Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Several strips of light run and a golden sword flies. Harvard of Ioan took the dancing sword of Luceriage. Roach plays with his sidearm and sticks it straight in.

For Luceriage, the mutant Aeon was clearly an incompatible opponent, I could say. A group that fuses with the black monsters, but therefore specializes in 3D defense, wrapped in heavy armor, no pain, no fear.

Twenty-two golden dance swords manipulated by Luceriage have always been the object of fear for the opposing enemy. If it is cleaved from out of sight, out of recognition, into a blade that materializes, and pierced, victory or defeat approaches Luceriage greatly, even if it does not go to fatality.

But - Aion, who doesn't even have the concepts of injury, pain, or fear, deals with the golden dancing sword as something that just does. The amount of hassle caused by the armpits would also make it easier to cope with dancing swords.

Still. Not a reason for Luceriage to repel the fight.

Whatever opponent you are, you've won by chopping it up, sewing it to the ground. Whether it's a golem or a magical creature. Not to mention, today's fight is special.

Up, down, left, right. Main and side arms. Between the sword in Luceriage's hands and the dancing sword, the sword's reward wrapped up with a tremendous density, unlike a one-on-one battle.

A golden sword intercepts the slaughter of his sidearm, which circles in to draw the arc loud, as well as the arc, flying in. To stab and pierce the head of the Ioan that has stepped in. A materialized golden dance sword flies straight from the side. If you jump up Halvard while skewing your head back, cross it with a dancing sword held in both arms to take it.

We don't retreat. We don't retreat from each other. They must have stopped and cut off their legs, but the monsters in the herd were not allowed to step into the blade area or engage in artillery fire to support Ioan.

Nothing of it will ever reach Luceriage, and it is pierced with a golden dance sword precisely and unmatched by those who have shown a move to put a cross spear in it.

The thinly and widely expanded golden fog does not miss those who step into its realm.

I had read emotions in my life with my properties as a demon, but now that I was no longer a demon, I needed to explore another means.

That's why - I've newly acquired the art of using the golden fog as a sensory net. As a result, it builds a junction between the lifetime and the dancing sword, which is not suffocating.

Luceriage also specializes in multi-to-one situations and multi-faceted and three-dimensional battles, although it requires a high degree of control in the exercise of its abilities. I had the pride of manipulating the dance sword in response to the many manipulations of Ioan. Countless sparks scatter around Luceriage and Ioane along with the tone of the sword trident that is stirred.

Mutation occurs at the same time as a frustrating growl. The wings spread wide as they made a crisp sound, and the wings that were clear to black and purple deteriorated like crystals. The next moment Luceriage turned his gaze towards you. From the deployed wings, the crystals were tapped in like bullets.

In the attack, even more crystalline bullets mix in. I will not retreat. Luceriage will not retreat. Let them shoot down the crystal bullets that are released with a golden dancing sword, and cut them off with both arms swords to both the Aeon waving Halvard and the roach sickle.

The offset dance sword is scattered in the void and smashed with the impending crystals, and the dance sword formed in the void collides and explodes in the air with one crystal bullet after another.

My forehead, my clothes. Slightly cleaved and scattered, but it doesn't even reach Luceriage, who laughs furiously with his eyes open. Stuffing an unmade intermission in a stormy offense, a bouncing kick foot sews a gap in the offense to capture Ioan's abdomen.

Effective blow, that's a much lighter blow. Still, Luceriage laughs.

"Not a hundred years early to stick up to me with my ability to control?

An irritating growl.

I can no longer sense emotions because I am no longer a demon, but it was clear from what I see now in Luceriage that I am turning my hatred. That is also the aim of Luceriage. Because being able to read emotions makes it possible to deduce the next hand from experience.

Ioan's legs bounce up so as to tension against the Luceriage. A swarm of dancing swords unfolded to join around the body while turning and avoiding without opening up an intermission scrapes every armor of the Ioan and scatters a spark.

