Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Loki and Hazan leave, and the three who are left stand guarded for a moment. It is inappropriate to distract anyone from the consciousness of the three of us on this occasion. The pressing air that you don't know what's going to spout will be each other's strength.

Croquel slaps his hand punched, wrapped around a casual atmosphere to relax such air.

"Shall we start this one? Which one of you has to die, and I've never done it sooner."

"What do you think I've been waiting for outside world for? If you really think you can kill him, you're the one."

Even Ars' vice Crokel took it with a full grin.

Scratched up his hair, Croquel narrows his eyes depressingly with clear blue eyes.

"There was a whole lot of recovery work. It would be easiest if you did what I said you would do to yourself."

"I bet you are... you've made a real pain in the ass"

With his hands behind his back, the gentleman stands upright. Mekfis tells the mix.

"That said, I'm glad he's alive... you care. Ma, no. Let's get this over with."

Ars raises some questions about that Crokel dialogue. But I soon learned that it was something with no answers.

"Again? Did something happen to you that made him happy he was alive?

"Uh-huh. No, you don't. Exactly what I sweated when [the bad food] came out of there."

"Aren't you really busy? I think that brings us to the conclusion that it's either good to crusade or not."

"Ha ha... no, it's a pain in the ass. Yeah, well, you better not think I'm gonna get help."

Ars flaunts his shoulder that it is not something he needs to be told. If you weren't expecting anything like that, you'd be here if you came. It's hard to do. Either way.

"Can't you help me...... that's good"

Now I feel like nothing. Ars, who decided so, turns into just a killing doll. It just passed my brain for a moment that if I left my partner and died on his own, he was going to complain about Gucci later.

If you are aware of it, you will notice that there are so many lumps of what you have left in your mind. I'm still in the middle of taking care of about two people.

Still, that leaves me slightly in some sinking emotion. That was unprecedented comfort and... joy.

The unnecessary and truncated emotions in the thought of fighting certainly remain intrusive. Still, something was changing little by little due to its disturbing concerns and worries and hunches.

Even if you can't put it into words, you make a certain rhythm sound inside you to let yourself know the reality that your heart is alive.

An instant blink switches to exquisite comfort. It reconciled the most streamlined thoughts with the remaining minds.

- Is it time for Loki to leave?

"So let's get started. Redeem with it the killing you guys started."

Lower the cheeks slightly lifted by both Crokel and Mechfis in a magical runoff that wraps around the body.

Nevertheless, Ars can't move quickly. This was vigilance when hostile to an unknown opponent in battle, but that's not what Bigeye saw before at the Führer's meeting.

Therefore, one hand did not become carefully.........................................................................

Flip the robe vigorously and pull the AWR out of your hips with a pitch-black body.

The configuration as magic instantly followed the path to expression.

There are countless small vortexes in space that express around the Ars, emitting divine magic light. They are magic knives that mimic the shape of the AWR used by Ars.

[Flying Swallow] Numerous swords are relentlessly ejected against the enemy without even remembering it.

――

Croquel and Mechfis are made to be divided into two hands.

Ars leaves the continuous sound behind and squeezes the target toward Mechfis. Ars, approaching at once, swung through the knife.

but although the possession of AWR for both of us could not be seen on the outside, we felt the hand as expected. That is never far from what AWR looks like as an object.

I'm prevented by a red and black dagger that's like clotting my blood.

"That's a funny ability."

"It's an honor to keep you complimented."

Ars couldn't predict the lineage for a gray-haired young man who wouldn't change his expression either with Pickle. Every time I can cross a few swords, I push them a little bit.

"-!! Chi!?

Transfer the target of the AWR you tried to wield and take an immediate step away. Spirally twisted roots formed thick spears from the immediate sides, the tips of which were sharper to the extreme.

Such a giant spear that you can't avoid it completely.

The highest ranking in the earthly system. Although beneficial as information is concerned, the situation has resulted in a crisis that is more than expected. [Raw Tree Root (Landkail)] has a greater portion due to physical attack than its properties as magic.

