Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Together, the Ars are rushing toward the Alpha - the defensive line.

Already plugged up to the 20km point, but the ominous sight told the story of the situation leaning in a bad direction.

Despite the alleged signs of fighting from earlier, only the bodies of some magicians have been left unharmed. I don't think there are any survivors. It was a tragedy.

Come here. Already the Squad 0 crew have defeated more demons than they can count. However, the anxiety of not seeing the front line is burning around the section. The tense look represents a bad situation.

Lindelf predicted the progress of the war from the situation.

"That's the first front line around here. If so, it will now be quite retrogressive. Let's hurry."

The crew, who only tilted their ears, pulled their jaws and moved their legs even faster.

That the demons you've defeated so far are not just spider shaped, what does that mean? There will be no one who does not know.

It was certain that the other demons, inspired by the spider-shaped demons - the halves of Arakune - began their progression in unison. However, to progress on a large scale, there should be a high rate that drives it.

Shortly after he felt the chill, he howled as Nike quickly informed him of the threat as he responded. The crew swings their gaze to keep an eye on the imminent danger. It is nearly impossible to discern the numerous demons already in the way Nike barks. That's why I was only informing the demons I approached.

The squad, which changed direction where the fighting was fierce, strengthens its body there. A large amount of blood spit out of the magician by the bright red burned out trees was reflecting heat on the orange.

A hell of a picture of a demon not afraid of flames devouring a magician.

Predation had already shown that there were no survivors around here. It was the Ars who stepped down there.

The situation sucked. No, if only nearly forty low-rate demons could cut through it.

But when the crew sees a giant demon squeaking in the center, they pull out the AWR while stiffening the umbilicus (here).

Elena overflowed with dismay at the head.

"Why is the Auga species [Rosocarg] here..."

A red dot in the orbit reflects the swings of the flame. The hyena-like sunken hair ran to his back, and his swollen limbs had raised muscles. Black fingernails are sticking out of my fingertips.

The A-rate [Rosocarg] is a particularly frequently encountered demon. And has appearing on this occasion evolved to the end of absorption, or has it multiplied by spider progression and attacked?

Since demonic blood and roar have the effect of calling demons, I presume that they are probably driving this massive progression.

He said he was stretching his legs to the ground in a tragic tragedy like time had stopped.

"Target [Rosocarg] Striking out more crusades than this!!

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The crew, who returned to me to Lindelf, raising his voice, nodded with a tight look, not out of sight. Crusading high rates here should cause less demons and confusion. You shouldn't want to break through Babel's protective wall if you're just being brought to the top [Rosocarg] on this occasion.

But it was immediately repainted with amazement.

Because Ars was in the sight of all the crew. In a straight line, he runs without any hesitation as he draws his sword to Rosocarg.

"Ars! Wait, let's work together..." Lindelf, who hand-held the crew he launched, said after turning a blind eye to Elina. "Rosocarg leaves it to the two of us, and the rest is a sweep around him," he said.

The crew were supposed to have fought well in the flames. Definitely decreasing the number of demons… but where they sprung from, they came from the ground, overflowing from the sky.

Just as the crew were exhausted until fatigue could be seen, their blue-faced faces complained of the depletion of their magic.

Nike is sure to bite down the demon just before the mutation at Lindelf's direction. Demons whose bodies start to deform or show signs of mutation may increase rates by more than one step, as they cannot immediately replace absorbed magic but still make a difference depending on the individual difference. Nike definitely slaughtered that moment of unprotected rigidity.

And Ars is in a melee with Elena when it comes to it. In response to Rosocarg's attack, which wrapped a burning flame around his arm, he scratches a hard outer shell. That was so fierce that even the double-digit magician Elena finally chased him.

Fire powder burns his cheeks every time he crosses a kender, but Ars doesn't even blink. He focuses on every step of the demon.

The demon's feet were also wrapped with flaming dust, and he was swept away beside him.

Bend it and dodge it, but the legs of the demon until it is vicious will scatter vast flames, and Ayama will likely burn the crew from behind.

