Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

That's when the Colossus started moving.

"We're ready too!

"Mm-hmm. We're rolling out right now!

They're ready for the junction. When Forceto speaks up, Old Siegmund answers away.

When the two of them timed to roll out the Magic Circle, a junction was developed to prevent attacks from underground.

It's not for demons, it's for demons.

"We'll kick the demon ahead!

"Ha!"

There's no use at the bottom of the moat if you're done connecting. Overhead, he was in the middle of a battle, but jumped out of the moat all at once, moving with ballistics that would wrap Valor around his body.

He sprays sandworm backup shelling and blows up impending demons with a blow from Uroboros. With repeated shield-to-shield reflexes, if you are fortunate enough to strike down the surrounding demons, Forceto and Old Siegmund, Corliss, will pop up late from the bottom of the moat.

Corliss, wrapped in crystalline armor, becomes Siegmund's old shield, showing his face while at the same time witnessing sniping by crystal bullets and spears. You were targeting me with the smell, and I was knocked in with different dimensions by the demons that were still around me. Old Siegmund entered the defensive position without being targeted by anything, and Forceto flew further up to rendezvous with the Zions.

"Theo!"

Grace calls out. Glance intersects Grace in the sky.

Nod and answer.

"Ahhh! We'll crush Colossus and Ravah Serpent!

"Now take the Sirius to the front!

Princess Stephania's words echo in her voice tube.

Anyone who can move in a party member turns to the fence. The Sirius shall be placed on the front line in place of an impromptu defensive position. It's not the Royal Castle of Bellion Dora, but if this one turns to attack, the Sirius can act as a base.

"I'll take care of the ceremony."

"Yeah. Let's get started."

Claudia nodded at Hervorte's words and unfolded the magic circle. The metastatic junction for Hervorte widens.

For the Sirius and the party members to step forward, fill the battle hole. There will be demonic attacks on us out front, and some attacks on the rear guards will be so mitigated.

"I'm coming."

When it shows up, it disappears. Hervorte pierces the demon one after the other and shreds its head count.

"Are you ready!?

"This one's fine!

"Okay, I'm coming! Alpha, please!

An alpha roar echoes with Princess Stephania's voice as the Offensive Group interacts with the bridge as it boards the deck.

The assault by the Sirius kicks the demons in the air and forcefully cuts the way through it.

Offensive groups jump off the deck when they capture the Colossus coming forward at an attackable distance. The Sirius makes an artillery attack on the Larva Serpent as it is and flies to arc heavily.

The shelled Ravah Sarpent exhales a burning brace back depressingly. But it doesn't hit. When the brace is shaken off with intense acceleration by magical light propulsion, it draws the attention of the Rava Serpent while maintaining a constant distance that is not too close but not too far away. It's a long way to get everyone out of the front, if you don't have to, to rescue them immediately.

There is a distance to Ravah Sarpent. Let's start with Colossus.

That's what I thought and tried to move...... a new hand emerged from the rear bellion dola.

A small, bunch of Shadow Ravens pop up. I'm about to fly straight to the main line of the ritual hall...

"Everyone...... Colossus and Rava Serpent please. I'm gonna stop him."

"That guy?... No way, Theo"

To Grace, who opens his eyes, he sends a gaze over his shoulder and nods, then rides Valor through the battlefield at the highest speed.

He slammed Shadow Raven in the way and slammed Uroboros' blow into him. Crossing blows. The Great Sickle trying to take it. The moment of the clash - I felt like time had stopped.

At the end of my gaze is the figure of Shadow Raven, who took the blow of Uroboros with the sickle in his hand. No -.

"This is unfortunate. I suppose I was suppressing my powers."

Cool voice. Is it due to the impact of the blow? Or is he daring to do so? A crack runs into Shadow Raven's body.

And - even the shell peeled off as if I could take it off. From underneath it emerged - the laughing demon, Istrum.

Have you seen it from the rear, or my body will be covered with the blessings of the moon goddess of Mallane.

"You're - you're a chunk of discomfort. Whether you wear a shell, or curb magic or temper, you can see it...!

"Is it uncomfortable? That's an interesting view inside."

I guess it was an arithmetic of approaching the main unit under the guise of a shadow raven and destroying the ritual venue first - but they didn't even mean to be broken through.

"Either way - if you're going to crush me first, I thought it was you or the ritual. It won't even be a problem with the others. The steps have changed, but I have no choice. Kill you, then slowly pick from the edge."

scattering sparks in an impending form, beyond which Istrum is grinning.

Leaving me alone, Colossus and Ravasserpent were also crushed, and I was not far away from having to move.

Then would you go forward and crumble the ceremonial venue first and make the victory immovable? Or kill me and then crush the others around.

Based on this response and what he said and did, I'm pretty sure he's already recovered enough. If it wasn't enough, I would have chosen to intercept at the base.

"Superior. I'll smash you, I'll finish it all."

"Good response. So let's kill each other."

Istrum who opens one eye, shows his fangs and laughs. When I wondered if my temper had risen from all over me, something flew straight from the side.

