Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Gilberto's fist rips the void. Draw a crimson trajectory and roar up. Follow Sheila relying on her sense of smell as a vampire, not the demonic eye that needs concentration. Speaking of flying discs, this one doesn't hurt a lot. Ignore.

He receives the released adhesive thread with a blood shield, hangs it on Sheila and sticks it in.

A blow at the mercy of power. An irregular dodge, like flying downwards while sideways in the air. And for Sheila, the dodging motion itself becomes an attack. The invisible dark vessels planted all over the body cut Gilberto's body into instant pieces by the act of avoiding it on a single piece of paper. Besides, they get lightning strikes at the same time as slaughter, which makes them difficult to chase, but they weren't tied to Gilberto's own damage.

"You're telling me that stuff doesn't work, right?

Even though I said it, Gilberto was watching the movement. Gilberto is eating the attack because he shouldn't be about Sheila's skill, but he's moving not to expose only the deadly gap. You're exposing yourself to Sheila's blade area to see Sheila's movements and strike a final blow.

He slaps lightly and invites caution, but as Irvine said, he's definitely got more than a vampire over there and comes hunting.

Then the aim over there is the heart. They should be trying to tap into the trump tag somewhere that's not the weapon they've ever shown us.

But if the bill is to the extent of a silver weapon, it will not be a problem. The high-ranking vampires, the proximate ones, are not fatally wounded if they take a blow to the heart.

And that would be a good opportunity for Gilberto to finish Sheila off. Because in order to get a blow to your heart, you need to cut in deep, not a shallow, stroking attack like you've ever done.

At that time - the aim was to deform each body to surround a wide area and cut it a thousand times with the jaw. And I don't think Gilberto can even guess if he does it normally.

This beast man in front of you will even sense signs of deformation and let him try to dodge it. When you come to stab a stop is when you hold your breath roots. Invite or step in forcefully. Gilberto laughs as she is chopped up by Sheila's slaughter.

With the strength, the magic, over there, it won't last forever. So even go after it. Go after him. Hunt him down, I'll eat him to death -!

"Alexis -! There's another one over there!

Alexis glanced at Irvine's cautionary voice.

The sorceress of the rear guard is poking at us. But he didn't step in until Alexis' time, and it seemed like he was going to support the knight doll in front of him at a certain distance.

Probably the main doll. The wavelength of the magic I feel is the same.

So instead of one, these people should be seen as one in two originally. So we're here to take a look at the movement, the war situation, and break the equilibrium.

"Go, Ignis"

From the magic circle shining in the woman's palm, the thread of magic stretches. That's the knight doll - Alexis felt its movements changed the moment it was connected to Ignis' hands, feet, hips, etc.

Ignis steps in at an explosive rate. The speed of the waving hammer is not comparable to earlier. If you take it badly, you'll be blown away. But...

"I can see it."

A roar ripping through the air passes Alexis' ear. Alexis was dodging that blow as he arced into the universe.

Two, three degrees. The hammer cuts the sky with fierce momentum. Neither Ignis' stepping in nor the speed of each blow that is rolled out will plunder, even though he says the pressure is much higher than earlier.

That's because - by starting to manipulate the doll directly, it's possible to sense from the thread of magic where the origin of the next attack starts. Try Alexis, it was like being heralded an attack, and it was never hard to avoid it.

"I know. You guys should be the first to take them down from their husbands, right?

"If it can be done"

To Rosemary's provocative statement, Alexis fleshes as he opens his eyes and strips his fangs. The opposing Rosemary let the Magic Thread unfold from Magic Slave to Magic Slave, which unfolded around him. Rip those who come in, the thread junction - it's a trap.

Try Alexis, who thought direct shooting from the Magics Rave was coming, an unexpected event.

"Look, you can't do this, can you?

Rosemary was exposed to magical light waves from the wand in his hand, just to predict where he had changed his orbit in an attempt to dodge the magic thread that was suddenly stretched out of the horizontal. A direct hit magic light causes an explosion. Ignis went in there.

