Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Once again, he descends into the meadow, leaves his split there, and then makes another transfer.

Soon it was crushed to the giant's knee, and the shock shattered the meadow into a crater.

I look quietly at the Hierarchist coming this way with the google and the black headscarf.

Quite a power type, and a thick barrier. Speed and power are amazing, but they can also be described as linear. You're the opposite of me, who likes to fight all the fuzzy fights.

I want to blind myself to the phantom, like I do now, if possible, and make an attack that pokes through that gap. But I can't get anywhere near the darkness because the image of him breaking the barrier doesn't boil. This is a difficult situation.

"Hmm, how do you break the barrier by sending an instant death level attack?"

Inside, I said, "Are you packed?," he mutters with a question mark in his face. Then a voice as cute as a little bird flowed from communication (chat).

"Oh, is that a struggle?

"Actually, it is... and you're almost done? I have a very, very hard enemy."

While the answer is relaxed, the hierarchical lord Adom is looming with a vortex. He kicked in the air with four legs and accelerated by scattering purple shockwaves known as high magic. Sounds like you haven't been active in hundreds of years, and you feel energetic.

"Yeah. But you wanted to fight a mighty enemy, didn't you? I want to know about losing, or something..."

"What, I didn't say that. I still think it's quicker to count from the bottom than everyone else."

Well, so are Uridora and Shirley and Cartina, but my ranks are moving down every time I join them. Mr. Elf has had a lot of growth lately (ha ha ha), so I think he's gotten to the bottom of it.

And so on, Kim! and a two-handed sword swung through his head. What's not very good for the heart is that the blade tip glows linearly and feels a magical ripple called Zuzu? There's a back of your neck. I can't stand it.

His two-handed sword, according to what I hear, is worth just as much as the country. It pierced the ground at my feet and flashed as a slash from the bottom to the top.

Slowly, slow-motion-like footage intersects the black headscarf of the hierarchy lord. This is because one of the skills (skills) is using acceleration (accelerator), which is a full slot to perform analysis and not die for.

When I thought of it as something like that, I heard a voice that shook me up.

"Oh, you're so good at scratching. It's no longer a dimension."

Well, thank you, and thank Cartina with all my heart.

This is a dream world for me, and it's not like I'm gonna die, so I'm gonna take it personally.

"Cartina, how do you fight a barrier handler? Maybe five layers, so I can't break it."

"A barrier... Speaking of which, the Demon Army also had a few users. There are two properties (types): those who concentrate on one point and those who cover the whole body. The point is, that's the difference between 'shields' and 'armor'. Which nature is that?

Hmm, which one?

Well, if you're worried enough, just make an attack and make an observation.

I turned my palm, which was saving money, and the atmosphere seemed to unleash a great deal of skill, so I decided to use it as a trigger to attack. It's an orthodox tactic of targeting magic gaps.

If it works, the enemy will refrain from witchcraft, and if it fails... let's sleep together twice.

- Zo, ooh!

A dark purple runoff runs through where it was.

Lights about a meter thick have a screaming sound effect on the woman. Move it loosely, and move forward in disdain that this is also an instant death grade.

I can't do it any more. But I want to find a hole in the barrier. I thought so. I chose random fire (rush) while I still didn't remember the attack pattern as much.

If I slash my wrist first, it'll bounce right off the barrier. With the hard sound of kokin on his back, he decided to wave his sword on his thighs and ankles, regardless.

The opponent is a giant, and he has a tall back, so he can only aim at his legs.

The four-legged ankle is luminescent and can bounce harder than earlier. There are still about five layers of raised barriers, and they only appear to occur where my sword strikes.

"Oh, it looks like you're concentrating the barrier on a single point. How is this type of thing an offense?

"I see, as far as we can see from here, we seem to be playing defense semi-automatically. That type is very hard. You won't be able to just be attacking one point. All of it, let me give you a hand too."

That's how Cartina answered me... What do you mean, give me a hand? She's on Marie's escort, and I'm not supposed to be able to come this way.

With that in mind, there are indications of unease and disgust from the direction they are in, around the tower.

