Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

- The environmental magic of the moon was scarce, but thanks to each other's rituals, the magic of this place has grown considerably.

With a roaring uroboros, he expands his magic circle to capture environmental magic and enhance his power. Both Uroboros and Orihalcon, built in there, are only vigilant about him, but I feel full of war.

Istrum doesn't break my grin, even as I watch this magic increase.

His hand tag. That's the breadth of responsiveness consisting of interference with carbon and the ability to control it to achieve it.

There will be too many applied methods, and it will be useless to let the imagination go through individually.

Without blessings and magical circulation, he should also be able to interfere directly with the enemy's flesh or read thoughts and emotions directly from the reaction itself with his possession of observational abilities... Is it safe not to worry about it alone?

Either way, don't deny all other possibilities and crush the whole body with -!

"Let's go -!"

Kick the shield and step in. The blow of Uroboros pounding on the momentum was taken with his hair. At that moment in time, the reward for each other's attacks begins.

Hair slashing and spikes rolling out at speeds that don't even fasten the shadows. Spears of carbon produced from space and swords of carbon produced from hands and feet.

Uroboros and roaring Nemea, Capella, and a magic shield stretched in all directions, and using a light bullet from Barroll to cut head-on.

Attack at a tremendous rate. Sparks and shocks scattered innumerable moments. An attack that plunders right off your face. Turn Nemea, Capella, and Valor on the attack as well, and still, he's got more trouble.

Exchanging countless moves, he emits white light from his proximity with no chanting, crushing his sight and sewing in gaps.

A move that permeates more extensively than a simple slash or spike would be more effective.

Step inside of the intermission and release the palm bottom, but even that was his invitation. Carbon spears popped out of the flank of the palm bottom.

but only my palm bottom was stuck in his dovetail.

If you tap a magic shockwave in from there, you'll see your hair strike back as it blows up in the rear. Interception is all we have. The other side wins by hand, so we can't carry out the chase.

Light magic incarnation and camouflage. Temperature changes due to water magic. I scratched what was expected of him as his detection system and struck a blow...

"Sure, Gardinis, that was an old move."

This is it. It's like I'm not enjoying it. Istrum comes back into shape laughing.

I should have passed the shock wave, but there was also a strange response coming back.

Around the time I've crushed my vision with flashing lights but have been precisely aligned with phantom attacks, I'm pretty sure I have multiple sensing abilities besides sensations for visual and ability control.

From a distance away - his arm stretches out unnaturally. I thought you flew straight through my heart like a spear, and from there a carbon spear popped out in all directions, defeating the attack on all directions in anticipation of dodging, only with a uro of what hits you.

I make sure my body is pulled back toward the extended arm side, packing the intermission in an anomalous motion. It's a tremendous manipulative attack to be rolled out of there.

Overwhelming enough to even fight back. Even if you use all kinds of bills, the pressure is enough to force you to fight.

Large upper section. Slash of a bunch of thick hair to be shaken off. Spears, spears and spears that are simultaneously ejected from close proximity. Turn around, set up a uroboros, and receive a sword of carbon that is slashed at an angle that blocks the exit. Carbon spears and swords are irresistible even to receive with a magic shield. It probably has a single-molecule cutting-edge. It should have more sharpness than any other. I can't take a detour outside of Uroboros.

The problem is still this maneuver -! There is no way to survive unless you do something about the storm and the many attacks that make you imagine a fortress. Risk is understood. If you unfold a magic circle and lodge a flame of magic in Uroboros to explode from close quarters, your hair and carbon spears and swords will burn up at once.

That too for a moment. I thought it burned up. Fire suppressed the next moment. If operating on a molecular basis, it would also be easy to stop combustion, even with a magical flame.

Kick off the shield while expanding the magic circle at the same time.

This technique and his moves are established, almost simultaneously clashing. The technique used is similar. Wind's Wheel of War - If you manipulate the grind dust and beat it into his emitted whirlwind, the hard dust and carbon particles contained in each other's manipulated airflow collide and spark light scatters across all directions.

He'll be free to manipulate even gases like carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide. Even if you burn it because it contains carbon, the carbon is there just because the state changes. Because it doesn't change what's under his control.

If you manipulate the airflow to create a tornado and generate diamond particles in it, you can still roll out a grind-dust-like move.