Countless dance swords accompany the dance and dance moves and are seen as one heavy slaughter. The move is different from any existing martial arts. Therefore, information on combat techniques accumulated in Ioan delays the response.

If you try to match the magical Halvard, now the Luceriage movement itself becomes a feint. A dancing sword pushed in from the exact opposite direction, knocking him into a gap in armor.

It sounds like a sharpening spark and a deafening noise, and still the iorn doesn't stop. I can't get through. I slapped the golden sword from the gap in the armor toward the plain body and showed it to me with a perversion that made it elastic so that it wouldn't rip open. Platelets under armor. The joints bend in the opposite direction to see the slaughter of Halvard from an angle unlikely in a normal organism.

A knocking blow. Luceriage felt the way he fought had changed, even though he missed the attack by taking it with multiple dancing swords. Wins and losses in that regard would have reopened when they gave way. Ioan's methods of warfare are somewhat anomalous, but they bring speed and power forward.

That's - that's right. The durability of Luceriage cannot be said to be high. I can't transform. It's even worse at the moment.

If the dancing sword is also pushed by mass - not without the means to counter it, but if you build a large sword, it doesn't even work small circles and a blow is less powerful than it was when you were a demon. The battle against Theodore also led to defeat when we lost each other's push for power.

So align your sword with Halvard's blow, scratch the wings of the crystal trying to pull it off like a saw, and deviate with the slope of the dancing sword that unfolded the roach sickle that swung in a neck-threading orbit.

Luceriage showed a return move that developed a dance sword with a dance and dance movement twice or three times.

Metal sounds and sparks scatter, but do not lead to chopping up elastic primitives. My side arms bounce up and shallow the shoulder mouth of Luceriage.

The anomaly occurred when the accessory arm tried to be pulled back. Multiple dance swords emerge from the golden mist as before. But it materialized so that it was intricately intertwined to capture each side arm.

I can't put it back. It's a side arm that's supposed to fold and go back as a single piece on my back, but it stops on the way because it involves a golden dance sword.

"There!

Dancing swords pour down at a bullet-like rate. Normally, the size of the sword materializes proportionally to the thickness of the fog, but in this case the small and sharp dancing sword is in the form of being knocked in at high speed. Ioan also tried to avoid it, but the dancing sword entangled in his forearm would not allow it. Even if it stays tangled up, it's more under Luceriage's control than it is materializing. Flying disfigured Ioan.

Regardless of the armor gap, wasn't the mechanism part mutation in time, or a short-knife-shaped dancing sword pierces the base of the accessory arm.

One side arm fell off. I cut myself before it was destroyed and turned into a breakthrough. Big Upper Stage. To Halvard trying to be swung down, Luceriage unfolded the fog to show it. I can't hit you, I can't get you down. If you hit the fog, you would decide to materialize the dancing sword and stop the movement.

Ioan's choice was to open the door. When Luceriage also builds a golden dance sword at his feet on an Ioan that flies heavily over the sky with a barrage of crystalline bullets, he flies on it.

Reward for slashing while flying fast. I see a blow as I go wrong at a tremendous rate. The advantage is Ioan. The same is true of the fact that the primitive body is changing to a hard-to-chop property, and the golden fog must be deployed in space. When it comes to manoeuvre, we have to materialize it and let it accompany us. Well, I'm waiting for you to attack me, that's not why. Because it doesn't make sense for me to be put in a cross spear by other people.

Heavy metal sounds every time it crosses. Ioan has also noticed in the battle so far that some recoil is transmitted to Luceriage, who controls both against the sword and by tapping into speed and force.

The Ioan also increases the speed. The wings dwell on magic, and the form changes slightly to a form that traces further velocity. The increase in speed is also a definite increase in destructive power.

Sparks scattered. Finally, the destructive power outweighs the endurance of the dancing sword. A single blow crushed the dancing sword, shallowly cleaving the forearm of the missed Luceriage.

