Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The magical creatures seem to have noticed that beneath the fortress - there are also fishermen in the trenches.

When you can disperse enemy forces that protect your fortress by providing them with power, you will move the battlefield into the sea when you assemble an impromptu force around a magical creature whose human type has changed.

Chasing it was fighting around the fortress, a group of fishermen led by elders and warrior chiefs.

Settlements are covered in junctions and non-combatants are ready to escape with transfers... but sometimes it's better to ignore the behavior than to know what the changed magic creatures are capable of. In times of need, you will also need to buy time to escape.

The magical creatures ignored the pursuit of the fishermen as they dived into the sea and took to the juncture. That's how magical creatures unfold their incredible magic circles.

That is a technique that the deep fishermen do not even know - but it was apparent at first glance that they were interfering in some way with the junction. Because ripples were spreading along the junction from where it was attached.

… a technique developed by the Principality of Folgaro to control enemy strongholds. However, in order to break the line, it needs to be tackled in multiple ways and timed according to size and intensity. It has the disadvantage of not being able to move during exercise, so it is a technique that can only be effective under covert operations or in situations where safety is ensured.

Therefore, the Knights of Folgaro could not be used in the fortress attack either - if they were magical creatures, they could be used as a single hand to invite them. You can't ignore it even if you know it's an invitation.

"I won't let you!

If an elder unleashes a demonic water snake - it works as an invisible force in the sea. The water snake grew with tremendous momentum - entering the body from the mouth of the magical creature, which he identified as his goal, rapidly inflated the volume and burst it from the inside.

Magic range distance and destructive power are greatly increased by the power of the eyes.

You recognised them as dangerous enemies, the magical creatures pull in the magic circle once and unleash a barrage at the same time towards the elders. but showed fast avoidance in a sitting position by manipulating his own sitting water polo itself.

"Go on. Eh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The warrior chief wrapped his aura around him, and when he let his awesome fighting spirit take him to the spear, he set up an assault on the magical creatures who would take Blouse and Orsieves and attach them to the junction wall. Barrage to be unleashed. By spinning the spear as fast as a windmill, it sprays across all sides and thins flesh.

The magic creatures clashed with the fishermen when they deployed their melee magic blades. Struggle and magic collide, interfering and scattering sparks.

That's when. All of a sudden behind the warrior chiefs - some magical light flashed a little further away. Separate teams of magical creatures...... develop illusions with the special abilities of the individual leading the unit. He made it look like he'd broken the line and tried to set up an assault.

But the magic bullet from behind never went off against the fishermen.

Something white from the bottom of the fortress single-handedly slipped into the midst of a magical creature, wondering if it had popped up with tremendous momentum.

Arx, the guardian of the labyrinth center, the main body of the paladin. Fly out in a form of flight by magic light propulsion and receive enemies at a speed that does not make you say yes or no. When morphological changes are made to the human form in the center of the enemy, the blade is shaken with momentum.

White storm though. If the blade's light shines brilliantly, the enchanted creatures involved fall apart and blow away. That means the magic creatures' disguise didn't make sense of Alcs' ability to detect. That's why I was able to get on the inviting hand to stop the attack on the junction knowing the interdiction through the comms.

"This is what Lord Alcs really looks like."

"Under the sea, you can use your power without looking at people."

Alcs responds in the same way as usual, wielding blades vertically and horizontally with tremendous manoeuvrability out of the ordinary orbit and spreading magic bullets with unparalleled accuracy.

While I feel so powerful that I can't bother with the way it is, the pulling grin on the warrior leader's face... changes into something that delights me in the improvement of the war situation as it is.

The magical creatures, led by Tempestas, seem to be looking to fight and kill because they were created as weapons - but they are definitely assembling and moving maneuvers and strategies as they are.

If we see Alcs, a particularly powerful force, not moving from the bottom of the sea, the attack on the settlement side will temporarily take abandonment and reduce other forces. It was a - thankful story - that Arx's mere withholding to the bottom of the ocean would eliminate the worries of his hindsight.

"It's comforting! We're gonna keep pushing it out all at once!

