Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

tremendous defensive ability, Rosemary exclaimed.

Zaradi will not tolerate one scratch against Ignis and Hervorte, and Rosemary, who will carry out a cover fire. Avoid it with minimal movement and roll out a precise counterattack from it without overlooking only the moments from which it is possible to fight back. Hervorte is also suffering from hand injuries, and Ignis has eaten many attacks. When it comes to air bombs to myself, they are outdone with various sorts of magic items such as burst light and satellite bullets, but that also lasts until what time.

Probably won't get any teeth where Rosemary stuffed the time. The medicine packed in the magic bag should also detect and deal with the danger before it can detect who it is.

But... Hervorte and Ignis are bounced back at the same time. Zaradi doesn't go deep. Rosemary was sprayed extensively with gaseous drugs.

"Hervorte. Everyone's in."

Both Rosemary and Hervorte noticed. A posterior anomaly. The ability of that demon named Berhein is troublesome. I have a little more manpower.

"You are..."

"No problem. Leave him to us. I'm worried about the rear. I'd be more misjudged if I were in a hurry."

"Okay."

Hervorte nods quietly and leaves the spot.

"Whether it's an English break or water on a burning stone with a Berhein opponent. From here on out, the Lord and the doll, and then, with the magical creature of the axe, you think you're dealing with the devil?

"... you noticed"

"Regardless."

Seen with Zaradi's three eyes, Rosemary laughs thinly as she sweats cold. Maxwell floated into space as Ignis let go of his hand from the axe.

"I'm not insulting you for reducing the number of people. I sent Hervorte over there because... it means something else because I don't have enough hands in the back."

- My name is Maxwell.

Maxwell floats a little behind Ignis when he names him.

"Not yet - I'm not used to it. There are moves you can't use even if you have too many friends."

Say so. Ignis and Maxwell ran into Zaradi.

- Almost there. Almost there Gazer captures enemy flight units in range. Tesdiros laughed lightly at the sight of the result in his brain.

That's when. There are countless shadows that have jumped from above the fort. A stone monster with wings on his back, looking like a demon.

"Is that... gargoyle!?

The deputy who saw it screamed. Tesdiros also rounds his eyes to the newcomer who appears over the enemy fort.

Flying stone monster. Its nature of not accepting the evil eye of gold bondage can be described as the worst match with Gazer.

Besides, Gargoyle isn't the only one who jumped out of the fort.

Somehow, the figure of a knight dressed in silver armor polished to such an extent that the landscape is likely to reflect, such as a dragon man who accumulated a white jaw.

A knight dressed in mirror armor lines up in the air to stand in front of an old dragonman. The dragonman points straight ahead, as he points to where Gargoyle is going. In response, the Gargoyles came straight to the Gazers.

"I'm grabbing Gazer's position!? Shit! Protect Gazer! Don't let the gargoyles near you!

Tesdiros sounds loud. I'm pretty sure the enemy has hit his hand as he put Gazer forward. Did you not react to anything so far to attract enough gazers?

That's not all. From a ship floating in the sky, from a fort. Teardrop-shaped flying objects popped up one after the other. Not to the knowledge of the demons, but it is a restoration and modification of an ancient flying golem called the Tiers.

Gazer reduces the damage and carries the battle to its advantage, so we must protect it from demons and demons alike. But - where the demon and Shadow Raven came forward, the anomaly came from their feet. A crystalline spear jumped right under him and stabbed Gazer through it. Twice, three times, in a row, the spears stab and pierce only the gazer that was at the center of the unit.

"What!?

Assault from underground. Flying ships also step forward to match the demons who came forward to stop the gargoyle. The demons' flying skills have been disrupted. There, a gargoyle hits me.

And - as I say it folds up. The anomaly also happened behind them.

Tesdiros and his deputy are not the only demons who looked back unexpectedly. Clear warfare and hostility came from the rear. There's no way you can miss it, even though it's a battlefield where all sorts of thoughts and emotions fly. He just showed up.

The only thing spreading in the rear was the calm sea, which should have been. Its sea level unnaturally thrives.

"Stupid! Ambush from the sea?

Tesdiros' expression stains with amazement. An exuberant sea level pushes me straight to shore. It looks like a giant water dragon.

From the entrance to the labyrinth of Termwilds to the stone tablet made at the bottom of the sea. Reinforcements due to metastases. Sea erosion to land by mermaid queens and water guards.

