Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Ignis and Maxwell were relative to one another, among the flying spell soldiers, who emitted an international discoloration. The main unit is unknown. Maybe the sphere that receives the light wheel is the main body. An incredible pattern of light emerges on the surface. It floats countless 3D objects around it, yet spinning fast around itself like a satellite.

For example, orthotetrahedrons, orthohexahedrons, orthohexahedrons, orthododecahedrons, etc. …. They don't come in all sizes and shapes. It's like a building block toy. But they are undoubtedly the "weapons" of this special spell soldier.

Although he looks unusual - Ignis steps in without a problem. Those 3D shifts away from Maxwell's blow, which was struck with fierce momentum, like snakes and whips, playing Ignis' giant.

After a moment, he returned to the satellite orbit that normally goes around the sphere, but when I wondered if another 3D had become incandescent, it became a bullet of unstoppable velocity for my eyes to swing at and pour down.

Maxwell deploys magnetic lines. Put it on a rail of magnetic force and rotate it like a windmill at high speed to create a barrier. A tremendous metal noise sounds and the bullet blows in all directions - but. Even if it loses momentum, it floats on its own, joining the moon around the Sphere Spellfighter again.

Ignis steps in without hesitation and rolls out the slaughter, but uses a fast rotating satellite ring like a shield or armor, responding to Maxwell's magnetic slash punch. Wind cuts and deafening metal sounds.

When a three-dimensional flock pops out of the edge of the satellite ring, it returns in orbit like plundering the back of Ignis while making a big detour. Allow the 3D to rub against each other with armor and scatter sparks.

A series of three-dimensional rings are squeezed to tangle and remove Ignis' torso, but before that, he had left the glow of magical light propulsion from his nail tip and left the scene over.

A pattern of light floating on the surface of the sphere - moves to follow Ignis' departed tip. It is also, however, like an eye shaped by the tattoo of light -.

Although it is a different figure and method of combat, Rosemary thinks that the tattoo of light may be the sensory organ of a sphere spell soldier.

"I wanted to keep it a little warmer, but it doesn't make any sense. Shall we spare no effort?"

"Sure, you're strong."

Maxwell answers.

Rosemary was at the end of the spell soldier's gaze.

"Hey, what is that?"

Such is the voice of the General of Beschmerck.

Follow Ignis and Maxwell beside him, and Rosemary was - putting that body in the vehicle.

That's - to associate with Ignis, a substitute for chariot. The armor, the design, matches what Ignis looks like...

Chariot, but with parts that resemble feet, not wheels, at the bottom. The equivalent of the foot moves in various directions, but it becomes an operational ejection hole for performing magic light propulsion from the tip, not for walking and running.

The chariot is powered by the Demon Stone of St. Knight, which protects the deep depths of the labyrinth. Structure close to a small airship, with three series of small floating furnaces incorporated to offset the inertia and impact on the occupants.

Streamlined parts are pressing forward, with Ignis's rear, lumbar armor unfolding, and Ignis connecting his body to a streamlined magical creature with a mythrill silver armor - making him look closer to Centaur.

The dimension is that Centaur and Chariot join together to be protected by robust armor and magical barriers, without the need to exercise their own floating control, and can focus on strengthening Ignis and covering shooting on the front line.

If Ignis connects its body - the Demon Stone runs at its full capacity, and the glow of magic illuminates its surroundings.

"Ooh. This is good. It's getting stronger."

Full but not excessive. Maxwell, with an optimized magic supply, brightens and brightens the nucleus to sound like a pleasant voice.

Rosemary, sitting in the cockpit with her legs together, grinned thinly as she touched the control sphere.

- Shall we begin, Ignis, Maxwell?

Hammers and Maxwell in both hands. Ignis, united with Chariot, plunges into the spell soldier with tremendous acceleration as he pulls the tail of his magical light propulsion.

That's - much faster than when you fortified Ignis with magic thread. Four chariots, two Ignis feet. Rosemary was laughing, even as she was accelerated by a magical light eruption consisting of a total of six gates. The built-in floating furnace reduces the load on the crew.

A spherical spellman opens wide his eyes floating on his body surface. A 3D satellite immediately intercepted the Ignis and the others.

Shake the hammer and Maxwell vertically and horizontally, sprinkling high-speed rotating 3D satellites. A flash of electromagnetically accelerated Maxwell plunders over the sphere.

I passed by - at that moment I thought. Rosemary's unleashed Magics Rave was surrounding the sphere.

"Blow it up."

