Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

- Do it. The drilling of melee technology is not Lynette's ratio.

"Let's go!

Try to make a cone rub rotation, and Zevion cuts in. It is a very difficult behavior to understand the origin and orbit of the Qi sword.

I choose to avoid it without forcing it to fit. Hot air passed over my head. Implement multiple elementary water magic tricks. Fire an ice bullet at Zevion, who would be behind my head, diagonally.

"Mmm!"

I heard a bullet landing. If you don't take the distance, turn around on the spot and check the situation, he seems to have received it with a shield of impatience that unfolded on his left arm. Ice bullets become water vapor and disappear.

Sword and shield of temper. The figure looks like a black knight wrapped around a dragon's armor.

Flame absorbers are useless. I tried to use it when I fought near the ground... but I can absorb it if the part of the fire that ignited what he slashed does. However, the flame rose from the cutting surface from the side where it was inhaled many times.

The high heat of the scene keeps the slashed object persistently inflamed. If the organism is injured - if there is no blessing or circulation, it will be burned from the wound until death. I would normally just have to be burned, but that's no consolation.

There was no change in Zevion's temper itself. What can't be done with Flame Absorb is predictable. His temper is only high fever. It is not the flame itself. Should I say toxic like a magma if I say so?

So I took the altitude high. Fighting near the ground can be a sea of fire everywhere. That won't work in my favor until it's against me. Better not have anything to burn around.

That is also the devil's eye protection for the explosion as it is. Due to the characteristics of the attack of explosion, it is presumed that it can be used in such a way as to blow up the article behind it while cutting it and fly the fragments.

He rode this invitation... to let me and the ocean go. Is the purpose of letting the demon escape, or not let him use the sea water?

Trouble. That doesn't change the way I fight.

With wind magic control, you yourself plummet downwards as you show your leaping behavior and fly upwards the mirage body that lays perfectly on your body. With his body and body, he stormed towards Zevion to pinch him.

He grips about inside the wand and strikes it down like a sword - making it look like a knife, cutting it back on the brink and turning it into a blow in orbit that snaps up from side to side.

The gaze and posture are tailored to the overhead separation to the brink.

In other words, it is a two-choice attack using a split body. A dragon wand struck him directly in the chest as he was about to match the attack from above when he saw his behavior.

but still shallow. When this one steps in, he'll be ready for a meeting. I've been shaking it off to hit the shield on my left hand as I approached it.

Shield bash. And if you touch it, it burns. Push the magically focused dragon wand head-on into the shield of disgust. The spark light rises and each other's bodies are bounced.

"Though I thought it wouldn't even be a battle like humans. I didn't expect you to enjoy such a battle, one-on-one!

That's what I say, shivering my shoulders with pleasure. He doesn't seem to care that his fellow demons have fallen.

I guess his purpose is only to investigate the labyrinth. I don't know if the hell the devil is anymore, but is there also a reason around here that this guy didn't remember my name? Even when it comes to demon killing, it's about humans. Sounds like you had that premise.

I had the impression that so far Zevion was still doing a small hand job. That's not why I was caught off guard.

Because if you slash it in and it collapses, all you have to do is kill it with or without a big move. And that's what I'm after, too.

This big move - I was cut off in the first place. From his combat experience, there's a good chance he'll suddenly respond even if he uses big magic. I mean, when you show your wife your hands - when you kill them, when they kill you.

Battle where the balance tilts at once if it is broken. Easy to understand, there is.

For a moment, I turn my gaze toward Grace. She looked up worried about this one. Grace won. Even Ashley is waiting. That's why I win. Win and go home.

You're... out of the way.

"-Come on!"

"I was tired of it forever! Promise me we'll hang out until one of them dies!

Keep it up, come forward and bump into each other. At the moment of the clash, my body literally splits into two parts.

Upper, lower, left, and right choice-attacks weaved with falsehood, in conjunction with the Mirage Body. It is a technology established in the BFO. You can't tell this from him.

Hit him in the body more than once, but it won't be fatal. Everywhere, I carve light scratches into my epidermis, but Zevion doesn't go through with it.

I've dealt with it by defining me as my life on either side and not looking at the feint.

A valid hand. Although it is because of its tremendous defense, such that armor-like epidermis can be called armor, there are other teases.

I take damage from hot air, so I have to avoid the sword more than usual. So, the next step can't be taken.

There is a gap. He still has a sweet spot for pure defense technology itself. With all this defense and excessive attack power, I don't know.

