The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Around that time, on the other hand, a short distance from Gin and Gilbert.

There, Shadow Dragon and Mechanical Dragon were combining for a fierce battle of beatings. Even though his body is large, Shadow Dragon has been born for some time. It was no exaggeration to say that the difference in experience, albeit a few months, filled the strengths and the battles between the two were antagonistic.

─ ─ And at its feet.

"'Dreamland's Subordinate (Drimvalet)'!

At the same time that Tamano raises his voice, a loud plumage is summoned by making a noise with Bohun from around him.

His unique skill, The Dream Nation's Subordinate, is his ability to create, summon and make his own imaginary fictional subordinate fight.

Those abilities vary according to skill levels and the precision of his imagination, and this time they are panda stuffed animals specializing in protection. It depends on how you feel then, by the way.

That's how the pandas consolidate their protection firmly in front of Tamano.

But of course Ilia, Dean, is a member of Nears. It can't be that easy to protect Tamano from the two onslaught.

-If he was alone.

"Shh!!

Moment after moment, Ouka dives into Dean's pocket by shrinkage and slashes him with a spirit knife.

He succeeded in shallowing the wound by pulling it aggressively, but the body completely stopped moving.

The ability of the Spiritual Knife Lykiri to thunder and paralyze the slashed subject.

In addition to that, there are simple speeds of shaking and increased sharpness, but the ultimate one is its ability, and wounds like Dean cannot be deactivated if they are shallow or intolerable.

When Ouka sees him unable to move, he waves a knife at his neck.

─ ─ Shockwaves that explode right in front of her from next door hit her and blow up a dozen meters before landing.

Gimparty has an avant-garde in Ouka and a rear guard in Tamano.

Gilbert party is with Dean the avant-garde and Ilia the rear guard.

As far as the former is concerned, Ouka, who is avant-garde, has too much strength to reach Ilia in strength, but the two unique skills of Tamano (...) are nonetheless extremely troublesome.

With regard to the latter, Dean, who is avant-garde, is overwhelmingly inferior in strength compared to Ouka. Until I met Sharp, I was avant-garde, so I could meet a few times, but still, it's the pinnacle of equipment I wouldn't even do with Gin, such as meeting with Ouka.

And they are supported by "The Singing Princess" Ilia Stroke using her unique skill "King of Sounds” to do everything from support to attack using her all-powerfulness of flair.

So if we were to quantify the war situation, six and four.

Of course, "six” is the Ouka and Tamano led by Gin, and "four” is the two of the student councils.

If you ask me what the culprit is, the ultimate one is the Shadow Dragon, which is currently in its advanced form and stops the Spiritual Dragon Sharp - - No, Gilbert is overwhelmed, but the Gin still has his hands here.

The presence of the Shadow Dragon is, in a way, like the hand of his wife he has hidden from the side, a monster that, even if he doesn't have such feelings for himself, won't be stylish from other faces.

─ ─ But just because it is doesn't mean something is going to happen, and gradually, surely, between the two parties, that difference was beginning to appear.

"'Mirror Bash'!

Moments later, several mirrors summoned before him were launched towards the target, and Ilia was forced to use her abilities to prevent them.

─ ─ Another unique skill of Tamano, its name is' Mirror Magic '.

It is the magic that presides over everything about the mirror, the most nasty magic from the other person.

Though it is not the ability to be somewhat mediocre like Gin's "Shadow Magic," its troublesome is overwhelming other unique skills and, except for its ease of use, it is one of the top unique skills of the age of dark hair.

Ilia shot off all those mirrors that had been flown from Tamano with sound shock waves, and at the same time tried to fight back - - noticing that the owl was approaching Dean by means of an echo positioning.

"Ma, mazu..."

By the time he turned around, the sword had already been swung off, and Dean, who had been attacked more than once, had struggled vainly to empty the MP gauge and moved to the modest room.

At the same time, the spiritual dragon sharp, which was the counterpart of the shadow dragon, was extinguished as light, and Ilia felt that this made the victory a far cry.

─ ─ But right now in front of me is Ouka, who remains in the position of stepping down the knife. Now only this woman can take me on the road.

Having thought of it that way for a moment, Ilia used the majority of the magic in her body to create a sound shock wave, which she put on the microphone and fired.

- But Ouka isn't the only Ilia opponent.

"'Direct Mirror'!!

Moments later, a large mirror emerged between Ilia and Ouka, at the same time a shock wave that was supposed to have emitted reflected in that mirror and bounced back towards Ilia herself.

And I was surprised that Ilaria had peeled her eyes off, but there was no magic left to do anything about it.

"Oh, sorry, Chairman......"

She shrugged like that at the end of the day and moved on to the modest room.

I read the emotions sent to me by Shadow Dragon, and I smiled niggly.

─ ─ Apparently, the other settlement has arrived.

