Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

- Stay a little distance and confront Xanaelk.

The surrounding generals pass beside us with a red glow. Not yet - it doesn't work. This one's to stay out of battle... is he to boast about keeping his word?

And where the generals had gone far enough behind, me and him ran into each other.

As you rotate your body sideways, a great sword of spell is swung down from the tip of the tin cane from overhead. Hit the thunderbolt while avoiding - he won't avoid it. I don't even defend myself.

A thunderbolt struck him, but he stripped his fangs and laughed, and instead, a spear appeared in his hand that bound the thunderbolt multiple times.

"I'll give it back!

Spears of thunderbolts thrown - this one wraps around the thunderbolts and recieves them. We don't stop at each other. We stick it in and cut it together. If you wave the Uroboros, he responds with a scepter wrapped in a red glow. Magic and curse collided and scattered sparks.

Thistle, entangle, pay, slap and flush, stir up and spike.

A curse wrapped around his sceptre in a rewarding attack changed its shape, turning it into a sword or axe. Occasionally, different strains of slaughter and blows mix in the defense of each other with wand technique. Spike of the spell's fine sword with your empty right arm by attracting consciousness to the scepter! Even jumping up Uroboros by deviating with a diagonally expanded shield, he deformed the wings of the spell to receive a throw, from which he has seen the spike of the scepter many times.

Avoid. Avoid. A magic shockwave was emitted from the tip of Uroboros to blow the wings that grabbed the wand - the spiked wand unfolding behind it.

Step in to fit the blade of the Great Sickle trying to pull it back and hook it. Hit him as a shockwave with the magic he used at the same time as crushing the spell barrier with the anti-spell curse ceremony in his palm.

"Mmm!"

I'm flanked and blown away, but when I spread the wings of the red glow in the air, I stop and slap my cane against my torso to match this one's pursuit.

Take it with a uroboros and tap a spinning kick into the strut with a shielded uroboros in the air to jump up your whole body. Side roll and dodge. A purple flame emerges in his hand that mimics a cloud. screaming bitterness. That's what I've been throwing at you.

An impromptu magical creature - no, a magical creature. Knock Venom Force in and disperse it.

"It is something that is young and diverse in martial arts and techniques! But how about this?

At that time, Xanaelk's next spell had already unfolded. A double magic circle unfolds - holding hands toward this one. That shape - a lineage similar to metastatic magic -? No -!

"-Conflict"

Magic reaction to concentrate. Follow the unpleasant signs of running your spine and fly big. At the same time as the next moment he crushed his hand, a strangely pointed rock appeared in my space until just before, along with a bursting sound.

Conflict. Metastatic magic - collision. Specify coordinates to transfer objects!

You don't know what happens if you eat properly. It's a dangerous technique. Does it fuse weirdly with the transferred object, or is it pushed away from the inside of the body to rupture into the object? Not a very pleasant outcome.

The magic of the transfer of the people of the Moon has been incorporated from the beginning in the procedure, like a safety device, such that if there is an object at the destination of the transfer, it is transferred next to it. But his spell doesn't have it. Metastasis with a set of attractions and transfers intended for killing from the beginning. So we also need to double interlock and activate the Magic Circle.

Bullets are - whatever. Soil and water there. Even the air can kill the target. Although similar in nature to Resonance Mine - it would even be possible to use it in such a way as to determine a part of the other's body if it wasn't counteracting the spell.

Multiple magic circles unfold with the cane floating. Attract the surrounding ground with a transfer to burst into space. In terms of the magnitude of the Magic Circle, there will be a seventh or eighth, a series of higher spells -!

Collect and enhance the ambient magic that spreads around you like a vortex, while flying left to the right and moving to keep you from reading ahead. There's a momentary time lag until it's activated, so you just have to leave that coordinate at a speed greater than that.

He also activates to read ahead and leave the procedure in advance in the space where I'm likely to move. A handful of dirt and stone chunks burst here and there. Do you know the weakness of those who use the magic circulation is the shortness of the range? Burst into the coordinates this one tries to step in and try to keep a certain distance.