At the bottom of the ocean, I don't know who's causing it or how. But Tesdiros understood why he built a fort in this place and why he tied Belliondora to this place. But I'm losing everything late.

"Back off! Back up to Belliondora! Retreat! Retreat!

Tesdiroth that crieth out: but how far was the command passed down in the battlefield, and how many could carry it out?

It didn't take long. Unnatural water movements, like the coastline moving intact and eroding into a plain that is a battlefield. The ocean under my eyes stained with blood here and there when I quickly wondered if I had reached the water level enough to swallow the Armor Lizards.

In the water - Tesdiros saw something. A water dragon that can follow countless half-fishers.

Both Armor Lizard and Hound Night. Even Grand Troll and Gray Auga, which are only soaked in water about the depth of their bellies, can't resist them.

That's right. If a demon living in the water has an ashore creature that can be drawn into the water to confront it, it is nothing more than an indisputable monster. Not to mention being pushed in numbers.

The gazers fled to the sky - but not if they said it was safe there. Gargoyle, who has arrived, is blind to other demons and is stubbornly targeting only Gazer.

Shadow Raven, who tried to crack and enter, is dropped pierced one after the other by something like a crystal spear that jumped out of the bottom of the water. A large vortex winds up from the water and shadow ravens are involved. Even the demons would be sorry if they fell into the water. Not to mention being disrupted by flying techniques.

A new flight unit from the fort - the Knights of the Kingdom of Verdogal - continues to emerge, as do the flying ships. A brilliant wolf-like light broke out and Gazer, who tried to pack his time forcefully, was chewed up one after the other.

The enemy has now launched into the offensive. The antagonism between the air forces is about to collapse.

And... any ground troops with any combined wealth drinking in the water is more serious.

The number of demons in Belliondola's possession was considerable. I don't know what size they were assuming. But it was obviously because we felt we would beat them in numbers that we invited them to wear out while damaging them with a positive attack method. That's why there are so many demons unfolding on the ground...

"So... I bought some time with odd measures that couldn't be decision hitting and waited until my troops were fully deployed...!?

The absence of Vallos and others from the battlefield is also irrelevant.

If humans had exercised all the measures from the beginning, the premise would have collapsed without refusal, a development in which Vallos, Mustra, and Tesdiros and other Awakening Demons would come forward on the battlefield. In that case, after that, a riot using everything that exists on the plain. It will be a sharpening from the front. The enemy hated it.

A trap set on the battlefield. The nature of the demons who hate weak hips. The desire to avoid the depletion of high-ranking demons and awakening demons. That the purpose of the Alliance Lord's Resurrection is withheld. And... a battlefield without a high-ranking demon, because it has a purpose.

The enemy - grasped all of this, sewed Bellion Dora, and directed the battlefield. And I've set it up at this moment. I don't like the damage done to the battle.

Tesdiros is dismayed by the fact. Songs. Disturbing tones that fuel the demons' confusion and annoyance echo the battlefield. What is this? Demons who are supposed to prefer to fight are crushing in fear. Tesdiros was feeling the shadow coming in his own mind as well.

"Retreat! Retreat!!

- You can't win. He's shaking his morale by magical means at the same time as he's on the offense.

I had to figure out how to get the fort to Belliondola, not how to attack Termwilds at the earliest, but as soon as possible, having one or more soldiers pull up and outrun the Vallos until they returned.

"Ha ha!

with a resounding laugh.

Countless attacks descend from here and there onto Grace. Brenzel cutting in from the right. Simultaneous downpours from overhead. Play, scatter, take, and behold a counterattack against the demon who appeared out of the mist.

Sometimes I just preferred to dress as a knight, and Brenzel was also a considerable in melee combat. Skill enough to cut from the front with Grace. And it has reflex nerves. In addition, the unknown special abilities of the subject. I was seen mobilizing all of them and enjoying fighting Grace.

I enjoy it. But I'm not playing. Being the person you can't go and kill for sure.

Brenzel is happy with that fact. He said it was a tremendous prey.

Instant demon shadow. He melted into the fog to fade, wondering if he had cut in from the front, and disappeared, leaving for a short while to appear, stepping in from the left. Take it with an axe and reward the slaughter with sparks scattered.

A head-on melee, if you think it's an ambush. An ambush to make you think so. To Brenzel, who flew behind him to gain momentum from the blow of an axe to strike him off, Grace stuffs and cuts in time with fierce momentum - but no longer responds to his faded body.

