Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The Last Guardian - he's trying to manipulate the magic scattered around him and wield enormous power against us, but it doesn't seem to be working. The magic I tried to gather is scattered. The Last Guardian was exasperated and roaring at the result.

According to Claudia, the Last Guardian specializes in massive, simultaneous, multifaceted attacks with various phenomena around him. It seems that the detection system is also difficult to pass through metastases, etc., so that the location of the target is accurately determined.

But...... if you think from the history of the Last Guardian Rampage...... I guess that was backed up by my ability as the original Spirit.

So - I can manipulate environmental magic, lightly cause massive phenomena, or easily sense the surrounding conditions. But now, its abilities cannot be fully demonstrated either. The voices of the Spirit Kings, Tefra, and Floria speak of their power as high spirits and their influence on their surroundings as contained as possible.

The Spirit Kings also resist and try to equalize the original Spirit without having to influence it. We don't want the world to collapse, so many spirits are on our side. So - an attack using magic full of surroundings doesn't work.

If so, then later it becomes how to attack the power as a dragon that is a vessel. Exhale or growl. And fangs and nails. Attack by tail. Hitting, crushing, stomping, etc. utilizing giants. Considering it's a dragon, it would be quite destructive.

Later it follows the basics of giant biological strategies like dragons and giants. It would be a way of fighting where someone would attract enemy attacks and we would all attack from the end and cut them off.

"I'll get out front first. Attention is drawn over here, so watch the movement and find the giant gap yourself and attack!

"Ha!"

Everyone snorts at my words.

"Once we detect signs of an unforced massive attack, we'll pull back to the Sirius with metastatic magic. Because I don't want to see that move. Watch out for more distorted spaces than that! Too strong a magic field distorts time and space, so touching a space like that can affect your senses without direct harm!

"Okay!

Nodding at Claudia's words.

The Sirius is in the form of a rearward refrain and use as a dodging base for metastases by Claudia.

Okay - let's get started. Power is exploded by a magical cycle that embraces environmental magic.

"Let's go!

I rode the Valor and jumped out of everyone's place.

To the height of the dragon's gaze shining in silver. Fast flight with the tail of the light pulled.

Looks like the Last Guardian was still trying to manipulate the magic around him - but when he saw me approaching, he came across a flash by the wing, as if to strike me down.

A blue-white twist, wrapped in immense magic on a silver scale, looms to tear up the space.

I slipped through the surface of my wings feeling a tremendous flurry of force up close - what I was waiting for there was a giant fang. Strike through a special jaw that will bite and crush any amalgamation with the acceleration of Balor's Magic Light Propulsion. The sound of fangs and fangs bumping right behind your body.

Draw an arc and directly in front. Take the sky and keep going. Create a big rock with the magic of a solid hammer and stick it in.

Last Guardian's choice was - an interception by roar.

Acoustics alone have the power to shatter rocks as well. That - is not effected by the defense of the Spirit of the Wind and the Serafina.

Pushing head-on and into the momentum as he stepped into time, he swayed the solid hammer wide and slammed it into the eyebrow with all his might.

A blow that should normally be crushed by scales. However, the solid hammer is covered in gravity and, by being compressed, turns it into a painful beating at many times its normal weight, intensity.

I slapped him into the blow with all my might, saying it was more important than anything to draw his attention with the first shot - it seemed to have worked. The roar of bitterness. He held down his forehead and twisted himself, but he looked at me with an angry, burning eye to be bounced.

I guess I gave up interference in environmental magic. He has used his own magic powers to produce a light sphere that shines in four colors, as he flies his wings up into the sky.

A mass of power presiding over a groundwater fire wind. Every light sphere possesses tremendous magic.

But where I want it. Letting the Last Guardian use his body magic fits this purpose: to sharpen the power of the original Spirit.

On the palm directly above the dragon, the four light spheres rotate as they twirl.

one of them. I wondered if the light sphere with the power of water had increased its radiance - the whole body of the Last Guardian emitted light and several magical runs flew towards us.

