Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The flying spellfighters have blue and white glowing light rings on their heads, and the human-shaped ones have winged parts on their backs and are designed to wrap around streamlined armor based on white.

The light wheel and white armor look common, and if you look at the whole thing, it looks like it mimics an angel, but... it's all because it's floating, or even if it has legs, it's shaped like a spear from the toe down.

What seemed to be a support shell type was a sphere from the waist down and a cane design on the hand, and the appearance seemed to vary from role to role.

As for the variant - an individual like Grace is dealing with, a purely fortified one who should be the angel chief one time bigger than the others... Rosemary and Ignis are dealing with, a special one who manipulates numerous floating parts like hands and feet.

They perform better than any other spell soldier at a glance, but each of them only exists in its entirety.

Is there a cost problem or is it because the performance is special and not versatile? It is undoubtedly someone who, in any case, falls out of troop operations with only one individual.

Troops, but the spell soldiers themselves are not that numerous. So - Elliott and the others will be dealing with those, trooped spell soldiers.

Elliot, Durahan and Hervorte across Saphir cut ahead and cut with the avant-garde spell soldiers who produced the sword of light from their right hand.

Faces like Ichiemon, Belius, Jake and Pietro cut in to keep them from working with avant-garde spellmen against spellmen who emit blue and white light shelling from the rear.

"Let's go, Saphir"

To Elliot's voice, Saphir of Hippogriff raises his voice with delight. When I wonder if ice armor has been formed to integrate Elliot and Saphir, Saphir kicks the shield for even more acceleration.

Opposite is an angel-shaped spell soldier who produces a sword of light from his hand erected like a handknife. Every time the ice sword and the light sword clash many times in the air, ice shards and flashes splash, leaving the brilliance on the spot.

Reward for slaughter while walking side by side with Saphir. Rapier, wrapped in ice, and the sword of light, cut together many times, and the moment they played each other, Saphir kicked his shield. Angel soldiers deploy a magic formation on their backs to rebuild their posture and stick each other in.

Saphir's wing - a spike in orbit that targets an area not covered in ice -.

Elliot's manipulative ice armor deformed and he was playing to derail the orbit of the angel's spike. Saphir was spinning vertically, as he knew he was going to look like he was going to dive underneath. Struggle lingers on the hooves of horses wrapped in ice cubes, dressed to kick them up as they are. It's a move that neither Elliot nor Saphir can do without full confidence in each other and knowing what's going on ahead.

But at that moment when Saphir's kick was about to strike straight, the reflective spell shield was unfolding.

It was - it was futile. Unilaterally breaking the reflex spell, Saphir's kick strikes directly at the Angel Soldier. Demonic props that disable counter-reflective spells. It's Elena's spell ritual. Angel soldier blowing wide back while being put in chest armor.

At the next moment, the giant spell soldier - Salvatora's sword - passes between the two in a fierce momentum. Flying battles beside battles between giant soldiers. A battlefield as if you would get caught up and lose your life if you lost your mind for a moment.

But concepts such as danger to life do not exist for the spell soldiers. It moves to avoid damage, but that's from the point of view of preserving functionality so you can keep fighting for only a long time.

There is no pain. If it is inevitable, it goes into the attack of abandonment. No starch or stray exists there. The avant-garde type that Elliot is dealing with.

While damaged by angel soldiers, he was rapidly rotating overhead light wheels to unfold directions around his body, flying to quickly parallel to the sword whether he determined the situation was suitable for buying time as Salvatora's sword passed by a piece of skin.

Flapping his wings, he releases a three-day moon-shaped red slaughter from all sides from his tip. Once scattered on all sides, the red bullet unnaturally re-orbits from the middle to approach Saphir and Elliot.

By "cursing" the target of attack, he tracks it everywhere if it is not out of the operator's consciousness. It's an attack spell of that nature.

One direction would be able to cope with the demonic props of the curse. But it's hard to shoot down all the red guided bullets flying from all directions.

But neither Elliot nor Saphir willingly intervene. Jump straight into the front to match the angel soldiers poking in from the front. Angel soldiers from the front. An induction bullet that tracks you from behind.

Did you envisage a motion to hit the operator with a guided bomb by attracting it, then changing direction and avoiding it? Angel soldiers slow down and stay on the spot so that they can move on either side.

Elliot didn't - change his manoeuvre. Spread something backwards as you penetrate at the highest speed...

