Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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The day after the Bellicks were forced into temporary detention. It was quietly reflecting a rough early morning in a white sky. It seemed as if this roar had arrived with a vividly strangely clear air, even at a long distance from the protective wall.

By that time the harsh progression had been taking place slowly. No, that was the only way to get to a certain distance, but there was a problem where it was sure to get close. No, it was just a sensational performance for him rather than a problem.

"Wow, wow!! How dare you? That's all I've ever collected."

"Looks like Alpha was still helping out back there."

The clear morning air of the outside world is instantly repainted. Every one of my men I brought in was hooked on the trap to hold back progress toward my goal. He's the one who ordered it.

Crokel didn't even hang his men on his teeth, just to surprise him with the amount of traps he had. Traps comparable to the amount placed by one country in defense were skillfully planted. When the magic of various systems instantly flashes, it scatters an awesome blast.

Even though there is no liquid attached to the garment by magic, when you tap it over the garment as if you were going to pay off your buddy's dust.

"I can see that. Even though it's all too late, that's when the Führer of Alpha noticed."

Croquel, who had a glaring look at the look on his face at the meeting, was honest with the long-time Führer. I'm too unresponsive. I wonder if I could have moved it to execution sooner if this were the case.

That said, that's an emotional story - yes, this is an emotional story.

Crokel's feet were feeling ahead of her by the thought of being rushed unconsciously.

Although I just can't see the demon shadow, like a walk, I can't even say that. Because the psyche of the hunter and the hunter is endlessly separated.

Though.

- I wouldn't have a hard time if he was such a coward.

My men, who brought dozens, were so diminished that when I gave them a peek into the cold sky morning sun, the number of fingers was enough. Whether you are a criminal against reason as a magician, your strength is by no means inferior to that of a concurrent magician. On the contrary, given the fact that I have survived to this day, my performance is at a very high level.

That's why Croquel never immerses himself in sentiment. Because there is no difference from the beginning. Exactly no one here was cowardly.

I'm sure they hate that trap. Even the enemy sees it.

See the sturdy gray hair walking next door that makes you do that.

It was only then that I met him that he would look like this. I also feel like this young man is the real him, but I feel like Mecphis used to say that this plain body is also treasured as a container.

Crokel turned somewhere blind to him, not showing his face at all.

"Is there anything on it?

"Yi-ya. I just think we're going to be equal to God. I think it's been a long time."

"Exactly when you get older, your tear glands get loose, and you don't say anything like that."

"Old-age treatment is terrible. I'm still in my 20s."

"This is disrespectful. I thought you were looking ahead when you said you were going to be real."

"In the end, Ars, you're only a roadside stone, too. In the first place, it's just a collection because it starts with my mistake."

Neither would there be such an unlike conversation in the outside world. I was relaxed by the everyday atmosphere when it came to lack of tension.

Hazan, who had previously listened in silence, did not even try to hide his frustration, but listened thoroughly behind his back. His distractions are, at best, to the point of bypassing the boring death of his men. I wanted to see at least a little bit of what I hated and put my hands down to chase the runaway rabbit, but it was really boring to jump into the trap with joy myself.

I hear it's time to join the conversation.

"Nevertheless, you will probably die. Well, other than me, I guess I'm gonna die."

"Heh, that's a shame. I wanted to see a new world."

"Doesn't he seem happy about something?

"Because I had a feeling about that, too. It sounds interesting to overshadow that, too. It's a weird story, but I've never felt the real feeling of being this body and living. So he wants to die once."

Croquel also smiled, showing his teeth at Mekfis, who had a flashing grin. Crazy is the world. Normal thinking is not required from the edge.

"Good luck if you wish..."

Mecphis didn't have time to return the overflowing words and stopped at the same time Crokel stopped on the pretend.

Another man in front of me hooked up to a trap to remember one of the fools, and the blast raised the firepillar to heaven. With black smoke spreading, it is intentionally paid for. His breath blew through the gap between the giant trees outside.

And -.

"I didn't know you were getting mixed up in a single. I was a blind spot, too."

Seeing the boy waiting for him before sunshine, Krokel lifts his cheeks even more. It is a scorching being, the greatest harm.

"Sooner or later, you'll find out. And it's surprising. I was hoping it would take a while to find you, but I didn't know you'd welcome me from there."

Ars wrapped around a pink black robe. The geometric pattern appeared loud on its surface layer.

And a silver-haired girl who slipped from behind and showed up.

"Number five, Croquel. You did it, didn't you?"

Kick-through gaze is pointed, but Toro's croquel reveals a sense of surprise.

"Oh, what the heck... I thought I was going to pick one exactly when I ran away to the outside world... okay? I'll kill you."

A mouthful that honors a cold smile in a cold, narrowed eye. Even when he saw it, Loki proceeded without cowardice.

"At least if I were here, I'd have to turn my back on this one, and naturally it's not enough for the miscellaneous fish there."

"That's the thing. Don't turn around unnecessarily, you'll just die first anyway"

At the time of his appearance, Ars is confident that a settlement will be reached on this one. Although it's a battle with a bad eye for what I've seen, Ars doesn't die early now.

Look at your hair like silver thread in front of you and then point your gaze at them.

