Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Mekfis, with his truly frightened face, tells him in a pioneering manner.

"How about it's time to give up? Does it hurt? If you want, I can jump your neck without even being aware of it."

"Huh... don't worry about it you don't need it. I'm trying to expose your skeleton to Mr. Hispida's grave marks."

Seeing the strength put into Jean's eyes, Mecphis leaks a sigh of sigh to the answer he expected.

"Bye, Death."

An abusive expression with one eye unusually open may be the essence of a human being named Mekfis. It was just unnatural from her, the plain body of purple blue hair.

Bend your whole body to a low position, and at the same time, Jean also sets up an AWR deformed into a sword. In terms of the amount of magic left over, neither should make a big difference.

No, the use of a primitive body called Ars consumes far more magic than Jean.

But...

"You have no choice. I didn't intend to use it to your degree..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

"- Huh!!!

"Summoning and unloading [Fenrill]"

Jean was stunned by the magic name.

A swarm of blue magic covers Mekfis' body. No, it's not magic. It's magic, it's summoning magic.

Similar magic can also be used by Phyllic, Jean's apprentice, but at far different levels. Obviously heterogeneous forces - alien powers, not differing degrees of practice.

Bring the summoning magic down on yourself. The magic of hard being [wrapped].

There are no aptitudes in modern times. No, if it's the only fitness, I guess Filirick applies. But in essence, that's a little different than [wrapped up]. Because it is the aptitude of the phylogenetic deceased, and [the clothes of the night fork] is the original magic

Still, Jean also does some research and knowledge due to his aptitude for phililic. That's why I know.

That's reflecting the autonomy program on the body. It means moving the body in a fully programmed system, not a force of will.

A contour of herd blue that shapes around the body of Mekfis. Long beast ears have fingertips stretched like nails. The manifestation as magic is close to the entity.

Furthermore, there is a hyena-like swing on the back, a clearly visible tail.

[Fenrill] The summoning magic itself should not exist. At least in Jean's memory - no, I guess that's not accurate either. Since the catastrophe, magic has laid down strict provisions between nations. Some have been previously reviewed and sealed as contraindications. I can't assure you that I know everything about it.

Maybe the ancient magic of decoding the lost-spelling independently, like Ars' [Immortal Bird "Phoenix"]. At least the feeling of tingling over the skin is because it is a fictional being that has created an overwhelming presence. Its like a demon fox and also a wolf.

――

For a moment, even if you think of Jean, you lose sight of him in an instant. The red flag I felt on my hard chastening skin already meant that there was no Mekfis figure there. Only a slight sound can be heard.

I can see the back of my legs over my head when I realize I'm hacked. Instantly raise your sword to prevent it.

"Gu......"

The load on the whole body is still a power I've never tasted. Not at Jean's feet, but the aftermath of the destruction caused by the impact drowned the ground in a circle.

The bones of his arms flex and his legs flex.

Fortunately, with his sword on the scaffold, Mekfis retreats, but not while resting in Jean. Frozen flank wound opens again.

The power of being pushed in even with [the sword of Yatsuhara]. A wrap is a wrap around a summoning beast, so the action of rebellion should work. But reality is losing its demonic power.

Jean takes aim at landing towards the cleverly rotating Mechfis in the air. The AWR, which became countless needles, was flown simultaneously to skewer without excess.

Though it entails summoning magic, it is not meant to prevent physical attacks.

But the momentary gap of landing never led to a gap. My body scratched out as my toes touched.

The needle penetrates the trees in the back without any response.

Only the blurry remnants approach me slightly. It fires a second blow late, but Mechfis dodges it perfectly, like sewing a slight gap. Immediately after letting his body dance in the air and land upside down, he presses for repeated buckles at high speed.

Jean and I didn't just repeat the attack. One of them was the time difference of one second between the first and second shots. If it can be captured with certainty, it is that moment that devours the attack on Jean.

Mekfis that instantly cuts right in front of you. Jean, on the other hand, is letting go of AWR and shows a bare gesture of exercising magic.

The next moment - Mekfis sticking his legs out with the momentum of Baku spinning intact. If you take it at this close range, you die in one blow.

The needle that has been inverted returns from overhead to draw a semicircle. Now it pours down on Mechfis' body rolling out the kick...... it was supposed to.

But...

"You're going to outpace me to reflex speed!!