Awesome speed and away - swirling at meteor-like speeds to show the setup to see another assault with enough acceleration.

Look at that - Luceriage laughed. A golden whirlwind rolls up enough to cover Luceriage's body. You perceived the danger, or the Ioan orbit that was going in is off track.

The long sword in your hand belongs not to the golden dance sword, but to Reis.

"This is also a challenge for me, since my last defeat. Let's compare forces."

A golden whirlwind intertwined with Reis' sword. At the same time that the cutting edge is directed at the Ioan, the figure of Luceriage scratches off the spot.

When I wonder if I flew to high altitude in an instant at a tremendous speed, I fly in orbit as if to mock my inertia.

He turns himself into a giant golden light bullet by wrapping Reis' sword around his core and a blade that swirls in a spiral around him.

The technique Theodore used to defeat himself - I'm pretty sure he references Tempest Drive. Follow Aeon, who escapes with ridiculous manoeuvre.

Ioan's choice - it's not wrong. Because the speed of the mutated Ioan was also tremendous, and it's not a move that you can keep at all times. As long as it is outrageous, it will be a war situation in favor of Ioan.

If there is a miscalculation, it's just - that the business of Luceriage was a misdigit, that's all. It quickly fleshes out to Ioan, who strikes one hand in the run as he scatters a spark. Sharpen the scattered crystal bullets into fine dust without even being objects, which is the depths of the offensive unity.

In a gravitational acceleration unbearable with loads and decent nerves that just keep the body stirring up, Luceriage still laughs. I was wondering if I could catch up with that boy for a bit.

Only for a few moments was I able to keep running.

Involved in the moment he touches it, whenever, as Luceriage himself did, Ioan's body is bounced off twice or three times like a tree chop. No armor, no elasticity, no shavings, no choices.

The tip of Rayce's sword captured precisely the center of his torso, shooting through Ioan's body. The bulk of the torso is scraped and scattered, and the penetrating luceriage releases the swirling blade. If you wave through the sword, the eyeon that was choosen off the majority of the torso behind it falls apart. A few moments later, sparks scatter from the slightly remaining torso and explode involving the limbs and head.

"Come!

Lynette who opens one eye, strips her fangs and laughs. Jump the space to the right and to the left, and a mutated Aeon approaches the Warcraft. A reward for a slaughter that must be carried out.

The other hand - forming a magic blade on the reverse hand - is striking back as it is taken at an exquisite angle and strayed from the slaughter track.

We're passing each other the next moment we hit each other with a blow. Kicking the shield without even turning around and jumping, laughing and releasing a slash that couldn't turn around, the blow of Ioan and the blow of the Great Sword clashed and scattered a spark.

Lynette captures the enemy's movements accurately without visually capturing them in tune with the Magic Legion that unfolded around her body.

Instead, he stopped using it as a turret. Interception specializes in inadvertently approaching black monsters. The barrage that is tapped into by Lynette is evaded by her body surgery and Magic Legion sensing abilities. Magic bullets sweep past your cheeks, shoulders, flanks, but no bullets. Flesh thin on the Ioan through the barrage only. If you tap into a magical slash, Ioan receives it to play on the curved surface of the armor.

The next moment, there was a jumping slaughter. Sense and turn. Ioan's blow rips right over there.

Sometimes Lynette was a demon, a strong species born, and sometimes her interests were geared towards magic research, and her experience in fighting strong men of equal or greater quality is scarce.

Still. No, that's why the fact that I took a back in a technical battle with Theodore, a human, had a huge impact on Lynette since she put herself in the Underworld.

To recreate that movement. What can be done on that extension. If you fought again. Because he was not in a position to conduct free magic research, he invested all of his talent and knowledge in training and technological development for combat in the name of his mission as Reis.

Wave your sword as you scratch the slash and barrage, kick the shield and jump. Extreme concentration that makes your head white. Turn away the looming blade by recognizing the orbit first in tune with the Magic Legion.

