Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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I'm glad you're just a filth......

Why do you look so sad?

Then I won't regret the foolish deeds I've done.

I feel like I've done something wrong. There must have been a better way. I could have run for anything.

But I dared to make that wrong choice of my own.

While I knew I was wrong, I had to.

Because... I'm Loki Rebehel.

Having confirmed the correctness that was not false to himself, Loki wept with a plundering vision.

Disclosure of the emotions that devoured my teeth with the power not to enter what the tears conveyed on my cheeks mean... bite the blood accumulated in my mouth... not very much but I can't bear to blame myself.

I didn't have enough power. I couldn't accomplish anything myself.

That's the only regret. The pitiful determination has led to the worst possible outcome.

I shouldn't have shown it to him. That's still the same.

"Oh, uh... oh... run..."

The next means of filling the brain became voiceless and leaked.

Run......

If my body moved, we could have run away together, but that won't happen again.

Then I'll have to ask you to run.

But the words were mixed with blood and didn't speak well.

You can't even beat the top of a magician. You can't win as long as he's Ars Regin.

Loki saw Ars' stunned appearance - convinced by the look of a terrible mixed emotion.

It is sad, and it is an emotion attributed to shock. And the sentiment of anger still did come to his face, too.

All in all, Ars stood blue-white enough not to move quickly. I couldn't perceive his mood, I knew this would happen even though I couldn't.

What the hell are his eyes that shake big? No, I guess it doesn't show anything.

A state where you can't even think about what to do immediately and can't decide anything.

There was no willingness to make a choice when he refused to run or even fight.

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I don't remember being possessed by such paranoia to save someone.

Even the feeling that I am standing is terribly vague, telling myself as if to reject the sight in front of me.

- What kind of joke is this?

Shivering lips remain perfectly closed even though they say they are your own body.

I know.

- Because I'm powerless, because I'm impudent.

The result I was complacent that I could fight enough was the sight in front of me. I feel the aftermath of the battle slightly, and if I hurry to come, I'm about to throw up a backlash at my too much stupidity.

In the worst case scenario, I should have known what Loki was going to do, etc.

Until he arrived here, his brain ached to blame itself for the disturbing hunch that had passed.

The pain of compressing the brain still persists intermittently due to the momentum that is about to burst with Bakubaku.

I don't even feel angry anymore.

The slightly trembling body went as if it were sinking to the bottom of the sea with more darkness and serenity. I guess it's “fear” if you name the darkness on the bottom.

I was afraid. Even though my head understood this would happen, I was afraid to see it.

Rational thinking brings emotions and interrupts decisions.

Heavy as if the mud is taking my feet.

However, I instantly understood this situation without having to think about it. Demons imitating Felinella, and the dying Loki.

These two points stick my feet to the ground.

I still couldn't make it. Loki, for his own sake, wouldn't let him carry the burden, so I guess that's what he challenged his opponents to be ready to die for.

Even if she knows she's going to lose, she won't get lost.

How unreliable do I look to Loki?

Masochistic mockery ensues. It's my own mistake that I couldn't figure out exactly how I was doing either.

"Forget it."

A word overflowing with potpourries as he dropped his vain eyes to the ground and slipped off Ars' mouth.

Immediately after, the body tremors subside, causing headaches.

From the side, that would have been an unusual sight. The moment of switching, as if it were a machine, was as if the memory itself had been stripped off. The moment I recognized him as an enemy, all the noise I thought of him there had been eliminated altogether.

Ferrinella is gone. No hate, just input as an object to be eliminated.

Breaking his body, crushing his heart, Ars unplugged AWR in an unspoiled motion.

Only the rubbing sound of unchanged chains sounds lonely and surrounding.

The mimicking giant ferrinella shivered into small pieces in strange motion, and stuck his face out to lean forward.

I ripped the butch and the end of my mouth, and when I opened my big mouth, I let out an uncomfortable scream.

Show the change as if you were in a hurry.

It looks as if it is trembling with joy, and uses its entire body to set its aim for Ars.

Immediately after, a sphere of wind surrounds Ars without any signs. A number of small spheres trapped by the wind dominated the space as if it were a minefield.

A sphere of storms with no escape.

But in an instant Ars was fleshy to demons to leave the ball of wind behind before that sphere did something.

Even in front of a giant like a covered covering, it doesn't feel like a monstrous alien to Ars.

A thick muscle without hesitation leaves Ars wondering how long he had been broken.

I was even horrified that I wasn't lost whether I was a friend or not.

I thought something had changed, but this is how I can be cold, so I guess it's been a long time since I broke it.

I wanted to be human. I wanted to smell human. Such a buried greed at the bottom of my heart now surfaces.

I wonder how many things have changed since I first missed my buddies.

I guess nothing has grown. Just like old times. As young as you are, what scares you is that cold feelings like you're blocking your ears, closing your eyes, and leaving it to the other self are cooling your body to the bottom.

My body stays cold all the time, so maybe I was looking for warmth.

A greatly stretched magic knife runs to the demon in reverse slaughter procedure.

But the famous magic knife was easily accepted. The thin, distorted hand of the demon grabs the magic knife straight as it grips.

From the spot where the bish grabbed him, the sword ran at once, the magic knife was crushed, and only a solid dagger cut the sky.

Shortly after, Ars drops AWR from his hand and sticks his hands out left and right. It was prevented by a barrier that immediately built a whirlpool of wind sandwiched from left to right without a comma one-second error.

