Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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The two return to the darkness behind the dark with so little harvest that they fit in their little pockets. The part behind the country and the dark side roads that are covered, right after entering the alley where the child can barely pass.

"I finally got you, shitty kid!!

You must be the shopkeeper I heard from behind my brothers and sisters. Adult voice. The ravages have stimulated slaughter and earlobes. The market's interest was captured "Aisara," and the creepy tranquillity and the slackening air of ridicule stretched the boy's muscles that fell under the spearhead.

Reacting viciously on his shoulders, the boy looks back in horror.

What you see is a superior, spotless back of clothing. That meant I hadn't noticed this one.

Skipping his gaze, his field of view narrowed by the narrowness of the alley, people stopping to overlap ahead. Furthermore, something shook up in the sunlight spotlighted like lighting made between his neck. The light of the blade gleaming silver from the gap reflects in a dazzling way, plundering the boy's eyes.

At the same time as narrowing his eyes, the boy immediately dropped his hips and gently blocked his sister's ears in front from pinching them from left to right.

The boy nerves his sister's ear-blocking hands, letting him create even a slight gap. Don't let them hear anything.

And Latifah also lifted her own hand and lay it on her brother's trembling hand. That's how they closed their eyes to distract them from what they didn't want to see - until it was all over.

This is the end of the road. So the boy never got his hands on just stealing. How can my sister live if she dies? How can I live blind in a world like this?

The boy doesn't even look back at the avenue he turned into a routine, he goes through a thin alley - holding his sister's hand tight.

A round trip avoiding just a bright red bath spread out like an outdoor store won't stop you from just glancing at the successful bad guys. Only indifference, as if after the show, is panning there.

This land is the last line of defense with so few fellow human beings and fleeing... a lawless zone. Many human beings mix up and don't impress anyone but themselves. No, I don't even have time for that.

The boy didn't understand, but people had doubts about living the day. As a result of seeing all the reality that today and tomorrow will always be different.

There is no more salvation in this world. Everyone just couldn't afford to care less about others because they were the most important and no one could blame them for that.

Maybe that shopkeeper was having trouble with his life again?

Maybe he was selling, knowing that being in business doesn't even mean money at the end of the day?

Maybe he was just demanding money as a consideration for at least not a pro bono service.

So this world is right broken.

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Despicably distorted Croquel mouth.

As it was, he peered up at the suspicious light from the gap between his fingers, and he scratched up his hair.

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Crokel takes an instantly incisive one of Ars' machetes without changing his expression. No matter, it wasn't like there was no way. In the first place [Hequatra's Binocular] has an overwhelming power over magic.

Physical fights are most effective even when all previous magic is expressed and immediately rewritten.

(11) Antagonizing in an impending state, Ars coldly smashes a gaze full of shooters.

"What do you know!!

"That's how it comes, isn't it? I don't know what I am to you."

"I'll kill you as soon as I vomit."

"Ha ha, you're quick to notice"

"But," Crokel shook her legs up with a smile that made her look like a child.

After that, the ground approached for Ars.

"Chip!!

Not much magic, but Ars had to retreat from it.

This is not magic, it is only the result of fluctuations in the ground caused by magical influences. In other words, the attack as a complete substance did not pass through magic alone.

That's why [Raging Predator (Gras Eater)] couldn't handle it. It is not certain that [bulimic predators (gra eaters)] will prevail in front of Croquel.

Ars strikes his tongue at the narrower choice to deal with. Yeah, I couldn't have killed Crokel yet.

Crokel is somewhat pleased that Ars early spotted a physical attack, also a weakness of [Hequatra's Binocular], against Ars, who only distanced himself from the repartitioning.

These attacks only took the means to understand that magic would not work with each other and could kill both. In other words, due to the nature of the Devil's Eye, [Hequatra's Binocular Eye] can only interfere with magic. On the contrary, we cannot interfere against anything that is not magic, anything other than the power that uses magic.

That could also be said of Ars' [bulimic predator (Gras Eater)].

So two giant trees in the distance fall by slaughter released from a lightly shaken body. but the fallen tree keeps a certain angle and the wind lifts up. Then a blast spinning around the gigantic tree dropped its branches and scraped the surface of the trunk.

When a giant pile is quickly moulded, Croquel makes his arms snap lightly, as also called for by Decree No. The two piles ejected like bows fly in a straight line to the target Ars.

