Maouyome

From the beginning, Lefia changed.

I think about my friend on the other side of my back right now.

A well-balanced style, striking enough to make you fall in love. Fine, skin with flax hair that seems soft and flowing, and clear chimes.

Even same-sex looks can make you feel dodgy, but they won't let you get attached to it at all. On the other hand, I'm actually somewhere unsure, and I'm strong and stubborn, and I'm familiar with short distances from people, and I like you...

It overlays and weaves the magic of confidence as it captures the Sunra in front of you in the middle of your sight.

Always caught the attention of your people.

- Deep, deep.

Stay at the center of people's consciousness, in the middle of it.

- Heavy, hard, deeper.

Stay there at some point.

That's when, naturally.

- Concentrate your consciousness on magic manipulation.

I enjoy being with you when I realize it.

That alone made me feel safe somewhere.

If you ask Sunra how she is, her vision will also show shards such as Won-sha's appearance. I'm not aware of any shards such as Wonsha's appearance, I just keep on capturing all the refia.

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... at all, difficult friends (...) people (...) though.

"... yes, go for it"

"Belle Adone......"

If you gently urge him to stay where he is, he will return a fine and uneasy whine.... Not at all.

I won't let you worry about anyone else.

Everywhere you like.

Stick your neck in other personnel at all times.

Weave multiple pieces of refined magic together.

The moment Lefia was unconscious, Sunra moved.

"I can't let you!

Before Sunra packs the chunks of magic she puts together on hand, she slaps them all toward her feet.

A compressed mass of magic can play on the ground, showing a big twist, spreading ripples with shock.

Sunra stopped in the aftermath of the shock and the dry earth and dust rose heavily.

"Go! Lefia!"

"... Gu!

I feel the refia rushing out of the spot with all her strength to indulge in something much more on her back.

Signs turn away and run away.

So yeah.

Do what you have to do.

If I go all the way to what I have to do, yeah.

Wonderful.

Each one of them, each other.

Shadows loom from rising dust.

Against Halvard's impending cut as if worn, he firmly identifies it and gently pours his willingness into the magic thread connected to his fingertips.

... It's okay. I can stay calm.

Thanks to Lefia, I was able to regain myself thanks to watching Lefia fight.

Keeping himself strangely calm, he firmly identifies the impending Halvard, while expanding the magic poured into him at the tip of the magic thread.

The ground bulged wide, and a mass of dirt shaped the figure of man.

A puppet doll with a dirt mass cuts up the blade tip of Halvard, approaching an inch away from the tip of his nose.

Played by momentum, the dirt puppet is shattered and scattered.

A slightly off track blade tip penetrated right next to the slightly tilted cheek.

The edge of the blade plunders the cheeks.

He slit a piece of skin and sliced past it without a blade tip, and stuffed it into its nostalgia, in a terribly calm mood.

It's okay.... I'm not scared anymore.

He sinks his body like a mistake, turns behind Sunra as his body flows and stays in momentum, widening and opening up the magic thread.

The area has now been dyed with its own magic.

countless scattered debris large and small.

Ground stepped on stone floor. Stone walls.

Mediation doesn't bother me at all.

The ingredients overflow with sesame seeds.

This place also becomes a battlefield for rumors.

... of the puppet master, but on the battlefield.

Off-target, Sunra, who lost sight of her goal, stepped on a multitude of good steps and looked back slowly.

Before it is captured again by its light, it broadens the magic thread greatly and communicates its will to the surroundings dyed with its own magic.

"... wake up, mistresses!

Not at all, I don't know.

I can't believe we're cleaning up our opponents like a distorted, vicious mass of magic with a magical force push directly from the front. Foolishly enough.

Numerous pieces of rubble, large and small, roll at your feet, distorting your shape and transforming you into a beautifully fleshed Maori-like figure.

Naturally, of course, naked.

A bunch of naked Maori-like statues in Reiki Macho flock to Sunra and fly away.

"Ngu!

Sunra swings through Halvard, crushing away a swarm of impending statues.

I think I looked up to the boulder for its power to wrap it up in one swing. But if it's crushed, it's just crushed, if it's broken, it's broken, it keeps creating new statues.

What did Wonsha think?

Swordsmen have a way of fighting swordsmen.

The sorcerer has a way of fighting the sorcerer.

The puppeteer has the puppeteer's, the way to fight.

Mix into the shadow of a bunch of statues and tangle the magic thread at your fingertips further into your own phantom crystal.

If it's inferior to physical ability, if it's not fast enough.

