Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Split? Either way. No. The only thing I could kill was two to four."

"Well, so is that."

Rae was quick to get her mind back on it. Thoughtful, though. That's a story only if compared to Meir.

Rare was something similar in the first place in the sense of mood.

Because of that. The magic of the two often depends heavily on their emotions. As Meir said, the two have an invincible grin on their mouths just saying they have more toys.

Such pure emotional revelations were told by leaking magic and at the same time reflected the color of impure magic because of the environment in which they grew up.

The two magic powers only contain the exact same information, so badly resembling each other that no distinction can be made. It's the same as shaking and even the amount of magic that leaks, once mixed together, you won't know. I also saw no rebellion between the magic powers.

It's not hostility, it's pure murder. If you look at the hunting side or the hunting side, either way, you can see how they are willing to hunt.

Though we split from two to four bodies, we only have two weapons.

The whole thing is a great sword.

The whole thing was hook-claw shaped —— carrying two halpers. This one has a hard shoulder and a piece of skin connecting the arms, so the halpers are gripped one at a time by both severed pieces.

But for the demon, the fear of weapons was quickly allayed. The identity of a weapon in a mossy hue for rusting.

The body regenerated without a weapon created a new weapon in his big hand, as it stretched out of the flesh. The newly created weapon from a part of your body is a thin-body, single-edged sword.

The other one was generating an extra halper for both of them, either because they split with one halper in each.

The only difference is the look on the mask you're wearing.

The demon with the great sword has a tender look, he smiles somewhere, such a happy face.

The demon with the single-edged sword was clearly laughing. With the supreme simplicity of making, the corner of his mouth lifted up like a three-day moon, and his eyes seemed to turn it upside down, a mocking face.

There are two demons with halpers. Both have tearful patterns in one eye.

It's like expressing joy and sorrow, but never unlike artistic ingenuity, it makes me think of some naive way of expressing it. Even Rae and Meir could read the masked emotional expression.

The demons of the four bodies did not align, but each stopped time in the middle of the operation because they put all their nerves into repair. It's like a mannequin in a show window.

And after a beat, only his neck was twisted as if it were interlocking, and the big men face Rae and Meir simultaneously.

It's an unusual sight that can't be said in a creepy word.

The physique, the physique is human, but everything else is something else, a monster's thing.

There was no way to call this human.

The monster of a big man rushing out in unison. The first of these is the speed at which the flesh was forced to say something like a benign warrior. I see no magical effect whatsoever, a force that relies on the flesh.

Still, I'm pretty sure it still far outweighs the regular people.

"Meir, you can't play."

"I know, already. Demon nucleus, demon nucleus."

Rae also lowers her shoulder load first to Mere, who replies fed up, transferring her consciousness to the target of the killing in front of her.

The two of us have no consciousness in the first place to be cautious about demons. But that was a little different than it really was.

As usual, so to speak, it's just normal driving.

Two demons swung loudly in front of them. A swollen chest muscle shakes and feels compressed because it has been violated. Build momentum on both of you with all the covering, and the great sword of the demon and the single-edged sword are swung down.

It would be easy to turn a human into two just by force. As far as sword-making goes, I don't think it's slaughter.

A sword or a knife, what the demon has in his hand is a blunt weapon closer to slashing than slashing it. Let's just call it a blunt "loose" crap. If the handler handles it, it must still be a weapon.

For the two little ones it is a lethal dozen, equal to one blow to death.

By the time the two consciousnesses were clearly directed at the demon, the blade of the sword was imminent that far. A fiercely ground-beating sword blew the floor of a hard deposit.

It was a blow that shook down at his disposal, but he puts a hole in the ground with the momentum to crush the rock formations as well.

The two girls capture the appearance at the edge of their sight as they dodge -- happily.

"It's late, it's late. You can't even sleep like that."

"It's off. You should aim well. ——

Ahead of the dodged, there was already a demon circling around holding an easy halper to retrieve.

It seemed somewhat more agile than an individual with a great sword and a single-edged sword to see if the characteristics of the weapon also affected his physical abilities.

The demon who had set up the chase would have crossed his arms and even tried to prune his neck with Halper's curved blade.

Pull your left and right arms as if you were waiting. The left and right blades make a sharp rubbing sound as if scattering a spark at the center. Its motion, in which the neck is detached from the torso in an instant, will never have a beautiful amputation.

But the only blade of intersecting halpers captured was one or two black hairs.

It took the form of being taken behind my back, but I can tell by the two of you that such a naive attack is in your hands.

Changes in the surrounding magic can be perceived clearly for the Rare Meir sisters, who have a sensitive sensation.

Still,

"Ahh!?

and Mere scratched her hair rashly at the dodge, apparently with more surprise than expected.

And such rarities.

"What do you think of a woman's hair!," he uttered a loss and anger at Meir. Around the time these words come out, I can tell you that Rae is really embarking on a path of sophistication as a lady. It wasn't a rare thing to say anyway with one or two pieces of hair, but it took advantage of my life in the interior and changed dramatically.

I have become concerned about the care of my hair, skin, etc. I don't need to do anything at my age, so I like Rare one way or the other and I have a strong side to doing it. Though it did not turn into an imitation to get closer to the ideal.

I guess that's why I'm even more angry for starting to take care of it.

From Meir's point of view, it was a little bit of a lie.

"That weird weapon guy over there is a little fast."

"Yes, just a little bit, but the richness came off."

Those who did not realize that they were wrong about the "prospectus” and pointed it out were not on this occasion either.

Rae thought the increase in clutter fish would be a good practice bench for both of us. So it was unexpected that even one of her hair was slashed in her.

