Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"... that between the keys were occupied?

"Ha. Apparently I was in a hurry not to have Gardinis return..."

"You idiots."

Vallos throws up after hearing Zaradi's report.

I guess Gardinis' stomach would have done so if Gardinis had returned with more results than he had.

But Gardinis, who lives as long as he waits, will not return. And himself and his faction are alerted by Vallos and Zaradi.

So are their recklessness a sign of loyalty to Gardinis, or their awe of their master? I guess it's an action because you can no longer sit back and wait for nothing......

What Vallos feared was that he would carry out an attack on the last spiritual tree garden managed by Mustra, and that he would take the seal hostage.

Attacks on spiritual trees are seen as a breach of contract. It was an occasion where I wanted to avoid the time spent releasing the seal being attributed to blisters.

Consequently, the interests were unanimous and some credible endorsers were gathered to exercise vigilance over the Spiritual Garden...

"So, between the keys"

It would be a good place to castle. Even if it's a battle, I guess they estimate that Vallos can't break out in full for fear of destruction between the keys.

"Smart."

As Vallos rises, Zaradi continues.

"What do you do?

"In addition to twisting, do you have something to do?

"Ho."

Zaradi laughs at Vallos' words.

Leave the living room and head between the keys. As I walked down the Belliondola corridor, Mustra was grinning and leaning against the wall.

"I heard that. I hear the keys are occupied."

I guess I heard it and came out of the Spiritual Garden. Continuing from the sidewalk is a corridor to the spiritual tree garden in charge of Mustra.

"That's right. I'm going to crush it now."

"Well, that's..."

To Vallos' swordswallowing words, Mustra broke up with each other.

"Where's your tail?

"Is it almost there? But isn't your plan going to require between the keys, too?

"That depends. Worst of all, it doesn't matter if it's destroyed between the keys."

"I see. Is that Lord Zaradi"

"That's the thing. He's got other hands on him."

Towards Vallos trying to pass by saying that, Mustra says.

"Shall I help you, too? Lord Zaradi is a good guardian. If it's more important than between the keys, Lord Zahradi is better equipped for defense near the Garden of Spirituality."

After saying that, Mustra laughs. Vallos frowned at the frigid smell, but answered with a glance at his shoulder.

"... fine. Zaradi, were you listening to me?

"Ha... have some martial arts"

Zaradi walked down the aisle leading to the Spiritual Garden after a gratuity.

Vallos and Mustra stay unspoken and head between the keys.

Through a corridor lined with stone columns, what was eventually visible was a huge stone gate with black.

Before the stone gate, a group of demons awaits Vallos and others. Looks like they're forming several formations. If there is a gap, they are the ones who were aiming to scratch Vallos' sleeping neck.

"Vallos is here! Mustra is with us!

When one demon called, Gardinis' belly, Azraberg, appeared from behind between the keys and shouted.

"Stop there!

Vallos narrows his eyes, stripping his fangs and laughing.

"Gardinis' measures are ruined, too, if the Lord at heart doesn't come back."

"Shut up! My Lord will lose like a human being! Are you the one who knows what's going on here? We have so many endorsers! This is how we turn our backs between the keys, and the earth is in our possession. Give us the keys and give us the authority."

Azlaberg's words were blocked along the way. Because something like a black flash, emitted from the hand that Vallos waved unconstitutionally, carved a crack in the stone gate.

Azlaberg has a flashy face and sees Vallos.

"Do you know why... I was letting you guys swim while I was watching you?

That's what I say, I open my eyes and strip my fangs. That's a beastly grin in the shape of a person. A warrior runs amongst the demons with a grin as if to embody the brutality of the species, even though he is said to be an unwitting demon.

"To gather together those of you who disagree with me who do not belong to the faction of Gardinis. If you want to squeeze out the pus, try to get it together. I thought you were a devil, but you're not as sweet as you missed out on your fangs, are you?

I am aware of Azlaberg and the hundred people who are being watched.

I feared both Solemnity and Rebellion because of the situation I was alerted to in my husband's absence. The demons with good combat skills, unrelated to those gathered by Vallos, are also in their possession... It is suspicious that Azraberg will be able to contain them until earlier, so long as they obey Gardinis. If I may say so - the thread of Azlaberg tension was cut off first in a situation where Gardinis was not back.

That is why we have implemented the measures that were supposed to move in response to the return of Gardinis.

"Will it take the form of a solemn purity for show and tie? That's too bad."

When I think Vallos has succumbed, he pushes in at a rate that won't even clasp a shadow.

The first person I touched was the demon man who was in the lead.

"Val -"

Palm bottom like sticking up your abdomen. The struck demon breaks through the corridor ceiling so that a storm rises through the tree cuts and dances through the universe. In its abdomen there is a pancreas of chi. By any force, when Vallos grips the fist he puts over his head, a great hole is put in the demon's belly to respond to it.

"Huh!?

"Hih!"

Handknife. The blow, which appeared to have been unleashed unconstitutionally, had rounded off the demon's torso without taking the walls of his temper as objects. Catch someone nearby who is flashing and literally twist.

"Stupid!?

Azlaberg looks out.

Said he was good at putting up walls. That's what the demon said. I should have placed it on the front because it's actually going to buy time with the castle. Slaughter it with just one blow...

Abnormal attack capability for anything. I still know that if it is formed with a chi sword, it will cut off every barrier. But Vallos is just wrapped up in a thin hunch in one hand. Understanding cannot be driven by the sight that surpasses Azlaberg's knowledge of common sense.

Or this is the ability of Vallos - the power of the transcendent, forgiven only by Gardinis, Luceriage, Zevion, and other superior demons.

