Sword of the Philosopher

The quality of the underlying temper transforms all at once. If you ask me, it felt like the temper that had originally erupted from the ground was being repainted by the temper of the opponent in front of me - the amberate.

"Who...? Is this guy...?

Gark squeaks. In addition to its concentration of temper, the unusual atmosphere seems surprising even for the divine spirit.

"Well, let's get started"

Enchantedly, Anverate went off and stepped into me.

Keep your right hand kneaded. A pitch-black vortex arises from its tip. What happens if you hit it directly...... move on to dodging with doubt.

Form a magic barrier in the front as you retreat. Whether the target was using a dragon to determine its strength should be determined by this attack.

It was the black spear that came out of my arm. When it instantly hit my barrier straight, it played as if it were liquid with the bursting sound.

Barriers can't be broken. It just seems that Anverate expected it and didn't loosen his hand in the attack.

"So what about this?

Her right fist is rolled out. What is appearance? Shall we bring it into a flesh-bomb battle on the back?

And her black fist hits the barrier directly - the shock rushes through the barrier as it scatters a roar, making it temporarily loud. The aftermath arose around her, but the ground suddenly decided and even more magic disturbed her greatly.

But it won't lead to the destruction of the barrier.

"... oh"

And now raise your voice that looks unexpected. I couldn't fully grasp the expression because it was pitch black to my face, but my crimson eyes were decent, so I'm pretty sure I was surprised.

"Will you endure this? Was the prospect sweet?

"I thought you were using that dragon to check the strength of the barrier.

Anvelate narrows her eyes to the question.

"I see. You mean, it's all prospective"

"You may have seen me too sweetly."

Unlock barriers. The opponent tried to launch an immediate attack, but I was faster than that.

Magic convergence is for a moment. The flash you decide to make with stepping in succeeds in capturing and blowing your opponent firmly.

- But...

"I see, then the dragon won't deal with this"

With his assertion, Anverate was in shape and exasperated from his whole body.

"I was hiding my strength, more like I never meant it before?

While I answer, I'll set up my next attack. First unleash the 'gunnil' of light attribute advanced magic -!

God's spear shoots through the amberate at once. It's not the finest magic, but it's definitely doing damage.

Plus, with all the todome, I turn to Les Bailes. He wields a big sword in his right hand, and a bold blow takes aim at the Anvelate -

"You do sound unexpectedly strong."

The opponent, whose divine spear light appeared intermittent, spoke badly pale.

"But I'm not going to lose the presence you serve."

The sword trident, Anverate took it flat.

At the same time, a pitch black was born on its right hand, and it shot out as if it were a cannon.

Goa - A roar rushes through the ground. Black magic struck Resbail - the magic was cut off and the Spirit vanished in an instant.

"- A blow to Les Bailes isn't what he's been dealing with before."

Garc assures me - Les Bailes is the spirits I have created, and over time they will be resurrected... but that hurts a little.

"Come on, what do we do next?

Anvelate that opens its mouth to provoke. It looks like it hasn't been heavily damaged from its appearance.

... I guess you should also apply it to the enemy in front of you on the point that my attacks are hard to work with. And yet this place is their territory. It's not strange that it's even less powerful. I can't seem to prevent shocks, so I can try to push it through, and I can maintain stiffness about the barriers, so I don't have a problem with defense... what do I do?

Anvelate sets it up while you think about it. I put my legs forward trying to be fleshy, and on its right hand there is pitch black without changing phase.

This one responded by putting magic into the sword. Relating directly from the front is also risky, but we have to do it.

"Oh."

The opponent groans intriguingly - trying to punch his fist in without worrying.

Swords and fists crossed. instant, shock waves scattered all around. A wind of magic swept through the ground, scattering in all directions without sight.

As a result... both sides stopped moving.

"Exactly."

"Hi."

The magic that put him on the sword trident did strike an inverate. But there is no change in appearance.

Earlier this guy talked about himself as a splinter, but if it wasn't the main body, there would be no pain, etc., and he could move flat, what a possibility.

Either way, the only way to defeat it is to destroy the magic itself - that's what I decided. I increased my magic output even more. Angelate's eyes laugh as she sees the force pulled up further with the blade touching her fist.

"Are you really human?

"Oh, can't you believe there's this guy?

"Yeah...... but it's never been the first time I've seen anything like you"

So, I narrowed my eyes to remember something - I felt like living in those eyes was an emotion close to joy.

"I've lived a long time too... I remember a little back in the day"

"He said there have been people like me in the past. He's..."

An arrow tip I tried to inquire into, a sword is played in my fist. Continuously she converged the pitch black on both arms.

"You're not going to tell the old story, are you? That's all I'm dealing with, so I'm gonna give you a little temper."

- Mood, etc. is not the level thing. so much so that I wonder if that sign, which I let put together in both arms, would erase this underground,

'... this guy just said he was a separatist'

Gark's voice echoes inside his head.

"Being a separate person would just be weak compared to the main body. In spite of all this power... who is this guy?

… can be considered as much as possible, but it is just impossible to think of a demon shaped by a dark temper.

Originally, there was a prototypical being, and that was influenced by a strong temper... No, wait.

"In that atmosphere, are you going to fight for the last time?

"I don't know. But, you know, it's true that I think it takes a lot of time."

"Right. Then I want to ask you one thing before the showdown"

"Nothing's fine. But I don't want to talk too much about certainty."

Crimson eyes shoot me through. So,

"... your powers were simply influenced by anger, weren't they?

"What makes you think that?

"I hope you're not going to tell me who you are. I can guess at least how much magic there was... there's only one conclusion to be drawn when I think about it so far, but I'm not going to pursue it."

"Hehe."

Laughing Anverate. He understands what I'm trying to say.

"So. I thought of another possibility than thinking that you, who originally possessed incredible power, were under the influence of temper."

"What could it be?

"... you touched the power that exists further down this underground, didn't you?

Anverate was temporarily silent. We ran into each other on the dragon continent... and I thought that Nehmeisa was using the power of being.

If she mixed her mind with that, she wouldn't be born with an unbroken presence of power - soon after she guessed, she let her shoulders shrug.

"You're probably right. Knowing that power means you want to get it?

"No, I'm either trying to destroy it, I guess"

"Oh yeah...... but can you do it?

"I can. So, if you use that power, I'll destroy you here... and I'll crush the main body. Be prepared."

I'm looking forward to it.

For a moment, Anverate leads forward. I ran with my sword to respond.