Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

At that moment when Zaradi and the others were distracted by the events behind them, Grace and Ignis, Sheila and Durahan, and Hervorte... the avant-gardes were cutting into the demons.

Grace storms toward Zaradi with a huge amount of fighting, but he can be stopped by Brenzel's sword of temper, which has cut it from side to side.

"There's nothing for you"

"Right. I... expect you to. Its enormous amount of struggle...... it really makes my mind jump"

Brenzel laughs at Grace's words.

Your gaze bumps into each other, set aside for a beat. The next moment. In a fierce momentum, a double axe and sword swung between the two at a rate that did not even retain a shadow, and countless sparks scattered.

If Grace can fly backwards to keep her surroundings out of it, Brenzel packs up only the minute she leaves. Take the blow of the torso giraffe with your sword, and the slash that comes swinging to crack your skull, with a shield of chi as you step in. Expand the sword from the empty palm and cut into Grace's shoulder.

That - Grace was bouncing away, concentrating an explosive struggle on her shoulder. In time too close to waving a weapon. Purple electricity burst from Grace's palm, bursting into Brenzel's abdomen as her swelling struggle pierced her. A moment sooner - a wall of temper is created.

Grace's palm bottom even smashes it, but Brenzel is flying big back and escaping Grace's attack.

Put aside your mistake, confront. At that timing - Grace threw Maxwell, who was on his back, at Ignis for a throw. Ignis is approaching himself. He only takes it.

"Give me your weapon... let go. I was hoping to see where you'd use that big axe."

"It's none of your business."

Grace sets up a double axe and Brenzel also sets up again to laugh.

That's how he aroused his temper from his whole body and began to spread it around him like a black mist. Dark clouds like creatures. I saw it. If Grace touches the neck ornament, the wind field wraps around her body. Because I don't know what nature the fog of temper possesses.

"I see. Correct response. But..."

That's how Brenzel's body, sticking head-on, dissolves into the fog like a shadow along the way and disappears. The next moment, a sword of anger descended from Grace's head. He plays with the left hand axe and waves the right hand axe, but the materialized Brenzel tries to fly back and scratches it out into the fog again.

Grace strikes down one slap after another from an unexpected direction with reflex nerves and motor skills far superior to those of a normal person.

Like Hervorte, in a limited space - is it a transfer that takes place from the fog to the fog with some density? Or are you, like a vampire, turning your own body into fog and repeating the materialization and transformation? I still don't know who I am, but it's no different that it's a nasty ability.

On the other hand, Ignis, Rosemary and Hervorte were on their way, as I also said in place of Grace, against Zaradi.

Ignis' hammer swinging vertically and horizontally. And the spear of Hervorte, which approached the shortest distance - Zaradi did not pull a single step, but gave him the cheerful scepter and body technique he had created while remaining on the spot.

The repeated attacks of Ignis and Hervorte - they don't hit, they don't hit.

Deviate, twist, or accept with minimal motion.

Ignis', once passing blow, spins every torso and approached it again from an unawares angle, but only when he knew it was coming, a small wall of annoyance was created, which inhibits the attack. It was released from the shadow of Ignis' body - even Rosemary's satellite bullet from the blind spot completely, avoiding it to deflect his face, leaving him out of sight and shifting the tip of Hervorte's spear with a scepter.

We will take countless impending attacks from all angles with minimal movement and optimal strength.

As he sews the gap between moments, slamming the tempered palm bottom into Ignis' chest armor and pushing it back, he tangles the protruding Hervorte spear with a scepter and tries to throw it off his head with a pyramid stone staircase so that he can make a back throw.

On the verge, Hervorte flips his body, kicks the stone steps and rises to the sky once. Ignis is taking Maxwell, thrown by Grace, with his free hand.

"I see...... I heard it was prediction..."

"I knew it, but it's too much trouble."

Hervorte says in a flat voice, Rosemary, positioned behind Ignis, frowns.

An interception of sophisticated movements, consisting of prediction and experience. They attack, and if they show any gaps, they fight back from there. It doesn't matter where your gaze turns.

