Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The movements of the beasts belong to those trained in combat. He has control whether it's in motion or in the way he fights.

Seems like a multi-player plan against the avant-garde if you see them beat each other in numbers. You think, like when you set me up, one goes straight in and the other uses walls and columns to attack from a different angle with a time difference? They were good at that kind of three-dimensional liaison.

Grace jumps to the side and avoids approaching beasts reflecting the stone columns in the Great Hall onto the scaffold. The beast man on the ground who caught sight of it progresses towards the prediction point of the landing - but this one has air combat gear. A magic shield brilliance is created in a space of nothing, with Grace scaffolding it bouncing back towards the first beast man approaching at a shell-like rate.

In unstable air, it's impossible to stop Grace from advancing. The Beast Man was jumping in the air when I thought it might have entailed a black struggle. He falls cone rubbing through the air while being blown off a considerable distance. A sight like a joke. Eclair's thunderbolts and Serafina acoustic bullets were fired from across there, relentlessly taking combat power from the Beast Man.

"Ko, you bitch!? You guys! Don't set me up from the air! I'll take the gear I was hearing rumors about!

He's a big difference from what I hear when I see him. Even if there were rumors of air war gear in Einfeus, what exactly was not known? Or were we treading on our advantage if it was a lockdown to the extent that we could scaffold the air?

He has excellent natural physical abilities and reflex nerves, as well as exercises. That's why, because of the accumulated pride, they insult other countries, other races of technology.

But the Beasts are no longer alarmed by Grace, who has landed.

You see Grace as a foe, or the giant beast man steps in and waves down a giant stick with all his strength and struggle. But - that didn't make Grace rock. Grace's axe, wrapped in a dark struggle, took the knocked down stick without difficulty.

Step in. Not the axe, Grace tapped into the palm bottom. The Orc's reflex nerves allow him to defend the Ridge in time. But I got it with an arm that concentrated my fighting. The beast man blows behind him as he makes a bony noise. An animal man, flying parallel to the ground, runs a crack as he crashes into the cave wall.

"Gu Hu!"

The Beast Man does not come up. Those around them who watched it lose their words to the extra sight when it comes to the extra. Grace looks at his palm with his palm bottom released as he shines his red eyes.

"True... Struggle is deep down. Even if I can control my nature in this way, I still think I have room for ideas when I look at the way Theo fights and the use of His Majesty Ignado's fighting spirit"

The black fighting swirls with thunder. That's what I said - Grace turned her gaze to the other beasts in battle.

Sheila was crossing with four beastmen who seemed to be selling speed in a space where stone columns were forested.

All four of them have flying tools like short bows. Distracted and agitated by fast travel. I guess that's the method of warfare of shooting arrows from there. However, the arrow had been shot, and Sheila was packing a light break by scratching it.

Four people formed a formation in the space where the pillars were forested... probably because if it was a shooting at each other at a distance, it would be a shield, and even if they were packed with an intermission, they were complacent that that was the space in their favor. But...

"This one, this one -!"

Right to the left. The four beasts cannot follow Sheila's movements as she jumps around in the shadow of the stone pillars. I wonder if it jumped out of the shadow of a column. It's a water doll, or if you try to chase it, it's a sticky thread trap, and it's like you can't keep up with Sheila. He seemed to manage to chase after him with his sense of smell, but from that repeated movement of disappearing and appearing, he seemed unable to preface.

Even a simple speed of movement would raise the armament on Sheila, because she can't help but flirt 4-on-1 and serve as a cover fire on her people, or the four faces can see the color of haste.

"Over here -"

Sheila's sword flashes that took her back. There is no Sheila there either when she is shallow and slashed in the back and responds by waving a crooked knife with a distressed voice.

Trying to follow the direction of kicking the shield and flying with your eyes...

"Gee!?

That was it. An arrow shining through the shoulder of his dominant arm pierces him. He collapses and falls downwards.

"Hey, what?!? From where -!?"

The three remaining people circle their gaze - see that. A position far from the space of the columns to be forested. There was the illumhilt. With Hervorte, the escort, the figure flies around the sky slowly -.

"Oh, from that distance, you mean you hit an arrow through between the pillars!?

If you're an archer, you'll know the skill.

