Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The voices uttered to no one are filled with signs of affirmation. Even if we're on the lookout, if we have all these magicians and everyone eats the stops, it's the end of the line.

It is still the single magician who solves the pressing air, and that is probably why there are strong enough people.

I didn't struggle so hard to move the Kakashi crew.

"S-rate or..." was Iliis, but her voice was so vague and a weak grunt that she wondered to whom.

The S-rate demon is defining itself as a complete form. At first glance, it would be distinguishable as a truly alien individual corresponding to magic.

"Don't even look at me in silence. Let us hurry."

"I agree. But..."

and Ars turns to Ilyis urging ahead, including being a gaze. I noticed that. I also saw that Ilyis had a point, and nodded back.

Loki looks bewildered at such a silent exchange between the two. I didn't dare use words, so I guess it's not a good idea to be heard by a lot of other people here.

Even so, as for Loki, who wants to get ahead of the line at times of need, a stray arises as to how to get out.

You have to step forward before anyone else and make sure Ars doesn't rub his nerves down on the chores. Yet I couldn't decipher the silent meaning that Ars utters.

Chilli and a fire of agitation smoke up my back.

Make sure they push your burning back, and Loki only slips one step more than Ars.

Ars had one thing he wanted to know before he went downstairs. Because if this deposit has anything to do with Babel, as Als expected... it could be a clue to back it up.

shared only with Iliis.

At that time, when they felt they wanted to see it with their eyes, oddly enough, the tall sound of wearing a kachi and ground from the deepest part of the central - huge room (pocket) rings.

In front of the mixed unit, potpourri and lights out into a huge space. Soft light gradually increases the amount of light and begins to reveal darkness. Unlike earlier, it was filled with the intense light emitted by Mithril.

"Is that [Serketo]?"

Multiple legs strike the ground irregularly, gradually revealing the appearance of the carbide. Robust outer shell characteristic of crustaceans covering the whole body. The pointy legs and pointy arms were like steel forged many times...... no, every single one was like a delicacy Lance.

Blurred vision, unable to clearly capture the two pointed arms.

Ars narrows his eyes to gaze at it and notices the vibration of the tiny space surrounding his pointed arm.

- I don't think that's a glimmer. The problem is more than that......

Light was filled by misrills that responded to Serketo's magic. A tragic sight that makes for a nausea that can thereby be slightly admitted behind the cerketo.

"It's like a monument."

Stepping out without cowardice, looking over a huge space from near the entrance, Ars threw up one person disgusted.

Behind Serketo were giant crystals creating clusters. It stretches randomly at various angles like Kenyama. Its tip was decorated with humans pierced through the abdomen.

It's like an early sacrifice.

A dozen people were still pierced by one crystal at a time by a dozen, dyeing a huge group of crystals with their blood. The crystal group emits a strong bright red light at the same time as its size increases.

And right behind the cerketo, everyone's gaze nailed the fluttering tail halfway between the crystal group and the body.

"O, Lord Oldwise!?

With a stunningly stained face, Garginis squeezed out his mentor's name behind his throat. With his chest pierced by a giant tail, he is stretched loosely to flaunt. From the corpse, which is shaken slowly and powerlessly, blood splashed - shaking a wet towel, like flying water.

within the assumed range.

But Ars' eyes remained rugged and nailed to a disastrous sight. The eyes that can be narrowed tell that he has confirmed something.

Magic leaks out of the red armor of Garginis, who would have been the most shocked, into emotional letting.

Everyone feels the state of battle.

How to stop the weir like I was forced to block the faucet with my hands that I left out. Garginis was behind his armor, quietly enduring.

The sound of his fists squealing closed only tightly for his shameful portion of his thoughts.

Even members of the Garginis squad were breath-takingly aggressive in stopping the enormous amount of magic that a single magician lodged in his body and still leaking out.

The magic of Garginis can be interpreted with utmost ease.

Anger, which can also be described as irrational, is one's own genuine “anger”.

Apart from magic, Ars felt he understood why he had been in the last seat of eighth place for a long time in the past. Magic power is closely related to emotion, which still doesn't work well if it's unstable, and sometimes even runs wild.

But in the case of Garginis.

- Do you control magic with emotional ups and downs?

General magic is what we consume as energy, and when it comes to Ars' theory, it's what we operate as skills. In the case of Garginis, however, it is probably adjusted not by the control of elaborate magic, but specifically by the degree of percentages due to the ups and downs of emotions.

No, and Ars changes his mind. In short, that's just immature.

So this should just be the magic reacting more faithfully by the heightened emotions.

Magic power continues to be constantly generated in the body, with individual differences but constant in production even when trying to consume it. But now Garginis was forcefully increasing his production by emotional heights.

Regardless, this cannot be sustained for long periods of time at no cost, but it is not usually possible, for example, to intentionally increase the amount generated.

"Heh - good - don't be magical. If they do, I'll put an end to it."

In a tearing tone, Fannon turns his water toward Garginis.

"We'll finish cleaning downstairs soon, so let them have it until then, at best."

…………

Garginis, who pierces the silence, doesn't seem to have Fannon's words in his ear.

After a beat or so, the sound sounds as heavy as a crease from the back of the armor.

"The longer I wait for you, the longer I'm not! Hey, Als Regin, we'll take this place as planned!

"I have no objection. We're in a hurry. All we have to do is shut up and get rid of those who are in the way."

but Ars looks to the demons. I thought they saw it right.

I get a bad feeling where they're not attacking me right away.

Ilyis also gives his consent, but he doesn't need to say it.

"I don't like the position, but do I have a choice?

As Ilyis says, the passage downstairs is behind the huge room Pocket. In other words, does the means of travel penetrate the sight of the demon or go around the outer periphery?