But, and Rae makes a peek at the chills and the real complexion. It's more to show Meir.

Essentially, it is even possible to share the magical composition because the magical information body is sisterly and consistent. Therefore, there is a "two of us" in the flavor where they use magic.

As if mirroring, the two hold the AWR and rock its blade tip toward the ground. Even my gait changed from what I've been hitting before and turned into something worthy of calling "quiet". No slight noise came from either of us, as if the sound itself had disappeared.

What you do, take it from both of us. That's highly uncomfortable to call magic. Because they thought this was technology.

A thin breath matches between the two. Link, but when all movements match, from gait to arm swing.

The two breathe in and stop with a loud breath of abalone.

(([Silent Killing Dance (Silent Killing)]))

In an instant, the signs of the two disappear. In addition to blocking information about start-ups, even sound is blocked.

Creating a force field on the soles of his feet had also lost magical preliminary motion about its movements, the sound of kicking the ground and space.

Information as a human being, as a magician. Not perceived by demons who sense magic by disguising everything.

Even if they could be seen, the speed of the two is even faster than when they paired up with Ars at the meeting. Vision —— even if I could, I couldn't catch up.

No one can catch two people traveling fast through space. You wouldn't be able to capture it first unless you were someone with a speed equal to or greater.

The sight of the two was not all going at high speeds, but on the contrary of Ningro's, the opponent seemed to move slowly. This magic hides each other's information by letting Mere disguise herself as Rare.

If you see anything that sees this, I guess it means it's elaborate magic. But it was actually something that the two wore naturally by putting themselves in a dead place. I think it's technology.

In a silent world, the two run around as if to mock.

(Doesn't hit. Doesn't hit)

(It's falling apart)

Even if they don't speak up, the two consciousnesses have somewhere to pass on to the twins.

The demons have also managed to wield their weapons, but they can never guess. Without rubbing, the two of them had already moved on to the next action at their leisure when they swung it out. I don't even pay attention to attacks that are likely to cause demonic defects.

It looked as if they were stopping.

Halper, wielded without darkness, in that moment when his arm was stretched out, the demonic thick arm is slashed off his shoulder.

At that moment when the demon took a blow, his arms were to be thrown beautifully into the universe by Rare and Meir.

Arms thrown into space are instantly cut into five parts.

The demon with the other halper was skipped in the neck by Rare. The remaining torso is left undisturbed by the mea to reveal a double-cut and vivid incision. The big man who lost his head fell and lay on the ground with Gushari.

Chop it up as many times as you can.

The flying head still dances through the universe.

The moment before I fell, I gave the two of them enough time to pass.

There were no demons left when they fell to the ground. Beautifully finely chopped, all I had left was a dark green chunk of meat.

It's just that you're a warrior's bully, and you don't let go of a single weapon held in your hand.

Break the mask, cut off your fingers, and chop your feet to a non-renewable state.

Rae and Meir stepped back to the ground with all their strength on their feet as their heads fell to the ground with Goro.

There were no longer any other beings standing besides the two of us.

"Pfft."

"Phew."

Returning from a world of speeding, the two exhaled their hoarded breath.

[Silent Killing] is a cover-up of information to avoid capture, but instead the time limit is only while holding your breath. A dozen seconds was the limit given the load by moving around.

"Are your eyes surprisingly good?

Meir's such doubts stem from more evasive action than expected. I can't waste my time holding my breath for both of us because of the strain on my lungs, etc. Therefore, even if one evasive action is taken, it is a factor in reducing the time limit.

"Maybe. The speed is slow... but I was aiming."

A demon who tried to combat the two speeds combined with magic with only his arms, but even that has its limits. It never seemed to reach both of us at speed. I was also confident I would avoid it after it swung down.

It shouldn't be perceived magically, but by chance, I'm pretty sure there were several attacks on which the two of them were alert.

Above all, the demonic attack that Rae feels “targeted” was due to the fact that the child was clearly different from that of swinging a stick of wood. If you say so, the fat muscle of what you know about martial arts. It is not of us, like Rare or Mere, but of those who have built up their workouts.

It was similar to the fat muscle of a "teacher” who teaches martial arts and other things to the two of them.

The slight discomfort was immediately driven out of her brain because it did not constitute a direct threat.

Now more than that......

"Meir, where's the demon nucleus?

"Ahh!? Demon nucleus is hard, isn't it?

"I also feel more stiff. But that's not the problem. That said, we're not responding, either."

The flesh pieces of the swollen and finely chopped demon move out on the ground. The fallen head also grows like a thin blood vessel from the cutting surface, which wakes the head up. Then he turned into a small but leg-shaped shape, lifting his head.

"Hey, what is it?"

"It's a pain in the ass. Aren't you going home now?

"Well, that sounds better."

"--Mea!!

Meir looked back behind Rae's tense screams.

Some of the scattered flesh pieces had already been repaired and were imminent. Meir kicked the ground in that direction aggressively following something he captured at the edge of his sight.

I found out that was the big man's fist when he kicked the ground and still realized he couldn't make it.

Meir gets blown up big and goes to be slapped on the wall herself.

I hit my back on a gothic wall and air leaks out of my lungs.

"Kaha," he exhaled, but Meir's feet hold onto the ground.

I guess it's a good thing I didn't defy the force of my arm.

Still, it is inevitable that blood drips from the mouth end of Meir.

Rae also raises her voice as she takes her distance.

"Meir, Meir!

"I hope it's okay. Just a little cut in the mouth."

There are five big man demons regenerating from splashed flesh pieces on the road they came from.

And there were already more than thirty big man demons on the path I had just finely cut.

"Rae, I'll do that one!

"Oh, I see."