Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

While Ars collided to the ground, the demon forced his fingers to touch the little sun. Thin, long, distorted fingers illuminate bright red, and without any hesitation to do so, plug one into [Purgatory "Astral Sun"].

Shortly afterwards, [Purgatory "Astral Sun"] began to let out a blackish breeze, as if it were eroding from within. The same, no more, phenomenon that Ars made a disc-shaped magic. Now the demon has taken over the magic of Ars. It's also perfect - an artistic magical alteration.

Even if you were going through Als malaise or an AWR at a remote location called a scattered chain ring...... it doesn't turn into an unusual sight.

The creepy finger movements that wobbled strangely were as if they were knitting something.

The immense sun was reconstructed into dark magic, like a corrupt star. Cold black wind swirls never emit heat. It made me think of the condensation of natural phenomena that I can no longer even tell if it is magic. There was no intention or will there, and it seemed to enclose only disasters beyond intelligence.

Highest level magic is a great way to detect its inner magic power and composition density. I can compare even if I can't measure it. Such things are what a magician would have. But the phenomenon in front of me, even Loki couldn't measure it.

Meanwhile, just before being slammed to the ground, Ars floats with his limbs strutting and rotates in the air to immediately play his body. Then the pressure from overhead had disappeared as if it had turned into a breeze.

More disastrous magic surrounded Ars than earlier, and it contained a bottomless darkness. Darkness surrounds only his surroundings.

Loki was known to exist to make that darkness.

"[Raging Predator (Gras Eater)] …" The word I know falls from my mouth. Magic eating magic. That alien eats up the magic that is the source of magic.

But... when it comes to alien powers, it's hard to say it's submissive, and even Ning Ro Ars has extra power. You couldn't eat it up completely, nor can Ars, the Lord, be unharmed.

The swing of magic, as if to have self, had to be described as unstable.

(I figured Al's... body, yeah... maybe he's got a big mental problem)

Loki, who denied being physically unwell, thought that the biggest factor was in her mind. Therefore, the influence of magic was enormous. Then it is not surprising that [bulimic predators (gra eaters)] were dysfunctional, and that would be a compelling enough reason.

It is not because of this power that Loki saw to Ars an irrational strength that he could not even gain. There are fears that can't be bottomed out more fundamentally than that.

A moment when he retreated from the magic from overhead and his feet stepped on the ground again - signs of magic swinging in front of Ars's eyes spawned only a small vortex in space.

The equilibrium of the offense had already collapsed and the Ars, who were supposed to have attacked at some point, were turning backwards.

Before his eyes, a sphere of black wind emerges from the vortex without sound. I flew the magic I built once to a different coordinates. The more you may say before magic is manifested, the more there are signs.

It is a lifeline for those confronted. There are speed differences depending on the degree of practice, but the technique used by demons equals zero such signs of expression. This means that if you don't express it, you can't react.

So when a black-style sphere touches Ars to be pushed in, it's not hard to imagine it becoming an uncovered fatal wound. I received it, but at first glance it becomes a decisive battle against demons with no great opening.

The black-style sphere, its interior was invisible and seemed separate from the vortex. Apart from the spheres that spit out countless wind slaughters Loki received for the first time......

The anomaly happened to Ars's body shortly after he put it down for a beat.

The clothes on his upper body bounce. As he flies, blood erupts to escape from his body. With the blood shower intact, an unusual amount of blood drains out of countless running wounds.

The body, standing powerless, swayed by the splash of blood, about to fall.

The amount of blood drained in an instant would no longer have reached lethal levels.

In front of Loki, with her eyes wide open, the unbroken sight flows like video.

To Ars, who leans down like he's dead standing, there's nothing you can call angry.

The black wind disappears after the service, as if to hang a chase on a sudden self-defeating loki. As if it were a pain to come later, a temporary respite and all the silence and restraint filled the space.

After a burst of wind that arose during his disappearance, Ars' body was imprisoned by the wind as if shooting an arrow and struck against the wall over Loki's head in a straight line.

An unpleasant sound echoed in his ear called Don, and the scattered blood splashed over the misrill.

What, such a voice of rejection shook Loki's throat. That was really a short time ago. As they always say it's a “moment” to lose your life in the outside world......

Is that why Loki's expression was creating a slightly questionable grin as confusing. It was such a sight of a void that I wanted to laugh it off.

A small sound of fear echoes indoors.

Loki, who rattled his teeth with a cataclysm, had only his face pointed at Ars as he stuck up.

Open eyes of pupils.

A hand holding its head like a cage in a shell.

Like hanging a chase, demons imitating Felinella raise odd voices similar to ultrasound from avoided large mouths. It sounded like a roar or a laugh somewhere and shook the air.

Loki just refused to see the sight, even losing his normal function of weeping.

――――

But only slightly before Loki's heart broke completely, her eyes were able to capture the movement firmly. Injuries that aren't strange if you're dead.

Still, Ars' fingers were erected to grab the wall.

The body's blood had stopped.

Mississippidly crumbling the wall, Ars did stand on the ground with his own feet.

Evidently, the anomaly started visibly when I received the [crash of the dish (downburst)].

None of this, the magic received had disappeared. He disappeared without being able to take full effect.

The same is true of the earlier magic, and even if we don't know what phenomenon it will cause, it is only by the fact that Ars can stand that we should have looked.

