Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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So the boy created the hero Tan to encourage such a sister and made him listen to forgive Latifah.

............... it was a tale of a hero not loved by anyone, and yet all did not forgive the deeds that would be right to the end. Still, the man never stops being neglected, hated, scorned and about to be killed.

Many scream that the deeds accomplished are evil deeds that remain in the centuries or that they are demons.

But there was only one hero... who wanted to protect only one. I ran for my beloved, and with my own strength alone... I took the king. It was the only way to change the world.

Even as his body decayed, the man continued to be a hero for those he loved. That's not a hero for everyone, just the story of one hero.

It was a story to make people hear about the bravery that keeps them fighting sadly.

The boy who made this story wondered why he didn't make it a happier ending, but surprisingly Latifah heard this story. And when I was done talking, she was always standing in tears with thin tears.

I don't even know if you asked me to the end. Still, she became positive about her daily experiments and endured without crying...... laughed.

That's when the boy first noticed. Why did you come up with this story?

That was because I wished at the bottom of my heart that it would be good if the hero for the boy was Latifah, and I vowed strongly that I would be the only hero of Latifah.

There's no such thing as simplicity. It was the same thing as before. Just as the boy has protected his sister, the boy was also brought to life to this day because Latifah had been there before. That's all there is to it.

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A crossing sword trident rips the flesh of the opponent, even if his body is hurt for it. That is only a tactic to get to, after all. In order to live, results are required in order not to overturn one's claims.

Those who stood to the end are right and can speak of tomorrow.

But Ars waved his dagger and thought was thinking something completely different in a meeting that didn't even make him exhale. That seems to be an objective somewhere, and maybe it was an attempt to explore an individual named myself with it.

- I'm sure this guy's right. Because peace consists of sacrifice, we can recognize the secured security of peace.

Still, the claims you put in your mouth are in the end just ideals in a dream story. Even if it's ideal, people can't keep order without it. A man begging always changes his appearance to universal hope.

If the world where no one is aware of death is the peace, that's definitely an easy-going story. If it weren't for a world like this, I guess I would have been allowed to feel comfortable and optimistic. But this world is already revolving around unacceptably. No, it hasn't changed since the beginning.

- Demons show up, but nothing changes. We're just talking about getting eliminated if nothing stays the same.

I guess we should accept the harsh facts that have not happened. If he had only blinded himself to peace, he would have been banished by demons such as mortals. No, we were killing each other sooner.

So people are changing just a little bit. I'm starting to see reality from my dreams. Even if a powerful man is to be sacrificed as that wish.

- It's not my fault. Whatever the world is, I...

The magician tries to fulfill the bubble dreams that the people who rely on him have. There must be clear differences and definite commonalities there. I guess there is nothing more than an affair in which people live, such as a peace in which everything is secured. Still, the world that is not threatened with life certainly sees a slight light as a goal to make it happen with sweetness.

- So sweet. I can't change it with my own hands, I'm lazy not trying to change it. Such things are not even dreams rather than wishes. Was I able to find something to protect in such a world?

The last base to stick around. Even if it's solitary, the little connection in Ars is something you can't let go of. Without it, I'm sure even Ars wouldn't change anything.

I just shrink my life just to get rid of the threat in the outside world as they say. As before.

I guess the voice that asks within was just out of sight. Because at some point the feeling of not replacing anything was swelling up.

I'm sure even if I am, I won't let anyone interrupt my desire to overflow from within.

- I can't believe there was so much heaviness at all at some point.

So take the weapon and fight it.

It's not for me anymore, I exercise my powers for someone else. Would Ars say this if it turned out to save a lot of lives?

"Then. Then I'll help you."

- I'll save that and this as much as I can, if you don't do anything, just shut up and watch what I do. If that makes it inconvenient for us, we can exclude as much as we want. I'm just gonna let you do whatever I want. I save only those who want to.

Demons appeared and many lives were lost. You call that proud or barbaric, I guess that's good for each person. If only for the fact that it existed there at least, the death would not fade its value without anyone remembering it.

But still, there's not one thing someone can do.

A self who realizes his sins and denies them.

A good story about bugs makes me want to mock myself. With this eye, which has abandoned many deaths to the outside world in this hand, which has lost many lives - because Ars makes his wishes a priority.

But at the end, Ars stood still. There are those who want to help at any cost. Als won't stop thinking that I'm sure they'll pointy their mouths that they're unwilling.

Maybe we don't have to let them thank him for saving us with that. Because the most honest emotion springs from the heart, not from the head.

- Let's start over, the world changes from here. I'll expand my world from here. So......

