Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Chris!"

"If so, the carbide...!?

Collins finds the swordsman with his favorite weapon in front of a strange swordsman who just came at the right time to say "lass boss," a leader who questions his cheapness toward his blown men (Chris).

In the next moment, what was exchanged between them was not who (what) exchanged... but a warrior-like physical language, using the weapon in their hands.

Gahhhhhh!!

Blade rewards exchanged between leader and swordsman.

But that sword, which the leader had, could not withstand a single blow of a swordsman for a moment...

Pahhhh!

And, as if, brittle glass had been struck against a hard wall, it would be easily smashed and scattered.

"Huh!"

As a result, ex-angels leaders who can use recoil when a sword hits and deflect their bodies in an attempt to avoid that worn-out dagger of an uncontrollable swordsman.

As a result, the cutting-edge of the swordsman's dagger passes at high speeds through the belly-sweeping part of the armor he was wearing...

Dogowong!!

In person, even though he hadn't touched it, somehow a huge shock was applied to the leader's abdomen, which left him with a round waist and his buttocks on the spot.

If during a melee, you lose your weapon, you say, you lose your posture... the only thing waiting for him at the next moment will be that direct hit of the rat-colored dagger that the swordsman will shake.

"Damn!

"Leader!

Collins, who felt his absolute destiny like that, struck a sword from the side, anticipating that gap in the swordsman who swung through the sword in an attempt to save the leader's predicament.

But...

Quinn!!

... I was in front of you, black evil atmosphere (?) The swordsman, who had wrapped himself around it, reacted to it at an unusual rate, pulled the shaken dagger back forcefully and took Collins' blade lightly.

So the swordsman finally utters the second word after coming here.

"I knew it was crazy... How come your body moves with tremendous momentum? Well, before you do, you're full of power, and all you feel is uncomfortable..."

With that said, a black swordsman with a puzzling look (?).

Apparently, to him too, his own movement now was an unexpected event...

But two people who had no idea what such a statement meant never loosened the hand of battle.

While Collins manages to contain the swordsman's gains, when the leader pulls himself back and rebuilds his posture...

"I'll cover you! Collins! You're avant-garde!

"Copy that!"

After such a brief exchange, he changed the style of combat.

As a result, a leader who dropped back began to say some bumpy and magical chanting words in his mouth and soon...

"... Daisy Flame!"

A mass of fist fire was released from his hand.

It is also, and still is, from the shadow of Collins, who had responded to the swordsman at close range.

Meanwhile, Collins, who had heard signs of that magic in the ears of a triangular wolf growing on his head, drew the fireball to his back critical...

"Huh!"

I turned myself aside just before the collision and avoided.

Then, naturally, the fireballs that fly in will be coming all the way to the swordsman's eye, so even if I hurried to avoid them, I wouldn't normally be able to react in time... but now the flesh has been modified (?) For a swordsman, it almost seemed to stop and see...

He calmly avoided (...) and (...) without showing any particularly surprising reactions.

... But what the swordsman thought, temporarily against that fireball he tried to avoid, when he put out his hand on the other side that wasn't holding the dagger,

"Huh!"

Bohoo!

By burning himself, he extinguished his fireballs.

I really just want to avoid damage to various installations that I don't even know what the use was behind me...

Apparently, behind his brain, for a moment, a certain girl's smile came to mind.

Such an act of sheltering his equipment... naturally, the two former angels couldn't have missed it.

"... Collins! Prioritize the destruction of the core!

"... Ri, roger!

But to the words of the leader, Collins, bewildered only for a moment.

Either to respond to the enemy in front of him or to destroy the airship's core or thought-provoking device... he seems to have hesitated for a moment to make that choice, which in any case would not spare him death.

But it's also really only momentary time, and he immediately decides, as the leader told him, to use fire magic himself to destroy the airship's core.

And the two of them, distancing themselves from the swordsman to another direction, muttered the chant in their mouths... and exercised their fire magic against the exploding magic props attached to the black cylinder in order to accomplish the most purpose they had come here...

"Daisy Flame!"

"Greedy Flare!"

its magic name (?) Two fireballs that look the same, released from both hands together.

