Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Loki was in terrible pain in the moment. Because of the good fight we had been able to make so far, the unnaturalness to be noticed had hidden in the sumptuous. Think calmly and it's full of weird things......

How can we fight this far in front of the sculptures that exceed the S rate, or can we stand? I should have been ready to die, but if I open the lid, I can fight enough, albeit intact.

She may have underestimated the wonder Loki continued to stand until this moment.

It can't be to this extent...... I knew from the beginning that everything was not enough.

Loki, who finally comes to mind there, rushes through at full speed to flirt with his opponent. Aside from capturing Loki's appearance, only a long, thin flash of thunder was traveling unusually fast through the space.

The realm of divine speed - beyond the speed of recognition.

Leaving behind any demons, in a sense of urgency that does not allow for a moment of misjudgment, creeps in demons that do not make them as microscopic as statues.

Whatever happens to the opponent, cut everything and don't miss a moment of counterattack clearance.

Focused consciousness broke off and something hung on my body.

"Huh!?

Following Loki's bitter sound, a heavy sound called Don echoes within the space Pocket. A wave of wind spreading to ripple uprooted pebbles and dust.

From the head of Loki, who was traveling at high speed, a wall fell as invisible as knocking down Xiaozhi. Blunt, then the betty vivid sound rings small.

Can it be described precisely as a wall of wind?

This magic keeps pounding the wind with tremendous momentum, so to speak, Windy Falls.

to be crushed. Loki was slammed to the ground.

The pressurized wind wall fills the ground with each plunged body. Ultra-local [Dismantling (Downburst)]. Since the original [Dismantling (Downburst)] is a wall of wind that plunges from above, the interference range is extremely wide.

A large crater made of pushing into the ground spread around Loki. Crushing her body like a mistletoe over a hard rock bed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

My head, my body, my guts are crushed.

Make sure you get more loads, dong twice. Pressure was applied to crush the entire body.

You can't even breathe, only blood drips from your nose and mouth.

Impossible to get up or something. I just waited for them to crush me. I can't scream, I just have to die without the art of exchanging in one blow.

The voice of the broken body sounded good. The skull is twitching and the bone called the bone of the body is going to be crushed.

The pressure of a wind that can't move one finger brings death in pieces.

I can't raise my voice or breathe satisfactorily. The body wants to squeeze the rag, the part is going to cut a thousand pieces, and it's going to crumble... but for some reason only tears overflow.

Even the strength to fight it is something that takes away the roots of this wind. Power difference until overwhelming.

To a horrible opponent, squeezing courage and challenging him couldn't have changed the outcome. There is no way that unknown powers will emerge at the end, like the hero Tan.

It is known for its energy, will, and things that can be overshadowed by heart.

I knew from the beginning that I had no power. Such a helpless self was pitiful and unforgivable.

It's not the cliché of Ars that I said one day, but yes, it must resemble a cold word he releases to those who have a harsh tone and expect nothing.

“How foolish of the courage shown by the weak”.

What an empty thing to dream about, knowing it won't come true.

When it comes to the ugliness of the power of the weak...... not very but not easy to laugh at.

For Ars's sake, I guess I don't even need the vows of the weak or anything else that I've scorned that way.

Nobody buys an annoying cheap sale.

Oh, that's miserable. It's a miserable solitude. No matter how far you go, no matter who it is for, it's just an ego.

If nothing could be accomplished, this action would only be accomplished by fools.

Still put myself to the bottom, and still only one hope supported Loki - no, this may be exhaustive.

My fingertips scratched over the ground against the pressure slightly.

(Still good... even selfish... I don't mind being cursed for being an idiot. I'm only for Al... if Al is happy, I don't need correctness, such as meaning...)

So whoever it is, if it's for him, I'll help you.

I will save you with my life.

I'll push and sell you as much annoyance as I can.

The voice leaking into my heart was squeezed out like a tear. Tears can only be mixed with blood and dyed red, and the hidden thoughts rush around without attachment like a running lantern.

You may be wrong. Because we just push everything we can, whether it's the wrong path or not.

I didn't have to think about the mess. Because from the beginning Loki kept wishing for herself, not for Ferrinella or for Ars.

When I give this life just for him. An oath I made myself.

I just gave my body a good reason that the process was for Ferrinella.

I meant what I wanted to do to help her, and it wasn't all a lie. Assuming you were lying, would that be against yourself?

How many times have you noticed that you are weak?

Loki mocks herself when she has a stupid and demeaning personality.

I should have penetrated it with ultimate endeavor......

I'm not afraid of death, I've already experienced something really scary. Compared to that, even evil is dyed.

So I guess it's for me after all. Because I've learned that I'm really scared.

Shortly after I crawl on all fours, I shook my arms and woke up resisting the pressure of the waterfall-like wind.

With an output that should also be called total magic, Loki just released electricity. It replaced the magic of magic with a system as if it were in a thundering cloud, a source of thunder that could not even be called magic.

