Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The constructed junction and defensive field of Prunerius pushes the Ioan. On an invisible wall built in space, but Ioan could not care less to align his pointy fingertips, and when he wrapped his magical glow, he stuck one arm straight in.

Sparks scatter along the glowing wall surface, one arm slamming into the interior of the junction making a squeaky noise, and a black-purple flash runs from around the Ione's wrist.

"Come on -!"

The wall further expanded by Prunerius received a flash of light running from Ioan's wrist. A heavy impact shook the air twice, three times, shaking the arm of Prunerius, which he had put forward to support the fence.

"That's it!

The Plutonites shoot a magic bullet, put up a spear and stick it towards the Ioan.

Ioan flies back when he pulls his arm out. If I paid my arm toward the impending magic bullet, the glow ran on the armored surface and the angels' magic bullets were scattered. Expanding a dark blade from the flashing wrist exit earlier, he intercepts the underworld sperm who have cut in as he raises his beastly growl.

The magic of the Plutonites intersects with the blades of the Ioans and sparks scatter. Ioan's arms swung at a tremendous rate by the middlemen cutting in from left to right of the aisle.

Only for a few moments was it possible to antagonize. When the wings of the Aeon snap, the black wind pushes in, and the power of the plungers blown at it is cut off. If I stepped in and wielded the blade at the same time - they bounced the aisle wide back without taking it out.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Whoa!

Instead, the Plutonites, who were holding back, burst into the Ioan.

"Mastiel... you were talking about securing one of the experimental planes out of the Ioan. Did you specialize in versus the Divine or versus the Plutonite? That one."

Plunerius bites his teeth. Specially made by Mastiel, who continued to modify himself and placed it inside the temple. That's who they are right now. It has been consolidated from the outset with the ability and equipment to be compatible with divinity, meditation, and forces derived from Ascension Stone.

It is obvious from the side that Prunerius and the others are struggling to hold the Ioan in the passage leading up to the ceremonial site. Yui and the others... saw the sight and frowned.

Sometimes Yui, Hervorte and Belius defend the position of collaborators on the side of the Underworld and Rivera, and Prunerius and the Plutonites bought out the opponents of Ioan... the compatibility difference is remarkable.

I suppose you have the thought that if you're a spirit but you're stopping by physics.

So - Riveira's words of prayer welcomed a separation. From here we should go into the phase of letting him listen to the song and comfort the heart of his predecessor.

"Lord Yui -!"

Riveira, who was facing the altar, raises her voice. If Yui, who was called by his name, saw it, Riveira looked back, and smiled when her gaze matched. Yui also looked at Riveira with a slightly surprised look but eventually nodded back with a serious look.

"... both of you. Can I ask you to protect Riveira? That's probably... I think I'm the best fit in here."

"... ok. If Yui becomes dangerous, either of us may break in. Mr. Riveira must be here. Don't push yourself."

Belius responds to Hervorte's words by showing his fangs as if he were laughing.

"Ugh. I'm coming......!

Yui, with an uninhibited grin at the two words, turns his gaze to Aeon, who is fighting Prunerius and the Plutonites across the aisle.

Increase fighting and sparks from all over your body, stand up with a sword and drop your hips. And it popped up at explosive speed. Over the head of Prunerius, through the sides of the Plutonites...

It was an eyeon that bounced off the underworld sperm with a black breeze and a swing of blade, but it was shocked shortly afterwards and was bounced back a lot. I regain my position in the air and see it jump in with a beastly roar.

There was the figure of Yui, who set up a sword and aroused his fighting spirit.

"Lord Yui......!

"In the meantime, recover and seal the border. I'll take care of him!

Yui answers the words of Prunerius without looking back.

"Never mind...... Thank you for your help. The kingdom stops, and in the ritual hall, we don't let that Ioan through. I promise."

"Ugh!

Yui grinned at the words of Prunerius. He storms straight into Ioan, who comes in with a blade on both arms, to intercept himself. A huge amount of fighting swords and dark blades clashed, scattering shockwaves and spark light.

It changes. Make a squeaky noise. Ioans show further mutations.

The change in the Ioan that was fighting Sandario - if I may say so - could be fish or pigeons, or aquatic mammals. The parts that make up the wings deform like dorsal billets, and the armor and the bodies beneath it change streamlinearly.

"This is-"

The aione, which was relative to the sandalio, accelerates suddenly. It would be the result of a change so that we could fight in response to the sandalio that wraps up the magic of strong water.

The Ioans' armor, the plain body, is a semi-psychic body with a magical treatment. It had from the outset properties that were acquired and reshaped by changes in nature.

Mutations like those fused with the black monsters are also due to that. And even though it has the vessel of a semispiritual body, it is close to the family of the Predecessor, not Queen Berdione, and therefore it also does not reach the interference of the Plutonites.