Water shells - it's easy to call them, huge blows fly in as many as you can.

A few great waterfalls flying directly next to each other, though. Flight of Valor combined with Magic Light Propulsion to slip through between them. The red sphere shines, creating a small firepowder on the way.

Go in without hesitation using fire magic and wind magic. Avoid twitching by rolling nails as they thrust through the swelling blast flames.

Aim him in the eye and respond with a thunderbolt. That - the earth wall that was born in space was taking it. I guess the Sphere of the Four genus can be used for both attack and defense.

But my policy hasn't changed. He constantly flies around the vicinity of his vision, launching attacks that, if there is a gap, allow him to prune his consciousness.

"Resonance Mine!"

Have you perceived the occurrence of surgery? Last Guardian shifts away like a brake. A flash of delay caused an explosion in space in a clash between shock waves. A distracted last guardian shows a big, breathtaking trick.

Exhale. Before it spits at me -!

A heavy blow was piercing the back of the dragon's head. Was it because I was focused on preparing to exhale? Apparently the attack coming from outside the consciousness worked pretty well.

It's Grace. A double axe blow wrapped around plenty of struggle to scatter black sparks. The servant last guardian also bounced the scales and the blood splashed.

Durahan puts a big sword in his ankle as he continues to penetrate.

Breathe further together, placing a slight time difference, Ignis unleashes a pilebunker on his flank, and Sheila slaps the vortex sword on his back. In addition, Queen Aurelia saw a flash of Orihalcon's fine sword on her tail.

After striking a blow, each leaves immediately. The only thing that remains there in retrospect is my phantom created by Mallane.

The light sphere of the four genus creates a tornado here and there and scatters the phantom... If you're distracted by it, just watch the attack from me. Fly around to catch your eye as you tap into the magic.

Dimensions that if you turn your consciousness back on me, someone will attack you from the blind spot, and if you turn your consciousness on someone, I will strike magic in for eyes and brains.

Unaccompanied and entwined, we all make an attack to dance and dance.

The Last Guardian tows everyone around the blind spot with wings and tails, but it's not sweet enough to eat an attack that hasn't even been able to capture them - on the contrary, Zion was on the counter with a massive magic slash at the wing.

A blow of Tesdiros, transformed into a thunderbolt of a strip, stabs him where he rocks himself. Hervorte's assault to wrap up the struggle. Elliot's magic of creating a giant ice bird to storm his abdomen.

Widespread attacks that are simultaneous multifaceted detection or no questions asked do not work because the spirits do not cooperate. Flying in the sky isn't advantageous, and growling isn't helping the attack. I mean - being a giant only works against you.

Take it backwards to be a small soldier and seal it off without letting you harness your abilities. No matter how high the magic hidden on the inside is and how much the attack power with that magic is capable of killing, it makes no sense if you don't hit it.

But no more defensive surfaces or physical toughness. So - the next guy's hand focuses first on the attack on me, in the form of.

The four genus light spheres, nails and fangs bathe the attack on me from all directions, but they are attacked from outside of consciousness, gradually scratching the body of the Last Guardian.

Keep it up. Cut it off for sure. If we break the equilibrium and weaken it, that's why we win this one.

Angry eyes. An irritating move. He stacked his magic power inside his body and showed a motion that allowed him to shrink in for a moment as he raised it.

"Leave!"

Pre-sensitive of the attack with one-eyed glasses. Under the first decree, everyone flies out in time. A magic shockwave ran in all directions late. If it's not a converged one, there's no problem. Each dodges and spends time on defense, turning immediately into an attack.

But - the last Guardian move from there was something different from what I or Claudia expected.

Once up in the air, the Last Guardian growls and widens his wings wide. Magic swells and scatters a dazzling glow from all over your body. Focus on the glowing light sphere over your palms - the last Guardian body looking beyond the light shrinks.