"You'll do it!

Slightly sooner than the hammer of war - Alexis flies out of the blast flapping his wings and leaves into the air. Because of the damage done, the expression had an outdoor grin, mixed with anger, joy, and appetite and madness.

"But I'll kill you next! I'll kill you! I'll make you regret your current disrespect! I like those defiant eyes! I'll choke you out, rip your body apart, hear you scream, and I'll sip your blood slowly! Take care, I'll kill you!

Alexis laughs as he shimmers his demonic eyes. The bright red tongue wet my lips loosely.

"You're... you're broken."

Rosemary frowned at Alexis' appearance. Rosemary has never remembered the disgust that comes from the vampire-like ugliness in front of her, that much she felt dependable about Grace's appearance of sealed liberation.

I guess that's not the difference between being one of us or not, it's the difference between accepting a bloodsucking urge or not. Alexis was soaked in it and Rosemary found himself somewhere where he could not go back.

"Ugh, hahaha!

Alexis poking around laughing. Ignis waves the hammer like an intercept, but it still doesn't hit. Alexis slips through the trajectory as if to mock him while drawing a trajectory of red eyes in the air. Rosemary emitted a light wave to match the movement.

But from Alexis's perspective, we already know the nature of light waves and magic threads as powerful as they are.

After all, the only thing to fear is to take a blow by Ignis. Magic from Rosemary does not make it fatal, and it is not possible to hit Alexis for launching an attack from Ignis.

That's why Rosemary would collapse first and take the form of Ignis striking the blow of his fate. So I go in. Ignore any joint venture and go in.

Alexis stuck his pointed dog teeth out, ate his teeth, put up a spear and jumped into the light waves. If you touch it, there 'll be an explosion, but if you're ready, you can poke through the blast and skewer Rosemary with a spear. It's useless to slash anywhere, such as the slaughter of a fragile magic thread -!

That's how I went in and naturally prepared for the shock wave I should have, but it didn't come. Rosemary's release from Wand is just a magical light with just adjusted shapes and colors. Instead, he was kicking his shield and lowering to the rear, throwing a flask at Alexis' height of sight.

That - Alexis slapped him with a spear aggressively. The volatile liquid that was inside spreads and is allowed to bathe in the upper body.

Intense sweet aroma. As soon as I inhaled it, Alexis' senses drove me crazy. My vision is distorted and my phantoms float. Neither the devil's eye nor the animal's eye - it doesn't work.

Several kinds of mushrooms, herbs and poisonous grasses. Distilled alcohol content. And it is a magic medicine made with materials such as dry ads Shizukuishi and dark attributes Demon Stone. It has the effect of giving intoxication along with intoxication caused by charm.

"You seem to have a keen sensation, so I let you crush it first."

I heard Rosemary's voice roar. A doll that flicks a cloak and sticks it in.

"Thought you could stop me to this extent -!"

My vision is distorted, but I can still move. I slid through the waving hammer with a piece of skin, trying to approach it with rosemary as I transformed my limbs into the beast's jaw - it had been hooked and stopped from moving by hook claws approaching from an unattainable direction.

"Oh, uh...?"

I didn't understand the doll's movements. Avoiding the hammer was the direction of an arm not equipped with hook claws - it should have been.

It's - a move that Ignis is a doll but is therefore possible. As a result of swirling from waist to torso, Alexis never understood it.

Alexis is the last to see the magic thread that leads to the doll's limbs emitting light. Kakin and the moment I wondered if the metal clasp sounded like it would come off, the metal pile, along with the explosion sound, would shoot through Alexis' heart and blow it up. The magic engraved on the pile is redecorated for anti-vampire use.

Magic bullets from light magic burst into Alexis' body.

I don't even have time to scream. Light magically burned from the inside out with his heart lost, Alexis disappeared into the void, dust as it was raised high on Ignis.

