Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

The number of lightning snakes wandering around also decreased.

Now the smell of burnt meat emanates from the end of the thunderbolted soldiers.

It's a tragic sight. Normally, you'd be miserable enough to want to turn away.

But there's no room for that anymore. The predicament is still here, and if you get a little distracted, that's where it ends.

... The battle to the last minute allowed us to reduce the number of enemies. No, it might be more appropriate in this case to rephrase that that was the only reduction.

To defeat ten people, the magic I used is three net. And then we have the help of Seylan.

Still ten. Only ten. I can only say that it is utterly incompetent to say that a magic mentor as good as Noah or Kazzi would be in a situation that has already been cut through.

The same goes for ourselves, but I'm also worried about the condition of the surviving Kingsguard. This one has to be handled quickly, that would be life-threatening.

Even in that state, I'm afraid its temper to crawl under Ceylan.

Seylan was behind it and spoke to the Kingsguard who had gathered.

(... then make yourself comfortable)

(... No, we're on His Highness's shield, too)

(... that's a last resort. Listen up.)

The order Seylan spoke of gave precedence to the Kingsguard.

The same goes for the first time an arrow is fired, but Seylan occasionally has verses that prioritize others. It was natural for the king to prioritize himself, and Ceylan in the war now was moving properly along its usual path. But I was just doing that because I need it, and the truth is, maybe not at all.

Otherwise, you wouldn't hate to shield the Kingsguard on this occasion, and this is the situation. Having the Kingsguard set up a special attack can also be one of the sufficient means.

Failure to do so would mean nothing more than weighing the lives of others.

Hearing Seylan's orders, the conscious Kingsguards moan with remorse.

How's that in your heart?

But before, there are still ten enemy soldiers. Though imprisoned by constant surprises because of unilateral developments, the fighting spirit is revived by the drink issued by Düsseia. Everyone and he are now reflexing the intention to kill into their eyes.

Pretend, it's a sign of moving on enemy soldiers.

Apparently, he won't give me any more time to think about it.

Without a signal, the Imperial Soldiers are coming closer than the three parties.

Four from the right and five from the left. And the front is Dusseia, the commander. I can't be more cautious than being a soldier with a name.

(... stop the front. Can Your Highness ask for something else?

(... I don't mind, can you?

(... until His Highness knocks him down)

It's difficult for me, but if I can make Seylan and Dusseia one-on-one, I have a way to live. Unlike myself, if you can afford magic, and Ceylan has high physical abilities and broken combat abilities, you won't lose a single hit with Dusseia.

If I could afford a long spell on this one, it wouldn't have been this way, but I can't help it.

Seylan whispered quietly in his ear as he stepped forward.

- The rest of the magic, white smoke, dusseia hates, take the distance, black debris.

The contents of the whisper are such short separated instructions.

I read what fragmentary words mean, somehow, but I still stepped forward.

I will spare no effort. Step on the spot and set your pace - get out.

I roll out a flying kick to Dusseia, who stormed me with a sword, to jump in.

Penetration versus penetration. What the hell will that relative speed be?

But that fast kick was stopped by Dusseia's small hand.

"Kid...... you coming!

"Naturally! I can't let you guys do what you want!

Scream back and land with all your might.

And immediately check the perimeter sideways. All the other enemy soldiers are headed towards Ceylan.

Do you think this one is okay with Dusseia alone? Do you want to hang all your strength on Seylan in the first place? I don't know the contents of the judgment - but shortly afterwards, Dusseia has carried out a slaughter with a long sword.

A sharper slaughter than an earlier soldier strikes from top to bottom.

Avoid it by shifting to the side. They're small in purpose, close to the ground, and they're still hard to guess.

This one is on hand, so naturally I can only help. There is no visible means of attack, but how can it be stopped to Ceylan?

Again, as this man screamed earlier, I guess it's because Seylan is no longer the only target.

It is unclear what made me the target of the murder, but I am grateful for that now.

What strikes me is multiple slashes that are rolled out like rare slashes.

Attempting aggressive evasion to do so is not easy to avoid a series of sharp, quick swings out, and every time the cutting-edge passes, the evidence that was not faded becomes engraved red on the body.

"Gu, ugh..."

On the arm. On the leg, on the face. Still to the point, if you praise it, it will also be fatal.

During the slaughter, he sees the machine and tries to step out into the nostalgia.

Stepping in, Dusseia immediately retreats along with it, this time rolling out the slaughter of the horizontal giraffe so as to drive it away - but it manages to avoid it by laying low on the ground.

Use both arms to jump and return to the previous position. Arms scream protest at abusive usage, but ignore it now. One of these days, with a slight anxiety that may also be caused by strikes against overwork, he shows himself again to enter the nostalgia of Dusseia.

