Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"Ha! That's fun! What's your name!? My name is Ginaida!

"Sheila. I didn't think you'd name her while she hid her face."

"Ha! If it has to be a name, you can change it!

Sheila penetrates toward the metal whip approaching directly from the front. Stand by to intercept the pearl sword head-on in your hand.

The opposing beast man - Ginaida makes the sound of the air blowing up if she facilitates a snap and the whip track changes from vertical to horizontal.

Sheila expands her shield. Lower your posture and stick it out so that you just slip in the bottom expecting a change in orbit.

Ginaida whistles at its palm, swinging more whips as she flies backwards, maintaining a constant distance from Sheila. If the whip that wraps up the struggle sounds bursting, a shockwave of struggle is emitted from there towards Sheila.

Even if the tip is not hit directly, it can be set from as far and as angled as Ginaida thinks if it is within the whip's attack zone.

A weapon called a whip. It is true that the range is brittle in terms of defense if it is stopped long or close. But Ginaida had the extra skill to make up for it.

Avoid Sheila's unleashed slashing waves and throwing knives by responding to flying tools at unique reflective speeds of the Beast Man. If you back off, you chase, if you get chased, you back off. Unattached tactics. Going after Sheila, who disappears and shows a delusional movement, would be because of Ginaida's superior sensation. Don't let Sheila get close by mobilizing all five senses.

Sheila avoids the impact of impending struggle from overhead or behind, jumping left to the right at survey and reflex speed, avoiding. Ginaida's whip roars and approaches as she pursues. Sheila rewards the attack by skipping the fight while avoiding it.

Neither will stop for a moment. Keep a certain distance and launch an attack while dodging. Countless slashes and shockwaves fly between them as they dance and dance in the air.

In the middle of it - Sheila takes out a sphere made of paper from her nostalgia and throws it away. An obscure object, but not in orbit to hit. Keep an eye only on Sheila's movements as she grasps the position of the sphere as she takes the distance.

Sheila was - skipping the fight over the sphere she threw. That spreads black smoke all around me wondering if the sphere burst. It is a smokeball caught from the Ninjas of Yokocho Sakura at night.

"Give me a little work!

Follow the smoke movement with your eyes as you fly back. How she scratched her feet, and if Sheila tries to pierce the smoke, the smoke moves in the air flow. I follow a stream of smoke with my eyes just because it's easy to see through - unnatural movement and slap the whip in.

Even if it's a feint, I can pull the whip back and deal with it at the next moment, more than I'm taking the distance.

Response to a whip slapping something. It was a substitute split made of water that went into two pieces like a blast. But I saw it. Faster than Ginaida tries to pull the whip back - something was snagging at it.

"What!?

The adhesive thread of the arachnearing held by the sealer can be adjusted in nature and shape when released to some extent. Just fly one at high speed, reticulate it and release it - or consolidate it after it is bullet-shaped and tensioned.

Sheila's aim was - to inhibit the movement by adhering a sticky bullet to a whip made of braided metal. That's why I let the water split fly and whip out.

Sheila penetrates through the shortest distance from the smoke.

Ginaida with a stunned look on her face. wielding a whip, but it was far from her ideal orbit. Spray the adhesive bullets hardened by the whip movement and struggle - but you can't follow Sheila, who approaches the fastest, shortest distance. By then, Sheila had already stepped inside of the time.

"Sweet!

Ginaida laughed. My left hand, which does not hold a whip, protrudes in the shadow of my body and my nails also become huge. Devil's arm and deformation to nails. Spikes are rolled out by the claws of a struggling demon, as they intercept Sheila as she penetrates.

This is - Ginaida's hand. A special piercing hand waiting for the person who scratched the whip.

Too huge a nail when it comes to concealed weapons drives their perception crazy. The way in which the intermission was taken, the timing when it was rolled out, and the arrangement of hiding the deformity behind the body, were perfect.

But... Sheila turns with a swirl of water around her body. A whirlpool of water reinforced by a struggle distracts the nail from its orbit. Ginaida's body flowed through the piercing of her body.

Sheila's struggle in water armor is considerable. Sheila expected me to hide her proximity hand from the start because she uses a weapon like a whip.

That's why we came to the perfect opportunity to pack time, and we focussed more on defense than on attack.

"- Sweet"

You must be. Sheila's Pearl Peak strikes directly into the back of Ginaida's head.

"Huh!?

Sheila was concentrating her fight on defense, so the strike itself is not a great deal of power. Except when the pearl sword is charged. blanks of consciousness due to impact and muscles that constrict unresponsively.