It's a dark hall, but this is all I can tell. Excessive power is overflowing over there so that darkness can condense.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cartina's gonna do something.

Not only did I react, but so did Hierarchist Adom. He changes the direction of his neck to a tower and observes.

"... Cartina, the Hierarchist turned that way. You know Marie's safety is our top priority, right?

"Ha, did you also have such a powerful voice? It's okay. I'm stronger than you think, Marie and I."

So you don't have to protect it forever. Yeah, I thought she told me. I couldn't prevent the Hierarchist from attacking because I was distracted by a different voice color than usual.

The hierarchical lord Adom, who stabbed a pompous sword to the ground, gives birth to a spark of violet electricity in both arms, swelling the muscles that were saving.

And with his hands out, he threw out all the magic in his body at once.

- Zoki, hey, hey!

Goh! and the meadow can be burned in a line in an instant.

It was the heat that had to cover his face with both arms, and the area turned to midday brightness.

"Mah, Marie!!

The magic runoff is not an earlier ratio, but thrusts toward the tower in a straight line. Perhaps no one will be safe with that. When I felt that way, I rushed out without a plan.

But what my ears heard was not screaming or anything, but a girl chanting.

That very calm voice shivers the tympanic membrane like a ringing bell, loosening this leg.

And then I looked up, and I saw the two of them standing on the tower.

One is a woman with full body armor who twists her body, spears, and tries to pour her power to the extreme. The other is Mariabel, a half fairy elf tribe, standing before her and wrapped in pale phosphorescence.

Roughness and purity. I see it as that picturesque combination.

And my eyes are drawn to the jewels that slowly drift through the universe. It emitted a bright blue sky color, sparkling tiny palms.

That is indeed the reward "Tears of the Reaper (Tanatos)" given by the Second Hierarchy Lord Shirley - …….

- Why not?!

When the magic runoff reached, it hit the gem and threw out a shock wave.

As far as I'm concerned, it's incredible. Watching all that powerful magic suck into the Tears of Reapers (Tanatos).

The light around fades, sounding oops and acoustics, and returning to the world at night.

All that was left was a jewel that shined like a star at dawn, and the fingertips of a surprising girl were protruding it.

I shrug with a pompous face.

"No way, is that what this is about? Temporarily saving magic..."

"Ahhh - huh? Yeah, no way. It doesn't matter what you save is not my magic. This awesomeness, could it be you?

Hey, of course I can tell it's awesome.

It's definitely an anomaly (cheat) because it can disable magic even if it's just one shot and bounce back at the target. If I were a wizard, I'd say, "Stop doing that! You'd scream."

In fact, the hierarchical lord Adom was also stunned, solidified as he stuck his arms out.

"Hey, Ichiro. Could you please leave there?

"Hmm? I ask you once, but why?

"Earlier magic, it would have been awesome. So I'd like to try shooting, but I'd be in trouble if I flew to a weird place. Oh, you'd be flirting, and there's no way you could have hit it, heh. Then..."

No, no, no, maybe you'll hit it!

By the time I almost complained about things like that, Pickah! and the top of the tower shines on the cross. My right half emitted light, and I exercised a metastasis while remembering mild despair. And up white smoke, rolling through the gobbles and meadows.

Oh no, that was a little instant death course right now! It was super pinpoint even though it was so quick that even the hierarchy owners couldn't hit it!?

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't hit it."

Brrr. The rays flutter over there, finally hitting the hierarchy lord. They weren't after me for once though... I thought they were going to kill me for real...

Now, he was a hierarchical master guarding with both arms, but the barrier gradually breaks.

In Cartina's story, she originally heard of a "one-point centralized barrier". Then such extensive damage would be highly effective.

And one more thing.

The demonic Cartina, who kept building up her strength, throws a spear (javelin) with an ideal form.

It shows the effects of sonic speed breakthroughs in the air, and because the hierarchy owner is blocked from sight -.

Oops! and flashly scatter the barrier breaking effect, blowing about half the head off. It is also destroying the wheel that floats in the universe, and Adom blows diagonally as it was jumped from the car.

Fragments of barriers dancing around.

That flows in slow motion, of course, due to my acceleration (accelerator).