He filled my speed difference by pushing the shortest distance, and struck out only the inevitable orbital magic bullet with a magical fist.

It intersects the Warcraft several times while flying around at high speeds.

A counterattack by scratching an approaching blade at a tremendous speed. The deformed legs bounce like the rear legs of the beast with tremendous momentum, thinking that the iorn had shunned away from the upper body. Allow one piece of skin to cut to avoid counterattack. Beat in the magic bullet with a gap between the joints and armor from close range.

When the Warcraft perceives with the ability to recognize by the group, they concentrate their magic and take it and run through the sky without losing their posture. Flying in a zigzag orbit like a lightning bolt, it looms with a roar.

Strip your fangs, laugh, and intercept. Take the weight-loaded blow with a shield on the soles of your feet. That, the next moment. Feeling the magic of concentration, something cold ran into Lynette's intuition. Release the shield and flip yourself, almost simultaneously with the crossbow on your left arm mutating and sprinkling a spike-like shotgun in the direction you normally have to be.

When the equipped crossbow is ineffective against Lynette, it was replaced by mutating into a melee weapon.

There was a mix of reactions but inevitable. Shotgun that plundered the flank. Hot sores run. It's also a strange story about pain while being a semispiritual body, but that's what the bodies of the deceased are made of. It probably didn't lead to fatal injuries because there was sensation by Magic Legion.

Still. Lynette won't stop. Because I know that if my body is damaged, it won't be fatal for the deceased unless my spirit is broken. Pain does not lead to loss of function as much as it inhibits concentration. Even so, if Spike's shotgun is mixed inside the melee offense, we really have to defend ourselves. By perceiving and dodging, you must devote the resources you were pouring into the attack to your defense.

However, Lynette was more concerned about the wounds and magic than she had just received.

Because you are fighting for the Underworld with Queen Berdione as Reis? Or because Theodore's people are praying for victory in this world? Or because he is fighting with the Awakened Theodore, as he who draws the stream of the people of the moon?

I don't know the exact reason. It's not just my stuff, I feel a great flow of power.

I am used to raw as a demon to take in the emotions of others, or was it a slightly different feeling. More, it might be a pleasure to let that flow of power take its place.

If you are aware of that, the Ascension Stone mounted in the Great Sword of Reis reacts as it responds.

This sword was arranged by Hesperia, the Rampus who manages the middle class. It incorporates the ascendant stones created in the interaction with Rampas and the deceased.

The sense that you are fighting with those loved ones Lampas and the children of the deceased feels like something comforting.

I'm sure this sword will respond, no matter how much force you put into it. Accept a great flow, pour it into your hands and feet, into your body. The more swords you cross, the faster the attack increases.

But it's not enough to crush the Warcraft.

Not enough instantaneous destructiveness when I was a demon. Lynette doesn't have the ability to be unquestioned, like the Awakening Demons.

So simply. To unleash a faster and stronger blow, refine and enhance the magic you capture inside yourself. Just like that boy was doing in the fight against himself.

Further refine the accepted power. Develop. Whenever the shield is used to receive Spike Bullets, it is shredded. Increase your strength one by one.

There is also a strain on one's own body - the vessel - due to hand wounds and shocks on offense. If you've exceeded your limits when you set up a battle, you'll be the one to lose. The body complains of soreness over the impact of the slaughter. That - and the Warcraft are aware of it. Win with speed and physical ability. If you take advantage of it and keep sharpening it. If you don't take the magic you're increasing and even eat the blow of your fate. I know that the winning and losing balance leans towards me.

"Now!

A distracting shock. Spike bullets that get shot out. Many times it is cut, bounced, and beaten, it is blown away. Invert and penetrate. In that offense, they took the form of pushing each other head-on.

At that moment Lynette put the magic she had worked out into her sword. A dazzling glow wraps the great sword, and a tremendous stream of magic takes the blade. Enough blow to cleave the Ioan if you hit it straight.