That's like cutting out paper into a human, hippoglyph type - a replacement talisman by Yin Yang technique. Dark eyes against the spell. An induction bomb that misidentifies the object of the "curse" causes one red explosion after the other behind Elliot.

Avoid an intercepting spike with a piece of skin and beat a water polo that will cover the Angel Soldier by mistake. Elliott manipulates the water polo - diving inside the Angel Soldier from the crack that occurs in his chest armor and transforming it into an ice spike ball as it expands rapidly.

Destruction from the gap of armor to the internal mechanical part. I make sure my torso is crushed from the inside out and the angel soldiers fall as they disperse. Elliot says as he captures the falling avant-garde spell soldiers on the edge of his sight.

"- I wonder if there's a place where if you're prepared for a versus spell... But you can make something like this as a small unit, which is... very troublesome."

I don't think you're losing out on local forces like martial arts and magic. But while it was an artifact, it had considerable body surgery and judgment. I'm sure they're not the kind of opponents you can moderate, and it would be difficult to keep the versus spell warm.

Elliot gives instructions to Saphir to immediately join his companion's support, even if he makes his expression look suspicious for a moment. If you are hand-worked but not absolutely numerous, the more you tilt the scale, the more advantageous the situation should be.

"I didn't know you were prepared for the spell -!"

The magicians of Beschmerck had revealed their dismay, refraining from going backwards in a way protected by the ground forces.

Their job is to protect them in case of ambushes due to underground or transfer, as well as cover attacks on the flight unit's rear guards. It unleashes a black dog curse that devours enemies and provides backup for avant-garde knights, spellmen, and artillery spellmen who serve as rear guards - so to speak, their role as middle guards was their task.

But the cursed hounds, who are sure to capture their opponents from such a distance that normal magic cannot reach them, misidentify their goals and are useless.

Bite down the people-shaped bills and disappear, or eat the attack where you misidentified it and headed for another goal - and the curse is bounced back to the operator. Proof left that the opponent possesses an anti-spell technique.

"Gu Hu!"

Also. A cursed hound is blown up remotely and an operator planted to respond blows up behind him.

And even if I try to help, I'm not conscious.

"You're supposed to be funny. Is this... the ability of the Sleeping Princess? The interference distance seems to have increased in a little while... Again, it's difficult to counteract that. I didn't think it would be a problem if we just got this far."

And it was Diadora who showed up there. I laugh happily when I see an unconscious sorcerer.

"So no, Dear Diadora. This will not leave you with cover!

"On the contrary, if the wear and tear continues like this, you will no longer be able to prepare for an attack from the underground!

Diadora shudders her shoulders to the voice of a sorcerer who raises a hurried voice.

"Knock it off. I'm sure of this already. I'm not sure about that spell in place... but someone familiar with Beschmerck's spell is on the enemy."

"Oh, what the hell..."

"I can't say for sure yet. It is possible that His Majesty's long-standing search has been found? Anyway, if you can't expect a backup attack, just prepare for a metastasis or an ambush from your feet."

"Yes!

Diadora laughed, mocking, at the face of the sorcerer, who seemed a little relieved from awe.

"Didn't the magicians stop attacking? Lord Elena's cursing ritual seemed to have worked quite well......!

You see it as an opportunity, or you flash yourself out of the blue, and Ichiemon kicks the shield and flies.

As for the Artillery Spellfighter, the substitute talisman does not work because the lineage of the artillery itself is different from that of the spell.

I guess it has the effect of preventing one measure from crushing everything by not daring to unify the surgical system. A sword of light from a avant-garde spell soldier. The design idea of being able to fight even if measures are taken against the spell - to deal with the past legacy of Beshmelk called the Demonic Realm - is also a hidden object.

Even so, there is no reason for the Ichiemons to take the delay against the guards who lost the support of the Chinese Guard.

Dark eyes such as separation and camouflage. Or use Oboro's phantom or other means to distract the shooting, scratch and catch the enemy.

Another shelling type that attempted to carry out deviant projectiles from the side after reading Ichiemon's manoeuvres - is dissolved by being exposed to a fire line emitted from Belius's mouth. Apparently, Belius' emitting flames hold firepower that has strayed from its normal orbit. If the defense of the reflex formula is also useless, the artillery type is surprisingly brittle for not having the element of avant-garde melee capability.