The next attack is launched from Sheila, who took away her body's freedom with a lightning strike and scaffolded her shield and switched positions. A swirl of water and a brawling heel captured Ginaida's brain.

In the second shock, Ginaida completely stripped her white eyes and fell.

Grace's pitch-black fighting moves in tandem with the axe-shaking arm movement, approaching as a shockwave that sprays up from the bottom. That - the Raptor brothers avoided it on a piece of paper.

"Shh! A monster, this woman!

"This much destructive power! You can't have it forever! Don't be frightened!"

Different digits of destructive force, enough to vibrate to the shock and atmosphere. I could see that it had enough power to convince me that if I hit it, I wouldn't just be sorry.

Grace's struggle was - a struggle of a special nature, like never before seen by his brothers. He stays to dance around Grace as he is released and responds to Grace's movements like a creature. That's the impression. I don't know what I'm good at. I feel more instinctive fear in the struggle itself than in the Grace body.

Still - I am able to avoid the moves that are rolled out. The brothers are the beasts of the clan. He had such good eyesight that he was able to break through the forest at night with the highest speed maintained so as to embody his abilities, and a unique rate of reflection for the beast man.

In addition, the brothers' unique liaison. Take advantage of them to engage Grace.

But if you touch it, it's a blowing destructive force. We're fighting to make up for each other's gaps instead of replacing each other, but we can't cut them together properly. Stand in the front and take it, etc., so outside.

So it becomes a passive way of fighting that cuts in the middle of nowhere. I said I'd wait for it to wear out, but if I allow the bomb to hit me by then, that's it. The brothers felt they needed some means to cut Grace down.

The power for this is - there is. The power given by Berkfritz -. The brothers cross their gaze only for a moment, moving away from Grace's steps and responding with a bullet of struggling feathers.

Swirl to next. On the next offense - set up a battle!

So I decided my heart, and the black-winged claw approached Grace. That's how he released the power he held inside his body.

The dark space expands around the dark body. It's the ability of the demons you've captured.

The Dark Night is an advantageous field for them, the beasts of the Original Qian. Most of all - that's the same thing for Grace.

Brothers approaching the darkness. Blackie flies up to avoid Grace - Whiteie sticks from side to side into Grace. Grace caught the movement with her eyes - red and shining eyes.

My brothers have also known from the beginning that in the darkness it is not even an illusion. I fully understood that Grace's signs of a wrapped night had something for us.

So - the next attack is our destiny. Grace's blade area gleams as she slips through to alter her orbit. From darkness to light. White light burns the retina of the beholder.

I can't use light blindness in the light of day. That's why the darkness.

Baihui unleashes a slash of fighting spirit on the straight horizontal letter, and the black cunt who took the uppermost part is distracted by the light and squeezes the fighting spirit enough to be said to be the whole spirit, falling straight down so as to strike down the sword erected on the upper part of the great.

Grace's eyes are indeed closed by flashing. Vertical and horizontal corrugated attacks.

But...

Those trajectories were perfectly captured the moment the white and black bodies touched by the pitch-black struggle that spread around Grace. The pitch-black struggle sprays further out of the body, simultaneously fronting and overhead with an axe wrapped around it.

"Nah."

Only then has the brother's blow been scattered with an axe and taken lightly.

Such an impression, like beating a heavy big rock. That's nothing more than the difference in output and strength between Grace and his brothers as it is. A powerful blow to his body can't break Grace's power.

Still, Grace's vision hasn't recovered yet. Then just aim where the struggle is getting lighter. You just have to move not to touch the fighting spirit.

But that's it. If Grace waves his arm, the momentum will cause Blackie to be bounced off, and the fighting will reshape like a thinly squeezed needle, becoming a scatter of splashes and attacking his brothers.

It is not powerful but causes minor injuries to the body of the brothers. So. That was enough for Grace. Even if the sight has been taken away, even the smell of blood is enough.

They step in the front at explosive speeds. White Buddha tries to leave, but that doesn't come true. There was a chain involved in my leg.

"I got you."

I don't know why. But they capture the movement completely. My eyes are still closed.

"Ugh, whoa!?

Attracted, he slapped me in the back fist. Unimaginable destructive power from unimaginable operation. The feathers are scattered and a fierce momentum blows the whites away.

Grace opens her eyes to see if her vision is finally recovering. I've been gazing at you since the beginning when you said you had the effect of crushing your eyes, but you know where you are.

"Oh, no! Can we talk about something stupid?