After all, Dusseia retreated back to dislike.

"Huh..."

This physique difference, if normal, would be easier if you held it back and pushed it down, but you don't because this one is actively trying to get into nostalgia? And I found a sense of crisis. Is this circumvention? That intuition would be perfectly correct. Because if you get nostalgic, you have a different hand in opening it again.

"Damn, take it seriously..."

What you hear is a frustrating voice for something you can't capture. Apparently, because of the rush, I'm getting a bad feeling. Then this would be the gap that goes in.

Dusseia's bad feelings are further heightened when he strives to avoid it without being forced.

Seeing it fit around, he breathed together and deliberately showed a large gap.

"That's it -!?"

Dusseia is fortunate enough to have this slashed and realizes it on the way. To the fact that I got on the invitation. I guess I didn't think such a child would make a move with falsehood, etc.

It's such an awkward hand that if you use it for a crave like this, you can spot it in an instant and beat it.

However, the small ploy hit the diagram beautifully if the bad feelings continued to increase.

To avoid wasting the fruits of a series of actions, it was now time to step into the nostalgia of Dusseia.

No weapons, no less magic, no respite to be able to chant - [practicing magic] is still there.

Snuggle close to the Dusseia armor, move the [practicing magic] that was hidden in your body to your right arm, and stick your right fist to the armor.

The word "suicide bomber" crosses the back of my brain.

"Sir, what the hell!

"Fuck you!!

Say no. No.

- Tsudon.

At the chest of Dusseia, the practice magic bursts. Some of the armor snapped into fist-shaped with earthquakes and illusory tremors, and the impact thrust through to his back.

"Gu -!?"

"Ew!!

An electric shock-like pain thrust through his arm, as well as his fist causing heat and intense numbness.

Of all the types of attacks that strike practicing magic out of their fists, this is the most powerful blow.

However, it also has the disadvantage that recoil returns directly because it is gluing the fist.

The rebellion that bounces back into my fist, I knew it, but anything that hurts even if I have a mindset hurts. It doesn't seem to be broken, but I wouldn't be able to move it right away.

Did Dusseia now have a sore hand in her gut or bleed slightly from the edge of her mouth?

Shortly afterwards, a flash of light flashed behind his back and white smoke stood around him.

(- The rest of the magic, white smoke)

Shortly afterwards, Dusseia jumped away from the white smoke.

(- Dusseia hates, take a distance)

This one, on the other hand, is dispersed in white smoke and retreats to Ceylan.

(- Black debris!

Shortly afterwards, he fully understood Seylan's order and moved on to action.

"- A constant spitting demon. The pattern that penetrates. Black and instant no child affected (swollen). After the rain, the remaining sea is red. It is the heavenly rule to go around, and the heavenly rule to run. The excess heat (almost) does not cool. I don't even know the target star yet. The sound of blocking the shouting just hits me in the ear." It will be rampant. "

"Arcs, not yet! Shoot me!"

At the same time that I could hear words similar to Seylan's instructions, the white smoke that was covering my eyes cleared up at once.

- [Rotating Magic Lead Bullet (Spinning Barrel)]

Due to the earlier shock, my right hand still doesn't move, but the other one is still safe.

Insert your left arm into the magic formation and take a one-kneed position.

Standing with the left hand left arm in a shell, the magic formation with the arm inserted contracted to the appropriate size and began to rotate, therefore, into the difference.

... Imperial soldiers who have never seen this magic would have wondered about this movement and magic.

Normally, as soon as you chant, the flames will fly or the wind will roar. If this magic that draws a line with those magics, it will surely penetrate their voids.

I don't know what kind of magic will fly, so I try to figure it out until it's critical, and there will be a slight stray in the movement - but Dusseia seems to have had a good idea.

"Or let it go! Let me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Slightly quicker than simultaneous shooting, Dusseia screams.

Move your arms horizontally so that there is no escape immediately, but there are also remaining enemies. He is sending out the rubble to be shot at and tearing it down with his sword.

It would still mean that this commander named Dusseia is also a strong man at all, such as being able to do that even after taking an earlier blow.

If you can get the original velocity of the bullet out, that's impossible or something, but this magic, unlike [black bullets], is visible. If you are a human being in this world with unexpected physical abilities, it would not be impossible to cut it off like this either. It's just a hell of a world to make.

Imperial soldiers who could not be moved are crushed into black rubble. Flesh splashes and scattered blood drifts like blood smoke, all the while a hell of a look.

My left arm becomes reddish with fever and starts screaming pain.

Is this any more of a limit?

I don't want to stop it yet, but I have to.

(Ku......)

The anxiety that his arm would burn made him hesitant, pushing his will to shoot him out. According to the will, the magic formation slows down the rotation speed and eventually stops. I let it smell like remnants and nitrous smoke and stopped spitting out the rubble.

