Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Wisteria intended to understand the strength of a human being named Sola.

Even though he was possessed by evil spirits, the memory of crossing the blades directly remains clear.

The mighty evil spirit that Wisteria managed to keep coming up with, but failed to fulfill - the Demon God (Puzzle). I have sincere respect for Sora's martial authority for subjugating it without suffering.

But now Wisteria felt the need to change her own perception. I was going to understand the power of Sola, but that was really just "going," he said.

- The desert was trembling.

At the end of his gaze, Sora, uncovered from his heart, is boosting his magic. I have been elevating Wingbeast (Wyburn) ever since he got off his back.

The magic that soars from the body of a young man stares without a voice as it soars through the walls of the castle. Even the masses of demons pushing over were far from Wisteria today.

There are spirits in less natural deserts than in the forests of the homeland (Andorra). Elf's eyes showed the escaping spirits.

Exposed to the power of roots beyond hedges such as world magic (mana) and personal magic (od), the Spirit of the Wind (silf), the Spirit of the Earth (gnome), and the Spirit of Fire (salamander) are screaming.

My body shuddered unexpectedly at the cries of the tall spirits to the point of pressing my ears. Or maybe that was Wisteria's own scream.

A running stream of power that is not even comparable to when you fight yourself (Puzzle). That power that I admired was the product of a curtailment, and I can make you understand it without a reaction (no).

How can you retain your appearance as a person while having so much power? I even recall that question.

Without realizing the upset of that wisteria - or even if he did, he didn't care, Sola unleashed her own power.

"Mirage Burial (Gone) One-Blade Riverflame (Kane)"

It was the great river of scorching that flooded out of my heart accordingly. A turbulent stream of flames that runs straight over the desert, releasing calories that are just amazing.

The night chi that was covering the area boiled in an instant, and the cold enough to freeze turned into an occasional burning (or) hot air. Even the desert sand melts (and) a burgeoning fire stream clashes with the leading group of killing demons.

Armored sleeves touch (together).

The demons were instantly burned to the ground. Not only the sand that wears thick outer skins, but also the catalan ants (ants) that cover their bodies with harder armour than iron, but also the golden sawdust that attracts humans with its golden and seemingly outer shell, or other demons. In an instant, it burned out so spotlessly that it didn't even leave a bone.

It is a baptism of flames so thorough that it can be described as evaporation.

Hot air blows under the wisteria. At the same time that the burning wind scorched my skin with chillies, an unexpressed odor stabbed my nostrils. Wisteria knows. That it's the smell of the creature burning.

Life dissolved in the universe cannot be ten or twenty. Hundred, two hundred? Or a thousand, two thousand? The smell of life is intense enough to revive nausea, and the wisteria sucks. The smell was so intense that he was Andorra's lead swordsman who exposed himself to indifference on the battlefield.

- But taking so many blows won't stop the demon momentum.

The powerful moves unleashed by Sola became a river of flames by their name, and burned down a great multitude of demons to lick. But it doesn't end up wiping out all of the enemies that push at us with the momentum to fill the horizon.

The demons, who have escaped the range of effects of Jinggi, come straight ahead with no frightening colors.

Wisteria, who sees it, tries to start calling on the Spirit to cover Sola.

and Sora raised her heart high so as to control its wisteria movements.

Are you going to release the same moves again - Wisteria thought so when she saw Sola's setup, but soon realizes that her guess is wrong.

The wind was swirling.

A windy tadpole hurricane (Tsumujikashi) that tore four wings of the puzzle in the battle in Berca. Big winds like the ones that reinforced that many, many dozens of times, according to the saying, are occurring based on Sola.

The wind produced grew larger as I also tried to take in the rising airflow generated by the heat of river flames. It's like a tornado when you stand up to poke at heaven.

Wisteria raises her left hand to cover her eyes from the dust that blows. Together, once again, the fact that a storm that is likely to be blown up to Wisteria is just the aftermath of a vigorous move (keita) becomes abrupt.

Raising his gaze following the direction of the wind, he could see that the wind produced by Sola was disturbing the air above him. Spirit users' eyes show the escaping wind fairy (silf). If you're going to hit the enemy with a tornado like this, you shouldn't have to do that.

"... what the hell?"

I can unconsciously whine like that.

And there was a response to that voice that I thought would be wiped out by the wind.

"I started riding Claw Solas and I knew it was cold even in the summer up in the sky"

Sora's voice picked up a whisper of wisteria in her ears. It is in a roaring wind, and its voice passes wonderfully well.

"The more you go up there, the more it will be. Not only was it cold, but I could barely breathe. It was like invisible water was stretched out."

At the end of the sky, birds can't even fly a grated blue (Indigo) wing beast (Wyburn) in a dead-ice world.

When she found out about it, Sola said she thought.

- I was wondering what would happen if I slapped this on the ground.

The moment I heard it, a strange noise rang in Wisteria's throat.

I flinch my mouth, but I don't know what to say, and make my mouth open and close without meaning. Even while Wisteria was so mundane, Sola's vigorous moves (Keigi) were rapidly approaching completion.

With a windswept wind, the silence of the sky is stirred, and from a height beyond the reach of man, the frozen air that refuses life is slammed across the surface.

"Mirage Burial - Ice Hammer"

The next moment, the world exploded in Wisteria's sight.

A chunk of cold air slammed from far above strikes the demons who were herding themselves on the ground as giant hammers (chips).

The range is vast and the power is immense. An attack that neither dodged nor resisted was tantamount to dropping the sky itself.

The countless demons that were crushing through the Catalan desert crumble, shake, and scatter in an instant without keeping their original form.

Shortly afterwards, an awesome shock struck Wisteria from the bottom so that her body floated up. It was the effect of the powerful moves unleashed by Sola that struck not only demons but also the Catalan Desert.

That's not all there is to the aftermath of hard moves.

The shock waves created by the fierce fighting between the sky and the ground scattered in all directions with tremendous wind pressure, winding up massive amounts of sand high in the sky. The scattered sand spreads further in the wind, causing a local sandstorm.

What's different from a normal sandstorm is that this storm had enough cold air to freeze a living human in an instant. Frozen Storm of Death (Toran) shaped by sand and ice.

Even if there were demons who survived the first blow, there would be no life at the time of this storm. A large group of demons, thought to be countless by accident, must have been wiped out in a literal sense.

"............... oh my god"

A grunting whine spills out of Wisteria's mouth. Nature and gaze turn to Sola so that she can be drawn to something.

At the end of that gaze, the dark-haired young man was laughing trying to hang the edge of his lips...