Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

King Serva and the phantom beast and. At high speeds, they cut together and hit each other with struggle and magic. I wondered if they had flown this way, scattered a spark of clashes and bounced off each other side. Far view on the left - travel to the back of the footage photographed on the wall, go side-by-side as you draw a large arc, circle from left to right, and come back over the head of the seat.

He growls and sprinkles sparks with impending presses in the aisle between his seats.

They bounce at each other, bouncing big back, then they go in again. Lightning strikes and fighting are distracted in the clash - countless light spheres float when hyenas of phantom beasts emit light. Light bullets are shot in from an unawares angle as they are cut together, which King Serva bounces off with minimal movement and concentration of struggle. A light bullet pierced the gap in the seat causes a small explosion, leaving the phantom of the trail of destruction on the spot.

A blow through the bullet storm. If you deviate with a magic fence and show a move to kick it off with numerous hooves, let it erupt and beat the struggle head-on. There's a big explosion on the front stage - jumping each other out of that blast, taking a distance and facing each other.

We suffer fine hand injuries to each other in a clash of whole spirits, but at a level that doesn't interfere with the battle.

Opposite each other and prepare each other to breathe - in the middle of which the phantom beast said.

"That's a shame. With so much superior power and skill... poor warrior. I told the spirits that the half beasts are used for good, but they can't fight on their own."

"... what do you know"

"I don't know. All I know is the malice directed at me, but you don't have it. Not to eat, not to have resentment, not to show strength... Yeah, there's no reason. If so, there is no point in fighting them. No more... stay away from this land"

That's what the phantom beast says and accumulates the magic that rises all over his body. King Sava, who received that word, opens his eyes only for a moment, and even reveals his anger - whether there is anything to think of in the pointed word, staring into his own palm and holding his fist, but getting into a struggle.

"... right. You're right."

That's what King Serva said, he stopped fighting. The phantom beast also turns his back on King Sava.

The phantom beast in front of me isn't even after the crusaders. I just paid for the firepowder that came down. Then we're just talking about reporting that King Serva couldn't win.

But the mark inscribed on King Sava's body does not forgive it.

Dunno. It sounds like a heartbeat. King Serva devoured his teeth and suppressed his left breast. Engraving magic senses an order violation and inflicts unimaginable suffering on King Sava.

Still, King Serva doesn't even leak one groan, but turns his back and tries to leave the spot.

The phantom beast looks back over his shoulder for a moment. Thus, as he pierces a horn into the roots of a large tree that was nearby, he shakes his neck up as he drops a lightning strike towards his horn. So - with the clear sound, the phantom beast horn was broken, dancing through the universe. And when he was turned about in the hollow, and wondered whether the phantom beast had spoken, he cast it gently against King Savah, who looked back in astonishment.

"What?"

He saw King Sava, who received the horn in confusion, and the phantom beast laughed.

"I finally saw the surgery move. Is that the chain that binds you? Use my horn, half-beast. Break the chains if you have the power of evil in the corners."

King Serva opens his eyes to the words of the phantom beast.

"Why... get there"

"As I said earlier. It's a shame you can't live by your own will with so much power. It's not bad if you can help a true warrior."

Then, the phantom beast laughs.

The phantom beast... yes. He regarded King Sava, who stood up to the pain of engraving magic, as a true warrior.

Some of it would have been because he praised his skill in battle, but King Sava, proud enough to defy engraving magic, wanted to see where he lived freely.

"What can I do?"

"At that corner, break the chain"

Of phantom beasts, simple words. King Sava, who nodded, scratches with his horn tip protruding on the engraving.

With the sound of the metal crushing, the engraving magic becomes a grain of light, crushing and scattering in the hollow. The tattoo that was engraved was completely gone.

"I can't believe it. The technique of engraving that has eroded every scratch even when trying to decide meat… is also light."

King Serva stared at the horns and his own palms for a while, with a dismal look on his face - but eventually he knelt down towards the phantom beast.

"Say thank you. Great King of the Woods. I know it's a thick wish while I aim for my life. But... please. Will you forgive me for using this horn to unleash others?"

"From the original, I broke the corner with that intention. As long as I live, let's keep the power of that horn alive. It's up to you to decide how to use it. Let me see that from this land."

The phantom beast laughed calmly...... that's how this time it disappeared into the back of the woods without looking back. And the silence returns to the forest. King Serva held the horn of the phantom beast and stood up - that's how he looked up at heaven. Like I said, I know what I need to be.

Horns up, growls up. Higher and higher everywhere. The roar that rocked heaven echoed into the woods - the Phantom Theatre.

King Sava's actions since then have been swift.

He cut off the engraving magic of the deputy chiefs and chiefs of the crusade, increased the number of endorsers, and thus set up an operation to free the central hostages and put them into action. They unleashed the key figures and the troops they were chasing, unleashed those under engraving magic, and brought them into their company. - Then King Sava, dazzled by his whereabouts, appears in a settlement of elves in the south and comes to negotiations in a large house on a tree.

