Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

When has it ever felt so clear?

The clearer I get my thoughts, the more my body moves without hesitation. I could have killed him most efficiently.

Ars manipulates the chain of AWR away from his hand in close proximity to his heart.

I can't even just let go of reason. Conversely, if you do that, it won't be any different than a demon. It's just a simple task to repeat the same thing as usual.

Wrap the chain around your arm and adjust the length. Since the tip of the blade is covered by [Dimension Thrust], it is even pointless to prevent it.

Enemies with torso amputated rolled down the ground without one exception. Still, it still strikes me without fright.

"Oh, it's a lot easier just to come at me without telling me."

Ars gripped his hand with magic over it, while his sickle-gripping hand was crushed vividly and his bones protruded. But he sandwiches the sickle in his mouth, naturally, without even divulging the bitter ringing, and the rage momentum does not stop.

Ars smiles invincibly at the enemies that strike him in unison. My eyes glowed demonically in the gap between my flickering forehead.

It piles up like an avalanche and a sickle waves down towards the center relentlessly. (i) A blood splash rose every time I put a machete in it.

"What are you doing!!

Sickle movement stops at Noir's reprimand. At the heart of it was a fellow man in black.

Countless stab wounds have already declared the man dead.

"Thank you..."

Everyone looks back at the voice that rang behind them. There chains surrounded everyone like circles.

Running to one of the fools' memories, but the barrier stretching out of the chain gets in the way and no one gets out. Replaced with one by [two-point mutual transfer "Shuffle"], Ars immediately trapped everyone in the barrier.

It's a cylindrical barrier high enough to reach heaven.

There is no construction to create a barrier of strength that they cannot escape if they have a few seconds. In order to break the barrier, we need an offensive magic that immediately surpasses it.

A detective magician could have spotted a brittle spot from the flux of magic. I guess they don't have any of that either.

Ars felt nothing trying to take such a means. Nothing can stop the ferocity anymore. This is what underlies a magician named Ars.

Above all, cut off your emotions cold. A chilled brain built a chilling, murderous magic.

"[Eclipse Sword" Sword of Eclipse "]"

Huge swords like sharpened from mighty rocks break clouds and float. Its cutting-edge was situated on a cylindrical barrier.

Heavy heavy bass like crust fluctuation sounds and falls quietly.

It was for a moment that I stabbed myself over the people trapped tearing through the barriers.

A crack ran on the ground. The impact is enough to roll up the ground around here.

Shortly after a slight ground crack, however, the hard, giant sword transformed its body into a vast remnant of magic.

The sight causes the unfamiliar iron odor to be contained in the wind along with sand and dust. My mouth feels strange because of the smell.

It was the members who could neither escape nor look directly behind the Tesphere who turned pale in the face.

Tesfir herself, was about to get nauseous.

I can't even look at it anymore. Make your face turn away so that the drops that accumulate in your eyeballs reject you. Even the water won't go through your throat now.

Such a hell of a painting couldn't have been indulged. It's not like the Dolls of Gudma. There was no self at that time, and I could even call it the salvation of those who became puppets.

If I didn't do it, they'd do it, and she couldn't turn away from it more than she had a responsibility to follow herself, which was the situation.

That is not the sight Tesfir sees now. It looked like this. There must be some means not to kill him. Because it's so overwhelming by then.

Still kill for sure. You even look like you're bothering to take a brutal way.

That's why I couldn't stand it.

Tesfir, who was about to hold it, turned away and meditated his eyes gleefully.

"So do you."

――

Tesfir draws consciousness back to Loki's cutting-edge words and listens naturally.

"You deny Al the path he's taken. This is what Master Ars looks like… the most powerful magician. Were you even dreaming? Did you think you could do anything you wanted, the strength that everyone would envy? Did you think I was just getting thistled? This is the reality of how heartbreaking that magician is. Beautiful things don't protect the world. You said that before. You need to know how much Master Ars contributes."