Keep control of the procedure intact. While intercepting his manipulative airflow with this manipulative grind dust, he kicks the shield twice, three degrees and jumps left and right, then chases him into his anomalous movements and clashes between the main bodies as well.

"Interesting. So what about this!

Laughing Istrum. It weaves a chameleon-like body color change and a clear camouflage capability across the other side into the attack. Absurd ability to be free and free of biological abilities as well.

Illusional ability to confuse vision in addition to abiotic, earlier unreadable movements. Then it's just useless to chase with your eyes. Magic swings and shield sensation ensure that only incoming attacks are struck down -!

"Burn it down!"

Fire Magic 5th Class Burning Wip. Create a flaming whip and wrap it around as a defense, not an attack. Controls the direction of the inflammation, and still the heat generated is blocked by a field of wind magic.

If the eartips of carbon spears created from the air - assuming they have single-molecular sharpness - the flames have the effect of burning and blunting their cuttings. If it's possible to take it on the shield, that's all you can do with the maneuver of the attack. This limb or body will be free for more moves that can be stopped by shielding.

For what this one packed, he used his own hands and feet as well as his hair to put a specific weight on the attack. An anomalous move with his hair and his own genuine martial arts in waving a sword of carbon. The sword, which is created directly from his hands even with the use of heat, remains sharp. I can't take it on the shield...

Take the carbon sword in Uroboros, jump up the reverse end and pound the blow into the flank of Istrum. Adequate response, like crushing bones. Contrary to that, Istrum does not back down at all. With my hair - I'm supporting my body.

"Blow it up."

If I were to be modifying my nervous system, I guess I wouldn't feel any pain. I'm not frightened at all while eating. A chunk of chi released overhead from it.

chills. Flying simultaneously emits a shockwave with directivity from that space. Lunar surface that can be crushed under the eyes. A bullet of compressed air with recoil that manipulates and flexes gases - emits shock waves? The explosion contains a shotgun of diamonds and has a vicious killing capability.

I can't help but care about one thing. Ability to be anything like that. You just have to understand that there are moves to burst a distracted space.

Invert and penetrate. The dragon wand attack - he didn't avoid it. Take it with your body and fight back instantly from there. Tactics that push your immortality forward if you think you caught up with the tricks -!

Amidst the countless attacks, he weaves the abandoned attacks together fine. I scratched through the slaughter and spike of the guy who fell all the way down the attacker and slapped in a few blows, but each time I felt the situation pushing me to a great disadvantage.

Big swings expose you to gaps, and you can't stop them with traction. Fine, fast, sharp. Inject magic into a moment of intersection and scrape it from the surface of temper. But...!

"I got you, dude!

Istrum opens one eye, shows his fangs and laughs.

My hair was tangled in the uroboros. Keep it up - it swings. Awesome strength.

I won't let go of my weapon. He shoots and showers carbon spears and bursts from here and there as he wields me. Endure. Endure with a shield. Impact. Impact. As it was, it showed a structure that beat each body to the lunar surface.

Not yet - not yet strong enough. Disequilibrium in the Magic Circuit and increase power even more. My heart strikes an early bell and my vision stains bright red. So - it finally got to it.

"Whoa, whoa!

With temper, I slit his hair from the inside out before he slapped me on the moon.

Running from hand to the tip of Uroboros, and erupting is a black-purple blade that scatters sparks. A sword of repulsion that wraps the power to cleave.

Kick the shield and swing it through. Awesome cleavage so much that I don't even feel a recoil. A unintentional blow to the torso.

Bringing his body to the look of a deeply mutilated guy was astonishing. Invert instantly. It took another blow, but it was taken with a sword of temper.

I've been turned into a torso, but it's not like I'm enjoying it. The wound is blocked when he looks back and launches the chase, even though he has responded. It would be like clay craftsmanship for him, such as the body of an organism.

"- Vallos. Yes. Really? You still want to stop me, too."

The look of amazement is a flash. Immediately the cropped grin sticks.

Cut it as-is. Cut and burn the hair rolled out with a sword of repulsion to take control. Create a gravitational field and tie up his anomalous movements.

If it doesn't work, my hair will be wrapped up and cut from the middle of nowhere. When you reconvert it into something like a chunk of diamond, you let it deform like a four-legged beast in the air and stick you in.