A blow can lead to instant death. You know that. Als' movement was increasing speed and he was beginning to overwhelm the responding rosocarg. Elena also looks at the gap and bites her teeth at the fact that she is making an attack but is becoming unable to cope.

That was the time, when he stepped out with his maximum magic foot as he jumped towards the side of Rosocarg, frightened by the blow of Ars. Rotate longitudinally in the air for a few turns, centrifugal force to drop the heel.

Moment after moment, Ars sensed what Elena had tried to do with the signs.

"What!!

Shortly before dropping his heel, Ars stuck his arm out of the side and poked Elena.

Elena bites her lips as she rolls to be flown straight to the side and immediately raises her gaze with her hands on the ground. Rosocarg was trying to unleash magic on Ars as he opened his mouth and jumped on the ray. It was unclear how much damage they would have done if they had done the magic as it was, but I didn't think I could defeat them with one blow. If it were, Elena, who can't travel in the air, would surely have died by the magic of Rosocarg, who is about to let go now.

That seemed the same to Ars, who took his place. However, shortly after, the sword swung up from directly below and Rosocarg's neck bounced up and a fire column rose over it.

but the price is too great. Ars switched his sword horizontally and slammed it up in the back because the blade could not be expected to have a devastating effect simply by cutting it. The AWR was thereby crushed and scattered from the middle abdomen with the crushing sound.

This couldn't stand the output because the brittleness of the AWR magically condensed the power to just jump up rather than cause it. The jaw part of the rosocarg is crushed like a crack, dos. I am dripping black fluid.

Seeing Ars throw away the broken AWR, Elina regretted being trapped in her footsteps. It's not a faulty thing to blame from other people's point of view, but the result is to blame her as it were. Losing a weapon is a lifesaver in the outside world.

"Ars!"

So Ars firmly grabbed the sword that flew through the universe with his voice raised. With the new AWR in hand, the sense of impatience cannot be exhausted, but rather it recruits. At first, he thought it would be easier to sweep away with the most advanced magic, but at such close range, he couldn't possibly use it if he looked at the possibility of getting involved, and he inevitably had to bring it into melee.

I threw the AWR that Lindelf, who was looking out for the offense, was lowering, but it shouldn't be useless if it wasn't inherently apt for the lineage.

But Elena stroked her chest down in a daze at Ars, who handled the AWR of Lindelf's water system with ease of intent.

Huh.

(But, Ars, you should have been in the fire system)

I also feel that the fire system has only been used by Ars from time to time.

Lindelf, on the other hand, was feeling thin. I don't know. Sometimes it's better than nothing.

Ars is thankless and the sword trident repeats itself as he outshines Rosocarg's onslaught. I avoided seeing if I was cut off because it was a brittle body that would be exhausted if I took a single blow. Sometimes Lindelf is less than third class as a magician, and most of his ranking is a feat of that skillful tactic - which has also been since he joined this unit. If you followed the original, sentinel duty had only the strength to do the job properly. Because we know that, AWR was only thinking for emergencies. It's like having it just to protect yourself in the first place.

The evidence suggests that Rosocarg's outer skin begins to scream against thinly run wounds. No matter how much magic it covers, the material difference is huge.

Elena could only do what she was watching, but there was no way she would actually do anything. To forcibly bring Ars home when something is more important than being a double-digit magician, whether it's a last resort or not. Priority should be given to Ars' life.

But my back gradually pops as I stare at it to monitor it. The gaze was directed at Ars, not Rosocarg. More to the point, on the mouth.

"I'm laughing..."

It was an unworthy abusive grin given his age. Makes me feel like I'm not seeing around you. Symptoms seen in the outside world when the spirit was confused in front of the demon, but in this case it looked like he was enjoying the fight.

"Lindelphu!!

The voice climbed like a scream from a trooper who was confronted with low rates around him. The voice that followed was the Terminator.

Lindelf shook his head like he had been bounced, but at that time a deep laceration was so deep that it could not be repaired on the body of a gobbly, spitting trooper that he was running and dyeing his uniform bright red. The sassy, fading complexion pops out the worst results.

"Elena!!" I speak up and tell her that I will withdraw immediately, but it was when she called me back for the third time.