Jump according to the survey. It was my hair that pierced the space I was on the brink from side to side. My bundled hair stretched out and flew from side to side like a spear. Was the Great Sickle only meant to disguise itself as a Shadow Raven, disappearing from Istrum's hands to become dust?

Istrum's hair twitches and stretches like a creature.

wrap around the wind magic field. The first thing to be wary of is invisible attacks, like bacteria and toxins. I guess my power as a death sleep king is restricted by my mother's sealing technique - even if it was possible to use them, I play them in the wind magic field.

Istrum laughs more deeply at my response.

Even though I was trying not to miss every step of the way, the next moment, Istrum flew directly beside me. My hands and feet are not moving at all. They flew straight to the side to be pulled, and pressed to bounce back as they were.

An unreadable move ahead, far from the organism roughly. Bounce off the spikes and thinly bound slaughter of hair looming from all directions with a uro bolus.

The rationale is - nothing more than a move that is realized by grabbing or tapping the walls of temper with your hair. A bunch of his hair. It's all like hands and feet.

This one also kicks the shield with Nemea and Capella, mixing the feint with the movement and cutting it without squeezing the target of the attack.

Fast -! Linear speeds and instantaneous forces will increase armaments to Vallos, but Istrum's is the speed that comes from the unreadable ahead. If you chase them with your eyes, they will confuse you. By expanding the thin shield in all directions to read the type, power, and angle of attack, follow his movements and make up for the shortage of manpower.

Hair attack. I guess its power is proportional to the thickness of the bundle. In addition, if you want to shoot through this one, you have to gain momentum and either eject or shake it off. Then the attack can be intercepted even if the movement cannot be read through. Thin things deviate with shields, heavy blows are taken by uroboros and cut into the interior of the intermission.

If he had jumped up the reverse end of Uroboros, he would have taken it by moving his arm for the first time and creating a wall of guilt. If you kick the shield and leave before you see the outcome of the attack, a bunch of hair from all directions intersects so that the giant beast closes the claw, crushing its space.

"Wear -"

Avoidable was also assumed and a mass of qi had already been placed around it. If Istrum's arm shows off a trick, a thin spear-like thing flies in from a heavily tempered space.

That feeling that penetrates the omnidirectional shield. Perhaps even a regular magic shield would easily wear a hole. Cut off the ballistics from the angle and slap the solid hammer from the top and bottom as you cover yourself.

One was stopped and crushed by his hair, and the other was cleaved in two straight with a blade created by Istrum in its hands. Cut off his hair outside of this room again. We slapped each other on the attack and got bounced backwards.

Distance, confront.

Notably - neither that blade nor the thin spear that was released earlier hardened my temper. I can tell by the glasses. Physical, something.

What did your mother seal from the King of Dead Sleeps? And what's left of him?

I've seen him before, his moves, his abilities. And what was magically making up for?

"... step by step, I see it. Your abilities..."

"Hmm. You think you can understand my abilities?

Istrum opens his eyes with interest.

"Manipulating life... is a little different. If it was, it should have been over by the time my mother used the sealing technique. So what my mother sealed, even if it was the main force for the split, was just a little different from what concerns your backbone. It's some kind of toxin, not the bacteria itself."

So yes. His temper is - manipulating something that leads to something else as a starting point while deeply involved in life.

So, what the hell is that?

"Carbon? You can manipulate the carbon that touches your temper, or you can create the carbon itself from your temper, synthesizing various organic matter at its origin, manipulating the carbon itself, processing it in molecules, creating something like a needle or blade of diamond."

Carbon. That is, a substance that forms the backbone of every organic matter.

Of course other organisms like bacteria and splinters should also be easy to see hair in muscle fibers and treat it like a limb.

The ability to manipulate other lives would have been sealed on my mother... but if I had fitted Belliondola's equipment, I would have also demonstrated some useful force in the manufacture of demons.

This is also the identity of the discomfort I feel from him. The shape should not be human or contain as a decent organism.

"Carbon…. Charcoal? That's what humans call this, isn't it? Shall I say this is generally correct?"

Istrum shivers his shoulders with pleasure.

"Yes. I used to be glad that with this power I could save everything with this hand. Here's the result. Now everything in the world is annoying."

Demonization and the price of ability?

Not that I know what he actually sees... but I need a feeling to observe to manipulate it.

That means me, the world, and even the guy himself. I guess we see a sawdust free, dry world where everything consists of chemical formulas, for example.

It is also natural that the people of the Moon denied Istrum.

Because he can make anything, and he usually sees things he's not supposed to see.

Maybe I can't find value in anything anymore. Emotions and thoughts are just electrical signals, and everything about life, sickness and death is as you wish. There must be no big difference between a microbe and a human being.

Over the years, the way we see and receive all things has become decidedly different. It's disconnected.

That's why it's like walking around crushing someone else, turning the world off as worthless as a contradiction... there's no reason to take such a guy into account. I don't do what I want.

I have to remind him that there are things in the world that don't make him free.

Push and kill the hatred and anger that comes in, if at all, and set up a uroborous.

"Come. You, end it here"

And when he said with excess magic, he also stripped his fangs, and laughed, and rose his temper from his whole body.