Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Warcraft's magic swells up.

Here's who this whole area was in the blank zone. He swallowed everything up in the wetlands and was taking it inside himself.

The nature of swallowing it or taking it in. Lord of the wetlands, but of the late nature? Or is it the kind of race you were born with?

Uroboros is erected to match the Warcraft, and the magic is refined with circular smell. A blue-colored crystal sword stretched from the right sleeve, wondering if the magic concentrated under the borough cloth.

That's... I can tell at a glance that it's the same thing, although it's different in shape from the spear that was piercing Ludovia's belly. In other words, if it is slashed or pierced with it, it will crystallize.

But - if the magic equilibrium is broken, it's a story of. If you have a magical element, it's still a matter of time. The fact that the magic of the state change system has also tapped deep into the opponent becomes a fable and strengthens the effect. In short... if you don't eat a deadly blow, you can contain it.

Let Uroboros haunt the magic he has worked out, kick the shield and poke it at him.

He stepped on the spot and matched my blow. Sounded heavy, Uroboros and the crystal sword bumped into each other, and each other's magic interfered and scattered sparks. Uroboros distorts the edge of his mouth. There is no erosion.

But the Warcraft cuts back without even showing where it moved. It was not a move that I left to my strength. Slash with magic wrapped around the sword. Accelerate in response to this martial arts attempt to recieve. He slips out rearward and then quickly flips himself in and cuts in.

Sharp. Unbelievable craftsmanship. It is - similar to the martial arts of the people of the Moon, starting with Queen Aurelia.

Is that what you once saw on the battlefield? I guess he took the technology that the Bellion Dora martial artists, who fell carelessly, were wearing as knowledge.

It becomes a technical battle that competes for each other's skill, contrary to the appearance of a magician-like style and manipulation of puppets.

Flashing slaughter. Get half-hearted, avoid it and slap the dragon wand in. Cut back slaughter.

We use that momentum to jump a magical stone poke, where each other's gains clash and bounce.

Even plundering around his face, he avoided spinning backwards away from his torso.

Magic reaction to the hem of the borough cloth -! The spikes of the crystal are unleashed with a running momentum along with the kind of tricks that roll out the kick.

"Solid Hammer!"

Instantly unfold the surgical ceremony and slap it head-on. Rock chunks and crystal spikes collide and smash and scatter.

The crushed guy's moves - he's still alive. Turn when the crystal shards twist. When they pin me to space as if they were going to pinpoint my position, they shoot me in from there as a bullet.

It's the same with my solid hammer that's alive. The protection of the crystal against bullets to be tapped into is left to the solid hammer that has turned into the shield of a small golem, going straight into the body of the Warcraft.

Moments of clash - shooting magic shockwaves in with blows. Hands are good. Step in as you cut back late and jump up the reverse end of the uroboros to see a blow to the side head.

A wild inquiry. Or is it your own ability to detect? The blow, which they thought would strike directly, ends only with a plunder. When he was shielded by a crystal sickle that unfolded to wind from side to side just with the counterattack, he was flying back and forth in large measure.

"I know...... I know the moves now...! Excellent, vegan, seems......! Demon opponent... then you can also test your moves satisfactorily... it didn't come true, but if you..."

Warcraft holding down the plundered part by hand. The borough cloth was torn and the face beneath it was dewy. Surprisingly, that's a young man's face. However, the hair and skin are gray and white, and the tip of the hair is bluish and permeable like crystals.

Red pupils in black eyes. Although the pupils are thin longitudinal and obviously not human...

From the magic wavelengths I've felt in the clashes so far and their appearance, I can see just a little who I am...... I also think. I'm taking a human figure... but it's some kind of incarnation. Aged creatures dwelled in magic and changed. Mutations of native creatures, incarnations, so they can't be spirits or demons. Magic wavelengths are also mutated and it's hard to tell who they are.

In front of my eyes, the crystal presses from the shoulder to the rear. Not even with the wings. What it's for.

He opens his eyes and takes his place. Not only do I learn, I also drill by hunting demons, I guess. Still didn't fill him, I guess.

Besides, I know, you said. Gardinis. He used his magic shockwave to show it to me in the land. Did you capture the memory of that person?

"What's your name?

He asks.

It's Theodore.

"Right. I don't have a name. There was no one to call his name. But if I beat a man as strong as you... whoever calls my name in awe shall also appear."

Did you also share the strong desire for strength by swallowing the carelessness of others? There are similarities between demons that accumulate magic.

I know that feeling of seeking strength because I couldn't reach it... but drilling and retaliation coming from carelessness shouldn't be this guy's own motive.

Lonely drill with lost purpose, huh? You can see the influence of demons, whether by name or not.

"Try it. I'm going out with you."

If you strip your fangs and laugh, he laughs with his eyes open, too. Explode up the magic and go in. Clash. Tapping the magic shockwave with the blow returned a strange response.

One of the countless crystals grown from the shoulder sprinkles. There is no obstacle to the movement of the Warcraft. Cut off at a rate that doesn't even catch my eye. I'll meet you.

A ground-like role to miss a shock......!

Gardinis' magic shockwave defeated someone who worked it out, a carelessness created that he had to fight next.

