Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

[Silent Slaughter Dance (Silent Killing)] cannot be used on Mere now that she has taken some damage. It's reckless on her when she's forced to breathe rough. It is impossible to match physical information exactly with rare.

Rare builds magic as usual, through magic to AWR.

The sweat accumulating on my back was never because I moved around. Rae had intuitively guessed about it. Scary —— I guess the first time I thought that was because I'm not like any of the demons I've seen.

It is not a new discovery, etc. She doesn't know such a monster. I have no idea what to do, it's terrifying in itself.

So now the voice of my heart trembles.

(Is it a demon?

Unlike Rare, Meir's speed had dropped by a step. Even though I'm saying it's okay, the price is definitely blunting her legs. Unlike adults, two thin legs worthy of calling themselves girls are too weak to keep fighting on the battlefield.

Rae, who shook his head and forcefully dispelled his anxiety, makes eye contact with Meir.

Apparently Meir's AWR is ready, too.

Rae hurries back to near Mae as she kills a few for Mae and buys her time.

The two kick the walls so that they intersect, rapidly shrinking the distance from each other.

The two slipped in the air to poke out the AWR and cross it.

At that time, the blades cross each other on top of each other.

A blade formed by magic in an instant from the tip slid through the demons and stretched nearly ten meters. A slightly distorted shape when it comes to curvature. It was in a different way reminiscent of the insect's jaws.

The blade formed by magic is different from a simple magic knife.

It was a clean form of magic.

And he gripped the pattern firmly, and the two layered themselves on a slender AWR. A little light is lit on the formed blade. That became the fulcrum of the jaws, and the two crossed, closing the jaws as if they were mistaken.

"" [Physical Separation "Pais-Ciser"] "

When the two AWRs close in momentum, the monster of the big man, who rises to the thirty in front of him, is simultaneously cut apart.

Rae had a cheap relief without even thinking deeply that he could escape if he saw the open end of his sight. If you can't win, run. This is a manual that can be called the Iron Rule. Ignoring military ties, the choice to escape is a very natural one for Rae and Meir.

Without intent or pride, the two have cultivated the art of connecting lives in the field.

Bottombots and falling pieces of meat had not given the two of them a responsive response. None of the senses of the Demon Nucleus.

I just got to recognise that I don't have a hitter.

(You're right to kill the front, not the back)

Rae and Meir were able to disable a demon with a halper in one go, with the potential to reach both of them.

The demon in front was nearly thirty, but the demon behind it is an unknown demon to the two. I wasn't half thinking about deciding it was forward than rearward to secure the escape route, but it should have turned out well.

Rae's sight, reflecting on Chirali and what was behind him, still had an unfamiliar demon.

It is a big-man splinter. However, the look on the mask you are wearing is different than earlier.

There was a masked big man I wasn't even used to seeing up front.

The pitiful, ridiculous look on this one is hard to read differently than it was earlier. The demon had a spear that seemed untouchable in this passage. Though it's two things now.

The big man, who fed Meir a blow, was about a turn bigger in stature and dragged the hammer.

They are all individuals created by division.

But Rae's vigilance is directed further than that at one of the people behind it.

There was no longer an expression on the top-hearted mask. Above all, there are not even clear holes like air holes, there are just eye, nose and mouth-like irregularities like surfaces.

The demon, unlike the big man, is in squeezed shape. And there's a tiny knife twisting in my hand.

I guess it's because Meir realizes it, too, that she combined her magic toward the front.

The two did not get lost and put all their strength into a step forward. Nearly thirty demons who have been cut apart of flesh —— their flesh pieces falling with bottoms. Execute from a situational judgment at such a moment. There were no errors by the time the two intentions coincided and moved out at the same time.

——

but the two of us couldn't take the second step. Secure your escape route and use your pride of speed to escape.

The two did not kick the ground with their bent feet, but stomped on the contrary and stayed on the spot. In front of them, there was already a demon spinning around wearing a mask like a noodle.

He chopped and chopped up thirty of the big man's demons and cut off his flesh. Whoever stands here, whether it be a monster or not, did not have the hassle to exist. Only one demon inhibits the passage, which is completely more promising.

"I couldn't see."

"Lying, right?"