The magic formation remains attached to the left arm. The magical effects still persist, but Dusseia Lubanca is alive and well.

The Imperial Soldier has three left besides him.

I couldn't defeat him.

"Did you still have this kind of magic..."

"Gu......"

"But in that case, it seems this is going to stop it."

It still takes a while for the arm to dissipate heat.

Naturally, I'm not the enemy who overlooks it. Dusseia approaches with a sword.

- As it is, it will be slashed.

The heat in my arm affects me or my body doesn't move well.

Even if we crawl on the ground, they'll catch up to us soon enough.

A shadow moved on the edge of his eyes on the fence as the Imperial Soldier approached with Dusseia.

And the LORD of his shadow is none other than Saylan.

"I won't let you!

Seylan's sharp sword strike plays Dusseia's sword strike.

Dusseia, on the other hand, was forced to retreat because of an unexpected shock.

"Oh, stand up and shelter!

"Naturally! Arcs is the rest of us!

"But it is foolish for a general to take refuge under his own command. That would disqualify you as king. Our purpose is to be your leader."

"You know what I mean! But... but!

Ceylan, nevertheless, stood before Dusseia.

Even though their primary goal is Seylan herself, she presents herself and goes into shelter. It's an illogical act. It's puzzling why he gets there, but Seylan starts standing around against Dusseia and Imperial soldiers so that he can be a shield this time.

An ancient, itchy, streamlined sword dance pays off the Imperial soldier's, boneless, systemic sword moves.

Three convenient cuttings threaten Seylan many times, but Seylan puts it in jeopardy.

Once, Seylan pays for an Imperial soldier to be slaughtered with a sword. That sword attack that blew up the Imperial soldiers all at once earlier. The Imperial soldier is bounced off, but Dusseia, who poked and stepped in that gap, waved a long sword down on Seylan.

"Chip!"

Ceylan puts his sword to sleep and takes it, but he can't give it back. Does this man have that much rigidity, he's brought to a bad impulse of minutes.

"Fall for it! Why can't you see that it's pointless to resist!

"Gu, ugh..."

"The kingdom will be put in a tougher position in your generation than it is in the eyes of the Empire! This is how you resist, and the people suffer!

"............ Huh!

"Soon the kingdom will be crushed and destroyed by the Empire! If that's what they're talking about here..."

"... be"

"What?"

"Oh, I said shut up the rest!!

The mood of tearing, emitted with anger. At the same time, Seylan's sword pushes Dusseia's sword back from the bottom up.

"Hey, what the..."

"The rest, you can't lose! Even if the kingdom is going to be oppressed by the empire and follow the path of misery!

Seylan keeps spitting out her length of mind at Dusseia, who stuns her face.

"If the kingdom perishes, you empires will ravage the people of the kingdom! And you'll take everything! That's all you have to do to make it a country where you only grow wealth by exploiting it! You and I both know that!

"-"

"That's why we have to protect the rest! Give people a smile, the peace of mind that guarantees it. Never make me cry unreasonably. For that matter! That's why the rest of us must go home alive, carry on the trail of our father, and make a strong kingdom!

... I can hear you. Sure will to protect it.

That's probably why, with that word, my belly was fixed.

He said he was going to protect Ceylan. I'm sure it has to be protected here.

Yes, I'm sure this deeper cry from Seylan is worth fulfilling even if I push my wish away right now.

... I have something to do with myself. The small purpose of looking back on those parents. Never positive, but still, it was a definite driving force that had driven itself so far.

When you are about to be frustrated, you are a loser to inspire yourself.

When tired and tired, it was anger to get up again.

But how can such a wish take precedence over that cry?

Ceylan said he wanted to protect people's smiles. I did say I wouldn't make you cry.

Before such a heartfelt cry of wanting to protect someone, is it something that will be sumptuous in its own wishes and so on?

No, it should be.

Because such thoughts should be respected by everyone.

... the magical effects still remain. All you have to do is will. I would sacrifice my left arm, I don't hate such pain, only a will as robust as steel.

"Eh, Your Highness! Stand down!"

"Arcs!?

"Back! Hurry up!"

Believe in the speed of Ceylan's reaction, put up your left arm and fire in sync before you jump out.

"- Yes, yes, yes, yes!

The rubble being shot out and the shitty sound of firing.

The number of remaining soldiers is four, including Dusseia. Now I'm not going to stop until I can take it all down. Even if we exchange arms, we must defeat them.

To keep that wish, certainly here.

Left arm raising heat and increasing redness. Due to the magical exercise of pushing impossibility, it began to rise to white smoke, and the feeling of being broiled by fire gradually eroded the arms.

"Guh! Ahhhhhhh!?