――

Als, who walks out foolishly to the demons in unbridled footsteps, fortunately had Loki herself on the way.

In the form of a slight look up at Ars directly from the front, Loki painstakingly hands down consciousness.

The cloudy Loki consciousness was just dominated by fear. If the possibility of Ars being gone passes behind your brain for even a moment, your mind will already lean.

Second, a cause unusually enough in Loki's eyes jumped in.

Mixed in the slow footsteps of Ars, the potatoes and something were falling zero. That wasn't blood.

It's like black liquid, and right after it falls to the ground, some kind of ghostly thin line crawls through the ground.

(Snake...?

I thought of something terribly similar, but such a long imagination was scratched away by further scares rushing around.

The source of the fall was Ars' eye - one eye. A gaze dropped to explore the thin lap and foot.

Its eyes, slightly open, are sinking into ever-darkening black.

No, there were signs of swimming in my eyes correctly. Like a blood vessel, the eyeballs had developed, reflecting further darkness behind them as if they had been broken.

There was an absolute difference between the left and right eyes, and it wasn't already people's.

But at the same time, Loki realized that he looked familiar in his eyes.

When Ars's Abomination went wild during [Demi Azur].

It is the countless eyes that appeared in the huge pool of magic that emerged there.

Rather than being grossly similar, Ars' one-eyed...... cold eyes reminded Loki not to let the other person feel the act of "seeing” such as gaze.

([Raging Predator (Gras Eater)]... Genius, no... that's the [Devil's Eye].)

There are those who hold alien powers called demonic eyes, and when it comes to the nearest ones, there are Ilyis and Lynne. From the side, there must have been a struggle, but it had turned out to be the power of the host.

Though subjective, Loki felt that there was basically no will-like ego in what was called the Demonic Eye. I won't put this in my mouth, but maybe it's the question Ars had, too. Perhaps the ambiguous method of saying the power of will is an effective but late idea.

It may be futile to give mysterious powers, reasonable reasons, etc.

But Loki had to understand more about that eye anomaly. I didn't think deeply because of Ilyis, who freely manipulated the devil's eye, or Lynne, who controlled it.

When I look directly into Ars' eyes like this, I feel something cold in my heart. I can't help but atrophy.

She grabbed the depressed loki like a roadside stone, bare Ars feet with all her might.

"What are you going to do with Al?

Reflectively, Loki raised her voice without.

He looked like Loki, just as his eyes had taken over Ars' body.

Only one eye seemed separate.

There are no words to return to your voice.

On the contrary, he drags two, three steps and Loki to power as if he hadn't noticed.

"Knock..."

Sounds all over his body, in pain. Still, Loki grabs Ars' leg. Loki reaches out her fingers to push her body out immediately, as her hand detaches for a moment on a walk that doesn't stop to shake.

Grab again vigorously to feed the fingers caught on the hem, the hem into the skin.

A strong will not to let go, even willingly, dragged Loki's body as it drifted.

With enough voice to hear him do it so close, Ars realizes he was whining about something.

"I kill, I kill... I have to kill"

Repeat, repeat, repeat... that's the cursed word to myself.

Hearing that, Loki felt her chest tightened to the point of pain. Is that what you have to do? Must it be Ars?

Maybe it's impossible to convince Ars now that he doesn't have ears to listen to his own voice or something like that.

Still, Loki somehow kicks the ground at the tip of her leg. And I tried to hug him and cling to Ars' feet.

"Al, AL!? That's enough! Let's go home now, let's entrust it to someone. That's enough."

A line of hard to hear words emitted mixed with bitter sounds. But it's also true that everything was put in there.

Enough, Loki really thought so.

There is no blame.

If it makes you sick to the heart, it's still good, if there's room for recovery, it's still good.

But from here on out, there's no room for recovery anymore, and it's a battle to smash yourself.

That's not even a fight anymore. Because any result can only make you unhappy.

As soon as he did, Ars stopped walking and he looked down at his feet in a surprising manner as if he felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, Loki, what are you doing"

"- Ah."

He is shot in the eyes of Ars looking down over his shoulder and Loki's throat hardens. Dialogue like I've even forgotten that Loki is here until now.

With a voice without discouragement, unbelievable words were spun.

Emotionless eyes lose even the light that reflects Loki, and they only dwell on the scourge of nesting in darkness.

The black magic leaking out of his eyes had a small mouth on it and was swimming in space. A hungry monster stained with thirst that cannot be identified, such as enemy allies.

"Or... let's go home, Al... already"

I don't know if I'm hearing you. With no expression, Loki was dominated by even more fear. I'm not convinced that the words that come back are anything like yes.

"It's over now"

"Eh -"

Shortly after, a fierce explosion sounded behind Loki.

Horrible retrospective. There stood a demon imitating Felinella in an odd position - leaning. However, only the head is gone.

The giant head is blown up like a thousand cuts eaten straight from the side and embedded in the wall as if it had been hit with a shell.

Countless black magic from above - [bulimic predator (gra eater)] - was preying. The sight of bees eating like hyenas was misery itself.

A [bulimic predator (gra eater)] who is supposed to devour only magic eats a thousand heads.

The head, mimicking the ferrinella, had been devoured of solid pieces of flesh, but immediately showed a sigging like a cloth, returning to magic. Even that, the black predator did not have a single piece left to miss, and the area turned into a fierce "ooze" crowded with black snake-like magic.