That - Aeon also put a tremendous amount of magic into his sword and showed him the structure to take it off.

He flies away leaving a residual light, and aligns the spike with the blow of Lynette, which is stripped of his fangs and swung down into a hanging, so that the iorn penetrates the shortest distance.

A silent flash runs. Ioan's spike was cleaved through Lynette's shoulder...

With a slash knocked in from behind, Ioan's upper body was torn to half with every arm holding the sword. It was a blow from outside understanding, from outside recognition.

"- I'm sorry. Any hand tag you have is in the nature of using it."

Then, Lynette laughs. He should have swung down the slaughter from the upper part of the large section, and his hand was gripped with a nail tag. This enables the group to recognize and detect, and enough magic to kill off, the Great Sword is sent in with subpoena and metastasis applications towards the Magic Legion located behind the Ioan.

Ioan, realizing he had been pushed out, raises a growl of hatred and releases a spike bullet, but Lynette had already fallen outside the effective range. In its hands - when the magic circle flashed, it showed brilliance as the ascendant stone mounted in the pattern of the Great Sword reacted.

Like manipulating a magical creature. If the laughing Lynette waves, the immense magic that resides in the Great Sword will be freed towards the inside of Ioan's body. The warcraft fell to the ground as his torso was burst from the inside out and split into several parts. Through the blast, Lynette returns to hand as the Great Sword spins fast.

"It's not a bad feeling. If I can't help you, let's think of another hand."

The Aeon, which was placed in the temple, was the first aircraft built by Mastiel. Whereas there are parts of other iones that are simplified or compromised, this individual has no such part.

Called the archetype, it was placed in the temple because it had the most excellent specs, even if it was unpacked against the underworld, against the Divine. It takes in the black monsters and makes them look like demons, but the advanced control technique never pulls them into an attack impulse like any other Ioan.

Such an archetype, one small shadow to leap on. It's Yui.

The Spirit, even though it is also close to the sperm, the indisputable creature is not unexpected as the virtual enemy of Ioan on the boulder. Black fluctuations attenuating the power of the underworld sperm also have only a slightly unpleasant feeling, a degree of potency, for Yui.

Dark blades intersect with struggling swords to scatter heavy shock waves for each blow. A sword shoots down a blade that is swept through at ridiculous speed. It is a long-pattern weapon, therefore amplifying the movement at hand to multiple times the force with the tip. Still. With every knife you can cross, a heavy impact comes through. The blade is home to more powerful magic than it looks. There's nothing you can't take if you boost your fighting spirit and support it.

Archetypes step in at the same time as slaughter. Left arm pulled wide back. The pointy fingertips were aligned and released to shoot through the belly. I get knocked in at a tremendous rate, I catch it with unusual motion vision and reflex nerves, and I get half-hearted and avoid it. All the returning moves and the unmistakable palm bottom were knocked in. A heavy blow, unlike that of a little girl, rocks the archetypal body. He was receiving Yui's palm bottom with a jumping knee. I wonder if the blade of darkness that erupts has become shorter, cutting it in time as it is.

It was supposed to be a sword. It had changed to a knife to fit the archetype. While responding to the change in time, both weapons are wielded, bumped, plundered, and gone at a rate that does not retain a shadow.

If Yui wields a deformed sword while turning sideways, the archetype steps in to deflect the striking point. Stop the blade being wielded to pinch it with a struggling elbow and knee.

By stopping the ejection, the blade is turned off for a moment, and the slaughter of the horizontal giraffe occurs from a living arrangement.

When the blade crept through the space, Yui was flying towards the ceiling with his hands, remaining in an upside down position. Although it is a spacious underground passage, for Yui and Archetype the floors, ceilings and walls become scaffolding. Spread spark light by beating your weapons over and over again as you repeatedly reflect on each other and move in 3D.

