Muimui-tan

- One...

- Flying Shots -

It becomes a triangular cone of light with crimson to go under the white distaster.

"Nah!"

White Disaster notices me and shouts a surprise. It's late!

"My eyes hurt, I'm good, I can see"

White Disaster with bright red eyes. Unfortunately, I can't seem to see this one in tears. Oh, Kyou's old lady's mysterious behavior is also helping.

White Disaster wields the Sickle of Death in his hand in bullshit. Fine, stay put, pierce!

A triangular cone made by me and Crimson will stab the White Disaster. Keep going, scrape to pierce the critical and meat. A glowing shock wave shivers the skin on a gray-haired girl. Is this gray-haired girl, a human? Hard, too hard. It's like you're trying to force a hole in a metal curtain.

"Bullshit, don't be ridiculous!

White Disaster stretches the Sickle of God to crimson. The Sickle of Death and Crimson meets each other. Shit!

I was blown away, but I twitched and landed in the air. Hmm, that's a hundred-point landing. I looked good, didn't I? What about the wind wall?

The wind wall there - the wind wall had disappeared beautifully. All right, the wind wall is gone.

"This, this, this, human modder! How dare you hurt me!

A small red Shizukuishi had fallen from the forehead of the White Disaster. Come on, you're only going to attack me and hurt me to that extent.

"Whoa, that's Mr. Run!

"I'll take care of it"

"Come on."

Soon three axes surrounded the White Disaster.

White Disaster wields the sickle of God in death.

"I'm not gonna hit you!

Three passes through the sickle of the dying god, to his nostalgia.

"Triangle Attack"

"Triangle Attack"

"Torah, Aguru, Taku"

Three voices overlap. No, there was only one person overlapping.

A whirlwind of three axes dyes the white distaster. The wind slashes and blows away. A storm in the shape of an axe that circles with a circle.

A white hand reaches out from the storm of the axe.

"In good shape......, oohhhhhhhhh!!

A white explosion occurs.

The three take the axe as a shield, flying distance to the rear.

What was left was a worn out white dissaster with many wounds to the skin.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Why, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

White Disaster movement stops. What? What?

……

"Kuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

White Disaster laughing like crazy. Hey, stop suddenly changing from quiet to motion, stop because you're scared.

White Disaster's eyes gleam.

"Let me stop laughing at that. Gigiji, it's my turn next."

Mr. Sword Ahat jumps in front of the White Disaster who keeps laughing. Flowing sword moves from there.

White Disaster bouncing back with the Sickle of Death with the brilliance of a sword rolled out of Mr. Sword Ahat's hand. But he loses the sword speed, he loses the sword pressure, and his hands become unable to catch up. The number of times it can be prevented is reduced and, for that matter, the slaughter wounds are increased.

"Hmm, Jijiji, I'm the only one in the avant-garde class, and Jijiji seems a little better than you in the back-garde class."

The momentum of the sword will not stop. White Disaster pressed and increasing scratches.

"Shit, shit, shit, human beings, inferior beings, the presence of figs, make me, me!

White wind rises from under the feet of the White Disaster. The white wind draws a spiral and covers the body of the gray-haired girl. Mr. Sword Ahat, who felt danger in that white wind, retreats to the rear and takes a distance.

Just like earlier, the white wind walls were wrapped around a tornado.

"Die, die, die, die"

Countless blades of wind released from it. Mr. Sword Ahat and the others bouncing it back. Same development as earlier. Same - huh? Yeah, it's the same thing. Sure, protected by a completely defensive wind wall, it keeps flying through powerful wind blades that you can't prevent - if you're a bad weapon, if you don't have enough skill, you may be crushed with that wind blade. Yeah, yeah, that would be the strongest way to attack. If it stays this way, there is a chance that we will lose, and there is a possibility of total annihilation.

But hey!

That move has already been attacked!

Let's go!

- Flying Shots -

My body rises to the sky. From there, with crimson, it descends from the unprotected sky of a gray-haired girl, becoming one comet.

"Nah!"

A brilliant triangular cone centered on crimson pierces the white distaster. It chooses the body and scratches its unusually hard body.

"Hey, what, don't lick it!

The gray-haired girl shakes off the sickle in her hand. I fly backwards with crimson and land with a sickle of death.

There, three impending axes. Repeat earlier.

I won!

It was then.

"Let's get you there."

Severe words spread around.

Before the White Disaster, at some point there stood a presence wrapped in pitch-black armor deeper than black all over his body.

- Two...

An axe approaching from three directions, a pitch-black armor standing to cover a white distaster, was being held by its pitch-black hands. hey, pinch the axe with your fingers and lie down...... Exidion, you are dragged from axe to axe by the power of pitch black armor.

"Lord......"

White Disaster whine. Lord? You mean maybe the Demon King? Why did you show up all of a sudden? Where did he come from?

Light rises from the pitch-black armor, and three axers are blown away.

Let me destroy this weapon.

Three axes, which had been taken with the words of the pitch-black armor, are smashed and scattered.

