Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"-Go. Beat the shit out of them."

When Tesdiros finishes forming his troops, he marches a ground unit that incorporates Gazer. It's like a gazer hiding between the Grand Trolls and the Grey Augs positioned in the center of the unit. This hides the Gazer from the enemy's eyes, as well as being responsible for his defense against the Gazer. Place the Shadow Ravens over that unit at a distance that won't be unnatural.

Marching them has not turned them into enemy movements. If we do well, we'll be able to keep Gazer on the line, pull the flying troops off the ground and ravage them with Grand Troll and Armor Lizard.

If enemy flight units collapse, the equilibrium on the front line should also lean this way, and it should be possible to attack the fort.

"If this goes well..."

"Oh. If the equilibrium breaks, I can push it out at once. The internal structure of the fort is often unknown… but it would greatly reduce resistance on the plains"

To the words of the deputy demon, Tesdiros nods. With Tesdiros, I was certainly amazed at the readiness of the enemy.

Starting with the chain of light tying the bellion dola, that fort with multiple simplified junctions, equipped to disrupt the demon's flying technique, unscathed and unscathed by an air bomb, still unknown in its entirety...... Or maybe I'm still prepared for something bizarre.

"But I didn't expect to get the demons thoroughly covered for shooting. Attackers are cautious at what time."

As the deputy said, Tesdiros distorted the edge of his mouth, stripping his fangs and laughing.

"This is a battlefield deposited by Lord Vallos. If the General, Lord Vallos, commanded that, I would also make criticisms from the idiots that they are weak, but I would hate them or be ridiculed, but there is nothing wrong with that. Then let's do it to make sure we win."

The reason why Tesdiros stayed on the battlefield side among the Awakening Demons is extremely simple. Because Tesdiros, as a human mercenary, falsifies his race and has experience of turning the battlefield upside down in the past.

There is no place more convenient than the battlefield to eat negative emotions. So it's not very unusual as a demon background, but among the awakening demons under the Vallos umbrella, Tesdiros had the most such experiences. I've been dating a demon since I was a deputy.

"I fight with the intention of becoming human to hide that I am a demon. We're just gonna do what we did back then this time."

"I see. You do remind me of the old days if you think so"

The battle itself... is a fairly discernible form. Because it will be a head-on clash that does not need to be concerned about ambushes, etc. in order to be able to look over the plains from each other's heights and move soldiers.

Then the only thing you can do with a strange preparation is to buy time.

There is no better soldier than King's Road than in ancient times. Tesdiros saw many battlefields and knew enough to say he didn't like it that it was not easy to mask the difference in numbers. Therefore the aggressor was steadfast.

From the ground, many soldiers move forward to the front line at once, blaming them uninterruptedly by replacing them with the middle guard, the rear guard, before draining them off with a fort attack.

The sky - it seems to have equipment that is incompatible with the demons, but if you keep your distance and press it in numbers, it shouldn't lead to the result that even if you disrupt your flying technique, you will be cut off the number of demons.

Let Shadow Ravens and others stand avant-garde, let the demons refrain from protruding and be thorough in supporting shooting. That way you will be full of dodging and defense with your enemy's elite flying unit, and you will not be able to turn to counterattack so easily. That reduces the loss of Shadow Raven troops and leads to continued numerical advantage.

The enemy's replacement personnel, the thickness of that layer worried me so I moved Gazer forward. Like alternating personnel with the ground forces on the front line, I let them disguise themselves by letting them move forward slowly. Almost there. They'll capture enemy flight units in range in a little while.

The sun goes down soon. The darkness of the night will be of little benefit to the enemy, even if they take sides with themselves, made up of demons and demons.

"If you cut off your flying unit, leave it to momentum and crush it!

"Ha."

To the command of Tesdiros, the decree answered.

"What about this?!?

Clash. Leveraging Sheila backwards and then away. If Gwendella throws an open umbrella at Sheila, it flies with a fast rotation.