"Hey!?

That's what my brother Gilberto was seeing. More than the fact that my sister was defeated, there is a war on its power to wipe out vampires of the same magnitude as myself in just one blow.

Sheila's pearl sword flashes as she pokes a moment of agitation, leaving Gilberto's face with a groan. That - Gilberto followed with his fangs pounding.

Almost there. Almost there. The movement of the beast man is also lacking in glory than earlier. You should be able to beat him if he wears him out and strikes a blow where his movements are dull.

I'm going to eat and kill this guy in front of me and crush the sorcerer who defeated Alexis as soon as possible -!

They go up altitude to chase Sheila, who flies away to the sky.

chase. Its speed is slowing down. About, Sheila's body swayed. Magic or strength or concentration? Either of them ran out of control of the shield.

"Got it!!

Gilberto's body, with his arms wide apart, transforms. Your right arm is on your upper jaw. My left arm is in my lower jaw. Gilberto, who turned it into the mouth of a giant beast and captured Sheila in range, tried to shut that mouth...

"Nah."

But it didn't come true. Something like a strong wall hit my fangs, but I couldn't close my jaw and chew them up.

There, Gilberto saw a shining barrier.

The junction of the night maintained by the Lord, Augusto. It is not like that, it is a wide area junction created by the enemy.

Its identity culminates in Claudia, a huge pyramidal barrier maintained by Stefania, Adriana, Charlotte and Valentina.

That's what Sheila turned her back on. It's supposed to prevent the vampires from escaping from the sky.

Siege, pinch, and devour from the wide area. Whenever Sheila showed a slight gap, Gilberto showed signs of it. Unnatural swings that cannot be found in normal flesh.

And its, the direction in which it tries to mutate. Attacks that may be expected from it. Sheila didn't miss that. It was because we had identified our aim that we lured them near the barrier as we fought.

Slight for the others. But from Sheila's point of view, a huge gap.

Sheila, who kicked the barrier and penetrated the shortest distance, makes the invisible blade struggle, wearing Gilberto's heart precisely.

"Gee!?

Leave as Sheila falls directly below. At the time of departure, Sheila's magic was instilled and the magic props were activated. Same as the one carved into Ignis' pilebanker - bursting light. Demonic props for anti-vampires. It correctly acts as a one-strike special. My brother, like my sister again, is burned from the inside out and dispersed without knowing what happened.

"... tired"

And Sheila speaks to herself as she flies to avoid falling ashes.

Sheila would have won in physical surgery... but perhaps if she hadn't trained with Rosetta, she wouldn't have been able to beat Gilberto's martial arts until then. I think Sheila was right to have you hang out with her when she came to visit from time to time.

In short, he was used to fighting in time for Gilberto's setup.

Even so, if you hit it, it was a task to shred your magic, strength, and concentration to keep avoiding the attack of being incapable of combat with one blow and luring you to a place you aimed to be unnoticed. So if you let Sheila tell you, it will stick and win.

"I'll do it!

Countless arrows pour down on each other. A sight similar to the rain of light. I can feel the wind cut on my cheeks and Mabel yells.

I don't know how you're doing this, but it looks like you're grasping this exact motion and releasing an arrow with some kind of interference wave against the hitting orbit arrow to offset it.

Probably letting the magic reside in the sound. Besides, it seems to have a nasty nature against vampires, like it's sabotage or purification.

So even if you don't align the arrows exactly, the arrows in this blood will only attenuate if they pass nearby. If you're going to say it in that regard, you can say that you're making an effective attack with less effort over there, and you can also say that the arrow over there can interfere with this arrow again to reduce its power. He was the one who meshed with something.

But there are verses that are moving and shooting, consuming magic on both sides. So you will have difficulty in your ability to continue fighting compared to yourself flying with wings. Light arrows are not good for eating too much, but they are far better for endurance.