It was Jean who was invited by Mekfis, who kicked him in the air. No, who could have expected to be transferred at that time before being invited? The trajectory that strikes Mekfis, in the middle of an attack, either to the extent that it was shown at the edge of vision, or sensed by supersensation, cannot be definitely avoided by a person.

Yes, the moment the needle that was supposed to pour down on Mechfis fell between them, he buried one arm on the ground and pulled his leg forcefully.

Immediately afterwards, a kick with added strength blows up a needle pierced and stabs Jan in the abdomen.

It would be good if the bone damaged the built-in, but Jean felt the bone crumble inside.

And again, Mecphis lets his body stop with one arm. Jean, who couldn't kill the shock, blew off in a straight line. And crashed into Oki...

"Gaha -"

Nikki grins deeper Mekfis shakes his hand at the ground with all his might. That is exactly equal to slaughter until violent.

The five-finger nail runs a long slash vertically, dividing the ground.

Simple destructive power, thus making the ground roll up as easily as a typhoon.

Slashing through the armpits entering through the shoulders cleaves the instantly expressed barrier safely and through the body. Slip the trunk so that the big tree you put on your back is slashed off from the ground up.

Consciousness that I'm about to let go. Jean's thoughts were so vague that he could think nothing of them.

I'm about to fall in front of the recoil. No, there's no power left to just stomp.

"My win. You'd better do well. Yeah............... so die."

Even that gracious voice can't reach Jean, who has become a full creative far away.

The contour of a feathery wolf increases even more viciously.

There's a crack in the foot that builds momentum, and he scratches himself to be bounced off. Only after I went through did I wind up soil and smoke like a blast.

It is clear that Jean's life would already be a lightning fire in front of the wind, even if it were not Mekfis. That's why Mekfis, who moved as a termination mark, instantly shakes up pointy claws like hook claws over Jean on his way to fall.

But Jean stepped out forcefully at the critical point and was stunned that he stood still, foaming Mechfis' spine. I guess that's unconscious resistance in a way.

Yes, it is too late to do anything in this situation.

But...

Mechfis's posture deflected him so that his chest protruded in space, contrary to his shaken arm. A shock ran around his shoulder blade.

Then my back gets hot so I can be screwed.

"Be-!! What!?

He leaks a bitter chirp, glances at his back, and is noticed.

There was a silver sword that cut through his body.

What the hell happened? comprehend with severe pain immediately after glancing back at the question. In front of me, I'm about to stick something out with my arms in a motion where Jean, who squeezes his strength and stands up, flows like a comma feed.

All [Yatsuhara's sword], which is halfway through its hand, is too late because it had reached a stage where the reflectance rate could not even be reached in time.

A cross section of the sword that can follow your chest.

For a moment, his body was joined through the interior of Mechfis. Split the meat in and the sashimi sticks inside.

"FUCKING OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Shake your arm up again, and now it's time for your arm to be swung down to kill your opponent, but your brain refused to move when it reached its apex.

Jean swung through the [sword of Yatsuhara] in a pierced state with all her strength.

"Apologize in the afterlife."

The covered [Fenrill] contour disappeared and Mechfis fell on his back as he bled out blood. Instead of one arm anymore, words don't even come out of my throat.

Then Jean also fell down as if he had done all he could while swinging through it.

Too much blood wraps them both up.

I've run out of primitives in Mekfis already. Yes, the cold that my body has never experienced covering up.

It is empty as thin open eyes reflect not the scenery but the inside of oneself.

The drowsiness hurts heavily trying to close the lid, but the antidote is not in Mechfis.

That's because I touched what I was looking for. I no longer need to fight it. This is dying, which brings back memories of who I am.

On the back of a completely closed eyelid, Mekfis sees his true self. And... I hold my breath in peace, savoring a sense of momentary realism.

The appearance of a woman with purple blue hair changes so that it melts and turns into what it is supposed to be called Mekfis.

That appearance looked a lot like the last woman I showed, no, it's no exaggeration to say two melons. Only that hair had changed. Yellow brown with a gentler and even warmer feel.

A serene, dull look.

Hispida's enemy Kaki argued - leaving behind a bad aftertaste that I honestly can't be happy with.

Jean shrugged weakly reflecting the appearance in her slightly open eyes.

"I want this to be clear enough to put a woman in my hand,"

That's what Jean sees in the direction of splitting up with Ars. Quickly, we have to go help Loki, his partner.

But the arms crawling on the ground didn't just scratch the superficial layer to move the body forward.