If Sandario exhales divinity from his body, Ioan also sprinkles black sparks from his entire body to lift his strength.

If the sword of Sandario flashes, the circle of water that was unfolding to protect itself will change shape. Clashing in the air with the serpent sword, the water scatters with heavy impact, gathering around the sandalio to be willing again.

Like hitting a whip and a whip in the air. At a rate that does not even retain a shadow, several slashes collide with slashes. The orbit of that slaughter, which houses divinity and magic, is - again different from ordinary whips. We can change from place to place and mutilate each other.

A reward for a great slaughter, like winding a great vortex. It involves the black monsters who tried to crack it and get in and break it both ways.

Turn around and avoid the tip of the snake sword as it approaches pouring from overhead with a piece of skin. Shizukuishi of water that is shaken out pierces the armored surface of the Ioan like a needle, expanding and bursting. Disrupt the movement.

Sandario formed a water sword from his left hand and stepped in where he collapsed, but a proximity blade was also deployed from the left arm of the Ione to inhibit it.

Snake swords and water whips clash from the outrage inward as they cut together in the proximity of fire. The reason why Sandario and Ioan can respond to attacks out of sight is simple and clear. Sandario is accepted and in tune by the ancestral spirits of Nereid, although he is a former human deity, and Ioan fuses with multiple black monsters... so to speak, a group.

Therefore, we specialize in multifaceted and multilateral combat with each other.

It was a space where flashes flew like the result would be amputated with one blink. A slaughter of whips pouring out of consciousness and an attack that can be truncated from the front by each other's sword moves.

Turn around, bounce, take it, jump back, storm back to bounce. Sandario and Ioan intersect.

That's when. A magic circle floats behind the Ioan. With the roar, a black flash was emitted from Ioan's forehead.

Bottom to top. A blow that rips apart vast spaces - though it never captured the sandalio - is disturbing.

"Darkness...... no, evil law? Measures against the underworld sperm and the divine...!

Sandario speaks up. It was the modification from one to the other that was applied only the aione placed inside the temple, but Mastiel had enough time to add one or two surgical ceremonies while hiding himself in the lower layers.

As enemies, he took measures in anticipation of the underworld and the divine. I guess Prunerius or Divounds were the target of it, but even if the opponent is in Sandario, it works.

A surgical ceremony close to the evil law. Once again, Aeon unfolds his magic circle. When he wrestles his body with evil, he sticks it in.

Expansion similar to earlier. But the whip of water that I maintain in my divinity pushes me down to evil. As a result, more attacks had to be undertaken by Sandario himself, resulting in him being pushed into the Ioan.

To slaughter that pours like rain, more deployments turn to defense. Sandario's body is bounced behind him, even as he receives a kick in the knee of the Ioan, which jumps to poke a moment's clearance, at the wall of divinity. Ioan rushes into the sandalio where he stuck in the air.

"Sandario!"

"No problem! It's dangerous to break in!

To Dorcia, who speaks up, Sandario answers. Answer and focus it to re-consolidate the swinging divinity, cut it with Ioan with two swords that shine in divinity as they are.

The divinity and evil that can interfere with each other and play each blow intersects. But unlike the Divine, the evil of Ioan is only bewitched by the art. It doesn't matter if the evil is shaken and attenuated, and the motion of the Ioan itself does not lack glory.

Dorcia prays and powers Sandario. Nereid's ancestral spirits respond to it. Still - not enough. It's not enough to win the push.

Clash. Impact. It is attenuated, pushed down and bounced back. Although I do not see any shade in Sandario's fighting spirit, it is clear that the war situation is leaning.

Ioan growls and steps in. From part of the snake sword, evil flashes and runs. Sandario distracted his torso and dodged it. On the flank of the greatly disorganized Sandario, the tail of the further mutated Aeon - which had not grown until earlier - had been tapped in.

"Gu!?

Ioan opens his arms to the blown sandalio. The area that touched my mouth opened with a dizzy sound. Evil concentrates inside the oral cavity.

Something cold ran on Dorsia's spine with that in his eyes - that's when. Suddenly, I felt a strong force pouring in. That's...

"You, you..."

Then I laughed and saw the shadow heading to Sandario - I saw it, I felt it. It's a sign I know. I have interacted in the upper level of the Underworld. Deep fish people. The ancestral spirits.

Both Sandario and Dorsia in the middle of the battle were unknown, but when they were fighting in the Underworld, they were also contacting the deep fishermen in this world. The deep fishermen who received the news also prayed to the ancestral spirits for their two must-wins.

"Oh -"

Sandario leaks his voice. That's how I laughed with a calm look like I met a nostalgic friend.

