Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

For now, we have no problem - we are defeating the enemy. On the castle grounds and inside the castle, Orielle and the small spiders spread traps, closing the passageways and blowouts, and making it possible to grasp the location, number of people, and distance by vibration to the thread. Even if you can break through the entire town and the walls, you won't be able to pull out the last barrier castle. If the goal is to buy time, we can say that we are in a good position.

That way, I can concentrate on fighting the key. Breathing is stopped halfway to here, and the wind magic creates air directly inside the lungs. It was judged awkward to relativize in a state of being recognized as an enemy by the key, and to incorporate the particles of fog under the influence into the body.

It feels like my neck is twitching and burning. Even as I stood up and opposed Ouroboros, the magic power was blowing from the key.

For a moment. The key is crushing the distance like a wind. The speed at which I can illuminate that the key has grown in a flash. Literally one of those blinks. The sword orbits its neck.

A heavy metallic sound resounded. I got it in Ouroboros. The shields that unfolded along the way were naturally broken apart. We cannot accept a simple shield.

Even if I stopped the slashing, the key would not stop moving. Multiple arms moved like separate creatures, delivering incredible density of blows.

A spear is pushed in, and an arrow is struck where it turns and dodges. If I rolled my shields diagonally, my next slash and spike would be close. The arrows disappeared into fog. The next arrow gathered to condense at hand.

I won't stay for a moment. A series of blows that inherit a stream of water. All the moves that are launched are a quick slash that kills the opponent, and is also a stone for the next attack. Make it real and straightforward. That's the impression.

Nemea! Capella!

Answer the call. Nemea and Capella, wrapped in golden magic, jumped out of the Kimaira court, caught a key attack with their claws and horns, and rebounded.

With Nemea and Capella reacting fast and skillfully, it's hard to keep a close eye on Kiriri's attack head-on. That's why we will compensate for the lack of effort by letting you directly control the movement of the two, and adjust the speed of attack and defense to the key.

A spike at a distance from the skin. I slashed through the space to the edge. A blow released to pinch. Attacking to fill the next moving position. Every time we met, every time we tangled, the shock ran.

The key entity was covered in fog and curse and was invisible to the eyes, but the magic power could tell the approximate position.

I stepped into the swirling curse and fog. I couldn't see the real thing, but I knew it was there because of the magic response. Legs that remain together as if they were zazen with multiple arms. I could tell that I was still levitating and slashing, and using my moves. Unarmed. A pair of arms tied together to make a mark.

The blade deflected Ouroboros and showed a movement that pulled him inside the distance. If you pack the distance so that you can swim on the invitation, you can hold the arrow in your hand from the side and slam it into your neck like a skewer. A foggy, invisible blow.

As it was, it accelerated with the air blast and jumped into the swirling fog and curse. The magic shockwave emitted from the bottom of his palm was blocked by one arm.

Still, the shockwave pierced through. For the first time, the key jumped backwards. However, if we step in, the key will be pushed in in a conical state to respond immediately.

Ouroboros, Nemea, Capella, and Valor gathered together and intercepted the technique. The shock and sound of an attack versus an attack. Bouncing sparks. Windblowing weapons passing by. Attack density as if you were brawling into a mixer.

Solid hammer!

If I created a boulder with earth magic and smashed it, it would be cut into two like butter. That is naturally to be expected. When I hit the solid hammer, I hit the next cloth stone.

I clenched my fists and crushed the two big rocks. If you pull the shot from behind towards us at high speed, the key marks will change. The barrier bursts into stone with a gruesome sound. Some of the returned projectiles are fired at further acceleration by Varros' gravitational maneuvers in the swing-by maneuver, cutting them in at the same time.

The key is flying overhead, facing our way. I jumped backwards and released the arrow at a tremendous speed.

Weapon. The weapon in your hand is changing. It was made by collecting fog, so it can be rebuilt at any time. I don't want to show you the kagiri for now, because it seems to focus on martial arts, but I should also keep in mind that I can change the shape of my weapon and surprise myself if I feel like it.

All the raining arrow balls were unusual. Instead of wearing it, it has the power to be blown away from where it hits.

I sewed the gap between the arrows and pushed them with the magic light to fill the gap. He rushed over the fortified castle, chasing the key to the pull-fire.