Sweat sticks to her cheeks and forehead that makes her feel thin and cold, even though she says it's in there where the heat can stand.

"A, Mr. Ars, it's retreat...... Mr. Ars?

It was a voiceless voice, but not so small that it could not be heard. The lack of response still brings up the feeling and the danger.

Lost in judgment, Elena turned to Lindelf for instructions to be led by agitation.

"I have no choice. Pull off forcefully. I'm gonna crack it, so you take Ars in that gap and leave. I don't mind letting you pass out."

"-!! Then Mr. Lindelf..."

Because the words that follow understand the importance of the role to be performed. Nodding at the same time, but it was Elena who stepped out.

Mr. Lindelf can't make a gap.

That's what I said. I set up to peek at the opportunity. Grab hold of Elena's shoulders vigorously so I can control her.

……

"Captain's orders. Definitely make a gap and show it. I couldn't help being a magician, let me do the captain thing for the last time."

The hand of strength was trembling in small pieces. But that look won't allow Elena to refuse. If you look around, none of the Squad 0's crew stood. I didn't even have a voice to call for help.

It was the last time I called my name to speak to Lindelf. He should have certainly drawn on that intention.

I guess it was a wish that all of us had in common although it was supposed to be just the two of us who were getting instructions from the visaist.

Lindelf was unwavering in his determination that the flames would have to go in and dance away. Twist the tremor of your body against your will with the power of your consciousness alone.

"Mr. Lindelf was a man, too," even spinning to bite naturally. After a slight collapse, Elena returns her gaze.

"Naturally. If only the three of us could make it home alive..."

To Lindelf, who scratched his cheek.

"I don't like it," responded Elena with a laugh. "I'm not interested in anyone waving their tail, you know," she mutters small.

Lindelf, lifting his cheek, ran out foolishly.

"Wow wow wow wow!!

Rush through the flames so you don't feel any heat or anything. But behind Ars as the demons he thought had wiped out even when the soldiers risked their lives were scratched, his mouth was ripped open and attacked from the flames.

"Damn!

Shortly after you think you won't make it, Nike with silver body hair from the side roars down his nails against the demon to capture the demon nucleus.

It was shortly after Ars looked back.

A magnificent body covering his sight lands from the universe with sparkling hair...... As the body of silver thrust up several places before the four legs reached the ground, tentacles as many as the arms burst through the body in front of Ars's eyes to expose him to blood.

Nike, who had been nailed in the air and stalled, dripped a huge amount of blood and fell to the ground making a dong noise at the same time as his tentacles returned.

"Ni, Nike......"

Words spit out of Ars's mouth without force are breaking his knee in front of Nike, completely ignoring the presence of Rosocarg.

Ringing his teeth, Lindelf penetrated without slowing down. Because Rosocarg was waving up a giant arm wrapped in flames without Nike distracting him.

In the blink of an eye as to whether he would make it, Lindelf covered himself with his back as he held Ars' head in his arms.

Close your eyelids vigorously and wait, but I won't come then. Moment after moment, I heard a voice doubting my ears...... Lindelf slashed his lips into the sight he looked back with his eyes open with a reflection.

"I knew you wouldn't make it, Mr. Lindelf..."

Elena is upright with Rosocarg. That's what I knew. Her magic of not being able to intercept a flame-wrapped attack...... in front of Lindelf, she was smiling with her abdomen skewered into her nails.

Smoke is rising by claws heated from the abdomen.

"Hey, what are you doing, Elena..."

"The right material."

Shortly after her breathing, which was vomited with blood, Rosocarg swung through to pull out her nails as Elena's body floated slightly. The lightly thrown body rolled a little in front of the flame as it scattered blood.

Elena's hair, with her face turned to the side, is untied and scattered like a spider's nest.

The bees and Lindelf's teeth snap and chew their lips off over and over again.

"Son of a bitch! -!!"

Driven by enthusiasm, Lindelf stopped moving, shredded by instinctive fear, trying to beat him with his bare hands. Because more fear than the demon in front of him eroded his heart from behind. The enemy felt a threat right behind him, even though Kataki was in front of him.

