Hyaku Ma No Aruji

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Right razor blade, cross line.

Zuo Li knife, hanging.

Load with white thunder and circle back.

Flowing motion is but fast.

A normal human would have lost sight of Merea at the point of the third fast turnaround in motion.

The closer we get, the faster its speed will waver.

But Celias,

"Ha ha! That's fast! This is Thunder God's White Thunder outfit!

I was definitely following Merea's appearance.

That's right. Celias, too, his body hasn't completely caught up.

But only his neck followed Merea in advance, and with his left eye he surely caught the tail of the white thunder.

And

"Huh!"

Where Merea tried to swing her razor blade down from the blind spot on her back, she pokes at the pattern of the demon spear Kurtard.

"That's a good response!

Merea avoids that blow by twisting her torso, while using her momentum to survive the opposite hand's razor blade.

There was a sound that I could play.

It was the sound of a meeting between a razor blade and a demon spear.

In the moment now Celias was turning his body around and taking Melea's blow.

"Good weapon! Its fullness is almost unwavering while being interfered with by the events of the Demon Spear! How the hell did the god of water produce such a dense surgical knife?

Celias had a voice in excitement.

"It's a loud one......!

Melea replies with a thin grin to a voice that combines such intimidation.

Melea was exploring the power of Celias as well in Melea.

"Then how's your skill at using it? - Don't think performance (specs) alone can do melee...!

Second, I left so that my competing samurai would jump.

Celias was knocking Melea's razor blade, and in a quick move he was poking his spear tip through his nose.

"Don't tell me you're using demon spears...!

Merea's movements are streamlined and minimal.

Avoid it with just one futile move and fight back again.

Proximity, no, meeting.

The battle between the two of them at this time was stopping by to compete in skill.

There were separate thoughts of each other there.

and such an eye-catching rush and slaughter reward upsets the equilibrium after a few seconds.

Celias was disfiguring Merea.

Melea tries to rebuild herself with an immediately extraordinary sense of balance, but further,

"Run away."

Celias steps in.

While holding one of the razor blades to his feet with a demon spear, he hits the other pattern that has been wielded further with a palm stroke and moves it outside. I just dived into the nostalgia.

- Gotcha.

Celias is convinced. He was grabbing Merea's arm with his left hand.

White thunder rumbled around in his hand and burned his skin, but he did not release his arm with the help of Alankaru.

And where Merea was pulled by her hand and tilted her posture again - she let the demon spear out of her hand and went to slap her palm.

Therein were the thoughts of Celias.

Not a demon spear, but a dare to slap.

From that Celias hand...

Black glowing particles were erupting.

"Eh."

plunder.

Merea's exceptional ability to balance still did not completely disfigure her.

But it wasn't a complete evasion, and Celias clapped his cheeks.

"I've seen it somewhere before. Are you inheriting the skills of a warrior demon king?"

Celias threw those words while retreating immediately after hitting a dozen.

My brain was sirening that any closer proximity than that was just dangerous.

- But I was touched.

On the other hand, it accomplished the original prospectus (mortar), but it was also a retreat.

Just blur - it was enough.

The opposing Merea stood her finger as she regained her razor blade and glanced at her battered cheek.

I felt a strange feeling conveying my cheeks.

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Merea had a frank admiration and amazement for Celias.

It's true.

- You're strong.

Except for the English spirits who have been hand in hand at the summit of the Spirit Mountain, I think they are by far the most hand-worked.

I also felt that Harsim and the Demon Kings were reluctantly able to praise the talent of Celias' battle.

"Isn't that a bad move? Are you even being modest? - Show me more of that. Show me the essence of the movement that the Martial Demon King made you wear in the Spiritual Mountains."

"I didn't expect you to beg the enemy to do that in this situation."

"It's sexual. I like the strong."

- Battle madness.

Merea dared to wait for the word, feeling inside out that Celias was continuing to spin the word. The odd feeling of the cheeks still doesn't go away.

"Well, my father often adores these ideas, but I have a deep desire to see someone stronger than me. So this is how you want to pull them up"

The word was also a provocation, as well as proof that Celias, on the other hand, sees Merea less and less below himself.

