Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

There were actually about five people lurking in the fireball. Even though it was wrapped in a robe, the hand with the sickle is red and rotten. I would have been able to protect myself somewhat by magic. I didn't do it to deceive Ars. Assuming the body's surface was protected by a barrier, Ars could certainly have noticed.

But they just covered their faces with arms, followed the fall and set their aim on Ars under their eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Looking up bitterly, Ars strikes his tongue as troublesome against the wavelength of magic transmitted from his feet.

Bottom or top, which one to take, no, top would be the priority. I had to deal with it in a hurry.

Shortly after spreading his crossed arms, a wind slash runs. All of the unproductive slaughter that doesn't even care about overlapping concentrates on Ars.

But even the sober Ars perceived only magic and instantly scowled AWR toward the sky. Unfamiliar vibrating sound emitted from the blade tip. The space is cut off and multiple overlapping slashes are fogged underneath the blow and swallowed.

[Dimensional Fault "Dimension Thrust"] divided the world into two parts. Vertical slices flatten left and right, and instantly repair and match.

It took time for enemies in the air to even realize that they had no arms involved. But even if you're aware, you don't even look back at your arms.

Ars then flips the swung knife on hand and throws it toward the ground. A sharp thorn grows from the ground like a circle, but its tip never pierced his body.

Because the thorn of the earthen mass was destroyed from the inside just after it was formed by [divine vibration breaking "Railpine"].

"- Huh!!

The opponent is a hand in pursuit as if he had anticipated such an Ars response.

A group of black clothes stabbing a sickle to the ground at the edge of their sight is still poking one knee, even if the magic is destroyed. What it meant. Ars realized that the magic he unleashed was not appropriate.

More thorns grow from sections that collapse like stumps along the way.

But it wasn't aimed directly at Ars, unlike the first thorn. In other words, the configuration would have been rewritten and the use changed shortly after it was destroyed.

The plate-like soil that runs mesh around the perimeter fills the gap so much that it doesn't even let air through it, and instantly hides what Ars looks like.

(Even if I capture you, this is it...!!

Plaid of dirt that is going to collapse if you hit it. It was right after I thought so. Ars, who thought it cheap, sees the sickle blade tip slip out with the momentum to destroy it.

A magic knife plunders your cheeks. Blood seeped thin and began to drip.

It was meant to take the sight away from Ars. More importantly, there is still a constant influx of magic in the lattice. It was thorough not to be read external magic from within.

A blade with an entity crushes the lattice one after the other, coming through.

Immediate reaction, but limits still came early. It's easy to crack down on this situation, but...

Wielding his concerns, Ars wields the knife at all costs.

With little resistance, the soil lattice collapses away flying mud.

When his vision recovered, Ars left it to his body to reflect on the sight he had anticipated. Sickles strike simultaneously from the surroundings as if they didn't have to see it and predicted timing.

It even secured a critical time so that it was okay for Ars' knife to be forming a magic knife.

(Do you see this in your hand?)

Less than a second before skewering Ars, instantly grasp the situation among them. There are still a lot of passives in the melee so far. It's a situation where you can't even use magic satisfactorily.

Not only is there extensive magic when you think about the Tespheres, but in addition to all this simultaneous attack, you can't take another step against the opponents with your maneuvers.

There is definitely a hesitation to kill the opponent and a normal aversion to being recognised as Als is in a hurry. It was a sentiment I didn't feel when I slaughtered Gudma's experimental body.

The change in the individual named himself leaves a lump like a foreign body mixed in.

Even so, it depends on how powerless or killing it is to go around the brain. It was as if thinking with my head and the movement of my mind were the opposite.

Ars expects the situation not to change over time. The decision to move out on its own is a manifestation of the essence that stained him. Eliminate foreign objects It drops ice on thoughts one by one and cools them down.

The same goes for spatial interference magic, but we can't even afford to deploy barriers at this point. I guess it would still have been nice if it had been a matter of time. The most effective barrier to preventing physical attacks is the Magic Knife.

It is difficult to prevent all of the physical sickles in the versus magic barrier. No, even that time will be a gap in their favor. Comma seconds couldn't follow the process when it was also a barrier that combined both.

Even the magic that Ars uses when he thinks that everyone is keeping their feet off the ground doesn't work to repaint a world like [Nibbleheim, the permanent frozen realm].

Always on the attack of abandonment. Ars is arching his hand until he is forced into a situation like this.

I didn't give up blinking once, naturally, to weaken. The art of opening up this situation is something he has always cultivated in the outside world.

A slight pain ran in Ars' right eye when he opened his lid. The kind of discomfort that something pours in from the edge of your sight.

Comma A few seconds of respite was delayed around Ars.

"[Forgetfulness of Time (… Stasis)]"

Holding his right eye to the fierce pain of his stamina, Ars sees the magical success and wipes the knife away in all directions. The blade approaching overhead had turned the movement into a dull one.

Because that serious behavior is under the influence of Ars' magic. Enemies that fall within this limit of proximity cannot recognize the passage of time. Not an illusion. They experience this moment more than a few seconds of comma.

Nor will they be able to capture the speed of Ars who can move in it. From outside the effect range, they show the coordinates fixed and tied up in the air.

Now this magic is a technique used by Ars for the transfer gate Circle Port. I just magically converted a copy of the coordinates underlying it. Until now, it could not be sublimated as magic, but it is a magic that was born as a result of taking out only the coordinate fixation contained in the configuration of [Original Retrospective (Templefall)] during the Battle of Illiis.

Too bad it can only be used by Ars, but this magic is supposedly classified primarily as spatial mastery magic. It's the first time I've used it in action.

