Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Neschfel's warlords activate the inscriptions incorporated into their gear. It's an engraving technique of enchantment and physical enhancement to weapons and protective equipment. Efficiency and safety have been improved, and both gear and own magic are consumed to strengthen both defenses.

It is the policy of the kingdom of Neschfel to make effective use of the unused part in a way that is possible, because the martial officers who do not use magic more by magic than by the former.

That said, being allowed these kinds of gear is limited to elites such as advanced knights with thick faith. The engraving used in the equipment is a secret that combines multiple things, and it is well managed because it is a secret.

The resurrection of Queen Jerrah and the concomitant covenant are the ultimate goals of the Lanebs. Because he feared that the plan would leak from the suspicious movement, Raneb did not approach those who had been given such equipment or them.

In other words, the chest statues gathered informally by Raneb do not possess the equipment, and that is arguably the advantage of Neschfel's martial arts officers. The men of the bust - an effective weapon to counter the reinforcement of the Evil Spirit gained by the followers of Queen Jerrah.

It builds the fighting spirit and lets the sword wrap its magical glow around it and slashes it into Laneb's subordination. The opposing believers also took the slaughter of the martial officers as they rose the disturbing aura from their bodies and stuck a fierce grin on their faces.

At the same time, the palms tie the mark and the engraving ceremonial light flashes. The martial officers pay for the small explosion caused by the shield equipped on their left hand to counter the followers who cut in unintentionally via the blast. The sound of a sword trident echoes.

Martial arts, martial arts, engraving and the power of the Spirit. It's a brawl that flies with the sound of a spear.

High-ranking demons, magical creatures and evil spirits, martial arts officers and believers. As they cut together, Raneb and Prince Oran and Rapshem confront each other.

There are two men beside Laneb who were in the eyelid and also in the bust. The belly of Raneb, those who should be called near.

"Oran let me do it directly. Imrod... you guys keep your hands off me"

"It would be good"

When Raneb says, the eyelid man nods and turns his gaze to the Rapshems.

"I didn't expect you to come after me to the end of this desert. I wish I lived quietly in the back of the woods."

A man in his eyelid sees the Rapshems as he pulls out a sword hung on his hips and tells him to throw up.

"Kuk, isn't that nice, Imrod? Whether you live in the woods or not, your majesty is going to cut you off as a traitor."

"Sure...... Zacam is right, maybe I can be more convinced than to die knowing nothing"

The man in the eyelid - Imrod said as he looked to Rapshem.

"Who are you people?

Imrod's, Prince Orlan asks, uncomfortable with the way he talks about Raneb.

Imrod and the two accompanying him are slightly different in colour from those of Neschfel, whether dressed or engraved on the body. Unlike when I was masquerading as a martial artist, there was an atmosphere of another clan if this was their original garment.

"Just like you guys. A descendant of a family divided from the ancient kingdom. However, there is a difference that we were expelled from the ancient kingdom in the course of history. The others are from Neshfer, gathered by His Highness Raneb."

"That's right. Me, Imrod and Zeti have lived in the desert as exiled people. The Holy Eye has been lost from us... but that one will guide us beyond the return of His Majesty the True Queen"

Imrod, Zeti, Zacam and the men who speak each other's names. Zacam gave the Rapshems a holy eye - a third eye, and he did his hand on his forehead with a slightly abominable look that they didn't care that they didn't have it.

"I wonder if you've taken sides with the Queen, or if you've been banished trying to restore the Queen's ways."

"Raneb's been looking for us, and you're chewing on it, aren't you?

Leshtum wrapping around the water and Enmel holding a whirlwind in her arms. Imrods laugh meaningfully at the two words.

"Well, let's get started."

Raneb holds his magic in his wand and spreads his hands. Like cutting the word off. It moved simultaneously, pinching a moment of silence and staring at each other. The power of the wrapped spirits of the Rapshems and the power of the evil spirits in which the Imrods dwell collide to make a noise as if they had collided.

Light dwells on the tip of the wand that was in Laneb's hands, and the magic circle unfolds. I'll let the thunderstorm go.

Prince Oran slashes into Raneb as he breaks through a lightning strike as he unfolds the light wall of the engraved demonic prop.

Laneb took the blow with his cane when he peeled his fangs off and laughed. A wand with magic and a fighting sword scatter sparks at the intersection. Laneb flushes and leaps big back. Ice scatter emitted at the same time. Prince Oran makes a breakthrough while flying a fighting slaughter wave and chases him into the air.

Allow the shield to approach the scaffolding in the air, but still Laneb was laughing.

"Excellent......! I can see your genius move, too! Looks like the power's gushing from within!

