Maouyome

Atmospheric finish spreads slowly.

Clear spaces filled with tranquillity, as opposed to the rough circumstances of the earlier period.

"... why did you, the Demon Clan,... take it"

Sunra, who manifests her amazement, spills confusion.

No sacred magic can be used by demons.

Even if you knew about that construction ceremony, you were born in the first place with the blessing of the Dark Goddess. Blessings from the Goddess of Light are necessary to activate the divine magic that makes them rebel against each other from the very roots of existence.

Sanctuary Boundary (Seal Sanctuary) is the highest of its kind.

No matter how hard you worked if you were meant to be, you can't activate divine magic on the Demon Clan. But that's a story if you try to activate it directly.

If you can't, you have to.

Rewrite complex procedures into special shapes and patterns that can be used as a magic formation for anyone, regardless of aptitude or ability, simply by magic.

It's a technology called 'Common'.

A technique that is possible, as long as the details of the construction formula are known.

But if it's preliminary sacramental magic such as "cure" or "purification," the construction ceremony of "Sanctuary Boundary," which is the supreme, but also the Virgin's unique magic, is a secret.

How strongly did Mariel, the Virgin who decided to make that 'communion', then let it be decided with what strong readiness?

The pushed junction twists and cracks.

Thanks to that readiness, I was able to reward you with one arrow.

If that's the case, I can't help but be thankful and respectful for that decision.

Palind, make a dry noise, and the junction is shattered at the same time as the curse of the bandage.

He left a whisper in his ear and replaced his body as he lightly ignored Sunra's excellence in breaking the line.

"Daily, … but"

Slip into the rear of Sunla and place your left hand on your shoulder.

He tangled only one last remaining magic thread at his left fingertip and slowly pulled it up.

Oh, your skeleton. Unlike the rest of the skeleton soldiers, the murderer is a special puppet made for one purpose.

Sharp, pointed, needle-shaped hands are meant to penetrate the blade deep into the target's body. It is meant to break through its contours, no matter how robust the opponent is, and let the blade go deep inside.

Put your will into the magic thread and send the instructions.

A wreckage soldier to smash through the opponent's body and blow himself up inside.

That's your "Wreck Murderer".

"... Grr!? Obu."

The magic in the blade pierced deep swells up.

Sunra's body bounced hard from the inside as she made an unusual and ugly burst sound on the other side of her back.

Gently without turning around, close your eyelids.

I managed to reward you with one arrow.

I was able to show my intentions as a puppet master.

A magic thread extending from your fingertips disappears.

It flakes and disappears as it blends into the atmosphere.

No more shards, no more margins left.

Finally keep your body about to collapse.

I was just standing there, doing my best.

Not a single attack that I had eaten was revealed.

If you eat even one blow decently, that's it.

I didn't eat the attack. The body, shaken by its aftermath and sudden braking, makes it worn out to the tip of its hands and feet.

And I resent my frail body.

But still, I managed to indulge him.

be satisfied with the fullness with which he has fully fulfilled his role.

"... brilliant. It's brilliant."

Behind the back again, the scattered magic gathers.

Looking back at the hundreds of millions, he sees the Lord of abominable voices, into his sight.

Play hard. Gather flesh pieces of flying haz.

Every piece of flesh gathers together as if it were attractive.

The collected pieces of meat become one chunk and return to their original appearance, showing the sight of just a mess.

body without dying.

Despite blowing up the body from the inside, its presence and magic were not compromised. I know he's not dead yet, but if I look at him, I'll get Gennari.

He's a real pain in the ass.

"It's been a long time since they've done this. Even the king of Asura traded his own life for hunting me down here."

A piece of meat takes the shape of a person, and the crushed armor returns to its body. Shards of armor that cover the surface of the body fit together and connect to the original way.

"That's a shame. If this was 13 years ago, give me what was over with your win.... but I'm not wasting my time either."

Soon, Sunra smiles invincibly, completely revived to her original appearance.

I feel nothing but disgust from that arrogant, inferior grin.

"... choose. Lie down beneath me or help me. I'll give you all that mercy."

"... Takake"

You believe in victory on your own, or you turn your nose back at the tip of your nose against what you say.

"Wow, I said it was a win, I said it was a hassle. Do you have a choice and shit? Neither of them... is possible."

Behind Xiamei's vision, Sunra's expression clouded.

Even if it's finally just standing like this, my heart is relieved by the feeling of being filled somewhere.

"Then... disappear"

Sunra shakes her left arm forward, along with the lowly spoken word. The shaken arms swelled up black and large.

A red and black flame erupts from his black, swollen left arm, and something like an elongated tentacle appears to spread radially.

But the tentacles wrapped in red and black flames arrive faster than the body reaches, causing the knee to collapse.

I can't move another inch.

Sunra's tentacles approach her body, which collapses as it is drawn to the ground.

And the slaughter of pitch-black was swept away.

A pitch-black slaughter with a wave of magic that is mighty, successful, and reassuring just to be on the side, runs.

The imminent nearby feeling was due to the waves of magic transmitted.

That's why I got it, the certainty of victory.

All the impending tentacles are swept away, and the collapsing body is stopped by its gentle and warm fluctuations.

Warmth spreads over her cuffed shoulders and a silver hiss arrives.

I understand that Svazilfari, which Lefia calls Bassibasil, went towards the Holy City. He said he went to the Sacred Capital to call for backup.

And the six-legged Divine Horse of Divine Speed served its purpose well and brought me here.

No more, respond (...) to help (...).

……

……

... I did it in love at first sight.

A magic that feels fluffy and gentle, though mighty and intense by the overwhelming, but containing somewhere worrying.

Ever since I saw it at first sight.

But this is an unfulfilled thought.

No matter how rushed you are, you can't reach it.

It's the first time I've been deeply hugged, in myself. Yes, … convinced.

"... made me hold it well. Bel Adone."

Rin's voice calls me by name, and the thoughts filled me up.

... I get it.

I know full well that this is an unfulfilled thought.

Rin, gentle eyes pour themselves out as his gaze rises.

Just still.

... only now.

He said it was okay to have such a reward.

Softly, consciousness interrupts in the warmth you feel as you are deeply embraced by your nostrils.

And then,...... I'll take care of it.

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Our,... Your Majesty.