Grace jumps back feeling the chills. A crossfire of air bombs from all directions passes through the space where Grace was on the verge.

"Let's go - let's go. Row -"

Brenzel's voice can be heard overlapping from here and there. I can't identify the direction of my voice.

In a fog as dark as a creature, Grace raised her fighting spirit so that she could cope whenever and wherever Brenzel had set her up while putting up a double axe. Black fog is probably just similar in appearance to fog. I can't blow it away even if I wind up wind pressure with an axe. Just follow Brenzel's will.

Then what? Remember, Grace tells herself. What way was Theodore fighting? What way everyone has fought. Even if you can't imitate them, you can make them live.

"More... Wider..."

It's - it's close to the use of omnidirectional shields that Theodore sometimes does. It wraps the fighting around the body thinly and widely, reacting slightly but quickly to the objects it touches.

That's how I felt behind my own oblique, shaky signs.

"There!

Strike the fighting axe without hesitation. He took the slaughter with his tempered sword, and the noise sounded like a clatter, and a spark scattered.

The look on Brenzel's face like a surprise. It's the first form Grace has taken in the lead since Brenzel exercised that ability.

Brenzel's expression distorts into joy and Grace steps in. The fierce momentum wielded a twin axe and an angry sword. Slash and slaughter.

Dancing like a storm, crushing rows of columns standing in the lower part of the Moonlight Temple. A crack runs as if Grace's sword can't stand the pressure of slaughter.

Faster than collapse. Brenzel wipes his temper sword off hand, dives into the slaughter and packs his time to Grace. If you look at your belly with a penetrating hand wrapped around your temper, Grace also takes the axe away from your hand without straying, and responds with a fist wrapped around your struggle. Half-hearted, he deviates his penetrating hand in a struggle, and beckons Brenzel with a back fist that steps in and punches him down from his head. With his empty arm, Brenzel took it, but a huge crack ran into the cobblestone.

Impact and heavy pressure. Blunt pain like a groan. If you spit a gas bomb out of your mouth from close range just to fight back, Grace, who concentrated his fighting on his arm, bounced it off as hard as he could, bursting it to explode his fighting in front of you. I was pushed out of my moves by force moves. Brenzel's body, which opens its eyes to that fact, was pushed backwards by a blast, opening the time to wave his weapon. Grace steps in by squeezing the axe. Give me that.

The blow of the torso giraffe was vain and empty. Brenzel's body disappeared to melt.

"... the smell of blood disappears. If so, it is not transformed into fog. It doesn't seem like it's simply metastasizing…"

Grace frowned with her axe up.

It's not like the ability to transform. Brenzel's body fades into the moment it disappears to leave a lingering aftertaste, a moment when it appears.

Except for his transformation as a demon, however, the shape of the body itself was constant. The smell of blood didn't fade, whether it was fog or fog, when we fought the vampires, but in Brenzel's case, even that can disappear.

It's similar to metastatic magic, but it's not. The time between Brenzel's disappearance and his appearance is not right. A time lag between disappearing and appearing is definitely present.

If it's neither, what the hell is it? There was one thing close to who it was, Grace had an idea.

Brenzel's voice rang from somewhere.

"Let's admit it. You have more body and strength than I do. You can't win a decent fight. That's why I pay tribute to that drill that goes beyond us. From now on, infuse yourself with all your spirits, all your abilities, and I will kill you!

Pushing killer. Air bombs loom from all directions. If Grace moves to see the angle of being shot into the area of struggle and dance, the black mist covering the perimeter will also follow it.

Front, rear, top, bottom, left, right. If it's in the black fog, the air bombs fly in from anywhere. Avoid, play, jump and turn. Grace jumps out of it with a fierce, shell-like momentum, but the siege of black fog cannot be broken. Of the black mist that comes after me - Grace, who sees the movement, stops her legs in the air and focuses her struggle on her right hand.

Grace didn't avoid the flares that would be fired. One of the shots was identified as the thread of a counterattack, and the moment the air bomb materialized, it slammed a fighting shell all over the counter.

Blood shines from Grace's shoulder mouth, and instead Brenzel materializes out of the fog as he raises white smoke from his left arm.

"Do it, don't!

"Your ability is to create another space. And to create doors and windows where the fog is dense."

