Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"Benedict...... you. Have you forgotten what your Highness picked up for you?

I look at Elliot, who came forward, and one of the black knights says abominably - but the head of the black knight controlled it with his hand.

"Captain Ragnal......"

"I hear he needs me. You will as Your Highness wills."

"Ha!"

Elliot and Ragnal confronted each other at a distance. Ragnal narrows his eyes and laughs.

I'm not saying thank you.

"I didn't think you'd prioritize personal causes"

"Nothing. I'm stuck with His Highness just because I want to enjoy the fight. Both my men are admired, but if it's a mass battle, the vice president can take advantage of it better. Besides... it would be interesting to see how much strength you've given yourself since then."

Ragnal, happy to say so, distorted the edge of his mouth and erected a burning long sword.

"I see..."

The opposing Elliot...... a cold eye and a fine sword of ice pointed at the ragnal. There - from across, a tsunami of cold air pushed in.

as if to signal it. Step in from either side. Each other kicks the ground and is fleshy. Ice and flaming swords collide in the air, sounding evaporating.

During the sight, it was covered in ice. Ragnal laughs as he continues to press on in the air.

"Is this wide-area cooling magic your sister's! Besides, you surprise me a lot that you can fight in the air!

"You are a user of flaming magic. This magic won't work."

"That's the thing. Enjoy yourself, Benedict!

"That's not my name!

"Oh, you did!

"Freeze...!

A large magic circle shines in Ashley's overhead hands. It becomes a sphere of bright white cold air so that the magic circle converges, beating it to the ground. From that point on, the whole thing freezes between glances. Ice covered the floor and disturbed everywhere so that the ice columns pierced the ceiling from there. Class 7 Water Magic Isicle Palace. It's magic for base defense, closing wide areas with ice. It was a magic that had a long effect time and continuously transformed the range of effects into a world of extreme cold.

"Ice Operator! Quite an arm you got there!

"The barrier can be broken with our exasperation if it doesn't get in the way! First you're kicking in the way, putting up a defensive field, crushing that silver-haired daughter!

The Black Knights have identified King Eberberberbert and Princess Adriana as their goals. That is how their Lord, Zadias, gave the order.

We must kill King Eberberbert and declare Zadiaz's succession to the throne. I'm still uncertain how to treat Princess Adriana or Princess Stephania... but it would still mean treating them as good, claustrophobic or hostage, or killing them.

But in order to achieve those ends, we must destroy the barriers that were strewn between our eyes. If we are to destroy the barrier, in the end, we will have to eliminate the operator who is blocking the front and building the defensive field.

So in the end, it was - it was a form of battle they were good at.

The Black Knights form a line and unleash air bombs simultaneously against Ashley, who is only inside the defensive position. But - ice walls and ice columns are born, which inhibits most of the air bombs.

"Blessings! When the distance leaves, the air bomb attenuates!

"Deal with it usually by magic!

Changing the means of attack causes attenuation by the defensive field. Ashley and the others in the defensive position slowly prevented the flying gear.

Thunder strikes, ice shotguns, light bows and arrows, sound bullets, etc. are all fired back at in return.

Shooting arrows at each other at a distance is, in the end, just a small handful of checks. There is no harm done to both sides by the shield of temper - Ashley's Isicle Palace is alive. While doing so, the temperature between the eyes had dropped. The exhaling breath is white.

"The aim is to freeze you in a delayed battle......!

"But with them, at low temperatures, don't you turn up the sound?

I don't think he's ready.

The Black Knight's intuition is correct. Isicle Palace, which is supposed to act on both sides, works unilaterally to the disadvantage of the Black Knights, beyond the blessings of Tefra.

Then if you break through the defensive position in the Golem - and circle your gaze, a flashing sight popped in.

- A golem boasting a giant, a decent crossing woman and the figure of a knight with a giant body.

The people fighting the Golem are clearly monsters. Either attack if you get involved, you'll be crushed with every armor. All I could think of was a tremendously incompatible enemy for the Black Knights. There's nothing more I can do than be perfectly contained, but that's the same thing I'm trying to do over there.

"... we have no choice but to step in ready for damage. The defensive field can contain some effect if you open your mind and stick in."

"The four of us go in. The rest follow slightly from the rear, carrying out cover fire. This one draws the barrage from their rear guards! Get in there and crush it!

"Ha!"

When a long-range attack does not reveal a light, Sheila and Durahan come out of the defensive position as the Black Knights step forward and echo. But if it were to leave the defensive position, it would have been desirable for the Black Knight. The Black Knights are letting off their air. Sheila and Durahan are like sewing a gap in a barrage. Into each other at fierce speeds.