But there's plenty of time left to deal with Ars if he's let go so politely. No, I guess Crokel did that because I know that.

Because it's not an advanced magic battle to defeat your opponent, it's only the simplest and most primitive battle left.

That action, which would have been repeated several times, in a motion that eliminates waste, Ars holds the AWR in his sheath and protrudes both arms.

Object multiplex barriers deployed on the front. A pile crashed into the translucent wall, the tip slightly crumbled, and a moment of crack in the trunk.

"I won't let that happen."

A string floating in the glowing blue eye is replaced to decipher and collapse the composed formula.

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As Ars had anticipated, the barrier would no longer retain its composition and the translucent wall would disappear. The pile crushed at the tip pierced the ground to cross by weakening its momentum but no longer having anything to hold back.

but Ars never moves a step off the spot. Regardless, it didn't look like he sustained one abrasion instead of lethal damage. It's just a little dusty.

This is close to the practice of killing each other, which will take place and will take place from now on with each other's abilities.

Crushed tip, just wood slams hard on the ground and stands slowly upright with speed killed. The reversed state slowed down time and the two piles collapsed at the same time around crossing the right angle.

There comes a silence that shook the ground and hit the water with it like a curtain pull.

"I told you, I know more or less about you, and I appreciate it. I'm the one who dumped you on the outside."

"... what do you mean"

Ars looking back sharply is not even suitable to anticipate in his brain words as if he can't remember them.

It was Croquel who was more surprised by that Ars reaction.

"You haven't heard anything?

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"Ars, you are only one of the failures I have discarded to the outside world. That's why I regretted seeing you. [M] Apparently, Alpha protected it after I disposed of it."

- Shit, Bellick, you're hiding it!

I spit out such evil in my chest, but given his position, I guess I couldn't tell anyone - even Ars himself.

But that could have been the clue to elucidating Ars' alien powers. Yes, Ars thought that what had actually changed was something that might not have changed in the end.

Still, Beric didn't tell Ars this fact because he couldn't see his significance as a magician, or what he would fight for if he stuck more. No, it was Beric himself who did that. That's why I weighed my extra mouth. In that sense, Beric put Ars in the academy. Bellick may have misjudged with kindness the decision as to whether he should tell Ars, who has managed to control the anomaly and accomplish killing his mind.

In a soothing look, contemptuous eyes as if even the pathetic could see them. Krokel layered his words like a gradual leopard. The inexplicable impatience springing up in the back of his chest opened his mouth when he said that only the exercise of strength was left over this period.

"I think the current system is really built on a brittle foundation. Soon Babel will collapse."

…… So let's get rid of the intruders. "

"That's not true. It's an understatement. Babel is... I'll only tell you what you don't know because it sounds silly to explain it from scratch. Babel is just a device. And of course there's a tremendous amount of magic to move it around."

"You think that supply will be interrupted?

"It will happen soon. That's why I need a replacement before I do. I really had to make a replacement sooner...... but now you can secure enough magic. The other hundred years are cheap. Of course, for this reason it is necessary to sort people who can reside inside so as not to overload the protective wall. I can't stand the fact that there are still living scraps in the protective wall."

Crokel's lightly lifted cheeks drop all at once, replacing it with something sharp that indulges in anger. Next, however, my mouth creeps out.

"Is that what you call it?"

"Big deal. I don't want anyone to understand. [M] Someone forgiven you, yes... just?

Croquel twisted his neck as he floated a question mark with words that seemed to disappear himself. But I'll go back and say it again like I forgot.

"I'm sure no one might notice when it's all over. But it's too late to fail."

Ars felt somewhere similar to himself with a creepy claim that was hard to say was consistent. I can't really look at it, but something makes Ars feel ready to see it.

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The boy was wiping Latifah's face. He looked good and could have even lived with his siblings working together if he was even blind.

No, the boy spits on the possibility he gave up a long time ago that it's an idealism.

No, it's not, it's not that dream, yes... Latifah is sure someone will pick it up as an adopted child if they can only see it. The boy was watching closely to have such children, so no doubt about it.

My sister can live even if she gets separated, I guess I'm the only one who wants to have herself there. The boy wipes his squeezy tears as he comes in and pulls his sister's hand again.

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