I want to chase you all the way here and stab you all at once.

Huh, cowardice? Yeah, I'm not. This is a collaborative play, not a game, it's the basics of battle.

Then, we creep under the magic runoff and reach by Adom with another transfer. He's spinning diagonally and seems to be barely grasping the pattern of his sword. Hmm, here comes your big chance. Shiatsu.

Now, where should I aim?

It is decided. Due to its height, it's a head I've never been able to tap before. It's half crushed by the spear, and it's the easiest to do damage.

Five definition overload (overload).

The moment I exercise it, my vision changes like a comma feed. They repeat the metastasis around the hierarchical lord, and the simple "poke" behavior is performed by the fool (ornest).

Vision doesn't help much because it travels from moment to moment.

is too much! The continuous sound and sword strike will be in a strange sight if anyone sees it.

Tong, land on the ground, because my body, and my weapon, split multiple times and hit my head only continuously.

No, no, of course I won't miss it.

Your hand moved so fast.

Diagonally, one of the giant's legs steps to the ground, where a two-handed sword rushes straight to the side with a stiff momentum on its axis. With full acceleration (accelerator), it's a critical perceptible speed.

More than sorry. This attack is already in the slot, so we can evade and attack at the same time.

- Hiu, Govern!!

The counter was sucked in and produced a major crack in the head that seemed decisive. By its impact, the finger with the great sword finally comes off and flies in the direction of the unanswered.

Hiiiiiii......!

A blade of starscraps (Astro) is sucking my mind greedily.

Hard, hard, and full of shooting star-like effects were running, and it was teaching an increase in ejection power.

It's his chest he should be after. At the center of the prints on the body are dark colored gems. Perhaps this is the nucleus for him.

I open my eyes slightly as the sweat and the shattered barriers swoop in.

- Hierarchist Adom Zweihender LV64

Now the level display...... no, what is 64!?

The presence of spreading cracks throughout the body has so certainly conveyed levels. Marie's realm, the tower watchman (Prison Keeper) shows the numbers, so there's no mistake.

But it was just a physical sensation, but he was near level 140. As far as pressure, aggression, speed of reaction, etc. felt in previous battles, though.

Should I pierce the gem immediately? Now I can defeat it for sure.

But the figure of the ancients at the entrance, and the sword that pierced the wall and stabbed me in the ground, floated behind my brain.

What the hell happened to him in this hall?

That's how I think.

He spreads a crack to the jewel without even having to show his hand and emits a pale phosphorescent light. And before I hesitate, the bread and the jewels crumble.

Reaching for it, the remaining particles touched my fingertips slightly.

This is... where...

The amazingly large room is as bright as daylight, with magicians and experts walking. Confused by the signs of a deliberate person.

Around there are huge tanks, experimental appliances, etc., and you can even see giant species that seem like demons.

And my eyes were drawn to one of them.

"... Adom, Zweihender?

Yes, it was nametagged in ancient language.

The child nodding in the cage keeps looking at the floor with dark eyes. Shackles placed on hands and feet, and borough clothes reveal a low identity?

"Ancients... well, is this the former Third Hierarchy Hall"

When I groaned, my child's dark eyes turned to me. No, purple eyes looking up. But why are you feeling so desperate so far?

I soon found out why.

Black liquid was poured from the tube placed on his hands and feet.

Spit black blood, and the child's presence changes as you look at it.

The skeleton is first enlarged and the muscle tissue is chopped a thousand times so that it is dragged to it.

A new muscle tissue is created all over the body to make up for it, overriding what it was like to be a child.

The figure is no longer human.

If I dare to express it......

"Are you telling me you were creating demons here?

Surprisingly, I get a faint voice.

In the Age of the Night, in the Age of the Devil, the human race was always asked to fight. I mean, was this a facility to counter the demons?

Ooh, ooh!

Screaming or anger at experimentation, Adom's screams echo in the hall. I just resent the fate of covering my face with both hands and being forced to change it.

That was such a sad voice to squeeze my chest tight.

The change from there is momentary.

Dosin! a fierce shock and a huge sword thrust into the hall.