Even though he's wrapped up in a struggle, Laneb can't be pushed away. Pulling through the short sword suspended on his hips with the wand, expanding the magic circle to eject light from the wand, he meets all the time when he breaks Prince Oran's slaughter from the front, leaving it to improve his reaction speed and strength.

"Why are you doing this?" You said you were the one who put those words to me young to learn well to make the kingdom a better one!

"The kings and nobles are at peace over the technology of the past, making it good to be pushed into such a narrow and painful realm as is between magic build-ups and stagnant! The people are easily flushed and not uplifted! You're one of them! A country built in the first place on betrayal to its master! I don't care about everything! That's why I make the ideal country with His Majesty Jerrah!

"It's the peace my ancestors built! And yet you don't have to hold back the grievances of the people with all your might to shed blood? If you're serious, you don't deserve to be royal!

"I don't know what it is because a young man like you recognized me."

Raneb shakes off at will to let him ride the impact of the clash. At the distance, a giant fireball swells up over the palm raised by Raneb.

Fireballs released. Prince Oran flying away. A flash of delay knocks a fireball into the floor, shaking it, causing an explosion and turning one side into a sea of fire. But there is no Prince Oran there. He was kicking shields with a fighting spirit in his legs and changing his manoeuvres in the air.

It's a magic trick that Theodore gave me. Providing air war gear was not enough time and skill, but in Neschfel, the martial officers brought by Prince Oran were also elite. Even if it is not a free movement, it is used to a certain extent as a scaffold. At least there's nothing like being unilaterally attacked from the air.

If that's enough, Prince Oran sharpens his fighting temper as he jumps into the air. You can't pull it off because you're gaining strength in your covenant with Queen Jerrah.

Even though Queen Jera herself has no direct power over the Evil Spirit, Theodore and the demons who agree with him are fighting with us. If we defeat Laneb, it will not only lead to Queen Jerrah, but also to cutting the resilience of the Evil Spirit. They bought a helper knife and came out, so we can help ourselves, the parties.

Even now. The magical creature of the tomb guard is protecting Prince Oran's back. Cross your sword with the evil spirits that have poked at you. That was reliable, not only for the Theodores, but for those of the ancient kingdoms at the time who felt like they were helping us.

So - Prince Oran's war will never waver without fine dust. Fly left to the right and slash into Raneb so he can be dispersed by the smoke of the explosion.

The war has changed. From a defensive battle to seal it in the ruins and keep it from fleeing, to a riot while protecting the evil spirits from penetrating the princes of Oran. Once settled there, the equilibrium of evil spiritual opponents will also change. Maintaining the defensive field and preventing escape is no longer that important. So leave it to Ludovia, Tears, and the soldier bees, and Osgrave will be out front again.

Form an army of smoke. Mix the fake into it, regardless of the enemy allies, and put your back on the enemy's fake, while the fake allies work with the person.

That's Osgrave's role. It plays an aggressively disruptive role, as a result of which it has developed a wide field of smoke, so Osgrave himself is the result of attracting evil spirits, and the enhancement by focusing on himself is negligible… above understanding and where we want it.

If my buddy is pushed, we can help him outrun the crisis and prevent a cross spear from entering the battle between Prince Orlan and the Rapshems. Spreading smoke can also be expected to cover and conceal Esnatura's puddles and Alheim's mud.

Plus - there are measures.

"Mm."

Ozgreave leaking his voice low. At the moment I looked back, a blow by Aura's nails had carved a deep wound to Osgrave's neck, following a proper attack by the flying evil spirit. The moment I thought so, Osgrave's body was misty. A magnum formed of crystals emerges from the feet of the Evil Spirit who shaken off the attack and pinches every body of the Evil Spirit. The evil spirits, whose bodies are properly sandwiched with crystal fangs, roar up and twist themselves, but Osgrave's smoke also clutters around as if to strengthen the crystal, depriving them of their freedom without letting them destroy it.

"Pfft. Sounds good inside."

That's what Osgrave said and laughed at was under the floor stone in the basement with Corliss. It is Corliss who snorts at the words of Osgrave.

The engraving ceremony applied to the basement is a countermeasure applied to evil spirits and spiritual bodies, and has no effect on demons and demons. Because of this, Corliss can take advantage of the terrain and use the space inside the walls, floors, and ceilings.

If Osgrave cooperates with Corliss, he will be able to broadly deploy his body's defenses, knowing that they will fall, and he will be able to thoroughly engage the disruptors. Combining smoke and crystals without entities, it allows for variable and spontaneous attacks and support while watching the war situation.

That said, the war situation still does not allow for prediction. While exchanging words with Corliss, looking at the entire battlefield, Osgrave was careful to spread smoke all over the basement, appearing his own impostor who had been destroyed.