"Back off, you beastly bitch!

A sword wrapped in thunder is swung down. Sheila flew diagonally up to avoid it.

The Black Knights follow it with their eyes and try to tap into the air bombs so as to predict the orbit.

But for Sheila, naturally, she crossed that eye in a right-angle orbit as if she were being bruised and laughed at for the Black Knight. The air bombs that the three of us were supposed to unleash pierce a void and nothing space.

I reacted to Sheila's movements and tried to chase her with my eyes. There - the adhesive thread was showered. I'm not even pointing my gaze. diagonally backwards, releasing in precise orbit.

"Gu!?

The Black Knight, blocked in sight, tries to remove the thread that snaps into his face, but to that extent is not a substitute for something to be done. The yarn also sticks to the left hand that I touched and I can no longer pack it.

"Avoid it!"

"I can't do that"

Another man screams at his people, but there's no way he can block his sight and take it to the freedom of his left hand to react to Sheila and the others' movements. Covered shooting can also be an argument against each other. Sheila's pale voice sounds, and the next moment Durahan's driving horseback leg kicks down the Black Knight's back of the head. Even if it's protected by a helmet, it doesn't prevent it to impact.

"One first."

"Don't lick it!

Sheila, who exasperates into the appearance of her peeling white eyes and falling companions, but leaves them in an irregular orbit, has no aim. Using the ice pillar as a shield, it flies out in a completely different direction as it goes around the back.

"What's that move!?

"Verdogal flying technique!

"Don't force yourself to aim! Approximately! Shoot him in the face!

"Do you think I'll let you?

Illumhilt's arrows of light plundered into the midst of a rear guard attempting to strike Sheila with a suppressed projectile of air bombs. If the cursive amplification of the serafina spreads a high and clear sound, the flying technique will be disrupted and the black knights will likely fall for a moment.

Even bringing it back soon, the avant-garde situation was moving by then. Two or three saucers continue to fly in. I took it with my sword, and I just played it with my shield, and Sheila, who disappeared, comes around from the side and kicks me in the helmet.

"Gu!"

Because the Black Knights still know Sheila's coming for a gap in her armor, or she stomps in the air with her sides tightened as she shows the gap. I guess that's the logic that we should even be alert to yarn. The sword that wraps up the fighting spirit can be brought into the battle of sword moves because you just have to accept it with the fighting spirit. Besides, Sheila and I can't keep the same motion forever. The same goes for your health, and you use magic for the use of magic props.

But - the kicked black knight had stopped moving. Durahan's enormous sword, approaching without even making a sound, grinds away relentlessly. Because it is reinforced by temper, or although it does not even reach both ends, it is hit and blown decently by the momentum that causes each armor to shake.

The consciousness seemed painfully disconnected, but then the chunks of sound emitted from the horn of the serafina are also naturally inevitable. A resonant bullet rocks the skull with every helmet. Destroy the eardrum. Shake the Triple Pipe to prune your consciousness.

"If it's protected by armor, you think it's safe?

"Now you two"

"All right, yeah, yeah!

Ignoring Sheila and Durahan, one of them was forced to enter the defensive position as he shrugged his temper and wrapped it around his body. The remaining avant-garde is leapfrogging to grasp the movements of the saucers dancing around by themselves and Sheila's circular orbit, Durahan's location, and not about to turn to counterattack.

The black knight who rammed into the defensive position - that was it.

"Too bad. Goodbye"

Claudia's transfer magic is activated from across. It will be transferred to the hall on the first floor of the labyrinth, where the fully equipped Knights of Verdogal are waiting. One black knight against the Verdogal Knights, who have experience in fighting half demons. There's nothing you can do about it.

"What the hell is that!

The black knights, watching it, raise their voices in dismay. One of my people is gone from the spot.

Extinction or metastasis? Anyway, it means that even a forced breakthrough of a single horse is not allowed. The moment the last of the avant-garde was distracted by the disappearance of his companions, the adhesive yarn was strapped to his back and he fell through the yarn, pruning his consciousness with a thunderbolt of Mallane.

Keep it up, Sheila and the others are coming towards the rear guard. Set up a sword to intercept, but it won't come straight. Spread left to the right.

If you noticed - the opponent's head count itself was increasing. Sheila, Illumhilt, Durahan. Dancing here and there, countless saucers. The iconic statues of Ashley and Lavine are covered by the illusions of Mallane. Draw a circle dance to surround the remaining black knights.

"This is what...! What the hell, these guys..."

"Why... We have no hands..."

