Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

At the same time as the opening, Folim developed a magic circle. On the other hand, Larznell was bursting into the fight with his whole body.

It could be said to be a slip as expected. I didn't know I had to train, and the inheritance battle was a serious battle regardless of the match format. There was no reason to wait for the summoning of the contracted spirits to end. Rather than waiting there, some will even accept that they underestimate their skills.

I couldn't summon them in time. Lars Nell was the first to take the lead.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The wind cuts the fist as it growls. A rigid arm that raises the neck. However, Folim, who took the stance, did not panic and took it aside. The fight and magic covering each other's fists scraped and scattered the spark light.

That's not the end of it. Larznell's fists, kicks, and qi-fighting magic came out as soon as the arrows were inherited.

I was expecting to be a power fighter because of my physique... but I could tell my skills were well-trained.

- The Forrim shrugs off with skill and receives a magic shield. It was a spirit magician. Since I'm not a pure sorcerer, the strength of the magic shield is appropriate, but the timing, angle, and accuracy of activation are definitely those who have gained melee training.

Sometimes, while the magic shield was shattered, I turned my body upside down and responded.

Folim is focused on defense and magic development, but that's why Lars Nell couldn't attack.

In the meantime, the magic circle that is expanding will shine -- and change will come with the establishment of the technique.

And ─ ─ the power of the Spirit is flowing in. At the same time, changes occurred in Folim.

The color of my hair has changed. From blonde hair to colors reminiscent of new green plants. A small flower grows tangled in your hair, and a blue flower blooms there.

It must have borrowed the power of plant-based spirits, as represented by Dry Add. As the contract spirit of the Elf Druid, who manages the forest, I was able to learn from it. The size of the magic circle. From the time it took to activate it, it seemed to be a medium spirit.

The other little spirits and Folim were probably close. Lots of spirits around the stage. On a tree. Looks like he's watching the battle.

It seemed that the little spirits knew exactly how to support me quietly, and no one was trying to help me.

Some of them sit in physical exercise and drink stubborn saliva. Some people stand up and stick their fists out and stomp their legs like they're imitating other spectators... well, it's a busy scene.

And the change in the forrim was over.

With the help of the wooden spirits, their vitality has been enhanced, and the reactions they can see in the Life Detection just shine. In other words, your fighting energy, magic power, and physical abilities will be increased accordingly.

Accepting the power and fighting as one is similar to the technique of a guru or a shrine maiden.

When I said that, Marlene nodded as if she agreed. The shrine maiden also had the deep meaning of temporarily lowering her divinity to herself for help. However, it would be because of the affinity with the elves that the power of the spirits of the tree would be accepted by the body.

"Mm!"

Larsnell shouted. The punched fist is wiped off with Folim's arm.

The quality of the movement has changed. It wasn't aided by a magic shield like it was before. It's backed by strength and skill. As it was, Folim turned from defending to attacking.

When I dodged Larsnell's attack in half, I stepped in and started fisting.

Despite the explosive increase in speed, Larsnell's prowess was also assured. However, while I concentrated my fighting energy and grabbed it with my arms, the giant body retreated due to the impact.

It seemed to be more powerful than the sidelines, and Larsner looked at Folim with a stunned expression. It wasn't just the power that made me stop moving. Looking at it, Folim's limbs were tangled.

... perhaps it was meant to strengthen them. Virtual muscle fiber...... No, it's meant to unleash explosive instantaneous force by shedding magic power as an augmentation circuit. It is more affinity with the spirits inhabited by the centipede than with the flesh.

Rather than movement, that's why we changed the way we fought. Think of it as something different from before.

"I'm going...!"

Folim charged at the shimmering magic power. Larsnell-- he won't pull. A tooth-crushing look bumps into the forrim from head to toe.

Fists and fists intersect in the air. I decided to be prepared, or was my fighting spirit erupting more than ever before? Larsnell confronts Folim without being pushed back like the previous blow.

Knee kicks as if to launch, prevent, and divert backfire, and step in and thrust up---.

Mr. Larsnell, it seems that the original method of fighting is defensive.

Larznell has more places to defend, but his defenses appear to be higher than his attacks. When I say it, the clan leader of the Hermit Beast nods.

"That's right. He's inherently generous... so I wanted more power to protect him than to attack him." However, if you use your physique, strength, and skill, you will be equipped with something with a high attack surface. "

I'm good at defending, so I know how to attack.

Elena responded as she was convinced.

Yes, and so does Folim, who puts the emphasis on defense. That's why... Larznell was able to cope with the Phorim's offensive, which brought down the spirits. While rewarding her moves at high speed, she fights back against Folim.

But... Folim was more defensive than defensive. It's better not to rush into a fight.

That is also supposed to be the case, with the influence of the spirit of the plant system, the vitality is activated. Even if I used my fighting skills, it would heal instantly. Some of the higher monsters in the plant line had similar health and damage recovery abilities. In other words, it clearly has an advantage over Larsnell in terms of warfare ability and resilience.

That's why we don't rush into battles while releasing power at a high level. Each attack is heavy and sharp, but I don't chase deeply, but I will surely cut off the opponent's resources. As if the plants had eroded the land. Maybe that's how you fight like a Druid.

With a particularly heavy blow in the first place, Larsnell seemed to have chosen to prepare for a meeting, but it was a mistake. No, I should say that Folim guided me to do so and put me on it.

Therefore, within the scope of being able to cope and fight well, the balance leans toward the Forim side as the attack and defense continue.

The aim and abnormal resilience had already been passed on to Larsnell. I can see the impatience in the expression. In that case, as a Larsnell, I need to go to battle before I go bankrupt somewhere...

"Grrrr!?"

While the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit, and the magic power clash together, I guess I missed the blow from Folim, and the blow pierced Larsnell's flank. Larsnell collapsed like a step forward.

That's how it looks...

At the corner of Larsnell, who was in a low position, a spark of fighting aura was scattered. As it was, Larsnell's body stretched toward the forrim with a tremendous force that rushed through the heavens. It's a head-butt technique that deer animals sometimes show. Folim's body danced high in the sky with a sharp blow. After making it look like it had collapsed.

However, it is not a direct hit. I jumped up and down to get on the horns. I responded because I was calmly checking Lars Nell's condition after hitting him with a single blow.

“It was still the same!

It wasn't linked to the damage, but it was blown into the air. Larsnell gathered the rest of his fighting energy back to the corner, as if he were going to thrust it down. This time it would be possible to lose off-site if you hit it properly.

The falling folim also burst out into battle. As Larznell moved, I struck him with a brawl.

The forrim that reached its pinnacle falls. Larsnell rushed toward the drop point.

The two collide, on the brink of it. A large leaf spread out from Folim's back. Change its trajectory in the air like a wing.

Larsnell opened his eyes in amazement. The timed headstorm was cutting through the sky. A nearby Folim landed the fastest and greatest blow ever.

I can't help it. I took a good blow and Larsnell collapsed.