"Is that -!?"

Claudia's stunned voice.

By transferring the magic that was hidden inside the giant into the light sphere, the dragon wrapped light around his body, causing him to shrink and transform himself into a small figure. The light sphere is transformed into a four-colored crystal, rotating with light emitted on the back of the dragon.

When the giant was working against him, he changed the vessel itself...!

The magic that was being pushed into the giant poured into the light sphere that was circling around the body - letting it change its form of combat without cutting the total amount.

So, from there - looking at me with an angry burning eye, he crooked the edge of his mouth and laughed. He shoots at me with white light.

Receive slaughter with Uroboros. Awesome speed just missed with light bullets. After the blow hits me - I'm passing far away at an awesome rate. It's a speed no one else can keep up with so close to a deformed paladin. Given all the speed and size of your body - even if you push with the number of people, this is the other way around.

I'll be on Valor's light bullet, too, accelerating. Draw an arc and cut back with the last Guardian.

The premise of the operation was overturned. But.

"Superior!"

The power over there is also shredded commensurately. If you're going to defeat one person at a time with each destruction, that's where I want you to be again. I'll stop it. I won't let anyone else get hurt!

Fly on a light bullet. If you let out the light like a meteor, avoiding the blow that comes in, and fly up to the top of the mining site trail with fire balls in a row and a counterattack, the Last Guardian will come after it.

And - cut through the sea of stars. Crossing at ridiculous relative speeds, they beat the claws and uroboros that house magic - sliding through the projectiles from the light spheres that are beaten in from all directions -.

If the Last Guardian, with his roar, sparkled four colored crystals and flashed his nails, a black fracture would occur so that the space would be ripped apart.

Perhaps - even Uroboros can't take it. A blow that cleaves regardless of physical or magical properties. Running past the impending fracture with fierce momentum, right on the side of the body, in a sweep, slamming Uroboros all the way in with counterattack. Last Guardian who receives with his nails and responds by rolling out the slash of his wings.

Reward attacks while flying around at high speeds. Modify flight trajectories with Nemea and Capella.

Overshoot with repeated acceleration and deceleration with gravity control and magic light propulsion. Chased, chased, sparks scattered and intertwined, bounced, bumped into each other.

I'm just letting anger and power knock me in. It's so shocking that I feel heavy in the aftermath alone - but everyone's prayers are helping me. So we can fight.

Excess magic scattered here and there every time of the clash.

Heaven and earth and starry skies to explore. Claw fangs and light bullets that plunder the body. I just immerse myself in the fight. Thoughts, emotions, sounds, shocks. Everything melts into battle.

In it - I can see that a great presence is about to manifest itself on this occasion. Sleeping in Rungard, the original Spirit appeared on this occasion.

A vast amount of magic spreads, and every time anger and lonely emotions held by the original Spirit clash with the Last Guardian, it also flows in here.

"Oh. Right. You..."

I even felt like I was crying in so much anger that I burned myself down.

Because anger righteousness dwelt in the existence of destroying intruders. Destruction cannot be stopped by its own will. But I don't even want to kill the life I created with my own hands. So - so if you don't want to die, you tell me to kill myself.

The Last Guardian. No, even the split original Spirit appeals to me like that. When my nucleus is here, I growl with my arms wide open. I beg you to kill one of your own cracks.

"... if you have something to say, I'll ask you everything. If you're overpowering, don't hesitate to bump into me!

Last Guardian growls at my call.

He comes in growling. Sharpen your magic, take in everyone's power, and beat each other up with the Last Guardian more than once.

A dazzling flash runs from the mouth of the Last Guardian. Exhales that sweep the moon down to the horizon. A tail blow jumps as he scratches it and slaps the uroboros, being taken and spinning his body. Every time I turn around, avoid, and exchange attacks, I remember him. Emotions bounce. Fly.

Is that - a scale of memory that spans hundreds of millions of years?