Temperatures drop even while we do so. Not the cold already - turned into pain, a hell of a very low temperature. Even the feeling of holding the sword is taken away. The sounds you hear are also far away, near, doomed... and you can't tell the difference between the real and the fake even if you know it's an illusion. The Black Knights could only admire the sight in front of them as they fought over the circumstances in which they had been placed.

"I'm coming."

As if to signal Ashley's wide-area magic, Grace rammed into the black golem. The opponent outweighs Ignis by a giant body. That's why Grace moves a few steps faster.

Speed like an arrow unleashed, not even a shadow retained. Grace was jumping into her nostalgia lightly. Keep up the momentum, make no mistake. Strike the axe into the unarmed part.

"This is-"

I've felt it before, a different response from anything else. With only a portion of the impetus punched in, Golem's body itself pushes Grace's axe back with ridiculous elasticity.

It plays in the back. There comes the positive fist of the black golem roaring and approaching. Head-on, Grace intercepted. If you strike the axe off the side, the arm of the golem will bend like a tree. But it's also an instantaneous thing. It just does, builds momentum and returns to its original form.

It was not the armor I was wearing, but the problem underneath it. The black body of the Golem itself has an unusual elasticity, and neither slashes nor blows through it. It has that kind of trait. Arms and feet. Armor in the body is not for defense, but for attack. It's just a blunt instrument to rip and smash your opponent.

With his arms, he builds momentum and launches an attack as if the giant tree that becomes it has been whipped.

Intercept with a fighting axe. Strike down every blow of the Golem without making a ridiculous physical difference as an object, slip through it and see the slaughter caused by the struggle. But that doesn't make sense either.

"... I see. The Golem of the Magic Kingdom has an unusual ability inside."

Grace looked slightly unpleasant and frowned.

The white golem, on the other hand - against Ignis and Rosemary, was playing a big stand around.

It doesn't have extreme elasticity like a black golem. But the attack doesn't go through. If you hit him, you won't respond.

Ignis' battle hammer roars up and strikes out the flank of the white golem. But from there I thought a wave of blue and white light ran all over my body - eventually that light gathers in my fist and emits it as a bullet of magic.

Various magic, unleashed by Rosemary on Ignis' support, was a similar result. The moment he touches the armor of the white golem, he makes sure that it is sucked into the armor, replacing the wave of light running through the armored surface and converted into a light bullet of counterattack.

"Absorbs magic and shock -. Converts to magic and converts to attack...... I see. That makes sense."

Rosemary takes a certain distance from the white golem and observes the golems as they pass the magic bullet.

Perhaps both...... are made assuming control of the Knights of Silvatoria and the sorcerers. Using overwhelming defensive capabilities as shields, ravage and drive away with mass. No magic, no blow, he said.

Theodore, by way of exception - Grace, or if not Ignis, it would be difficult to deal with him properly.

White golem and black golem. Do you want to switch opponents? No, each other, it should be good as it is.

That's all Rosemary calculated, a white golem breaking through Ignis sets up a body hit. Stretch a magic thread to Ignis as he jumps away. The difficulty escaped by re-orbiting to be pulled by the connected Ignis.

The white golem clashed against the wall. Turn that shock into magic. Aim at Ignis and release a magic bullet. Ignis smashes his magic bullet with a battle hammer from the top.

Clashes between Ignis and the White Golem. I can cross spears. Just that equals getting the white golem ready for the next bullet. Magic bullets that are unleashed without a pull for Rosemary. Each shot drops its power and releases it from your fingertips. It's hard to cut everything. Ignis goes out into the ray to be his master's shield, hammers, and fists down.

But that's a forced move. White golem fists captured where Ignis' movements were restricted.

Not so much power. Because they are converting their own blows. But magic bullets from close quarters don't either. Direct hit. Ignis was forced to step back. I don't have a problem with Ignis... but I'm not sure how strong the doll is.

Uncomfortably, Rosemary frowned. Perhaps using a manipulative yarn would be a bad idea. Because the moment you touch it, they over-suck your magic.

The black golem on its way to Grace - when it takes a thoughtfully succumbing position, it bursts into making use of the elasticity to jump. Even if Grace strikes it off with an axe, it flies linearly to Grace so that the axe plays. Like adding rotation to your body and tearing it apart with armor. I don't mind being sent. Just crushed one of Ashley's made ice columns, Grace's axe is released from her hand. If the chains remain entangled in the body of the black golem and Grace pulls as they are, both movements antagonize.

"Don't think you can keep Luvansh and Spaella single forever! I'll smash you all right away, and I'll give those smart little girls a blood festival!

I can yell at Zadias for watching the war.

"Phew..."

The words, Rosemary laughed with her nose.

