Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

A vast amount of magic pours in like a vortex to increase the power of Mastiel. Predecessor - No, is it supplied with magic from the impulse divided from the vortex?

A black thunderbolt of excess magic scattered around me, and in a slightly slower motion, I set up a big sickle of blades against me -.

The next moment, crush the intermission. Uroboros and the Great Sickle collide and the shock runs, meeting at the same distance.

If you see a magical blow like jumping off a cross giraffe blow with a uroboros, the tip of the sickle, which has been spinning around your torso just as it countered the counterattack, approached you from the same direction as the first blow you hit.

Pack the time. There was the impression that the magic shockwave was knocked in from the palm bottom, but swallowed up every impact, either because it was a sperm, or because it had enormous magic.

Pull the handle perpendicular to the sickle pattern and a slash will loom like pruning from behind. I myself jump vertically holding the stone side of Uroboros as I protrude and defend myself against a blow from behind.

Put him on the dodging momentum, head over his back, swing through the spark-scattering Uroboros blow, and he turns around and avoids that blow.

Magic circles unfold. Black thunder emanates from the palms that are protruded. When he deployed the Magic Circle, this one was also expanding the Magic Circle to build magic. Soil Magic 6th Class Solid Hammer.

A pitch-black thunder slams into the large rock that forms, smashing some but hitting the mastiel at high speeds, while jumping to the side. The big rock that slammed him in was torn in two, and Mastiel ran into him.

Temple. Transfer the place over the slopes of the pyramid and cut it together with Uroboros and the Great Sickle. The moment you take a blow. It materialized again where the Great Sickle passed through Uroboros losing its entity so that the water could dissolve. It is swept through as it is. If I turned sideways and fired a light bullet at his eyes from his toes while avoiding slaughter, Mastiel also jumped back a lot to avoid it.

I thought you were going to keep flipping in, and Mastiel stares at me as he stands.

"Your magic... should be normal compared to the scale it activates, there is no hoarding. I saw my magic before discerning the properties. That's good. But as if you had prepared it beforehand, you had inhibited metastasis with a rear discharge, or you had chosen the magic of the soil?

Mastiel's, I'm not answering that question. Respond by erecting Uroboros and increasing Magic.

"If so, prediction of the future or interference in time? Either way, it's too much power for the living. Try to get stronger power in your hands. I'm guessing it would create a great deal of sin and debacle because of that business."

With hatred, laugh. Life is a better environment to continue to exist, or something that wants to expand its own power - its own realm, but it leads to sin and failure. Is that what you want to say?

"You too... because you came from the vortex urge of roots? It doesn't look like much of what you're trying to do will change. It has a different purpose than a normal sperm."

Saying so, Mastiel gave a distorted grin.

"That's right. More than I've lived in consciousness... it's a ridiculous story about just sleeping in that unconscious sea and the seal. I move forward to be me."

And so he said away, scattering a spark of magic.

"What can I tell you? If the roots swirl and my origins are the same, let me rule. In that case... you will be free from this impulse and hatred to scorch yourself, and even the ideals that the foolish king envisioned will come true."

Open one eye and laugh, as if it were a wonderful thing.

Really? Again, I'm not the pre-emptor I heard about, I'm not like a normal spirit, I'm not like an evil spirit.

You think it's the business of life and the sense of purpose as the thoughts and sperms of the Predecessor? This is the result of those things being distorted and mixed up.

I know you want to exist. I won't deny that, and I can't.

But if you are unwilling to find a drop point with others, for the Pluto and the living, it is only a threat and an enemy. We bump into each other, and it doesn't end until one of them disappears.

Various things are mixed and distorted, but the conclusion is a simple story. Because in the end, it is only a theory of weak and strong eating, whether through me or through me.

"If so, there's no complaining about losing and being eliminated, is there?

"Damn, you're the ones to be eliminated!

Give my words an awesome grin. When I think I've spread my wings, I come in at a tremendous rate wrapped around the thunder of excess magic.

This one also expands and accelerates the gravitational wing of Vallos. I crossed to slap a blow. Inversion. It intertwines and clashes many times while leaving residual light over the temple, and when it is bounced, it cuts in.

An immense amount of magic that you can't beat with awakening magic. The scale of existence across the world, is it good to speak of? Because it's too big, it's hard to interfere with the time flowing to him and manipulate it directly - at least in the middle of a fight.

I can interfere with the phenomenon that appeared outside, such as interference with the time that flows to me. But - as a prerequisite, we have to secure a handbill to inhibit metastasis. Because he - he didn't give up going directly to Rivera while I fought myself.

