Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Apparently, the Great Sickle created from the shadows is somewhat free to reshape. The shaken sickle pattern slips through Calcedonne's body and the slaughter flies again from the same direction.

A move that must be on a normal long pattern of weaponry. I guess that means I created it with alien powers.

Strike back to jump up the reverse end, deviating greatly with a magic shield that unfolds the slash on the tip of the crystal spear. Citria appears from an open gate behind her when she wonders if she flew sideways, and Calcedone disappears so that she can be replaced. I take Citria's blow and step in half-hearted.

Beat with palm bottom from above the barrier unfolded on your left hand. The shock should have pushed through, but Citria doesn't even look surprised. Fly a three-sun moon-shaped red slashing wave this way as you open your time wide behind you and disappear across the transfer gate as you shoot a towed projectile.

"That way!

Slash waves from Calcedone released from behind according to when Citria disappeared. Remind Steven and the others to pay attention as they strike it off with a crystal spear.

"Oh!"

Even as Steven unleashed his shockwave fist on the appearance of Citria, he was stopping the attack on Citria with a spell barrier wondering if Calcedone had broken in. Moments of metastasis do not know the destination situation. I guess that means I'm in the follow up. Hold hands and fly wide back. That increases the radiance of the life response. Oh, and they can even use things like healing ability by touching each other...

One for two. It's just a perfect and natural move from the beginning, even if you don't exchange words. Well, I guess you're communicating with something like a telepath.

It's not hard to predict where to transfer because it's a use of deploying gates and moving or switching to each other's locations. But when the twins also realize that they are out of it, they make a nasty move inside, making the transfer gate unfold itself look faint and disappear, turning it into a counterattack.

Even if you don't use highly killable techniques... you're not the one who can help without any magic. Well, I don't mind if they break who I am when I get here...

Meanwhile, Steven and Redrick are being assisted in Avril's abilities. By obtaining out-of-sight information, such as where the transfer gate unfolds from a distance, we can respond from any direction. Very compatible with Steven and Redric's ability to attack their surroundings from anywhere.

"There was no information that Octo and the others would fly."

"Reporting and information modification required"

In that way, the twins leak pale words while trying to recover from the light damage sustained by the shock.

Right. Right. Is there a need for conversation for information that cannot be communicated unless it is spoken, although the links in the battle can be exchanged to some extent determined? Around there, it's the same as Avril's. Does this word also reach some extent?

If so, overlook the recovery of the twins, but...

"Listen...! This meaningless battle, it wouldn't be your will......!?

"Our mission."

"Enemy, defeat"

Two words without emotions leak out of their mouths, as if they were asking the obvious answers.

"Because he... Diadora taught you that way! It's Diadora who's wrong! It's wrong to only teach kids how to fight......!

In reply to the twins, Redrick sues. Calcedonne stares untouched at Redric, who exposes such emotions, and Citria. So Steven also opened his mouth.

"... I'm not Octo. It's Steven."

Deny the names of the twins. The name is for the family. That's the real name Steven chose for himself. The twins don't move.

"Need information modification?

"The difference in nomenclature has no effect on the nature of the subject"

"Then the fix is pointless"

No, conversation. Steven shook his head sideways when he smiled bitterly.

"It's pointless. Then hey. They used to call you Experiment 8. But this power is not the power I have come to hope for. Diadora and the others don't know the pain, the pain, the struggle to draw strength."

Say so. Steven holds his fist.

"'Cause Xanaelk and Diadora just push us to kill ourselves and tell us to get our hands dirty for us. Will they do something for you? Why would I have to go out with a fight like that? That's why I chose my name to live with my family and ourselves. I have a hard time... well, it's a lot of fun and a lot of fun."

Even Stephen's words like that. Will it not reach Calcedone and Citria? There is no shaking in emotion.

"incomprehensible"

"I don't know that."

"Intelligence warfare and judgment to circulate vague information here"

"Since then, negotiations should be blocked until the target's combat capabilities are taken away"

That's how I came to a pale conclusion.

I don't know. Oh, well. You really don't "know" that in a literal sense.

Between birth and today. No joy, no sorrow, no pleasure, no anger or even hatred. I didn't even have the material to judge what my situation was like. I interact with the spirit among the twins, and I don't even move my emotions because I'm closed to the outside. I have no discontent, no joy, so I have nothing to question.

If so.

"Listen to both of us. I'm gonna break that twin connection now."

Tell Steven and Redrick, they all look at this one.

