Helper teacher of magic girls' school

An ancient anti-demonic weapon developed by the Gardoldo Magic Empire, which perished thousands of years ago, as a prototype.

Herev the Automatic Doll for Combat (Automata) is approaching Luu.

He comes running like a beast going wild, at a tremendous speed.

Automata, a man-made, automatic doll that moves with magic. Hence, it greatly exceeded the speed at which humans run.

But Lew can't even stand it, he's waiting.

Already the magic of physical enhancement is activated without chanting.

As a result, the robustness, physical speed, etc. had been greatly increased.

Lou's eyes are sharp.

Along with the magic flowing through the body of the automatic doll Automata Helev, we are trying to identify the Magic Wave Aura that will be emitted.

What he uses is the reading of the Magic Wave Aura, one of the depths of Art's chief Sowell's direct secret fist, The Magic Fist.

Everything that lives and lives in this world has magic power and emits the magic wave Aura.

Even the inorganic ones emit the Magic Wave Aura.

Among other things, the magic wave Aura is easy to identify, especially when taking action.

Because the emitted magic wave Aura represents not only behavior, but even emotion.

With the utmost depth of the Magic Fist, Lew reads its Magic Wave Aura in advance and predicts his opponent's behavior.

So to speak, we can say that we pre-spot the will and actions of the other person.

From what Lew sees, Helev seems to have very little of his emotions.

The Aura, a magic wave with no emotional ups and downs, comes through.

Ordered by Nevillos, he is only willing to kill to Luu.

Helev was already on the verge of Lew.

I feel a considerable increase in magic from Helev's right hand.

This!

From a sharp step, Helev's penetration rolled out.

Attracted to the rind, Lew avoided.

Behind Luu there was a stone door, but Helev did not hesitate.

The moment your little fist is sucked into the stone door!

The roar sounds and the thick, sturdy stone doors are shattered and scattered.

Helev, who had taken the poke off, was tilting his neck like "I don't know why".

I find it hard to believe that I made a mistake.

But it's not a bare gesture of remorse.

It is a pale reaction that the calculations simply do not fit.

In response to Helev's attack, Lew stood about 10 metres away.

Luu also has a calm look, says it all the time.

"Grandpa, the door broke down all you wanted, but you don't mind?

"Hey, what?

"Did you order your men to make a corner of this arena? Your men broke it flashy."

Nevillos is angry at what he says like eating a Lew person.

"Ugh, loud! I don't mind that."

"Well, is it? Then it doesn't matter how bad you break it?

"Kid! The same guy with no less mouth. Helev! Kill him! Kill him relentlessly."

Nevillos screams, echoing the ancient arena.

Helev nodded small, turning back to Luu.

And when he kicks the ground again, he moves towards Lew with momentum.

The speed was even higher.

Apparently, according to their Luu, they handled it.

Poking, kicking rolling out towards Luu.

My arm stretches and my kicking track changes freely.

Joints bend at unlikely angles in humans and kicks come from unintended directions.

It's as if this is the fist of Count Dumaire's family ordinance Zimon, whom Luu once fought.

Magic Fist is a growing fist.

Compared to numerous species, it is the most powerful fist technique ever produced by the inferior Art.

A combination of bottomless levels of physical enhancement close to God and attack defense magic, as well as exceptional physical skill, boasts invincibility.

Besides, they also take in all of their experience with the people they fought and feed them.

By the way, Lew also holds his rules of thumb for the thousands of years that his master Shrvestel Ayrtvara fought.

While he fought, Lew was calmly advancing his analysis of Helev.

Seeing the battle of Helev, it is moral that Lew imagines first.

The body of Moral, the dreamer Mora, is about 150 cm, and Helev is about the same.

Such Helev's movements are grossly similar to those of a moral using a magical guide fist.

On top of that, Helev has the ability to absorb magic, Nevillos said.

It could be a trap because it's what the devil says, and it's not easy to pepper.

But if it's true...

Helev's properties are the very morals that specialize in magic absorption.

Herev also raises a magical sword on his hip that appears to be made of Mithril.

If you want to wrap up attribute magic and fight, you must be a magic swordsman like yourself or Minmi.

We will also need to deal with the Magic Sword.

In the end, Luu gets all the poking and kicking of Helev.

Helev increased his speed by four more steps, five more for convenience, but Lew ran out of them all.

Flying back, Helev looks at Luu and tilts his neck again.

He had the perception that he was an unknown being that he had never experienced before against Lou.

Helev pulls the magic sword out of his hips unconstitutionally.

Magic is cast into the sword that holds it.

Feeling the fluctuations of fire, Luu looks at the sword.

As I thought, "oops," a fiery flame erupted.

Still the same as Min Mi...... I think Lu.

Minmi of Arv, Luu's wife, is a user of the magic sword.

He specializes in the Magic Sword of Fire, known as "Flying Swallow of Fire".

Looking to Luu, Helev waved a blazing sword and jumped in at the highest speed.

It is also a great sword sword that is no less than body surgery.

The Magic Sword of Fire draws a circle and tries to drop Lew's neck.

(10) He is swept away and tries to amputate Lew's torso.

Luu fought scattered with the Magic Swordsman of the Art, including Minmi.

Not to mention the fact that the most powerful magical swordsman in this world is not an exaggeration to say that he has 7,000 years of combat experience, Schlvestel.

It is easy to avoid Helev's sword because Lew had also cut off his master's sword in the final stages of his training.

Once again, it was easy for Helev to strike.

and then.

"Don't kill me."

…………

'Please, don't break it!

Once again, I heard an inner voice in Lew's soul.

It is an even more pressing voice than earlier.

'... it's all right'

Luu says, avoiding the sword.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely help you"

…………

I don't hear back from the person who uttered the word.

But to Lu's soul came the reassuring emotion of a hospitable opponent.