"Right, well, this one's fine, okay"

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Shortly after Crokel raised one hand, the two remaining men, who had refrained from doing so, left or right - one with his arm protruding from his chest and sprinkling blood splashes, died instantly without being aware. The other blew up letting his whole body bone smash by an auspicious arm wielded from behind him. He falls to the crashed trunk, but he wasn't already in the shape that people should be.

It was an instant event, so much so that you might mistake it for bringing a doll from the beginning.

Crokel, who instructed it, did not go through with it.

"It's a waste of time. Either way, I'm in trouble if they don't die... and what the hell can that kid do?

"I wonder if you're rushing because you do crazy things, you're very clever. I don't care what you can do if you realize it after you're dying."

No one stood by the voice of Ars, who conceived anger somewhere. On the contrary, Hazan and Mekfis, who eliminated their men, each open their mouths without changing their creepy grin.

"If only there were a few smarter people, this world would have changed. The emergence of the demon in question is just a elimination, it must be a human being to unite human beings, something someone must do."

…………

Mecphis told me with more sadness than was necessary for words from the heart. I have a feeling of too unusual suspicion that the figure, itself, is emitting magic. They even wondered if he was wearing real human skin.

"You fed Iris a lot. Looks like you're having fun."

After killing one, Hazan made a muscle cut on his own body with a small razor-sharp peeling blade. Were they also adding strength, etc. to their opponents, or they just had to seep through the thin laps and blood.

The brown skin of steel lifts the chest muscles and makes them peek from between clothes. No sheath was found in the pattern of the sword stabbing at his hips, and the pale blunt color was dull and glowing. Beastly fierce eyes grinned as worthy.

"Is that the big fat ass you were then? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Butch - Sounds like some kind of blood vessel has been cut off rings near Hazan. It was at the same time a matter of losing sight of the giant in an instant, without a tremendous sense of intimidation - no, those who would lose sight of it on this occasion were not alone, including Loki.

Ars and Loki had surely looked firmly at the shadows looming in sight, incisive and dodged just before the auspicious arms were swung down.

The ground is crushed. The trees swung.

Ars praised his inner and bitterly enough first-degree power for an attack that merely entangled magic. Although it is a slightly evil idea that it would have been much easier if this had simply gone towards the outside world.

Whatever.

"That's the way it looks."

Naturally there is no pursuit, it must have been a blow to the point of a small hand check.

Still, I see a little light at a time when I haven't been able to restrain my emotions... most importantly, it was as expected. Ars is absorbing his magic in a battle in Balmes. For this reason, it was possible to read from the magical power poured into the magical choices and configurations in the sensory part that they traced the apparently abusive configurations. Regardless, I would never have felt this by nature, but pure magic did not fit into the composition in his case.

That's why I got a personality view.

"Holla, calm down a little. [incomprehensible]

Croquel con taps his head just the same height behind Hazan, who buries his arm on the ground, to knock.

"Reschedule. You kill that little one first."

"Hey! You're not making a promise!?

"I told you. Either you can't beat him. I don't mind dying, but honestly, I'm in the way... you know what I mean."

Hazan admitted, spitting ill on the special victory, to a clear blue eye directed from so close a distance. Hazan would have eaten and hung up when it came to winning or losing, but he was reluctantly broken by the pressure of not letting him say whether Croquel was present or not.

to Hazan, who turns his neck to be infidel.

"You've been in Klama a long time, too. You can come back if you kill me."

"Otherwise you snort..."

of softly rising Hazan muttered softly, "Well, let's get started" - the moment, the giant rushes to a foot.

A body entangled with magic like a torrent momentarily stops in front of Loki. I felt the nature of magic switching to the wind system was made to understand shortly after I moved into evasive action.

There is no magic expression, but it is retained at a stage where magic triggers the phenomenon of an entity called the wind.

It strikes Loki across the street like it can be tapped. Received directly in front of her, she realized that her feet were slightly off the ground just before she took evasive action, and she couldn't earn any distance to evade without stepping on them.

Get fit instantly.

The rocky fist that could be swung up from directly below was just a blow, but even the earlier attack would definitely take some bone with it.

In a moment Loki and Ars make eye contact.

Yes, this is where the war begins.

Loki smoothly transmits her magic in a space where she can't avoid a monotonous attack without using her previous detection sonar. He slapped the sides of a giant fist without some madness with force to the limit on his arm.

I twist like I was bounced off my body instead of being able to deviate that fist.

Having done his fist through the side, Loki left it to his spinning body to slap the spinning kick into his neck like a round too. I can't inflict any damage in the end, but still pay back with a cheap attack.

Comma, with his arms on the scaffold in a few seconds of stagnation. Loki made a huge jump and disappeared into the bush.

Aside from his own thoughts, Hazan, who is flabbergasted, is unable to immediately grasp what happened to him when he was hit by a single shot.

but -.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! You can't just kill me anymore hey!!!

A roar of wild cloudiness raised blood all at once on Hazan's head. Anger that causes eclampsia. Overflowing passion exhales vast amounts of magic with emotion. On the contrary, with more time to understand the situation, his fist, which was gripped by a critical stiffness, and the rising blue muscle exposed his ferocity and willingness to kill.

Like a giant demon, the giant who chases after Loki with his bloody eyes snaps down the trees one after the other on his stomach.