Magic Slave activates the Fire Magic Repel Burst simultaneously. That means - blast pressure from all directions pushes against the spell soldiers.

The sphere pops out of the blast flames with a strange squeal that rubs the metal together. Sounds like you've stretched a reflex spell, but it still doesn't cover all directions. Reflective damage also just burns up an alternate talisman at Rosemary's disposal, and it doesn't reach Rosemary.

I guess you decided it was no use attacking a magical creature with Mithrill silver armor. The Spellman shoots and unleashes the satellites, his weapon, at Rosemary riding the chariot.

Chariot draws an arc and returns to the track. Ignis and Maxwell are on their way. Spread them around - but I can't shoot them off. Quantity over quality. Unleash the defensive satellites, and use everything to tailor Rosemary, the pilot...

But... Multiple magic shields were stretched around Rosemary. Chariot is also a magical creature. I entrust the direction of movement to the control of others, and my consciousness and feeling realize the iron wall by using it exclusively for defense.

Expand a thick magic shield as you scatter countless spark lights to thrust through the bullet rain - chariots looming.

Spherical Spellfighters also enhance themselves by spells by emitting rays of light. I try to accelerate and distance myself while I take the satellites.

Spellfighter speed does not extend to chariots. However, if you increase the speed and move in the same direction, you can weaken the momentum of the assault.

- That's sweet.

Such a rosemary voice. Suddenly - there was an impact from the direction of progress.

"You're not the only one with a satellite."

Rosemary's satellite bullet, which received a light magic camouflage by Magic Slave, penetrated from the direction of travel. There is no way to avoid this to the spell soldiers who were turning their minds to the Rosemary and the others who chased them from behind.

Dear Mistake, Maxwell, accelerated by magical light and magnetic force, was shaken off by the power of Ignis. The sphere is cut in two straight from the center - causing an explosion behind the chariot.

When Rosemary sees it, she takes out the feather fan and covers her mouth.

"... Hmm. As you knew from the commissioning, the amount of power you can use instantaneously is draining heavily. It's overwhelming, but we need to be careful what we allocate."

That's how I turn my gaze to my people. There's still room. We should join forces and guide the war situation in our favor. That's how Rosemary touched the control ball.

Right next to Huge Golem and Gashadokro and Salvatora continue to engage, they clash several times.

The pitch-black struggle swirls, scratching the flashes emitted by the Spell Soldier - the Angel Chief.

Grace waves an axe vertically and horizontally as she steps in at a speed that does not fasten the shadow.

The opposing angel length shines a light wheel, letting the winged parts unfold innumerably separately and shooting light bullets in from all directions, flying around at a speed no less than Grace's. Grace's axe and angel-length spears stagger and scatter sparkling light.

Breaking out that he was prepared for the spell, the Chief Angel had earlier fought Grace by limiting his spell-based surgical use to his own enhancements only.

This is the result. Strength and strength. moves and moves. Stagger at speeds that deviate from the normal track and beat each other's gains with unparalleled force.

Grace defends against 3D shooting by stretching walls with pitch-black fighting around herself, and an angel chief who tries to break through by dispersing Grace's fighting with shooting from separated wings and a corrugated attack on the body.

Right next to it. Gashadokuro wraps his black-purple aura around him as he shows a snarky and laughing trick, slamming the bone knife on Salvatora.

Grace is also pushing further into the Angel Commander.

Flashing the brilliance of a red and black curse, the angel-length spear casts Grace's twin axes. Mutual gains. The tip of the hand swings through at a speed that does not fasten the shadows, scattering countless sparks in the air.

A flash of light runs from all sides to sew through the gap of the struggle. Grace punches an axe in her face, shifting it at the tip of her spear and overlapping her counterattack on the counterattack.

Every flash emitted is cancelled by a pitch-black struggle, even in orbits that do not directly hit Grace. Because the angel chief repeats his shooting after putting Gashadokro or Huge Golem on the ray.

He takes it with an axe he crosses, and Grace's kicking leg jumps. The Chief Angel is defended by a cursed structural enhancement. Still make a heavy metal noise and the angel length blows up behind you.

Fighting shells are unleashed to sew the gap - smashing one of the angel length's separated wings. The components that make up the wings that combine the turrets also require a high degree of manoeuvrability, but they did not avoid Grace's fighting air bullets - probably because there was still Salvatora behind it.

Shots from Salvatora instead. When a number of red magic formations unfold on the armored surface, they also emit rays against Grace. Take that - Huge Golem takes it.