Neither kinematic vision, nor acute sensations accustomed to a high-speed world, allowed the two of them to even notice until they saw it.

The demon cleverly rotated the knife enough to fit in his hand to hold it back against his hand. In the meantime, the demons you just chopped up rise one after the other. It can be repaired or played back quickly.

And......

"It's new again."

"I don't think it tastes good, this is"

It turns out that this determines the weapon by the type of mask.

The sword handled with both hands, such as the Great Sword, is "joy".

Something that deals with big guys like hammers and hammers is "anger."

Easy-to-retrieve daggers like Halper are "pathetic."

A single blade that can be handled with one hand, such as a sword, is easy.

This is the first basic shape this neighborhood has come out of.

But now there were some masks out there that were different from that.

What's new is a mask with fangs peeled off like a ghost. The tip from the elbow is covered with a blunt weapon-like gauntlet.

And a faceless mask like Noh.

The unusual appearance had a strange atmosphere that went into the hall. There is no magical fear, as if to remind us of the difference in power as a Ningro pure martial arts.

We know there is no escape way behind us, even if we retreat.

"There's no sign of it."

"I wonder if you're going to imitate this one"

The disguise of information is a hallmark of the [Silent Killing Dance]. I felt imitated it simply because I couldn't perceive it.

So Meir isn't going to argue with Rare's denial that "Yeah, it's not" either.

"I can barely feel the magic… it's so little that I can't feel it"

There is a Magic Power value as a criterion for attempting the threat of demons. But the fact that you can't feel it may not have been necessary for the flesh with the spring. Generally, demons have a hard outer skin and outer shell. But there was nothing that seemed to respond to cutting, and that was as if tearing the flesh of the beast.

If you want a flexible body, you can only get in the way of a hard outer skin or something.

It's good to slay demons, but this is a treat. Even if you just look at it, the number of demons goes beyond a hundred and wakes up one muscular body after another.

The passage was filled with chemicals all the way to the back.

And without any foretaste, I waved that fierce blade at Rae and Meir.

The first thing that flew up was a big man with a ghost mask. More than other individuals, the muscles of the limbs are thicker, giving rise to different muscles than humans.

One foot of leg strength is certainly fast.

Gun and momentary speed, the giants filling their sights waved their fists down where Rae was. He seemed to have hit the ground, and the fruit, the arm, in a semi-circular drawing orbit, blew the ground.

After the decision, it leaves a trail of fist itself deep on the ground.

The two men, who jumped back on their feet, fled as if they were rebelling against each other. Rae was in the meantime searching for a slight plan to escape. There's still enough room for that.

But Meir said......

She also seems to have no particular obstacle at first glance, but some concerns just interrupt Rare's thinking.

Their flavor lies in the time-lag-free method of travel from next to next. It's something that can scatter directions and run at all angles by kicking in the sky. You don't need help, you can change direction freely without slowing down anything.

But now Mere saw a slight delay that shouldn't have occurred.

Avoiding one attack after another is inevitable.

Rae felt a great shade descend from his head in front of the planned wall - in front of the landing point. A hammer that destroys every corner of your body with a single blow approaches Rare's head at the perfect time.

——

Even though he opens his eyes to the limit, he is finally able to capture the hammer at the edge of his sight. Rather than that, Rae twists her body and tries her best to change direction.

Anywhere, a plea to explore such a scaffold ran through my brain.

Slightly off track and cut the rudder diagonally forward. Rae wasn't sure she could avoid it until the end. So when I felt a new scaffold on the sole of my shoe to further slow down at the change of direction, I finally felt the cold sweat pull off.

(It was totally read!?

The hammer strikes the ground in place of rare, beneath which the carcass of the big man is crushed. The big man's demon is individually ending up in battle, which was a naive but tactical battle such as replacement and replacement if the first four bodies.

but now it's just a bunch of demons filling so many wide aisles. It's too dense to even allow enough space to retrieve the weapon.

Beneath the hammer, a big man with a crushed lower body sticks his finger to the ground as he pulls back.

Rare hasn't just appeased either. The situation has not improved at all.

The attack of a big man coming at the same time is not magical, but too lethal to kill a human being.

