Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"I'm going-!"

Stepping in, Grace. Flying in to respond is a giant bear enough to look up.

With the roar of trembling atmosphere, he sees the striking down by his forefoot nails. That - Grace took it with an axe wrapped around a pitch-black struggle. Grace's fighting temper and the wrapped unidentified aura of the Warcraft interfere with each other and scatter sparks.

But the shake down motion stopped. The other axe was bouncing up and hitting back, wondering if he had let the giant bear blow stop without retreating.

Deep lacerations are carved from the flank to the chest plate. The inside of the wound is a blurry light. It is not a decent organism. Once distanced while flying back and forth, the struck bear touches Grace's slashed area with his forefoot.

A rising light, wrapped around his whole body - the aura gathers in the wound, blocking it. Still, whether the attack was stopped or fought back could not be settled in the belly, the giant bear bursts into anger.

Now it's not the weight of a blow I left to power, just when I compete with speed. Apply Grace's axe and massacre at a tremendous density by rolling out the claws wrapping around the aura from left to right. There goes the other one. Stick it up to a giant tiger. Grace wields an axe vertically and horizontally while gaining momentum while attracting two big men who are particularly prominent among the herd of warcraft.

An overwhelming outrage such that the half-breed is instantly lumped into meat in relative terms. While crossing with them, Grace was calmly observing. Behavior and amazing regenerative abilities that wildlife can't possibly have. And glimpses of intelligence and emotion-like reactions -. What is the nature, identity, of the warcraft created?

If you missee that, you could get a handached counterattack with the back hand you're hiding. That's why it's an observation.

"At least, it doesn't seem like a simple magical creature."

A voice that answers Grace's whining like that.

"Strength and nature vary from individual to individual"

Sheila leaves sparks everywhere and cuts them together, unlike eagles at high speeds. Same goes for my friends. It is thorough to say that if you are an instantly powerless and impenetrable type of opponent, you will make observations.

Eagles prevail at linear flight speeds, but fill the difference in that speed with stereotactic and reflex nerves, striking down the feather bullets and cutting them together staggering through the air.

Hiding in the shadow of slashing and pasting the adhesive thread releases a thunderbolt. Strengthen your body for a moment, but also release it so that you can raise your voice and bounce the light that rises from your body, pulling off the adhesive thread and rising high in the sky. Sheila chasing it without hesitation.

For a moment. Even as the eagle moved to escape Sheila's pursuit, an arrow of Illumhilt light was shooting through its head. It's a form I guided after catching up with them off the battlefield and securing a ray. But...

The eagle, who should have been pierced in the head, sprinkles a bullet of feathers impotently in all directions as he wraps around the aura. The next moment I thought so, I would snap an arrow of light, play it, and Sheila would hang it and cut it in.

"The warcraft, with their free will, are controlled by the flag... No matter how different the format of the treasure is from Western magic props, it just seems difficult for the magician and the flag... to have all this on the spot. It seems that even if you crush your head, you are immortal without hindrance to your activity, but also tied to a physical part...... Is this taking something into the shape of an animal? Or..."

Analysis will be overlaid from the information obtained as Rosemary makes a cover-up shooting at Ignis by Magix Rave. Are you in pain, or are you acting? If it is an act, it can be helped by being thrown away at a special moment.

If the Herd of Warcraft cannot stop without defeating the flag manipulating Silow, it will be necessary to strive for a defensive battle so that Theodore is not harmed during the period of his reign.

Already - Ashley and Stephania are building defensive positions around themselves. Attract and fight there? Or can we focus on the Sirius?

No. The split must continue in order not to let the Warcraft go to Theodore or Orier's addition. That's why. We needed to identify the nature accurately.

Besides, the Sirius has also taken on part of the Herd of Warcraft. Theon, Alpha, and Vinckle are responding as shipguards. It is in the form that it corresponds with the deployment of a defensive curtain for the beast of the ink of the ciglitter and the manipulated water in front of you.

The same applies to defensive positions. Pietro makes up for a few disadvantages, Oboro stirs up. It's in the form of little spiders unfolding and stopping threads in 3D and continuing to repel herds of warcraft coming into the defensive field with Eclair, Teal and Thunderbeasts barrage there with the Ashleys.

Rosemary decides that if he is antagonistic in terms of numbers in its present form, it would be a good idea for the guerrilla squad to find a way to push it off without moving it significantly and carry the battlefield in his favor.

Prince Kai responds to the glowing wolf who changes orbit in the air and penetrates.

"So this is-- huh?

If you bounce back with a monetary sword that wraps around the light and wave the other arm that is empty, as you expected ahead of the wolf's movements - countless white grains splashed in radial form. This is the glutinous rice I received at Kazuru Tower. If a Taoist treats it, it dwells on the power of evil.

The dry noise sounds intermittently, and countless mochi rice bursts into the wolf's body. A white smoke and a screaming, glowing wolf took a great distance.

The art of ruin and exorcism shows off the effect. If Rosemary turns her gaze to the likeness of necromancy, Hervorte and Durahan deny it, as if it were all different. That's when. Serafina, caught on Illumhilt's shoulder, raised her voice.

"Spirit - Scary kids, but that's probably close to us!

