Black Summoner

Milky Crespella, director of the Lumiest Institute of Magic Instruction and dorm director of the Selva dormitory, had strong confidence in the special stage prepared for this confrontation. Welcoming Caesar, the peak craftsman on that path, repeated endurance tests are conducted over a long period of time, based on the combat power of Art, an active S-class adventurer. Whenever the theory and the results of the study were flawed, a thorough review of the various elements was conducted. Facilities, materials and human resources - we have everything we need. If there is anything else missing, it is only firm enthusiasm and readiness to try to accomplish greatness. and said their team during the prep period was home to madness as researchers and craftsmen.

"We were able to satisfy the stage that was completed because of its hard work. Pure physical and magical durability is also possible, and that stage has the ability to perform automatic high-speed repairs. As long as you have the operators waiting around you, no matter what kind of attack you make in the game, the stage cannot be destroyed. Yeah, it's never gonna happen."

"Mi, instructor milky!? How the hell did you get there and talk about it?!?

At the right time, Kelvin was impressed, and that's when I heard the stage commentary. Hearing about it, I'm even more convinced that Kelvin Below S Adventurers. In fact, however, the tin in the middle of the game could not afford to listen to such a thing, only to concentrate a little on the imminent threat.

"Circle/Storm"

"... ugh!

Tin swinging down the wind thunder rod that was swinging at Bell's storm. Then what happened? A strong enough wind to counter the wind of the bell unleashed more than a stick. The flowing wind draws a circle and flies out the end of Bell's attack.

"Solemn Qingtong Piercing Hash"

Bell's decision was quick after he recognized he had been prevented from attacking. The pursuit of a bell that does not allow blinking, a penetration-specific wind spear released more than a sharp kick, approaches the throat of the tin trying to recieve it. but this is also put on the wind rotation and bounced in the off-target direction.

Wind walls reminiscent of iron walls are more magic than one stick presiding over the wind of a wind thunder rod. This magic does not require any user magic, but instead uses rotation (...) as the source of power. As an image, would it be close to wind power, which turns the turbine and converts it into energy? Rotation, that is, the number of times the wind thunder rod has been wielded and its strength can be converted into the magic of wind and thunder. Tins that had never used magic before and did not possess the skills also dealt with this wind thunder rod, so that they could be countered in that respect by Bell.

(Heh, you play Solemn Clear Throughout (Piercing Hash). Hi. Sounds like it wasn't my first move, but did you even ask Kelvin about my moves? Well, from what I've heard, the words that come back involve Sister Serra. I guess you guess- go away!?

Aggressive evasive behavior. Bell strayed wide aside and did something that approached him from the front of his eyes. Soon after, the pain passes through his cheek, and Bell's blood finally drips off the red line.

"I see, that's fast. That was quite a surprise."

"... that sounds like you can afford it. Sometimes I just flash my first look with a piece of skin!

"For a second?"

Let's put the mistake down. The identity of the attack, which injured the cheek, was the kunai unleashed by the tin. No, should I call it a rail gun like bullet, struck in with a stick of thunder, on the opposite side of a stick that caused the wind, to be exact? The principle is unknown, but when the kunai the tin hides is struck in with a wind thunder rod, it seems to cause a phenomenon like that earlier.

"Hmm. Looking down on you, it's true that there's actually a difference in strength... but I might have to apologize for this. You, I'll do more than I imagined."

"Thanks for that. But I'd like you to be more motivated than an apology or something. Otherwise, I can't enjoy it either, like a master."

"Don't worry, I'm going to. - The Ethereal Sword of the Wind Cut (Gladius Aire)"

Pale storm blade, manifested with the roar of the wind. The Devil's Sword of Distortion granted to Bell's one leg, its presence is out of standard and out of standard. Even if most of the people in the venue were blinded and distracted, it was impossible. It was the mountains that Tin wanted to do the same, but the situation won't try to forgive me for it.

"Fengjin Legs (Sonic Accelerate)"

(Ha, do -)

Further granting, speed multiplication. The speed of Bell when this happens is not perceived even with tin eyes. At the moment she noticed, the bell was approaching before the wind barrier formed by a circle (dormant). Besides, that wasn't all. About half of the fence was already eaten and half-destructed by Bell's demon sword.

(Ma, the circle of memories created with the master can be opened with force moves!?

The depths that should have been one of the aggregates are easily broken. The shock of the tin was immeasurable, but that's why I honestly didn't have time to be flushed by emotions.

(No more seconds of respite! I managed to avoid it with Willow (Yanagi) -)

"- Heavy wind pressure (air pressure)"

"Huh!!???

Bell's magic unfolds one after the other, even during the attack, as though it prepends thought. Suddenly pressed by heavy pressure, Tin is forbidden from dodging every walk of Shinobi.

(Heavy, y...! Now Willow (Yanagi)...!

The horse running light starts to climb in front of the tin. Cooking with my mother at an early age, workout scenery with my father in adolescence, adventurer activity since adulthood, yearning for Kelvin, memories of how recently - they flow into the stream in an instant and fall into the illusion as if the time around them had stopped. But even in such a slow world, only Bell's offense maintained a rate of normal kicking. The circle of the tin is on the verge of breaking down, and the decision is imminent by shaking off the running light.

(Then I'll take it with my bare hands!? No, that's nothing but recklessness! Whether it's defensive or recirculated, they take it with them on each arm! The remaining hand, after all -)

- Zang!

"Ah..."

………

Bell's demon sword, which slashed down the circle, pierces the tin with a knife to return. There was plenty of blood paste on the blade that pierced the pericardium. The battle that was unfolding at super high speeds caught the attention of the audience at this time.

"This, Mr. Bell's attack pierced Mr. Tin!? But this, Mr. Tin..."

"No, not yet"

"What?"

To Milky's words of denial, Lan accidentally returns a vegan voice. But everyone in the audience was responding the same way.

"Oh? That's crazy. My wind-cut Ethereal Sword (Gladys Aire), though it did pierce you and you should have been bathed in blood?

"... Empty (Flirting)"

Tin was alive. Until earlier the two of them were attacking, a corner of the stage that was the opposite of the place. One knee on stage but no marks on her chest as pierced by the Devil's Sword, she is in a state of five-body satisfaction.

On the other hand, there was no tin figure on Bell's demon sword, and even the blood paste that should have adhered had disappeared beautifully. The response was definite, and even the live runs and the surrounding audience would have seen the sight. Even so, the tin is incredible to live forever on the other side. Bell, who had seen those phenomena up close, spins some thoughts in his head.

"I didn't feel the magic flow, so it wasn't a magic fake or a fantasy. I mean, from the feeling of piercing, there was definitely an entity. He seems to have carefully named his moves, but technology is not a substitute for completing them. I guess it's hard to think of that as your unique skill right now. Are you okay? Aren't you wearing out more than just now? Oh, maybe if I use the current one, I'll shred my strength or something? Are you hitting on me?

"... monster"

Sweat finally pours down on the forehead of the tin, which inadvertently shows off his wife's hands. But still, her grin had not disappeared.

"- Go, wait! Come on up here!