Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Gilmnaval ignored Grace, though relative to Grace. Try to make your way to Theodore, who is engaged with Luceriage.

"Which one are you looking at?

Axes and chains released from Grace's hands become struggling, arcing loudly and wrapping around the demon's body. At that time, Grace herself was crushing cobblestones and breaking into them with explosive steps.

"You're in the way."

Gilmnaval's response was an on-the-spot interception. However, it does not turn around either.

Only face and posture remain oriented towards Luceriage. Only the overall appearance is similar to that of a person, but there is an unnatural discomfort in the skeleton under the black coat.

As a giant arm pops out of his shoulder to wrap his temper around him, he approaches from the top in an attempt to smash Grace.

Grace also dealt with it with the force moves of swinging to the big upper level and slamming it head-on. An axe that wraps up a struggle and an arm of Gilmnaval that wraps up a grudge. Clash. Sparks as if they were going to explode.

They bounce each other, and their huge arms pull into their black clothes.

Instead a thin arm pops out of the gap in the chain. Grace unties the chains he was tying and pulls them back on hand, plunging them into Gilmnaval.

Double axes and dead wood-like arms bump into each other hard. Fighting and temper clashed, and countless bounces could be played.

At the moment Grace was played behind her, Sheila slipped in without a sound from behind Gilmnaval, who showed her the pursuit setup. I must have slashed him with a backhanded dagger. Only the trajectory of the fighting slaughter engraves the blue and white residual light.

Sheila's wrapped coat blends into the surrounding scenery when she wonders if she has shed light. It's a coat made of Renawarm yarn. It incorporates the delusional effect of light magic rather than additional magic for defense.

"Smart, y"

"-"

Gilmnaval didn't even look back. A thin arm pops out of his black coat and stretches straight out to capture Sheila.

It was Illumhilt's arrow that prevented it. stretched arms and was shot in to keep standing on the body of the demon.

Gilmnaval generates a shield by generating a temper. But that's not just an arrow in Illumhilt.

The cursed arrow interferes with magic and causes a malfunction. If it hits a creature, it damages the spirit, and if it builds a wall with magic or temper to take it...

"What, to?

An arrow hits the demon's body by scattering a wall of temper. The curse and arrow forces have been offset when it arrived at the main body, but the demon seems to have eaten a bit of this.

"It's not over yet!

To strike a fright.

A fierce blizzard of ice shotguns swallowed the demon.

Simultaneous magic exercises by Ashley and Lavine, the two of them producing ice bullets. In synergy, both the strength of the cold air and the momentum of the ejection are far more powerful than what is done individually.

That was when it passed, and Grace was jumping into nostalgia.

There is only one leg force to step on, and the cobblestone is shattered and scattered. With a full body twist on an axe blow, a struggling slash captured the demon's torso.

It breaks into the physical handwriting of a typed demon. but it was Grace who felt uncomfortable while feeling the response of the synagogue to the feel of the axe.

"- Heavy, y?

It must have been an impeccable blow. But I can't shake it off. Doesn't blow up.

An unusually heavy feel, not suitable for a small body.

Where did that giant arm come from - where is it now? In the first place, why does this demon challenge ground warfare while being a demon...

"All! Get off the ground, please!

Grace flies big in the rear for caution.

Set aside for a moment, from the ground of the square, countless things jumped out of the eartips of the spear.

Grace, Sheila, who was nearby. The standing position of Ashley, who was at a distance. Stab and pierce exactly where the illumhilt was floating from the bottom.

But Grace's alert was slightly quicker. Everyone is flying over the sky to escape difficulties. I guess if you try to be a demon, you can't expect everyone to escape into the air. The attack on Gulmnaval, aimed at overwhelming the screen, is over without achieving any results.

- Did you take it off?

Now I don't think I'm sorry. Demons squeal in unchallenged, squeamished voices.

A dead branch is hidden from view from the gap in the blown black coat.

I guess Gilmnabal means half a tree demon.

The attack now comes from a root strewn like a basement stem.

What Luceriage was expecting from Gilmnaval was a swarm of human sweeps. In other words, a demon who specializes in ground warfare. That's the kind of candidate I was.

That's not why I said I can't do air warfare.

Looking up at the Grace and the others who fled into the air, Gilmnabal's entire body makes a shivering sound and becomes enlarged.

I guess he's only a demon and not like a dragon.

A red-eyed dragon with intricately intertwined dead tree bodies… is what Gilmnaval is all about.

The upper body of a young man grows from the forehead of a dragon. The tangled branches and tips of the twigs were also equipped with something like a raggedly torn mouth.