In short, Grace inferred that Rosemary's ability was close to the magic bag he had. But it's a little bigger. If Rosemary's is a magic bag, should Brenzel's be a magic room?

You can attack through windows from within, or you can enter and exit freely through doors. But if you can attack me, you can fight back. Grace showed it in practice.

Brentzel laughs when she's seen her abilities. The fog just gathered when there was no point in disguising the earliest abilities, creating an object like a black hole in front of Brenzel. The black mist also remains panned around Grace. But the "window" isn't open yet. Unattackable positions against each other. Distance.

Keep it up. Two moves stop so you can figure out how to get them out.

We were facing each other for a while, but it was Grace who moved first. Leaps wide to the side. Follow the move so that the black fog fits.

If Brenzel slashes and air bombs toward the black hole in front of him, a "window" opens out of the fog that unfolds around Grace, expanding an attack where swords and bullets jump across space.

Grace flies to the right and to the left as he senses the slaughter and barrage in a wrapped struggle, turning himself around and paying with an axe. Brenzel flies to keep a certain distance. The fog also accompanies Grace's fierce speed.

It's a sharpening of mental and concentration. Grace slashes from all directions as she jumps around and follows the Brenzel body.

Brenzel follows that move while controlling his abilities, creating a "window" from Grace to attack in a difficult position to fight back.

Seems like a one-sided attack while keeping your distance, which isn't actually the case.

More than understood in nature, if you miscontrol it, you allow it to strike back.

And that blow of Grace is so destructive that you can even try the demons and call it a special.

Running "behind the door," as before, would not be a slaughter, but a fighting shell would fly.

Not even someone sweet enough to miss out on the foggy areas. Moving around a large range is also to make the fog move easier to see.

So straight from the top, the figure remained present and shaved to sharpen the focus.

Just antagonizing, if either attack strikes decently, the scale tilts at once and never returns.

Spread countless sparks in the fog, sharpening spirits to take each other's lives, and.

"Knock."

Slightly missed a blow to the feet, or Grace blows off dressed to slip through the surface with the fierce momentum intact. Strike the axe into the ground so as to kill momentum. A black fog arrived from all directions and followed Grace's move just as he had to miss Grace's sudden braking.

Grace stops moving and countless "windows" open. Between Grace and Brenzel and.

"Eat it!

If you let Brenzel shoot you off like he was distracted by both arms. Countless bullets are released from the "window". Explosive fighting builds from Grace's body.

I don't mind if I defend myself. As it was, all I had to do was push it off, and Brenzel tried to expose it to a nasty bullet - that's when.

At the foot of Brenzel, who was supposed to have kept his time, there was a blast.

Stone shards wrapped around a tremendous amount of fighting. Slap Brenzel's body like a shotgun and launch it into space.

As Grace shook up the axe, the struggle burst into the ground.

Head of the Knights of the Kingdom of Verdogal. One of Mildred's martial arts.

"Whoa, whoa!

Brenzel saw. Fighting - not just. Dampiera's daughter's clothes are also enchanted.

The curtain of thin light is magical armor, the glow of protection. So by surpassing the air bomb, he turned to counterattack by not turning the fighting into defense, but by punching it into the ground and releasing it to blow up.

I understand the logic. But it's not intact. It's a sore division, a re-division.

In torrid pain and dazzling scenery, Brenzel tries to create a door to outrun the scene.

Grace has already rebuilt herself and is set to rush towards Brenzel. So I created a door behind my back and tried to back down.

But.

Attracted. Chains entangled in ankles, struggling. Upcoming Grace.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

With the temper of tearing, Brenzel creates a sword of temper to intercept it. If you get caught, you won't get away with it. Windows and doors are incapable of closing when there are foreign objects in between.

Crossing of slashing and slashing. Leaves a residual light of struggle and indignation, rolling more and more onto the ground.

Every sword was broken down. I did feel the blade of struggle creeping through my body.

Grace - while exhaling roughly - stood only on her own feet to support the axe pattern head, looking down at herself.

Dampiera's daughter who slashed herself. Red eyes looking down. Red of blood that conveys its cheeks. Falling moonlight and instant starry sky. The figure of a spiritual tree that expands its branches.

A sight that doesn't seem like the depths of the labyrinth. Brenzel felt everything was beautiful.

"- Oh. This... isn't bad, is it?"

Towards the moon depicting a true circle, Brenzel reaches out and closes his eyes. And yet his own abilities, his body collapses and scatters like a black mist.