There is nothing in the battle between demons that reduces temper traits, such as being a blessing or circulation. It becomes a battle in which the original local power is questioned. I knew that, but that's why this is...

"Holy shit!

The demons who formed the Qi Sword pounce on Vallos. Varros' body sways loosely. The stirrups were clearly what made me think I had loaded the drill.

The cut three demons are stunned that they were slipped through without even being able to match their swords. And it was all over by then.

facial, over the heart, and medulla oblongata. It's dark in there. At the same time as slipping through, Vallos' chi left to touch.

Vallos holds hands silently. Each part of the demons is mourned, as it is decided, around the darkness left behind by Vallos. Late, the bodies of the desperate demons return to dust.

"Hih, hih!

Fear prevailed over that sight, or the demons fleeing through the side of Vallos. Vallos hooked them sideways to see boring things, but shut up and drop them off. Because I know I can't escape without laying my hands on it.

"Ooh, ooh. Where are you going?

It was the laughing demon - Mustra - who was waiting for it.

Not like Vallos again, slow movement. Unstoppable temper that rises from the body.

"Out of the way!

A demon who almost panicked releases an air bomb at the Mustra. Mustra also responds by releasing an air bomb. Cross arms and defend. At the same time as he shot in the air, another jumped out of the back of the preceding demon and stuck the air sword into Mustra's heart. Mustra - doesn't even avoid it.

Deep down, the sword pierces. In response, the demon remembers the response of the synagogue and smiles.

I got an air bomb, screaming from the demon behind me. I looked back and saw something incredible there.

"Uh-oh!? My arm, my arm!?

It's like melting even candy scrubbers. The demon's right and left arms were fused together in a way that remained intersecting.

"Ha, that was a shame. Improvised seating was inside."

Such an idiot, a demon with a sword in him realizes that his grin will be what attracted him. If I looked back, Mustra was also laughing with her heart pierced. Sounds fun. Looks delightful.

Yes, I'm happy. Those eyes, distorted by joy, bark and groan about how to play on their own in front of them.

Characteristics of Qi. In time. Dead place. Crazy grin. Let go of the temper sword and try to leave. But I can't escape. Where did the attack come from? He had his whole body skewered from all sides with something like a black spear.

"Sometimes it's not bad to be afraid of your own kind."

That's what I say and laugh shoulder to shoulder. There is no word for those left behind.

Make the demons feel too tough, their ability. It melted my arms and my ability to unleash a wave from all sides. I've been watching the whole thing, but I can't figure out who my temper traits are.

If Vallos is a demon who embodies stormy atrocities, then Mustra is also a demon as if one side of the demon embodied. Stay or go, it was hell.

"Ugh, shoot!

The demons pound in a massive amount of air bombs in the wake of Vallos. But the moment it touches Vallos' temper, it's bounced in the wrong direction and flushed back.

A dark temper floats around Vallos as a sphere, circling around it. A black flash from a smudged hand. At the same time, a dark thunderbolt pierces the illuminated spot of flash from the sphere.

"Are you insane!? I know what's behind us...!

"It's a little tricky, but it doesn't matter if it's gone. I don't even have to compare it to a spiritual garden."

Vallos says indescribably.

Shut up. Shut up. The formation I built. The demons. Shattered and blown away.

"All the time......! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Azlaberg advanced to Varros, changing the shape of his body as he raged. The figure is a streamlined four-legged beast. Speed no less than the advance of Vallos earlier. The silver shadow flashes.

"Ho."

Vallos tried to tilt his little neck and leaked his first impressionable voice. On the cheek, small cuts. Azlaberg, who turned his temper into a thin blade and reached the highest speed from the first speed, must have slashed it. The figure is a meteor. With a standing stone column in the scaffold, it penetrates from the oblique rear of the Vallos, reflecting at high speed.

"Dead -!"

"Sweet."

Azlaberg, with his discomfort, loses his word this time.

Vallos had stopped with just two fingers the blade of impatience approaching from behind the diagonal.

"No..."

Stupid, faster than you keep saying. Azlaberg's body had been slapped from his back to the ground wondering if it had been pulled.

That, mighty. Impact enough for the floor to sink and cracks to run around.

"Gu Hu!"

"Goodbye."

Azlaberg sees bored by shock and severe pain. Look up. On the palm raised overhead by Vallos is a black sphere that emits a black spark...

"- No. [sighs] [sighs] [sighs] [sighs] [sighs] [sighs]

Mustra shudders her shoulders and laughs when she stabs the last one who was begging for her life to stop.

Corridor to between the keys. And in the midst of the keys, no one survived the uprising. Only two demons are worried about the killing - after which they are left with a wounded watch, just staring at Vallos and Mustra.

Only traces of unusual destruction were left in the corridor, but not even wreckage on the spot because it was a battle between demons.

"Sounds like fun"

"Yeah. Without one of these, I'm not feeling well right now either. Are you safe between the keys?

Vallos answers looking around at the altar between the keys and its surroundings.

"There is some damage. It'll take a while to repair, but... we'll figure it out."

"That's above all. She'd be pissed off if she lost her keys."

To Mustra's words, Vallos smiles small and bitter.

"I guess. He's got more free hands. As for the beads I've unsealed, they'll be delivered to Termwilds."

"I see. Well, then, as planned"

"I told him to avoid engaging. I don't know what will happen."

"... Hmm. Did Gardinis' old body still lose?"

"That's what I'm looking at. If we were to follow Zevion and Luceriage and retreat to Gardinis... there is no longer any doubt about this"

"What?

To Mustra, who inquires, Vallos answered with a narrow eye.

"Being in Termwilds is a kind of monster."