The fantastic glow of the sunny underworld is reflected in the vision. The perimeter is covered by a barrier, but large enough to fight the key. I don't get involved. Let me do what I want.

Activate Queen Jela's Jewels and float the Magic Save around you. Shots were fired when the light bullets hit the arrows. The arrows collided with each other - I couldn't let them fall back into the fog. Hardened with an arrow in a sealing spell, it didn't come back out of the control of the key. It's a way to cut down on the resources you can use.

Either you disliked it, or the weapons in our possession have changed after we've filled the space a little. Thinking of flying to the right and to the left, it accelerates at once and draws an acute orbit that laughs at inertia with the swirling fog.

Even though I was above me and swayed to the top of the stage, when I slashed in, I was slashed by rotating my body from below. Speed enough to leave the barrage behind. An irregular trajectory that doesn't make you read ahead.

Ouroboros and the sword clash, radiating the impact and scattering spark light.

Is it better to say a behavior that is reminiscent of the movement of UFOs seen occasionally in creations? We also respond with magic light propulsion and Varros' gravity wings.

It was a close-quarter battle that pulled out the light like a comet, maneuvering at high speeds.

While flying at ridiculous speeds, it rewards crossover instantaneous attacks and runs in tandem to compete for speed, bouncing against each other and charging toward each other again.

Attacks and defenses switched around, pouring in all the technology they could.

It circles the sky and the earth. Slashing and stabbing. Shock to catch and spark to bounce in. An incredible skill and reaction speed worthy of being called a God of War.

The magic slave I was accompanying - I couldn't shoot him properly in the form of a bullet. Because it will be avoided after seeing it.

That's why I scatter it over here and detonate it by activating Resonance Mine the moment the key enters space.

Take it.

By daring to create a gap in some direction in the up, down, left, and right movements of the key, he is guided to the area where the trap was set. The moment I waved my arm, Resonance Mine detonated multiple times.

The explosion pressure spreads with the acoustics.

Since it is a directional technique, if the aiming is not precise, the power will also diminish, but if it is activated at the same time, even if the aiming is slightly off, the impact in the space is considerable. I cannot tolerate hair loss and fly behind the key with a short distance transfer. The sideways blow from the back that scatters the spark of surplus magic power, but the keyli did not hesitate to hold the sword on the upper stage to show it.

Fog. Did you detect our metamorphosis with the fine particles of fog? The same reasoning that I use to tactilely acquire information from my surroundings--!

For a moment, I thought that the key had shrunk, and my arm widened wide. At the same time, the spearhead jumped out at a tremendous speed.

This was also a fog deformation. I lightly snapped my cheeks and flanks, but I prevented anything in orbit like a direct hit with a gravity wing.

"Around--"

Grass, grass, grass.

"No, if you want." Hah, cum. "

With the voice of the keyri. I heard the sound of the wind blowing through the grass.

The spearhead disappeared faster than I could grasp its identity. The key flies at an explosive speed. Without being slashed with a weapon, she pushed herself into a backward slide. I slammed the Ouroboros into the air, but pushed it through out of hand.

Instead, countless fine shocks ran through the magic armor wrapped around her body.

It creates a tiny blade in the high-speed airflow. I was attacked like scraping everything I touched. I can see the glitter in the fog. That strange sound is the sound of flying.

There was no substance in the swirling fog and curse. I pushed the power of the fog itself as a divinity, not a martial god.

The swirling fog that passed by - flying toward the key itself.

I wrapped my body in golden awakening magic. I guess the key is also going to be taken in and scraped off as if to involve us. A vortex was rolling in from the front.

I plunged into the fog. A magical barrier that unfolds to envelop the body. Countless sparks were scattered from the toes to the top of my head. Rather than scraping it, it is violent pressure that tightens it, even though it is foggy. The fog under the control of the key cannot be removed by sealing.

But it's where I want to be. Whether there is substance or not. My goal in the first place is not to get rid of the key.

I used Uroboros to combine my cultivated magic with the power of prayer. There was only one aim. Defeat the curse entangled in the key. Then the darkest part of the curse is where I am.

That's why the nature of the magic power that was pounded into the key was always against the spell, even if it changed its attributes and properties. Whether it is taken or hit. It doesn't matter. Because it was connected to cutting the curse.

