Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Nothing, no doubt about it, the two great swords were shaken to a great extent - and swung down.

Just past the heavenly edge of your head and fall to your tail in acceleration.

Even so, the two of them were definitely stopping time then. Once tilted to shake it down, the Great Sword is against its will, stopping the cutting edge perfectly. It takes a lot of arm strength to stop an object that has been applied force once.

But the two arms became as stiff as they were stiff after death, tense to the point of anomaly.

Intuitively enlighten. There is no such thing. It's a common despair in front of the mighty who have been through so many times.

But what was different from any of the dead lines that I had crossed was that my body wouldn't listen as if I'd said it.

And their gaze deviated from their tails so that they could be sucked in.

Just as I tried to interrupt between the two of them, a huge, alien, disastrous face was peeking this way.

There's some kind of roaring noise coming from somewhere in my face. That is a sign that it is alive.

The supposedly predatory side.

It was as if they were showing off so many obvious things. For a moment, though, the body chose rigidity, with obvious death in front of its eyes.

I should have been able to move reflexively, but now I've created a delay as if waiting for instructions from my brain.

I don't know which one Serketo is looking at within the two of us.

But...

Either one of you returned it to me, all you have to do is amputate your tail.

What we need to do is “disconnect” rather than evade.

Live again on the great sword that stopped on the way, swinging it down with all the strength of your body.

But at the same time the will is transmitted from the brain to the body... so that Serketo's mouth rips open his skin and pacifies. It wasn't exactly a mouthful, it was like an impromptu reconstructed horrible thing.

Is it good when it comes to just air holes? The mouth-like thing, born of a thousand cuts of hard outer skin, was directed at the hostile crew who exposed the inconsistent oral cavity.

Returning to me as soon as possible, the crew working on the tail amputation is pinched in the mouth just before the tip of the great sword touches it. He ascended to the universe to be pulled, and a strange sound sounded like he was pinched with all his might.

Aiming for a hardness equal to that of the demon, the armor is now also shaken near the ceiling, based on the demon's outer shell as an AWR.

A large amount of blood splashes out of the back of the visor.

In a series of collaborations, a small amount of time should have been of great value. But its value is now plummeting as well.

One of the others takes his eyes off the way his companions are dying, and he takes consciousness to the tail.

But after all, there won't be enough time to waste in a kill.

The pointy arm, which should have been magically and robustly tied together, had repeated super-fast vibrations on the spot. The vibrations transmitted from the chain are insignificant, but gradually begin to interfere with the configuration itself.

Shortly after the breakdown in magic, the pointed arm forcefully pulled the chain a thousand times.

The cuttoe of the released pointed arm makes a blunt sound and slaps the crew's head.

The soldiers, who had shields beside them, saw and heard the vivid sound of a bone breaking by the unnatural sound of Gaggo. The sharp arm, swinging out at high speed, slapped only the head accurately, and easily broke the neck in an unobstructed direction.

The fortress by the shield must be maintained even if the great sword is dropped and the fellow falling from his knees is in front of him.

And immediately, a tremendous shock struck over the shield.

The shield hecks with a blow. I do it well as long as it doesn't penetrate.

It won't be possible to count exactly how many shots you're getting. What is happening in front of a shield boasting of iron walls on the other side with little prospect?

It was as if it was withstanding a storm that would never stop.

Garginis judged the death of his fellow man only by sound. His next move was fast.

Take a big step and stick your foot in the ground.

Magic conveys red armor and floats the magic formula to stain it.

"[Unlimited Armory (Fem Aldonos)]"

Correctly, it's not like magic. of the armor-shaped AWR worn by Garginis, so to speak, close to its nature.

The magic formula reacted only to the fact that it was still influenced by special materials.

Armor shines like a red pigment stains and a geometric line is drawn to the surface of the tail.

The tail shape was about to be reassembled under the armpits of Garginis.

Garginis' red light armor is specially designed to be used against demons, enabling melee combat. It combines attacking magic damage reduction as well as the highest standard of performance against physical attacks.

But most importantly, it is the AWR of the greatest masterpiece he has, which has enough single magicians.

Draw a line with conventional anti-demon protective equipment. His armor-shaped AWR is different in the first place. The biggest feature of the protective AWR - the body mounted AWR - that Hulkapudia has pushed for is that it faithfully reproduces the role played by the demonic outer shell.

Furthermore, the AWR worn by Garginis took another step forward. It even incorporated demonic predation, altered traits.

In other words, the shape can be reconstructed as the same substance as long as it touches the armor.

No matter, I can't ignore the magical elements.

It does not produce with magic as magic, but rebuilds into our things as part of armor.

Although the incorporated nature depends on the magical powers of Garginis, it is restricted to weapons.

Not to mention that there is a limit, and what he can turn into a weapon is also limiting.

Even if attempted, the tail is informatively defined as unlikely by Serketo's magic.

It was nearly impossible to pervert it.

But they were effective against Serketo opponents as a means of attacking.

The pulling force weakened slightly.

Don't miss that moment, just stick one hand out. One of the crew threw the sword at Garginis.

The sword-shaped AWR that fits in your hand degenerates and rebuilds matter into magic.

In an instant, it turned into a snoring sickle.

By that time, a breakdown had occurred in the shield's walls, which had become unbearable, and the crew covering the front had been forced to twist and retreat. Of course there is magic just to prevent it, the bones in your body are screaming.

The gap between us was on the other hand getting bigger.

And the intolerable crew realizes that the shield has also lost its function as an AWR. Still, no one fled the scene.

And not long before he's ready, he rips open the shield barrier and blows it up with the shield pierced by the crew that stood on the left and right side of his tail.

Achieve a one- or two-minute face-to-face with Serketo.

"Thank you!! - Humph!"

There, Garginis lifts the distorted shaped sickle easily with one hand, swinging it down to prune the weed from its roots.