"What, Arcs!? Don't push me! Stop it! You're gonna break my arm! Arcs!!"

I can hear Ceylan stopping, but I can't stop him. Because we shouldn't stop here.

... eventually, the screaming of soldiers that sounds interrupted. I don't know if I knocked one down, two down, or all of them off, sprinkled by soot smoke that went up and not an inch ahead.

Concentration strikes the bottom, stopping the simulation of the [rotating Magic Lead Bullet (Spinning Barrel)].

At the end of the clear horizon, there's still one. Dusseia stood.

Still, isn't it intact? All over my body because I missed the bullet. But what belief does that figure, which still holds a long sword in this way and does not loosen hostility, consist of?

Was it the same with Ceylan who asked for that answer?

"... Dusseia Lubanca. I'd like to ask you that. Why are you fighting so hard? Is the Empire a hateful enemy who destroyed his homeland? What the hell is the reason for trying to give victory to the Emperor until then?

In response to that question, Dusseia smiles coldly as if she had even heard a stupid question.

"Why not? That asks a different question."

"What?"

"The soldiers of the Empire fight as His Majesty the Emperor wishes. Unless..."

- Because all will be destroyed by a man like that mess.

To that word uttered by Dusseia, it seems to me that the creeps prevailed, more than the weights.

What the hell kind of gaze is Seylan turning from behind the veil against the man who said those words? Just keep your mouth shut, I'm just looking.

"... Our family resisted the invasion of the Empire for a long time, but in the end it was swallowed up by its fierceness. Eventually our family became its spikes. I had to. If you keep raising your hand like that in the Empire, there's no way to survive."

When Düsseia says so, she glances at Seylan with an impatient look.

"Okay. Listen carefully. It's Saylan Crocellulord. In the empire, people like me are so rotten it is. As long as there is a kingdom of Rhinor that prevents the reign of the Empire, those like me will bury you one day… one day."

"Huh..."

Is Seylan frightened for a moment by the temper shown by Düsseia? Step back.

Is it because of the weight that holds many lives: carrying a family?

But I couldn't keep my mouth shut about such irrational things.

- That's annoying.

"You haven't..."

"Stand up. You're still here."

"Arcs......"

It's still hard, but once you take a deep breath, you say it off.

"You can aim for His Highness if you want. But even in the kingdom, like the Kingsguards and me here, there are plenty of people who want to protect you from dying. Bury me someday? If you can bury me, bury me. I'm going to take them all down."

Say so and put your right hand up in heaven.

And

"- The pitch-black feathers shine at night as well. Thy secret is black iron, and thy enemies black iron. Its wings have no sound, and it sprinkles iron sand and rises to the sky. I'm tired of vegetable leaves. I don't want cherry blossoms. Give me the hardware. Eat the iron. Iron Calling Thou a Hardware Eater's Feathered Butterfly

... [black bullet] can't be supported with your left hand. [Dwarf blast] could involve you as well as yourself to Ceylan. [The Exhaled Demon] is too far away. If we're going to defeat Dusseia for sure...

(Nothing, you don't have to knock yourself out)

Yes, just like when I energized the water earlier.

For the sake of a man who can defeat for sure, you just have to feed him.

"Oh, now it's all magic! Take it with you, asshole!

- [Magnetic Wings (Magnetic Force)]

"Ke, swordsword...... gu!

Dusseia's sword is pulled up by a flying butterfly emitting a powerful magnetic field. Dusseia resists letting go of her sword, but before enough magnetism to attract her to her body, was it to the extent of nail dirt? I let it go without stopping.

On the other hand, was Seylan's sword also within the area affected by magnetism? Seylan's weapon leaves its hand.

Dusseia, we lost all our weapons, but what Seylan said...

"-Arks. Well done."

That was a compliment.

Dusseia, by contrast, exposes me to a scream of resentment that echoes from the bottom of the earth.

"Kid, Kisama aaaaaaaaaaa!!

"I just rode Dusseia. Apparently, Arcs was a better one."

"Weapon with you now..."

But Seylan smiled at the words and said them with dignity.

"The rest is Saylan Crocellulord. Without a weapon, you and others will never lose."

"Become!?

When Ceylan packs his distance from Dusseia, he steps in so much that the ground smashes, rolling out a sharp thrust with his fist. But it sucked in just where it struck me.

"Idiot... so far, so far..."

Shortly after the impact, Dusseia blew easily as if the rubber bow had been sprayed by the truck - eventually sprinkling blood with cramps and deathbed.

"Excellent work, Your Highness..."

"... um"

Now we have no one to threaten us anymore.

Finished. We were able to repel the raid.

That's what I thought, it was then.

"- I see. You're the one who broke the [Class I Barrier Formation (Wall Alter)], right?

That's what I heard from the back of the woods.