"Can you do that?

"Maybe. But I need a big move... so I want the two of us alone to buy some time over the twin offense. If my thoughts work, if I can get that far, I can handle it. Do you think you can do that?

"... I'll do it! If that's how you can help those kids!

Redric nods with a temperamental look.

"I'm no stranger either. But, Redrick. Don't be impotent, okay?

"Ahhh!

Apparently, the twins' recovery was complete while we had that exchange. I'll jump back. Steven and Redrick take a step forward instead.

In my opinion, the operation is being transmitted by Cadkeus to the side of the Sirius by telecommunications. Ashley hides me across the fog so I don't get in the way. After that... I just hope it fits well.

"Okay, let's get started!

with Steven's words. The battle resumes.

Circulating smell -. Expanding magic circles, taking in environmental magic, creating a great swirl of magic around me.

Steven. Redrick. And the twins popped out at the same time. Even releasing a giant shockwave as the lead, it breaks both ways with a sickle and breaks the shortest distance.

With a whip made of flames, Redrick restrains the twins in time. In melee fights, Steven, anyway, there's quite a difference between Redrick and the twins. By combining it with Steven and Avril's abilities, it's the way I was preventing a corrugated attack by putting up melee fights on one of them...

Again, is the hole I pulled out huge, and Steven's burden increases for that matter.

I guess there's also a lot of awareness that you're not the subject of defeating. Steven and Redrick, who will not hesitate to kill the twins, and who will not be able to draw deadly power to intercept them. The difference quickly becomes remarkable.

Even if the flame is manipulated and restrained, it is slashed shallow and metastasized. Even as Steven plays the blow of the sickle coming down from another angle, his cuttoe gently plunders Steven's flank with a delay in responding to the next Citrian undulating attack.

Shallow and light. But sharp and fast. If you show a gap, you go to prune your life in an instant and the twins jump around repeatedly emerge and disappear, dancing like dancing in the sky.

But, you know, you can't let them both come to me, you can shoot off the attack, and you're doing exactly what you want with the twins.

It's also trust in the twins' power that even if they increase their power, they will avoid obvious attacks -.

"Danger. Dragonman's magic is increasing abnormally"

"There are signs of great magic. Stop the Dragon Man as a priority"

Environmental magic swirls and radiates sparks of excess magic in a refined body. The attention of the twins is directed this way. Oh. I'm ready for this one. It's where you want to come in.

Put your hands together. Allow a giant shadow sickle to unfold from both empty arms. Huge roach arms rather than weapons.

"Come on!

Expand your magic circle here, too. Run straight in from the front. A shadow sickle unfolding up to a hell of a distance looms at a tremendous rate. This one too - activated the magic to respond. The overload causes the crystals wrapped in Uroboros to bounce and fly, revealing the figure of the dragon wand.

Decomposition Ceremony -! A white glow unfolding around the body scatters a shadow sickle tapped in to break off the neck and torso, the moment it touches. If you stay wrapped up in the glow of the decomposition ceremony and stick straight into the twins. So the twins split left and right.

Now!

Expand the decomposition wall so as to separate the twins. that moment. The twins did give a bewildered look. Neither deploy the sickle nor create a metastatic gate. The twins look at each other in the face.

It's... It's a glow of art that breaks down invisible objects equally. Even among the twins divided left and right at the shortest distance, the magical ties of the telepath exist.

So, if you cut it off and cut it off for a moment, the communication for the connection will be interrupted. And at that moment, of Avril and Ealis, Euphemia and the children who refrain from doing so in the rear... the thought reaches -!

Avril and Euphemia are working together. Release Elise, the children, and their thoughts, prayers, and wishes bound together. That is an intense wave of thought.

It did arrive in my brain, too, as an emotion or a sight.

Empty-invisible, underground dark lab. Experimental pain and suffering and. Changes in the way the world looks when you're released from emotional suppression.

The joy of knowing the unknown and the thought of the agony of a child who could not conform. The sadness of losing companions in the same situation was also an experiment, and that was the first time they knew about it.

When I decided to stand up to it. The joy and comfort of being able to all work together. Fighting for ourselves. The freedom gained and the ordeal to stay alive, waiting instead of being freed from being an experimental subject.

Living with everyone. Build a house in the woods. Fishing, hunting and cooking. Daily trial and error. Failure and success. There's a mixture of joy, sadness, anguish and anger. But the days of those Stevens since they were free seemed tough but very enjoyable. That's how I found out about Calcedone and Citria. I'm worried about them, until I get to that feeling.

