Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Istrum came forward to take control of the flight ahead, but it still doesn't change what needs to be done for Grace and the others.

To believe in Theodore and live up to his trust, do what needs to be done.

Grace sends her gaze at the appearance of a boy clashing with Istrum, then, with a resolute look, turns that red eye towards the Colossus under her eyes.

"Grace. Me and Ignis will deal with the serpent. Even with protection, it will be difficult to survive that high fever."

"I'll fight that serpent, too. Lord Marie will only be able to cover you when you're at a distance."

"Okay. Good luck."

"You too."

Rosemary laughs thinly and Grace answers with a smile. Maxwell brightened the nucleus.

Maxwell is right. Rosemary herself can't pack a bypass to Ravah Sarpent.

The protection of the Spirit King is only a power from nature. I'm sure it has a mitigating effect, but it can't be offset until the high fever that demons unleash with hostility, like Ravah Sarpent. Provide Ignis support by extending the range of the Magic Thread on the Magic Slave relay.

"Then I'll make sure no one gets in the way extra so we can all focus on the fight"

"Leave the protection to us!

Sheila and Irmhilt, the serafina on their shoulders, and then the saucers controlled by Durahan, Eclair, Mallane, etc., turn to both sides for backup.

The majority are headed for an attack on a rear ritual site, and the Sirius is also catching the eye of the demon again, but still has a higher number of enemies. I needed someone to protect my back.

"I'm coming!

Serafina blows a horizontal whistle and calls three guardian beasts. As if he had signaled it, Grace and Ignis go in with each enemy. Mallane saucers also fall apart to protect Grace and Rosemary and stay vacant.

"Answer my call... All mothers, great spirits..."

Meanwhile, in ritual venues...

While Auria felt an increase in spiritual power, she continued to make even more of a call to the original Spirit.

To her, who is an elf, close your eyes and you'll see.

It's - it's like a fire escape that's boiling bright red and spraying up smoke.

Whatever is stimulating and when it explodes, it's not strange...... on the contrary, even though it keeps calling for sedation and sleep, small earthquakes and earthquakes continue without pulling off, and Auria herself feels something like pressure blowing.

If it turns its eyes to itself and strips its fangs.

You'll be swallowed up inside the cigarette. Decent take on the wrath of a giant spirit. Is the result the death of the spirit? Or is it synonymous with unlimited anger?

There is fear of that. Because reverence for the Spirit is the same as fear. But Auria feels that she is not alone.

The Spirit King stands by his side to protect and support himself. The spirits who are gathering here are also in tune with the Spirit King and are desperate to turn to it and complain that they do not want destruction or anything else. Therefore, the wrath of the original Spirit will not be directed against Auria.

While in tune with the anger of the Allied Lord Beristio, he seems confused by the movements of the Spirits - slightly feeling such signs of the original Spirit.

Those who stand on the battlefield now and wave their swords. Everyone is fighting to avoid a breakdown. So do those who pray, sing and play in Verdogal with the Spirit King.

Verdogal is not the only one. The Sylvatorians and Bahárzad who were contacted. Halvaronis or Grantios. And the harpies.

Everyone's prayers, wishes. They are pouring in as a force to call upon and restrain the immense Spirit incarnated by anger.

Little spirits who can't manifest themselves are giving them the courage to just stand up to their original spirits.

And - the loongards floating behind me. Auria was also aware that another immense being, sleeping there, was waking up.

"O my first mother to sleep... Mother of mercy. Show yourself here and show your will..."

Still, a little more. I'm just a little short. If it is the mercy or healing of the sleeping original Spirit, it is the wrath of the original Spirit - the very power of violent madness - that dwells in the Last Guardian.

With the help of one crack, it's still not enough to quell it. Something was needed, like breaking the equilibrium.

In response to Grace's impending struggle, Colossus showed himself the set-up to fly into the air and intercept. You're supposed to be so proud of yourself that you're so many times bigger than Grace, you come in at comparable speeds, you slap the Great Sword.

Take that Colossus sword head-on with a double axe and bounce it off to explode your fighting temper. When we wondered if each other's arms had been bounced back, each score was swinging and clashing again, scattering sparks.

"This is-"

Magic circles and magic light flashing here and there in the giant. Grace opens her eyes for a moment, but immediately returns her expression.

If it is a magical creature handled by Istrum, the origin of the people of the Moon, it does not come as a surprise. Because Tiers and Paladins, who are responsible for the defense of the deep depths of the labyrinth, were also created by the people of the moon on the day of their presence.

Fly around in the air as it is, leaving behind the trajectory of the light of struggle and the glow of magic, and when it is played, it bumps into each other. Clash. Crossing. And for a moment when you're away -!

Colossus' left arm jumped. Magic circles unfold. Faster than you think, Grace jumps to the side.

A column of dazzling light rises when the light bullet emitted from his palm pierces the space where Grace was, wondering if it had landed on the moon. One light bullet after another is emitted, and the pillars of light spray up everywhere at the same time as the landing.

It's - the glow of light magic. It was light enough to make Grace uncomfortable.

"I see. Anti-vampire, is it? The King of Dead Sleep is about to think."

Istrum watched the battle against Vallos remotely.