Grace dropped him off at the scatter, then closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

The looming knight doll and the floating axe. But Zaradi doesn't do anything to insult the doll or the magical creature.

It's a demon killer who's been waiting for all that preparation. I've taken it backwards after knowing what I'm capable of.

Then how prepared will you be to intercept yourself when you relate directly?

I'm interested there. Doll or this axe? Or the daughter of a magician who refrains from going backwards. If any of them are in control of the measures, I would also like to see them.

- The anomaly was immediately discovered by Zaradi.

When he tried to turn Ignis' attack into a counterattack. Zaradi's third eye captured the omen. The feeling of letting you know of a crisis that runs tiny. That number, not one or two. It's good to say it's countless.

"This is - Huh!?

Create an air wall and fly big back. But nothing comes. The attacker is no different than earlier. It's dolls and axes that come packed in time. Take a certain distance, mage. Nothing has changed from earlier, it should have.

Off the doll's gavel, turning to counterattack - I can't do it. Only a sign that makes you feel like you're dead is imminent with an infinite blade.

Zaradi was on the defensive side before Ignis and Rosemary made contact, even though the number of heads playing the opponent declined. Expand the Qi wall. But nothing comes. I can't predict.

Trying to deal with Ignis coming in from another angle. Dealing with Ignis turns to the rear without breaking through the many dangerous signs that interrupt on the brink of it. They create a reflexively airtight wall elsewhere in an attempt to receive Rosemary's emitted light bullets, and they take you because normally flying bombs are less dangerous.

In that incredible offense Zaradi circles his thoughts, strips his fangs and laughs.

"Right - right! Have you left it to chance, not will, to launch an attack or not!

Open your eyes and laugh. The gaze is directed at the axe that charges behind the doll.

Rosemary's expression doesn't work. But that presumption was true.

Follow random numbers, angle of attack, type of slash, and what time to roll it out. entrust all of them to a combined control procedure formula.

Not the best hand, not the bad hand. But only power is special. Put it behind the avant-garde as you prepare to fire it out. Dimensions are that only the number of attempts made in the probability is followed by the slaughter of information felt only by those with predictive abilities.

No one knows what time the blow from the axe will roll out. Just being there disrupts the prediction with no hands at all and deprives Zahradi of his freedom of movement. Human beings can't. A magical creature but a late tactic.

So the name of Theodore's named axe is Maxwell. An axe bearing the name of a scholar in Jingjiu's world, who created a demon that turned information into power -.

"That's not something to think about...!

Zaradi takes his abilities completely backwards, turning his praise to the person who made this axe.

You didn't come messing with your predictions while Hervorte was there because you assumed that you would put this axe on one of the avant-gardes? Or because I wanted to drain Zaradi's power or watch her move before I could use this ability?

Anyway, when it comes to countless slaughters by information, it has to be an angle that doesn't involve your people any more than an attack could actually be launched. Perhaps Zaradi circles her thoughts that the first daughter of the dampiera who tried to turn to herself was supposed to do her opponent.

He meets with Ignis for a few rounds with a joyous look, and reflexively creates a number of Qi walls to blow Ignis' attack unbreakably. Zaradi laughed as she immediately rebuilt her posture.

"Ku, ku. Even though my head knows it, I can't get rid of the habits that have stained me for years. Then we have an idea."

Zaradi's, forehead eyes are closing. Instead, my temper erupted from my body. Block extra information by sealing your predictive abilities yourself. Respond with your own combat experience, intelligence, and abilities as a demon.

Coming, he said. Rosemary thought. It sealed Zaradi's special abilities and pulled him out to the same battlefield. Speaking of greed, I wanted to sharpen it a little before Zaradi figured out who I was. That's why we fought with Hervorte at first. I don't know how much that spirit has shattered my temper.

In any case, the real battle starts here. The prediction is contained by Maxwell. It would only react to Ignis, Rosemary, and Maxwell's, visibly real offense.

"I'm coming...!

"Coming but good, little girl!

Unleash the magic that was kept warm. A few magic raves float around the rosemary.

There were also several pieces of anger floating around Zaradi. Attack the control power you were using to defend yourself.

Shake the scepter endlessly to cut with Ignis while shooting at each other with Rosemary's magical projectiles, light bullets, and satellite bullets.