Blackie summons in despairing sights and facts. Indeed, brothers are inferior to other high brothers in physical strength. But - even an attack as normal for Grace, the brothers must be subjected with the whole spirit. There was a difference in force there until such an irrational.

It is the spearman Hawkman who is engaged with Durahan. Respond with a struggling spike while flying through and dodging a diseased horse assault.

The great sword of a knight without a jumping neck. Speed that I don't think is a big weapon.

Neither assault nor slaughter can be properly received. Durahan's attacks are all that heavy and destructive. But he gained the ability to manipulate the wind with the power of demons. The speed of the flight goes over Durahan.

against Durahan at that speed of flight. Avoid slashing and roll out a spike from an angle that is difficult for the knight to receive. But Durahan's body was moving off and out of time. The horse itself jumped to the side. Amazing reaction rate, like it's easy to have a single human horse. And impossible behavior on normal horseback riding.

"... like knights, horses are not decent creatures, are they?"

If so, it is not something that I know if knights can also be defeated in a legitimate way. It is not clear.

On top of that Hawkman thinks. A knight without a neck is a summoner. The girl did summon me at the time that the battle should begin.

Then defeat the surgeon, who is the main unit rather than the opponent properly, and you will win.

So - during the attack with Durahan, he weaved an attack aimed at the main body of the magician.

Spikes of needle-like struggle, like sniping a distant opponent. The attack did not actually arrive, inhibited by the defensive positions' companions and the disc-shaped shields dancing in the sky - but only then can we expect the effect of curbing Durahan's movements to some extent. Show me even once and I'll just feint my gaze at the surgeon himself.

The nature of the attack is also convenient to remove enemy defenses and inflict a blow.

A tactic of war that wins at speed but can therefore be taken. Durahan stopped moving to a large extent to accommodate the move aimed at Mallane. Attract Durahan by rolling out feather bullets and spear spikes as he flies around it, buying time and cultivating his fighting spirit.

Launch an attack on the Operator, striking Durahan with a blow that can only be defeated if it is to shelter it. That's the kind of muscle writing.

Either way. Whether to defeat the operator body or Durahan. It's only helping our people that we're attracting one strong enemy.

But -. Durahan's figure inadvertently disappears into the void.

"What!?

Follow that figure and circle your gaze. And see.

The summoner girl is rolling out a magic circle. Re-summonce after repatriation. If you can't treat Durahan as an effective force, we'll pull him back to hand and re-compartmentalize him. A girl looks at Hawkman with a resolute look.

"Don't lick me, you hungry ghost! I'll tailor you just the way I want!

That's what Hawkman says, adding a full twist to his body and seeing a spike with a spear. Instead of being a needle-like spike, it becomes a helical shell, approaching Mallane, which is in the main body of the defensive position.

It's a massive blow from a built-up struggle. It's not something that can be stopped by a half-breed defense -.

But. No one turned to the summoner's defense compared to what was expected. Direct hit. Shattered crystals.

"Hey!?

It's a substitute for Corliss' creation of a crystal statue with a mirage on it. That's how he also loses sight of the main body and circles his gaze - capturing the re-summoned Durahan figure.

Hawkman bites his teeth and follows it. If there is illusion, it is difficult to capture the main body. Because if a substitute is created, as earlier, it will not be able to discern it from afar.

That's how I caught up with the Knight Without a Neck - I saw a huge magic circle spread from Durahan's nostalgia.

Illusion. The figure of the surgeon himself is with the knight on horseback.

I've already lost it too late to understand the fact that I've been lured. A giant swirl of thunderbolts was being released from the tip of Mallane's fine sword. Thunder magic for wide area control. Class 7 Lightning Storm.

Hawkman devours his teeth in an attempt to connect his consciousness far away in the vortex of thunder strikes. But that was also a futile story. A knight with no neck flying from the horse looms. The horse was seen returning to the defensive position with the operator himself on board.

I was laughing. That neck in Durahan's hand, he was laughing. Bearing the Great Sword on its back, he grabs Hawkman's collar, still paralyzed by his body with one empty hand, and flies at a fierce speed. Ahead is Ashley's created pillar of ice -.

"Uh-oh!?

Beat from the face to thick ice columns. Two, three degrees. Dulahan abandoned Hawkman when he was completely unconscious when he entered the ice pillar.

King Ignado recieves Boris' rolling fist.

It creates flow in the struggle wrapped around the arm, creating maximum effect with minimal movement and amount of struggle. Fight back from there to the flowing body. Plunging his positive fist on his cheek with a piece of paper, a bouncing Boris claw blow. King Ignado was turning and avoiding a blow that would tear heaven apart.