The energy it produces is tremendous, it blows up the walls of the hall, and the ancients are slammed to the floor.

Now that the artificial demons had been unleashed, it was their turn to scream.

Grass deliberately symbolizing the night grows around a giant sword.

Reaching for it was a changed adm, and once again, it sounded what could be termed a cry of the soul. By the protection of the Great Sword or the level rose at a tremendous rate, putting up the barriers - and no one held him down anymore.

Whoever gave that weapon could have been a demon living the times of the night.

Was it to destroy the menacing Ancients, or was it a means of opening up the Adoms?

I don't know.

I don't know, but Adom, now crushing in front of me, showed me what he looked like at the time at the end of the day. He wears unfamiliar borough clothes and shackles his hands and feet.

The child's eyes open, he slowly sees the meadow, and the great sword piercing far away - exhaling a small sigh, his eyes quietly closing again.

Once again, my chest was tightened tightly as it crushed from the edge of my body.

"Wait.....................!

I know I can't do anything.

I was the one who defeated him in the first place.

But the body moved on its own, embracing a child who was about to fall to the ground.

Was it just a phantom, as long as it conveyed faint body temperatures, I don't feel anything.

I couldn't even touch the disappearing child. I regret that for some reason. I didn't like that I couldn't do anything.

And there was something touching my arm.

…………

If you look up, there are blue sky eyes waiting there.

Shirley, the second tier master, who removed the embroidered eyelid and had a half-transparent body, was touching my arm.

It drifts blonde hair fluffy as if she doesn't have any weight, and her clothes are slightly clear.

I blinked with my pussy. I was supposed to be in the hall, but why are you here?

Moving her gaze far overhead, she has a square hole in the ceiling. Little lizards peeking at my head...... oh, speaking of which, there you are. There's a rare demon in the world who can change the structure of the labyrinth.

Oh, and I'm not surprised.

She whispers something as she strokes my hand and then touches the child's forehead.

Then he opened his eyes slightly to how the earlier collapse would subside.

"Is this - can you save it, Shirley?

When I asked her, she said, "Hmm?," he looked up at the ceiling with his big eyes like he was in trouble, and then he said, "What, are you? I just nodded like I said."

Oh, speaking of which, was life and death worth the same to her?

Shirley was called Reaper, so there's no greater difference between living and dying.

But in this case, it was salvation for me.

The child's eyes open slowly, and he touches Shirley's hand. Rounding his blue eyes in the wind of surprise, and braving him, Shirley showed an adorable gutsy pose.

We laughed at that lovely trick.

It was a sight that just seemed a little strange.

To see Hierarchy Lord Adom choose the future and disappear.

That was different from the earlier collapse, with childish eyes looking forward to tomorrow. Later, only a few particles remain, and the last Shizuku is sucked into Shirley's palm.

After I saw it, I stared into the blue sky eyes.

"Are you done?

When I ask her that, she returns a soft smile.

I'm sure Adom will give a new life from now on. At that time, I think I will live a life that sparkles my eyes and enjoys every day, as I did earlier.

So I'm so glad she came. As much as this girl, I feel saved.

But...... what does it mean to have little wings around your hips, the illusion of your eyes?

Though I'm patting my white wings...... that was there before?

Yeah? And looking up at the ceiling, I question that.

A glimmer of sunlight plugging from the ceiling.

It was illuminating the black meadow and marking the end of the night.

The past will all disappear, and here again there will be a new history.

I think so, staring at the elf girl running. [M]

And, she has waved loudly and preached these words.

"Sorry, I might have hit it a little earlier!

This kid's trying to make me laugh again.

I forgot that I had evaporated and I laughed out loud.

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Well, far overhead, they had some changes going on.

Under the scorching sky, the bruised, rough-eyed sand flows.

It hit a dull coloured boot and made the cloak snap.

It is one man looking down from the dunes. His name is Heyzosoka-Behimos, and he stands in an important position in this war.

Continuing reports have not yet been received on the battle between Tenryu and Magic Dragon. But the east sky is already clear, perhaps settled.

So I can't move on or leave now.

