A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

Prayer was forced to cease by Sufi's shouts.

But the rest of the magic does exist, and now you are. It was towards those who stood on your walls and the man who was named High Priest Zai Fonde.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this color is magic! It's your magic that was supposed to go to goddess Astaire! That's what the High Priest Zai Fonde and the people standing on the wall are absorbing!

The girl's words gave way to her surroundings.

"There must have been a lot of rumors already! There should be fewer of you who haven't heard of the Astaire scandal! The demons of Astaire..."

"- Kuhaha. I've had enough."

Covering Sufi's words, Zai Fonde stood on the pedestal. Next to Soria.

There was such a wicked grin on that face.

"Enough."

Zai rattles his fingers pattin '.

At the same time, magic flows into the immense statue of the goddess. The moment - explosion. It burst as huge chunks of iron swelled up from the inside.

It sounded like a splitting ear.

But that's not all. Naturally, what was a mass of iron burst with momentum.

I descend on the people in this square with high lethality. That was normal.

"Please activate it!

Sufi screams again.

At the same time, several magic formations unfold. Seems they had them, too, apart from what I had prepared in advance.

Magic formations are deployed to protect people all over the square, mainly Sufi, and also outside the square.

And it's not something simple, it's something that's organized around.

"Heh. Let's do it."

As Zai praises, he turns his body into a distortion.

No, would I be right to say that I am assimilating to the magic of the body rather than changing it?

Her hair is gone, and she is a demon clan with blue skin, red and black eyes, and sharp fangs. From his back he grew black wings to reveal his true identity.

"Demons...! Again, Astianism is manipulated by demons...!... Everyone, run away! True Astianism will take on this place!

Sufi says, but no one is able to react to it.

All of a sudden, everyone stands up for nothing.

In the meantime...

"Zai Fonde!! Get away from Master Soria!

"Phil! Ha ha! That's fast!

It's a woman who's been involved in every inn.

Attack Zai with a silver sword. I'm trying to pull you away from Soria.

But Zai received Phil's sharply seemingly sword with his biological hand.

The sound of dull iron and iron bumping into each other rings the universe.

"- If it had been a long time ago, they would have done it."

Such spare whining was being picked up by loud magic items.

At the same time.

Phil is slapped to the ground by Zai's kick. Part of the pedestal nearly collapsed.

Soria's scream also comes from the loudspeaker.

"Listen, people! Only for what you prayed for did you reach us demons. Goddess Astaire? Astaire? Ha ha! No such fantasy exists! It's no use just praying!

The inferior species and shards are worthless. From now on, this seventh demon nobleman and next demon king, Yusef, will carry out an immediate massacre with his men!! "

That seems to be the signal.

The demons who stood on the wall also regained their shape to what they were, standing laughing at Nihil.

The whole square flaunts.

So much so that even some grunt that it's some sort of a celebration.

But the true Astian man next to me looked painful and unfolded his magic formation to the point of magic. Magic items are held in both hands.

It would be a substitute for magic formations to emerge if you put magic into pre-distributed magic items.

"I say it again! Run, please! We, True Astaires, will stop!

It is now time for a chain reaction to Sufi's words with one person and another.

Gradually, competition begins across the four gates. Faster, faster, and a furious voice roars.

A demonic tribe looking at its appearance all funny turns its hand on the magic formations for defense being created by the followers of True Astaire.

Offensive magic is created from them.

Water, fire, wind, thunder, earth, or, spears, swords, axes, arrows...

A huge storm of attacks. Gradually, cracks are also created in the magic formation.

(I just need to get my hands on it)

It's not about the Alliance.

Let alone talk about charisma parties and doing them. You can't put Soria in danger.

People are thinner from around me anymore, so don't hesitate to break the scaffold, so I can focus on my feet.

"Oh, man. Your brother escaped while we were taking on...!

"First we rescue Soria."

"Become!?

Rather than using metastatic magic, it is surprisingly better to assault with force on your feet if you are within sight.

Especially this time around Soria. There is one enemy - Zai Fonde... No, Yusef?

Anyway, it's just one of the demons.

Then you can pull away. All you need for that is power and speed.

The speed is good, but the power is inferior. Reinforced Yusef can't see the bottom either. That's why. That's why.

The ground buzzes.

The scenery shifts in an instant.

I already had Yusef in front of me.

"Oh, my God."

That's why.

Drown in fortified force and be alert. And I believed you'd take my offense. Just like Phil's sword.

You got that right.

Yusef burst into a giant statue of a certain size, even though it was broken.

"Huh... Soria, are you okay?

"Yeah... eh? So, I mean, that voice...!

Soria is about to say, sounds coming from both places.

One is under the pedestal. It's Phil.

He finally came back from being kicked in the foot.

And the other is Yusef.

I stood up paying for the iron scrap.

Around, the magic formation is about to collapse. The voices of despair and screaming are echoing.