Bounce off the pressure of the wind and resist with all-out force.

In the thunder that surrounded Loki's body, she lifted her strutting arm off the ground, waking up her torso in an unwavering manner. Drop your hips between your legs bent to the letter (c) and sit down with Petan.

The figure was creepingly pale in the silence as if time had stopped.

Thunder filled the room Pocket, in the center where it spawned a tremendous spark - in the center of the space that wrapped Loki and stained her white - looking straight at the demon like only her open eyes floated.

How comfortable it is to go beyond all kinds of constraints and break through the wall of reason.

Beyond the fear of death, break, and fall in love.

I really... like not looking at myself.

(It's a feeling of happiness that fills my chest over this period, so I can't save the woman who makes it...)

My mouth smiles. There was no point in the overflowing laughter of self-derision.

In other words, most magic will not work on that demon, which means that it can be rewritten by the black wind. It is difficult to continue to retain information intensity with a force of about loki.

In the first place, the demon opponent has no chance of winning with magical information. Though it is not possible to think of those who are called single magicians in the same line.

However, still, it's also called magic that can fill the difference in power.

"(Fortunately…) I have the power to get it where it doesn't arrive"

Disclosure of unconscious thoughts. The awareness that she was talking was thin, which meant that there were few places where the iron flavour that spread in her mouth was already functioning properly in her body.

In an attempt to almost stop the functioning of the body… yes, only the filled thoughts of the mind will not fade.

The demon imitating Ferrinella hadn't even moved off the spot once since the battle began.

The cool mouth was no longer a ripped mouth until earlier, reminiscent of leisure time play.

Naturally, there shouldn't be a throat or vocal cord in a mouth full of shapes. Yet the trick of moving your mouth with strange movements seemed to imitate the movement of this mouth.

Emotions go away, and no sound is emitted. I don't, but the trick was for the baby to imitate the mother's mouth and hear her voice, giving her a glimpse of the kind of follow-up she would remember.

As he sits back, Loki turns his sharp eyes towards the monster as he shoots through - leaving traces of tears of blood.

Pick up the [moonhua] sliding into the ground weakly, filling the overwhelming difference in force all at once.

"Follow - Fushi!!

Reach out softly, squeeze the last force and tell its magical name.

But Loki's arm never even lifted Pickle. If it is not caused by damage, to the extent that the arm is raised lightly......

As if to answer such Loki's surprise, his arms were pulled down - both arms, too.

If you lose sight of the feeling that your child will beat you.

Soon there was a small face, which raised a thin contour from the black wind. Ambiguous perception like finding something face-like in smoke.

It was such a feeling of uncertainty that the shape of the cloud was similar to that of an animal, but what Loki instantly associated with was a "child".

In the black wind, parts like eyes, nose, and mouth may just happen to be painted black.

However, that's how the floating silhouette was an irresistible little thing to say about a child.

Two children created by the wind draw Loki's arms.

――

I felt like I laughed a nigga.

At the grasping stage, no, none of us were willing to keep fighting Loki anymore.

Magic analysis is also a thought to incorporate into the tactics that lie ahead, so to speak. There is no further than this for Loki who dumped it.

The highest priority is the inescapable magic activation.

Without arms or anything, as long as your mouth moves...

"[Volkswagen" Fushiikazuchi "]!!

An absolutely inevitable magic in the corner of a thunderbolt that can be emitted with a cry similar to anger.

At the same time, the black wind pictured a child pulling Loki's arm even harder.

That was a moment.

After such severe pain that his skin was stripped off, he interfered in his arms, and the wind children pulled the nerves of his arms apart and cut them a thousand times. Butterflies and something are pulled and cut a thousand times.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

A scream echoed as if running through all of this hierarchy.

My brain is filled with pain. Intense pain abruptly interrupts the voice when it turns to blunt pain and shortens the brain.

When the light of consciousness that dwelt behind his eyes faded and dyed his arms with companion blood, Loki fell flat as it was.

The thin thunderlight of [Fushiikazuchi "] disappears at the same time as the consciousness of Hu and Loki is interrupted.

I can disappear, as if nothing had happened.

No, it was technically activated. Because the next time [Volkswagen] appeared, he was definitely approaching the demon's body.

Fallen Loki never sees it.

[Volkswagen], which broke into the interior of the demon, was ejected by scattering several sparks, as if expelled.

The end of [Volkswagen], where everything was entrusted to the senses.

(bounced... bounced out)

It was not a conscious word.

The vision of the fallen Loki is blurred and the curtain descends on his sight as the sun sets at dusk into the night.

In it, Loki did see him.

I saw his ragged face coming late.

I'm sure his face is calling my name.

I was a little happy that my name was uttered by the movement of my mouth.

And I think......

- If you look like that, you can't regret it. I'll repeat the same thing again, won't I?

Even if it's the wrong choice, I'm willing to affirm it.

But if you look at Ars' face now to make a mistake, I guess Loki will still keep repeating the same mistake over and over again.