"I won't let you kill anyone."

"I don't need any more words. I don't need you to ask for it, because it's not just the mouth, it's the power."

A full blow of both forces collides and plays with both bodies.

Exhaling heavily, the apnea sword trident left only the same number of cuts and stab wounds on each other's bodies.

Speaking of magic power, we can still afford it, but we don't have a chance to use magic anymore. Even so, Ars immediately expressed his magic. Instantly completes the brain configuration, when bugs are incorporated into the details of the phylogenetic formula.

Ba and lifted hands are well motivated.

"[Aeohara is Phosphorus Crystal (Alj Aid)]"

Vast magical remnants left in space. The sequence was recombined by Ars into a constant pattern. It is every moment that the remnants that should have been discarded formed their form as matter.

For a moment, a giant pointed nail fits from both sides at the left and right of the croquel.

Magic that adds definition as matter to spatial mastery magic. The figure is a silver crystal like the one that gave shape to the fantasy as magic.

Five nails appear from nowhere on the left and right, meshing without gaps. However, the ear hurts so high that the crystal is crushed by its power.

Ars' hand will not stop against Croquel, who immediately buckled and dodged.

Instantly crushed crystal fragments follow another configuration. Although crystal, its essence is completely different from that of quartz. It is a substance that has restored magic remnants and reconstructed them as new energies.

A crystal of magic that stopped its composition as magic and allowed it to rebuild indefinitely.

master the space and retroactively trace the time of the magical remnants present in a certain range. There Ars gave composition to the magic that could be combined innumerably.

For a moment enough, Ars does not lose his gaze, and the brain calculates the configuration well ahead of him.

My right eye hurt unevenly, but I can't afford the time I care about it and it can't be a reason to loosen my hand for Ars, who is ready to die from the start.

The crystal fragments responded to the palm bottom of Ars and replaced him with a shape like a broken castle hammer. Linked to his protruding hand, he punctured Krokel in the face.

Probably useless. Based on such predictions, Ars pulled the AWR, stretched the chain and ran.

A suspiciously glowing blue eye instantly analyzes the composition, and the broken castle hammer disappears into a distorted space.

This, rewriting magic also makes it possible to rebuild. The tip of the broken castle hammer behind Ars is created as if the space had been transferred.

You haven't noticed. Ars rushed to Krokel without slowing down. A dagger rubbing low and just above the ground.

It made Crokel think that it would never be shaken up.

However, the transfer of a broken castle hammer with a blind spot collapses without Ars reaching directly.

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Yes, Krokel's [Hequatra's Binocular] is a rewriting of the magical composition. Even in previous magical battles, Krokel did a rewriting of Ars' offensive magic and a rewriting of the orientation into a configuration that turned it back to Ars, not himself.

Regardless, that's something that can even apply a hand to the expression coordinates.

So no matter how Ars coats the coordinates with robust information, everything will be unraveled in Crokel's eyes.

When magic approaches Krokel, all the coordinates are converted into their own magic aimed at Ars.

Repeated coping in that sense. It was a show of heterogeneity that overshadowed the power of the demonic eye and the common sense of the demonic eye.

However, Ars had no choice but to evade or respond with a [bulimic predator (gra eater)] in a one-sided magic battle that was actually repeated, but not this time. Moreover, Ars did not have to repeat the same thing. I guess I should say I took absolute confidence backwards.

Ars was taking the count with his mouth. Tactics that were all accurately calculated and exhausted in time. [Aeohara is a Phosphorus Crystal (Alziaid)] Even so, it gave mass to spatial mastery magic, and there are definitely magical and magical configurations there.

That's why Ars planted a bomb in the configuration. It is an automatic collapse type configuration that causes the configuration to collapse independently after a certain amount of time. The crystal crumbles like a piece of glass and blends into the air.

In an instant's gap, Ars swings up his dagger without any hesitation as he dives into Crokel's pocket. The disfigured Croquel is prevented by a sword, but to that extent it cannot be defended.

As the bounced body floats across the universe, Ars perfectly aligns his left hand with the opponent's chest with a maximized body twist. And the flowing center of gravity movement had a tremendous impact, blowing up the croquel as it was.

The view passes like the wind to leave the trees.

The bloody Krokel didn't have time to wipe his mouth and turned his consciousness overhead.

- Have you disturbed your magic!!

Swing your sword up toward a dagger that will be swung down from your head in an instant at the same time as recognition. Ars waves down his dagger mercilessly in front of him during the moment. There can be no antagonism, no scaffolding or the mere force of twisting your body will not allow you to enjoy the blow of Ars over your entire weight.