…………

"I guess I can't help it because I can't even imagine. But..."

Loki begins to sob, letting her gaze into Ars, but still opens her trembling mouth.

"Isn't it sad... you've been carrying it all by yourself... you don't want to kill anyone...... so I want to lighten his stuff up a little by the side. I want to share... but I..."

The length of my thoughts overflowed with Shizukuishi from Loki's eyes disclosing. My existential significance, it should have been to use my life for him.

Since when? What kept me from looking at my big, bloody back, which I should have been chasing.

It was not until I realized that he was not intertwined in the path where only I would be saved.

I'm sure it's from one thing in Balmes. Loki's unquenchable love wanted his happiness more than anyone else. It should have been good to be in college. Having a godson named Tesphere or Alice should have also made a huge difference for Ars.

That's why Loki feels sad about the rejection she shows like that.

◇ ◇ ◇

Suddenly, Morocco succumbed to its knees, probably because it left noir behind and everyone was dead. A thin ground crack ran right next door, and fear crawled up from my feet - a bug named Fear paralyzed me under my crotch.

Morocco has never experienced that there will be no presence to protect itself in case.

Still, an ambition I couldn't give up somewhere was keeping my mouth shut. No, maybe I couldn't open my mouth out of fear. If you can't harm yourself no matter how many of your men are killed...

But when I look into those eyes, my natural preservation as Major General ceases to be natural.

Noir and Ars one-on-one.

"That's okay. This pain, that lunatic and the murderer, it's all insanity shabby. Me, too. Oh, no!

Ha ha, and a sweet exhale. Noir exhales into the sky.

"Please, just die."

"Yikes!! Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi

The magic becomes a black mist and drifts around the noir. And two [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] appeared.

There are up to three [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] she can generate. The rest of us wave the sickle down from Ars' head without a sound.

but it was still a repetition of the same thing. It is the stones that blind spots as the technique of assassination. That's simply not to be perceived. Even so, I pull myself apart and let it go to peace.

I waved a knife without thinking about it.

A simple physical attack would just kill the fog, which was also the greatest strength. But shortly after Ars snorted, [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)], supposed to be a phantom, clearly built the prototype - as an ice statue.

Noir frowned for a moment at the faults that this magic produced only in terms of summoning magic, or ghosts.

It's built on the vague definition of ghost-like. It's also a misty substitute in a way. Therefore, it does not pass an attack by physics. But that puts restrictions on movement. That's why I'm letting it express itself as a summoning magic.

I can say that I made up for the retention of expression with summoning magic. Thanks to this, the nucleus, which becomes the weakness of summoning magic, is also as fine as possible. Even if it is just a physical attack, it must be combined with magic and capture the nucleus, but it cannot be captured by the naked eye first.

Conversely, because it obscured fixation, it is susceptible to influence by magic because of its weak fixation for expression. Especially when it comes to magic that freezes the very magic that Ars unleashed.

Being accurately cut off is not something you can smile at as a noir.

A ghost with its entire body turned into a mass of ice makes a noise that is likely to bury on the ground, shattering and scattering. More than just magic, the components are the object of magic interference. All the more so that it trapped [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] into ice.

For a moment, Noir is going to miss Ars.

I moved my gaze visibly. Feint left and right, coming all at once right after I thought I had taken the backstep.

(In time, it's mazzy!!

Fix your gaze straight and interrupt [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)].

Ars should do the same magic again on the slippery [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)], which is why Noir swept away with his own magic with a big sickle.

"That sounds like something to think about."

An ominous dialogue is played like a melody. It's as if this is the one being guided.

Such a confusing chest makes you exasperate.

I was in the mood of being backstroked a bunch of nerves, such as inducing noir, which Ars specializes in from different fields.

Twist and flip the unresponsive sickle around your wrist as hard as you can. Tear [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] apart himself again as if to bump his anger.

Even if the tip of the blade is buried on the ground, there is no feeling of touching the blade except the phantom.