You can fill that difference in another way.

While manipulating a bunch of statues together, he simultaneously manipulates the body of his phantom crystal with his own magic thread to aid in movement.

Shadows to shadows of shattered statues.

Continue to avoid Sunra's attacks while confusing, entangling, and deceiving you to never narrow your focus on yourself.

"Huh, only the numbers are splendid, but too brittle! This stuff just ends in vain where you created how much!

Red and black flaming walls boil up, swallowing swarms of statues.

While it continues to be crushed and destroyed, it continues to increase the number of statues and observe the Sunra at its center.

How can I defeat Sunra?

What should I do?

The same thing happened where it hit the dark clouds.

No matter how much magic you weigh, there's no point if you can't put one scratch on it.

Even though it was an abbreviated construction, I couldn't do any damage with all that magic attack.

Is it the work that lacked magic power?

... No.

Something fundamentally makes it different.

Think. Think, think, think.

Why don't you interrupt your thoughts?

Don't miss anything trivial, follow the thread and grab the answer.

I couldn't let any magical damage pass.

Nonetheless, Lefia's flying kick played Sunla. I made him kick the side of it.

You can't just give up a flying kick.

Even though other attacks were prevented, they reached Sunla's body. In the first place, the fact that it was taken at that Halvard also meant that if it was taken, the Lefia attack would have reached Sunla.

Keep moving from shadow to shadow while concentrating on Sunla's behavior and keep observing how it goes.

The magic doesn't arrive, if it's a direct attack, it does.

... Yes, it magically doesn't reach Sunra. Why.

Why can't magic reach Sunra?

Disperse "Ice Spear Projection (Ice Javelin)" in a bunch of statues and release it to try from a position where it should be a blind spot.

The spear of ice unleashed toward Sunla, though, is inhibited by a red and black flame in front of it and extinguishes it.

That turned out the same no matter how many times I tried it.

Um, red and black flames.

That red and black flame swallows an imminent magical attack, and it's all prevented.

I won't let you know what that red and black flame is.

I don't know...

Stretch the magic thread inside your own subspace and connect it to a more combative wreckage, not an impromptu statue.

A wreck soldier who immediately gave way from Aya.

Among other things, to the 'wreck murderer' with a special mechanism.

... if it's him.

"Interpretation equals toys.... Stupid."

Sunra's magic explodes.

Leaving for a moment, the red and black flames bounced radially loud around Sunla herself. They're going to blow it all together and at once.

… but that naturally falls within the scope of the assumption.

Collect statues on each side with the will of the magic thread and superimpose them instead of walls.

Red and black blast flames and shocks swept away the perimeter.

After releasing all this range attack!

The statues you created will return to the rubble heap once and for all by exploding flames. The wrecked murderer, who had been blown up and kept hidden in the shadow of the shattered statue, was directed at Sunra, shortly after he had let his power release, and attacked him.

A skeleton-like skeleton murderer with both sharp, pointy needle-shaped wrists, seemingly wearing light armor, flies at a agile rate from beneath the collapsed rubble.

"Smart imitation!

The blade of the wreck murderer, which flew like an arrow, was prevented by a swing of Halvard before its cutting-edge reached Sunla.

... Akan.

It won't arrive like this.

As it is, the decision-maker lacks it.

Instead of the blown statues, he pulls the bare skeleton soldiers from his own subspace.

If you are a wreckage soldier made exclusively for puppet art, it is more than impromptu statues, and its endurance and attack power are not comparable.

But to that extent, it doesn't change much in front of Sunra.

Manipulate the magic thread and beat the wreckage soldiers in line to Sunla.

In a flash. Yeah.

Even for a moment. Yeah, I can't stop Sunra from moving.

Keep hiding in the shadows of the wreckage soldiers crushed by Harvard, while continuing to think of a hand for it.

I can't reach magic from a distance.

Even if you approach a close distance, the blade will not reach you if you are reacted to by Sunra.

If it's the only chance of defeating Sunra in the current battle, it's just "The Wreck Murderer" by Aka-chan.

To stick that blade out, even for a moment. Yeah, I can't stop Sunra from moving.

To do this...

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This is the only way to reveal it.

Prepare yourself with one hand in mind as you capture the wreckage soldiers one after the other in your sight.

One spell that I put on my belt fastening.

This is a very, very important spell that has engraved a certain special magic formation. Probably the only person in this world, the only one I have, a special magic formation.

It was with strong thoughts that I squeezed the curse all the way through.