He scratches countless arrows while analyzing his power and releases numerous arrows. A dense intersection of white and red, unlikely to be shooting arrows one-on-one.

At the same time, keep the three arrows open to block the escape route, or change the speed of the arrows with the strength of squeezing to freely manipulate the time to landing.

Such an exceptional reward for skill. While enjoying his opponent's skill, Mabel's gaze was poured on another bow and arrow in Illumhilt. A strong bow on his back and a spear-like arrow bullet that he would not be able to handle in the end if he were human. Perhaps you can squeeze it with your tail and release it. Then that's the enemy's trump card. Because of the characteristics of Illumhilt's ability, Mabel and I can't do it if it hits the heart.

But I knew from the rewards of the attack so far. Illumhilt has clear weaknesses and shackles that can form.

In a positional relationship where Mabel bears the armies of the Fareeds behind her back, she adjusts the magic that can be put in the arrow so that it doesn't reach that far. So - if Mabel puts them behind her back, Illumhilt won't be able to use that trump card, and the power of the arrow that shoots at her will be diminished. Conversely, this one can shoot an arrow without feeling anything.

Sweet - and Mabel laughs.

And Mabel's trump card is the same as Illumhilt's again. A special blow that creates strong bows and giant arrows and unleashes them with the power of a vampire.

It takes very little time to deform a weapon, but it consumes a lot of blood. So come on and use it, you can't just take it off. Where to release it later. It is decided. From an inevitable distance. Pack it in the fastest and shortest and shoot it out for sure.

Swirl, build up magic for blood flow manipulation in your body as you shoot each other, and peek at the machine. The next time Fareed's positional relationship with the others is linear, the mind decides - and the time has come.

"Now -!"

Change the circular motion while maintaining a constant distance from each other to that in a straight line. Mabel approaches with Fareed and his army on his back.

As it approaches, the bow turns into something big. Arrows of light flying straight over here to shoot it off. Again, the arrows are weak. Strike down the giant arrow with the third arm created with blood...

"Huh -?"

The moment he created the arrow and tried to keep an eye on it, he felt a heavy shock between his brows. I don't know what happened. Something's stuck between my eyebrows.

It would not be fatal, but it had significantly diminished judgment. Reach for it. I painstakingly understand that something transparent is stuck in the middle of my forehead.

Arrow? When did you let go? How? An arrow made of what?

Question marks come to mind but thoughts are cut off and no answers are given.

When we revealed the seed, Mabel came in a straight line, so we just kept releasing the arrow of light and the arrow of invisibility in exactly the same orbit.

The first arrow could have been offset or bounced if I had tried it on Illumhilt, whatever. Fate is the second arrow. Because Mabel packed straight in time, she can even release an arrow with a physical force that won't hit her side. In other words, it doubled its power at relative speeds.

By the time Mabel pulled out the arrow that stabbed her in the forehead, Illumhilt had several arrows of light on her bow as she moved just above her. It rains of light as it continues to stand.

Through Mabel's transformed wings, through his limbs... Mabel falls toward the ground without being able to fly any further. An arrow of light brings Mabel to earth. I don't move. Every shot of the arrow takes power away from the limbs.

And I saw it there. Switch to a strong bow and watch the giant arrow - look like Illumhilt squeezing it with his tail.

- Brilliant.

The sound of a blowing string and the sound of cutting the wind. An arrow wrapped around the magic of light turned it into a literal light bullet to accurately shoot out Mabel's heart.

Cut it off with a big sword with two swords. The sword of blood gripped backwards and Durahan's great sword crossed, striking the sound of a fierce sword trident several times.

"Ouch! Even Mabel!

Cutting together, Irvine was dramatically elevated by the appearance of his fellow to be defeated. Should I say as Irvine expected? One by one, the proximity is defeated so as to derail Alexis' defeat. The tilted balance is probably not going back.

Apparently, the enemy had prepared enough weapons to ensure that they could destroy themselves, and had even built a wide border so that they could not escape.