"- It will be difficult to combat the power of those who rule the Great Forest, even when we and your present powers are united. It is true that we have lived in peace because we are a region of strength and difficulty. You want me to be one of you?

"Let's not be at peace. From time to time, your people are caught outside and placed under control by the art of engraving, and I have seen with this eye those who have actually done so."

King Serva turns his gaze, says Elf, who was once in the pursuit unit.

"What Lord Serva says is true. They will eventually - reach out to us from our ambitions. I actually hear the martial arts officers say that."

The Elves' chiefs seemed to be turning their thoughts to words from such a fellow countryman. In fact, I have a sense of such damage, and I guess it's true that you think of it as a threat.

"I know that there is such damage... But what are you going to do about not having enough power as a real problem?

"If we don't get help here, we're gonna go around liberating the provinces. I have been entrusted with the task of breaking the art of engraving."

Even if we liberate the provinces and free them from engraving, there are not enough heads to be free. In other words, the current situation is that we do not have enough initial combat power or manpower as a takeover. So I guess King Serva asked the elves who were not subjected to slave magic to help.

"And I said force... even if it's not the family of the warrior class... yes. As you can see from our companions, I have gathered all kinds of craftsmen from among my family. If we liberate the provinces, they will be a force of war."

Those are the people King Serva relied on locally. King Serva was collecting, whether as deputy captain of the crusade or as a crew member, preferring to touch those faces.

"He who is weaker in arm than I am, but he who turns in wisdom. Weak arms are the best if you let them handle bows. It is a fact that there are people of various talents beyond their families. If we can gather endorsement from these people and help them... we think we can change the status quo."

"Change the status quo? Kick them out, make a country?

When such a word is uttered by one elf, King Sava grips the void, showing his eyes feeling a strong will.

"That's right. I don't - I don't like the fact that not only are there slaves by engraving magic, but also people with inferior arms among their families. I've been wondering if there's a country where everyone can join forces and live with laughter, not be perceived as a lot of power or anything...... something like that. Now that we have flipped the anti-flag... we should aim to bring the Great Forest back into our hands and create a new country. Why don't you help me do that?

King Serva answers as a matter of course. The Elf's chief, who was gazed straight at, opened his eyes - then laughed happily.

"Funny, dude. I'd like to see your country. But it's not even a story that can be managed by my mere existence. Just give me one night. So let me convince everyone."

"Thank you."

"What? I was interested in the way you were going to make the country. Will our elves go in while we all laugh at each other?

No matter, Elf's chief grins deeply at King Sava, who replies:

"Then at dawn, when persuasion has come to an end, we shall be allies"

That's how I reach out. King Savah nodded and shook his hand to answer it.

The army led by King Sava from then on was the momentum of dashed bamboo, says Einfeus' history book.

Even the phantom play reproduced it as best it could. Switching wars everywhere. As he persuades, he cuts off the technique of engraving, increases his companionship, and increases his strength to fight against the forces that rule the Great Forest.

Only then will King Sava be called King of the Beast, King of the Beast, who has many families. You don't have to be the king. Everyone in the company who gathers under the same flag can be king. He wants to make such a country. King Serva's thoughts can also be glimpsed as he approached the foundations of the present Einfeus in a gradual transition. I guess I moved forward with a lot of thinking, aware that I was going to make a country and become king.

And - a great showdown over the hegemony of the Great Forest.

In the woods, as far as the far-sighted view is concerned, it depicts a battlefield and battle through which the beasts roar - the story of King Sava moves towards the end.

In the late years of placing former rulers in the north and building a capital in the woods, the old King Sava said he went out to the east woods with his horns in his hands.

I don't know what kind of interaction there was. It's just that King Sava back from the woods seemed like a fun way to go.

"I've met an old friend. He said he was short, but he's going to live longer than me."

King Serva has a record of laughing like that with pleasure.

I'm sure the phantom beast has also seen the kingdom of King Sava again. From the midst of the fog forest, it reflects the appearance of a phantom beast listening to the words of the Spirits, who tell us about the kingdom of Einfeus. That's how the camera goes up in the air and looks down at the Great Forest, while the narration tells the history of Einfeus afterwards.

"- This is the story of Sava, the first king of beasts, the foundations of the kingdom of Einfeus, a country where the beasts and elves who permanently took the path of autonomous independence and still thrive. Even now, in the kingdom of Einfeus, the noble will of King Sava is breathing."

Occasions switch in places like this. Reflecting on the scenes King Serva has gone to in the sepia tone, BGM flows through as he looks back and the phantom play closes.

The audience, who perceived the end of the story, stands up with one person and applauds me loudly. He applauded me at all times to make sure that the faces of Einfeus such as King Ignado and Ingway and Oldia and Regina were also very satisfied. King Serva's phantom play... seems to have been enjoyed and most importantly.