"Answer!

The warrior chief answered the words as the brouses roared - and the battle against the magical creatures grew ever more intense.

Ringing by the sea plains is the sound of a heavy sword trident.

The whip of the telescopic crystal wields at a rate that does not even fasten the shadows, clashing with axes and hammers to scatter sparks and shock waves. It is Ignis and Maxwell who relate to the magical creatures of the crystals. And it's Rosemary who got into the chariot.

Ignis and Maxwell had also cut with the whip of the crystal at an unmistakable rate. Magic creatures that let their pure physical abilities say things and tap into attacks, not technology.

Ignis and Maxwell, who compensate for the disadvantage of the number of hands with favorable, accurate and unparalleled reflectance speeds and manoeuvre predictions of the number of people and strike them down remainder.

I wonder if I've rolled it up by shoving it away, poking it in, shoving it up, taking my moves off and stepping in. Step in only as much as you are stepped in, clash with momentum, bounce off and step into each other again.

The idea of instinct versus technology and experience is the same as Sheila and the others. They aim not to knock in a special blow if there's a gap between them in a speeding spear that's off the regular track.

There are others around, but neither faction can join the detour.

The same goes for the battles of Theodore and Grace, because instead of breaking them in poorly and getting in the way, they are caught in an attack by an ally and not both dead. Enemies and allies alike will have a hard time stopping attacks along the way, just because a buddy broke in.

Therefore - we have to go far and continue our own battle. That's the situation.

Rosemary's role here is - to shoot down with his own technique the whip of crystals that are occasionally beaten into Rosemary, and to inhibit movement by launching an attack of restraint in the direction of the enemy's attempts to move.

Did you see that it was the magical creature who cut the hand tag first? Absorbs morning sunlight into its body for reflective amplification internally. It emitted a light bullet from the tip of the whip.

It was the meteor that played it. Demon bullets flying around Rosemary's perimeter. Demons from the Labyrinth Center, demons from the Star Sorcerer.

"Looks like you're back in the shake, huh?

Rosemary laughs mocking across the feather fan. The crystalline magic creature - as if to show anger - used the whip of the crystal to cut off his own arms when he sounded a strange treble around him.

Cut off arms fly around the air - reflecting several strips of light bullets emitted from the body before shooting off towards Rosemary.

If Ignis instantaneously pushed in with magic light propulsion, the connected chariot would also have moved to smash and spent light bullets.

Integration with the chariot allows for operations such as instantaneous and efficient enhancement of the output that Rosemary was performing via the magic yarn.

Cut and reposition each other as they fly around. Light bullets are repeatedly reflected and fired at the rosemary - a meteor and a bomb shoot it off. The light flashed and sparks and explosions of various sizes and sizes rolled in.

Even in the midst of such a blast and shock, Rosemary's hair won't be disturbed. My heart remains calm, too. Robust defensive abilities and ridiculously inertial controls were created with the dedication of rare archmages so that they could fight on the front lines with Ignis.

I know she won't say anything and try to tell you from herself, but she fell in love with the boy's magic the first time she saw it.

I still remember vividly the shock then. It was an overly streamlined and refined exercise of magic. So even if you put yourself on the battlefield of the Sword Forest Bullet Storm like this, just talk about believing what made you fall in love.

"Lord Rosemary!

Brighten the nucleus, Maxwell sends a signal.

"Yes, after I do my own defense, I'll move on to offensive posture."

Magic circles shine at the feet of Rosemary with those words. It seemed like a magical creature had opened its glowing eyes. If this is going to be an attack, what has been the offense so far?

Moments, everything changed movement. Maxwell leaves Ignis' hand and a meteor that was dancing to protect Rosemary's surroundings changes orbit and joins the attack.

Naturally, I thought Rosemary's protection would be diminished, and Chariot was spraying all the light bullets flying from all directions. Even though a magical creature felt dangerous squeezed its power. Rosemary himself uses his magic to strengthen his defenses.

As proclaimed, that defensive process does not even take long.

