Black Summoner

A special stage that boasts endurance values that line up with previous stages for everything, whether physical or magical, and has the ability to do automatic repairs as long as it continues to send magic. It is a work of miracle, created by Milky Crespella, director of the Lumiest Institute of Magic Instruction, who, no matter how many defeats he suffered, never gave up and continued to brush his own arms with his disciples, Caesar, the stage artisan, and poured out the world's highest magic technology at all costs. Theoretically, it could withstand the battle between S-class adventurers, and was calculated as something that would not be destroyed by anyone. As a matter of fact, the first battle of the rivalry played its full part without any risk. But WWII was a little, no, things were a lot different.

"Kuhahahahaha! Do it! That's the man!

"Your sister (xy) is the one who slightly exceeds the expectations of the awkward.

This battle was a true S-level battlefield where two powerful men who rightly deserved to be S-level adventurers could hit each other with all their strength without adding or subtracting. Against the absent destruction, this is another absent destruction looming, colliding and antagonizing - the consequent scattering on the stage is a superdisaster with the power of both sides on board.

"Here, this is ha-ha-ha!? Sharp flames, now the number is as dusty and rainy as it is! Or it's out of all the way up, down, left and right, so we don't have to talk about heavy rainfall! Challenging such a purgatory hell is a mysterious great demon, a stage incarnate golem. Ahhh! The iron fists that are rolled out repeat destruction and regeneration at super high speeds. Could this be using the stage regeneration function as it is? Or the game unfolded too fast and my quick talk reality is about to catch my breath!

I can't see past the contents of a game that's too fast for a live Run Lulu. Flames and rocks are tremendous. and it is exquisite to feel so. Even Ronoway, the gown she admires, is impossible to grasp this level of battle. I don't know what else to do. But still, she continued to describe everything she felt on her skin in words and live. The audience is also excited about the paranormal that happens in front of them, listening to its reality.

But that's why they couldn't notice. D Because I was blinded by the flashy developments and drunk by the reality of trying to get more excited - the foundation directly beneath those paranormal phenomena, the so-called special stage was on the verge of collapse, and so on, and so on, the fine dust didn't even go into my eyes.

"Cave Sword (Cave Blade)"

Graham on the hand of a giant golem wraps a rock around a sword. Even as it was, the abnormally long body was transformed into something even longer and more martial. At the earliest it is a sword for giants.

"Ah? Grant a rock to a blade? There's a fool who cuts the flavor off of himself! Are you licking me?

"Don't worry, the awkward are serious. - Cut Taste Assimilation (Grace Cleaves)"

Continuous S-grade Green Magic [Cave Knife (Cave Blade)], [Cut Taste Assimilation (Grace Cleave)]. Rock the stage onto the ingredients and propagate the cut flavor of the knife "Arid Night Fork (Oh Yasha)" inside to all the rocks. This guarantees the rock knife Graham has an unlikely cut from appearance, and on the contrary, it grants the slaughter attribute to the first giant golem produced, Kannon Kuan (Cave Cannon). In other words, the knife that Graham wields breaks everything, and the fist that Kannon (Cave Cannon) wields crushes everything, even breaks.

"Ho ho!

"Huh!?

Coming here, Graham's offense hit decent for the first time. Bakke is slashed one nail of a scorching dragon nail (scalpel), and she herself is shallow, but takes a single machete.

"Huh...! Ha, ha, ha! Capture the Atashi, or it's good! I see. I apologize for the disrespect! So, finally, Atashi is top gear! - Polar Flame Giant Claws (Pagatrion)!

Buckeye's remaining nine nails swell as they blow flames, and this one gets huge again. The scorching nails gradually began to expand from fingertips to the outside, changing shape to cover her. With it, even her amber hair burns up in the red lotus. If she runs through the universe now, that's just how the passage will turn to hell. It is not suitable for the size of a man-shaped bucket, a rip of a fire dragon - the completion of a polar flame giant claw (pagatrion).

"Seriously -"

"- Battle!

Monsters who can cross blades again. Fighting with increased firepower naturally becomes even more intense.... and Bakke and Graham, who are thus seemingly rampaging at will, but their fruits, the consideration of not destroying the peripheral junctions, was proper. You don't think you're allowed to leave because of a rule violation, they're concentrating their firepower only inside the junction. The only thing I don't take into account is the stage directly below.

"Oh, shit."

"That's bad"

The voices of two men and women who were in separate places accidentally overlapped at the exact same time. One was Caesar the stage artisan, a man who was watching the game with his disciples in the corner of the audience. Despite being in a mixed venue with cheers and cheers, he did hear the screams raised by the stage he had set himself up in.

"Shit, is that it? What is it, Master?

"You've made up your mind. My stage. I can't stand a few more seconds."

"Oh, what!? Is that a special stage? No, no, no, that's not it!

"That's right! That stage is a collection of masters, which is also a delicacy that the great men of Lumiest have collaborated with! That's what you said about that lumiest beauty, that it's okay for a metaphor S-class adventurer to go wild."

"You idiots. Do you believe that lady's words more than mine?

"" Well, that's... "

Yes, Caesar told me, the disciples who clog the words. By the way, my lady and I are referring to Milky, but she is a lot older than Caesar.

"It's true that I made the array spitting blood reflexes, but over and over again, I've been coming to destroy the stage by the S-class adventurers. Mm-hmm, if you hear the sound, you'll see. Apparently, my arm is gonna lose again this time."

"" And, Master... "

The disciples harden their fists with regret. Some wept, and some lamented their own powerlessness. No matter how many special stages there are repair features, there are limits to their ability. If the magic supply from the magicians, the energy source, is interrupted, the repair function may stop in the first place, and even if it is not, the repair speed may not keep up. Caesar took all those limits and admitted defeat here.... but.

"So let me use your wife's hand. Hey, lady!

Admitting defeat, he didn't give up. Caesar stuck his fist out as he screamed towards Milky, who was in the commentary seat.

(Yeah, I know. So I'm already ready.)

You had such a grasp of Caesar, Milky answered that in his mind in good time. The magic item, which functions as a communication machine, is then removed from the nostalgia and a new instruction is given.

"Contact the Magic Supply Squad and move the supply function to a fully open state. So that the amount of magic absorbed will cease to be unusual, so as to leave the supply machine sufficiently, except for Mr. Bell (...). Now, please send her some magic."

Copy that.

Besides such a supply squad reply, Bell's thorny words were flying from the tip of the comms - but Milky decided not to listen to it with a satisfying look on his face. Communicator switched on, off.

"Huh, because Mr. Bell still seemed to have plenty of room. I need you to do your best as a backside."

Yes, Milky and Caesar's hand was to set up the talent that would be able to fight the monsters on stage as a magic provider to send them to the stage. Did Milky expect Bell not to wear out so much in the first battle? Milky seemed to have been watching Bell since the beginning. Looking at the stage, the special stage, which was on the verge of collapse, was about to thrive at a critical point.

"Hey, hey...! Mi, instructor Milky, ha... did you say something...?

"No, nothing. Look, the game goes on more than that. If you can't see it, try harder to be invisible. I support my students with all my heart."

"Oh, it's a ghost..."

Meanwhile, neighbor Ranlululu didn't seem to get Milky's word because of his concentration on reality.