That - the Prunerius and the others just have to watch. I can't break into a detour. It could even pull Yui's leg if he gets black ripples. It is also a difficult situation to move to unseal the sleeping boundary.

Since the countermeasure magic prop is equipped as a necklace, is it a reassuring ingredient not to worry about being destroyed?

But Yui is aware. Archetypal magic increases unnaturally when it comes to positioning itself in such a way that it bears the backs of its people. Probably has a trump card that shoots out enemies in a straight line, from the aisle to the ritual venue. So you can't stop at that position. Assuming you can't force yourself to shoot it without creating a gap, you can frustrate your nose.

As the archetype protrudes his left arm forward and unfolds the magic circle, Yui also ties the mark. Because Theodore is lectured on how to disguise a magic circle, he is very quick to cut and deal with it. The giant thunder emitted by Yui hanging is woody.

If the sword that houses the gold that breaks the wood chi is waved, the thunder will be scattered.

It's a difficult sight to understand if you take it for an archetype that doesn't even know about immortality or yin and yang. Because I obviously misted it with less force.

Did you decide that the magic battle was a waste of power. If the archetype packed the time, Yui intercepted it with an increased fighting spirit.

Also, the two cut together in 3D like a storm. If the blade and the fighting sword intersect each other at high speeds from the end of the aisle to the end of the scaffold, and the blade is turned off for a moment and ejected again, the slaughter is imminent in the orbit around the neck so as to slip through the sword.

Were you expecting it from the earlier offense? Or did you see it and then react? Avoid deviating greatly from the upper body. He swings through the sword in the same position, but expands the magic shield diagonally to avoid archetypes as well. An archetype that passes like nothing happened, sticks a stone bump to the ground and jumps vertically up Yui and penetrates like a bullet when you wonder if you stuck a nail to the temple floor and braked suddenly.

Intercept the archetype with the ceiling on the scaffold. It entails an enormous amount of struggle and meets head-on with an archetype scattered with black-purple sparks. Let them cut each other. Strength and struggle that make no difference in stature between adults and children. A trained ghost tribe, but the late ridiculous physical ability.

But that was when we had a proper slaughter in a complete position.

The protrusion separates from the archetypal back. With a small crystal-like silhouette, it spreads away - a light bullet runs from the crystal. It's an archetypal special uniform.

Side rotation side rotation. The archetypal body slashes Yui, who flies sideways to escape the 3D barrage.

Take it with a sword. We stopped moving. There, the barrage that was going to kill captured Yui. If we deployed the shield, a small-scale explosion continued to take place. Like riding a blast, jumping big back.

"Take the fire, I'll take the gold!

Crystals, which are minerals, are gold gases that arise from earthen air. Therefore, it can be destroyed by fire.

The spreading blast, along with Yui's knotted mark, turns into flames and spreads with a vortex. The archetype, which is the main body, did not come through intentionally, but the crystal that was shot out burned up.

But if the body is generated, the crystal can be recreated, because it is like a simple magical creature. Hands just delayed for the amount of correspondence to the crystal. Hit Yui with a slash that scatters a spark like trying to use it to push it off.

If you take it with a sword, a heavy impact ran on Yui's body. A tooth-eating yui hangs and an archetypal kick jumps. But it still doesn't stop. While deforming and recirculating the sword, Yui releases the palm bottom in a compact motion with all the counterattack as he steps into the nostrils avoiding kicking feet with a single piece of paper.

Dazzling immortality bursts. From his left hand the fence unfolded and was blown behind each other. The archetype brakes as it scratches the floor with its right hand and stops in the large hall. It was an intense blow, but it didn't turn out to be a blow that could be called fatal for the archetype.

He tried to take the blow of Xianqi by the light barrier. The manipulator on the left hand side was destroyed, but when the distance was open and facing each other, the swelling magic resided around its chest.