"- Formula Startup. Move to interception"

All later defenses will be done by Maxwell. Countless magnetic lines unfold around the perimeter. Both the whip of the crystal and the light bullet, Maxwell sprays all the action.

What Maxwell has done in the midst of his previous battles is analysis and arithmetic.

Movement of allies, movement of magical creatures... How do you cut back if you type it in like this? If you can't take an attack, how do you turn to counterattack with superiority? Put them all in the calculation and put up several patterns, then knock off all enemy attacks while avoiding allies from orbit by electromagnetic acceleration.

If the defense is perfect - the attack can only be carried out by Ignis and Meteor. Magic supply from Rosemary and magnetic wire deployment push Ignis and Maxwell into magical creatures at ridiculous speeds. Meteor attacks from all directions where Maxwell is stuck in motion. The hammer is slammed in and bounced left to the right.

- It's packed.

The velocity of the magic creature's reaction - can't keep up. At the moment the meteor missed attention, a glowing magic thread was released from Ignis' hand to restrain the body and whip of the magical creature.

He sees Chariot and Ignis as magical activators, and exercises Rosemary's technique with Ignis as his scepter replacement.

Even if they stopped the movement with the magic thread, it would have been just for a moment. But that's enough for Ignis and Maxwell.

Explosions and flashes overlap. Ignis' pilebanker pierced his chest and Maxwell was flying his head. The bursting technique relentlessly crushes it from the inside out, lifting it overhead with the momentum it shoots in. The magical creatures of the crystals scattered with light in the morning burning sea.

Large magical organisms placed in three large ships, all of which are specially made.

However, only the large magical creature, Praetor, placed on the flagship of Adalberto, clearly had the power to draw the line, even compared to the other two.

Because if Tempestas were to go into attack, Praetor assumed the main line - the operational law that if Adalberto's defense were to be carried out and Tempestas defended Adalberto on the contrary, Praetor would take the lead and carry out the attack.

Materials collected with all their hands - infused with the factors of the Warcraft at all costs, Praetor therefore also deals with fighting with the technique of the physical strengthening system. Such a magical creature awakened with the rampage of Tempestas. He was an indisputable monster.

Praetor was flushing Grace's blow, wrapped in pitch-black struggle, with struggling claws and a tough hair-covered slope.

Immediately Praetor turns to counterattack. The beating down of a beast with many times its own body body, but Grace took it head-on.

The other axe flashes. The body of a black beast is flexible. A knee-kick pounding heaven jumps up while avoiding spinning away greatly from the torso. Side to side, the blow of the horizontal giraffe by the axe approaches the beast.

He takes the axe with his struggle-focused nails, hangs it on Grace's side head and kicks his feet up. The pitch-black struggle twirls like a creature, trying to capture its legs, but the technique released from its legs - the recoil of blast flames forcing it to jump back. There seems to be no damage to Praetol from the use of such techniques.

The move - I guess it's something rooted in fighting instincts. With the speed of reflection of the beast and the flexibility reminiscent of the supple willow, it shows even a movement comparable to that of a leading martial artist.

Avoid slashing Grace, or slap her nails. Being bounced is not as fast as a shell. Mutual fighting, residual light of magic engraved in the air.

A head-on clash. We don't retreat from each other. It's a reward for stopping and slashing with an axe and nails. A small magical creature that misses the battle between Grace and Praetor is shattered to break even a water balloon.

Nails tearing through the sky aiming at the carotid artery. I deviate with an axe belly and see a headwind slaughter as the other axe cleaves heaven. Avoid with a piece of skin, Praetol rotates the body. My tail was grabbing Grace's leg. Though he has enough muscle strength to shake his tail and steel, Grace's luxurious feet are pitch-black and won't hurt him. But...

Grace's body swung as she growled. Centrifugal force is applied and thrown down from heaven high to down.

Shields on scaffolding. Grace stays in the air. Praetol over the sky ejects a huge amount of struggle from all over the body, explosively enhancing his physical abilities as he unfolds his magic circle. That's how he crossed his arms overhead and showed him the setup to see a giant nail strike.

"... I see"

Grace - she doesn't move off the spot. Because there was a fleet of Forgallos behind it. Praetol slowly distorts the edges of the mouth. In the meantime, the struggle swells.