"Hmm...... Is one a magician's puppet? Non... I'm not too sure about the attack. If you can't kill them off in one blow or get sticky, you might make them suffer a little longer... but I'm not resenting you, am I?

Zaradi turns to Rosemary and Hervorte, distracted by the palms he put forward, making sure to put a tin cane behind his hips.

Zaradi's word for not being confident is… that he has trained to make the most of his abilities after acknowledging that he has no firepower like any other demon. will demonstrate unparalleled strength in terms of technical warfare.

Rosemary understands exactly what it means, and sharpens her magic, even as she feels something flashing.

Sheila took the form of dealing with Gwendela. He steps into time as he disappears, cutting in and leaving only one blow to provoke Gwendella.

"Please wait. You want to play with me, don't you?

"Mm-hmm. I'll deal with as much as I want"

Gwendella was taking Sheila's first blow with a distracted sun umbrella.

Is that umbrella... special in material or a substitute created by Gwendella's ability? Take Sheila's striving pearl serious blow, but it's not scratched one.

At a slight distance from the dense battlefield, Sheila turns to Gwendela and sets up. Gwendella grins, stripping her fangs at Sheila's movements. But at that next moment, Gwendela was being showered with rain by arrows released from Illumhilt, far away. But...

"Too bad"

"Kuku, you're a fun kid. Fine. Let's play for you."

To Sheila's pungent voice, Gwendela shivers her shoulders with pleasure.

The flying arrows of light are taken by the reacted Gwendela umbrella. Even the magic arrows of Illumhilt, which scatter even the walls of temper, can't seem to pull out the defenses of Gwendela's umbrella.

And the rear guard following Berhein was the rear guard, which seemed pretty busy. With that sight in sight, Sheila turns to Gwendela - not just Illumhilt, but better not think of a method of warfare in anticipation of backup shooting. Gwendella grinned.

"Downpour."

From the center of the umbrella protruding over Gwendela's head - a ray of exasperation radiated straight up. It bursts over and pours down into a strip like countless rains. Widespread indiscriminate attacks. Gwendela herself is within range of the attack, but that attack is null and void on Gwendela, who is giving an umbrella.

Sheila avoided the bullet rain pouring to her left to the right and intercepted Gwendela loosely approaching through it. Gwendela wraps herself around her nails and beckons at the shovel. Avoid the slaughter while exposing yourself to rain. The pouring rain is taken by shield, inverted and stormed. Cut as you go.

Durahan cut into the remaining Berhain.

It was - like a giant coffin - that took Durahan's sword. There is a black chain connected to the coffin, and the chain is held in Berhain's hand. All created by Berhein.

Make sure you wield it with centrifugal force and hit each other with the Great Sword while taking a certain distance. The blow of the coffin, consisting of tremendous weight and strength, is not enough to strike a proper match with Durahan's sword... Berhain flies wide back and escapes once outside Durahan's interval. And place the coffin on the spot so that it can be launched to the ground. Ahead of that gaze - Ashley, Mallane, Claudia and the rest of the guards.

"This one doesn't have the right number of heads... Just a little... Let's get it on with my abilities."

Have you seen the robustness of Ashley and Lavine's unfolding defenses in the rear, Berhein says quietly.

If the lid on the coffin opens - something like black liquid flows out of it. The liquid flourished and transformed into decaying skeletons and herds of deceased people.

Clothes and equipment are urban, with some dressed as knights and soldiers and others as bandits, pirates and adventurers. Not all humans. Horses, raptors, and large carnivore wrecks. phantom beast, demonic wreckage that can't tell what the original was...... varied.

Black liquid falling from the bodies of the deceased creates yet another deceased. That number will increase in no time. The Berhein body is already dangling the coffin, with an untouched view of the forming armies.

Notably, the skeletons and the deceased will still be distracted. The crowd of distracted deceased floated in hollow so that the demons could do so.

"... that's what you're capable of."

Claudia frowned uncomfortably.

Ability of Berhein. It's about taking in the remains of the person you killed and serving as a legion of deceased people. It's, in other words, a mind-blowing necromancy.