Don't forget to turn your consciousness to Maxwell, who refrains behind it. Predictive power is sealed, but it's because it's true that Maxwell has even built up magic to make a special blow.

When the actual blow takes place from there - I guess it will be something beyond Zaradi's imagination. They're firing shots of restraint at you, too, but every swing Maxwell just dodges and the key attack doesn't come out.

"Not yet -!"

Zaradi's abilities also stand out in drilled combat techniques and control capabilities.

I don't pull a step against Rosemary and Ignis, and I stand around without even removing consciousness from Maxwell for a moment.

Ability to control and focus, polished to take advantage of high precision predictive capabilities. Its somatology, which completed the martial arts of Halvaronis. The way you fight is similar to that of the boy you know of Rosemary or to the movement of Forceto. The figure. Rosemary, as a magician, had somewhere close to praise and aspiration for drilling and exceptional control, which he had yet to shake, abandoning himself his greatest weapon, predictive ability.

Zaradi's fist is gripped even as he deviates from Ignis' gavel and avoids hook claws wielded at the angle of an unlikely joint in man.

The impending air bombs on Rosemary split and scattered on all sides.

It has changed from an air bomb to a property that should also be called an air blade. Respond while avoiding slaughter passing right next to your body. If Zaradi pulls, he packs that portion, and if Zaradi pushes, he pulls that portion, and the knight doll and his lord dance with the old devil.

Hammers and sceptres, magic and air bombs stagger and scatter sparks, exploding here and there.

Anomalous noise from the body of Ignis who received the palm bottom. Zaradi's ability to attack, though low, has shielded him many times, bringing his limits to a close. We have to set up a battle.

But it was Zaradi who set me up first. If you destroy the knight doll, this situation can also collapse. I felt at the time of the battle like I was in control of the lead.

"Smash and scatter, but good!

I concentrate on Zaradi's scepter. The biggest attack in the bills you can hold. Maxwell and Rosemary are also shooting off air bombs.

Rosemary roared even as he shot the air bomb off with a bomb.

"Maxwellup!"

to respond to that voice. Maxwell, who was moving with the current spark scattered, moved.

Maxwell's attack - can also trigger avant-garde signals. An accelerated slaughter by electromagnetic forces ripped the air bomb apart without hesitation and was ejected into Zaradi at an unstoppable rate in the literal eye.

Zaradi showed it avoiding just the inquisition backed by experience. Pretending to go set up a fight. He pulled out Maxwell's attack by showing him only to destroy the knight doll, concentrating on defense and evasion.

I got my shoulder cut off, but it's shallow. It doesn't lead to fatal injuries. Maxwell, who was shot off in a fierce momentum, is far away. There is time before you come back.

Crush the doll by then, and take control of the sorcerer's daughter -!

So Zaradi saw. A thread of magic connects to Ignis' body from Rosemary's fingertips. Magic flowing into Ignis' body. Increasing pressure.

I open my third eye and look ahead to Ignis' movements. Swinging down the hanging. If you avoid a blow, and even match a counterattack, you can crush the armor and damage the internal mechanism -!

Avoid Ignis' battle hammer with one piece of skin and try to tap a crutch blow into the chest armor.

A blade of information pops out of the body of a knight doll that seems innumerable. Ignis is not acting autonomously right now. under the control of Rosemary's surgical formula. So we send random numbers of surgical formulas onto the manipulative thread - covering up and hiding the attack of fate.

"What a waste!"

I won't stop attacking. If you have a chance to move, and you are deciding not to move, you are faster in the attack. Punch the attack into the chest armor, at that moment of crushing.

The dazzling white light and loud acoustics that stuck my ears burst.

Alfred's created acoustic flashing device built into Ignis' lower back. Equipment mounted on Ignis but independent of Ignis' own mechanism. It can only be activated when direct Rosemary control is in place.

I would have dealt with it if it were Zaradi even if I used it normally. But if at that moment you are disrupting the certainty of predictive information. The only thing I can count on is the original five senses. That's why Zaradi tried to figure out what was coming and got it decent.

No sight, no hearing, no sight, no hearing. But only the ability to predict lives.

A sign of bloated death there. Countless blades of information. Maxwell, far rearward and exalted with magic, is ready to carry out the slaughter.

"Ugh!

Like I said I'd try to crush all the possibilities. Zaradi creates a number of Qi walls. But - like scratching it, Rosemary's slashing of the unleashed magic thread was ripping its neck off.