Bounce back with a struggling pearl sword. Sparks scatter and umbrellas are bounced with horrible sharpness. but - the umbrella stayed in the air and circled around Sheila as if she had the will.

Sheila had nothing to do with it, she jumped left and right and broke through the umbrella siege, blinking all the time. Step into Gwendela in a hallucinating move.

Gwendella, who opposed him, couldn't help but chase him with his eyes, releasing countless narrowly squeezed air bombs at the approximate spot where Sheila was.

It's not a number of things for Sheila, such as linear ballistics.

But the bullet, which should have passed once, is reflected from the rear to the umbrella back into the space where Sheila is. Gwendela releases a gas bomb so that the reflector fills the uncontrolled space.

Even that Sheila dodged and showed it in a cursive motion.

But it's like you're dealing with one person, but you're pinched back and forth and being barricaded. It's not as easy to say Sheila.

The air bullets that plunder the flanks and shoulders engrave fine wounds - but Sheila, protected by blessings, does not see the effect of erosion by anger. But the wound is a hand wound. The slightest scratch, the longer it will sound.

Fighting slaughter flies in for Gwendella, as I say counterattack. Intercept it with distracted nails. For a moment. Sheila has been packing her time by sewing the moment the density of the air bomb diminishes just for the interception.

"That's fun! Fun!"

Gwendella laughs as she says she is glad to have been breached.

"I'm tired."

To Sheila's blurry response, Gwendela deepens her grin.

If the demon clenches his open fist - the umbrella that was in a remote place closes and yet returns to a straight line like a spear. It's an orbit that targets Sheila from the rear.

Even the spear-like blow that had flown in, Sheila was turning herself away to twist. The motion is directly connected with the motion to wave the pearl sword. Gwendella also avoids Sheila's slaughter as she rotates to dance, grabbing the flying umbrella pattern backwards, shaking it up to fit the other pearl seriously.

Two people moving like dancing and dancing. A spark of struggle and indignation flashes between Sheila and Gwendella.

upper and lower sections. Gwendela opens her umbrella and stops both simultaneously for a slaughter that pinches her from the left and right. The umbrella spins and plays the pearl sword. Without defying that flow, Sheila jumps to side turn and then quickly reflects back. Reward slaughter and spike again.

If Gwendella mixes air bombs with a nearby offense, Sheila strikes back with a thunderbolt. Turn yourself away from the air bomb and scatter thunderbolts with an umbrella.

Stepping into close range, it becomes a stormy exchange that is more intense than the distance.

But Sheila won't pull. If Gwendella backs down, I'll just step in for that. If you're going to use air bombs to suppress shooting from space to space, as Sheila always does, you can't be delusional and then cut in.

Gwendella now took the blow of slapping her two swords simultaneously, closing her umbrella. Shake it off to bounce with force, step in and see a series of spikes. I thought, I stepped in without even touching it, and turned to a slaughter like a shovel.

That - at the critical point Sheila dodged as she spun. My forehead is slightly severed. For stepping in, the time narrows.

Sheila, who immediately turned around, struck back. The tip of the pearl sword plundered Gwendela's flank - but this didn't even lead to a hand injury.

We don't get to tap into decision hitting as we reward each other with a special blow. In a 3D motion like dancing and dancing, the gaze of the two intersects.

Gwendela's movements are streamlined and ad hoc. You fight your moves in the main just like Sheila, but occasionally you use your powers to get into a strong force move.

An unlikely weapon, an umbrella that can also be operated remotely. There will certainly be a part where you can't grasp your own self, because of the special way in which you make mistakes and fight.

Distance without detachment. Attack enough to lose your life with one blink. In cutting it together, Sheila said.

"A little - I'm getting used to that move too"

"Kuku. Really, you're a fun kid!

Gwendella laughs. I don't think they insulted me. It actually outweighs me even if I show so much special movement and don't call it all intact. Accept that the word must be true.