The crushed parts are absorbed from the ground for repair. Huge golem chased to Salvatora with inexhaustible regenerative abilities instead of dull.

While providing support to each other in this way, the giant soldiers also repeat their sword triumphs at a size out of normal orbit. A giant sword of red curse clashes with a black-purple bone knife of Gashadokuro. Sounds awesome roaring and shocking all around.

When the Huge Golem releases a rock bullet from his arm and wonders if a summoning gate has deployed in the air, Kraken's leg tangles Salvatora's arms and legs to inhibit movement. Right next to a battle on such a ridiculous scale, two human-sized meteors stagger and scatter sparks.

Two, three and an angel chief crushed the wing turret in the offense pulls its wings back to himself. When the wings were connected to his back, more red glow than ever erupted from the angel length.

It would be a decision that Grace's concentration should be concentrated a bit more as a force in the body than it is in space control.

If each one is destroyed, it will be severely shredded, and Grace's fighting shell is a destructive force that has strayed from its normal orbit. If being shot by Salvatora can be an effective hit, you should have a more thorough melee than a shootout.

Angel chief poking in at explosive speed. Grace intercepting head-on. Shockwaves scattered at the moment of the clash. Meet with the axe and the spear as you go, meet.

Plundering each other's bodies, bumping each other's gains. Still won't take a step back.

Diadora watched the sight from the main unit. Red crystal in its hand.

"The world is wide with such delicacies - but can you beat Presquez, who binds the curse and draws endless power?

Red, shining crystal. as to back up Diadora's words. Behind the ground army, there was a group of magicians who continued to provide strength, knotting their mark with all their heart.

The other magicians stopped the direct support of the cursed artillery in order to protect the magicians in charge of the supply. Angel Chief - It does not mean that Presquez's instantaneous output increases, but his ability to relay at maximum output does not allow other follow-ups, and his ability to fight itself is off track.

That's why we can meet without retreating a step against Grace's swirling pitch-black struggle. Carry out multiple attacks while still pulling out maximum output.

To take it, Grace also squeezes the fight again. Now it seemed to be equilibrium, but Grace's total amount of fighting had been shredded slightly.

Pull the spear, which houses the red glow, wide and spike several times with great momentum as it is. A red flash pops out of the tip of the ear and strikes from between more than the original spear's range. If Grace waves his arm, he sprays the rain of a spike that looms like a wall of struggle erupts upwards.

At the same time, one axe was thrown out of Grace's hand. The wings of Presquez take it from behind, arguing loudly. Front... Grace sticks the shortest distance through the wall of struggle. A blow struck at the top of the big section. He took it off with a spear pattern that concentrated his curse, beating it through one act, but Grace was taking it by hand to grip the pattern. Push in. Presquez pushes in. Do your best.

Red light concentrates on that head of Presquez as he presses. And flashes were emitted from inevitable distances.

"Your father and your mother's country. I won't let people like you... like me."

But - I can't get a flash of light to Grace. More pitch-black whirlpools than ever. Spray up around Grace.

Grace was still battling near the giant soldiers to involve Salvatora in the aftermath of the battle, but also to enhance each other in synergy with Gashadokuro, who houses strong signs of darkness at night.

Gather the power scattered in the battle to Grace at night with the help of the Spirit of Darkness. It's an energy drain application.

An enormous amount of fighting and night power is instantly amassed into Grace's empty fist. From nearby. A fist of struggle was unleashed that sparked black thunder.

Something squeaky sounds. Even the spell barrier of the maximum output is shot through and blows heavily as Presquez sprinkles the shards of armor.

So - it wasn't the end. The pitch-black struggle focuses on the axe Grace once again hands, scattering black sparks on all sides. Stretch. The shaken axe pattern stretches. The blade enlarges to ridiculous size. It was supposed to be a one-handed axe. That - calling it an axe also enlarged to a ridiculous size.

Alloys of Divine Precious Iron and Values Silver obtained in the Howe Country. A special weapon that only Grace can handle.

"Is that -!?"

"Ahhhhhh!

Diadora's stunned voice overlaps Grace's tearing temper.

Black thunder. A blow that I only tried to describe as so swept through Grace's entire body spring from the big upper section. Double-cut the blowing Presquez and rock that giant with a direct hit from the crossing to Salvatora.

"Shima - Huh!?

At the same time, the controlled crystal that was in Diadora's hands emits white light. The spell that was supposed to be supplied lost its way - coming back. And we had an explosion.