"Fucking ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Conversely, fear is enlarged by blocking one's own vision. When I hit the big sickle, I was swinging.

"Ha ha ha ha, ku!?

Right under his eyes, the blade tip of the knife was thrust away by the face of the noir. Played with the pattern instantly, down big, but Ars is already in time.

As he lowered back, he became a side of the battle against slaughter that was released at an unstoppable rate to his eyes.

Still, Noir handles the Great Sickle cleverly and avoids fatal injuries. The blade entering the body had already stopped being scratched to the extent it had been plundered.

Legs, feet, and red seeping wounds have different bleeding levels depending on the area.

"Ouch, it hurts when it hurts!!

A big sickle swinging in a scream. A tingling pain rushes through my whole body. Still, Noir's mouth formed a distorted grin like he had lifted it forcefully.

(Right, no, left. Next... Bottom, Right...)

Nervous only on the opponent's knife, but that doesn't change anything. Noir looked at Ars unexpectedly.

His expression doesn't apply to any emotional expression, even though it's so painful and fun.

Shift your gaze straight next to Ars.

It takes less than a second to express. Magic higher than [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] [Abomination's Cry (Hells Cry)].

Suddenly a baby as much as his arm appeared to cling to Ars' left shoulder. Cavity orbits with no bottom visible on watery bright white skin. I open my mouth with an innocent smile but it's packed in pitch black again there too.

The loud acoustic cry should run through your body in an instant and transmit air vibrations straight from your hearing to your brain.

Regardless, the noir is not intact, but there are measures to be taken as a surgeon. I was so prepared that my tympanic membrane could be torn.

(It's too late to realize, seniors)

The laughing mouth is about to open even further.

Red - A knife pierced the forehead of [Absinthe's Cry (Hells Cry)]. And dazzling microoscillations from the blade tip shake the space and shake it off directly above.

The space itself was cut off, and naturally [Abominable Cry (Hells Cry)] was disconnected from its composition, and its face drifted and misted with a smile on its left and right.

"-!! Why, why, I can't notice, I'll never notice. Yes, no. Ahhhhhh!!!

Noir, who looked into Ars' eyes, understands where he is looking.

"Shh!! With my gaze...... ahhhhhhhhh sorry"

…………

And with no response from Ars, the knife struck a stagnant noir for a moment.

A cold foreign object that goes diagonally from the shoulder, the feeling of meat being cut off. There [Dimensional Fault "Dimensional Thrust"] was not granted, but it is never a shallow wound.

I can tell you that the immediate twisting of your body played a role. Perhaps the effects of the [Lost Paradise "Situlaquen"] still persisted?

Either way, it didn't have to be fatal.

"Aaaaaaaa!!! Oh my god, Idai, I want to OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Holding his chest by his hand, Noir devours his teeth at the amount of blood he rides over.

Flirting but twisting down the pain, the confusing sickle also protected the mould that stained her body, never becoming monotonous.

Yet...

"Why, how can you not hit it? I don't like it anymore, it hurts just me. Wow. Tz! I hate it when seniors and seniors don't hurt together. Oh, why is it just me, just me, it hurts so much..."

A tendon in his arm with a bushy sickle is slashed as he bleeds. The pain so much that your brain refuses to feel pain drops a sickle from your hand. I don't have the feeling of my right hand either.

It was just after I backstepped back. My legs are both off the ground. And right in front of her, there's an Ars figure at the distance she touches if she wants to.

A black, glowing body that doesn't say whether or not it's in that hand. A structure designed solely to pierce the heart.

And there was no more room in the noir to resist.

"Yikes..."

Sedated as if he were someone else, Noir laughed ridiculously in the air. Then open the left hand you were gripping into with momentum. There was some kind of seedy black object in my hand.

And... it emitted a softly reminiscent tone of a birdie.

"[Black Lotus of Yellow Springs (Dark Lotus)]"