A moment of stagnation when you try and hit but you can't even tell if you're successful at that time. It is impossible to measure by means of equipment because this does not work on inorganic objects because it illuminates and settles information entering from human perception and vision.

He slashed his chest into a single letter across the side and bled out of the laceration one second after that, because the magic effect had expired. Everyone sprinkles blood at the same time, and the sickle will not be shaken off to the end with a recoil that rests on the impact of running to his chest.

"Kihik! What did you do?

"Noir......"

Hear such madness and joy as red liquids dance in the air.

There were those who came towards the opposite of a group of black clothes blowing up like blossoms. The blade of the Great Sickle, which grows from the rubbing gap of the garment, is swung down directly from the top.

Immediately prevent with a knife. A rubbing sound that splits the ears that even scatters sparks.

Ars bit his lip at the girl who came out sluggish across the metal bump. The pain in the right eye won't pull off, there is no visual problem but there is definitely some kind of abnormality. But it wasn't long before I checked that.

As the two blades pass by, Ars rotates one turn intact. Noir also cleverly flips forward in the air, adding more centrifugal force and again, the knife and the sickle collide.

but now they played each other, and soon the sword triumph rolled over. The Great Sickle, which depicts a curve reminiscent of the Three Moons, also strikes from behind Ars.

It's not Ars who gets hit to that extent. The orbit of the sickle can be predicted without looking. Above all, it was so easy to perceive the magic power that could be described as innocent malice as being so close in distance.

Impact transmitted to the AWR turned to the other side, do not take it, kneel and reciprocate. Pass right over the section.

But Ars looked at his feet and realized it. Obviously there is a clear difference in strength in melee. Even if there is a difference between the facts, it is steadily attacking.

Because of the shape of Noir's AWR, he's probably good at assassinating, wiping it out without his opponent noticing. But if you cross the blades directly from the front like this, it's a really solid fat muscle.

Yet why can't we cut it off, and in time we had the chance to attack as much as we wanted, even though Noir had a minute.

The time Ars slowly packed was sometime back to its original distance. It doesn't mean she pulled me apart.

Something's wrong.

I thought so. Ars enters the nostalgia thoughtfully to see if some magical factor is working. Noir sickles are less likely to fight than regular weapons at a certain distance. But once dived into nostalgia, it is also a major weapon with the disadvantage of changing formation at once.

I mean, it's hard to get around as small as it looks. What's more, I can't expect to be treated in the pattern area like a spear. In the case of the sickle, this is because the specific gravity is concentrated on the blade. This makes it difficult to operate on the wrist while being able to effectively utilize centrifugal forces.

That's why Ars felt a little anxious that he could easily get into his nostalgia. There's no way anyone who uses this hand weapon won't notice its faults. Perhaps it is due to simple power differences.

Advice, she changes hands, attracts the sickle, and takes a backstep behind her. If Ars stays put, his neck flies to the sickle blade approaching from the back of his head.

But when he realizes what Noir is after, Ars chases after him perfectly, with little error, unnecessary worry for him.

Noir's melee is certainly exceptional. Still wouldn't go one step to Ars. How about compared to Loki?

Considering the use of a rare AWR called Sickle, the treatment was proficient.

Ars's motion did not stop, he stiffened his legs at the same time as he landed, and the knife had already begun to shake, seeing Noir's face at a distance of less than 1 m. There is no such thing as fear. It is the face of those who have taken to life and death completely in their daily lives.

Its rare, kind of like looking at yourself, and still Ars doesn't even feel guilty. I sympathize, but that's all in the end.

It was just a little unfortunate (...).

Already the time is so close that there is no madness, there is no madness at hand. It was to explore what was done, but there's basically no reason for it to last unless it's also delayed installation magic if the operator dies.

The decision was made by the back of my brain that the result of nothing being the same as before could reliably kill my opponent.

That is why the gap in his mind manifested itself as a gap in reality. He was too immersed in humanity.

――

In my physical sense, I did wrap my right arm around it and slash it up diagonally from the bottom up, it should. He slashed the noir backwards, and the team that lacked the leader stopped functioning, and then all he had to do was run away.

Draw a path that far. But Ars' arm wasn't even moving Pickle from there with the knife's patterned butt pointed at him. Whatever happened, keep it in sight, and the knife won't move on.

Definitely, that's stalemate. It couldn't have been a gap.

Turn the knife back and the blade passes in front of you sooner than it attempts to leave immediately.

My forehead was torn. Blood instantly blocks his right eye in the bouncing air.

Ars opens his eyes more to the fact that the knife didn't listen to what his arm had to say than to the fact that he was slashed.

When he managed to land, he was running to fetch his neck like a fierce beast where a group of black clothes found prey to surround him.

The opponent, who doesn't even give it while thinking, immediately jumps on the chase to Ars.

But Ars' consciousness doesn't even reflect that. It's not a magical elucidation of what was done, it's not a confirmation of the wound. It piled on top of thoughts where self-blame precipitated just to ask itself.

(What, this situation...)

A disgusting feeling like emotions you never interact with are about to be forced to mix. The illusion even comes that thoughts, minds and bodies have diverged in the chest like you have transformed.

I feel nauseous. I'm disgusted.

I don't know who I was anymore. Sure, there was a lot of trouble with my new life at the college, but subtracting it had some age-appropriate fun.

Was that in the way?

Has that created a situation like this?

Would this have happened before?

"... No, you're not"

Demons don't have to know, and when they kill humans, they start thinking about it with the first one and then... after entering the academy.

Ars raised the essence of the magician, himself, who quietly sank deep into the mud of his emotions.