The short bows of the beasts are good to take around, but inferior to range. It is impossible to fight back against Illumhilt. While doing so, arrows fly early, and arrows of light fly in an exact and unparalleled orbit, and the beasts don't happen to hide themselves in the shadow of the pillars -

That was within Sheila's assumptions. One person who tries to avoid the arrows gets caught in the adhesive net and stays thunderbolted and unconscious.

If Sheila stops the Beasts from moving in a delusional motion, Illumhilt will shoot through, and if she is aware of Illumhilt's arrows, Sheila will launch an attack. I'm just saying it doesn't matter if the distance is away. The linkage.

"Oh, my God!

And even over the shield in Illumhilt, the beasts are "visible" at temperatures. There's no misfiring because she's disappearing and she's holding Sheila's position to fly around. So...

"Grr!"

The beast man, who could not move from the shadow of the pillar without moving - was shot through the feet of every stone pillar with a giant arrow of Illumhilt as it was. Sheila's pearl, which came down from above with a slight time difference, is slashed by her dominant arm, rendering her unable to handle or move around the short bow.

- One more.

With that said, Sheila's figure blends into the darkness. The beast man tried to chase Sheila, but it didn't come true either, as an arrow of light swept the tip of her nose. I can't get out of the shadows of the pillars.

"This, this - is there such a stupid story!

Roaring, there was no reinforcement for the last remaining archer. The others are the others, full of hands.

Where can we afford shooter support when Tesdiros and Magnetically accelerated and diseased Ignis and Maxwell are scratching around as lightning strikes the battlefield to the right and can't even provide support for their own leaders?

Plus - it goes down to temperatures. The range of icing expands more and more from the entrance to the frozen large hall. There's nothing wrong with us because we have spiritual protection, but for the beasts, if we leave it like this, it's supposed to be a sudden drop in temperature that we feel in danger.

Naturally, Ashley comes in for the defensive position he's building. Add it to the rear of the guard, and Durahan and Pietro will defend it.

Durahan approaching from the air. A division of Pietro that creates dense formation in Rapier. When you turn your consciousness to them, Corliss jumps around the crystals from your feet, dialing and flying the Beast Man. As Corliss jumped from the floor to the ceiling of the great hall, he dived into the rock beds of the ceiling to dive into the water as well.

I'm not digging. They temporarily degenerate like mud and go undercover.

Walls, ceilings, floors. I don't know where the attack will fly from. Several magic raves dance through the universe like surrounding stuck beasts.

Stefania's Magic Slave. Shots are fired from all directions as we distance ourselves like we dance. Crystal bullets were also scattered from the corliss lurking in the ceiling.

"Ugh, whoa!

"Don't stay! Get in there!"

Several beasts roared and erupted an explosive struggle. You just have to be okay with some bullets to break through the barrage and jump over Pietro's splits in a huge leap into the defensive position. Give me that.

"Too bad"

Claudia's transfer magic intercepted the beasts who could not change their orbit in the air. Wrapped in light, they collectively disappear from the spot. The destination is the large hall on the first basement of the labyrinth. By way of example, the Knights are ready to grab the knights and wait.

If you don't know the metastatic magic, it'll just look like your fellow Special Attackers have vanished collectively. The beasts are stunned by an attack they don't know who they are. Full force I won't think about later. Forced breakthroughs with physical abilities up front do not work.

"What if I'm bluffing?

Blank space in consciousness. Rosemary's manipulative yarn messes up like you put it on there. Manipulate only the arms of the Beasts to launch an indiscriminate attack on their surrounding companions.

"Hey, what the fuck!

"It's not me, it's not me!

Into there in the extreme of confusion, the thunderous Tesdiros and Ignis and Maxwell, fortified with manipulative threads, penetrate at fierce speeds. The blown beasts roamed the great hall high.

"So, no!

"Shit! The monsters!

Beasts trying to escape toward exit while spitting evil. But - Craigolem is born there. I wondered if Claygolem, the creator of Valor, had taken the beasts who had jumped in, implanted their bodies in the body of the earth and cured them. There was a relentless thunderstorm unleashed by Valor.

"Ugh, whoa!?

"Ahhh!

Screaming and distressing voices. Still, a few broke through... At the end of that entrance or exit, the Sirius already identified the exit from the direction and ambushed it. It would slap Lindblum, Alpha, and where Theon and the others came out.