It is not a creature. Because the power to create autonomous organisms is sealed by the mother. Then it's like a diamond doll that you're manipulating while deforming by temper.

Eject Valor. Intercept Diamond's squire with a light bullet.

Wind and wind. Light bullets and squire. Even the main units cut each other as we battle here and there.

If the sword of repulsion strikes, the flesh can be cleaved without question. The tactics of abandonment are not the earliest use either. Carbon swords will not be torn apart by the swords of repulsion, even if they are torn apart by all.

So - the struggle with nature leads to the reward of a legitimate attack. It also goes to the people of the moon and to the martial officers of Halvaronis, which tells the story of his origins.

Rain of carbon spears pouring from all directions, exposing oneself to the bursting space, jumping nearby to cleave with the sword of temper, rewarding moves and moves.

He takes the blow of a torso giraffe, is flushed by a counterattack he rolls out to jump up, and flips and launches an attack while avoiding the blow of a cut that is slammed into his flowing body. A blow to plunder. A glaring flying defense.

Take the slaughter of the Qi sword with the sword of the repulsion, let it disappear and empty, but step inside the intermission. Create a gravitational sphere with the palm bottom and decide to crush it. Decide and compress. Burn it down and scatter it in the wind.

"Shh!

You don't have to feel the pain. Whether it is close to immortality.

If they destroy the body tissue so that it can be decimated, they will hinder the attack. Playing it doesn't just bind the mutilated. The amount of temper is directly linked to his activities. Immortality also remains directly linked to his abilities and survival instincts.

If we're going to beat him, we need to cut him off without a scratch, or we need to do the right thing.

It is also obvious from the fact that what I have seen clearly become his damage was a load in forcibly releasing the seal of the Allied Lord.

"Whoa, whoa!

Step further into the disintegrated equilibrium before the body regenerates. Linking the movement and magic of the body and tapping into the spiral shockwave blew Istrum's body.

Follow without hesitation. Knock it down like this. Step in and chase them with a magical photo-optical formula, knocking in the blows of the uroboros, but sharpening them with gravitational spheres. Flip it and take another blow. I bounced twice, three times, and as I tried to make yet another blow, a magic circle flashed in the hands of the blown away guy with a tremendous temper.

Intermediate Wind - Magic? Create a vacuum space on purpose in the rare atmosphere of the moon? Why would you do that? You think you can't generate it without all that fuss?

Several question marks present terrible possibilities. There is thunder scattered in its hands that exuds temper, and something is born that cannot be mastered.

Avoid all manoeuvres for assault, leaving and avoiding. Escape in a direction that does not involve allies.

He also put his body regeneration behind him - Istrum turned his palm only to this side and shot it out. At that moment when the vacuum space junction was unraveled -!

Focusing on tiny shards, a tremendous amount of energy was created. Properties that explode the moment you touch something. versus extinction. Antimatter.

Expand the conical velcro shield. It shouldn't be under his control until the explosion itself.

Desperate calories and blasts don't spread the damage to everyone else, and for me to survive. Fire magic and wind magic, lightning magic, control the shock waves and heat generated, heat lines, and let them be oriented and deviate backwards.

"Ahhhhhh!

Every shield is about to be pushed away by the rush of force. It stops with a full magic circulation to increase momentary power, pushing its burst into the deserted wilderness. The roar of Uroboros. Thousands of thin blood vessels in the hands and feet cut into enormous loads. I don't mind. If there's no harm done to your allies, that's fine -!

As soon as the blast pressure flowed backwards, Istrum penetrated. I haven't regenerated my body yet. But he swung me down to slap me with his fists on top of each other, and I couldn't take it or support myself again. lunar surface. It is slammed into a large hole in the mining site trail under the eye.

"Ha!

A breathless shock. Connect your consciousness far away, make sure you jump and stand up. Support the wand and confront the guy who comes down.

"Kuku...... The sharpening seems to have gone up in arms on me, doesn't it? If we hadn't sheltered our allies, things would have gotten better."

His body - the regeneration of the shredded parts is not progressing. Seeing the blood shine from all over, they need a lot of grudge to take out the blow now. Although it is gratifying to know that you cannot shoot again and again.

They don't interfere with the fight itself. I bet you are. He can erase the pain.

By breaking the circulatory equilibrium and making it impossible... it's the same thing that took all the damage to my body. The pain is - forget it now. Practice your magic while you breathe.

