Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It's as if that's where the wind rips.

The large twist was being transformed into a small twist close to a straight line due to Ars interference.

The spread five fingers are closed as if narrowing.

Regardless, it is not spatial interferometric magic, which is the aptitude of Ars. Interference with pure information is even worse for demonic opponents.

The power to resist is not only from one direction. Orientation is projected in all directions. It is impossible to completely take over the orientation against the fierceness of the rough wind. The actions taken by Ars are only to such an extent as to mix slight information on the orientation.

There can't be any magic in the first place that just ruptured it, such as directivity, and it returns directly to Ars who tried to interfere.

If exposed here to an unproductive wind turbulence, the damage will be not only to Ars, but also to Loki. And the damage will not be done by injury. Once involved, the meat is severed so that it is rubbed off.

As its resistance, Ars was attempting to implant the orientation directly into the information by his own five fingers and to keep it in line with the given orbit in order to minimize the damage.

interlocking with the most direct fingers for this purpose, only took the form of

At the same time, however, the price was speculative.

Gokie.

The sound is terribly small. Similar to the sounds that rattled the joints, the results of the sounds were more tragic than imagined. Ars' fingers were bent to twist.

There was no bone or other presence from the beginning, so easily broken fingers. All five fingers were pointing in separate directions. It seems strange that the fingers are attached.

The sound of breaking.

Maybe it should be called the sound of being shattered correctly. The continuous disturbing sound continued to chain from the base of the finger to the tip of the nail.

Where the crushing spreads to his wrist, Ars forcefully takes it up so that he can throw his left hand away.

Then the wind flowed slightly, but overall it flowed to the ceiling as if playing a string.

Shortly after, Ars, exposed to the storm, was heavily blown, yet kept his slightly open eyes from the demon.

From the wrist of the left hand, the archetype as a hand is no longer crushed to the point of danger. Dark blood was running down my nails like I squeezed a rag.

Still, there was no change in Ars' expression for pain in his face.

The degree to which the temples cramp slightly.

Ars' gaze emitted such a strong light that he could not even feel the slightest upset. The will to dwell in his eyes remains unchanged while blowing in a straight line.

The blast, greatly restricted in flow by Ars, heads to the ceiling, even though there is no such thing as airflow there. Originally, if you collide with the wall, the wind will follow the wall as it spreads.

But this blast created an airflow there without changing the flow. He cracked the wall, cracked the deposit from the inside and went up.

The damage to the upper floors was enormous and the impact seemed to have shifted all over the deposits.

Big vibrations ripple through the deposits.

From overhead, a large rock falls and creates obstacles in the pocket of this room.

It was mostly misrills falling, with bright cross sections becoming irregular lights.

Loki must have noticed by then too. to the fact that Ars' hands did not have his weapon, AWR.

AWR, so to speak, was there before it was blown away, piercing the ground.

Loki's body prepared him for nervousness and the like.

Maybe it was her assumption that something went through with the blown Ars.

But that moment happens without any foretaste.

Shortly before the blown alus crashes into the wall, his figure scratches out. It may be said that the location information has disappeared rather than traveling at high speeds.

The next place Ars showed up was in front of the demon.

It was about thirty centimeters close. And where Ars was, AWR instead......

There was no signal. But instead of thinking with his head, Loki was timing it as if it were a conditional reflex.

No, I can't say it's technically perfect. Although it is a good degree of error when it comes to breathing.

Even if others look at it, they can't get in among the errors.

Such a comma less than a second delay.

What I can say for sure is that it was at a much faster time than it would have moved since I saw it.

Thin lightning flashes from the demonic body in front of Ars.

An internal foreign object that even the demon loses sight of.

A surgical latency that tries to blend into information and get confused.

Playback of [Volkswagen "Fushiikazchi"]. inherent nature.

It was also known in ancient times as [immortal thunder "Fushiikazchi"] because of the intention of laying low, lurking, restoring, retroactively pursuing, and undead thunder. This is somewhat rooted... not a magical name, but a divine nomenclature in natural phenomena.

Ningro, maybe this one is even more right as a magical nature.

[Fushiikazuki "Fushiikazuki"], who can't even sense the demon, reappears.

The electric shock, which can be bounced from the inside, allows the black wind, which had covered the ferrinella, to bounce and fly.

The sparking thunder was relentlessly burning Ars' skin, which was at close range.

Not as demonic as the demon, but as consciousness is about to fly, Ars just turns his eyes to the center of the electric shock.

"Uh-huh."

A slight relief overflows Ars, who admitted to Felinera's appearance. At the same time, the unshakeable determination came into play.

All I could see was her unchanging, tasteless face, no fury in serenity. Seems a lot less comfortable sleeping for you.

I haven't seen her sleep face before, but I can still easily imagine it.

It's about a well-grown Felinella.

I guess he's putting his long eyelashes down and putting up little sleeps like whether or not he can hear you. So it's like you don't know when to wake up... it must be too perfect for an interesting sleeping face.

