Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

I stand with Uroboros against Luceriage. Behind the head of the opposite Luceriage, a golden sword lines up regularly to line up. That number, 24 bottles. Can there be more? Or is that the limit?

This one - becomes relative by itself. Because Cadkeus is on that side in case of an emergency. Sometimes the red turning stone is used by Cadkeus so that everyone can leave. Rosetta and many healers are waiting in the temple for the injured.

"So let's get started."

with a cool grin.

A golden sword was ejected with fierce momentum.

A wind-cut sound that plunders your cheeks. One, two, three. Out of orbit in Uroboros, turning away, but out in front. You can't blow him away.

Pack the time. Luceriage's face distorted with joy. The chills that pierce my spine are on my back, and the shape of my face is distorted into laughter until me.

Decided I couldn't go straight in like this. Kill your inertia with Levitation and fly to the top right.

The sword passed me in a way that pierced my space from side to side and directly behind me.

A golden glow that should have flown away once, spinning like a clock needle. Once again, the target is set here and ejected.

Up, down, left, right. A bullet of sword that flies out of timing from all directions to the moment. An attack as if to dominate the space itself to evade.

A sword that runs straight through the shortest distance. A sword that flies in as it rotates. A sword that draws an arc and sweeps away a wide range.

Lateral rotation, turn. Descending to fly. Not close. Not close.

Luceriage waves his arms like a conductor, perfectly controlling the movement of his sword.

Interception in Uroboros. I can bounce it, but I can't smash it.

Expand the shield widely to see how strong the attack is, but the attack that ejects will penetrate lightly if the shield is normally deployed. Even if "slash" is prevented, "spike" like a bullet cannot be prevented by a one-handed shield.

In addition, a 3D, simultaneous multifaceted attack. The power of control and killing will be unparalleled and vicious.

The disillusionment caused by separation is also expected to strike all of them. That makes no sense. I'm just wasting my control.

If you hit big magic - depending on the type of magic you can grind your sword, but then you can't keep breathing this way. The magic to unleash the great moves needs to be refined in your body.

Then what do we do?

"Heh."

Luceriage opens his eyes round. A mixed look of surprise and joy.

Expand a very thin shield around the body and in all directions.

If the opponent's sword touches it and contacts the shield, you don't have to look to identify the direction and type of attack.

Junction by magic barrier. Attack sensing. thereby approaching Luceriage with his sword in the fastest and least motion.

Signs of a blade that plunders your cheeks. I can't pack a time when I'm avoiding it greatly. Some cuts should be tolerated as necessary expenses.

"Interesting!"

Luceriage, who sees himself packed in time, comes forward with a deeper grin.

From the fingertips of both hands, a sword emerged as integrated with the palm, instead two swords scattered in the wind. Twenty-two swords, swords, swords, following them around like faithful followers.

Slashing like releasing a knife. as if linked to the movement of the arms. Numerous swords flashed together in a row, becoming giant slaughter and ripping the top off his neck.

Bend your torso over. Strike back the dragon wand as it sweeps up. If Luceriage received it with the sword of his hand, he bumped into each other and sounded metal.

Show Luceriage the kind of movement that will hold him down at the impending moment. When you fly back without resisting and without defying, the sword that was unfolding pierces that space.

The distance is empty. As Luceriage waved his hand, his golden temper widened expansively.

Instead, a few swords that were floating around Luceriage disappear, and as I would say instead, temper condenses from all over the place, and when it takes the form of a sword, it flies in. It disappears as soon as it passes. Coagulate and fire at another coordinate somewhere.

Can I call it crossfire by sword? The number of flying swords handled by Luceriage is up to 24. That seems definitive. Either way, it doesn't change what we do. It is no more an inevitable attack than it is capable of omnidirectional sensing by shielding.

Be prepared for some bullets as well. Only an inevitable attack is played with uroboros and imminent. Hit Luceriage like a beat from body to body.

"With that youthfulness - I wonder what way you've lived. I'm not exhausted!

Luceriage seems to be able to carry out close range fights using his sword as well. Does the alias mean Dada? I show you a sword dance that flows with both swords. If the essence of Zevion is power, then that of Luceriage is a move.

Fly around dancing through a blade that flies uncut, hitting each other with a cane and a sword. We meet several times while it remains upside down and tap the fireball in as we leave.

A sword spinning like a windmill scatters this magic. Assault and bump into each other again without either.

With a sword - an unprotected attack.

"Go!"

A combination of soil and wind, fifth class magic grind dust. By trapping hard particles in a high-pressure wind ring and releasing them. It's a windy battle wheel that scrapes away objects you touch.

I let it go from close to close. Luceriage avoids it by turning his upper body to a large extent. In the direction I avoided - I saw a blow by Uroboros so that I could cover it.

"Gu!"

Luceriage couldn't even take it with his sword. Cross your arms and take an aggressive defensive stance. His body gets bounced off, but he can't chase this one either. Because of the golden brilliance of the space in front of me.

But not yet. My grind dust is alive. Luceriage received the wheel of battle to come back with an arc drawn, not with a sword, but with a barrier by temper. Sparks scatter along with sharpening sounds.

Wouldn't be as durable as Zevion. He comes forward laughing.

I guess that means we'll have to go out with close range than we can keep up the intermission.

We cross spears in close range and attack at the same time with a flying sword. So if we cut our focus, we'll win.

So I laugh this one too and step in thoughtfully. Because if you shield his own body, the type of attack will be limited even if you say you can mount a simultaneous multi-faceted attack.