When he was taking human form, he was releasing what entangled branches, if necessary.

From all over the figure, the arm of the dead tree becomes like a whip and lifts up and depresses. Shake the cobblestones in the square, showing them the kind of structure that emerges.

"Well..."

Grace wonders how he got rid of that one.

If you are a serpent, you will die if you smash your head... is that a human or a dragon? Or both?

What if he still didn't die? That's what you should think about then.

Grace narrows her eyes. At the end of his gaze is the human body part of Gilmnaval. It was poured on its flank. The scratches caused by the axe I just punched in remain firm.

The reason why I couldn't defeat you with an earlier blow is obvious. The wound is too small for the figure. Not even a steeple.

So, suppose the weakness is the human body or the dragon's head. That massive touch-arm. How do you scratch that?

"Grace."

Sheila calls out to Grace.

"What is it?

"That guy. Why do you think he's looking (...)?

"... it"

I guess that's a unique idea for Sheila, who is also a scout herself and has a friend named Irmhilt.

Even when I first came into contact with Grace, I didn't even turn around, but they came together with the attack exactly. When Sheila cut in, and during an earlier attack from the ground - it was very accurate.

I know you have more vision than you have eyes - but that's all about your head, and I don't think you know all about that giant perimeter. Probably has other sensory systems, that is.

I see Theodore at the edge of my sight. He also seemed immersed in the fight against Luceriage. Or maybe I'm looking at this situation exactly as I did when I was Zevion.

My job is first and foremost not to burden Theodore. What would he do at a time like this? He said it was a fight to think and hit his hand in the other person's shoes. When was Theodore, that's what he said during training.

- I've been thinking about the operation.

Grace briefly conveys her thoughts, albeit roughly.

Ashley and the others' warfare has not faded slightly. eye-to-eye, nodding at each other.

That was enough. We've been fighting and training together. We both know what we have to do, what we want to do, what we can and can't do.

"With any luck, I've heard from the Lord that I can eat in large quantities. But in both gargoyles, no. Let me eat you first."

To the Gilmnaval that has emerged, Grace is just one person, relative from the front. The rest of us scattered on all sides.

"I'm coming."

Quietly, Grace comes forward with a thin grin strapped to her mouth. A large number of dead branches roar, approaching Grace. While paying for this with a double axe, Grace meets while maintaining a certain distance.

In the meantime, the companions are crossing spears all over the demon giant.

Cut off with a dagger that scratched the impending dead tree and jar as he wrapped his temper around him, leaving with a blow. Shooting while retreating. Strike down in Mace. Impossible slaughter with an ice blade. It's even suspicious if they're all damaged as opposed to deciding. The quantity is too different to step in.

There is absolutely nothing cluttered about Gilmnaval's attacks while at the same time carrying out many battles. They are fighting more than just each other there, dealing with faces like Sheila and Illumhilt.

Grace had also been forced to fight against disadvantage.

The branches stretch out to crush the escape, unfolding like cages, and countless branches looming like whips from another direction.

No matter how fast he leaves it to his strength, Grace has only two arms. Even if the shields on the legs are combined, there is a limit to the number that can be accommodated. A blow scratching an interception by an axe plunders Grace's head.

Red blood drips through my white forehead. Your own, bloody scent. Even his own - remembering the terribly violent mood, Grace laughs in the midst of the battle but with self-derision.

"- Not at all, I am"

Touch your own collar. Defensive magic protection is activated, transforming garments spun with Renawarm yarn into strong and supple armor. It has a powerful defensive effect, but cannot be activated for long.

Increase your defense, but continue to meet. Gilmnaval's branch still breaks through the defense and causes Grace to suffer a fine hand injury. If eaten properly, regeneration will take damage that won't keep up -.

Grace made no defensive choice. Increase the density of the fighting spirit wrapped around the axe. If we leave here, we will meet with countless branches and twigs without a trace.

Still doesn't get to push it back. Did Gilmnabal also identify himself as Grace, the most alarming enemy, or he began to weigh in on his fight against her?

And that's where Grace wants it.

"Knock."

Due to the overwhelming quantity, twitching and being cornered on the wall, it came.

A giant ice storm blew up right under Gilmnaval and swallowed its head. Water Magic Class 7 Blizzard Storm.

For Ashley, the big moves are also the big moves. That's what Theodore taught me.

But something like a spear spits out of the ice storm and flies straight towards Ashley.

Ashley herself closes her eyes and grips the mace, concentrating only on controlling the magic circle. Air warfare - on the contrary, evasion and defense are unavoidable.

but. Ashley, who is supposed to be focused on magic, leaves the scene at high speed as it is. A moment late, the spear pierced a space with nothing. It's Lavine. Dressed in ice armor, Ashley and the werewolf straddle its back and drive through the air.