"No way -"

The crew of the convoy, aware of the situation, pales their faces and screams.

Yes. Praetor was made as much as possible with Tempestas' deputy. We were watching the battle through magical creatures.

It is a strong enemy. I'll admit it. But the enemies on this battlefield, the poor - the generals of Folgaro - are moving to kill as well.

Praetor cuts that he is incomplete as a combatant, repelling homogeneous deaths.

Then the story is simple. A small gap to prepare for the attack - if you can buy enough time to allow it to cruise, that's fine. Most of all, this much power. It's a blow that will wipe out any vast area of wealth. With the reflectance and instantaneous force of Praetol, I was confident that I would be hit even if I chose to evade immediately.

Grace was also unwilling to avoid it. When he opens his red-dyed eyes, he sprays up a pitch-black struggle and wraps them around an axe.

"O, ooh, ooh, ooh!

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

The roar overlaps with the mood of tearing. Using a spring all over Praetor's body, a crossed nail strike was released. It is not an easy thing to do, such as nail strike. A huge flurry of struggle approached Grace, tearing apart every space in the area. Grace was not lost, but set up one axe with both hands.

Clashes. A moment later there was a huge explosion so that the struggle that had lost its way had shaken and filled its sight.

The aftermath of the blast came to those of Praetor who let it go - laughing satisfactorily.

And fulfill it - see it there. Eyes open in amazement.

What was there was a wall wrapped around swirling pitch-black - no. It was the belly of a giant axe that seemed to behold the walls of the castle.

- Divine precious iron. An axe blade wrapped around the pitch-black struggle was still huge as the walls. Wide, thick. Grace also caught a blow from Praetor's body by engaging in a pitch-black struggle with the magic shield that unfolded at his feet and securing and supporting his body.

Grace was already in motion, distracted by the blast. When I wondered if the chain that had bypassed me greatly had touched Praetor's body, I wound it like a creature.

Thick chains with pitch-black thunder coming from here and there. Praetor squeezes his fighting temper and tries to pull it off, but he can't cut it off. Only for what I put into it, it seemed like it would slip out somewhere.

"... it's no use. The chain itself is overshadowed by my struggle, and as long as I touch it, it absorbs both the fighting and the magic."

Ability as a vampire, dwelling in a pitch-black struggle. That is to say, if you want to escape the chains into which Grace's struggle is built, you are saying that you will pull a thousand pieces with a physical ability of vegetables that do not use struggle or magic. No, because we use the fighting and magic we absorb from our opponents to strengthen our chains, we need more power than that?

Slowly, Grace floats to the height of Praetor's gaze. There was a considerable load of blood dripping from Grace's fingertips to stop the earlier blow, but he waves his arms sideways to pay for it. And scattered a black spark, holding his fist.

"If you're the kind of person who goes out to the means you did - you don't feel comfortable with me. I'm not sure how effective slashing is on someone with regenerative abilities... so I'll thoroughly crush them on the surface."

The next moment, Grace came forward at a blasting rate. There is no escape to the Praetor that is sealed and connected. I just raised the roar of despair.

A fist wrapped around a pitch-black struggle captured Praetor's face. To the blow of the strike down, Praetor's body was bounced at a shooting star-like rate to clash to sea level. Raised a ridiculously tall water column.

Kick the shield at the same time as you punch him, chase him. Follow the beast that blows to the sea.

Follow, knock the blow in. If you think you jumped into the sea without hesitation, a number of water columns could play along with countless blows.

Praetor's body clashed to the bottom of the sea. Flush struggle on the ground, grip chains, and fix not to get caught in. After that, I just - I just slap the blow in until it stops moving completely.

A huge amount of seawater rises to the shock of continued standing. The sea blew up and even the bottom of the sea with Grace was exposed to the air, and the sea water that rose around it became rain and poured down.

Many times vibrations sounded like the earthquake that shook the surroundings - but eventually Grace quietly came up from the sea, confirming that Praetor's body was shaking everywhere and that regeneration would not begin.