I was set in a trap. I've already lost it too late to think about it.

Since when. How. Irvine chose to focus more on the enemy in front of him than on those thoughts.

Originally turned to the Spirit to disperse burdens on other sides and Isolde. So now that my people are defeated, I can't help but deal with the spirits that are in service.

Even though the proximity was defeated, that beast man, the doll, and Lamia could be seen wearing off quite a bit. I won't be able to flip the tilted balance, but as long as I can break through the Spirit... I may be able to make up for the war's disadvantage a little by tailoring some of them who are tired. I might be able to induce that sorcerer upset fighting Augusto.

If you decide so, you will break through this Spirit with anything. I have a hand. Durahan always handles the Great Sword with one hand. Durahan, therefore holding his own neck in the other hand. So I'm carrying the war situation in my favor by hand.

Besides - this Durahan was summoned to appear here for the first time.

I don't have the magic tools to kill myself. That great sword will not bring you to destroy yourself. So if you cut in hard and give him a blow, you can frighten him into breaking through.

That's right. I decide to cut into Durahan. He flushes the Great Sword with one crack of a double-sword held in his reverse hand and steps into his pocket. The other hand is blocked. The sword was diverted. I can't defend or dodge more than I'm riding up on a horse.

There is a gap in the armor. If you stick a double sword cut through his neck...

But - intercepting Irvine, who waved his sword up, was another, strong shock, unlike slaughter.

In front of you, a mass of metal. It took a short while to understand that was Durahan's helmet.

"Huh......!?

Durahan, who was nostalgic, used his head - his helmet - as a blunt instrument. No. Should it be called head poking?

The face eaten Irvine leaves trying to get distance - but I've seen it. Eyes glowing in the dark, under Durahan's helmet. As soon as I saw it, the fears of incompetence swept up from inside Irvine.

The emotions that were in Durahan's eyes were familiar to us.

For example, when they attacked humans, they had the will and emotion to float.

That's when you're sure you're transcending your opponent. When it comes to gaining a sense of being a predator. When taking blood from others according to their sexuality. emotions that come from the perception that you are a hunter and a hunter.

What was it? Durahan is not an immortal demon but a spirit. So what was the Spirit who presided?

High spirits who preside over the night. That's not all. There shouldn't have been.

Track your memory. That was a gay story when Irvine was still human.

He who appears with a gruesome sound, and tells of a man's death. And - he who prunes the souls of those who go to death. A pioneer in death that carries the souls of those who lose the duel to the Underworld.

So who are you, the demon of immortality? How does the vague existence of life and death, of oneself, appear in the high spirits who preside over death...

Thoughts are bleached into the emotion of fear that I haven't felt in a long time. So, the reaction to the bouncing sword was delayed for a moment.

With a sword swept through with fierce momentum, I feel my heart cut off. But that doesn't make it fatal. Durahan's sword is different - it doesn't mean the power of purification resides. But there was a certainty that something was over.

Irvine sees Durahan's right hand, who let go of the Great Sword, slowly stretching toward him. They grabbed my hair as it was. The horse runs out as he hisses and hits a shitty metal noise.

I saw something strange. The sight of myself being left on the spot - away - with a stunned look on my face.

"Uh-oh!

I understood the situation and shouted. That thing that keeps you away, it's your own flesh. It was the vessel of my soul to the brink. Defeated in a duel with Durahan, I guess I was disjointed from my soul. As it is in the inheritance, they have now mowed their souls exactly.

That is Durahan's very ability as a Spirit. It must have only been a prey to prune if you tried Durahan, such as yourself on the border of life and death.

So where is Durahan trying to take himself? It is decided. To the underworld.

The sound of hooves. Leaving a green flame in the air, Durahan scratches it out into the void with his pruned soul. At the same time, Irvine's flesh erupted fire from the inside, becoming ash and burning out.