As it were, I wondered if King Ignado had touched that wrist that unleashed a nail strike, his arms tangled to get involved. Without defying the momentum, Boris rotates and jumps to avoid getting his arm broken. King Ignado throws away further nail strikes that jump and roll out of position as they are.

A grin comes to Boris' mouth when he regains his posture. Boris progresses as he releases a shockwave vertically and horizontally from the struggle wrapped around his nails. King Ignado flies to the side. Clashes with Boris impending to follow. King Ignado also takes a rampage with his arms to deflect the beating point of the elbow punch.

"Excellent......! This is King Ignado!

"That's what happened. It's a shame to see you like this."

Such is the word of King Ignado. Nearly, Boris grins furiously, increasing his fighting temper to enhance his speed and power. of Boris. That should rightly be called just fisting. A blow taken out after a struggle has the power of a Special.

Still, it is true that earlier, he was avoided a massive attack and nearly broke his arm as it was. Now just because you don't let that happen, countless fists and piercings are rolled out in fine motion.

Stream each other's moves and clash your fists against each other.

Attacks are carried out at great speeds at close ranges like fires. Martial arts vs. martial arts. Beastman vs. Beastman. readings in the hand at unusual speeds.

The bullets of struggle released by one bouncing movement of the wrists plunder each other's cheeks and nostrils. A slight break opens up for Boris to avoid slipping away from his torso. King Ignard's kicking leg jumps from just below there, releasing Boris' knife of striking down, momentum gained by the recoil of the motion avoided to respond.

Instantly converged fighting shells are unleashed simultaneously, colliding and causing a burst. Mistakes open, inverted. Go in without retreating from either.

Develop a stronger fighting spirit in your offense, chopping it down, and then tapping into a fateful blow at once. The aim of each other is clear.

In the exchange of countless attacks, King Ignado scratches Boris' attack and steps closer in time than he was close to. That's how I attach my fist to my flank.

Link the movement and steps of the whole body. From the mere state it was accompanying, a blow burst that instantly exploded a tremendous power. The kind of shock that pushes through Boris' flank strikes out - but King Ignado, who should have struck an attack in response, was opening his eyes.

Boris' body touched is not that of a legitimate organism. It's like a rock or something. Feels like you slapped your armor. When he eats up his teeth and runs out of King Ignado's blow, he sees a nail strike as it is.

From his focussed arm to King Ignard's chest, he inflicts a laceration.

"Gu!"

Pull. King Ignado falls back. Step in only for what you have lowered. Focus your fight on your nails. King Ignado also showed his defensive set-up, wrapped up in a struggle. Countermeasures against nail strikes. He's defending his neck and heart with his arms to prevent a fatal injury.

Boris, however, had coldly identified a less strife spot and had slammed his full penetrator in there. The aim is belly. A blow that wears a gut.

And - see something incredible there.

The struggling nails, they didn't pierce. He said he was aiming for a thin spot of defense by fighting.

He was caught in King Ignado's movements, and his arm bones were broken. The war comes late.

"At this rate, I took it by concentrating my struggle on the inside... ugh! You think they led the attack?

Reason, I know. What's hard to believe for Boris is the precision and speed with which he manipulates the struggle. And it's an unparalleled reading.

Even if you suffer a hand injury and get disfigured, all of your defenses and dodges are directly linked to moves to fight back. Besides, King Ignado was already trying to roll out his next move.

So, what moves come next? Strike or slaughter? No use. I can't get that kind of attack to myself when I'm activating demonic abilities. It is the ability gained to infuse everything into an attack without turning a fight on defense.

If that's possible, destroy your joints -! Destroy your other arm and take your fighting power, or come and break your neck and kill me -! Bear that blow and kick the rest of your fighting spirit back -.

But King Ignado's attack was neither of them. to Boris' shoulder and flank trying to protect his neck. Slap the knife in at the same time. The impact pushes through the inside of the body.

Both should have been enough to withstand a single blow. But two shocks struck from different angles clash in the body to create greater destructive power. Boris' body rocks to an unusual impact compared to the force he was attacked with.

And the next moment, what Boris saw was the figure of King Ignado, who drew his fist greatly. I can see you concentrating on a huge amount of struggling fists.

He said he was the strongest beast king in history because he was extremely soft and strong. Boris understands with instinct, not words. That's how the fists rolled out had become giant fighting shells, filling all Boris' sight.