Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"-"

"Hiccup!!

It was only for a moment that it breathed smoke. A black seed like coal enters, and a red copper smoke instantly wraps them both up so that they can play.

The momentum was tremendous. However, it does not expand or diffuse beyond a certain range.

The black tsu, which would have grown from the seed, rooted on the ground, and there were buds that were still likely to have large wheels. Keep breathing smoke for a few moments.

Swallow by the black clouds, Noir landed well in a blind situation.

Get down on your knees and pick up the sickle with your unfamiliar left hand.

"Goho!?............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Haaaaaa, but...... now it's the same as the seniors, just the seniors will hurt a little more, duh."

[The Black Lotus of Yellow Springs (Dark Lotus)] produces instant virulent gases. More to the point, it's magic that spreads the virus. It enters the body, parasitizes and multiplies into magic, and runs through the entire body from the blood, including magic.

The route of infection is both air and contact infections.

The reason why the range doesn't expand is because the virus is degenerating the noir's magic sphere as a toxin. In other words, it dies quickly in the atmosphere due to the deterioration of magic information. At the same time, the tsu spraying the virus withers without waiting for a few minutes.

But even at this close range, trying to hold his breath, Ars has a scratch on his forehead. It is possible to infect them with certainty.

(I can't prevent this, because I let my blood stain me every night thinking about my senior)

I would have had a full smile immersed in pleasure if it hadn't been for the pain.

Magic degeneration is not like being able to improvise. Not to mention when expressing it as magic, the [Black Lotus of Yellow Springs (Dark Lotus)], which requires an enormous amount of magic and time - too much time for magic activation - needs to complete the degeneration phase beforehand. This enables activation without going through the AWR. The seed itself serves as a magic trigger. Some kind of delayed magic, I can't say.

The Magic Virus assimilates with the other's Magic Power in the body and continues to destroy tissue. In a matter of seconds, the whole body becomes strange and the skin darkens. And in less than a minute, he vomited black blood and died.

The intense pain at that moment will be intolerable, and the feeling of nerves being invaded will not be long before they scream. How many times has Noir seen him suffer, albeit slightly?

"Huh, where's the senior? Spit out your drooling blood quickly. Show me you're freaking out and cramping like a deer, I don't want to burn you."

The sweat on his forehead also gazes as he shelters his right arm, stained bright red at most. I'm in the mood to see the black silhouette-only Ars and be rushed right now or not.

It's frantically burning.

(Killed. I killed him.)

Results that can't even be covered. There is already a distorted face in my brain that I can't even ask for Ars' help. Even if you know what I mean, the toki on your chest when you look straight at it is hard to replace anything.

I'm going to scream delightfully now.

Red copper smoke begins to disappear fragmentarily. That started to clear up like a bug eater. The deterioration of information will be about right. The second reading starts counting down with the body clock.

Shortly afterwards, the smoke began to swirl towards the center.

The sight is as if it were rewinding the moment it erupted smoke.

The vortex concentrates in front of the noir.

"Yes? - Huh!!!

A pitch-black sword tip was released from the center. The vortex gathers around the knife and condenses, and now the headwind blows. That's a harmless breeze.

stroke the sesame grass in a radial fashion. The person at the center of it is Ars with the same expression as before the expression of [Black Lotus of Yellow Springs (Dark Lotus)] shakes his dark hair messily.

The foot, which was taken a big step, set the distance from the noir within a definite killing range.

"Nah!!

Why, the word is slow in front of the earliest Ars poke. Protrude the sickle pattern with your unfamiliar left hand reflexively, causing the pattern to break into the poking orbit at a tiny spot.

The system will not be satisfactorily powered by the left hand, which is unfamiliar with tilting. Noir put his eyes full to avoid being played.

I came here and the tip of the pitari and the knife stopped the movement. And Ars' wrist returns, and the knife is paid by the horizontal giraffe to go straight back and forth.

(-!! Feinto!!

Not yet, in time. The sickle was returned to its original position by a comma few seconds apart. Yeah, we made it.

It is not hard to imagine an almost intact Ars outpacing the speed of the noir in this situation. But the only thing she had in mind right now was to turn to defense.

I can't stand any more pain.

I didn't like this one-sided pain. That's why it's too late when you realize you were a bad hand.

"Shit-"

Now prevent it from feeling shaken down.

Noir saw it was a fatal choice. The knife that Ars wielded is endowed with the magic of cutting off the space he has shown in previous battles.

It's too easy a mistake for her to have no means or magic left to prevent that. No, I guess it was all definitely getting closer to death on Ars' palm.

If I had been calmer, I would have avoided it, not prevented it - while I thought so. No, it's not. It was designed so that it could not be avoided.

If it had been dodgable, it would have launched an attack that anticipated it.

The knife of Ars turns down the pattern of the Great Sickle and flashes aimlessly at the torso of the noir in a straight line.