Storm and storm. It was a clash of forces and forces. Grace and Isolde slap each other's weapons as they fly around the hollow. Isolde's weapon was a great sword, but it incorporates a one-of-a-kind trick.

The body consisted of multiple verses and verses, which were made to be bulked when needed. Between the verse and the verse are connected by a substitute such that the threads of the metal are more aligned.

I mean, a sword like a whip. In the case of Isolde, he manipulates freely by wrapping blood around metal threads, so maybe he should call it a living snake-like sword.

At close range it becomes a great sword and at medium range it becomes a whip. Use it to cut with Grace's double axe.

I can't take the liberty of making mistakes or attacking.

Grace's chain of struggle is also somewhat liberal, but by the time Isolde's sword is as free as he is, he is not as free to change.

Approaching the torso, flew a giant slash to evade. He goes into it at the same time as he unleashes his left hand axe. A slaughter that I should have avoided once breaks on the way. I drew a trajectory where cutouts would come down from just above Grace.

Turn around. Snake sword blade passes through soot. The moment I thought, the blade would be wrapped around Isolde's hand.

Expansion itself replaces slashing. Countless blade joints attack to pull Grace off as the saw blade passes. Grace was treating the chain like a shield, preventing the meat from being cut.

Flesh thin on Isolde with sparks and metal noises scattered. If you hit the axe down from laughing Isolde's head - his head and torso will become fog and slip through just before he hits you.

"Ha ha! That's fun. Ah!

Isolde materialized again, releasing a kick from close proximity toward Grace. Grace takes it by concentrating her struggle on her arm. Both were bounced big.

At the distance, the cutting edge of the snake sword stretches and approaches Grace's heart for the shortest distance. Grace took it in the belly of an axe. Metal sound and impact. The other axe shallows Isolde's body from the bottom.

Grace is a fighter. Isolde wraps the red rising demons around his body, pulling their weapons back into each other's hands. Cut some knots and bounce back again. Fly. Isolde lands on the roof of Fort Castle. Grace penetrates head-on.

On an axe to be knocked down by two alignments from the large upper section, Isolde aligned himself to launch a sword he had gripped with both hands. At the moment of the clash, a crack runs on the walls of Fort Castle, where Isolde stands.

The impulse to compare the strength of each other. My gaze bumped into each other on the gain.

"Knock it off! I thought it was a mix... its power. Skills. Maybe more qualitative than your father?

Grace frowned at Isolde's words, who gazed and laughed at one eye.

"But not yet. Enjoy me more. From the response and signs you feel, you are certain to be better than our people. If you care about that, not only can you turn yourself into a beast... but also a mist? Or are you gonna hide it?

"Something you're hiding, nothing"

"Hmm. I mean, didn't you hone your strength for fear of your species? He's a bore."

"I... my parents gave me my body and what I found with Lisa and Theo and... everyone else. But that's enough."

"You think you can kill me with something like that? I know you've planted a lot on that axe, but with that weapon of light, you don't have to know if you're close enough to capture my heart.

Isolde had seen the rest of his proximity scattered, but the upset was aside, not even sad.

I just didn't deserve to be an Augusto squire. That's just what I thought. They will not live forever together.

Grace's lips form a thin grin on Isolde's response.

"Is it? Countess Flamstead is my mother's title. To slaughter and abandon the impure who deceive it, I wonder if it is a substitute that has passed slightly."

"Damn, how dare you yell!

Isolde shakes it off at his disposal. Grace barely backs down and kicks the shield right in. There is no point in a snake sword change if it is nearby. Two axes and one sword cause a storm at a rate that does not even retain a shadow. The purple and crimson glow intersected, scattering bouncing, flying sparks.

Isolde's weapons are not all swords. If you see it inferior in hand against Grace the Duplicant in melee, the Beast's claw fangs pop out from all over your body. Beast off with your left hand as you meet with your right hand. Step through the eyebrows of a beast resembling a grey bear with a struggling kick.

