Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Jean found inside what it meant to have her bowels boiled back for the first time in her life. Maybe it's evil if it's good or evil.

I can't even hide it. Hatred is all in my fist. All in my fist......

Jean opens his mouth cool on the surface.

"Mekfis, you took Mr. Hispida..."

"Yeah, it was a really pathetic last time. But she was buried by Sigsam's hand, so she was freed from paranoia in a way."

"Don't you say that!!!

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In a frustration where his whole body hair was upside down, Jean moved in an instant to the front of Mekfis, who imitated Hispida - beating that scornful, pregnant cheek with all-out force. Only pure anger was put on there, just fists.

The Magic Book-shaped AWR overflowing from his hands does not try to get away from the perimeter of Mechfis, but floats in the air to follow after being blown away.

"You must complete your penance and report your remains on Mr. Hispida's grave marker."

The open eyes hold only one anger.

"Mode [Sword of Yatsuhara]"

In Jean's hand [Rageball] turned that figure into a wave of sword. Even the pattern is a monochromatic sword of silogane. Shaping beauty as if it were a work of art.

AWR [Rageball] is just one form. When I discovered this special metal, it was only from the beginning that I looked like a sword.

[The Sword of Yatsuhara] is what it is.

Leaking a cuckoo grin, Mekfis stood up and told him in delightful condition, dripping blood on the edge of his mouth.

"This surprised you. Is it the famous God Killer Sword?"

There is no such thing, it is a sword that appears in fantastic mythology. Although the design of a unique blade sentence is very similar, there is one sentence in the literature that says that it was actually used in the uninterrupted past of hundreds of years, but the basis for supposedly based on historical facts is scarce. Because the origins of existence itself are based on mythology.

It is said that the evil gods who have abandoned mankind have given mankind a challenge that can be considered impossible. It is a sanction in the name of Solemn Qing. It is a twisted and crooked myth that he rose the evil god into eight pieces by those who were bewitched as heroes to defeat it.

It was even said that there were eight divine catastrophes everywhere. Nowadays the interpretation of that scourge varies, but nowadays they are all replaced as words for admonishing people.

In addition, in this myth, the debate over the work of discussing God, the Creator of man, remains absent after the parallel lines. It is said that on this occasion the idea of bisecting the ideologies of good and bad sexuality has permeated, and this will probably form the backbone of the religious ideology that prevails today.

"Meteometal can't figure it out with current technology in the first place. You should see for yourself."

Jean runs out with a quiet rage as she changes the direction of her torso, which she gripped with both hands.

"I hope you don't torment me any more...... [Starlight" Eight Luminous "]"

The magic book rolled by itself, letting him touch his five fingers on the top of the open page to give him his magic name. Eight light spheres float around and float irregularly. It was a mechanical operation that I would try to draw even as if it were some kind of symbol.

Immediately after moving and stopping in perfect condition, light is emitted simultaneously.

but Jean, who is foolishly going straight ahead, shook his sword continuously - playing it - at an unobtrusive speed.

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"Mr. Hispida wouldn't make that choice."

Playing all of the successive rays of light [the sword of Yatsuhara] was nothing to be ashamed of in its name. On the contrary.

- Now, the performance of itself!!

Mekfis, who vomited in amazement inside, immediately put up a barrier. Fortunately, a magician's magic book called Hispida has more magic in defense than offensive magic. Pick the highest among them, though.

"That too -!"

to barriers that are mutilated at the same time as construction.

"Mr. Hispida would not make a choice!!

"Are you going to slash me, Jean?

Hispida's plea to appear in a flash of gap was a retracement of Jean's wrath. He swung up without a trace of dust hesitation, and now he slashed and tore Mechfis's chest.

"Grr!!! Forgiving, Y-!!!"

Blood overflowing from deeply carved wounds on the chest. At that moment Mekfis simultaneously holds the feeling that something is approaching at the same time as the primitive body leaks. I think I'm going to find something I lost......

But only a sense of reality crisis was reflected in its eyes for less than a second like that.

Jean, shaken out, let go of one hand from the pattern and held his hand in front of Mechfis's eyes. A magical ceremony that rises to the magic of concentrating there and the [sword of Yatsuhara] 's fullness.

AWR, a special alloy that stores shapes, remembers and instantly reflects the magic formula itself.

"[Hellfire on prison flame]"

An explosively burning flame blows out of my palms. Its fires, even said to be dragon flames, entangled electric shocks and sparked relentless waves of flames in one direction. The overwhelming fire that runs radially burns down a strip.

Only black silhouettes suffer in the magic of combining two systems.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Ugly oddities roar with Hispida's voice. Cook the meat without excess flame wrapping around the limbs. Exposed to the fire, Mekfis turned his whole body into a charcoal-like red and black without seeking escape.

Jean's arm, shaken down just a few seconds later, means the magic is over.

"Ha, gagga......"

Jean had nothing to feel in Mekfis, who stood so hard. A relief of sorts that if I were to mention it strongly, I'm glad it's not dead yet.

The burnt and peeled eyeballs look up at the sky from face to face. Black smoke stretching out of your mouth as if you were exhaling smoke rising out of your body.

Its eyes face downwards so that the gyro and the eyeballs move, capturing Jean.

I haven't stopped the prototype as a Hispida already, but that makes me look unharmed - most importantly, it drove Jean badly.

"Don't insult Mr. Hispida any more -"

At the same time as he laid his sword, Mecphis' body swelled up like a water bulge, and as it was soon absorbed by his whole body, it was now changing into the figure of Ars.

Previously, the scratches are no longer beautifully sappy.

And still with the same smile.

"Rest assured. That's how terrible it was. It's equal to losing as much information as you can shape the existence of her. It was interesting enough for the fun of it."

"Now Ars, you seem to like the second fry."

The body named Mekfis remains intact even after all those attacks.

Jean kept exploring the art of defeating him. Speaking of emotional theory, perhaps we can say that we have achieved one. That's why we analyze and hypothesize.

I guess it doesn't mean immortality at all. Mecphis said he lost information.

"Now let's move on to the second round."

Quickly bend the power of the most powerful magician into its hands. A huge number of magical encounters. It's the biggest magic encounter in Mekfis' memory.

Unlike Hispida, Ars' body protrudes to physical ability.

It's still superb.

Jean stared coldly at Mekfis's face distorting into exaltation.