For this minute, you are likely to have a countermeasure formula for each of them, even relative to the others. Because it is a magical organism, such measures can be incorporated.

Colossus also unfolds a magic circle on his right hand, wrapping brilliance around its great sword with the art of light.

But what is it? I am a dampiera. There is no immortality of pure vampires. If you get a decent blow, you're done. Such a battle has ever been as much, and even Theodore puts himself in such a battle.

In the first place - thirsty for blood and frightened by light is the fate of vampires. My father and mother, we fought it. Therefore, is it necessary for me, the daughter of the parents, to fear the light now? Well, to the creation of the Dead Sleeping King, to the false light, etc. -!

Grace opens her eyes red and shines, and when she strips her fangs, she rises to an even greater level of struggle. He plunges straight into the light magic bullet storm, slamming through it so that he can slip through only his own appearance, Colossus, and pounding a blow into it.

The fighting axe that hosts Grace's dark nature and the Colossus light-bearing sword rebel against each other to play spark light. He kicks his left arm toward him and misses the cannon mouth, turning and pounding an axe into his flank as he bounces sideways in recoil. With a dull response, Colossus is bounced back, but he has nowhere to go. He quickly regained his posture and rushed towards Grace.

Larva Serpent was showering a hotline toward the Sirius and the Huge Golem, but saw Ignis and Maxwell approaching. No, he roared depressingly.

In a agile move that doesn't suit a giant, his tail jumps as he crushes the lunar surface. Ignis' body, holding Maxwell, was dodging a tail that snapped and bounced like a blink for a moment. Spend a blow with instantaneous acceleration by magical light.

"Let's go, Lord Ignis!

When Maxwell, who brightens the nucleus, wrapped thunder around its body, Ignis responded with his eyes open.

Ignis' power is combined with the acceleration of magical light and electromagnetic force, and the slash is knocked into the torso of the Ravah Sarpent.

Deep cleavage of the black, rocky epidermis, causing a hand wound to Rava Serpent. But...

I should have torn it off. The epidermis was regenerating quickly.

Are you inflicting pain, Ravah? Though Sarpent raised his voice, when he turned the resulting sickle from the Sirius to the Ignis and the others, he approached at a fierce rate with angry eyes. Release the intermittently burnt large rock from your mouth, opening your jaw and approaching.

Turn around. In the space where Ignis was close to the edge, the impact of closing the jaw can be played. Maxwell's slaughter. Though the epidermis was torn, it plays quickly.

Funny, Rosemary thought when she saw the moment of contact now.

More than living on a labyrinth called Termwilds, he also has knowledge of rosemary and various demons. I know that Ravah Sarpent is only inherited, but it must not have been conveyed with such terrible regenerative abilities. Because it is inheritance, it is said that the ability to highlight it is something to be remembered.

If it is Ignis and Maxwell, who do not intentionally intervene in the heat, he was estimating that taking being a giant backwards would surely continue to do damage from the end and cut it off without bitterness. But......

If you compare your current ability to play - as if -.

"I wonder if the King of Dead Sleep has done something."

Reminds me of Theodore's words. The power of Istrum, king of the dead sleep, is the ability to synthesize various objects and also to relate to the backbone of life, he said.

Suppose I had those abilities and techniques?

In the position of the Dead Sleeping King. with thoughts. What if we are moving assuming we intercept our enemies.

You would think about making the Ravah Sarpent, the key to defense, more complete.

Quick. I don't even hate the means. Thoughts that pinpoint such rationality are my specialty. Then I can follow my thoughts.

"- Ignissu!"

Don't miss that, Rosemary informed Ignis of the anomaly. It is not directly operated, but it is fully communicated to Ignis under Rosemary's control.

At the same time Ravah Sarpent sprays a flame as the giant snake's neck pops more from the moon. Ignis was poking through the flames without getting lost. Throughout the blast flame, Ignis flies out in the opposite direction.

The maxilla that tried to chew Ignis out of the immediate bottom passes.

Ravah Sarpent's ridiculous ability to play. That was reminiscent of Hydra from Rosemary. If it's being synthesized or modified, that's it.

Ravah Sarpent under the factor of Hydra. Then there is no wonder, even if he is as multiheaded as Hydra. If you apply a junction technique near the mining site that inhibits the detection system, you can hide your back. And just because there's no point hiding it anymore, one serpent after another brings a sickle. They were united in a part of the torso.

"... the shape of your head is not the same as Ravah Sarpent. Is flaming exhalation - usable or not?"

With his wife in his hand, Rosemary continues her observation with a cold smile. Epidermis like black rocks. The red-hot body peeking from it is the same. But the other heads aren't Ravah Sarpent's.

There was not enough time to increase completion.

If all heads can use exhalation, you should have just bathed them in the ceremony hall with multiple heads. Istrum himself came out without doing so, and hid that he was so many heads now, because there was no exhalation from other heads.

The number of hands has increased and the ability to play is troublesome. - But if the nature of the other heads is different from Ravah Sarpent, as long as you and Ignis are dealing with each other, I won't let you do the attack on the ritual venue that's holding you back.

Rosemary laughs. Mallane, Ashley and Claudia. Guys. Because they're all there. It is - the possession of those born as royalty, and nothing more than proof of faith and trust in their fellow citizens.