"Not yet! It's not over yet!
Messiah, who had been crushed and disappointed by a decade-long crystalline school building explosion scheme.
But Gabba raised his face and continued to do this as he dripped blood from his lips.
"By analogy... even though the magic formations strewn all over this school building have been deactivated, this detonator itself is not gone. With this, it is possible to revive the Magic Formation as many times as possible!
The magic formations that were stranded in the room regain the light again.
"Respond to my power, of the divine power..."
I can't hear you.
Put your hands in front now.
Parin!
Then they made a broken glass sound and the painted magic formation collapsed.
"Oh! Wah, my magic formation! The art... Huh! So easy!?
"It's treacherous magic. If you did, you'd be talking to me in the front door, so I cut you out."
"He said it was treacherous magic!? That's stupid! You mean you understood my thirty years of art... perfectly!?
"I don't know about art, but your magic is too shallow. If I did, it would be like a kid playing in the shallow water."
"Wah, look at my art, it's called water games... damn!
In an instant he packs the distance from Messiah and grabs his neck with his right hand.
Lifting as it was, Messiah tormented his legs with a bump.
"Say it. What the hell was your purpose? Why did you try to blow up this school building?"
"Ku......! Did you think I'd speak honestly!
"Then I'll talk to you."
I grabbed Messiah's neck, and I started talking, trying not to get away.
"Daita, you thought we'd finish off the students at Rosanlilla School of Magic...
……
"Looks like a star to me."
That's why we were going to use our annual interactive accommodation to bring it to our field.
"But this plan has its flaws."
By the time I was here, correctly, the plan was broken.
I will continue to end that brutal plan.
"If we activate this detonator, instead of the Rosanlilla School of Magic, it means that all the students of the Empire... will blow up"
There is one answer derived from this.
Messiah was going to blow up and kill Rosanlilla's students, both of Disaria.
The Empire's study of unchanging magic was progressing better than that of the Wang capital.
That could be deduced from the fact that the Empire's dog, the Four Wise Men, used unchanging magic.
Yet only a lesser degree of books are placed here in the Great Library.
That's what the class is all about. I still think chanting magic is absolute, and I scorn (exaggerate) defective magic.
"In other words... Disaria's students were thrown out of the empire, saying they were used up. That's why you tried to blow it and everything."
"... Huh, what would you do if it seemed like an analogy?
"Don't be able to imitate easily abandoning your people, the Empire is still stupid and dirty, I'm just impressed"
"Ha! You think he's one of us? I'm at this magic school. Would you not consider it the same race as me? I am the chosen human being, the 'Fosind family'. I'm a proxy for God!
Is this the Fosind family, too?
Even The Four Wise Men are treated as experimental subjects.
In the end, the Empire is lineage. The Fosinds think it's all there is to it.
What the hell is in the Fosinds?
"You're alarmed! Firespeare!"
In doing so, Messiah has completed and attacked the magical ceremony that had been unfolding properly since earlier.
"Hmm."
When Firespeare tried to be released from close range.
I throw Messiah far away.
At the same time he stretched out his junction magic and prevented himself from firespeare.
"When you defeat all the (...) losers (...) like The Four Wise Men, are you going to care good!
"Kurt! It's okay. I'll join you."
Avril stopped by and assembled a magic ceremony.
I control it with my hands,
"It's okay, Avril. Don't worry about it. It's a corner, so I thought I'd play a little bit."
Identify this guy's strength.
"Destroy me! Holy magic, Holy Sword!
A narrow indoor ceiling, the Holy Sword of Light, appears overhead and falls.
I took it with one hand and at the same time deployed treason magic to extinguish it.
"Ha! What do you say! My magic! It will be beautiful! You'll be so in love. This is art."
"Ha... perfectly prevented, what a good idea. And... you care if it's beautiful or art."
"You're a bitch. You don't get it. The beauty of art!
I don't know.
And what's so beautiful about this guy?
No way. Is that a magic ceremony?
If I did it, it would be inefficient and unusable in combat.
It's a special way of combining.
But if that's what this guy says the art is...
"Give it a try"
Imitate the Messiah, and combine the magical formula of the Holy Sword.
And he made the holy sword that emitted a ray of light appear upon him.
"It's the same magic you used earlier. You'd know that if it was you, wouldn't you? Apparently, the eyes that spot the magic ceremony are good. How about that magic ceremony I made?
"Huh. You have my magic ceremony...!
Messiah looks up at Holly Sword.
"Become... this, this haha"
Then he sweated and opened his eyes.
"Hey, what a beautiful magic ceremony! Not a single piece of madness! It combines multiple magic formulas, which interfere with each other. A place to work as if you were making an elaborate watch! Even I can't worship the whole thing. How much time on earth do you mean you can put together all this magic formula!
Messiah, saying so, was sweating sloppily from his forehead.
"Sounds like you're saying a lot, but if you don't prevent it... you're gonna die?
From me, there's too much waste, and it's a magical formula I don't really like.
It won't help in action.
"Ha ha! Good, you can come! If you have this degree of magic, let me take it!
and Messiah exerts a kingdom magic on his front.
"I knew you were putting together the magic of kingdom..."
When I said that, a single holly sword exploded and a number of little swords (holly swords) splashed from it.
"You think you can prevent this magic just by protecting the front?
Holly Sword (miniaturization) pierced Messiah from all directions.
"Stupid. Awwwwww!
Messiah screaming of the severed demon.
Splashing blood reminded me of a petal that was scattering.
Hardly the first shot could have been protected by junctional magic, but such a brittle one was easily destroyed.
Eventually, after the scream stops, Messiah's body slowly falls.
"What do you say, this is my art"
That's what I said to Messiah, who was falling on the floor with his eyes open.