The next moment. A gigantic stream of evil was emitted from the mouth of Ioan - something to be described even as a dark flash. It is swallowed by the black runoff of every body in Sandario.

An explosion winds up rocking the ruins. Still - Dorsia's expression is not desperate.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Through the blast. A dazzling glow - a bursting sandalio bursts into the Ioan. Signs of the Nereids protecting themselves with warm force and. Sandario felt signs of powerful warriors supporting his body.

Nostalgia was there, like when we once fought against the pirates. Sandario - I can put as much of that thought into my sword as I can.

Expand Magic Circle. Ioan spraying further evil - does not retreat. With a beastly roar, he thrusts himself head-on toward the sandalio. When the Snake Sword is pulled back and joined, it intercepts the Sandario with a cross slash along with the Proximity Blade.

Divinity and evil interfered with each other, and a tremendous spark of light could be played and spread. An eyeon with both arms swinging out and a sandalio with a sword swinging down from the big upper section.

They were both temporarily suspended in back alignment, but it was Sandario who moved first. If you gently pay the sword and look back - Ioan's body is left with marks of a straight glowing slash, from his right shoulder to his left knee. As the body shifts diagonally, the glow of divinity erupts from the slash marks. Both the serpent sword and blade were mutilated and fallen off by all - an eyeon exploded that sandalio mutilated at the same time as the body was completely split left and right.

It's the usual situation for Zevion to be multi-on-one. Since he was originally a demon and possessed the awakening ability of heat, there was no such thing as putting his people next door to fight.

The only time I realized that my abilities had changed slightly was when I was sure that I was no longer a demon. You can now choose the one with the heat.

I understand that even if I make them resist the flames, they burn up, and the black monsters don't come near the detour anymore. It emits fang and magic bullets... but everything about it was burning down before it reached Zevion.

Zevion understands his power to be a magical flame, unlike a natural phenomenon. When he was a demon, he was a violent flame of curse that burned down everything that approached him, but now the heat is controlled by Zevion's will.

Even among the exdemons, Zevion's changes are enormous.

You think it's an instant output, it's physical stubbornness, it's an air erosion on those who are burned? I lost a few things because I was no longer a demon, but instead, with my own sophistication of control, I could do something different.

Zevion finds the change close to the magician boy who defeated him, a change that can be strong depending on his ingenuity, and he finds joy in sharpening and harnessing his skills.

That said, the battlefield that I am now in is not much different from my lifetime. Ioans and countless black monsters cut together in the air. We're just talking about burning any amalgam that swarms.

Yes. That would also reduce the burden on the underworld sperms protecting Queens Berdione. I'd say you're fighting with Theodore.

The multi to one battle that I have been good at will help someone. For that matter, Zevion feels a little bit like Dawn, along with freshness.

"Again - that's something with different fun. A battle with a clear purpose and companionship."

Say that and laugh. Zevion kicks the magic shield he unfolds at his feet and goes in for the aione.

Relative Ioans intercept with spears. Zevion's gripping Rayce sword is knocked in at an absurd rate unworthy of size, and Ioan's magical spear shifts that blow.

Pay the spike, which is pulled back and released early in arrow succession, as if Zevion were to shake even with a tree cut, and squeal the sound of a sword trident.

Open your eyes and focus your vision. I lost the demon eye of the explosion I used in my lifetime, but I can do the same with flames that have the magical properties of today.

Zevion's diffused magic concentrated around Ioan, causing a sudden burst. but Ioan came through that one without a problem.

An inorganic weapon, not a living thing. Neither does the heat emitted by Zevion reach the point of burning down the whole Ioan.

Ioan also has the ability to defend against magic and spells. Therefore, it is necessary to peel off the armor first and beat the heat on the structural part of the control procedure or the like.

In short, Zevion sensibly understood that if you cut it down exactly - or if you can tap in a blow that exceeds its endurance capacity, it will burn up.

Spear tips that plunder right next to your cheeks. They built it as an impromptu countermeasure to Zevion, or they're holding cold air. to its ability. to the sharpness of the spear being penetrated. Zevion strips his fangs and laughs.

Avoid, let them plunder, beat down and slash spear tips that are knocked in at flashy speeds with prerequisites due to exceptional motion vision and vast combat experience.

He receives, pays, and spikes the sword of Zevion with the mechanical reflexes of the outside world and the ability of the group to recognize it.

While doing so, the ends of Ioan's body show a clear, icy change. Fused monsters are changing their nature and semi-psychic vessels to defeat Zevion. Seeing it, Zevion laughed, laughed, laughed, laughed more and more pleasantly.