Nor does Rosocarg look at Lindelf, fixing his gaze behind his back and lagging behind.

Lindelf, looking back, forgot his assignment to let Ars go... no, he must have forgotten the word itself on this occasion.

…………

The side of Ars, who looked stunned at Elena like she had been thrown away, seemed to Lindelf to be shed tears of blood whether the tears shed reflected the flames.

"I should have done it alone from the start..."

Only the words were emitting sounds in this space as the yarn was stretched. No, on the contrary, even though the surrounding sound had disappeared, Lindelf noticed that "ALS!! 'Cause I was supposed to raise my voice, but I couldn't hear it from my mouth as a sound, and I couldn't hear it in my own ear.

Put your hand on your throat, but notice that it's a different consideration. I could not hear any sound of burning flames or other sounds. Even so, only Ars' words go well.

Still, Lindelf kept moving his mouth with a voice that didn't answer.

It was then. The shaking shadow behind her moved away. Did Rosocarg also have an instinctive sense of crisis?

"-!! Ars!"

The unvoiced amazement was because I saw Ars' eyes turned around. There is a crack in both eyeballs, and something like a black, cloudy liquid from that gap covers the eyeball and goes.

Then looking back at the vibrations that rocked the ground, Rosocarg was breaking his knee.

The swollen legs like Marutai are like ruptured doth black blood erupt.

Looking back again, Lindelf was wary that both eyes of Ars were dyed black like orbits. Still, once he regained his calm, when he took a step to get closer to Ars...

Seeing Ars' arms directed at him, the feeling of gradual distortion of vision, now distorted so that his vision could be twisted. The hand stretched out to the slightly visible Ars ended up hollow and unable to grasp anything.

The sight Lindelf saw as he stepped on the dance (if any) … When the distorted view returned, his thoughts did not follow the rushing hustle around him and he shook his head as he looked for Ars.

I should have been in the middle of a fire, but I don't know why I'm in a place like this... enough to suspect that I've gone crazy.

"Hey, I don't know where you're from. What are you doing here? Back off, Master Sisty is ready on the defensive line."

"Where am I! Where is it?"

Grabbing the collar of the magician who rushed over, Lindelf, attracted, curled with impetus, unable to say whether or not.

"What are you talking about, where..."

"Fine, answer me! How far are we from the protective wall?"

"It's a 3 km point... that's fine, you start the retreat too. Circulars are supposed to be going, but it's been a while since the decision was made to lower the front line, and no one else survives, right?

"Yes, no, wait, wait... and the wounded still..."

The man has grabbed his shoulder with a sad face for what Lindelf said when he said so.

"Give it up, I can't do anything about it anymore... and, no, you know what I mean. That's what this place is all about."

"Fuck! I won't talk to you, I'll talk to those up there"

Shortly after releasing his collar to poke away, Lindelf hastily put his hand on his ear, intercepting noise-mixed communications.

"Kiko, Kiko... do you read me... respond..."

"Yes, Captain... more than that, the Ars are still..."

Shortly after I tried to communicate only the requirements because I was in a hurry.

"Hih, what the... I'm not kidding. Hey! This place tastes bad too!!

Seeing the tip the man pointed at, Lindelf could only look sharply at leaving the visaist with his eyes open to the limit.

The sight of a pitch-black serpent flying countless times around the outside world, it was unclear if that was a serpent, but there are no words in Lindelf's knowledge other than to describe it that way.

"Lindelf!!

He replied, pulsating back at me in a reprimand-like voice.

"Are you watching this, too?

"Yes, presumably Ars. Let me turn to the medical team right away."

'Okay. Ask for details later. Aren't you with Ars...'

"That's..."

I scratched and finished reporting on the status quo. Lindelf is approaching critical with the medical team. However, only a sense of impatience was causing incomplete combustion without being able to approach the unidentified black snake yet.

I can't wait another second. Sometimes I've left Ars alone (...), but there's still Elena, Nike, and the crew there.

Oddly enough, the snake disappeared at the same time Lindelf ran out intolerably.