I recognize Sheila as a strong enemy, and I am proud of the technology I have drilled. Enjoy the fight but abandon your guard and chronic mind and immerse yourself in the reward of slaughter with Sheila.

He pushes his strength as a demon, plays Sheila's slaughter, steps in and sees the poke. But there was a blow - in a direction that wasn't there.

A pearl sword wrapped around a swirl of water. The vortex of that water, with its fighting spirit, is one attack. Strengthens the power of slaughter, and if it touches the water vortex, it bounces off the attack along the stream.

Having seen it, Gwendella unfolds a wall of frustration. Instead of taking it with an umbrella, I flew backwards leaving myself to the momentum of the vortex and be flown by taking it with a shield.

That's exactly what Gwendella was after, too. If the enemy has cut a new hand, take a distance and re-compartmentalize it. And when the walls of temper were lifted. What Gwendella saw was Sheila waving the pearl seriousness of her right hand.

A pearl sword wrapped around a vortex - set aside to throw. The pearl sword off his hands flew in at a rate far exceeding Gwendella's imagination. A demonic stone embedded in the pattern ejected magical light to give it a fierce acceleration.

Gwendella avoided it almost exclusively on account of the speed that made it unstoppable in her eyes. At the same time another wave of pearl seriousness comes in.

A blow that should have swung - creeping like a snake. He drew a big arc and wrapped it around Gwendella's body.

Its identity is the adhesive thread that adheres to the pearl sword's violin, concealed with vortex and fighting spirit.

Originally, Grace used the moves. Distracted by Sheila's movement, which cuts in from the front at the same time as the speed of the projection - Gwendela's body was tangled up by a bunch of adhesive threads for each of its umbrellas.

"This is-!"

"Now!

Sheila stepped in with her fighting spirit. Gwendela glances at her stunned. but that's an invitation. The look of amazement turns into a grin.

As Gwendela circled her untied neck, the hat she was wearing was ejected as she rotated fast. Avoidance - not a distance in time.

Gwendela's ability. It is to manipulate like a creature by preempting oneself in the appliance, and strengthen even the cloth like steel.

This is not the same as halfway and pseudo-manipulation due to fighting. It allows free manipulation even of goods completely out of hand.

Naturally, everything that wraps around Gwendela is her weapon, her armor, and at the same time her servant. Umbrellas, hats, clothes, even shoes.

I roared and approached the hat - Sheila didn't avoid it. By wrapping a swirl of water around your whole body and fighting, you make it a wall proof, pushing through the shortest distance.

The hat is derailed and bounced backwards, even as he suffers a laceration caused by a hat wax on his flank. Successful slaughter accurately tore Gwendela's slightly exposed neck.

"Nah... why..."

With a decisive blow to his body, Gwendela growls in doubt as she groans. The defense was supposed to be perfect. With a scarf wrapped around his neck, he should have stopped the blow of the pearl sword by the vortex.

Even that was a feint. Gripping a pearl sword is a fake arm made of water.

The blow of fate was a struggling blow to an invisible short-knife, gripped in Sheila's right hand.

He scratched Gwendela's defense and passed a deadly slash through a slight gap. It is not a shallow wound enough to reduce bleeding and manage it.

To the feeling of running to the neck, Gwendela understands her defeat.

"... earlier slaughter to the flank. I couldn't even cut my clothes."

"Oh -"

Is the umbrella a real umbrella, or is it made out of exasperation?

The difference is important. Gwendella's ability to freely change the hue and texture of her temperament, if it is made out of temperament. In doing so, it would be a way of fighting that would mislead the attack into the landscape.

But Gwendella's movements, they don't.

Sheila saw fit to reinforce and manipulate the item because she couldn't get through the attack by slashing the umbrella movement and clothes.

The power to overwhelm Sheila that Gwendella showed at the point of need... the identity of which was manipulated by the clothes wrapped around her and multiplied her power.