(Oh, this is nice... I don't need the two of you. But just a little... I regret it)

I gave up, but somewhere I felt so bad about my chest. This moment has no general pain, no distance, no fear. Delays in time that seem to flow even in horse running lights. I wonder if the brain is also causing it to malfunction, or more importantly, is it achieving an unthinkable high speed rotation?

It was already better for Noir both ways.

I never thought that waiting for death would be this long. Still a moment of intense moments. Instead of thinking, something fills the inside like you let your body soak in the water.

Such an intimate sense of happiness did not create the same expression of despair that humans would have just before death.

Noir, who closed his eyes with a hoot, had an innocent smile on his face.

The moment the blade touches the top of the garment, the knife spins half a turn and the knife's wax beats the flank of the noir against expectations.

Though that was so powerful that it seemed to weaken for Noir, who was prepared to die.

"- Woo!!!

Awesome impact on the left flank, which was completely defenseless. Then I blow my body to break. When he found out he had been kicked, he heard the sound of a vacillation and a few broken ribs, and Noir's body was flying through the universe.

The sickle moves away from his hand, just without the skill to exchange it for a blow to the point of violence, and the kicked away body is beaten to the ground many times.

After rolling like a doll, he stopped a few steps ahead of Molwald and held his body unconsciously. The pain of rubbing your face to the ground and suffering can't even roll around.

"Ugh...... Awww!! Ita...... y, a... gee ho!?

Hold your flank to squat in pain. Instead of my voice, I couldn't even breathe well. I don't suppose the bones are piercing the lungs, but I only know that they are oppressed.

Bleeding saliva dripping from the end of the mouth. All I could do was rant bitterly and get bored.

…………

Ars stood still against the noir without hanging from his teeth. What have I done now? The blade I unleashed with the intention of killing for sure slipped away just before - itself.

It is not for positive motion, etc. Noir should have fully realized his defeat in the evidence.

It was an action that was inconsistent with the proposal.

What caused it, Ars reminded him of what he saw in the moment now. I only go back to the information I saw because I didn't think about it. But that's futile.

Because Ars himself still remembers the cause in a progressive way. The look on Noir's face distracted him from the blade.

It is no longer the face of killing. A young face with a future. Only those few moments have a look no different than Tesfir or Alice. That's what gave me the flicker.

There should be no legitimate death in the noir, which has killed several people and humans, including Ars.

Als hesitated at the end to kill while he knew it. Maybe that was an expression of my shallow wishes. It is already too late and the two will continue to kill humans.

Maybe I couldn't kill her here because I'm looking for that redemption to be somewhere. If we do that, Ars won't be able to go back to that noisy place. That's what I felt.

Ars had his hands open and closed to ascertain his physical abnormality. Even though I know it doesn't make sense, I have to understand that this is a result derived from what he himself has chosen - what he has cultivated.

I realize I have myself convinced somewhere if I think so.

An angry curse ripped silent silence when he had a chested face somewhere.

"Noirruh!!! What are you doing? Stand up and finish him off!!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Molwald approached Noir with outrage. That gait keeps Ars alert or carves a short interval so he can be rushed.

"What are you doing? Enough playing already!! If you kill him, then you're the best. And I can take the lead. You know that."

"... tz, haaaa, guh!?

"I'm asking if you know what I mean!!! You can't possibly feel the pain, because I did."

Shake your legs beside the noir. The tip of the fine leather shoe pierced the flank that the noir suppressed so that it could decide.

"Awwwwwww!!!! Kaha!!"

Make sure it overflows from your mouth and bleeds. Severe pain, eyes closed so tight that tears accumulate and cheeks are transmitted as if to cause nausea.

Twice or three times, every time the Moroccan exasperation kicks you in the ass, you can help.

Blood splashes from his mouth, calling him with a cry that doesn't even make him a voice.

I grabbed my hair and forced my face up.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"You can still do this, Noir?

"Hey!! MORWELD!! You......"

"It's Major General, Visaist! I guess I'll have to get this guy to work because you won't do anything. Besides, this is no reason for Noir not to fight!! Isn't that right, Noir, don't be happy as usual, bad boy, eh!!

Let go of your hand to slap, make a blunt noise and wave your feet. I beat him like a pendulum over and over again, and sweat floats on his Morwegian forehead. Breathing began to run out, but by then, Noir couldn't even scream anymore, turning him into a doll just spitting red blood out of his mouth. Whether it's nose or mouth, breathing sounds like leaf whistles are complaining about wind headlights.

"Come on, man!

It was when the vigilante took a step forward.

"Haa, haa...... whoa!?

Are you tired, the kick ended empty-handedly as if someone had pushed you in the back. With all the repartitioning, Molwald sets a fingertip aim on her flank, swollen enough to tell even from above her clothes.

Large shake coat.

"Oh, Amen?

When I stood on one leg, my vision was inclined and my balance was not maintained. Shaken feet rush to the ground to rebuild their inclined bodies beyond standing.

Dossy vibrations run all over your body, making it sound like a point.

"Hmm?"