Ars instantly builds an objective barrier, while at the same time quickly lifting his fingers.

- [Deep Green Ringing (Grand Quake)]

Crack the ground so that the formations hardened by magic deviate and rise to overlap. Thick soil walls like the Shizuku tsunami broke in as protective walls.

At first glance, it seemed like it would antagonize. Did it make a difference in the amount of magic it refined or did it run on the wall?

but Ars layered more of the same magic, and the dirt walls rose loosely. It was then that I pushed through the walls.

Spiral roots drifting over Ars' head ascend to heaven with the earth walls.

"[Black Flame Burial" Gehenna "]"

Ars strikes his tongue at the magic of Croquel spun with such a still laughable voice. Burning down roots in an instant, black flames pouring from overhead show no signs of quenching fire.

That would be true, too, because it's magic that burns magic. Although that takes the form of combustion, it is far from the phenomenon of actually burning it. Naturally, there's no way I can turn it off with water.

- Shit! Even if that was avoided......

"I won't let you do anything," she said in a moment.

"You're two for that, aren't you?

――

Hold down the shaken Mechfis arm and insert the blade tip of the knife into your neck. Accurately amputate the carotid artery with familiar movements. In a flash until the blood blows out, Ars sees a spinning kick.

As it was, Mekfis blew his body in a bent position to a little in front of Crokel.

The magic of the barrier system doesn't even buy you time against the black flames over your head. Then I'll have to slap the surgeon directly.

Burn the magic and fortify the fire, and instantly Ars will be surrounded. Just plundering will taste your whole body out of the blackflame. to burn the magic of that person.

Fragmented memories that were slightly in the corner of my head were alarming about this magic.

Shaking shadows loom without having to look overhead. Soon Ars runs toward Croquel, but as if he were also himself, the black flames scatter and track the firepowder as it diffuses in the air.

The pouring black flame was just before it was covered as if to inhibit the way it went - Ars crossed it to play his left hand finger.

The coordinates with Mechfis, who just landed by holding down the neck muscle, are replaced.

[Two-point information mutual transfer "Shuffle"] The positions of each other are switched by immediately copying and precisely overlapping each other's position information.

"One person falls off -"

Immediately recognize the switching vision. Against the current Croquel, Ars shook up a supervibrating blade wrapped around [Dimension Thrust, a dimensional fault]. The opponent has not been able to respond to Ars, who suddenly appears in front of him, irrelevant to his strength or anything else.

The defenseless Crokel's eyes were directed straight at Ars. Avoidance at this distance is elusive and unprotected. Even so, the fear of death was devoid of fine dust, and his mouth invincibly drew an arc.

-!! Equals intuition. Ars quickly complained of discomfort as his dyed body sooner than he thought, and his gaze fell to the hand where he gripped the AWR.

The arm that moved into the motion to shake it up was the wrong person to kill. Against his will, the cutting-edge was directed to his face.

The only thing I can say in a situation where I don't even know when I gave my wrist back was that it was definitely Ars who would die. That's a schematic that oddly goes along and harms itself, as Crokel said.

Even though the arms are conscious, they are not advantageous. Less than a second later, a strange thing happened about trying to commit suicide yourself shortly after taking measures.

"Kuh!!

I can't afford to care about posture or anything. Ars twists his body forcefully. It's my arm, the cutting edge running on my face has adjusted its orbit to circle as expected.

And - Ars' cheek, dodged to dive inside his arms coming towards him, was deeply mutilated. Still, I have succeeded in disarming [Dimension Thrust] of the dimensional fault, and I don't want to think about when I didn't make it.

"Yes, over"

But such alarm can't miss the enemy in front of him, and Crokel is sword-wielding as he expected this to happen.

Ars instantly understands when it was pulled out. I didn't pull it out, I had it from the beginning.

Something like noise runs into the space, a body that gradually becomes clearer.