Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The puppet of the Warcraft that emerged from under the snow. Because over the years we had swallowed the demons into the wetlands beneath the snow, not only the remains of the war dead, but also the demons, one after the other. That size is an irrefutable number, even if you call it the earliest army.

Many demons have died crystallized alive and sucked up resentment from it, crawling out of the mud as puppets of crystallization.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Simultaneously roaring, the puppets of the wreck swaddle a black-purple aura around their limbs, and kick and fly the wetlands.

The wreckage is not undead, but it is the end of the habit of those who have been swallowed up by the wetlands in carelessness, fear and despair.

The resentment during the desperation is captured in the body of the Warcraft and remains part of the memory, knowledge, of the Warcraft. Reinforce the vessel called the Skeletons by simulating and resonating a piece of them… an ability that should also be called a tone fork of resentment.

By releasing the army of puppets with an impulse of resentment, it means that automatic manipulation can strike the living and the moving without sight. Warcraft is - all you have to do is look at the war situation and tell them the policy.

Interceptions are with Theodore. Faces like Calcedone and Citria, Riveira and Yui and Durahan turn to the Xandrius and their escorts on the Sirius.

"This kind of thing... when you call it a monster that takes in resentment and fools the dead - it doesn't make the same difference, it does what it does in the demonic realm - it reminds you of Bellmrex!

Rubelencia opens her eyes and strips her fangs and goes straight into the flock of wreckages. Each other's growls and growls bump into each other. If Rubelencia waved through with magic in her nails in the momentum of the assault, the bone remains mutilated in the shape of the nail strike as it stood.

That's how it was torn to pieces for a moment. When the mud connects the body in such a way as to make up for the mutilation, it wraps the magic of the black purple and dances from behind the rubelencia.

I wonder if he launched it to snap it off his tail, where Cardia showers a brace of petrification and Lindblum taps into a free-stretching spear ready for his ankle. Crushed, torn apart and falling wrecks. Playback from there - does not.

It was the petrification of Cardia that interfered, overriding the reign of the Warcraft. Lindblum snipes with demon props from high altitude off the control of the Warcraft.

By order of the Warcraft body, which sees incompatibility with the other wreckage, the petrified area is crushed and severed by itself. Immediately the mud buried them and connected them together.

Even looking at it - Rubelencia laughs. I enjoy working with Lindblum and Cardia, just like that.

"Cook, dragons and magical creatures. It's near the edge. It's a blemish. Let's just keep putting it together and smash it from the edge."

When Rubelencia said pleasantly, Lindblum and Cardia raised their voices in unison.

Explosive magical hypertrophy of warcraft like filling a snowfield. The aftermath had also reached the Sirius, which was located above. That was nothing more than the capture of the position of the Sirius. The wrecks head there in big numbers.

but -. The side of the Sirius was moving faster than the wreckage reached. We rush in at high speeds toward a group of looming wreckages with the cover-up fields wrapped around them. The exact position, the wreckage that hadn't grabbed the shape, was bounced off, and Durahan and Tiers left the Sirius a moment late there. Apirasian soldier bees cut in.

Durahan's sword flashed. A mutilated wreck burns up by a green flame. The wrecks are not undead, but Durahan's power acts on the vessel itself, which is resonating. If Durahan slashes me, regeneration won't work.

Still, it's not like I don't have a hand on the Warcraft side. Combining several bones to form a sword, it wraps the aura of black purple and cuts it in. If Durahan intercepted it with a great sword, each other's magical powers were scattered and bounced with a spark of interference.

It was bounced. There - several barrages of air bombs are slammed in like they cover Durahan. Supported shelling by Xandrius and the others from the deck. Intercept with a bone sword, but it attenuates the magic and gets shot through.

Regardless of the Battle of the White Soldiers, if it's a shootout, the Xandrius and the others have had enough experience linking up in the hunt. We're all fighting to help Ludovia, but we didn't want to be protected.

Arrange on the deck and deploy defensive fields with demonic props. On top of that, if the Sirius puts up a concealed field and moves, we can't grasp the exact coordinates.

Yui turns to the defense, and the worker bees and tears manipulate the acoustic cannon, making it a robust formation like a moving fortress.

The only way to harness mobility is when the people on deck and those fighting downstairs are in crisis. Far away, I won't run away. Attracting reduces the burden on your peers so that they can evade when someone is in a crisis. That's the kind of operation.

And the other demons are after the same thing when it comes to attracting enemy power for their people.

When a band of smoke surrounds a group of wrecks, it is compressed to keep it tight. Even if it sounds like a broken bone, the crushed wrecks take in the mud and stand up to make up for the damaged area.

"It's not a simple attack by temper - it's limitless, not now."

Ozgrieve, who sees it, says quietly.

It can attenuate magic in an attack. But the power of temper does not stop the wreckage soldiers who are driven by the resonance of resentment. Do not reduce the number of enemies.

They are incompatible enemies for demons. There is also a background of taking in the carelessness of the Bellion Dora people, and it is not strange to have hidden balls against the devil.

But that doesn't matter, Osgrave breaks off.

These kinds of arrangements are better than the original ones. If the main unit is smashed, the activity stops. In short, if we attract enemy power and reduce Theodore's burden, that's fine.

The Warcraft are also looking to strengthen their ranks by defeating themselves and taking them in. That means we won't give up attacking ourselves.

Where he wants it, Osgrave laughs.

I guess the aim of such an Osgrave is the same for the rest of us. Tesdiros is scratching the battlefield vertically and horizontally at the speed of lightning to draw attention, and Wimberg is developing a shootout while flying around at high speeds. Oldia takes power from the wreckage, stops it from functioning, and Esnatura attenuates it and traps it in the ice, making the wreckage useless and attractive.

Kastrum was also flying his fist again and sprinkling magic bullets in all directions, playing a flashy stand around.

Ozgrieve felt dependable about the movements of those fellows...... that's how he realized his emotions and laughed a little.

Even if we start acting together with Theodore, we have an agreement to cooperate if we can protect the point of sheltering our fellow hiders. That's what Osgrave thought in the beginning.

Still - if we live together and survive the battle, bonding is what we feel. If you are spending time under sealing, it will be a matter of time.

So now - I want to see the end of Theodore's chosen path, and I have no hesitation or hesitation in helping to do so.

At the same time, he feels that he doesn't want those he knows to get hurt or lose their lives.

It's unsealing, even in its present state. I am delighted with the surprise. I'm sure there are things that change by knowing. So I'm sure the future of those boys and girls who are forming themselves on the deck and releasing air bombs will surely change in the right direction from now on.

Long ago. A feeling that floats, like when I decided to run away from Halvaronis with Beristio, from respect for my fellow citizens and a vision for the future. Remembering those nostalgic memories, Osgrave laughed only a little during the battle.