Holding an ancient labyrinth stretching beneath your eyes is the only operation you can do right now. You can't lose more than you're overwhelmingly good at numbers.

But it's also true that unforeseeable things happen on the battlefield. I'm never optimistic or anything because I know that.

And, the sound of a buckwheat rings in the sky.

It has cast a great shadow on the dunes, and I can tell it's a legendary creature without even looking up.

The Demon Army General pulls his lips straight to the side to express his strong will and waits for contact with the Tenryu.

Eventually, a dragon rolled up the sand and continued to live from antiquity landed.

In the flames of the sun, a young man slowly walks in.

That's not what it looks like, it's very scary. Fluorescent red hair, and a light-hearted grin.

"What, that face, no way, but were you worried?

Wrinkles unwittingly appear between eyebrows in the light language as it appears. It's not uncomfortable or anything, it's just enduring such intimidation.

Heyzosoka is a general and carries the country. Otherwise you would have broken your hips and lowered your head.

"... The Magic Dragon is also an Epic. It's hard to predict what the outcome of the battle will be"

"I guess so. If every Demon had predicted, he would have wanted to kill the soldiers downstairs."

It's a provocative word, but the general doesn't utter a word. Anytime, anywhere, that can kill 10,000 units of troops in seconds. You should never think of it as the same demon or anything else.

"... so, are we going to be able to proceed as planned? Armaments are already in place"

"Oh, that? The nasty one who breaks the tower? I'm going to pass this time because I need to do something important."

My body leans toward the words.

I thought so much of the unpredictability that my vision darkened.

"... why. Giving him as much money as he wished, Tianlong promised to reclaim the times of the night. Are you gonna break what you said yourself?

"I'm not going to break it. It is also my wish to reclaim the times of the night. But I don't care about the tower. I'm not interested, and I put interest on it and already returned the money. So..."

Slowly he leans back and peeks in with his shiny golden eyes. That trick alone makes me feel like I've been decapitated. Though the expression is the same, the sweat flows slowly down my back.

"- What kind of a liar are you calling me? That tower has nothing to do with the times of night. Your enemy. Then break it with your hands. Sweat me."

".................. ugh!!

An arm holding the pattern shivers when it hits.

But when swallowed by fierce anger, all of the Demon Army is killed. To endure it, the general desperately indulged.

Exhale heavily and give up. If you are asked if it is completely annihilated or not, you can no longer even call it a choice.

Then we have to drop the ancient labyrinth first and call reinforcements from the mainland using this place as a stepping stone.

After all, Tianlong smiles lightly and walks away from the sand dunes.

But I'm really worried about that waved hand. Would you have worn such ornaments before?

"What about that golden stunning ring? Is it also a habit to attach four to the Dragon Clan?

"You have a nagging head, but you seem to have eyes to see. It would have a good color. This is my favorite. It's hard to replace it with anything."

Something gives me a bad feeling about the look I've never seen before. There is no basis for this, but I am very concerned about it now.

No, something's wrong in the first place. Why is he walking when he has wings? And that direction is -.

"Wait......, why head to the ancient labyrinth? Are you going to betray us and go back to your enemy country!?

"What are you talking about? I told you earlier that I wouldn't betray you. I hear the second tier is an interesting place, so I decided to stay for a while and wait for the nighttime. If you want to take it down, you just have to do it yourself."

At the bottom of his heart, he replied that way with a face like he had seen an idiot, and Tianlong walked away this time. Leaving a footprint straight in the dunes, trampling and crushing the body of the Demon Army.

Finally the general shakes his head and regains consciousness.

"What... ugh! Attack the ancient labyrinth with the Tenryu!

What do you call this but betrayal!

I want to hold my head and scream. I want to turn around and wonder if there's such a stupid story.

But not now. There is no way a general leading an army can go mad. The future of the demons will be decided here.

He shook his body and hardened his anger, and the general looked up at the sun as it was setting.

A few minutes later, the Demon Army stops its invasion of the ancient labyrinth and reverses its path to begin its southbound descent. Beyond that, a tower from ancient times had blocked the way, and tens of thousands of demonic armies were to have an unexpected battle.

- The chapter of betrayal END -