- Blen, the werewolf beast of the ship's eyes, and King Ignado cut it off.

Bren, who is seen as the leader of the enemy regiment - is clearly on the line with the rest of them. Monkey Beasts, Bear Beasts, etc. who headed another unit are so much less problematic.

I was truly cut off from King Ignado. To observe from the content of the conversation I had with King Ignado, I guess I have been a candidate for the next Beast King... is that a force of convincing given that?

He has erupted his fighting temper, avoiding King Ignado's knife with a piece of skin, flying from body to body at close range, usually in between unsatisfactory waves of sword, and has seen a counterattack with a barbaric knife.

It's a unique technique I've never seen before. It's a movement where you pull the blade out of close contact with each other with momentum. Sure, if that's the case, the time doesn't matter. King Ignado dodges that blow, which unites attack and evasion, half-step back.

As soon as the distance is slightly free, Bren's body turns in the air, a struggling blade arcs and is knocked in at a fierce rate. King Ignado's arms jump. Try to push up the belly of the barbarian knife with your wrist to get off track, bend your torso and step past the blade.

From there, a bullet-like knee kick jumps all the way to fate, but Bren was also jumping back a lot trying to get on that knee kick momentum again.

If you think you caught your foot on a pillar of stone and ran spirally through the surface of the pillar with four legs intact, you jump straight to the side.

King Ignard also reacts immediately to follow Bren's movements. Bren responds with a barbaric knife as he jumps laterally and King Ignado sees it shed and countered with fist feet.

Slash, palm bottom, spike and kick. Attack switches dramatically. Rather than being replaced - King Ignado and Bren are all in line with the motion itself and the offense.

Attack while dodging. Evasion while attacking. Reward the attack and body surgery without staying for a second and read each other's moves ahead. With the physical abilities and reflex nerves of the beast man, we can only say.

When each other's attacks clash and leave.

King Ignado dismissed the slashing wave released from the barbaric knife as crushing it with a struggling palm.

Distance opens. King Ignado says quietly.

"Brilliant. You've raised your arms more than ever."

"Kukuku, I've been hit by a move in front of me. I thought about it for myself and let him study it."

"So... too bad. One day you will have surpassed Non and become king of beasts."

When King Ignard says so, Bren grins with his fangs stripped out. I say as I gently tap my shoulder at the peak of the barbaric knife.

"Someday? Is that the next Beast King inheritance battle? It doesn't make sense to win by fighting a faded front. Because every time I challenge the Beast King to do as he pleases. That's how he got in the way of you. That's why he asked me. The reward for success is a one-on-one battle with you."

"... if you try, even if the operation fails, this situation is where you want it."

"That's what happened. I'll tell you what, knock on me and the others, but the information that leads to the mastermind won't come out anyway. I mean, there's a lot of people out there who don't like you for a long time."

Because I don't have the information to connect behind it... Bren will be at a disadvantage in the war, but he's not going to try to escape by directing his men.

Having understood all the circumstances, including the fact that the monkey beast man has lost and reached their own place of investigation... I guess he gives priority to his desire to fight King Ignado over being a commander.

Because the defeat color is intense, I can also say that it is reopening...... If I can fight King Ignado and win, I don't care what happens now or what happens after.

"... okay. I don't know if it was the original battle with Nong that gave rise to such delusions. Everybody, no hands. I'm gonna hang out with you."

With that said, King Ignado sets up and raises his fighting temper to the limbs. When Bren opened his eyes and gave him a joyous look, he burst into King Ignado.

"Absolutely, that battle freak... ugh! I didn't know you would abandon command as if you ignored the war situation......!

And, a hawkman man, who seemed to be a deputy, was skipping directions from a little further away to his buddies, tongue-in-cheek and malicious to Bren.

The war situation's disadvantage cannot be overshadowed. Regardless of King Ignard and Bren, there are too many other differences in strength. I guess that's why I was thinking about retreating. That's how he circled his gaze in it, and Hawkman sent his gaze to compare the entrance and exit with the leggina fighting in it - though.

"- I'm your opponent. I will not forgive you if you intend to stand in the way of His Majesty's battle, and I am not going to let you escape anywhere. Especially... If you're still going to use Regina as a hostage on this, I'm not just going to put it down"

Stuff the time all at once with a compact reep and blow the beasts away with a solid hammer trying to block their way. So when I speak up, the Hawkman man turns around and looks at me. I was blamed for the evil, but that's a reaction.