Indeed. Zadias' view of what he saw as advantageous after watching the Golem fight is - in some respects, it is a hit.

Grace, who deals with black golems... not as much as a pureblood vampire, even though he can play. So if you hit it directly with just one shot, that's all the balance will lean heavily towards the golem side.

How about the white golem and Ignis? Power, armor, etc... Ignis wins more in terms of basic abilities if you simply compare them. But Rosemary, who seems to be its Lord, is a living person. It's only a matter of how we break through Ignis later and put an attack on Rosemary, who refrains behind us.

But still, the look on Rosemary's face under the feather fan didn't change.

"- That's a hassle. Hey, Grace?

"Absolutely. I don't like people who don't have a piece on their axe."

A series of stormy black golem attacks with an axe to wrap up the struggle - Grace also grinned lightly. Red shining eyes and fangs peeking from the mouth.

"But their power seems to be... normal magic."

"Something that's not even an organism in the first place. Wouldn't that be nice?

That's what I said. Grace and Rosemary only look at each other for a moment and laugh.

with chains tangled in black golems. Magic thread connected to Ignis and. Changes were made in each of them.

Chains suck up magic, and magic threads send in magic.

Ignis stepped in at an explosive rate, incomparable to before. Hook the hook claws to the armor and lift the giant white golem with the momentum intact.

"Yes... Unless it's an organism. I don't mind if it's not blood - but I really, really hate it."

Right around that corner. Grace says as he continues to pay off the Black Golem offense. Behind words, Grace felt violent impulses gushing inside her. That lip shapes a torn, fierce grin.

through chains that wrap up the struggle. The blue and white light is drawn from the black golem to Grace's hand.

Energy Drain. It takes away Golem's powerful magic, absorbs and assimilates it as Grace's magic - one of the initial abilities for vampires. It can always be used if it is fortified with a moon-night dress.

I don't usually show that ability... simply because I hate it. Because I don't even need to use it. Just run out of it.

Rosemary laughs when she sees it.

"Conversion is inefficient with a huge loss. Even my Ignis enhancement. Well... How much power can this golem endure?

Keep the white golem overhead. The power of destruction was unleashed without any foretaste. Rosemary's mundane, magical pile bunker was released at its highest output.

Blast and blast. Piles ejected with fierce momentum are slammed into the belly of the white golem.

Absorption - I can't cut it off. Pierce the magic conversion armor and run the crack through a hole in the golem body. The magic of the blast emitted inside further widens the crack. The battle hammer of Ignis, approaching from the sidelines, captured the golem as the pile bunker was pulled through.

Clearly not like before, dull sound. Cracks ran all at once from the worn hole - the white golem was crushed into two pieces from the torso.

"Hehe, haha! Ha-ha-ha!

On the other hand, the end of the black golem, absorbed by magic, was also unbroken. The elasticity you were gaining from consuming magic is lost, and if you stick your right hand out, your right hand will. Stick out your left hand and your left hand will. Slightly engraved and splashed by Grace's axe that makes him laugh.

Pull the other axe back to hand and step in. Leap. A struggling axe leaves a black lightning-like residual light, scratching from the head of the black golem to around the waist in a tang bamboo crack.

It doesn't end. Grace, it doesn't stay.

Emotions for Theodore and Lisa. Emotions for Zadias and the Black Knights. Self-loathing that they used the energy drain. They were holding back Grace's impulse to destroy.

Almost similarly shattered through time, grabbing the arms of the white golem that was dancing through the universe, he centrifuges and throws them outside between his glances.

Ahead - there was an airship. Those who remained on the ship were sidelined in the blink of an eye so that they could withdraw or shell whenever they had orders.

I didn't even have time to carry out the shelling. The belly of the airship is smashed from side to side and the white golem is slammed inside the airship. Late, the light from both arms of the still spicy living white golem pierced the airship from the inside.

Is that - some kind of deadly destruction for the airship? It's like sinking to the bottom of the ocean. The airship descends towards the castle courtyard - at a slow rate.

- The brilliance of the ice and the remnants of the flame intertwine and clash. We don't retreat from each other, we hit each other with swords and swords. The disadvantage of mass of being a fine sword compensates with entangled ice.

Ice spears and flamebullets emitted nearby as they hit each other with their swords. If the evaporated ice becomes fog and more ice scatter is released from the fog, the ragnal wraps around the flaming armor and scratches it out. The techniques we specialize in each other interfere with each other and are not decisive.

Prevent Elliot from slashing with a wall of rage. I flushed the attack and switched positions. If I showed him the setup to cut in there, Elliot released a blade of water towards his back.