"How awful..."

Expanding the defensive field, Ashley expanding the ice realm wields the wear, making Mallane look harsh. Belius and Pietro, who stood up to protect the rear guard, and Lindblum, who protected the overhead of the position, also uncomfortably stripped their fangs.

"I have nothing to show you. Because the wreckage doesn't feel any itching."

with that word of Berhain. Durahan and a herd of dead men arrived at the guards, mainly Ashley and the others.

Slash and discard the deceased Durahan has penetrated. But the soul is not there. All I have is a vessel.

Berhein's temper is pouring into the vessel and moving. So what Durahan can take, it doesn't exist there. When Durahan confirmed it, he cut into the Berhain body as he blinked a dark green flame behind the visor.

Barrage from defensive positions. I'm sure you don't feel itchy. The moment the deceased stepped into the defensive field as they exposed themselves to the barrage...

A moment later he was trapped in an ice cage and tangled up in Claudia's shadow tsu. Later, the late arrivals. A blast of flames emanates from the mouth of the hanging Belius, and all the deceased who sealed their movements, blow their bodies like tree cuts. Lindblum bounced off the approaching deceased by stitching the gap between Belius' blows with his assault shield, and the magic prop provided on his leg - the crystal spear stretched. Skewer and throw away the deceased.

But the impatience that leaks out of his body connects the damaged deceased's body and causes him to rise again.

Around that time - on the ground.

"... that's stubborn resistance. Sure, they definitely seem to kill a lot of troops... more! Barrage more support! Let it drain and crush!

Tesdiros, the last of the Awakening Demons to keep command of the troops on the ground, was wrapping his inner tongue around the movements of the enemy forces.

This one wins by number. If you push it out completely and hit the enemy firmly, it's supposed to be a battle for Kata. But I don't know how, but I can't push it off.

Too close to that ship or fort, it disrupts control of the flying technique. So around them, the demons left the avant-garde to reduce the damage to the demons, and the demons went into the tactic of backup shooting.

I have blessings, so the air bomb is not the deciding factor, and I can't break the offense. I can see that. The enemy forces appear to be elite and sharp, retaining the will not to use half-attacks as objects.

Among other things - from what I've seen, it seems that it's the head of the flying unit who stands out in strength, the ice knight across the hippoglyph, or some knight around it, and then three children and one woman who make special moves, even challenging the demons to aerial warfare, even though they're not knights.

Unlike earlier, part of the air force started attacking the ground.

But...... you can't cut it off because you have a prominent enemy general? No. Different numbers. Even if protruding individuals were there, they shouldn't be able to get around. Soon he will be able to wear out, exhaust, and mislead and crush his hands.

Make it big magic, yeah, you can't shoot it over and over again. The interval between support shelling is now definitely increasing, and the scale itself is falling. Air bombs are not a determinant, but there must be injuries on the enemy. I'm pushing for sure.

So why? Looking beyond the rear - eventually, for that reason, Tesdiros realized. Later in the fort, alternate personnel flew out into the sky, unable to kill and cut off the number of flying battles.

So I can't move the front to win by number. I can't push.

I'm misreading the number of troops to withhold inside the fort, is that what you mean? Even a healing magic unit with advanced arms refrain? Or is there something special about this unimaginable, unimaginable thing, as Beriondora was able to create more demons than he assumed from his accumulated magic powers? For example - metastasis?

If it made it look like it was being pushed in numbers, and its fruit, glued the battlefield, and shredded the number of demons -.

The root of Tesdiros' eyebrows comes by. Gazer is a valuable force - but we have no choice but to put it in here. First of all, it is crucial to ensure that the number of enemy flying units is reduced.

By accompanying Shadow Raven, hiding behind the shadow of a large demon and marching with the ground forces, he puts the troops intercepting Gazer at further risk.

Assuming you overlook Gazer and the flying unit falls for it. So definitely hold your breath, and if not, blur out the anti-gazer unit, smash it with the demons, and inflict a painful beating on the flying unit, mainly the remaining gazers.

When Tesdiros so summarily executed, he flew instructions to the entire army.