If you try Grace, it will be the second time you have fought a high-ranking vampire. It can also handle attacks that are carried out by turning parts of your body into beasts. But unlike then, Isolde is wary of the axe as a magical prop of light magic, so don't go deep into it. If you're about to take a direct hit, you'll turn your body into fog and avoid it. Isolde had all that reflectance speed. So - the weapon doesn't capture the heart.

But what is it? Step in at a rate that explodes with a kick-foot that focuses your struggle. The ceiling of the kicked castle fort blew up.

Flesh thin with purple sparks scattered from all over your body. Bind your fighting spirit and slap it off. Leaving only an arm to hold the weapon, Isolde's body turned red mist to laugh.

Scatter the fog like fanning with an axe. Indeed, the materialisation was delayed. But it hasn't worked either, having only materialized the arm holding the weapon and releasing the serpent sword.

The tip dived off the roof of Fort Castle and a cut popped out of Grace's back. Turn to rely on the sound to avoid it and beat the axe between the blade verses and verses with the rotating momentum intact. But I can't cut it off.

Blood-reinforced metallic threads may be stronger than those reinforced by struggle. Slashing and jumping slaughter through the roof. At the same time, the materialized Isolde pulls the sword back, and sees Grace or no or strips his fangs and laughs and slashes him.

I won't retreat. Sharper, faster, stronger. Mirage-bodied demon stone planted on Grace's right-hand axe is activated and the axe splits into three parts. An axe wielded in a void poking shape shallow the cheeks of Isolde. I turned my torso. I step in there half a step. The shining axe on his left flashed around his belly.

"Don't do it!

Hand wounds from slashing incorporating light magic burn up. It also quickly subsided in flames in a flash and the wound regenerated. If I waved the phantom axe in an attempt to make another blow, Isolde's body fogged once again as he flew back and forth large.

But again, only the right arm holding the weapon remains an entity. Unilateral attack after disabling the attack. Surround the perimeter in a spiral, bypassing Grace greatly. Grace opened her eyes.

As the snake tightens its prey. A circularly expanded blade approached from around Grace. From directly above, which will be the only exit, the cutouts descend to be skewered.

Grace barely moved. Avoid only half a step through the cuttings coming down from the top to concentrate the struggle that has lifted all over your body, reinforcing the dark dress at night and dragon scale protective gear. Stop the entangling blade from the perimeter with your body, tangle and pull. The blade, which moved to return to the shape of the sword, devoured and the blood crushed.

I don't mean to. Isolde, who only materialized his arm, had been drawn towards Grace. From shoulder to tip - at that moment when the head materialized, there was Grace's face in front of Isolde.

"Nah -!?"

"- Heh, heh, haha. I finally caught it!

It wasn't the axe that swung through with the laughter, it was the palm bottom that wrapped up the struggle. The right palm bouncing from the diagonal bottom strikes out Isolde's jaw precisely. After a moment of delay, Isolde, whose whole body finally materializes, is blown over heavily.

Grace flies. With a laugh. To that impending voice, Isolde turned into fog and tried to avoid pursuit. but - I can't make it. It was quicker for Grace to stab Isolde with a short knife released from his nostrils.

It was a short-knife demonic prop - engraved with Lisa's legacy of sealing.

The ability to seal is transformation. A weapon that envisages Virginia and an opponent with the power of the same pedigree binds Isolde's abilities.

Isolde was struck out of the head the moment he materialized and was shaking his brain. It is a gap that can also be called a void of consciousness. It was what I really needed to tap into the sealing technique.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!?

A slaughter mixed with struggle and light magic easily rips Isolde's body apart. The left and right axes draw countless trajectories of light at ridiculous speeds - slashing and burning them out into fine dust from where they were touched.

Up, up, as light and flames dance and dance. When the flames and ashes scattered in all directions and Grace swung through the last flash... Later, there was nothing left.