In fact, while I'm cutting it, I'm trying to nullify my inhibitory formula. The art of disabling it further has been combined - resulting in a battle with magical constructions like chickens and interference waves in each other's emitting art.

The same goes for making the Ioan, but the memory of the Predecessor and the knowledge stored in the Underworld. Magic supplied from the body. As a result of the combination of these objects, they have as much magical knowledge, power, and control as possible.

In the scenery flowing at ridiculous speeds, they bend over in sharp angular orbits that ignore inertia and beat each other up at high speeds for an undisputed attack. Turn around avoiding sliding through the blade of the imminent sickle in front of you. Accelerate and flip if you see a blow from behind. If we wave the uroboros overhead, the shocks will run and go to each other.

A magic circle that changes a tattoo in your hand even in such an offense. Magic circles unfold in these hands so that they fit together, and the interference waves widen as we anticipated the machine. Do you also know how to spell, the counter against deactivation is planted.

I'll put up the interference waves and let them go, even as this one fires a blow. Curse back counter against the curse. The curse of each other is visualized, and the beast and the curse devour each other and extinguish.

Making a noise, I wondered if his shoulder mouth had become indeterminate like black water, deforming into something like a dragon's head, from which he had flashed.

In normal magic, even in disguise from the Magic Circle, he reads the art and responds, so he has exercised his abilities more in keeping with his roots. Shall we say that the urge of the vortex of roots has taken shape?

The flashes emitted tear the sky apart, dodging and penetrating twice, three times while flying around heaven and earth. Big Upper Stage. Avoid the flashes emitted the moment you tap Uroboros with a piece of skin and tap a dagger built with a decomposition formula into the dragon's head.

A dragon's head, choosen between his eyebrows with a distressed look, pulls into Mastiel's body. From my left hand, which I stretched out to reach instead, something like a hundred paws jumped out and showed me a movement that cut my torso.

Nemea and Capella stop each of the big jaws approaching from left to right. If you knock the aggregated magic shockwave straight into the head of a hundred feet, you bounce it from the inside out.

A sickle pops out of a blown cross section of a hundred feet and slashes it as it becomes like a whip. If you were half-baked and avoided, a blow passed that ripped apart the space you were in to the brink.

Immediately jump up Uroboros to hit. A hundred feet is pulled back into the shape of his left arm, and he takes my blow with a sickle pattern in his hand. Shaped like an imminent, it sprinkles a large spark around it.

Gravity control and magic radiation won't push you to the brink - but the shape of the Great Sickle accidentally became indeterminate and slipped through. Now, I expect it. I guess the Great Sickle is also hardening into that form because of his own existence.

By multiplying the shield and creating a cage, you eliminate the sickle's destination, form a blade of repulsion from the tip of the uroboros, gain momentum with gravity control, and knock the slash through Mastiel's shoulder - swing it out.

It took the form of a slash on the hanging. A normal life form would not be a strange response to becoming incapable of combat now, but it would not be fatal to Mastiel, who is a plutocracy.

The slashed cross section is swirling darkness. Immediately blocked and reformulated the Great Sickle in his hand, he came straight into slaughter.

Deviate and knock in the attack. Whenever an attack crosses and clashes, the shockwave spreads to tell between me and Mastiel.

If you surround the sickle with a shield, the sickle will melt in your body. The sickle looms from another direction. Return moves to return moves. Jump your fist up as you expand your shield to derail the orbit of the sickle.

A spear-like spider leg pops out of its back and stabs it through with a golden dancing sword that unfolds, stopping it from sewing into the air. I stopped moving. There...

"Burn it down!

Put Zevion's inflammatory properties on the golden magic. Build and bathe polar flame heat waves. The spider's legs burn and Mastiel flies away.

If you go down but get out of the heat wave range and wave the sickle as you go, the giant slashing wave loomed at a tremendous rate. Fly to fly over and penetrate in some tortuous orbit.

Consumption of magic power - no problem. Tierra, everyone in this world, everyone in the Underworld. It's like a big force pouring in and having my back supported by a bunch of forces. I have that feeling. So - even Mastiel, who is receiving a supply of power from the main body of the predecessor, is able to fight without problems.

Fly with wings flapping, cut together side by side.

Crossing of slaughter and blow. A shockwave that can be bounced. A sickle blade cleaves a piece of paper space, steps in and takes a blow, forming and launching an inhibitory technique to each other's surgical formula. If the spells and spells that you build collide and fly in the surrounding space, and you meet your weapons, a deformed beast's mouth appears and the light from it flashes. Knock in the light bullet from the front to offset. With a huge blast spreading, I go in for a magical reaction.

If we're going to talk about simple offense, martial arts, this one is slightly higher.

