A few iron arrows fly in, and the earth flourishes, and the winds are rough. The struggle against the Thieves, who flirt with the three in strange movements like jumping through the universe, remained steadfastly glued though.
"Not at all! It's extremely troublesome when you get in the way of this! The terminal seems to be the terminal, something that we need to get off the stage soon."
"Who is the terminal, who is!..." Rock Gun/Lurch "!
The magic of sticking one giant rock spear out of the ground, Ground Lance protrudes over Crowley's torso, but Phantom dancing through the universe (not two names unlike the other two...? Phantom as an adjective?) Too helpless before. Countless light bullets were fired in a series of counter-attacks fleeing to unwittingly high altitudes.
No chant activated, naturally. To counterattack by a series of attacks from a distance where there is no time to breathe, Cood takes advantage of his agility forged as a scourge to escape, but still the number of light bullets is too high. If you don't save your fellow gradually cornered, now Kyle runs up the rock spear and jumps to the height where Crowley sits.
"hey ahhh!!
"I buy barbaric courage... but it's too immature."
As things stand, Crowley set a standard for Kyle, who doesn't need to target Cood as a priority. Countless light-bombs arrive at Kyle, who has no escape technique.
"Not really, don't be impotent!!
An iron arrow engraved with rune lettering shoots through one, two and a light bullet, unleashing the magic of an implanted explosion. But still, Crowley is more overwhelming. Far more than you can lift with a shield or a mace.
"Self Injury/Wind!"... Guuuuuu!!
"Holy shit!?
Shortly before the light bullets attacking him from up, down, left, and right tried to hit him directly, Kyle activated the Air Force, a magic trick that generated a wall of air pressure against his back.
Basic defensive magic among the wind attributes that would otherwise push the attack back by generating a strong opposite wind against the attack. I changed that to propulsion by taking it on myself.
"Ahhh!? Gotcha!!
"Kuh......! is, let go eh"
"Oh my God, I absolutely don't like it! Cood!"
Avoidance due to rapid acceleration. Two or three light bullets strike directly, but Kyle, who endured it by eating up his teeth, approaches The Thief.
I couldn't grasp the timing to wave down the mace and let it twitch around my body as it was, but Kyle grabbed Crowley's clothes and hung on him floating in the air.
As you drop altitude with the flirtatious by being loaded with raging luggage for each person, only the name is used to interact with the conscience.
"" Capture/Groundflow "!!
"Nooooooooooooooo! It's a way of doing it."
"Ahhh!? Shit!"
A giant snake-like motion struck the enemy, a turbulence of dirt that trapped him with mass as it was, the magic of "Clay Python" tried to seal Kyle every Crowley, but before that, the magic of metastasis is activated.
Leaving Kyle behind, he maintains a favorable position vis-à-vis the three who can basically only crawl above the ground, but that's only vis-à-vis the three.
"" Peep!
"Guh!?
It is Beryl and Rubeus, the blue and red spirit birds who refrain from the sky. Fly Crowley's body with the maximum rays of the two strips.
Still, maintaining aerial levitation is something like boulder… I could feel my skin draining unusual magic and strength whenever it was instantly restored.
"Kuh......! I had no idea we'd be cornered so far by children who haven't lived twenty...!
The battle between Kyle and the Thieves was the predominance of the former. Originally Crowley was very worn out, and it's the same as sealing all the powerful sorcery activations, but there was still room for Kyle and his three opponents. It was a battle we could win if we unilaterally continued to unleash magic from the sky, where both arrows and sorcery could be relaxed.
But two spiritual birds overshadow such a battle power difference. A fully mobile turret that boasts super firepower that freely flies around the sky… it also comes with an atmospheric magic power to fill it.
The magic of metastasis also travels about two meters short distance… it will only be used a few times as well. Weak magic phosphorescence and rough, exhaled breath were bringing a sense of victory to Kyle and the others.
"I'm not going to win this............!? If you stay here, you will definitely be promoted!!
Leia's motivation is driven by a lack of response. Without alarm, the feeling of deviation was speeding up the heartbeat.
That's a good concern (...) Look at the three of them, Crowley makes his teeth snap.
"... I'm curious... Hmm! You pretentious little girl............! There are people who are just young looking older, not to mention hanging huge, evil objects on their chests......!
"Hey, wait, Cora. Who's older? And who looks like a toddler. I mean, how do you even know that!? No way I checked!?
"... with me, not that I wanted to see it...!
"You saw it!? Just look, Kako-chan!
Rain of iron arrows flying in at increasing speeds and numbers with fury. While asking about Crowley's gap, Kyle was concerned about the Thief from earlier.
(I wonder what...? This, I mean, it's just a look... I mean, I'm making a gentleman character...)
Gentleman tone and attitude to proven strength. They will be enough to intimidate the opponent and inflict a hard fear on the brush tongue.
However, in terms of strength, tone and attitude… they represent the so-called personality, but they feel so thin. Good evidence that just being cornered like this peels off the plating and is about to wear out.
(And... it sounded like I was forced to re-say something earlier...?