Ichiemon sees it sideways, while plugging bitterness into the front and flying away between the shell-shaped armor. At the next moment, the fire technique and gunpowder planted in bitterness reacted and caused an explosion.

Even when the armor on his shoulder was crushed, he lit a light on the tip of the cane and tried to shoot at it - Durahan's sword captured it properly and broke it both ways.

Theodore's training is also involved in shootouts.

Given that, the artillery type shooting capability assumes linkage with the Zhongwei, which is still sweet, Ichiemon thinks. In the first place, it may be unexpected from the design philosophy that an opponent will engage in aerial warfare at an equal or higher speed.

Sheila's manipulative pearl sword and the sword of Cromwell, the Knights of the Kingdom of Beshmerk, clash in the air.

Cromwell drives a flying dragon with a burning red scale. Cromwell himself is a user of the spell, with formations unfolding all over his body, and as he responds to it, Fei Long also has physical enhancements and links with riders.

Kick the magic shield and repeat the reflex. Moment Moments Sheila emerges from a different direction from the motion of the moment you see her as her body appears or disappears.

Cromwell and Fei Long responded to Sheila's motion to instinctively disorient the senses as well. Cromwell took the blow from the top with his sword without even looking at him.

Reinforcement by spell, not reinforcement by struggle. Red and black brilliance wrapped around Cromwell's limbs. Stop the blow with force that you wouldn't otherwise be able to take.

Sheila took the tail of the bouncing flying dragon with the other pearl sword. Cromwell's cut back blow is a spell sword.

- Slipping through Fei Long's body, the red blade approaches Sheila. Using a nervous reflex nerve, he rinses and takes it with a struggling sword - delayed and the spell-relieving magic item breaks down the spell sword, but loses the momentum to be wielded, and is bounced back a lot.

Limiting the object of the curse cleaves enemies without scratching the Fei Long. That's the move.

As in pursuit, knights and flying dragon swords, nails, and fangs that tries to rip and wipe away what's around them as they rotate. Sheila jumps backwards as she kicks her shield to the right and opens her mouth.

"The knight's side reacted in Fei Long's sight even though he didn't look like a knight now. It complements each other's senses with spells... flesh and reflex speed... and also enhances the five senses. And the spell will not work."

Sheila's words also mean sharing information within her peers. But you thought it was a word directed at you, and Cromwell laughs and flies the slash of struggle from his sword to Sheila twice and three times. Sheila responds directly from the front as she slips through the slaughter of her fighting temper.

"You're a demonic prop that carved out a spell-relief ceremony to an impromptu spell for combat......! I don't know about such a technique, or where you got it... We use a spell against each other to unite people, a new enhanced spell obtained through the study of experimental subjects! It's not a spell directed outside, so know it won't work for us!

That way it becomes a fast battle that never stops moving against each other. Attack of the misguided. Swords with Cromwell entities. A red sword flash that ignores the body of a flying dragon and the claw teeth of a flying dragon. Sheila responds with a pair of swords and a slender, three-dimensional body technique in response to that tremendous maneuver.

He suppresses Cromwell's sword with a double sword trying to tangle and jump up, releasing a thunderbolt from his small hand. It's supposed to be electrically shocked. It's blocked by a red and black barrier and misty before it touches the body. A flying dragon tries to spread his maxilla from side to side and devour his neck.

Sheila jumps back to deflect her torso, arcs to let herself fall free, and kicks the shield around to accelerate downward as well as the blade sliding through her body. In the next moment, turn around. I've rebuilt my position and carried out a slaughter like a mistake.

Cromwell also wraps his inner tongue around Sheila's fighting skills, accustomed to multi-on-one combat, 3D combat as well. I'm guessing the attack from an invisible position is also breaking through the correspondence that we grasp with Fei Long's gaze. So we can also avoid the blow of the spell sword.

But. Reinforcement by spells and sensory integration with horsemen can capture even such Sheila's movements. No matter how disillusioned you may seem, there are limits to how far you can move. If either the Knight or the Fei Long pay attention in separate directions, respond in the direction they moved, and the other one there sets up a chase, there is no reason to take the delay. The number of hands, the number of eyes. This one can only be used twice as much.

If the enemy's preparedness for the spell is also ineffective for you. All you have to do is crush it with force. As a matter of fact, the Beastman's daughter is on the defensive side...

"You - I know what's going on back there, Mouth. I don't need to hesitate. Plus, two on one. Until we do the same."