"Shh!

Intercept with a flaming sword. Unlike ice, however, the blade of water cannot be prevented. I was capturing Ragnal's helmet.

Speaking of Elliot, fly across the scaffold with Ashley's created columns of ice before taking a distance and turning around.

Ragnal takes off his helmet. My vision is poor over the face covering of my helmet to fight Elliot. That's why I reacted slowly to the water blade.

"Does this guy mean anything to you?

Ragnal sticks his teeth out, fingers his own face with his thumb, and looks at Elliot.

Elliott caused the ragnal wounds not even to the same place as the burn marks on Elliott's face... but because they were released in close proximity. He slid through the face-covered gap, leaving cuts on his cheeks.

"I was just wondering if I could take about my right eye from the gap in my helmet. If you couldn't defeat it, it doesn't make sense."

"Goddamn it! Good, you! Don't stab me in the stops. Hey, you were right!

Ragnal has a long sword on his right hand when he laughs. Step in with a flaming whip in your left hand. Elliot wraps ice armor around his entire body to counter the whip of an irregular orbit.

Minutes in aerial warfare would still be a ragnal with a day's length. But because Ashley is disturbing the ice pillar as an obstacle, he can't act like he's using his mobility.

Elliott's manoeuvre, by contrast, is a reflective move from shield to shield, repeated fine leaps while controlling levitation. In order to move while killing inertia, the obstacle is not as bitter.

As a result, the difference between the advantages and disadvantages did not become that great, but rather a battle in the air and on the ground without choosing a battlefield from each other and with a noticeable change of place.

Cross your swords and hit each other with a shield of temper and a shield of ice. Kick it at your disposal, lose your posture, and then cut in. Jump and leave. Flipped slaughter and spike. Flame and ice blades that plunder your cheeks. The flaming whip looms from an unattainable direction, and the ice tsunami that Elliot has unleashed extensively is entangled. Each other's magic interferes with each other, and they can turn into steam and play.

"This doesn't make any sense!

Extreme temperature difference between hot and cold air. Crushing ice cubes. Splashing firepowder. Swords and swords roaring to mow each other's necks. Reciprocating, bumping into each other, beating magic from close range.

Ragnal rolled out a magic circle where they played each other. A giant sphere of flame swells over my head. Elliot also develops magic circles to counter them.

The magic completion was a moment faster for Ragnal. Unleash the fireball forward. Elliot's ice cubes, released late, clashed directly from the front.

antagonizes for a moment, one pushes and wins. It was Ragnal's magic that won only for what was gaining momentum. Crush the ice and scatter a blast in the direction of the fireball's progress. A blast of flames and a shotgun of ice swallowed Elliot, who received it with his arms crossed.

Ragnal steps in on a blast flame. He shook off a burning long sword as he snapped Elliot's neck.

Hard response. If you shake it off, the ice helmet will dance through the universe.

"No - huh!?

What was there was a shell out. Elliot's wrapped up, just the ice armor. Elliot, who left to take off his armor from his back side, stepped in at a windy rate from the left hand side of the ragnal. It's not the ice that the fine sword wraps around, it's the struggle -!

"Shh!

He protrudes his left palm toward the thin sword that is rolled out, creating an air barrier. Elliot's fine sword, wrapped in blessings and struggles, had pierced the fence and skewered Ragnal's left palm.

He grabs his left hand, which remains skewered just because he knew it, and wriggles the sword that Ragnal holds in his right hand. Skip the slaughter of temper with the next cut if you want to avoid it. This distance. The biological Elliot, whose weapon is also blocked, has no way of avoiding -!

"Got it!

But Elliot kept stepping forward. of the blade that has been swinging down the ragnal, its fundamentals - take it at the shoulder mouth and kill the slaughter, stopping the blade with the bone. Let go of the fine sword without any luck, and grab the wounded palm with your biological right hand.

"Rotonblood!"

"Damn!?

From the wound on your left hand. Undescripble paralysis and scary objects ripple across your body. Intense interference that does not allow resistance. I couldn't even have it, not to shake out a long sword.

"Of healing - back magic...? Kuku, for a technique used by a clean, well-known magic knight, egghead hey..."

"It's a technique my sister taught me. I won't tolerate fooling."

Elliot's right fist, which is gripped in, had a huge chunk of ice. The Fine Sword has let go when using Rotonblood. Indeed - an attack on an armored opponent would be more sensible than a slash or a spike. Not to mention if you're poisoned...

Ice fist is swept through. It punches through the chest of the ragnal and crushed ice cubes strike the face with the impact. After all, Ragnal's consciousness is dark. It crashed.