Merea had perceived that smell, too, but she chose to let her talk as she did without disputing when she saw Serias, who had begun to rap (just) by entering the fight.

The thought Merea had in this melee was to draw words from Celias.

"When you do, the name of spouse of war doesn't suit you besides being funny. It might be better to be a petitioner for the battle itself than a war."

"Right. If it's a war, the opponent should be weak."

Merea was by far the calmest to see the status quo.

The 'discomfort' with Celias, which I felt before I could cross my sword, was making me do so.

"But that kind of thing. You use a lot of different procedures, too. Even if you don't seem to be using anything, when you look through the demonic eye, you see something glowing around your body. Is that yarn?

Merea's eyes saw something like a glowing yarn that fluttered around Celias.

A yarn that is just thin but emits a unique glittering magical light on the other hand. When I saw the surgical ceremony through the demonic eye, I sometimes saw the radiance of the spermatic elements that make up the ceremony.

"- Can you spot that much?"

And in the midst of so much offense, it looked like it was manipulating Celias' body. It was as if I was puppeting my own body with that light thread.

"The Light Thread of the Puppet King. It's a special thread for puppetry, made by the former Demon King. The essence of the Puppet King lies in his puppet art, but this one is hard to explain by mouth, so let's make a discount."

"Don't be too spared, I didn't know you'd tear your powers apart before your enemies"

"It's because it's 'over'. There's no better move from here than you just did."

And Celias said, pointing to Melea as she removed the optical thread that was growing from her right five fingers.

The face was somehow mixed with just a few dark colors. It was also an unfortunate expression.

"My applause beat you up earlier. That's the right cheek."

Celias was pointing to Merea's right cheek.

That's where Merea remembered the strange feeling from earlier.

"I could have really played more, but my body reacted. You shouldn't be halfway strong."

Celias finally put the unfortunate complexion on his face without hiding it. I even let him sigh small.

"- 'It just arrived'. The power to crush the 'nukes' of your combat abilities has now reached your head."

"What?"

Melea wondered what the hell was going on, but the next moment, she guessed everything.

Unintentionally...

A white thunder had disappeared on my body.

The group of thunder that was raging around Baba suddenly weakened momentum and pulled it away from Merea's body.

And finally, it disappeared completely from my body.

"How long the hell do you think Mooseg has lived against the Demon King? - No country has exchanged swords with a demon king more than Mooseg. And Mooseg has studied countermeasures against demon kings, especially of the surgical system, from a former 'case'. That's what I'm shooting at you right now."

Celias speaks.

Meanwhile, Merea was moving herself to understand the situation.

Lift up the sledge sword of the god of water that you had in your right hand, and bring it before your face.

He tried to somehow reflect his cheeks on the brilliant body of water and see what was there.

"Black -"

Master Tattoo. - Surgical Formation.

Merea was convinced that the clapping just now was more of a clapping for this.

Immediately afterwards, solve the surgical formation reflected there with the demonic eye of the Immediate Surgery God.

elusive and unique surgical formation, but the accumulated experience brilliantly inverted it.

And I tried to shoot it in my cheek.

"Stop it, you can't unmark it by flipping it. Whatever it is, it's... it's for the man who uses the inversion formula."

Merea immediately perceived the meaning of Celias' words.

"It is a sealing technique of surgical inhibition using 'intrinsic spermatozoa'. Moreover, rather than inhibiting the surgical formula itself, it inhibits the processing area in its underlying head. We know that you use many Demon King's rituals in combination with your human detached surgical processing ability. But from you, there's nothing more troublesome than that sealing technique."

I see.

This is the 'trump card' against the Demon King that Mooseg created over time.

Melea understood.

My white thunder disappeared unintentionally because the processing area I was using for my white thunder surgical operation was inhibited by this sealing technique.

- Is it an intrinsic sperm?

Furthermore, a surgical formula that cannot be unmarked by an inverted surgical formula.

However, a "unique technique" that does not activate without an intrinsic spermatozoa cannot be inverted. Even if it can be read, activating it becomes a different problem. It's the same as Lilium's life flame.

"When it comes to using even intrinsic spermatozoa, you guys look like a clan of demon kings at last."

"Naturally, it's not what I was born to have. It's an acquired implant. A little different from you who were born demon kings."