Star glow. Explosion. Small and big stars that can bump into each other. Burning fireballs. The loneliness, the fear, the anxiety that just flows through the vain sea by itself.

Primitive life and little spirits that will eventually be born. They run around their own bodies.

The death and life of every life is the same for the original Spirit. Every time a soul is reborn, it shines stronger, more beautifully.

A life that runs through itself. That soba sauce. The joy of watching and nurturing the life and spirits that are born. So I'm not alone anymore.

Eventually - a life of high intelligence was born. A form of soul that leaves thoughts behind and sometimes refuses to patrol. Life that uses magic to unnaturally distort and gain longevity.

Incredible for the original Spirit, a new form of life. It eventually reaches out to the forbidden power to gain the power of the original Spirit as well.

Intolerable pain. The power to rampage along with the strong passion I first tasted. Life and soul crushed with their own hands. Spirits and demons that are rough in tune with their own emotions.

Fear and anger at the person who led you into this situation and what you have done yourself. And regret.

So the original Spirit, who felt that the moon ship was gathering magic from the earth's veins, rode the situation. Disconnect memories of hatred, pity, and pain with crystals of power - I choose to sleep. Because if you do, you can remain calm about anything.

But then the Last Guardian went wild, and now he's about to destroy the world again. So the original Spirit wants to be killed. They want to kill the symbol of disconnected power completely, and then continue to sleep in the memory of the future, the eternal robbery, the happy past.

- Though.

Take a penetrating blow. He scratches and taps into the spiral shockwave as he stops his leg and responds to the attack. Blown up and flipped instantly. I think, even as I take the attack of the last Guardian who's going in, and no, and strike back.

Nobody wants to kill you.

Many spirits complain that they don't like it. The people who live in Rungald also hope that this world that we now live in will continue.

A being that has created, nurtured, mercied, and nurtured this world.

It's something that makes your mother feel warm somewhere. So in front of all of us, we can kill such beings, there's no way.

Take it all, let it run out of power, and take you back to the labyrinth. Then - apologize for past mistakes. Communicate your gratitude that the world will continue peacefully, pray, sing and dance not to be lonely. Not like that. - Can't you?

The Last Guardian, who continued to use his power - was in tune with the original Spirit, which gradually manifested itself, and had blurred from its eyes and zeroed tears. With no tears. Responding to my call, but not stopping.

Because the mission imposed on the vessels of the Last Guardian, to eliminate the enemies coming, is also like an instinct to thrust and move its body.

So let's finish it.

We bind everyone's thoughts in the offense, refine our magic and assemble our technique. There is no magic left to scatter around it, and it is used as the force of the procedure.

Light extends from both ends of the Uroboros with the countless brilliances that come together. With a huge bow of light in his hand, he watched the assembled procedure as an arrow, and pulled a string.

The aim is the crystal of his created power of four attributes. What releases is sealing.

"Pierce -!"

Straight ahead. The glow of the shooting away - the Last Guardian did not avoid. Take it head-on and accept the sealing technique at your will.

The light that pierces the body, but without damaging the original Spirit. Chains stretching from the inside of the body bind the crystals of the forces of the four attributes, and even the attacking instincts of a vessel called the Last Guardian.

Strength fell out of the last Guardian limbs.

Stick it in and slap the palm bottom into the chest of the last Guardian. Knock in and unfold the procedure. Interference in the enemy's body with the application of circulating smell. Grab the soul of the enemy with a technique based on Durahan's abilities. Grab it and pull out the Spirit.

One crack of the original Spirit, sealed with power - whatever it wants itself. Without the Alliance Lord, he was sucked into the sealed beads, which were just empty.

Now, good. Disfunctioned Last Guardian vessel. The magic that remained inside it loses control - the light overflows and collapses.

Looking at the sight, it's beautiful, what a pleasant thing to do, but having used up most of my magic, I left myself to the gentle gravity and slowly fell to the moon.