After swinging through the ouroboros, there was a response that the curse was slowly shredded along with a tearing gesture.

It was like returning a curse to a tied key. At the same time, it would also deal damage to the key.

Sensory apparatus for faces and the like. Vessels, muscles and internal organs. It doesn't matter if you are deeply cut, penetrated into your body, or if your attack, defense, or life activities are not interrupted, your outer defenses will be broken somewhat.

The curse came later. The key that is diluting the flesh is probably not painful or self-aware, but it is convenient. The key is to focus on attacking me, and I can focus on fighting my curse.

The abnormality first occurred outside. The skeletons changed their movements.

I put my hands on my chest as if I were in pain, and I raised my voice of bitterness. You must have noticed what I was doing and what I was trying to do.

Everything in the castle has been destroyed, and the barrier separating us from the outside world has been broken. But that's useless. Claudia activates the barrier around the castle and wipes out all the people who made the move. Everyone who saw it as an offensive launched an attack on those who escaped the barrier.

Gotta. His heart beat like a beat. A defensive spell reacts. Apparently, a curse has been set on me, marked by my blood mixed in the mist.

I'll do it according to the tug of war. However, from the beginning, there was plenty of defense against spells. Because it was a prerequisite from the beginning to deal with the key and the curse at the same time.

In contrast, how about the curse? I was just tied up with the key, soliciting resentment, and waving destruction. It was the opponent that lasted so many years.

Perhaps the skills of the original magicians remain as knowledge... but are you assuming a technical battle with someone like Beschmelk, who has studied spell battles for many years?

The main body of the curse was like a claw. Blood-connected, I woke up and launched an aggressive curse. But it's off. I can't reach the spell poison. Caught in the decoy of the offensive bulwark, the skeletons rolled around and screamed out the concept of intense pain. I don't think I've ever tasted it before.

Haha

The skeletons fluttered in a hurry. They were torn apart by surprise, stripped of their fangs in the swirling blade zone, laughed and swung through the uroboros to tear apart the dark part of the curse. Ouroboros was laughing with a happy throat.

It was in the midst of what should be called a two-frontal operation.

- Don't.

I can hear something.

- Don't kill me. Don't kill me.

That's the key voice.

- Yeah, yeah. Don't kill me. Don't kill me, my children. We have to protect them. We have to protect them. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it.

The voice of mourning must be the cry of the heart of that day. I've been trapped there for a long time because I've been tied to a curse.

The fact that it was coordinated in a dream. With blood as the catalyst and the target of the curse on our side, I must have been connected to the key.

That's how you hear your voice. There's a voice over there. Being able to convey thoughts means that we can also convey what we are thinking. I gathered the power of prayer around me like a vortex and put it on Ouroboros.

Can you hear me? I wonder if it has arrived. I have prayerful thoughts.

After passing by me, the key will materialize again a little further away. I found that the fog and curse that had covered my body had faded considerably. I could see that she was a white-haired goddess with multiple arms, reminiscent of a mist. Did one eye return to normal iris even if it was dyed red? A forest-like shade that floats in the morning sun.

He left me, but the key was in sight, but he didn't look at me. The voice of my heart was still uninterrupted.

She said something small in her mouth.

"I'm out of your way. We will. We must. My children."

Get out of the way. We have to kill him, not you.

The wind swirls in and slashes in. I took it again on Ouroboros. As you receive prayer, you bump into it with the power of your thoughts. The edge of the key is connected.

Please look at what is in front of you. I hope you believe me. This prayer must belong to Mitsuki.

--Our family has been rescued by the court, including the Yoki Emperor. That's why I sing a prayer for peace with the sound of a piercing. That's why I'm sure your future is spreading in the future. I'll protect you.

That's how it feels. The thrust of the sword at the same time as the spear strike. The key hand makes another mark. Fog gathered in the space and shockwaves were emitted that could bounce. It can be caught by shields and shattered. It is attenuating. I had no problem receiving it with my magic armor.

- Even though I've been hurt so much. Thank you for always trying to protect our children and protect us. I am grateful. So, don't leave me alone in that place. Please wake up from your nightmares and come back.

This is Yukino's thought. The same goes for the children who have lived in the eternal world.

― ― Even though you've been protecting me in the Unseen for many years, I'm fine now. I want to repay my debt. Be a good adult. I want you to see me like that.