The whirlpools of wind spinning in one direction drill the gullies and barriers as if they were still spinning. Originally, there is an advantage in the wind system that it is difficult to visually capture, but this black wind discards that advantage and incorporates an unlikely amount of information in the wind system.

It was no exaggeration to say that the barrier built almost unconsciously by Ars was the hardest of its own. Interfering with the space itself, in short, and fixing the coordinates. It rejects the invasion of all magical elements.

But the whirlpool of black wind had an absolute advantage over such barriers.

The art of shredding every barrier is not so much the superiority or inferiority of simple magic as the destruction of space itself.

Ars doesn't even show fine dust for the bare gesture that moves on that fact.

Immediately after, Ars' mouth spins something.

Freezing of magic in the ice system.

The finest magic that decays magic and replaces it with ice - [Decaying Ice Hua (Maris From)].

Frozen dominance began with both hands, and the wind cut that was cutting down the barrier was instantly frozen.

From there, the magic is transmitted and frozen to stretch the branches.

Instantly freezes the magic of demons that were full of space. The sight of countless branches was distributed everywhere like capillaries.

Ice that breaks from the frozen side becomes noisy and fills the pockets of the room.

Even in front of the demon, Ars never sees its face right. Ningro, he leaned slightly to remove his gaze and also looked like he was hiding his eyes with his forehead.

It was like he was taking steps that should just be silently knocked down with some dark, squeaky face.

Just like I've done before, I just don't think about it and become a killing doll.

The assembly of tactics is calculated only by accumulated data.

Ars stayed on the spot in a sense of distance that could be called an intermission. Wind systems generally have a lot of magic in the medium and long range. This is not a magical tendency that is well documented, it is simply a matter of nature.

I guess that's why Ars chose the melee.

Behavior based on rational tactics.

Naturally, even if the demon imitating Felinera is in front of him, he behaves gracefully and lifts his hands.

A haunting black mist falls loosely as the water overflows from the distorted palms.

At the same time, shortly after Ars pulled the chain and drew AWR to hand -.

Three black horns from the foot of the demon. A black angle, enclosed with dull light, grew and stretched in a spiral as it intertwined, aiming at the ceiling.

but they were supposed to pierce the demonic skin and sometimes be twisted by three black horns.

That's the hardest [Melliant Olga] strength.

But the majestic horn grew to escape from the foot of the demon. Such is the weak aim of heaven so that sprouted plants avoid obstructing objects.

However, the senseless magic that just surrounded it was the fruit of it, the fragile one that had problems with information intensity in the composition, as well as just formed the body as magic.

The wind that had fallen earlier coldly grabbed my feet by Ars, who was not shocked by that.

Now a black-style vortex is created over the demon's hands, which at some point enlarges and begins to spin fast. By the time Ars' magic had ended meaninglessly, it had been stretched out in a disc-shaped fashion.

Thinly stretched were two wind discs.

The fast spinning wind disc created in both hands rolled up the wind that had accumulated on the ground. An unusual magic density that even makes you think of it as the extreme of aggressive magic in the wind system.

The magic of the slashing system of each system - among the magic made against results such as amputation, if I may say so in short, the wind system has particular strengths. That is why we use the phenomenon of magic to lead us to results, but the two disc-shaped magics were of such a kind that they were at the apex among them… magic of a dimension that could not be achieved by man.

The treble that splits the ear was the rubbing sound of the wind. Immediately after it is released, the [Black Angle of Mitsuko (Meriant Olga)] is easily cut and approached.

Ars retreats at once in a motion like an input. One was hunting him down at a certain distance between Ars' eyes and the tip of his nose.

And the other looms straight from the side to draw a semicircle.

They come into contact with the walls, but even cut off the misrills without slowing down.

It's like there's no obstacle.

Ars cleverly manipulates the chain onto a disc that intersects directly in front and directly from the side, fixing it in space.

Chained to a disc that flies straight from the side, slightly off track causes your feet to float and dive into a slightly born gap. I twisted my body into a space where I could have divided each person and dodged it, but the price of Ars may have been huge.

Although the chain I used as a defense succeeded in changing its orbit, it made a noisy metal noise and moved away from under Ars' interference.

I wouldn't mind falling apart. Unscratched chains have been broken.

Fragments of chains that fall as just objects.

All that remained in Ars' hands was a dagger and a broken dagger along the way, with only a small fracture of the remaining chain.

But still, there are no emotional changes such as upset in Ars.

It goes without saying that whoever sees it was Ars' miscalculation. Even so, it has moved to the next action without even putting it on his teeth.

The only unique AWR made of metheometal was destroyed, the greatest cause of which was the vulnerability of the magic itself. Even the chains alone have a high affinity with magic and do not fall into a state of destruction first.

Because the AWR is equipped with magical enhancements.

That's why Ars' own magic was the cause, plus the magic he received was bad. Magic specific to amputation requires a corresponding response. Instead of taking the necessary action, the chain was severed because it could not.

The two passing discs skip the walls without objects as they swirl.

And again, when he approached Ars, he was divided into four pieces, as if they were divided.

There was no room for magic in Ars, which avoided them all on a single piece of paper, and Ning Lo's body sampling was becoming dull. Equals to being forced to move.

It's just that, the less I think about it, the more black something makes me feel like it fills my chest. My body doesn't listen but I don't feel like losing...... I don't feel like dying.

The magic I've always felt in the killing is gradually becoming less felt.

Instead, something other than magic was overflowing from the body. I didn't feel like I was going to die, no matter how wounded I was because I was wrapped in it, no matter how confused I was just running away.

On the contrary...

"I think I can kill you in a little while."