Transferred stones and dirt are turned into bullets with stone valets to shoot back. Bullets bounce and fly, inhibited by spell barriers. Sew a gap and fly the Mirage Body split to increase the target, activating it until the cover-up to eliminate the Magic Reaction.

At the next moment, I'm gonna unleash a low-speed spell guided bullet and try to figure out where I'm headed. Narrowing the spacing from the Mirage Body and stepping in agitating the whereabouts of the guided bomb.

"Shit!"

Take the scepter floating on the side and answer my punch straight in. Upper and lower concurrent attack in conjunction with Mirage Body -!

A blow to the torso hits the flank - again.

The same goes for the first thunderbolt I knocked in, but I haven't even done defenses by spell barriers or reflex spells.

As for the reflexes, I know it's useless to just exercise them because this one countermeasures them - but it's odd to show reactions that, at the moment you touch them, diffuse every magic that's put in them. It's not absorbed either. It's just magic scattered through the body surface, and power is killing it.

Naturally, there is no damage, so it can be turned into the fastest counterattack. The Great Upper Stage. A spell sword descends like a cleavage. Do not retreat. Respond at that distance. Take it in Uroboros and step in, tapping into the palm bottom and striking a magic shockwave from there. The shock spreads - I can't. Not the same as the first time.

Concentration of the magic reaction at the tip of the penetrated arm. If you pull your arm back at the fastest, the dirt mass will be transferred there. Weave a conflict during a cane attack. Cut it straight while avoiding it with a piece of skin. Conflict can't even be bypassed by Uroboros, but it hasn't...

"- You're gaining resistance - on the spot! That's a spell application too!?

"Intention to defy unbearable manipulation. If the power to invert undesirable events in the desired direction is the curse! Curse the wind, curse the earth, curse the fire, curse the water, curse the hour, curse death. That will eventually be the way to overcome the universe!

Xanaelk stripping his fangs and laughing. If you can't see through the mirage body, you can curse the helplessness of your own eyes. Accommodating a red glow in my eyes, gaining resistance to illusions, and seeing out the position of my body, I keep concentrating my curse on the sceptre to meet.

Sewing and beating a moment's gap. It uses its resistance to magic strikes to stop it with the body and strikes back the fastest for the best not to damage it. Heavy impact. Let him take the slash, stop the movement - in the direction of pushing it away - and he'll activate the conflict ahead. Not at an avoidable time.

This one also expands the magic circle to wrap up the field. With the sound of being able to play, his transferred dirt mass explodes right next to me and falls.

"Huh!?

"It can be used here as much as metastatic magic! You can interfere with it later!

The transferred object is pushed away to the outside of the field. Such a dedicated counter-medical formula was extracted from the compact reap and assembled.

Step in. I'm proud that it won't damage you. Wrap around Uroboros - Changes the wavelength of magic. Focus the changed magic and knock it in from close quarters.

"Gu!?

The flank blow with the distressed voice inflames. That's a high-fever temper that doesn't go away. Demon Swordsman Zevion moves.

"To a boulder - was this a magic power of a nature you'd never received?

"Don't do it! I didn't know it would change the very nature of magic -!"

The flames produced by high fever scratch out. Wiz's analysis shows that high fever is still there, but can the flame itself be put out? The offense with Xanaelk as he penetrated it has now become a decent one.

I suppose you thought a tactic of warfare like cutting meat and breaking bones at the mercy of resistance would be a bad idea because you don't know how I can change my magic.

Uroboros wrapped around the blue and white magic and a cane wrapped around the red curse clash and rebel against each other.

Magicslave scattered all over his body. Red bullets fly from there. Wiz's analysis conveys the warning. It's a dense spell needle.

Fly big while forming a wide velcro shield. They penetrate by wearing the shield fine and breaking it down by tapping countless needles at high speeds, causing it to arrive. Once again - an indefensible shooting!

Nemea, earn your first speed with Capella's kicking feet and accelerate with levitation and magical light propulsion. Shake off the Magics Rave and the bullet itself. He also uses enhanced amplification to flying spells to follow this move.