Positioning - it could have been exactly what the archetype was after. Braking is applied to the ceremony hall across the aisle from the Great Hall. The shape that carries our people. Assuming the Prunerius and the others may endure in the junction, there is no escape for Yui. Even if Hervorte tries to come forward, Yui controls it by hand.

"Metastasis - could be awkward... Oh. True, wow, yeah. There are so many strong people in the world."

Yui told her to squirm as she leaned down a little. "But," he said. I leak my voice as I add.

"You can't lose. I'm the Last Guardian."

Keep your eyes open and look straight at the archetype. A spark of struggle scattered from the limbs where the sword was erected.

In the midst of his first battle with a mighty enemy, Yui learns to admire and dawg his strength.

Should it be called the saga of those who join the ghost tribe that find pleasure in the battle? Yui understood the meaning of the description of blood noise.

The next moment. Archetypal chest armor opens wide. That's how a huge darkness was unleashed from it. Enormous amount of dark shells to fill the aisle.

Try to stick your arms forward - Yui was swallowed by it.

A tremendous stream of power, so uncertain how long it will last. Overwhelming magical radiation enough to tremble the atmosphere, causing the aftermath to become black thunder and burn the surrounding area. If it hits, it won't leave any dust.

Eventually, the release of power is over and the vast darkness disappears so that it also converges. I released the magic I was accumulating, it's supposed to.

Around there was a ghost girl, the archetype saw the panning darkness. circular it looked like a hole in the space. A dark hole that could be connected anywhere.

That darkness... gathers at one point.

"Close it."

Disappears as if nothing happened to the hole with the quiet Yui voice. Yui stood there unchanged. However, there is a dazzling glow in the corners over the fact that it emits a tremendous amount of magic.

Ghost power. That's what Yui exercised. Power according to the way each soul is, led only by a ghost tribe with exceptional power.

Raymay had learned how to use the power of ghosts and how to draw them out. That Yui's strength would make him understand and use it when he wakes up to the essence of the ghost tribe, not so far away. Yes, Raymay was pushing her heartbeat.

Is Yui's force - to be called spatial interference? You can build different spaces and freely move things in and out of them. If the immense flux of power unfolds in different spaces so as to draw the eight letters, there will be no going anywhere.

Gate... That's right. Yui can tell by the feeling that the force is still wild inside different spaces in search of a place to go even after closing the gate. But there's no problem.

Given the formation of the other world called the Demonic Realm, I feel that it is right for me to aim for the last Guardian to protect it, and that I need to pay close attention to handling it.

Even so, I swallowed all that power and still felt spared. Unless you have powers like a magic storm, equivalent to disaster, you probably don't feel like you have a problem. That is why it will be necessary to use the anomaly so that there is no mistake.

Yui steps in even as she feels the immense power she swallowed right next door. The archetype also penetrates to respond by expanding the blade while analyzing Yui's inexplicable forces. Slash crosses. Archetype defeats unilaterally.

That should be it, too. A running stream of force that I should have tapped into earlier. Part of it has been slapped with slaughter. The blade is pushed down and the right arm is bounced backwards.

I'm defenseless. There, I step in without forgiveness or reproach.

Palm bottom. Palm bottom. Positive fist. Heel drop. With casual motion, the immense magic that the archetype should have tapped in earlier is released at the moment of contact. It became a black shockwave and the archetypal giant bounced left to the right. Yui lays his hands on the side as he snaps his last heel down against his head and toward the floor.

"Open."

At the tip of the hand with a round hole - expand to the left and right of the archetype. Yui only knows how the different spaces are connected, but the magic runoff that earlier released from the two open holes jumped out at the same time and swallowed the archetype to pinch it from left to right.

That way, when the release of power is over. The archetypal upper body had disappeared. When the brilliance fades from the corner of Yui, the round holes close together.

"Tired, tired. If you're going to name it - the gates, right?

That said, Yui sat down on the spot to confirm that the archetypal magic reaction had disappeared and that he had released all the magic accumulated in different spaces.