"I'll keep it down. Get out of here!"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No signal, no timing. It's a forceful way, but there's no more opportunity, and the Ars and the others run out instantly.

The outer periphery of the room "Pocket" is surrounded by multiple circles as if it were a ring. The only way to get downstairs is through one of the peripheral passages of the room "Pocket".

Left or right, whichever way you go, it's the same way to get there.

But, fool, honestly, there's no point in going along one aisle amicably.

Troops going downstairs instantly split into two hands, each aiming for a path downstairs.

A moment's judgment, so to speak, is intuition.

Many of Fannon's troops to the left. Ars and Loki go right, one beat late and Iris also follows Ars.

I also found that the battle had already begun over thick walls.

With Ars et al. passing through the boulder, there is no indication that powerful magic has been expressed.

The time taken to reach the distance is about ten seconds.

Because of the curvature, if it's hard to see ahead but nothing, it should be able to maintain speed as well.

Second, a small voice of Bosoli and Iliis rang just beside Ars.

"Kid, have you noticed?"

"Oh, just as expected"

I can't talk a lot now, but that's all I should have passed on to her. Meaning shown by demonic forms and tragic sights.

I won't put it in my mouth, but even Garginis may be heavy loaded. Because it was obvious it wasn't just an S-rate.

There are indicators of the combat power required to crusade the S-rate. Crusading the S-rate involves putting in an elite unit that incorporates a single magician. Still, the probability of being completed is set at about 70%, including pre-information, and expectations in damage are said to be 100%.

The numbers vary by rank, but they generally share the same perception across countries.

Not to mention that although the ranking of Garginis rolled up in the loophole, it is still what was called the inferior ranking within the single magician.

It may be said that the above estimates generally apply.

Naturally, there may be compatibility with demons and hidden powers. It would not contain potential values, so to speak.

I can only hope for that.

The moment - even the slightest concern Ars had blows away in an instant.

Ars and Iris, who were running in a side-by-side row, reacted at the same time, jumping back as if a repulsion had arisen between them. Each other rebels against each other, clearing up a great deal of space where we've been.

Then a sharp pointy spear was plugged from the wall on the side of the giant room (pocket), penetrating where Ars and Iris had been until earlier.

Easily penetrates thick walls with pockets and large holes.

Yes, by the time I thought I'd penetrated the wall, I'd already been drawn in and only the hole was left.

The vice of what Garginis is doing, going the other way, was thrown up by Fannon.

"I'm not kidding, you puppet!

A childish vice that resonates inside. But I didn't feel as nervous from that curse.

Ars wants to say a word, but that's something he won't even allow.

The transient spike protruding from the wall easily overtakes the reflex nerve of the constant. It's easy in the sense of dying without even feeling the pain.

From Fannon's point of view, I guess he's being attacked the same way on the other side.

Due to the slightly visible shape, the spike is due to the tail Oldwise was poking at.

How far each of us could comprehend with the current thrust, which is the most necessary means to get out of here.

- These people can't prevent that. I choose to avoid it rather than prevent it head-on with me. But if you realize it, you can handle it.

Yes, the crux is that the current penetration was not aimed at Ars and Iris by detection or sensing. I mean, it's close to plausible.

Probably due to speculation derived from footsteps.

Ars or Ilyis, if they had set an exact aim on either side, it shouldn't have been intact.

All I can do is look straight ahead and run.

As Ars looks back over his shoulder, the spike penetrates through the crew at an unnoticed speed and returns.

Ars' prediction came true. The second shot is a good place to lose sight of.

I don't hit anyone, I don't even plunder.

Such speculation depends heavily on analytical power, and here it is directly linked to life and death.

Three, four, five shots... About five holes in the wall within a second. I just have to run, but this is all luck. There are also people out there who get hurt by too much trouble.

Still don't stop running, and don't stop.

Gradually surround yourself from the leading Ars and Iliis and view the downward passage like a pit downstairs.

On the other side, I just captured Fannon and Excelles.

On the contrary, Iliis turned his attention behind him, not forward,

"Chip! Don't try to fight it!

Beyond the absurd voices, there were many men peeking into empty holes and trying to unfold barriers to whether they could no longer stand the death game left to the hauling genius.

Before I bravely finished saying, "I will prevent, in the meantime -" the head disappeared from the man's neck and top on the way to building the magic.

Because he was in the middle of the line, I guess he tried to get the follow-ups to go safely ahead.

But I started telling Serketo where I was.

The ensuing situation then becomes even more unfavorable. Only the coworker's head had disappeared in front of him, and the two remaining in the sight of falling while spraying blood had stopped their legs.

Food for outfits.

They don't realize their own feet are sticking to the ground. I was forced to make the choice of turning back. I have the effort to run out again once I have stopped my legs in extreme conditions. On the contrary, it is much easier mentally to run out to turn back.

The brain decides to go “dangerous" ahead of the death of a colleague and mistakenly identifies turning back as “safe path”.

That is why moving across corpses creates psychological resistance.

Anyway, before this, there are holes everywhere, because from demons, it's like it's visible.

But behind the hole - the roar of the Galginis rips out of the center.

The sound of galloping and metal armor being shredded also rang loudly again.

The sound of a dong wearing a hole also gets shorter. When these fell out of the back of the hole almost simultaneously - a sharp cut slipped in front of the subsequent men, and stopped.

It's something they couldn't even see until they pulled it back. Technically, I haven't even seen the shape of the tail that puts the hole through.

For the first time, a tough tail appeared on their present.

A moment of stagnation is due to Garginis.

And this moment was between the last to save them from their predicament.

"Hurry!!

To Ars' voice the men rushed out to fall and ran as far as they could to the passage downstairs.