So even though I knew it was useless, both Rae and Meir had no choice but to wave the X-ray AWR down on the demon. More, I guess that's a stupidity that becomes a reality and strangles itself, but only by doing so did I have the means to connect my broken life.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, another minute, split and resurrected as if nothing had happened.

But that little time, that little time, adds up to the time that connects lives.

I know it's jilli poor. But I had no choice but to temporarily reduce the countless impending attacks.

I didn't think of my people as companions, it was as if the big men's attacks were directed solely at Rae and Meir, with no regard for the splinter. Finally, I feel nothing to slay the demons of the other big men, and I don't even hang them on my teeth just because they are trivial.

Now the two of them were even fleeing the imminent countless blades. It seems that the sword being protruded doesn't even know which individual Halper was released from.

If I told you, it was like a looming sword mountain.

Above all, Rae keeps dodging at full speed from earlier, even though he can't see the escape.

The rush that comes in with every passing hour. I wonder if there is more impossibility for Mere than for Rae, I wet my forehead with surprise, and there is a loud breathing noise at the moment.

The two continued their evasive behavior like passing through a hole in a needle. In this one compartment filled with big men, you must always pass by the blade.

(Where, where! Ha ha...... Kuh, again!!

We kept moving at high speeds and five minutes had already passed. In the meantime Rae has been exploring her escape route. For a moment, if that gap even occurred for a second, it was a formula that would signal to Meir and escape at once. If we take down a few of them somewhere, we can cut through the exit.

I had such pale expectations, but now Rae is driven by a rush that resembles frustration on the contrary.

Since earlier, I've sharpened my senses and killed a few. It wasn't killing to the Darkless Arrow Cod either, it was securing the exit that was needed, and for that reason it was choosing the individual to kill.

But five times already. The attempt is ending in failure. I just killed two men to cut through the tip, and there's bound to be a cross spear. It is also distanced to avoid. Because of this, the cut tip closes.

In two steps, it is put back to the beginning. That feeling changed from certainty that Meir was back next door as well.

Like Rae, she probably found a de-exit somewhere and was exploring it herself again. Meir, breathing on her shoulders, was pushing her leg cramp to death.

(It's one more time!! Sometimes I get it)

I kept running away for a few minutes. What I found out, there's something to be gained. But that fact doesn't make sense already. The fact that demons don't split for killing demons, etc. It didn't matter at a time when it had grown so far... it was over at a time when it was out of hand.

The number of blades approaching Rare and Mere's eyes exceeds twenty at a time, and one blade after another is attacked, not even given while breathing.

The majority of attacks involve other individuals so much that they don't even need to apply their hands directly. Because of this, there was an unusual odor spreading here.

Rare too, it was close to the boulder limit to keep this velocity going. But I can't even stop for a second now. In that case, he is immediately skewered all over his body and minced by a violent blade.

No longer, according to survival instincts, Rae continues to do everything in his power to escape.

This crowd of demons close to the doll, as if they wanted to stop by and kill the sinner, distorted Rae's expression. The feelings of those who are driven out run out to a single word of horror. Scary, I have to run, I have to run, such a sense of impatience gradually fills my mind.

(Ha!? There --)

A light that looked slight. In the gaps of the herd, a momentary path of birth.

The demons are starting to skew, albeit slightly. Thanks to this, the end of the gaze that passes leads to a slight hope. That's the only way to escape death. Reach out so as to clasp, and fly the neck of the demon in front of my samurai.

In order not to erase that path, the disorder kills, kills, and if we do not continue to secure it, we lose sight of it.

"Huh...?

The exact arrow tip that killed the demon and pushed it on the road to escape. A blade of zaku knife dives into Rare's shoulder. The body was short to the palm of the hand. But everything in his body is now buried on Rare's shoulder.

Sharp, not. On the contrary, a surface as rough as a candle except for a sharp tip.

From a big hand, the blade was like a toy. But it does tear Rare's flesh, divide it in and reach the bone.

In an instant Rae understands everything.

"You!!," he said angrily. The hand was stretched out of a slight gap so as to hide in the demonic body. And a mask like Nobu peeks chilly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chosen with a crude knife blade in the meat so as to open the grime and wound. Rare's brain was filled with intense pain, such as that on his nerves.