However, even if it is shaped close to the human form, it only makes it look good. Because it mutates and unleashes the factors that reside within - it becomes a pretty unusual offense.

Scratch and tap into and sharpen the blades of decomposition ceremonies and repulsion. That's - it plays instantly. In countless rewards for blows, spikes, and slaughter, Mastiel has also shown the tactic of daring through an unbreakable degree of attack while coming across a counterattack on the spot.

Near battle. The blows are also woven, attacked, and whenever they deviate, heavy shocks rush through them. Immortality... No, near immortality, huh? Even if it is scraped, it will recover quickly due to the supply from the main unit.

"Again, yeah. I'm closer to the main unit than I am to the supply of power to you, and I focus my power faster."

He weaves a spell in the blow he dares to take, but he responds to it and takes it not to get it decent.

Slightly slit around cheeks, but shallow. If you step in and give him a uro, he'll laugh and jump back while he's hit.

On the sickle raised by Mastiel, a huge magic circle unfolded, creating a swollen mass of darkness. Awesome magic radiation.

Massive magic - the speed at which the phenomenon unfolds is spiritual. That's up to par with the ability to awaken, but the speed of magic supply is higher on its own, huh?

So you're even seeing that there's a winning eye in a big magic meeting? Then what does this guy do to hit me with that blow?

That gaze is directed to the ground. Mastiel laughs. At the end of his gaze is everyone fighting to protect Queen Bell...

Mastiel trying to unleash a dark shell on the ground, not on me.

Control gravitational wings and accelerate with magic light propulsion. I deploy a magic circle, too, as I circle in to interrupt on the ray. Light Magic 9th Class Starlight Nova -.

Huge flashes of light clash with dark lumps emitting sparks, and through the Uroboros, the heavy shocks that occur in clashes between the Great Magic run. Mutual surgical rituals interfere with each other and thunder scorches the outer walls of contraindicated land.

There - the black monsters poked in. A monster who builds a shield and takes it, but whose tip mutates like a bone spear, decides to erode the shield. Nemea and Capella pay off, but many are passive. Through the shield, he chooses his flank...

That was it. A bunch of black monsters who were poking at us are wrapped in more than a vast black sphere and pushed to concentrate on one point.

It's not my operation. This technique - this technique -.

"- Long time no see. As always, there's noise around you."

Look in the direction of your voice. There was his - Vallos' back - standing there to protect me.

"Oh, oh..."

Osgrave leaks his voice. Another demon, Beristio waves his arm, the flash runs, and the monsters he was about to gather again disappear into the explosion.

"But, well, the promise seems to be kept, and I appreciate it"

And the other one.

"-Because it looks like Theo is fighting. If I prayed to the queen and asked her to do me a favor, I could be here."

From behind, I hear a nostalgic voice. Chosen flank pain, disappearing. Pull away. Oh. Yes. Really? Queen Bell.

If you're in a situation where you say you can help, you'd hope so. If it's that superior... I'm sure we'll see each other again at any time. I don't want you to go to the Underworld. I'm sure it's my fault.

So, win. Push Starlight Nova in so that you can hone in the thoughts that come in. It was a great magic that was antagonizing, but this procedure began to push.

"Shit!"

I accidentally lose my load. The explosion occurred when this technique was pushed out at once. It's also helpful to be here. Seeing as the situation is bad in a simple output battle, is the push on this spot a conceded form?

"I'm coming. We have to do something about him."

"Yeah. You're going."

"I hope you decide"

I haven't recovered enough magic, but I can't let him go free because I have metastatic magic. I'm going for Mastiel's magic reaction flying straight next to me, and I'm going in this one. Release interfering waves to inhibit metastatic magic. Take Mastiel's attack as he flips in and cuts in.

That's when. The sealed junction of sleep was lifted. The Ioans who were fighting everywhere seem to be crushed, too. The lifting of the sealed bond of sleep - is the result of the defeat of Ioan in the lower temple and the freedom of movement of the Prunerius and his men.

"Now the ritual moves forward without delay"

Mastiel laughs when Uroboros and the Great Sickle press each other and say so with sparks scattered.

"Kuku. It seems to be doing well to the extent that the deceased has joined us. The struggle with you… the awakening of our main body is approached by that dawn. Verdione's incarnation is a ritual, but it's no use."

Dawn in the struggle. Fighting spirit awakens the body, he said. The last time I was ambushing you was because you had a calculation to unseal it, even when it was a battle from the beginning?

If so, why did you try to keep Riveira down? I wish I'd just set up a fight from the start.