The tone also sounds somewhat lighter than the first one. That's what I was thinking arrowhead, Crowley cut the paralysis to the status quo, sprinkling frustration and anger with low voices like crawling through the ground.
"Enough...... I'm tired of something"
"……… Huh?
"... Mmm!...... I enjoyed it inside, but I'm not even free enough to stay with you guys for hours. Let's make the fun of it this far."
Obviously not like before...... then unlike earlier, I wonder if he spoke in a natural tone, five huge magic formations unfold behind Crowley, who coughed and spread his hands aside.
The more unnatural the tone the more you speak when you are in a hurry... there is no time to be aware of that. Two intricate and strange magic formations to the unusual magic that burns this skin. Kyle screamed unexpectedly, only to have seen and heard what it was about.
"What is that surgical ceremony... could it be" Brewnak "eh!?
"Brewnak" … Also known as the five-speed illumination type, there is a magic trick. Once released, it is an extremely powerful magic that simultaneously fires five flashes that can easily penetrate an iron wall at a speed of light that is considered inevitable if not futuristic like Shirley's.
While consuming magic, it requires advanced magic manipulation for the complexity of the procedure, so few people can handle it. I just guessed that because Kyle and I had a lot of similarities with the literature that I looked through in an intrigue way. He doesn't understand the whole story either.
But that despair is not a mistake. Arranged for personal use, the light of the Five Articles, which is a special light-speed attack, is emitted... just as many shells as Crowley's adversaries.
"It's not magic you use to rush out like us!?
"He...... where did he hide such power!?
"Let me compliment you for hounding me so far. But trump cards are something I always keep."
I guess he was indulging in magic so that he wouldn't be enlightened. But it's already too late when you realize that. Beryl and Rubeus, who unleashed the shelling earlier, are out of magic, and Kyle's art of connecting them is harshly telling them that they can't prevent shelling emanating from the magical formation that emits electric light.
"That's it. Eliminate you, and I'll pick up the three blue and beautiful girls."
Five magic formations rapidly increase the light. So far, the three of them almost decided to be ready.
"- There he is!! He's the Thief!
At that time, a tremendous alarm sounded inside the castle and countless military shoes approached the ground kicking.
"Good...... really good. How many years has it been since we've had this fight, this much exaltation?"
The fierce fighting by the white and black martial arts finally extended to the evening before the Summer Solstice Festival.
Time to hear each other's gaps pinched slightly in the midst of dozens of hours of intense spark scattering. Between them, hiding in the shadows of countless fallen trees and asking for gaps from the signs of their opponents, there was a sense of tension running with chili and current.
(But from time to time it shows strange arm paralysis. Probably has a physical defect...... Still, it's so tough that there's nothing more)
Marion has no reason to know why, but Shirley's arm tremors from withdrawal symptoms are frequent and more pronounced over time.
A regular person would not even be able to fight...... even in that condition, Shirley changes her fat muscles while responding to physiological tremors, ailing and sharpening each time she can cross the blade gold with one or two pairs.
(Show respect for that martial arts technique, which is not even your own malaise)
It's a third-rate thing to do to excuse your own inconvenience by killing each other. Marion and I have been spending days fighting, forcing us to fight under unfavourable circumstances more than once. Physically, mentally.
Still, how many people have you seen using excuses as shields and letting your eyes give up and victory also abandon survival? With the development of witchcraft, magic props, and increased convenience yesterday, the Black Sacred Spear, which was also dissatisfied with the decrease in the number of powerful men who could be called true warriors, was otherwise disappointed in the warriors of yesterday.
(I'm not dissatisfied with placing demons at the forefront.)
For Marion, a battle is one that uses any means to pluck out a boiling instinct and take away victory. I am overwhelmed with joy.
But it is the first time that a strong man has been made an enemy who has not lost his motivation. Piercing the opponent under unfavourable circumstances, overwhelming battle power differences, desperate incompatibilities, those who used what they said as an excuse to abandon victory, can't find any value in it.
It is worth piercing because he is the one who bites the throat of his enemies with madness in death and tries to take away victory. The strength and weakness of the enemy are also important, but what Marion wants most from the enemy is the gut theory he said so.
(I guess the terms of your victory and mine are different. I will pierce you and you will return to your daughter… Still, the White Sword Ghost's neck deserves the utmost admiration!
The neck of a woman who twists down the performance difference between a sword and a spear, the difference in health, and her own malaise and turns her intent to kill as cold as ice, as sharp as a blade, out of the shadow of a fallen tree, deserves to be earned even if she abandons her life.
Marion pointed the tip of the black spear beyond a wall stacked with fallen trees. If a warrior has reached a certain area, it is easy to infer the position of the enemy lurking in an invisible position by any means.
As Shirley identifies individuals with signs, Marion can even grasp their behavior with signs. Such a samurai's ability to detect had told him that a good enemy was trying to hold the blade aside and break his own hips over the fallen tree.
"Now…… the battle!
I won't wait. It is foolish to give Shirley time to prepare, who can also manipulate magic.
"The Black Holy Spear" constantly squeezes the power of the Spirit, arguing against the enemy. A shockwave of steps and spikes that instantly packed the intermission blew the walls of the fallen tree around the perimeter.