Now he's bouncing off to the ground. Still not as immature as clashing. He was precisely positioned in the air and suffered the impact of his feet on the ground. I don't even allow muscle screams to get in the way of my thoughts. Things don't make you do that.

Yet another giant crystal sword swung down from overhead is causing the sun's light to reflect indiscriminately inside.

But I can't afford to be composing magic in this instant in Croquel, disturbed by magic. Countless strings of characters come and go inside the eyeballs visibly after all the baking out.

"It's no use!!!

Perhaps because we lost sight of Ars, but the crystal sword broke the composition apart first, leaving no fragments even misty.

A dark-haired boy looks down at a point behind it and falls with his dagger pointed at him.

"- Huh!!

- [Spinning eyes (Lembito allega)].

Croquel forcefully substituted the magical composition for the demonic eye.

Move the arrangement of spaces. The space, however, recombined like a puzzle, had gaps. The world performs the restoration of space, but Krokel resists it by the devil's eye. No matter what, it's not something you can resist. However, as a result, the restoration of space and anything that interferes there produces enormous amounts of energy.

It's hard to describe that power as magic. However, the force was diverted and the extracted croquel produced a black sphere like a compressed one. Distorted fluctuations of magic surrounding the perimeter. It was obviously compressing excessive magic. It's almost like I'm cracking it into demonic eye arithmetic just to control it.

In fact, the barrier created by Crokel under the black sphere. The multiple barriers that unfold in a radial fashion, like projecting eyes, are meant to maintain their magic and protect themselves.

Magic that aggregates the restoration of space in one turn. It compresses enormous amounts of energy and develops barriers to avoid its impact. In the sense of rewriting magic, the power to hold back magic would be exactly the true price of [Hequatra's Binocular], which can rewrite sequential information.

Ars thinks instantly in his brain. But that just reminded me of the word that Crokel was also mixed with demonic body tissue just like Ars was again.

This power was also within Ars' assumptions in the sense that he could master space in the same way.

Without even showing a moment of wolf, Ars released a pitch-black magic from his entire body. The tip that shapes the silhouette like a guard dog in hell swallows the entire distortion of space.

The effect of interfering in space, if only marginally, produces enormous amounts of energy as magic. The world was automatically repaired by eating the black sphere that had retained it.

The immense amount of magic absorbed in the body like pulsating with dokun rubs Ars' consciousness down. Eat your teeth and stare under your eyes. I had assumed there, but Croquel's inevitable loss had made his expression strong.

When the landscape skew is instantly fixed, the [bulimic predator (Gras Eater)] stretches his neck a number of times and runs without straying to the croquel directly below him.

The deployed multiple barriers had circles painting an eye-like pattern, and a magical formula that had never seen its surroundings surrounded it. [Raging Predator (Gra Eater)] is prevented as if blocked by something. Although the mouth dyes the surface of the barrier doth black like a spring to the impact.

But it's also for a moment, the impenetrable wall was created by [Hequatra's Binoculars]. The barrier unfolded is of no great magnitude, and it runs from the center when it pierces the barrier with a blade wrapped around Ars's [Dimensional Fault "Dimensional Thrust"], which came down later.

In the meantime, the pitch-black magic surrounded the barrier and bypassed it to Croquel beneath his eyes.

But even for a moment, time is time. Krokel is retreating even more dramatically, and the [bulimic predator (Gras eater)] who pursues his goal is willing as if he were a starving beast, opens his big mouth and runs through the gaps in the trees. The silhouette of the mouth alone is thrown out of the mouth so that even the splash is raised, and the mouth is thrown out of the mouth again as it rushes through the ground.

Each time the speed increases and instantly catches up to Croquel, but he finally landed with the soles of his feet on the thick trunk. It seems to have embraced the predation of [bulimic predators (gra eaters)].

The moment Gras Eater's mouth split into six pieces became one and enlarged, trying to make it a drink.

A gra eater with self was torn in two. In that torn place, Krokel suffered a bright, magical rewriting of the ceremony, spreading his arms wide. In its hands lived a heterogeneous light unlike magic, which also seemed to reflect the brilliance emitted by Hequatra. That's what's playing Gras Eater.

Driving his distressed face, he repeatedly breathes into small pieces, jumping the trunk to Ars at once on the scaffold.

Sooner than he sensed and analyzed the magic of being torn, Ars moved into a position of interception - shortly afterwards, Crokel's sword slid through Gras Eater's body and threw it, penetrating Ars' abdomen deeply to the X.

"Gu......"

I don't suffer the bitter sound of leaks and still lose sight of my opponent.