The shape of an imminent conflict. And... the big thoughts swirling around me must belong to Tendo.

― ― I've been protecting this land that you've been entrusted to me for a long time. As a vassal, I had an ego, and you allowed me to exist. Protecting your precious things is also a pleasure. But you are among the things I want to protect. I've been out of reach even though I'm nearby... how about that? Please, I want you to walk with us. My mother.

As a mother, she respects the figure that tried to protect her children while being hurt. Touching such thoughts. Grace and the others, or Esnatura. It could be Mom or someone from the village.

Yeah. That's right. Even so, I still feel close to my mother... when it comes to protecting the people in the village.

Memories and events of the time. Thoughts back then. Then, the faces and thoughts of the people who supported me suddenly fill my chest.

I hope you don't want to be trapped like this. And the key, and the kinsmen of the blood, and the family of the people. Even for Shun Sui, who left behind the curse, and the samurai who invaded. No one would have wanted this.

If there is a curse in the middle of failure and regret, you can't even face it properly. That's why I can't even call it revenge. This kind of thing is paranoid.

The key is to bounce off me in the shape of an imminent conflict. But there was no pursuit. Looking at me, while holding my sword, I waved my hand at my forehead.

"Chi, let's go. The ones I'm fighting, not the ones. But from the outside - whoever gets in the way. Ahh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Protect them. Those who stand in their way must be slaughtered.

That's what the key says. Speaking of which, I set up a huge sword. Increasing magic power. You must have a sense of danger that the curse has been wiped out. We can't protect them like this. Even though it was considerably weaker than it was at the beginning, the enormous amount of magic power was concentrated on the sword and sparks of surplus magic like a storm were scattered. Everything is cursed, to protect the bloodline.

"No, the battle is over." You ended the battle. "

The people of the city dived through the day, and stood up again with Izumi and walked out. Sure enough, something sad happened. You can't make it without it. Still. Some of them were protected. To the people who live now. To the family. It's connected to the cotton.

Along with my thoughts on the key, I am also gathering strength to pray for my safety. Roll them out of the body and develop multiple magic circles. If we divide the ranks, is it the tenth class? Applied changes in land, trees, light-composite procedures, and yggdrasia blades. The power of prayer gathered to respond, and Ouroboros roared and wrapped it around as a sword. The great sword of decursing and purifying, shining in white.

Is it in the eye or not? Kagiri's magic power has grown tremendously over time, but there is no disruption. Exquisite manipulation of magic energy inhabits the blade. On the other hand, the wrecks outside were noisy. If they smash the blade into my hand, they'll know it's over.

"Behold, I am not bound; be it a son with a kinship. No one is in the way. Slash them and go forward. I am. So... oh. So, go, now, at home."

Even though it has such divinity, it can't stop. It was no surprise that the thread of reason was cut and slashed the next moment. The curse was still hanging over her.

That's our kind in front of us. Someone who came from outside the city. That's why I whispered to the key to slash it and protect it from the enemy.

"I'm not the enemy." That's why, no matter what kind of power you put into that sword, you can't slash it. "

I'll take it. That's what I said in the beginning. Queen Jelly's jewels shone dazzlingly and magic was concentrated on her forehead.

The slightly returned reason of the key is erased by the divinity. With a burst of curiosity.

Even the sound was left behind, and the key slashed in. Mind-blowing slash. On the trajectory of that slashing blow to my neck, I put my left arm forward.

Take the slash with your arms. It doesn't even sound like a shock.

So the slashing of the key came to a halt. This sword of light is meant to be delivered to the key. It was entrusted to us by everyone, and it's not a good thing to bump into each other in battle and waste it.

Shining on the forehead is a pseudo third eye built with the help of Queen Jela. Instantly activating Zaladi's power narrowed its slashing trajectory and temporally interfered with itself.

As a result, it became the strongest shield that could not be broken even by a single thin skin. Well... the assumption is that we can accurately predict the location of the attack.

With an unbelievable expression on his face, he releases a thoughtful blade towards the key.

The battle is over already.

Oh-. You're not the enemy, are you?

The key is to avoid the blade. Raise your voice in relief and spread your hands as if accepting it. Then the dazzling white light spread to dye the gloomy world.