Fast battle with blue and red light tails pulled. Roll out a solid hammer on the spell needle that releases while walking side by side to counter. If you tap a boulder into it so that every needle snaps away, locally unfold the reflex spell and bounce the shock back to the solid hammer itself and crush it, not me.

This one wraps a shield around the front. He's resisting spells. Break through the solid hammer fragments at the shortest distance.

The spirits around us help us. Take in the collected magic and circulate. Increase the force further, replace the heavens and the earth at ridiculous speeds, and meet as you fly around. Sparks scatter each time a clash occurs, and each time a heavy impact thrusts through each other's bodies. Still not bitter for the guy who builds tolerance?

He sprays his curse like it's inexhaustible, and he clashes and plays it on top of his enhancement to the self, and in meetings, he cuts it off.

If we're going to take him down.

Spiral shockwave. Not enough yet.

Death with a single blow by the dancing sword of Luceriage or the sword of the repulsion of Vallos, huh? Or crush it in gravitational space? If the speculation is correct, he rejects even the wounds he receives with a curse. Gain resistance to once received moves and techniques. I don't see how much that limit value is. We need to prune consciousness in one blow as a big premise. With a big move, can you do that or not?

But really? Can you take them down that way?

I get caught somewhere. I feel uncomfortable. Something alarms me that the elaborated magic and the environmental magic are increasing enough, but it is dangerous to set up a battle within unseen hands. What's the difference?

- That's right. It doesn't make sense. He started a series of high spells earlier, and still doesn't see a slight decay in the heavy shock when he knocks his score on the curse that wraps him up. I'm not taking it from my surroundings like I am.

Oh. Right. Definitely. This couldn't even have happened when I fought the high-ranking demon.

I mean - he's pulling out things that shouldn't be. Curse the natural event of being consumed. Reject the usual old age.

So, where are you going? What about the skewed event report? Distortion. Liabilities. Recoil. He's going to take it on himself, etc...

"- Oh, well. The spirits are scared, not just because they have protection... Because you're distorting the world!"

To my words, he stripped his fangs and gave me a fierce grin. Keep your body pointed straight at this way. Fly back with your hands wide open. A crack runs in the space, from which a dense temper - negative magic - is scattered. And that gave me a peek from the cracks in the space.

"Kuku. I was going to take the game backwards by making it look like a war of attrition, right?

Black. It's a bloodthirsty beast. It gave shape to the distortion created by the spell recoil - a mass of malice.

"This time - I grew up too big on boulders. There will also be limits to support in the magic formation of the castle. But the evil edge engraved between the rest and the rest is also enough. The rest of the distorted beasts... I'll take them. A beast whose power curses the universe and rejects the consequences brings to fruition. Is that a reasonable spell?

It was almost simultaneous with this one unfolding the magic circle and the guy poking his fingertips at me - killing the beast through the crack gap.

To a sea of black distorted beasts enough to fill your sight - hit the Great Magic. Class 9 Light Magic Starlight Nova. The glow of purification and the negative beast born from the recoil of the curse. Conflicting forces clash from the front.

Columns of white light and swarms of black beasts. bump into each other and antagonize. Recoil in the hand holding the uroboros. A heavy impact comes through this way through the procedure.

"Gu, ugh!

A clash of immense power and power. Raise the output and refine the magic into the technique. On the surgical release and the load supporting the clash, the capillaries of the hand holding the uroboros can be bounced and blood shines from the fingertips. Uroboros roars in frustration.

For him - he's just turning the raised beast to the target. I guess bumping into each other with Starlight Nova doesn't produce anything like recoil. He's just laughing and pointing at me and waiting to do his best.

Bad luck, huh? It means cursing through resentment. Although rebellion is a good place too - a substitute talisman would not work in this quantity. Twitching, getting pushed.

"Not yet. Not yet!

Stop it! I'll stop it! If this is a conflicting technique, we can antagonize it and support it!

I'm not the only one with the power to release it. The spirits. Because Tierra and the others support my back. Everyone will wait for me. The pain of overload and the weightiness that makes it bearable!

A spell. A curse. The power to reject events.

Yes. I've seen different spells. A spell creature nested in a labyrinth nucleus. Dark magic created from it. Elena's taught me the basics of the spell. Ceremony of the curse. Ability of Steven and the others. Spellfighter.

