Muimui-tan

- One...

Micah rushes through with her hands on the knife on her hips. The sword flashes run at an invisible speed, and the pitch-black armor becomes two true pieces, both of the sound of a kachili where the knife fits into the sheath.

A further chase will bring down a meteorite surrounded by purple flames. The magic of a purple flame witch! I'm suddenly intolerant.

Every time the meteorite hits the armor, it sounds petty. Come on, don't you hit Micah? No, well, Micah has flaming feathers, so it's okay to hit her? But the Purple Flame Witch didn't use it in anticipation, did she? Really, it's terrible.

And the armor split up and down stopped moving. Um, is it empty inside? No way, that's it? You won?

"Dialogue, you fools who don't understand dialogue. Again, dolls are dolls. Made by the devil, no will, no thought, just play as the devil commands"

The rolling pitch-black armor moves out with a clatter.

……

No will, no thought, you say?

You know how Micah felt fighting Red Canon?

You always have a little hateful attitude toward me, purple flame witch don't have the will?

You're proud of your knowledge, and you're going to do your job without a scratch, but every time, Dozi kid Shirone, like you're in a pit, even says the behavior is an act?

My first friend in the world, Cecilia.

You can always cook me good food, Pong.

A child was born, and Yue, who supports my country,

Stop the pirates. Fat working for me in my country,

Sometimes you're stupid and you're too well, and you're angry. Fleur makes the best gear,

The brain-weather Skye,

Mr. Kunier,

Kew's old man, who helped me in so many places,

Mr. Sword Ahat,

Mr. Oola, Mr. Eela, the Exidion boy,

Even Mr. White, who made me this crimson lady,

When I was dying, even Glucon and Quattro were escorting me.

The thought of Fallin, who grieved me then,

Various people I've met on my journey......,

And now Joan and Stella standing in front of you!

You're telling me it's all a trick!

I don't know anything, think of it that way!

"First, you destroy the doll, and then you destroy that demon!

Explosive light overflows from the armor, regenerating its shape. Yeah, that's not the end of it, is it?

- "Transformation."

This will be our last fight. Now would be the time to use the Transformation skill.

Wrapped in countless magic threads, it transforms itself and "transforms" into the figure of a man with glowing feathers.

- "Change of clothes" -

- "Switch."

Examine "dressing" skills, "switches" skills and equipment for use.

I remained hidden in the outer periphery with my "Hidden Shape" skills. I "Transform", use my "Flying" skills, and descend beside my body for minutes.

"Joan, let's go!

"Oh, Run...... oh, that? And you?"

Joan replied as usual, and was confused when he realized it was me whose opponent was "transformed". Didn't you tell Joan about my Transformation tip? No, but your body normally accepted and talked to you for what you made out of your Split skills, didn't it?

Um, I, uh, I don't know what to do with this. Because I thought it was something I knew exactly. What an explanation.

"Joan, when you look like this, please do it in Noalj"

Description, annoying. If Joan would, this would make sense.

"Okay, Noalgie!

Joan nods. Okay, you made it through!

"Mm-hmm, Mr. Run"

"Bugs"

For some reason, Shirone and Sophia were looking at me with white eyes. No, no, no, no, no, it's okay. I mean, now, that's not the case, is it?

- Two...

- [El Iceland] -

Countless spears of ice released from my hand strike the pitch-black armor. Crush, pierce and destroy the armor.

"No use."

The pitch-black armor shines brightly and immediately plays back to its original appearance. What's this all about?

- [El Iceland] -

Again, release the ice spear, but the crushed pitch-black armor plays with the light. Is that it? Knock it down before it plays, or something like that? No, no, there's a brain muscle like Micah. Then there's got to be some way to knock it down.

"The power of the wind."

Countless blades of white wind emerge from the pitch-black armor.

"Hmm, Joan!

Joan's shield, along with Sirone's spell, is covered in orange light.

"Give me the power to rebel!

When Joan taps a shield on the ground, the orange wall widens to match, preventing the blade of white wind released. Oh, attribute it? Is that what it's like to prevent opposite attributes? Demon Wind Even though magic is white, not red, you prevent it properly.

"The power of light."

Now a wave of light arises from the pitch-black armor.

"Give me the power of darkness...!

Joan's shield is covered in black with Stella's words.

"Give me the power to rebel!

Again, Joan slaps his shield on the ground. Now the black wall widens to prevent the waves of light emitted. You're used to working together. That's right, I don't feel like we're continuing our journey together.

"My hand with "

A giant two-handed sword appears before the eyes of a pitch-black armor. And then I grip it and swing it down this way!

"Me! Protect!"

Joan's shield glows and receives the sword that has been waved down.

"Stupid, unprotected sword, stupid."

"Whoa, whoa!

Joan pushes back the giant sword.

"Stupid, why. Power, power, different dimensions, hierarchy, why, prevent."

"My will has the power to protect us all!

The shield shines even brighter to match Joan's words.

The pitch-black armor, pushed by its momentum, retreats with ease.

"But! But it is. You can't hurt me!

That's right. How do we defeat a life-form that plays? I don't even feel like if I break the Demon Stone.

Think, think.