So it would mean that Sheila stepped on them, broke through Gwendela's abilities, and broke through. Ripped off his neck, a tingling sensation runs Gwendella's body.

Very few areas are exposed to skin. He also had a scarf wrapped around his neck. That's why Sheila made it her biggest blow to make her use it.

"Again, you're an interesting kid -"

That's what Gwendella laughs at. Close your eyes and pull your strength out of your whole body.

And it falls to the ground. Before crashing to the ground, Gwendela disappeared as flowers scattered in the wind.

Berhein's army of created deceased.

By its very nature, it's nearly infinite regeneration. No soul dwelled there, but it was the ability it deserved to call itself an army of immortality.

Assuming that it has the ability to be connected to fine dust and only resuscitated. And the power of the distracted deceased is not the normal ratio of undead. Fly through the sky and be strong.

The most effective against the herd of the deceased is Belius' spitting hotline, which is highly destructive, or the ringing string of the Illumhilt, which has the effect of breaking - but that alone is not yet a decisive hit.

Belhein's way of fighting it is to fight late, or endurance.

Throw a coffin at Durahan's wielding sword and engage, but don't let him step in. He is in a method of warfare where he waits as he battles to crush the defensemen he has unleashed.

Those who should have repelled will quickly regenerate and join the line. Its pressure is not a ratio of force pushes due to simple quantities.

I don't have a problem with itching, even if it blows up, I still get up and keep attacking it uninterruptedly.

"Back off!

Ashley spawned a giant column of ice to blow the knight of the deceased across the white bone horse and himself across Lavine, driving vertically and horizontally. I say as I beat up the deceased with a mace.

Ashley and the others were feeling more pressure than they ever did when they fought the Tiers.

Pietro's divers line up and push themselves to stop the herd of the deceased, and Illumhilt's arrows sound acoustic to disrupt the control of the deceased.

There - the guardian beasts manipulated by the horizontal whistle of the seraphina devour them, throwing them backwards, and Mallane's manipulative saucers and the shield-expanded Lindblum bounce them off.

restraint than destruction. Keeping pushing it down to the back row over restraint will be the key. But there are limits to that, too.

"Master Marie wants to join us!

Understanding the rear predicament, Hervorte returns to the rear guard. In that case, Rosemary and Ignis and Maxwell will suppress Zaradi...

It was so much pressure that I couldn't even check your war situation. Fortunately, Hervorte, who jumped into the herd of the deceased in a struggle, strikes out.

That lowers the enemy's pressure slightly. With the addition of Hervorte, there were not enough hands, and there was marginal room to rebuild his posture.

"What's the matter with two people...?

Berhain laughs thinly. The sight is certain, you can't go wrong. Talk about the extra personnel in the back row just heading to the other one. Even temporarily warm.

But I can help them. A large magic circle unfolded from Claudia's feet, which closed her eyes and concentrated and enhanced her magic.

"If you can't take him down, you just have to leave."

"What!?

The stunned voice of Berhein. Wrapped in white light, about a third of the flock of deceased people who were pushing against the defensive position had disappeared from the spot and been able to lose it. Sort and fly what's within range, advanced metastatic magic.

"Many times... you can't use your hands."

Exhale loudly.

As for Claudia, I want to keep the metaphysical magic to evacuate my people urgently as a hand, and I can't overuse my powers to fall asleep under this circumstance.

If there is known to be metastatic magic, the opponent attempts to resist the magic. Claudia's metastatic magic only has the power to metastasize the subject with or without reference, but its willingness to resist makes it need extra power. So fly by accident, or if you want me to show you, hang up once.

"No need to spare me, I'll go without you!

"Yes, Princess!

I don't know if Berhain can bring back the deceased who were flown somewhere in the labyrinth to this place again.

But if you sharpen a third - enough to rebuild.

I can buy you time to call it back, and I won't let Berhein afford it anymore.