I'm sure I don't even know if he's asleep.

My arm feels dull, but Ars stuck his arm out without hesitation just saying it had nothing to do with that.

Touch the pile directly through your chest with your bare hands.

For a moment, one eye stained with the black of Ars.

At the same time, the disastrous magic that covers his entire body gathers in his arms. A pitch-black, similar to the black of the pile, dyed Ars' arms.

Once from the pile that touched my hand, a loud heartbeat rang. I didn't even have to recognise that it was a demonic nucleus. But the look on Ars's face is not superior, and with a rugged eye, he points his whole nerve at his right-hand--also, [Gras Eater].

One second.

For Ars —— a second in the dimension of magic is terribly long.

From the magic of eating magic [Gras Eater], that's the kind of intense pain that runs like you're sipping poison. The pain that arose in my eyes was as if that was what would determine my eyeballs. Gradually, the black beard was spreading to both eyes.

(Where is it)

I am convinced that the pile itself is the Demon Nucleus, but what Ars is exploring was the deepest information in the Demon Nucleus. This pile is equipped with a role as a demonic nucleus and a role in draining magic directly out of the body, which can be reconfirmed upon touching the hand. A demon nucleus is something that is probably in the body of a demon. Naturally, it's a human heart.

The shape of a pile is equal to a pipe to a demonic nucleus.

Ars was exploring while preying on the demonic nucleus itself, which creates magic.

It must have been less than blinking time.

(-!! …………………………………………………………?

Ars bit his umbilical cord.

And I pulled my arms wide open that was pointing at the pile. From his arms, demonic magic and thoughts and energy masses were absorbed as if they were extracting souls.

The black wind that was taking in Felinella is preyed upon by Ars' [Gras Eater] without a trace.

Ferrinella's unchanged appearance came out of it.

She falls, powerless as if freed from a dark prison.

Ars took it with one hand and broke his knee with him.

Ars turned his hand around Ferrinella's back to hug her from the front. In a voice no one could hear,

"Sorry, it's late," he said apologizing in his ear.

Shortly after a breath, keep going,

"And you worked hard," he said, holding back various thoughts.

Words that are not in my heart come out with the mouth of nature and Ars. Labor the opposite of the ideas that have been cultivated in the outside world.

But I felt like honestly working on her, who had been imprisoned by demons for a long time without feeling bad. Bite the impudence to yourself.

Ars exhales a thin breath as he gently lays Felinera down.

If you get out of your mind, you're going to fall straight back. That would prevent us from moving off the spot for the time being.

I couldn't let go of my mind yet.

You should go for the ground even soon.

"Unhelpful, you did, each other..."

It was Loki who managed to walk over in unreliable footsteps.

She never spoke optimistically. On the contrary, he even voiced a sense of sadness.

The price was too great to lower the shoulder load.

That's what Loki's gaze tells him.

Ars' left hand was swollen and twisted to distortion so much that he no longer wanted to think about it, such as it was his hand.

Ars perceives the worries he is about to say.

"No, it's a cheap price. Even this, I get lost."

Dropping his gaze on Ferrinella, who sleeps like he's dead, Ars returned his words of blame.

There couldn't have been a stray or anything. But in reality, I've been asking myself until Loki helped me.

He said he has seen countless such things as the death of those close to him... no, I guess one hand, such as the one really close enough.

So, at the heart of it, I can't move. My head and mind will separate.

If you realize that, you will be made to understand that your weakness will determine your chest.

"Really... right"

Loki's complexion can never be described as good. Beyond the limit of physical injuries, the magic consumption has turned blue and white due to lack of magic.

Still, she tried to close bright.

I didn't see the air, but Loki was able to relax again.

For the worst outcome she had assumed —— which is probably why now —— it still didn't happen. I can say that I have spared this sure disaster.

The fact that he ended up worried about me completely took away Loki's hard work.

Seeing Ferrinella's peaceful face, she learned relief that could even strain her heart.

Whatever Loki had in mind, Ars turns that intent lightly out of his predicament.

"By the way, the comma's been delayed for a second."

It wasn't a strong tone. On the contrary, Ars emitted to tear it up.

"I'm not that late!!

Loki's statement is just a fact. Let's just say it's a natural objection to Ars for pulling the word one day.

But the problem is “delayed”. That was on Loki's own consciousness.

It is inevitable that spinal reflexive hesitation arises because Ars was within the range of [Fuchiikazuchi "]. It was inevitable because it was Loki.

The fear of hurting Ars can no longer be described as a rejection embedded in Loki's deep consciousness. If they say so beforehand...... she trumped up early on an excuse that didn't have that benefit either.

Though exhausted, Loki creates a swelling surface and exhales a sigh like she gave up.

But it is inevitable that Loki's next words will become mysterious.

That's what I said in a spicy tone.

"So Al, Mr. Fellinella..."