I'm guessing he knows his characteristics very well. When it all came to an end after a single blow, the weapons of both hands combined to create an extra-large chi sword, which, while eating the attack, behaved in such a way as to wipe off the mirage body and body at the same time.

This is - inevitable.

Once the control capabilities that are broken into the mirage body are restored, the wand is placed with both hands to deploy a giant magic shield on the tip.

Take the blade that is shaken off from the top directly from the front. Heavy impact on both arms. An incandescent spark splashed.

Uroboros roars depressingly, and I feel the usefulness of my circulation being amplified even more.

"Haaaa!

"Whoa, whoa!

Barking at each other, energy that has lost its way explodes and gets bounced off, but flips instantly. Zevion splits his sword in two and jumps at it with a two-handed weapon.

Grip about inside the wand and meet with the double sword. The glow of the red devil's eye. A blast that sounds overhead. I bow down to avoid the shock, and this one strikes back at the ice spear from a magic circle that unfolded near the eyebrow.

That spear, enhanced by magic, not to mention ice, is not like a natural object. It was immediately evaporated, although it hit the chest armor directly and caused a slight hand injury.

Magic ice, evaporation? If it's a shield of temper, it still hits the flesh...?

"Not yet! Don't die on me yet!

It was found that Zevion's flesh itself was becoming white and feverish. Awesome heat emission.

Wind magic air screen. Create multiple layers of air and enchant the coat with heat resistance. Cut even more while blocking the burning heat just by closing in.

In response, he strips his fangs with joy. I smiled, as I echoed him, too.

There is no feeling of heaven or earth. I can't even hear the surrounding noise. I don't even care about the slight burns, the tingling pain. I'm just going to indulge in an exchange of my life with him.

The tip of the forehead is slightly swept. Scorching odor. Two points simultaneous attack: blow and magic. A spark that can be bounced. A blade of chi that breaks through a layer of air and gets poked in. Fever felt on cheeks. Someone's laughing. Multiple crossings, magic and temper.

He unfolds a magic circle on the soles of his feet and shoots an ice bullet into his chest on the verge of kicking him in.

Distance leaves. Struggle erupts from the left-hand sword - martial arts come.

Combined use of hot air and martial arts. Skipping the slash, he himself approaches with his right-hand sword resting on his back. You can't fight back effectively if you avoid it greatly. I'm not leaving here. Out front.

The slaughter that jumps first lets it sweep aside, then the thrust of the guy that is rolled out lets it sweep off his cheek.

A burning heat that feels close. The distance that finally arrives by diving through the dead line. Heat wave hell. The intersection of moments. This time, I wanted it.

A swirl of cold air wraps around a dragon wand. To the momentum of the assault on both sides, the linkage of the movements of the whole body is placed on the spike of the dragon wand to burst in one point.

"Pierce!

"Gu!"

Different than before, this hand that struck out is enough to paralyze me. Strike in a blow all over your body and launch your jaw straight into one action. A crack ran on the epidermis of his chest and for the first time he lowered back with a distressed voice.

Put the fight aside now and there's nothing else.

Put a wand in front of him and roll out a giant magic circle forward. But.

"- That was a shame!

The eyes of the guy with his gaze back shined and a blast was created in front of me. What I crushed - one epidermis. Slightly shallow to say scratches.

The exploding coordinates were slightly uneven, but there was no room for defensive magic. Cross your arms in front of your face and try to stand up to it.

The fever all over his body, which was incandescent, concentrates on his mouth. A dazzling, sun-like glow emerged in his wide open mouth, radiating as a vast hotline - no, a column of heat.

My body is swallowed by it in one breath. This is his destiny. My wife. I guess it's a trump card. It ends with no bones left, it should.

As long as you hit it.

"This is -!?"

My figure, swallowed by the pillars of heat, is a phantom. When I let my gaze point upwards, I am leaving my mirage body on the spot and off the spot with a free fall.

Complete the magic and advance to be bounced from the bottom.

Zevion, who emitted all the heat that had accumulated throughout his body, could not even avoid it. Let the wound on his chest determine the horn of Uroboros and activate the finished magic.

Class 9 water magic. Gracial Fortress.

Breaking through Zevion's back - an ice tree was born in the air. Everywhere, everywhere. The big tree of ice grows as it stretches its roots and makes a murky noise.

"Smash it!"

Where it grew and cut, the Zevions swallowed it, the ice trees scattered in fine dust.

Fine ice shards descend to the ground with countless brilliances with the roar. Zevion, whose chest is crushed from the inside, falls to the ground with the rain of light. On that face, a satisfying grin seemed to stick.