Magic circles unfold again from Claudia's feet. Circle at the tip of the ear as Hervorte responds, creating a transitional junction within the confined space.

It was Berhain who escaped Durahan's blade area and again tried to stick the coffin to the ground, but it did not come true. Because Hervorte, flying from behind, swept away Berhein's standing space to the brink. Hervorte is already flying elsewhere when he sees a physical assault.

"Continuous, metastatic magic......"

Berhein's expression distorts in amazement. I have to let him re-summon it. Durahan just comes in. You can't throw a coffin like you've done before, swing it around and push it close.

Because if you release the weapon from hand, you can't handle Hervolte repeating the short range transfer. The coffin, which is a huge weapon, must be used as a shield to limit the direction of attack.

A corrugated attack that keeps the sword and spear breathless. At the coffin, he took it with a shield of temper, and now Berhein becomes the defensive party. I don't give, like, a re-summons gap.

"All of you! The deceased! What are you doing!

The remaining deceased follow Berhain's voice to kill. But obviously, the pressure is dropping; the hole a third of the way through is huge. In addition, the very cold world created by Ashley and Lavine also blunts the tendon movement of the deceased.

"The deceased... the deceased. Yours is nothing but puppet play. Hervorte. Give me that move."

"As you say."

Hervorte nods as he flies around to see Berhein's gap repeatedly through the metastasis. Expand Magic Circle. It's like summoning.

"Warrior, warrior. Answer my call. My sword, be my spear and destroy me and your enemies."

A singing Hervolte voice sounds.

It's Valkyrie's ability to hold. From within the unfolded magic formation, the spirit bodies of the warriors dressed in blue and white flames are summoned to the spot.

"What... to?

Berhein's eyes open round. For the faces of the callers were familiar. It is the spirit of the victims that Berhain has fought to this day, took his life, and added to the herd of the dead.

That led to Berhain at once. Cut in at the same time as Durahan, and I'll be surrounded. It was Berhein's turn to be pushed in quantity.

"All of you, all of you!

Berhein wields a coffin with intense but fierce momentum. Hervorte says in a cold voice with that in his eyes.

"The dead... are not on your side or anything. This is how you wandered because you denigrate the flesh of the dead and denigrate their dignity. I only led it to this occasion and gave it the strength it needed."

Are you hearing that word or not? Berhein strikes down the spiritual body with his angry phase. But it was also a wasted footscratch. It is repelled and absorbed by the Great Sword into Durahan's body, which laughs like a tear.

Boom. The green flame rising from Durahan's body adds momentum and radiance. Durahan's crossing horse raises his groan and his neck echoes a laugh.

Berhain turns his gaze to the voice. And what I saw - was the sight of Durahan wrapped around a green flame all over his body turning to himself and just now coming in.

"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Durahan's horse, kicked in the void, runs like a shell. That speed is not what it has been. Faster than Berhein put up - every coffin sword swept away everything.

Berhein's expression distorted by amazement and fear. I was turned into a torso, and I still couldn't finish Berhein.

"All right, yeah, yeah!

The black liquid that was manipulating the deceased covers Berhain's body. Forced to reach defensive positions, roaring as they use, connect and reinforce their abilities to the bodies that go to the lost death. I opened my mouth wide, and at least concentrated my temper with a knife. There...

"Does your technique continue to work even if you lose consciousness?

With those words...

A giant ice-cold fell overhead. Ashley wrapped ice around the long mace over her head and waved it down as it grew rapidly.

Berhein becomes the underside of the ice, and the ice columns are crushed and scattered with the roar. Fragments that split and crumble.

Yes. You can't resist Durahan's power if you lose consciousness. From between the cracks of the ice cubes, a green flame erupted in abundance.

Thus the souls of the wandering dead called to Hervorte, as well as Berhain himself, who was mourning it.

And when he had gathered the souls of all the goods together with the flames, Durahan vanished into the void.