"Unlike you... I won't lightly cut you off or betray you"

"Kuk. Interesting. Surely you haven't given up yet."

He opened his eyes to my words and burst in laughing.

I can't give you time to rebuild. He creates a temperament sword and penetrates it. Take it in Uroboros, shaken off and blown away. Soften and reverse the impact of a clash against a stone column with levitation and shield to counterattack by Uroboros. be slapped in the bottom of the palm and flown backwards.

I can't take it anymore by force. We have to use moves and magic to counter... Art. Using the technique is enough. I can fight.

Supporting the shield, it takes a blow away, tapping into the magic and flying back. I am not itching. Istrum coming in. He comes knocking in slaughter. If I shielded him, I'd let myself be flushed and I'd punch a carbon spear in from there. Turn around. You can't turn back.

Shield to shield. Fly and fly. They chase me down, cut me down, and when I'm blown away, I roll, get up, and jump. Because we're wearing each other out, and there's no play in his movements either. He's coming for the head, the heart, precisely.

Only magic is ready. This one too - the limit is close. Go head-on to set up a battle. He scratched his sword and tried to slap him in the bottom of his palm - there.

"I'm sorry to hear that!

A single carbon spear ejected from the rear was stabbing through the chest plate from the back. Exactly piercing the heart. Unique pain spreads from the chest. An unprecedented sign of death.

But - my movements didn't stop. Stabbed and stepped straight into time, unleashing the magic that worked out between the laughing guy's eyebrows. From the swelling magic, countless shock waves are emitted to shake the skull. Another blow -! I slammed in a blow all over me as I unfolded the magic circle and kicked my shield and flew backwards within the absence of a counterattack.

Around, Istrum's body sways. He rocked and stopped and looked at me with a stunned look.

"What, to? Sure, you shot out the heart, should be -?"

I knew you were after the steeple.

The heart is an organ that sends blood all over the body, and even if it takes a blow, if it manipulates blood flow with water magic, it will not interfere with activity. All you have to do later is accidentally tap into a blow that can take away your consciousness, and then tap into a blow to hold you back. If he's shredded and weakened now, that's enough.

"What did you do to me?

Istrum holds down his battered chest and melts.

It's - the sealing technique that my mother put her life on the line to become the king of death and sleep.

The added surgical formula alters the wedge worn on Istrum. Normally, you can't do that. I can't believe it was later altered without disarming someone else's technique. But if your mother's will still seals Istrum's abilities, it's still disconnected.

Glowing chains wrap themselves around Istrum in multiple ways from wedges punched into the chest. At the same time, Istrum pounded his knee by spitting a large amount of blood reflexes out of his mouth. He looks at the messy and trembling hands and says he can't believe it.

Taking away his powers as a demon and sealing his abilities means taking away his immortality as well. Well, if you haven't regenerated physical damage. Because it is so profound that it would normally fall out of battle with the art of Vallos.

Keep your knees down and stare at this one - a giant magic circle unfolds around Istrum. I see, it would be possible to exercise magic if we thought we had only returned when we were a people of the Moon, even if we did not have the ability to be demons.

But - if it's a big magic shootout with the front cut, I just want it. Trying to stick Uroboros to the ground, this one was rolling out a huge magic circle.

"Fool, yeah. From where, so much -!"

Istrum opens his eyes.

"You can't possibly understand."

The sealing technique broke the equilibrium between the two of them.

So - the voices of everyone in Rungardo. The song. I hear prayers. The thoughts of everyone who fights together and hopes for the survival of the world fill this battlefield and empower us.

The power that fills here is on my side. The fierce momentum is pouring in the power and gathering in my body.

This is also a job left by my mother and entrusted to me by Vallos. That's why I'm doing it now.

It's special magic. From the ability of the analyzed Durahan, the attack magic has been newly developed as an applied development form of Starlight Nova and Starless Buster, combining the art of interfering with the soul. Light Darkness, Composite Art Ceremony - Spirit Banisher.

"Get lost..."

This one was quicker to unleash the operation than the guy unleashed the magic. When I shake up Uroboros, a column of white light sprays up enough to pierce the heavens around his body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Istrum's unleashed technique, his body and his soul. They all blow up and lose shape. Sprayed in endless light, any good disappears.

Everything. One dust, not even a fragment of your soul is left anywhere in the world.