It daydreams for a moment, even if it feels long. Daily memories they have walked and various emotional trajectories.

The first - it was Citria who reacted. Maybe because she was closer to the Sirius.

"What, so... me...?

Citria had stopped moving and touched the tears that conveyed her cheeks. I can't stop. I can't stop crying.

"Citria?"

Calcedonne calls the name of one crack with a face that looks suspicious.

A telepath that had been disconnected would also be able to bypass and reconnect immediately because it was due to ability. However, the fact that it arrived in Citria meant that it would also be shared with Calcedone.

"Huh? Ah. Oh, oh...? What do you want?

Yes. It also passes to Calcedonne. Calcedonne had also stopped moving.

If you don't know, you can tell them. If they're closed by just the two of us, you can crack them in and open them.

"Already... you know what I mean? That woman only sees her abilities and results. I can't believe I have to fight for Xanaelk. I don't like that."

"We're not going to hurt you. For us, you're our last sisters. He wants to live with us, that's what he wants. Not just me or Redrick, but everyone waiting in the back."

The twins hold hands together as they seek each other and place their hands on their foreheads so that they can suffer a headache. Unlike earlier, the word - no, what it meant was, it should have arrived.

"Uh-oh!

Shake your head to the side like a little kid would. Just grumpy. so as to grab it. They're flying towards me. That's not physical or anything. In a move that is confusing and just tries to bump into feelings that have no place to do it.

"I don't care what they say about suddenly changing your way of life, it's scary. A little - you should rest at Euphemia's. There's too much noise here."

The glow of the decomposition ceremony is hidden in the left hand and the clouds of sleep are exposed to sliding through the arms of the two. Without being able to resist the surgical ceremony - the two let go of their consciousness lightly and collapsed.

Seal the falling two, and Steven and the others will take it.

"Put the two of you somewhere safe. I still have things to do."

When I say that, Steven and the others look at me and nod.

"Oh. I'll be back as soon as I get the two of you to the ship"

Oh, you're right. The battle is not over yet. I activated a decomposition ceremony to break up the two telepaths - but this is still alive. I haven't run out of magic, either.

My feelings for Diadora and Xanaelk's ways also remain smoky because I caught a glimpse of Euphemia's memories. So...

Turning his gaze to the battlefield, Grace was just about to blow up a spell soldier with a giant fighting fist. That's right. Grace can't do that. I know what you're after. This position, the distance, is enough to fit.

"Let's go!

Let the magic light erupt to push through the shortest distance. Grace's giant axe raised a tremendous roar - breaking the Spell Soldier. It also strikes directly at Salvatora, who was behind it.

Shake. A giant shakes at Grace's blow. It's not Mallane and Libra that miss that either.

A partially summoned blow of Old Ent plunges into the flank of Salvatora, and Gashadokuro, who shows a snarky and laughing trick, hosts a tremendous flash of flash in his wide open mouth. You detected the crisis, Salvatora tries to roll out the red wall of the spell barrier, but - slow!

"Ahhhhhhh!

Stick out the dragon wand with temper. Uroboros roaring with a smile. Glow of decomposition formula wrapped around a cone. Aim - Salvatora's head.

Without different dimensions from the intended position. Break through the spell barrier and push it into the back of your head as you break down your face. Salvatora's surgical control, which suffered incomprehensible damage to his head, was disturbed and the spell barrier he was deploying was fogged. The extreme flashes emitted from Gashadokro's mouth were showered there. The giant falls and sounds ground.

Not yet. Not yet -! Put a uroboros over your head and roll out a magic circle. Anyway, the identity is already broken. I don't need any reluctance. Here - release the accumulated magic once and for all!

The fuse golem transforms into a barrier so that no aftermath reaches the perimeter. Both Old Ent and Gashadokuro disappear after being repatriated.

9th class. Fire, soil composite magic Meteorhammer. It was unleashed with the movement of the wand to be unloaded by the huge large rock that manifested itself.

"Crush it."

Neither the figure of the statue of the goddess nor its name with the Savior makes any sense there. Disputes are disputes. All you have to do is blow it up with both the decorations.

The defense was also sluggish, with incandescent meteors directly hitting its torso. Salvatora's hands and feet are blown away as her torso shakes with a tremendous roar and her torso is crushed as she winds up the surrounding dirt and sand. Soot smoke could stand in now. After that... there was just a wreckage that was a statue of the goddess.