"Maybe the control of the flag swayed with the moves of sabotage. Indeed, I feel the power close to the spirits"

As he nodded at Serafina's words, he said on the deck of the Sirius before manipulating the cloudy defensive curtain.

Evil spirits, evil elves. I guess that's what it would be if I were to classify it. Natural Violence. Night terror. It's like incorporating the existence that comes from such a place as a nucleus into the vessel of the provisional first beast. Therefore, it becomes a wild warcraft.

Because the power of the flag makes the nature close to the animal, it has physical constraints at the same time, and so on.

"Even if it's not necromancy, attacking with the power of evil seems to have a lot of effect."

"Then I'll come forward."

At the same time as the end of the analysis, everyone changes their movements according to their nature. In response to Rosemary's words, Stephania, riding on Corliss' back, integrated with the Demon of Use by means of crystal armor, penetrated the Warcraft. Hervorte or acorn moves to protect its back.

A light magic blade extends from the tip of the cane. It will be a great weapon like a horse slayer knife, but the weight will remain a scepter in the sword of light. If Corliss' crystals, Ashley, Lavine, and Lindblum's backup projectiles hold off the herd of beasts that penetrate, and Stephania's sword of light rips it off, the beasts touched will be blown away with stuffiness just that.

Class 5 Light Magic - Starblade. It is the magic of a light sword that houses the power of evil.

Vinckle laughs and opens his hands when he sees it. The magic of light - the magic concentrates and its nails and tails glow white.

"- Right. If that's the case."

A blurry light rises from Genlai's body, which was crossed by a tiger and a cane. The front foot of a poking tiger, teasing his fangs, looks at the palm bottom from just below. At the moment of the hit, the blue and white light exploded and the tiger was launched at a far higher altitude.

Xianqi. That is the identity of Genlai's wrapping power. Clean - the effect of being tapped directly into the mind close to the Spirit seems considerable, and the tiger is bouncing around in stuffiness.

- Don't worry about the back.

Raymay lines up behind Genlai.

"In other words - a battle in the form of an aid to those who can use the art of breaking."

"Never mind!"

Jin stands to protect Prince Kai's back, and Prince Kai plunges into the Warcraft.

"I also feel nostalgic for you to protect your back."

"Kuku. Certainly."

He gazed over his shoulders, and Raymay and Genlai turned to each other with a grin.

The guards protecting Cyrus and his deputy - clearly, it wasn't long. What penetrated was a bump in Ingway, plus a rash called Ichiemon. Arms will stand, I guess, but that's a story if they're normal opponents. Ingway gets his jaw bones smashed with a back fist wrapped around the struggle, while Tubaki gets kicked in the face and sinks in waste.

"Me, you crooks! You know us as messengers of Heavenly Son!

The chief-like figure of the escort pulled out his sword, wrapped around his original sneak outfit, and poked him at Ichiemon, who was holding a ninja knife backwards.

I'm gonna pack up some time. To go with that move. Ichiemon wraps his fighting temper around the ninja knife and stands with his index finger and middle finger aligned so as to tie the mark near his mouth. That's it.

The flames were stretched straight out of Ichiemon's mouth as they erupted on the face of the escort.

"Noooo!?

The guard chief, who had been gathered consciousness by a struggling ninja knife, is completely impressed by the unexpected counterattack. The moment I was broiled near my face in a heat wave and turned my body away... Something was poking around my neck, a thin needle.

"Ki, you -!? Still samurai...... hey!

Its identity is a paralysis needle. Even if he tries to set up a sword with a trembling body, the chief escort can't help his hand, or he removes his gains.

"It's not funny that a man who tries to hurt an innocent people wants an honorable battle. It would be a good fit to lose an unnamed vegetarian breakdown."

With that said, Ichiemon stuffs the intermission unconstructively, slamming the peak of the struggling ninja knife full of strength from the top of his helmet. A heavy noise sounded and the head of the escort sank with his white eyes turned.

Behavior has been quick since the deputy facing Orier saw it.

When I pounded my tongue, I opened the lid of a vial that hung on my hips. Three bodies from there. Some shadow pops up. The elongated shadows confronted each of the Ingways as they rapidly gained a sense of 3D.

It's a cow with letters all over his body. Is the vial of a deputy also a form of treasure? Apparently it was a portable substitute for a cow.

However, each of the cows who came had a weapon in their hands, and when they opened their eyes slightly, they took their place as if they had a martial arts experience.

"He's an unafraid opponent. Keoshi said he was stiff after death at first because of the corpse, and that he was not accommodating in his movements."

"When the stiffness is solved after death, the movement becomes supple and tough over time, was it? I don't even have a bill on my forehead. Something… I have the impression that it's special."

Ichiemon continues the word of Tsubaki.

"I've been thinking about countermeasures for kiosks... but it might be difficult on the main road when it comes to being specially made. But there's no shortage for them"

Say so. Ingway wraps up a sharpened fighting spirit.

"Once you get rid of those guys, help me defeat this monster!

The deputy yells like that. The monster, called Orier, opens his mouth quietly, without looking willingly or via.

"It's also a long time since I can remember being told such disrespectful things... well good. You're the one who sent the cows to Hitaca, aren't you? My yarn has the same wavelength."

"What, to? Hitachi? What the hell...?

to the reaction of that deputy. And Orier opened his eyes, and grinned furiously with his fangs.