Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

- The Flying Dragons were slightly ahead of Grace.

"Give me that!

One of the knights screams.

You're searching from above with the eyes of a Fei Long and the eyes of a knight, so there's no way a suspicious person can go unnoticed.

In the corner of the harbor, a man standing at the pier. And a big spine peeking at the sea level. If you are in the process of reporting, you can also take a situation in time. At the same time, the man looked up and saw the Flying Dragon Squad.

"Don't move!

"It is the Knights. Let me test that animal!

Said, the man acted fast.

"Go!"

When you give short instructions to a wizard like a scythe in the sea to unleash it on the ocean, you will rise above yourself.

There was also a change in its appearance. I make a vertigo and a noise, and what was in human form collapses.

Silver body. - Egg-like rugged face with no eyes, nose or mouth, with surrounding views. Arms and fingers are unusually thin and long. The feet were structured like the rear legs of a beast.

"After all, you're a demon!

The Silver Demon - Zarbash is formed in the air, as he stands broken between the Knights and the Demons of Use.

"Dear knight, are you arriving on the line? I'm halfway through the report."

The whole face was making noises to vibrate. Like a cuckoo - with a grumpy neck, he turns to the side.

I couldn't go after the demon. I can easily imagine a demon rolling a chunk of his temper in his hand, and if he prioritizes you, he will unleash an attack from behind where he is distracted by the sea.

The situation is that it is harder to ignore the demon itself, although the user demon holding the report is probably a higher priority than the silver demon Zalbash in front of him.

The knight across the Fei Long fleshes his fighting spirit into a great riding spear without question.

Intercepting demons clasp their shoulders in boredom, twisting their arms like whips and shaking them away. It stretches longer than a spear. The knight tried to take it by shield - though.

"What!?

Grab the knight's body from a direction not entangled with arms touched to snap onto the shield. And he was throwing it straight into the air.

"Uh-huh."

"Ugh, whoa!?

An air bomb is emitted from his palm towards a knight thrown in the air.

But Chester picks it up and leaves to scratch it.

Fly parallel over the head of the flying dragon, where the Lord is no longer present, back on the empty saddle.

"Shh, sorry."

"Don't go into the detour! We're gonna hit a lot of people!

Under Chester's direction, four knights fly to swirl around Zalbash. It would be a gift of training to fly at close range but not clash with your companions. He thrusts his riding spear from the critical of intermission as he makes a curvy flight. but it doesn't hit. Like a mollusk, it twists and avoids thin bodies.

Chester packs the time. Instantly determine that poking is incompatible. Sew the gap and see the spear sweep away. Zarbash received with his arms crossed.

"What!?

It wasn't a deep pursuit, it was a light attack for towing purposes - Chester opens his eyes that it should be. That's supposed to happen. Zarbash had been skipped quite a distance. No visible damage. He controlled the flying technique and left it to Chester's spear to push him.

To avoid being surrounded this time when he broke the siege properly, Zarbash started to jump around at speed. At simple speeds, Fei Long will have minutes, but he can't chase it for the devil to draw irregular orbits and fly.

The only thing keeping up with that move - was Chester. Wave the spear and meet with the silver whip.

"All of a sudden - you're not calm."

Says Zarbash, crossing spears.

"It's true that humans are enemies to each other. You don't listen to the other person's circumstances, do you?

"You demons have a discretionary situation!

"Come on. We've got some wacky ones, too. For example, why don't you tell me you have a hungry companion? Humans have driven you to live in despicable places. I feel like I want to do something about that, don't you guys get it?

To the words, Chester's eyebrow roots came.

"How about you? Don't you want to do something about your hungry buddies? You can unilaterally crush a hungry opponent in large numbers and talk about justice with that? Hey, knight."

A tone that appeals to emotion.

The word is, poison. If you don't know a demon, there's room for negotiation.

Zarbash spread his arms just to discuss it, and for a moment Chester's movement was dull. There...

"Well, I don't think so."

I denied my own words - a crack like a three-day moon runs down my head where there was nothing. From the bottom of a dark abyss shaped like a smile, a bullet of anger was released.

For Chester, who is stunnedly round his eyes - it was an inevitable distance.

- Bullshit.

It was a thick piece of metal that flew in there.

He plays Zalbash's air bomb and roars and passes with fierce momentum.

"A situation in which your hunger is fully satisfied means that you suffer terribly from domination of humans, right? Incompatible."

Grace follows me to the battlefield. He pulled the axe back as it was and stepped in where Zarbash stood. No matter how Zalbash flies around, only the instantaneous force is linearly packed into the weapon in time.

Still, Zarbash was laughing.

"Dear…!

Zarbash glances at Chester, who stares furiously.

"Hi-ha-ha! Oh, that's what I'm talking about. I'm not falling apart enough to be pitied by inferior creatures! Looks like you already know this lady!

