"When you're a human, you have a busy mouth. Aah!
The pissed off peacock sees the Atals with something they don't have. The magic is swelled up by anger.
He refines his magic like a roar, and the flaming shards that dance from the feathers of the peacock also raise their calories.
The squares are filled with enthusiasm by the battle between Ifria and the peacock, and the surrounding magma is simmering with richness.
Ataru, Caro and Balkias, who are away because of it, are also equipped for heat control, but they are still getting sweaty.
Even though the magic was preventing the heat, enough heat to penetrate it enveloped a strip around here.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ifria also increases her magic as if to respond to it.
Because this environment is arguably the best for Ifria, the Spirit of Fire.
The rising magic of Ifria pushes back the sole of the peacock.
As the two magic powers collide, some of the walls collapse so that the magma flowing through the corners of the square is increasingly activated and pushed up.
"Shh, it's amazing...... Huh!
Caro, who was drunk by enthusiasm, is surprised to hold her mouth. Because I felt like I was in a situation where the mountain itself would collapse.
"Caro, Bal, you can always move!
"Ha, ha!
"Yeah!"
Atal takes out his rifle and is also ready for Caro and Bal to move at any time.
I didn't have the option to do anything to a situation where I didn't know what was going to happen, even though it was because they told me not to get my hands on Ifria.
'My place is going to break even if I let it prolong too long. It's time for me to settle.'
'Well, I'm just getting tired of fighting you, too. Let's end this.'
Ivoria responds to the words said by Peacock, who is quiet but feels a strong power, with her eyes narrowed and her nose squealed and her powers swept.
So far, Peacock admitted to Iphria, and Iphria admitted to Peacock.
This opponent says he's a strong man, just a good enemy.
"Ivoria! One support from me, I'll let you do all this for my partner"
I won't admit to disagreement, Atar said to push just in case, pointing the muzzle at Ifria and releasing a bullet.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
I used Magic Boost ammunition.
As far as Atar's demonic eye could tell, comparing the magic power of Ifria to the peacock, the four gods, the peacock was slightly more powerful.
Atal bottom up there so you can fight more than equal.
It was a fling against the two people who were acknowledging each other's strength.
'I didn't know you could even do that. Well, this one's all we got!
Spraying the large wings that wrap the buckwheat around the flame, the peacock unwinds in a boiling exuberance.
Ifria, Peacock - the magic of both sides increases to the maximum, when I felt so, Atar moved.
"This guy's no good. We're both going downstairs. Through the wide aisle you can see over there."
The passage the Atals had used to get here had already collapsed and blocked whether it was the aftermath of previous battles.
Ataru, who had been exploring his surroundings, had still found a passageway that seemed to work.
"I get it!
"Gaw!"
They both follow the flying claws.
Their physical abilities are high enough to land without difficulty, so they travel undisturbed in their battle.
"Gaaaaaa!"
"Pious!"
A fierce flame bumps into each other, Ifrian's braces and peacock wings collide, and each other's magic antagonizes.
As they fight with all their might, the wounds are carved into each of them, and they consume quite a bit of magic, no matter how much power they have.
It was clear from anyone's eyes that this battle, which is now still antagonistic, would eventually become an enduring battle if it continued like this.
"It's time to stop..."
But Atal, staring at the two fighting men, whines about that as he moves into the aisle.
Caro and Barchias, who were moving ahead, are breathtaking at the words and the signs they felt.
At the next moment, the powerful blows of Ifria and Peacock, both, bump into each other, and a burning and rolling hot flame whirls around to envelop the two.
"The power of the Four Gods, I'll show you!
The whole body of a peacock with wings so beautiful that it can be called a flaming incarnation raises heat and burns to blue.
This one is blue like a transparent sky. Fire powder dancing with wings also glows blue.
"This one too!
Ifria's body also burns hot.
At first it was red, red darkened and then changed color to blue. But this one is dark blue like a deep sea.
Mutual magic, thought, power - they increase to the fullest.
"Burning Feather Breath!"
It was Peacock who was ready first. Burning blue, shining wings head to Ifria with the braces.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The opposing ifriah is still boosting its power.
Magic increases and the blue flame changes color to more intense blue.
And eventually it sublimates to a white flame like a sky that changes from night to morning.
"Spirit Blaze Barrett!"
The divinely white burning flame has a higher combustion temperature than Peacock's.
Ifria concentrates that flame like a gnaw in the image of the bullet that Atal uses to make it small.
It was something that could be created because I believe my own Lord is the strongest Ifria.
"Wow..."
When he sees the flaming bullet created before Ifria, Atal stops on his feet and leaks words of admiration.
"Awesome..."
'Wow!'
Caro and Balkias also cheer to discourage their exciting minds when they see the attack of Ifria.
It was so powerful, and all the fortified Ifrian magic was stuck there.
At the next moment, both sides attack each other.
Powerful blue and white flames - antagonize at first.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ifria creates a flame by punching it with his fist to accelerate that bullet, making it even more propulsive.
A human fist. A bullet the size of a large.
But it erodes Peacock's braces.
"No, yes, yes!
"Go, go, go, go, go!
"Ugh!
The voice of the Ataru, raised to be pushed back by the ambient heat, was the last push, and the bullet erased the brace and was more and more shot into the chest of the peacock as it was.
'This, this stuff, this stuff. Yeah!
The bullet that was shot in spins further across his chest.
Peacock's expression becomes distorted by the pain and heat that pierces him.
"Sa, of regeneration, of flames, with..."
He tries to regenerate his body with a blue flame, but the bullet is more rapid to scratch, and as he is broken, Peacock's life is gradually taken.
- Well, that's it.
Atal shoots a healing bullet at the peacock when he squeals like that.
"'Become!?
That voice, full of amazement, was the words of both Ifria and Peacock.
Further, he shoots dozens of ice magic bullets into the bullet that was shot into his chest.
If health, wounds, and magic were to recover and there was cover, Peacock would also manage to prevent Ifrian from attacking.
Caro, Balkias' gaze also gathered in Atar for his actions as if covering the peacock.