"Can't you still take this down!

As the ice storm wound up upwards and subsided, Gilmnaval's appearance was exposed. There is an intense spiral of spirituality around the human body. He was distracted and overpowered the ice storm.

"Out of the way!

The dragon opens his jaw. My breath gathers in my mouth.

"Deep mist!"

Ashley's figure hides in a sudden fog.

So - Gilmnabal had lost sight of Ashley. The exhalation of exhaled exhalation cuts the sky in vain and is swallowed to the bottom of Nara. Ashley and Lavine are leaving, covering their entire bodies with ice.

"You are - things out of sight are sensing at temperatures"

That's what Grace says, she narrows her eyes.

sensory sensations other than vision. Various possibilities can be considered, for example, that it is a reflection of sound or a change in temperature. Depending on that sense of detection, the maneuvers you can stand will also change.

An attack that accurately tracks Sheila, who disappeared. An attack that captures the exact coordinates from the ground to out of view. Gaps created after eating snowstorms.

The demon was attacking fairly precise coordinates when he attacked them from the basement in an attempt to exhaust them all. In spite of that, there's only one person who wasn't able to do it, there is.

It's Lavine. The exact position of the wolf that wrapped the cold air hadn't been grasped, attacking a slightly off position. Grace looked closely at it when she drew attention to it.

The ability of plants to detect temperature changes - I guess the principle is different from that of Illumhilt again, but in any case, there will be no difference in that they are (...) looking at objects with temperature changes.

If it is winter, the sawdust human position will often float and be visible, but inside the labyrinth, the story is different.

"What's wrong with that?

Gilmnabal laughs with her nose when she herself still equals intact.

"Don't you know what you slammed an ice storm for?

Behind Grace. Unnatural pneumonia shakes on the outer wall. The moment Gilmnaval realizes it and opens his eyes. From there, something like a giant spear popped up and poked deep into the dragon's head.

"Huh!?

A figure of Sheila appears, illumhilt with a giant bow and a light magic coat to support it.

Gilmnabal, who ate Blizzardstorm, is, by analogy, like blinded (...) by intense flashes of light.

At least near the head - in a sense other than vision, I don't see it. If Sheila disappears in her jacket, Gilmnaval doesn't have the means to sense anymore.

The opposing illumhilt should also not see its exact position on the back of the coat, and right after the snowstorm - but it is Sheila who is perceptible with another sensation that compensated for it.

Show off the staging of the assault as Grace sheds a purple brilliance from both axes.

"Hey, don't! You're in sight!

If that's the trump card, it hasn't been fatal. We know that Grace can't break through the arm.

Before Grace kicked in the air, a snowstorm swallowed a strip from the sidelines. At the same time, a dense fog pushes from the wind. By Ashley and Lavine.

"Hey!?

The shadows are scattered in pieces through the deteriorating sight.

Gilmnaval, go after him. With your eyes, chase. The shadow belongs to Sheila and Illumhilt.

Grace, who should be most vigilant - was faster than the arrow earlier and flew straight through the snowstorm for the shortest distance. Must be. The axe is shaken off and Gilmnabal's head cries apart with a stunned look on his face.

Still doesn't lead to fatal injuries? Gilmnaval's torso twists his body and the dragon's head growls like crazy.

Grace, passing by, deployed a shield on his palm to hang the sudden brake he left to his strength.

Throw the axe over the sky and secure it in the air. As you take altitude into one action by pulling up your own body, you look at your prey with the glow of red eyes from just above.

Gilmnaval also moves upwards as if seeking an enemy who has lost his neck. But the move was clearly less glorious than earlier.

"Phew."

Give yourself up to earlier violent impulses. Grace laughs cold.

The - position. Standing on the head of a dragon, identify the giant arrow.

Kick in the air with a spring all over your body, leaving it to gravity acceleration and the momentum you kicked out.

Whether the temperature was sensed or the tentacles attempted to intercept Grace, but because of the large damage to the human body area, it lacked accuracy.

Plundering Grace's body everywhere - but.

- Hand wounds of this magnitude anyway. Because it plays.

So, intentionally, no.

He punched a giant arrow with his fist and let it penetrate deep into the dragon's skull. Then when I grab the arrow, I pull it through at my disposal with a twist applied to spread the wound.

The dragon's body was still wandering like crazy, but rapidly losing the brilliance and buoyancy of his eyes. The Gilmnaval giant fell to the bottom of Naruto - radiating light and dispersing along the way.