Instead, I felt somewhat more distorted (snoring) about trying to get closer to something like that acquired, but Merea did not pursue that.

I was concentrating my consciousness on that inner finesse, realizing that Celias vomited a slightly emotional word.

By sealing some of my abilities in this way, maybe I'm starting to get a little relief.

The relief is opening your mouth and trying to attract the words of the Celias individual.

"I guess it was you guys who made me do that. He who was born a demon king must not exist."

Merea said the words pale.

Merea wasn't moving.

- You were right about that, Harsim.

Hershem's words were coming back to life behind Merea's brain.

Word that Celias will notice his exposed weakness. And the word that you would poke there.

In fact, this is how Celias has poked at his weakness.

But for Melea, it's...

It was a planned action.

"The moment he was born in the house with the issue, he was the demon king. We made those habits and customs. - You can change it if you want. If you cover the moozeg, you can change it.

Celias was gradually starting to mix up the floating air.

I had the impression that I was starting to get tired of the status quo because of the serious fever over the battle until just now.

To that appearance Melea watched innocence like a child.

"Fair enough. - Well, it's troublesome when it's even self-harming. Let's seal the other surgical areas early and get those eyes after they can't move. That's right. I've never seen a man with more surgical space than I could seal in one shot, but if I hit two or three more, he'd be a tease."

Celias approached Merea one step closer.

Soon enough, on its left hand, a thick optical filament appeared visible even without passing through the demonic eye of the Surgical God.

Its optical thread conveys the ground, stretching at the foot of Merea,

"It's too late when you realize. I tied you up with the Doll King's Optical Thread."

I was tying that body from my feet.

The opposite Merea laid down her face to see it, and then she didn't.

Even as Celias came one step closer, his eyes did not see Celias.

Such a Merea's body is slowly pulled up into the air as she is tied by even thicker and toughened light threads.

Finally, the body floated in the universe.

Seemed like a heretic who had been made into the sky.

"Have you lost your temper?"

Celias said, slowly approaching Merea, confirming that the "Reiki of the Water God" had disappeared from both hands.

Still, we're still on alert, but we're close to three more steps.

Then finally Melea raised her voice there.

That voice...

At the next moment, I was unexpectedly shaking the heart of Celias greatly.

"- 'Okay'. You didn't tell me. You couldn't."

Merea had her cloudless eyes pointed at Celias as if she had finally gotten an answer to years of questions and was refreshed.

From the appearance of carrying the sky while the universe made me feel no fine dust, such as the air of giving up.

Celias, who thought the lack of movement of Merea was strong or something, was also starting to feel a small discomfort from around here.

But they couldn't see what it was.

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Melea was finally finding an answer to the discomfort she intuitively remembered after confronting Celias.

When I saw my face just now in the face of a razor blade, the answer was floating in my chest.

- This guy, even though he's vibrant - yuck.

It was like I was looking at myself a while ago.

Floating in shimmering water, his statue was shaken by a beautiful swing of bubbles, creating a strange twist.

Though I believed that I would no longer have the luxury of being who I am today, I remembered how I was some time ago thanks to that precarious mirror.

There, the figure of Celias in front of him overlapped with wonder.

Strong indeed.

Probably top of all the living people I've ever met.

It uses unique sealing ceremonies specific to the vs. Demon King, and also independently exploits the former Demon King's ceremonies.

Maybe I'm just not aware of it, and I'm probably using more surgical formulas. Even when caught up with the speed of the white thunder, for a moment a surgical formation appeared to be floating in both eyes of Serious. Maybe he has a special demon eye.

Anyway, Celias masterfully utilizes the power of quite a few demon kings.

One procedure at a time is not a big one, but I take out that 'element' and use it cleverly.

Unlike myself, I may have a tattered 'surgical sensation'.

Yet,

- You're supposed to be strong and shiny...

For some reason there was a 'thinness' that seemed not to be on the spot.

When I realized that, I felt like I figured out why Celias didn't answer that question.

'Where are you going after the victory'.

Celias snapped at the answer.

I felt uncomfortable then.

It's only my prediction.

But when I remembered Celias' reaction to the words spinning on my skin, I was convinced.