Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"E, Ene...... Energia aah!!

Instead of a pump of energy that disappeared from sight, the ghosts of Magimouse appeared as if to eat it up and scatter it.

In response to such a collection of micromachines, the swordsman pulled his beloved sword out of his waist, and progressed with his voice up.

Then naturally...

Dgowwwww!!

and magical rain storms flying in self-defense.

But still, the swordsman, who had no option of pulling back, slit the magic that had flown, with his sword, even moving his feet forward, without fear of his own body hurting.

And as it is, he doesn't look back, he throws his voice toward the waltz.

"I'll distract them! Waltz, do something about the energy and get it back.

"Uh, yeah... (But how...?

The waltz on the side where the swordsman spoke to me, at that moment, he was fed because he felt an unusually powerful force in his voice?

Or because there was nothing she could do now?

And then she starts to think calmly...

On the other hand, the swordsman's blade never stopped.

"Whoa!

Zdwwwwww!!

Bhun!!

Dgowwwwww!!

Instead of the crowd, a swordsman who drives the ground, wields a ferocious blade, cleaves magic, and ravages the micromachines in the shape of a Magimouse, head-on, with a tremendous momentum that he doesn't seem to be human in the first place.

That looks like a ghost.

Even if he wasn't a ghost tribe, he was now, indisputably, a ghost.

Behind his feet, he stomped and crushed the rats.

Grab them with your empty hands and slap them on the wall or on the ground.

Let the sword slide at a fierce rate, as if to lick the ground......

Usually, from a swordsman laid on his ass in energy, you can't imagine his fierce (why not) flying now.

In fact...

…………

And when they saw the ramblings of the swordsman, it seemed that those who were on the spot were breathing.

His partner, the wise man, and even Catalina, who knows him well, seemed to have lost his word in the figure of a swordsman who fights the Magi Mouse as if he were possessed by something.

... No.

I guess I couldn't find a word to hang.

Who and what words can be hung on him now that he has lost his energy?

"Whoa!

Dgowwwwww!!

A swordsman who continues to fight, clearly beyond human limits, in front of such companions.

On the other hand, although his slaughtered and struck micromachines had lost their form shortly after the attack......

A few seconds later he returned to his original appearance and struck again at the swordsman.

Nor is there any appearance of wear and tear.

With them receiving almost unlimited power from the hull of the energy, and with swordsmen who are merely men, it may be said that, cruelly, regardless of the momentum of their offense, victory or defeat is decided.

Look at that.

"(That's awkward...)"

and waltz to think, with a rugged look on his face.

It does not seem that the battle between the swordsmen and the micromachines will be decided immediately, but within not so far, it seemed to her that the swordsmen's limits would come.

"(It can't be stopped by an emergency stop, it can't be accidentally destroyed, there's no cage to capture or keep the micromachines... When you say what I can do right now, there's only so much I can do to keep it in isolation for the time being...)"

Now that he has considered the actions he should take, Waltz seems to have decided to use a gravitational control system to retrieve the micromachines so as not to harm the equipment and swordsmen around him.

But...

"(is...... pasted and can't take it?!

In the world below the micro, the micromachines, which were affixed as if to stand their nails on a hard floor, seemed neither frightened nor frightened by the ultra-gravity of the waltz.

In any case, they are micromachines designed and manufactured by Waltz himself.

There is a difference between ordinary worms and demons.

"(Really, this is awkward... Other than crushing, there's no way to deal with it... maybe crushing it won't break so easily with half gravity...)"

And now, Waltz regrets making too sturdy about the micromachines.

Then she looked around to see if there was anything else she could do - that was the time.

Looking at the figure who was in his sight, Waltz seems to have come up with something.

"Oh, yeah! Cortex!"

When she uttered her sister's name, she used a wireless communication system to throw her voice across from it.

"Cortex! This is awkward! The micromachines ate the pump of energy!

"Is ~? What the hell is your sister talking about ~? Isn't that what it was all about from the beginning ~?

'No, that's right, but it's not... the micromachines have gone wild and come in the shape of a Magi Mouse!

'I see ~... is that what you mean ~'

"So..."

And Waltz uttered the words of purpose.

"Your macrophage, lend it!

Macrophages…….

It is an almost transparent object created by Cortex, which cannot be described as an organism or a machine.

It is the common name for a slimy artificial magical life form that was created to stop another micromachines before when they were rampaging and eating up food inside the king's capital.

Waltz hated them for eating even the normal micromachines......

Apparently she decided that there was no more suitability to converge the current problem, and she reluctantly decided to use it.

'That too, now! Otherwise, Swordsman, you must really be dead.

'You have no choice ~. So, Macrophage and I will unlock the limits of their activities and let Ene travel inside ~?... Come on, macrophages! It's your turn ~?

It was the moment Cortex said so.

to......

And from the floor of the room where the waltzes were, like a clear liquid - the macrophages seeped out.

It also passes through Lucian special steel plates, which are not supposed to pass through any objects, not just liquids.

And they just sort of...

Baku!

and began to prey on the micromachines.

As if that were a favorite......

Thus.

The battle between the micromachines turned into Magimouse and the waltzes went a long way towards intensification.