Gilbert noticed that too, and when he glanced over with Chirali and wrinkled his eyebrows, he exhaled and turned his gaze towards me.

Peeping from the back of his eyelid were... ready burning eyes.

Until earlier, he was conservative and avoided my attack, but perhaps not now. The liver must have gone and rested on the reverse side, and the arm of Kannon has been set aside at the same time as before.

"Surprisingly, I'm a hot guy who values friendship with his people. Even though we're unlikely to win, we can't pull more than our people have been hit."

Just listen to the words and it will sound like a joke too.

But it is “anger” and “readiness” against us that seeps into the word, and tells us that what he is saying is true.

I looked straight at him, laughing bitterly, "That's the student chairman," and exhaled.

"I wonder if it's harder to attack with magic than this happened"

Perhaps the tactic he takes is to absorb all the magic I unleash, while looking at my gaps and unleashing an attack, and furthermore, he won't use my magic to attack. That means you can't use the trap anymore.

So we're going to have to cut into the melee, but...

'I know you do, but stop using the Ice Demon Sword. That's my “ability” for once. It is inhaled and used once it touches my hand. Even if it's an understated opponent, if you're dealing with that amount, you don't have a weapon. For a moment, you're dead. "

Yes, my main weapon now, the Icedemon Sword (Isis Sword), is ability.

If you really want to create a weapon like the 'creation' of primitive magic. Still, the Icedemon Sword is within the object of 'robbery and gift', which is why it lacks capacity if you deal with a spirit vessel where you made a weapon in 'creation'.

Then I can think of something else as a weapon, like Adams' Great Sickle...

"I guess I'm too big to be touched easily on the other hand."

I sigh and make a certain decision in a future battle that seems more troublesome than I thought.

"A family summons to silver extinguishing lightning fangs, and I wanted to leave this behind in a later sense of handfulness."

Did you hear that whining, I'm reacting Gilbert to Pickle and pulling his cheeks.

I speak with Nuaza's divine arm outstretched to the side.

"Once upon a time, once upon a time, a famous hero exorcised a serpent with multiple heads who seemed to have worked something evil somewhere. The serpent was incredibly resilient, and he chopped up his body with a knife waiting in his hand."

─ ─ Absolutely. If you don't chop it up, you won't die. Resilience is frightening.

Somewhere back in the day, I would have told a similar story.

Just like then, when I said that and laughed, I added:

"Chop up such a monster, even with its ridiculous knife,"

In a moment, a dark light arises in my right hand, which gradually takes the form of a sword.

"In fact, the knife was hidden in the tail of the serpent. He attacked a certain sword and put his teeth on it, but it would be wonderful to cut it off to the target and put his teeth on it."

That said, I shake the knife in my right hand forward.

In a blade sentence as beautiful as the wind, black pattern, golden violin.

"Summons" Treasure Blade/Tenba Slash ""

This is snake-related, so for some reason, ever-darkness has the ability, but there is little commonly called "ability" in this knife.

Almost, I said, this knife is the only one capable of changing its size in a way that is unusual, and has no other abilities.

─ ─ However, some combine instead.

I swung the sword forward and lowered it, pointing the tip towards Gilbert.

"This is commonly referred to as a" sword that can slash anything. ”My heavenly feathers and your spirit vessels. Which one's up there, you want to fight?

Gilbert, who received the word, immediately returned to sanity and smiled, although he was taken aback to look at this knife for a moment.

"This is a spiritual artifact - that is, made in imitation of the artifacts of the gods. You think that's gonna beat those swords?

- I see, you're not going to lose, are you?

I lay down my sword with a smile. [M]

Gilbert puts up a hundred arms accordingly as well.

That's how tense tensions began to creep between us, and I heard some breathtaking noises from somewhere.

Unnecessary colors gradually fall out of sight, and the sound gradually disappears.

It is my heart beating that reaches my ears. It's his appearance and a hundred arms in sight.

That's more than a dozen seconds.

Neither one of us kicked open our eyelids and ran to the other...

"Mayday Mayday!! Shit, it sucks, Mr. Executor! Here's some info I just came in, it looks like tons of demons are on their way to this venue! I don't care about the game or anything anymore so please rescue me!!

""......... Huh?

Moments, such a sight's voice echoes, and at the same time the field returns to its original venue.

My body stopped wondering and waving a knife at my back, and Gilbert stopped as if time had stopped.

In the meantime, it takes a broadcast of the evacuation just wondering what you found out about earlier concentrations and so on, and the audience follows the instructions of the attendants with their faces distorted by amazement and fear.

I fall apart, put my hands down, and look up at the cloudless blue sky by the time I dislike it.

If you noticed, there was an unpleasant noise from my mouth, a mix of anger and irritation from the gap between my teeth, and a grudging voice was leaking out.

"Blah, I'll kill you. Blah!

I must be looking terribly scrupulous right now.