Such cold emotional words were heard on the wind. An arrow emits a tedious, tall sound - thrusting through between Sheila and Cromwell and the others.

"Gu!?

A feeling of dazzling thoughts. Both Cromwell and Fei Long react to Sheila's blow, which has cut into aligning their breath with the movement of the arrow, for a moment. That's how he had his cheeks shallow and cleaved.

"Yes, what's that -!?"

An arrow flew in from across the fog - it belongs to Illumhilt.

Hosting the power of evil, it uses the same effect as a curse to disturb the control of Cromwell and his technique - the unity of the senses.

Sheila is nature. It cuts into Cromwell without changing any movement. That's the same as before. Even though it's like a re-bake move - then it's different. Before the mistake. On the way away. The spell's control is disturbed each time an arrow scatters the sound of evil. I can't even concentrate on the spell sword.

Impossible, Cromwell bit his teeth.

Shooting into such a position that it does not inhibit the movement of the Beastman's daughter and would hit if Cromwell took one more step. Behavior as if you have no fear that you might hit an arrow on your side. That connection that you can't do without knowing everything about each other from the beginning.

With more accuracy, how the hell is the archer grasping this move from beyond the fog?

The offense is reversed. Now Cromwell and Fei Long will be on the defensive side. The kind of arrow that will dimension the flow at the point of need. The power of the breaking put on there is intense, and the control is truly disrupted. It has the nature of uniting senses, but therefore the shock of a curse knocked in from the hearing becomes an intolerable pain, causing Cromwell to suffer.

Even if I cut into Sheila in a tearing mood, I was avoided half-hearted. The tip of Sheila's jumping toe had a blade that was planted. A blow from a dark vessel that was put into a struggle.

"Shit!"

Avoid deviating greatly from the upper body. It's going to fall off its back, coupled with Fei Long's rising motion. If you are a normal dragon knight, being dropped from a dragon is a desperate situation.

Cromwell, however, turned away greatly without resisting and was away from the Fei Long himself. It's also acting to get a desperate look on your face.

Fei Long also causes Cromwell's body to rise again to hide and follow his movements. I already gave the order before I left. Fei Long should do exactly what Cromwell thought he would do.

If the opponent can attack with the accuracy of the linkage, then...!

Blinds by Fei Long giants -. The same as flying a spell soldier, flipping from a free fall using a flying spell. Explosive release of a refined fighting spirit. The Beast Man appearing from the shadow of Fei Long's body encounters a special spike that pushes him through the fastest and shortest distance. The excess hand has a backward spell sword activated. A technique that can be cleaved even if avoided on the side of a flying dragon.

But Sheila doesn't avoid it. He was maneuvering like he was going straight into chasing me down to the falling Cromwell. That's where Cromwell wants it. As soon as you are re-posturing and launching an attack with a flying spell, you will receive your attack sooner -!

The moment you push through, cross the spell sword as well. It should have been an orbit that pierced the beast man's body and snapped his neck. But... the Beast Man's body blew up.

Water. Water. That's split with water.

If I followed her sideways, Sheila was also following the movement by trying to hide in Fei Long's body again. With the necklace of the curse in front of you. Is that - a prediction that it will attack over a flying dragon with a spell sword? A move to crush two choices from the beginning.

When I wonder if the white thread has been entangled in the flying dragon to seal my movements, an electric shock is made from a situation where the spell's defense is unbearable. An enemy black flying dragon scratches in the air as he peels off his white eyes and falls into the forest beneath his eyes.

"Retain"

Swordswallowing dialogue. Kick the shield and fly as you disappear, Sheila's movements, position your voice. I followed him with my eyes. I chased him. That was Cromwell's failure.

Or as long as you're on a flying dragon. While withstanding the impact of the arrow, it may have been possible to detect the generation of a split body. The ensuing attack would have been avoided as well. But right now, Cromwell's only sensation is his own.

Shock and pain ran to my feet. A giant arrow like a spear flew in at a fierce speed, shooting through his tibia.

A ridiculous arrow momentum of speed that is not comparable to an arrow. You can't let an arrow of that speed go even when you use a barista. My body swims by eating giant arrows of flashing speed. A thick fog was torn apart by the momentum of a giant arrow - I could see Lamia setting up a big bow in the distance.

But that was all he could recognize. Shock and thunderbolt to the skull. Sheila's Pearl Sword Peak captured Cromwell's helmet properly.