, including Serra, who have communicated their licenses so far.

Goldiana's merciful heavenly cow (Rose Istal) dyed peachy aura of chi, purple expressed by the noble fairy (Violet Fairy) on the Grostina stage. And Serra, the new heir, had mutated the basic color red into red and had her name named after Prettier.

- Also known as the innocent Blood Lady (Crimson Astreia).

When it was freshly expressed, it really only entailed a trace amount of aura, and I didn't know what abilities it possessed, but Sella definitely asked her best friend Pretty to name it. There's no particular reason, because I wanted to, if I were strong enough, so be it. At last, they also taught me the decision dialogue at activation, but now I can't afford it, so I omitted it.

"Su......"

Every time Serra breathes, a red chi unfolds around her. As you air into a shriveled balloon, the aura continues to swell into something thick and tough to see.

If supplemented, the bell's throw and the wind shooting that penetrates it continue unabated during this time. Serra was getting ready for Gordia, but continued to mock them with the minimum of movement needed. Serra, who turned her mind around, is more sensitive to changes around her than ever. The swallowing of the situation becomes out of step, and with the addition of her intuition there, she is elevated to the feeling of a little peek into the future. Even if it does not have to be Gordiana's inherent skill 'Sixth Sense', it can be said that it can exert its power at a level close to it.

(Even though it works smaller than just now, it's taking less bullets...?

Bell, with a sharp sensation, was quickly aware that Serra's condition was changing. Furthermore, instantaneously, I felt intuitively that I should not leave it like this. This is also an unusual intuition just because she is Serra's sister.

"... crush"

Shortly after finishing the kick, which would be the next throw, Bell penetrated towards Serra. The breath of the storm, which is violently released from the leg armor, gives Bell enough speed to overtake the cube that he kicked off earlier, and Bell, as he put it, becomes the wind. It's also a whimsical wind, no, a whimsical hurricane. The wind in Bell's manipulated leg armor creates an irregular orbit and some cube shields are thrown, so it is not easy to capture it when it comes to Serra, who is demonstrating a divine suspense.

That's why Serra stops breathing and strives to be vigilant around her. The innocent Lady of Blood Warfare (Crimson Astreia) in the middle of deployment is still incomplete. But if you don't concentrate on perception, it's imperative that Bell poke you in the void. Serra opened its sharp twilight eyes thinly, exploring the signs from a group of slow-motion cubes looming in front of her.

- Cuin.

(There he is!

In this windy place, Serra hears only one different sound. A wind noise that flows taller and sharper than the others. Are you traveling in momentary moments or following empty paths past zigzags and acrobatics? Now, Serra won't miss another sign once she finds out. In any move, wherever he hid, he was definitely following him with his gaze.

"Pale Eating Slash (Divillate Slash)"

Have you noticed that you are captured, Bell unleashes a pale slash twice on his leg from behind a certain cube and fires it into a sera formed in the shape of an X. The cube divided into four parts is further pressed by Bell's generated blast, which, together with the slash, strikes Sera.

(Main attack......!

Serra wraps the red fighting spirit around the red armor. Serra had a hunch. Bell, who is serious, makes a move that takes away his blindfold and his opponent's attention, and there's no way it's going to end. Perhaps fate will come after this attack.

"But it's not like me to just wait!

"- Eh!"

A winged sera steps out of the front and sets up a special attack. Bell has already moved diagonally forward, but if he keeps going straight, he'll hit a mixed slaughter and rubble attack.

"The road, flicker yourself!

With the huge arms of the Demon Red Fight (Blood Scrimmidge), Serra pays off the threat of pushing over in a circular motion. Arms are alien, but their sophisticated martial arts are beautiful. As the cube fragments gave way, the X shaped slash drifted away from the center. What's left is...

"Wind-cut Ethereal Sword (Gladius Aire)"

Bell with a pale, pale, and roaring sword on one leg. How much magic and wind had gathered there, around the sword was beginning to distort. I'm done swinging my sword, and I'm going to knock it in now. I mean, I've been tapping into it.

"Grr!"

Bell's sword pierces Serra's fist as she intercepts. Like the stormy legs, the sword plays Serra's blood.

"What?, underestimate?"

"... what do you think?

It's a bell that pretends to be spare, but I really don't even think of it as a foresight. My own perception of danger is setting off an alarm with cancer, and above all, my instincts are telling me so. You should be impressed with the sharpness of the demon king's bloodline. Because I got the right answer this time.

The next moment the sword pierced her fist, Serra held that fist as long as she could. I didn't care that my fist could be hurt by a sword, I just crushed it as much as I wanted.

"Gee......!

One leg of the bell wrapped around a stained and wind-cut Ethereal Sword (Gladius Aire), meat and bones screaming. That's the same with Serra, but she doesn't try to let go with her mouth angle up. The painful hands involved should be considerable, but is the look an imitation of Kelvin?

"Fool, right. Keep all that wind of mine and just do it,...?

"It's about each other, isn't it?

Serra's right-hand arm armor, which is immediately diminished in intensity due to a tone invasion, is destroyed. The black gold demon (Alondite) is also badly damaged and will not be able to be used as it is. At the same time, Bell's sword disappears, and Serra's bloodbathed right leg pale armor is ordered to "disappear" and disappear. The pure white leg armor as an item of equipment also flew off somewhere. All that was left was my left arm and my left leg.

"Or..."

A pilebanker, which had been planted on the left foot of the preemptive bell, stabbed deep into Serra's stomach. It's the pile that was poking at that huge cube. Close to deciding rather than stabbing.

(... can't you take it?

Bell trying to pull the pile out of his leg and add a chase as it is. But the pile didn't leave my leg. The pure white leg armor was made by that Jildra. I don't trust humanity at all, but Bell put a certain amount of credit on the weapons he handles. We broke down here? No, it can't be.

"Gotcha."

Yes. One way or another, it's more convincing that it was embedded during Serra's surgery. The pile bunker was covered in wind, but somehow Bell was convinced. Perhaps this conjecture is also a hit.

"... ch"

Serra's huge left fist wrapped around Bell's little body and squeezed it with all her might.