It seemed relative to a beast that provoked intent to kill. Negative thoughts trying to kill something relative. The will of the beast to eat a throat flute. That's what lives in Ioan. The killing intent. Hostility. Malice. I can't help but be happy to cross my sword with a spear with such a strong will.

If you were a demon, it would have been a comfortable meal, but now you don't have one either. Not so, Zevion enjoyed above all the moves ridden by a strong willingness to simply defeat himself and to cut it off. Even beyond the work of being a demon, it can be called the Saga of Zevion.

"I thought it was a crop, but I don't know why, it doesn't please me!

Ioan also makes a fierce roar so that he can be put on Zevion's dawn.

A storm of ice around the spear swirled around me and shot me down to beat me from the big upper section.

Intercept it with an incandescent sphere accumulated in your hand. The small flame left Zevion's hand or not and swelled up, bumping into an ice vortex that could be tapped head-on.

Small sun-like incandescent bullets and ice storms clash, shaking and scattering vast heat waves, cold air and explosions in complex directions. The involved black monsters burned, frozen, and blown away. As they jump into each other's own explosions, Zevion and Ione stagger the slaughter and spike as they go in.

Replace Heaven and Earth and replace Attack. That's a prison flame and a very cold circle dance that keeps nothing close.

Flames and ice intertwine to stone streets from heavenly heights. An eyeon that was swept through and bounced off the great sword smashed the column, crushing the cobblestone and flipping. If you see a twister that looks like you're going to hit Zevion, he'll play it behind you and smash the ruins of the house.

Spread debris, dissolve cobbles with slaughter, and return spikes while freezing molten rock. Zevion and Ioan intersect indefinitely.

Battle as if trying to screw each other over with each other's presence. In it, Zevion felt a new possibility. An eyeon made up of semi-psychic bodies has made a difference.

Speaking of polar theories, you can say that most of the touchable substances in the underworld consist of semi-psychic bodies, although their properties are different from each other. So is my vessel. I'm holding it now, so is this sword.

The swords the Plutonites forged for Reis. The Great Sword, embedded as a nucleus with the ascendant stones produced by Zevion, was also his own partner in the Underworld. Anyway, I pass my magic well and react well to my own will. That's why we got enough new weapons to replace the Cheer Sword.

I am no longer a demon, I have no power to change my body. Transformation is the power attributed to the soul on which the curse is based.

Still. I was convinced I could. Whatever the vessel is, if this sword.

Images of a lifelong transformation. Feel it. We'll work our way into the sword in the attack. Zevion's sword sparkles white and reshapes as he cleaves with the spear.

In a heavy blow thus waved, Ioan's body is bounced backwards to brace. I see it as I roar like a beast.

It's like integrated with the tip of your right arm. That's like showing a man named Zevion being a person. The jaw of a fierce dragon was there.

A dragon opens his mouth wide as he makes a grunting noise, capturing Aione's appearance head-on. A tremendous amount of force comes from the oral cavity to host white incandescent heat.

inevitable, Ioan decided. Turn your back and the heat accumulated in the dragon's mouth will be released and burned like a feather flying into a bonfire.

More than that, Ioan is not going to run or hide. If I told you, the way it was skewed by the offensive impulse had been put into battle with Zevion. If you retreat, neither the whirling offensive impulse nor hatred. Everything makes no sense.

Strengthen the way the monsters live within themselves. Changes in structure as an iorn. All poured into the attack, and in an attempt to shoot straight through, Ioan puts his hands forward. A whirlpool of compressed cold air winds up at the tip of its palm. As if expecting a recoil of the blow to be unleashed, the wing deformed and sewed its own body to the ground.

"Come... ugh!

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

Zevion stripping his fangs and laughing, and a roaring Ioan. Unleash a blow that spirits directly from one another. Flames and ice. It was a conflicting force, but both forces dyed their sights white.

Vast forces and forces clash at the midpoint between the two. Conflicting forces collide, like knocking each other out, and shockwaves sweep through the monsters around them. Some monsters tried to put in a cross spear to break the equilibrium, but the aftermath alone burns off, freezes and crushes.

As they make a squeaky noise, each other's forces push each other to swallow each other's forces, putting a huge load on the bodies of both supporting the surgical ceremony. A crack ran on Zevion's body laughing and Ioan's body.

If there is one that divides the victory or loss. It may have been in terms of whether or not you were accustomed to what was normally impossible: the release of enormous amounts of power.

Part of the body of the Ioan can be crushed by mistake for a moment the release control of the force in the overload. Still, Ioan did not try to stop the release of power. but that's why the collapse, it doesn't stop.

"Brilliant."

Zevion's voice of praise. The equilibrium swayed, and the great heat swallowed the Ioan. Incandescent polar flames burned down any amalgamation on the rays until they decimated the streets of the ruins and clashed against the walls protected by the junction.