Mr. Sword Ahat jumps silently into there. But the action of the pitch-black armor is swift, and his hand is imminent upon Mr. Sword Ahat's sword.

"You're too cautious."

Kyou's old man was throwing a blue dagger into the pitch-black armor that only Mr. Sword Ahat had seen.

"No use."

Play the blue dagger with your left hand and crush the sword with your right hand. And as it was, he was tapping his fist with a pitch-black hand on Mr. Sword Ahat's belly. Mr. Sword Ahat blows up. Hey, what is it? What the hell, what, why?

"White, leave it to yourself to retreat."

"But, Lord..."

"I can't lose you here right now. Even phantom bodies should buy you enough time to escape."

"Wow, I get it"

Two people having a conversation with a hiccup. Heh, I see words in subtitles. I'm out of line! What is a phantom? Is the pitch-black armor here a trick, not a trick?

"I remember your faces."

The words of a gray-haired girl are heartless or polite. You don't feel sick until just now, do you? So, if you're following the conversation earlier, you're pulling out, right? What do we do? When it comes to a chance to defeat this demonic girl, it's a chance. The power of this pitch-black armor is unknown, but it's an illusion, isn't it? Can we go? No, now we can prevent the raid on the Imperial City, no need to be greedy any more. There are a lot of wounded here.

"Running away?

I fly the Book of Heaven. Run, run.

"Mmm?"

The motion of the pitch-black armor only stops for a moment.

"We're not running away. I'm just gonna go back and get ready to kill you all."

The words of a gray-haired girl. Whoa, say it. You know what? That's what I call a loser.

"White, don't get on the provocation. Run quickly."

"Oh, excuse me. Lord."

I don't think I meant to provoke you.

"Well..."

The pitch-black armor turns this way.

"How dare you tease my lovely companion"

Let's just say I didn't hear the gray-haired girl squealing "I can't believe she's cute..." behind it. Let's do that.

"You can't just do that!!

A voice echoing from pitch-black armor. You have a surprisingly high voice. It feels like it sounds good around me.

White, I need your help.

"Yes, definitely."

Hmm.

"Now, do you guys know something called synthetic magic?

Overlay your hands and hands so that the pitch black armor hugs you. And the light and wind that are born in it. Shit, I don't know what. It just feels so bad.

The gray-haired girl was running away while the pitch-black armor was creating light and wind. Whoa, it's just the wind and it's fast. So, now, I don't care about the gray-haired girl. If you want to run, you can run. More dangerous than that is the pitch black armor in front of you.

All right, let's just attack before they shoot the magic.

- "Concentrate."

I put an iron arrow on the composite bow and release it. You keep telling me to attack you in such defenselessness! I'm not gonna wait for them to get out!

At that moment, a red dot lit his sight. Hey, huh? I dodge the red dot. What is it? An iron arrow that I should have unleashed flies like a red dot. To what? Damn it! If I was bad, I'd be dead with my own arrow.

"Mmm, dodging reflexes? I thought the reflexes were a must."

From the pitch-black armor, I can hear those words. Dangerous. I mean, what's a must, a must? I'm scared.

"What we're about to unleash is the synthetic magic of light and wind, the heliosphere"

Light spreads from the pitch-black armor. And the energy overflowing from it. I was watching it in a slower, more focused world. This is bad if you eat it. Definitely dies. What do we do, what do we do?

There must be some kind of hand. Something, something? In a flash of light, I spin my head fast and think. Bear it? I can't. Prevent it with an ice wall? I can't. I won't be able to cut that power. Play with weapons? I can't do more, I'll wipe out every weapon. No, wait. Play or reflex?

Remember.

"Before the mirror that photographs me and you, the water mirror."

Blue hood girl words. A mirror of water that was bouncing off the attack.

[Water mirror release conditions achieved]

Mysterious system message. Water, water. Mirrors, mirrors.

Water mirror.

If this isn't working, I don't have any more hands left.

No, you should be able to.

If it was' liberated ', it should work.

"Everybody, behind me!

I'm in a hurry to fly the sky.

And the magic of pitch black armor was completed.

"Die with regret for scratching my people"

A vast amount of energy is released from the pitch-black armor.... now is the only time!

[The magic of [Water Mirror] has been manifested]

- [Water Mirror] -

The feeling of being deprived of all MP with the crease. A wall of water, like a mirror, that appears in front of me with it. Uh, this is what I look like, and when I saw myself in the water mirror, for some reason, that's what I was thinking calmly.

The water mirror reflects the wind and light energy born over the lacquered black armor. All right, it's done, it's working!

"Hey, what the hell!

By the magic of his birth - drank by the light, of the pitch-black armor, its appearance disappears. Whoa, that's a lot of power. Phew, it's good to be able to reflect.

The pitch-black armor vanishes, and the cologne and the wounded little wood-carved doll fall. Yeah? What? A doll?

I fainted while trying to pick it up. Oh, MP, did you use MP too much...