In short, there is only a way to live in close combat. This one unleashes three or four grind dusts, causing him to put up a fence to take control of each other.

Dancing Dancing. Replace heaven and earth visibly and replace offense. Turn if flushed, bounce if struck down.

enthusiasm, and thoughts turn white with joy. I'm not sure how much wound you're suffering, but there are no bullets that can affect your movements.

In exchange for scratching the distance and injuring the wound. This attack is also passing through him. We take each other's lives with fine hand wounds. Sharpen each other.

Take the escape route by making the grind dust flesh thin from side to side and preventing it with barriers.

Penetration. A sword that flies from across. Now. This is the time.

You can't hit an attack if you're avoiding this. its offensive power and momentum. The level of penetration - it's an enemy.

Penetrate your own left arm and extend your arm to a distance enough to be touched by Luceriage. Stunningly eye-opening Luceriage's, flanking and thunderbolting.

I'm not sure of the extent of the damage. Add a full body twist to one behavior and beat down and beat down the demon-focused uroboros. Direct hit to the left shoulder. Spike back to the abdomen. They all responded well enough, but still didn't stop Luceriage.

By the time I found out that eating the first magic was inevitable, I guess I had folded in eating the next shot. Eating up my teeth and enduring it.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!

Ripped temper. Cross the swords between your arms and let them fly me backwards.

All the swords that were flying disappeared. On the palm raised overhead - calling it a sword is also ridiculous, a giant blade emerged. He said he had no choice but to bet his own battle than to suffer a hand wound that leaned in equilibrium -.

"So much drilling on people's bodies! From the bottom of my heart, I've never seen anyone try to kill me!

Twenty-four units of control. All of them. I just throw it in a single sword.

fierce speed that is inversely proportional to the immensity. Dodging with multiple airblasts, Luceriage shakes his arms up as he eats up his teeth. Is it an unscrupulous attack on the other side as well, blood smudged out of Luceriage's arms.

I'm not even thinking about my own defense. An attack of abandonment, with his body shredded with a grind dust that was lagging behind. Huge slaughter looms at ridiculous speeds from below.

Inevitable. Focus your magic on Uroboros and expand your shields in multiple ways.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take Uroboros with both hands. I don't have a feeling about my left arm, but I try to reinforce it with a shield and force it to support me. Slashing collision. Flushes from body to body and clashes against the outer wall.

On the brink of it, the shield is also deployed on the back side to withstand between the wall and the blade. endure. Uroboros roars in exasperation.

Squeeze. Pressure to be crushed. Continue to reinforce with one shield after another. In the outer wall, there is a jaw. Fine blood vessels in your hands burst or blood shines and bones crumble.

That's the same thing with Luceriage. flank and a blow to the shoulder. More grind dust scratches. It's not even that shallow.

"Gu...!

It's shaky, for a moment. Look at the pressure loose gap and disengage upwards. A huge crack ran on the outer wall as a roar sounded along with signs of stumbling at his feet. The giant sword disappears.

Luceriage lowered his left arm sluggishly, still laughing as he breathed with his shoulders. A swarm of swords unfolding again. Even if the body is wounded, there is no slight disturbance in its control. You won't be able to release the giant sword again.

Expand the Magic Circle. The wound on the left arm is not a problem because it is forced but the shield reinforces and stops the bleeding.

But Luceriage specializes in killing abilities. Even from this state would be pushed off if the filling was incorrect. Magic to use in this situation. The magic that should bet the battle...

A giant magic circle unfolds multilayers so as to cover the entire body.

Wind, thunder compound. Class 9 Magic Tempest Drive. He said he would fly super fast with lightning and wind barriers all over his body and make a breakthrough attack......

It's magic that combines emergency evasion with attack.

"Such linear magic... something that can scratch my flying sword!

It's supposed to be pretty advanced magic. You know the magic this one is trying to activate, Luceriage can yell irritating. But I don't think this magic used by Battlemage is the same as normal (...).

The moment it activated, the scenery flowed with fierce momentum. Levitation and physical strengthening through magical circulation. for use with them and tempest drives.

Thunder, nice to draw a sharp angle orbit. Fly like sewing between swarms of swords flying in while leaving a purple thunder trajectory. Speed and manoeuvre enough for Luceriage to open his eyes.

Luceriage, who has just unleashed a major move, can't have enough force moves to bounce this off. If the body gets all those scratches, it can't be avoided satisfactorily.

They fly their swords to match the fleshy me. Even if it's controlled, it's not as powerful as it was earlier. Most of them only play with magical power, but one of them breaks through the barrier and pierces my shoulder.

But that's what it is now. If you can't kill me - you lose.

"Oh, my goodness - wonderful"

I caught him, jumping Luceriage's body like a tree chop twice, three degrees back and forth.

Bending at a sharp corner, with a lucid look, he plunges straight into the Luceriage hanging his hands wide open.

"Pierce!"

The roar of Uroboros. A deadly response, transmitted to the arm.

Rip that body with a storm and thunderstorm, and hang it in the middle of the square.

Communities, fly like bullets.

Crush the columns, chopping and shredding the ground and proceeding to crush the walls of the Spirit Palace.

Solve the technique with the impact transmitted to both arms. Draw a big arc, fly backwards, and land.

The recoil of the surgery. At the price of unscrupulous manoeuvre, there will remain a blunt pain all over his body - but he never stood up.