Zarbash received two roaring axes with his arms wrapped around him. I guess I decided I wasn't just sorry if it hit me alive.

A whip to be struck off at high speed and an axe on both arms. Hit each other at such a speed that the tips do not retain their shadows from each other's hands to make strange metal noises.

Zalbash trying to get a distance and Grace chasing him. The knights cannot approach Zarbash's silver whip because of its fierce momentum.

The ordnance at close range went up to Grace. He bounces the whip and steps in, shallowing his torso.

"Shit!"

An angry bullet emanates from Zalbash's mouth, which he abominably tongued, but Grace received with the axe belly as a shield. Its recoil makes it fly back, opening the distance between the two.

Grace gives herself up to pack her time...

"Oops. Don't wait. Don't you notice anything?

Said, Grace looked around with a surprising face. That's brilliant. A foggy thing shining in silver, dancing around.

"I was sprinkling roses all over these areas while I was fighting. They don't seem to think they're affected if they're blessed. - It's sweet."

"What... is that, Mother?

One of the knights opens his eyes as he hands around his own head.

"Kukku. Do you think that's what it looks like? Looks like you can't leave your mother, huh?

Zalbash's. It's like illusion. He who inhales the fog makes himself appear to be a close one - the influence is extended to Grace as well. Frowning and staring at Zarbash, Zarbash shudders his shoulders and laughs.

"I'll tell you what, I won't let the fog out until I'm dead. If you keep inhaling, not only your vision, but your other senses will dazzle."

Zalbash went from himself to Grace this time. A form of meeting each other with a weapon of both hands, as earlier.

But by comparison, Grace's movements clearly lacked glory. Try to get more distance than you need from Zalbash, who is approaching to stick his own face forward. It's just a zalbash that originally wins in time, and that makes it a side of the war prevention.

Are you trying not to inhale any more fog, or is that face - curious?

The silver whip that flew ahead strikes down Grace, who tried to jump to the side. One hair at a time, the axe was crossed and received, but Grace's body bounced heavily behind him.

"Come on!"

"The seeds are also cracked in your movements. At first, we ate a little bit, but we can only move linearly, right? You can only jump in the direction you kicked, so it's easy to read ahead if you get used to it. Cool. He'll kill you over time."

"With that face..."

Don't say that in that face.

Grace frowned, that's when.

"Grace!

The boy screamed, even as he cut with the fiery demon far above. Wind magic magnifies her voice and delivers it to her.

- Watching.

Yeah, just like he said. Parallel thinking breaking the corner of magic's ability to control. He told Grace that it was simple enough to grasp the situation of the Great Mortal... that's what he told Grace.

"With your own eyes, don't look!

"- Yes!

At the same time as she replied, she closed her eyes and smiled.

Keep going, stick it in towards Zarbash.

"Oh?"

Zarbash laughed like a little fool. Slip yourself loosely and slap the whip in as Grace goes around ahead of him kicking the sky - trying.

Grace's right arm was throwing an axe precisely at Zalbash's head. Avoid flying at a speed like a shell by spinelessly turning yourself in.

Zarbash's whip is vain and empty. I've also lost track of Grace. Grace's showed, kicking leg itself is the feint. I can't go after you anymore if I poorly prepend and turn my consciousness to you.

As Grace should be in the direction opposite the axe to be pulled back, Zalbash turned to you and raised his voice of consternation.

"Wings - you say!?

Black wings on Grace's back with sunlight on his back. It was deformed by Cadkeus.

Blood used to make Cadkeus. Half the catalyst is Grace's.

Grace is also Lord of Cadkeus. A boy can link his senses by mediating.

"- Yes, if you're there, it's easy."

Grace controls his wings at his own will, capturing Zalbash's appearance as he remains alien in Cadkeus' sight.

Grace, who gave herself up, kicked in the air using a spring all over her body.

Full speed.

"Oh-"

Leaving a purple glowing trajectory of struggle in the air, he scowls Zarbash's body.

From Zarbash's waist the bottom cried apart and fell to the surface of the sea and went.

But that doesn't end there. An axe is released from Grace's hand and arcs loudly. That, the chain itself is haunting the struggle.

entangle the upper body of the zalbash, seal the movement completely, and pull back.

With her eyes closed, Grace shows her fangs and laughs. A fierce - a grin as a predator.

"Phew. Phew."

"Ugh, whoa!?

With the cool laughter of riding in the wind, it pulls me back. A crack runs in Zalbash's mouth, from which an air bomb is emitted -.

"Pfft, hahahaha!

I didn't mind.

Grace's axe shook off with a high laugh, and Zalbash's face was cut off for each air bomb. Axes that are not even in orbit run through the light in multiple ways, causing Zarbash's head to disperse in fine pieces.

A moment late, the torso part of Zarbash, which was tied with chains, became dust and scattered in the air.