That's not all. He himself punches a magic shock wave from the bottom of his palm. Right. The best way to do this is to drill it so you can use it yourself.

But that's the same thing with me. After a flash of surprise, he grinned deeply with joy as he unfolded a magic shield that shocked the area receiving the palm bottom to offset it.

Countless shocks and shocks collide, scattering sparks and shattering crystals.

It's called martial arts that draw the flow of the people of the moon, it's called the moves of Gardinis… it's something that feels all kinds of causes. If you are a ghost of the past, left by a deserted Belliondola, is it natural to have deep ties to me...

Even if such a thought passes his head, he is pushed away and buried by countless attacks that are exchanged between each blink. Fly in separate directions using a combined mirage body. I also seemed to be perplexed for a moment by the martial arts killer's illusion of inconsistency in motion and direction of movement, but I've been tracking this one precisely without being perplexed as to whether it will be detected by the Warcraft's sensing abilities.

That's fine then. It's an ingredient for exploring who he is, and there's a way to make the illusion itself fatal -!

Hit him accidentally with a golem created to perfectly overlap the Mirage Body phantom.

Direct hit. I thought I was chasing the main body. The Warcraft movement stops for a moment. Continue to leave a phantom where I am myself and step inside the time with a compact reep. I don't use shock waves. If you use your magic to shake through the uroboros, strike straight into the torso area and the excess magic bursts. Warcraft is blown away in a big way.

"Gaha!"

Adequately heavy response. Still, the Warcraft doesn't stop. He unfolds a few thin crystal blades in his hand and releases them like a hand-backed sword. The magic of releasing a black-purple spark dwelt on each and every one of them. Cut the sky open so that a blade like light penetrates through it and approaches it.

Inevitable. Stick it out of your head, only bounce what hits you and follow.

Can you bring out the magic you've worked out instantly, even with a decent blow, because you're turning your thoughts on the demons you've built up inside into power? Even if you beat him on the defense, if he gets attacked properly, it's not going to crystallize.

Fly at an awesome rate with black purple magic all over your body before you are caught up. That is unmistakable demon flying technique.

This one also draws awakening magic to increase speed and power. Flip. Has it recovered from damage? Repeat the clash as you pull the tail of the light and intertwine over the snowfield.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

Roaring. A few large crystal spears like those unleashed on Ludovia appear in the air, knocking them in a vastly widening orbit. It crumbles into fine dust on all sides and pours like rain. Take that - in the gravitational field of Vallos, which unfolded with both hands sticking out to the side. All the countless crystal bullets that should have diffused to the point where there is no escape are swallowed up by the gravitational field - accelerated by the swing-by procedure of gravity and shot back.

You didn't expect it to be returned to you, the warcraft you receive with your arms crossed. It doesn't seem to crystallize itself.

Blowing the golden magic of awakening out of his whole body, he was exposed to a storm of crystals, yet solidified so that he could only be seen for a moment.

It's past carelessness, resentment, and despair that the source of his power has accumulated over the years. So - I guess you can instantly handle the enormous amount of magic that an individual can't catch up with just by refining it to handle. But that's the same for me. Because awakening magic is what brings me to the royal family of the moon, or I can amplify it with the help of my thoughts from those who support and support my path.

I won't spare you. His values and abilities are incompatible with mine. But I pay tribute to drilling. That's why he defeats him with all the strength, all the spiritual moves he's ever worn on his journey.

"Let's go!

Concentrate your elaborate magic on your palms. Put your hands over your head as you expand your magic circle. If you hold your fist - the flash spreads radially, losing color and sound from the place where that light arrives.

Everything stops moving in sight. The ultimate in awakening ability.

Live the golden magic in Uroboros and penetrate it. Knock the blow in multiple times without fail, leaving the surgery behind and pulling it out behind him.

Maintaining the time pause is the limit of magic. Where I slipped backwards, swinging straight through the uroboros would bring the normal flow of time back to a world where colors and sounds were lost.

That's because - the blow you smacked in takes effect at exactly the same time.

Behind me, the striking noise overlapped at the same time and sounded an awesome burst. Take the shock of a blow from a completely different direction at the same time without touching it. That is tantamount to being swallowed by a burst pressure instantaneously.

"Huh!?

Without even knowing what had happened, the Warcraft was swallowed by the impact of the blow. To fit the void of consciousness. The technique he left behind without daring to guess is shot into him with a slight time difference.

The one used is an application of the sealing technique, but close to the technique of Veristio, which interferes with the soul.

These techniques - because I fought with Beristio and saw his power, and because I can borrow one end of my power from Beristio, who is gaining his divinity - will be.

If you are swallowing past carelessness, resentment and a source of power, you can indulge in the values, memories and emotions that conflict with them.

In other words - powerlessness and sealing by offsetting the source of ability.

His values are those of past tragedies, but that's not what he wanted. I guess it's because it was that when it came to vivid memories in a closed world, or because that's all I know, it was stained.

About, his body swayed. It falls straight towards the snowfield. In it, change is solved by being wrapped in light. The wrecks spreading beneath his eyes also stopped moving and saw them collapse with the mud.

That was how it fell over the snowfield - a white snake with scales that had degenerated into crystals. The incarnation of a serpent living in a wetland, huh?