The war situation is unfavourable, so I guess he was also wondering if he could somehow contain Regina's pattern. If we could indeed have held Regina hostage again, we might have been able to negotiate with her life as a shield to stop her from freeing the prisoners. But, well, that's an impossible consultation. Regina's own strength is considerable, and Cadkeus is on defense.

More than that, I'd like to confirm one thing with this guy who's my deputy.

"Bren said oh, but. What about you? In this case, one or two of you would have to confuse your eyewitness players to prevent betrayal? You... don't you know the guy who asked Bren or the guy behind it?

If he tried to strip his fangs off and laughed and inquired, Hawkman gave him a look that was neither wary nor startling. Yeah. That reaction is enough.

Surplus magic scatters sparks with the Uroboros who raise their joyful voices.

"Hey, what are you doing! You guys, stop that kid!

Hawkman tries to distance himself from me, even as he yells at his comrades who were nearby. No, I tried to take it.

Combine the power of Nemea and Capella and step in with maximum speed. Both the beasts of the escort and Hawkman himself missaw the speed. He took a blow of Uroboros in the face and passed out. The other blows away with a solid hammer.

"Hi-"

It quickly fleshes to the back of the hawkman who was trying to escape. That's how Nemea and Capella intertwine their fangs, nails, and horns to seal their movements with their backs, wings, and shoulders. A blue-white, sparkling uroboros grinned.

"Uh-oh!?

Take away your freedom of movement - gain momentum and stay put -. Go in with the wall hanging in the big hall. The impact of the clash. Kick Hawkman's body and jump back. Hawkman stayed put and rolled to the ground as he peeled his white eyes and slipped down the wall.

A fist wrapped around slaughter and King Ignado's fighting spirit bumps into each other and scatters a spark.

With a barbaric knife wrapped around Bren's waving fighting spirit, he can't hurt King Ignado's body, which should be a bare fist. Concentration and manipulation of unshakeable fighting against weapons. Then exceptional body surgery and speed of reaction deviated by exquisite angles. A business where everything can be formed in a blend.

King Ignado's skill is remarkable. And knowing its strength, Bren's movements, who chose to challenge King Ignard with obsession, are also unusual.

Sewing stormy fist-foot rain between them and stepping in to launch the slaughter.

If you think you have only slightly plundered the proximity of King Ignado's face, King Ignado rolls out the bottom of his palm, with his hands stepping into the midst of dominance. Bren weaves it in, takes it by a defense that focuses his fighting, and jumps backwards to kill the shock to a large extent himself.

Bren is - he knows what King Ignado is doing. There's something like bridging the difference in skill. I guess I've been trained to beat a defeated opponent.

It handles both soft moves that utilize the opponent's power and rigid moves that are rolled out at shell-like speeds.

Still, King Ignado is unshakeable.

Where the distance opens, he wraps his whole body around fighting and steps in at explosive speeds. Bren just responded that there was no later than here.

Low yourself to the extreme - black werewolf men slip into the ground at such a speed that they don't even retain a shadow.

"Whoa, whoa!

Roar and slaughter. on the verge of staggering the two.

A barbarian knife hit the cave ground easily - ripping the rock skin and jumping right from the bottom. Quinquin. A giant pillar of struggle sprays high into the Great Hall with a barbaric knife cut up.

That - King Ignado was breaking through with a stream of struggle that haunted him himself.

Manipulate your own fighting spirit to match the spraying fighting spirit. Tune the flow into a massive fighting slash - stepping inside of the intermission to slip through the walls.

"Hey -!?"

Blen, who is releasing cuts all over his body, has no way of avoiding a subsequent blow. King Ignard's fighting spirit also involves Bren's unleashed fighting spirit. A blow of King Ignado's fist, like a sweeping up from below, became a great vortex of fighting - a tornado that captured Bren's body.

Blow it up. Blow it up like a tree cut. Let the ceiling of the great hall clash with fierce momentum as it rotates, and be held against the ceiling. I leave it for a few moments and it slowly falls.

King Ignado grabbed the garment and stopped the fall before Blen, who had lost consciousness, clashed to the ground. If King Ignard let go, Bren's body rolled to the ground without sound.