Just a little something that can be assembled with Starlight Nova unleashed. Catalyst is enough for my body.

Form a magic circle in your hand. New magic. But a little magic. Laughing, I punch the brilliance I was born in my hand into my own chest.

A spell. If a spell line is formed between him and me through an evil edge. How about this?

"Hey!?

I hear him, like he's in a hurry.

Applied changes in spells and contract magic. No, it would definitely be a technique in the realm of spells.

Part of the beast of distortion released from the crack eats up on his shoulder, out of control.

"Gu, ooh, ooh!

At the same time, the pressure from this black beast weakens. This emitting light begins to push back the darkness he emits.

"This is happening! How dare you imitate me like this!

It's not like cursing back. I reversed the line of spells and sent him an inhibitory maneuver.

Even if he's an expert and can defend against spells, sending spells from here won't be hard if it's a connected moment like this.

Talk about just following the line and letting it go to the person I curse. But it's similar to the virus that was feeding into the nucleus of the labyrinth. In that sense, I can neither say nor say that I have returned my past debts.

"I'm misleading the debtors into believing it's me. That's why the distortion kills me. But now, suppose that control of that designation is a little less successful... what will happen?

Come on. If you mean more anti-magic defenses and anti-spells than labyrinth nuclei can build in this situation, let me see.

"Goddamn it! Knock it off! Reject! Reject! Reject! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Curse and reject the damage you take from the beast of eating and breaking distortion. Restore physical damage.

Right. What I'm interfering with is only a technique that specifies the beast of distortion's debtors. Other procedures would be constructable without problems. But that's just the result of further inflating the distortion going towards you.

Increasingly, the eating beast arrives in Xanaelk. And the beast coming at me is suppressed with a surgical ceremony.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"You pay for your own behavior."

The equilibrium broke and both the white light of purification and the beast of distortion arrived in Xanaelk. It was pushed backwards as it was and landed on the surface. Make a big explosion. Xanaelk rolled to the ground to be blown away by the blast.

Disconnect the line of spells to decurse the inhibitory formula. Later, however, Starlight Nova was designated as eligible for liability with the beast of distortion and used as a shield. I see.

This one follows him, too, down in front of the guy who rolled. Zanaelk crawls to the ground and exhales roughly. Getting old. Growing old rapidly.

The beast, which could not be erased while using it as a shield for Starlight Nova, took on with its own flesh, huh? I'm surprised you can do that.

"... interrupt... interrupt! Why are you holding back from being king? Why was I born a king but I have to live hiding the past and peeking into the faces of other countries...! What's wrong with using the legacy left over from our country...... ugh!

"... that's the idea, so this must have happened. I had no intention of demanding the redemption of the sins of the past from the people who lived in this world. Both Princess Elmentrude and the Queen of the First Ancestors... we could have held hands together."

"Shut up!"

A shovel away with a sword that concentrates enormous curses. Old, there is no slight decay in the control of the spell. But I was stopping it with Uroboros. Shock runs on the cane I received and blood shines from my body.

Was that the last resistance? His curse is rapidly depleting. I hear the distortion is turning to the spell as well.

But this magic is still there, something like that. The spirits. Everyone fighting on this occasion. He gathers his strength on me.

An old man like a dead tree leaks a groan into this releasing magic.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. Look, I won't admit it... I won't admit it...! Whether we destroy the rest here or not, my soul will curse death, and will surely destroy you...!

"It's - it's an impossible consultation."

Expand Magic Circle. On that scale, Xanaelk's expression distorts into despair.

Reject death as well, scattering its distortions on others. If you bet your life or death or even your soul on battle and say you will have no enemies against anyone but me... until this one responds accordingly.

"What the hell, I won't let you take one. Not even the backbone of the will to refuse - leave it behind."

"Ma, wait! What...?"

Light and dark composite. Spirit banisher.

"Go away!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

As he jumped up Uroboros, a giant column of light erupted around Xanaelk. By the dazzling light than the sun, even Xanaelk's grudges were swallowed up and collapsed and scattered.