"It's irrelevant if I smash you. The main body can't be unrelated to the consciousness of the predecessor, so you're working detached from the incarnation, right?

I can do as many as I want. It also means we have the biggest collaborators, and Queen Bell and Rivera are alive and well. To my words, Mastiel deepened his grin.

"Right. But even if it was possible for you, you can't do it as soon as possible. Why do you think we talked about this on purpose? Slightly archaic, but if you're a living person or a deceased person, the scratches on your cheek from the sickle you put on earlier are enough! Let me show you the power of the king over the underworld!

"Power," he said!?

Queen Bell opens her eyes.

"Damn, I can't help not knowing. It's a power that has never been exercised since the beginning of the Underworld!

He said he couldn't even take it with his crafted magic.

Say so. Mastiel deploys a magic formation at his feet. Thus, something like a black wind spread across all directions.

It blows through -. It's so frigid. It's like a deep, cold water bottom. Oh. This feeling. I know. It is the wind of death.

As for the composition of the surgery, it resembles a spell. I watched the Magic Circle and built a stubborn return move, but that didn't make any sense.

The power of the Predecessor. It's probably the power to sum up the souls of this world. It's like putting a subject under the influence with one slight scratch and taking his soul away. Power as the god of death, which sums up the underworld.

So. As a natural consequence.

Gravity wings disperse. Mastiel laughed at me like I was losing my power.

So...

It doesn't make sense to me. I had also built a return move, but it didn't make any sense.

Slap the knife into Mastiel's body.

"That was a misprospect."

"Hey!?

Mastiel waves a big sickle with a stunned look on his face. He regained his position while dodging, kicked his shield, and jumped back a lot. They look at me like I can't believe it.

"Why not die now!? That's what... If that's what happens...!?

You don't have to answer why. Even if it was quite a shock to set up Uroboros, Mastiel will look at me with a stunned look on his face.

That's right. If that's the case, it's not the soul from this world. I am not subject to the spell that started there because I am not a soul attached to the king of the underworld.

Some cause of soul straying from another world… If there is something like soul straying from a different world in this world, for example, dimensional distortion, etc.

I'm sure that's who I am. It was in the record that the seal of the predecessor was about to be unsealed, resulting in dimensional distortion. As for time, I was born a Theodore, a while ago.

It was a distortion in the underworld that caused my soul to fall on this side.

Falling into the vortex of the circle, the bleaching of memories didn't work either because it was the soul of another world... maybe the wavelength or something is different.

Although I am interfering with the Earth and the parallel world of my own volition, the cause before that... maybe that's what happened when I was born with the memory of the Earth as the first incision.

But, well, explain it - I don't even think Mastiel understands. It's no use talking.

"You're a kind king, my lord. I had that power and didn't want it to be good to wield. I don't like how you used that power on purpose... but do you think I can afford to solve the mystery for you?

"What, to? Grr!?"

Mastiel does his hand around his chest to leak a distressed voice and his body shakes.

It's a gap in consciousness where we won. It was too much to tap directly into the surgical ceremony and make it work for you.

"What, this is uhh!?

From the back, a flame of polar colour erupts. What can I say? Those are magic flames that disrupt magic as fuel. That's the one Rosemary used when he was imprisoned in Orgius' painting. I knocked directly into the spell creature that synthesized it.

Since the sealed kingdom of sleep seems to be countered, the sealing technique was aimed at inhibiting the opponent's behavior with a special attack that accompanied the spell, assuming that the sealing technique had countermeasures. If you are disturbed by the flow of magic from within and can exercise magic or lift the spell, that would be a surprise... well, it seems to work well enough.

Set up a Uroboros to scatter a spark of magic and deploy gravitational wings again. Everyone is sending me strength. Unlike Mastiel, who is no longer able to supply magic properly, my magic is rapidly recovering.

"Dear Sir, when..."

I won't let you say it till the end. He was ramming in at full speed and definitely slamming a blow from Uroboros. Like chasing a bouncing mastiel, he hits one, two shots while flying fast and a fun roaring uroboros, jumping right, left.

"Ahhh!

Roar. Arms stretched toward this one, reshaping. It deformed like a dragon's jaw - that was it. No light is emitted from the dragon's jaw, and a flame of polar colour erupts from all over his body, deforming it, which also collapses.

This magic has been restored for a short time. If the opponent is a sperm, the procedure to be used is determined. This guy won't give back to the main body, to the vortex of the roots.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Expanded Magic Circle. Mastiel raised his voice to the scale of the procedure. It doesn't matter, activate the procedure. Light, Dark Composite Art Spirit Banisher.

"Get lost."

If we shook up Uroboros, a giant pillar of light swallowed Mastiel.