It flew towards a black cylinder at a speed of approximately 100 km/h and as fast as a ball thrown by an average adult man.

Though the swordsman, who somehow guessed in a short time what lay ahead, hurried to advance to the point where the fire magic flew away... but seemed unable to catch up magically with the boulder.

Bohoo...

A small collision sound, caused by fire magic reaching black magic props.

... just.

Fortunately for the swordsmen, and unfortunately for the former angels... would there have been some delay between the fire magic hit and the explosion?

Thanks to this, the swordsman's outstretched hand reaches the magic prop at the timing of the explosion and succeeds in pulling it away from the black turbomolecular pump.

... was at that moment.

Dogowong!!

and booming, exploding magic props.

Sometimes this was the end of the day, and the ex-angels had installed almost all of the magic equipment they were carrying together.

Therefore, even if you pull the magic prop away from the object, you accomplish the sorrow of the ex-angels while blowing up all sorts of things around you, mainly the swordsman who brought it in, creating a far greater impact than you just destroyed the bulkhead... and that was supposed to be it.

... but it didn't actually happen.

The explosion did occur, but there's nothing like blowing up the surrounding device while that turns the swordsman's body into a piece of flesh...

Shh...

And all he had to do was eject gas from the gap in the swordsman's arm and burn his body, and it subsided.

Look at that, two former angels who lose their words.

I never thought that an explosion of magic props powerful enough to destroy even thick walls made of metal would be taken only by the body of one man, who was supposed to be nothing but a lump of soft meat.

I've seen the magnificent explosion of demonic props before, so even if I couldn't accept that fact, no one would be able to blame them.

... but apparently, that wasn't the only cause they were surprised.

"... how did this happen..."

After the explosion, a swordsman who should have been round-burned at the price of it... woke up a body that was round, as if nothing had happened, and started talking.

That figure, for the ex-angels...

"... you monsters!

"Demon Nation... is that the kind of demon king you are!

The family of the demon god Waltz... in short, he looked like a demon king class monster.

That seems to have been the same not only for the ex-angels, but also for the swordsmen themselves, who were supposed to be matmo people until recently...

"Me, why are you alive?

He seemed to have his neck clenched as he touched his own black-colored skin thinking it was burnt, hidden from the inside of a blown t-shirt.

My body without pain and without blood...

That's exactly, I didn't have the words to describe it other than to describe it as' a monster '...

... It just seems to the swordsman that that black skin was not the first thing to see.

He therefore uttered the name of a girl who would be involved in the cause at all.

"... energy"

... at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor"

Speakers for the onboard broadcast just heard the voice of Girl Energy, who was supposed to have collapsed after losing her shape.

When she apologized for some reason over the speaker in response to the swordsman's call, she later began to say why she apologized.

"I had my body implanted in Mr. Victor's body just a little bit. Now, Mr. Victor's body is looking black, like the heavy particle shield that my divers created... uh, unfolding on the surface of my body, right?

"Right... Is that what happened?"

The swordsman didn't know what the heavy particle shield she said was like... but she was physically unwell (?) was not caused by a physical modification (?) For, he exhales a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, you didn't know why he sighed like that.

"After all, was it extra? Then you'll be out of Mr. Victor's body soon. '

Energy looked worried... or asked unfortunately.

Then the swordsman...

"No, that's okay. I don't feel uncomfortable other than being stronger or tougher. Besides... if I fight, I mean, inevitably, energy will fight with me, right?

He shook his head and shook his little grin to the speaker on the ceiling, saying so.

"Uh... yeah!

"Then why don't we take down the guy who's trying to hurt you with us? Energy!"

"Yeah!!

It was the moment when the energy went over the speaker and said so.

It was like black sand from the vent of the hit... that the mm machine for hull repair began to concentrate towards the swordsman's body.

"Hey..."

A swordsman bewildered by the enormous amount of millimeter machines that gather themselves.

I never noticed how he was... and Energia kept talking.

'The radio room was broken earlier, so I couldn't operate away from the ship, but I'm free to move here!

"No, Ma...!

... and a swordsman buried in a millimeter machine...

For example, even if his body was protected by heavy particle shields for hull defense... energy does not seem to know that humans cannot live unless they can breathe...