Seirei no Moribito

The pitch black explodes, the rain bounces and flies.

"Now is the time to praise the earth, O countless meteors who wander into the sky." Meteo Drive "!

"The countless brilliances that swallow everything, the certainty of silence that glorifies infinitely." Splashwall ""

Meteors fly from the sky by the "spiritual art" recited by Lulurier, and the “spiritual art” recited by “Black Wings” creates a brilliant beauty that swallows all around.

The two “spiritual arts" collide with each other, scattering the windless aftermath of magic, just colliding with each other in their own power.

"The brilliance of a burning fire." Explosion "!

"Resurrected again, in the narrows of the underworld." Zero Shaft ""

Just to be foolish, the two faces who spoke of "spirituality” and recited homogeneous “spirituality” to offset it, and set up a pure and overwhelming power comparison as if competing with each other's powers were somewhere fun and shining, even though it was a life-threatening exchange.

"Then pierce him with a scorching flame, a savage barbarity." Raising Shots "!

"Ringing and roaring, zero falling special sword." Silfie Laure ""

Flaming bullets and wind blades collide and bounce,

"Salamander!"

The "Spirit” roars as if to answer Lulurier's expectations, and a scorching heat arises from above the “Black Wings”.

On a scorching mass similar to the sun covering a cup of vision, the "black wing” raised its mouth angle violently,

"The bounty of the earth that dwells in the earth's veins, now is the time to be full of blessings." Impact Wall ""

At the same time, the attack struck two people.

The oversized flame falling from the head burns as it swallows the "black wings," and the area of the surrounding ground where Lulurier stands protrudes to push her to the sky with momentum.

For the first time in this offense, it was taken undefended.

"... Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha! It's a little careless, but this is what it is when it comes to fighting!

As if clearing up the depression of the day after day, Lulurier fell with great pleasure and laughter as if it were a play.

Of course, no matter how many 'elves' you fall like this, you will definitely be injured.

"Please, Salamander!

With the help of the “Spirit” who summoned him, Lulurier descends again to the ground, killing his speed as he is engulfed in flames.

Lulurier, who echoed the wound only as much as he laughed at the flank fracture he suffered from eating the attack, stared at where the "black wing” was as he deserved it but looked painfully.

"The boulder is Leo's disciple, and… should I admire it"

While paying off the water vapor with his own wings, he tongues without thinking of the unharmed appearance of the “black wing”, which appeared slowly.

But Lulurier smiled with a full smile at the feeling of freshness and fullness and the emotion of going dawning,

"... Wait a minute. That...... what about Eileen?

She looked around and gradually returned to me that there was no face in it that she could see.

For not fighting in view of the surrounding damage, the aftermath of the two attacks was built on the other side in the form of a pile of rubble, and the signs that we should have certainly felt until earlier have been explored carefully and moved far away,

"... if you do it..."

Lulurier holds his head when he realizes he has forgotten me and put himself into the fight, and he has done it again.

At that point, the sermon from the senior will now fade away that he must have come to protect him and thrived, feeling so incandescently literally in danger that he had escaped.

"... Shit, seriously what do we do..."

I can't even say that it played enough of a role in the sense that, if it's not even an excuse because it's the result of the late failure of me, Lulurier starts thinking in a corner of his head, giving instructions to the "Spirit” not to let the "Black Wings” get away.

(... Leaving aside the sermons from the seniors, it's not a good idea that Eileen even got away with it... Elise and the others are still fighting, and our own people are... long gone. This is not as far as we can go while dealing with the village chief... here we go)

At the same time that the "Black Wings” moved, the “Color Wings” that the Luluriers were dealing with were also moving.

Until the Knights realized the hustle and bustle in the city and turned to support them, a triple battle broke out involving Elise and others who were fighting the "color wings", the results of which are not yet available.

(I can't get rid of the Knights while dealing with the "color wings” on the boulder... triplets, or knights who notice the “protectors” intervene in the battle and try to stop it... no, shudder away? Elise and the others provoked me, so I got more and more annoyed... oh, mud.... I can't say anything about people, either)

The fact that I forgot my purpose and became obsessed with it made the original difficult task even more difficult.

"Ah, already! I can't handle it alone. Somebody, come back for me!

Lulurier screams as she abandons herself half the time.

As it was, she raised her hand to stop the Black Wings from using her wings as a murder weapon.

"- What are you doing, you"

With a glimmer of wind it happened.

He magically attacked each and every one of the bulked feathers, and he magically cast the same magic on the knife, and then smitten it away, and the sound of cutting the air into his ears was delayed.

And then, momentum jumped off the ground, he flesh-forced to the “black wing,"

"" Two Blades/Red Lotus Sword "!

He wrapped a flame around the knife he had on each of his left and right sides, cutting off the pitch-black wings that grow from his back.

The wings that fell from the slaughter by him became black feathers from the moment they were separated, scattered, and disappeared without form.

"Al!"

Lulurier raised his joyful voice to the appearance of a reliable companion, who appeared wet with dark blue colored hair.

Al went straight down to the ground according to gravity,

"... any excuses?

Suddenly a low voice and somewhat angry windy expression stopped Lulurier perfectly from trying to rush over and looked away in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"The Elves" have good ears. Because his ears are good, Lulurier opens his mouth, though his gaze remains off, to the look of Al's stuffing, which foresees all the situation even if he is not here,

"... Oh, that's it, that. If it's over, it's all good!

"... Damn. Even though he has the strength to do so, he can only“ black-wing ”by himself, and only at this time when the time is not right..."

"Oh, after your sermon. If Al's here, we can't take down the village chief... but we can push him by the time he retreats, right? Then let's get this over with and go back inside for Elise and the others who are struggling."

Lulurier only brightens up the slightest glimpse of the worrying color to Elise and the others, who are looking a little worse.

Lulurier and Al, who specialize mainly in fire attribute swordsmanship, are unable to exert their original power due to rainy weather even if they have the corresponding strength, but if they have one wing together, they will be able to do so.

Normally, if only the wings had been cut off, the wings of the Black Wings would still not regenerate, and Lulurier wrapped his tongue around Al's strength in his heart, seeing that it had become difficult to keep flying over the sky because there was only one wing.

"... hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Blackwing, on the other hand, gave a mad laugh at the fact that he had wings of his own, both symbolic and proud, as a “protector,"

"I changed my mind. After I kill you, I'll pick up Eileen."

The grin stays afloat, but glances at the two with an obvious intent to kill.

to stab his skin. Lulurier rubbed his skin unconsciously while

"... Elise and the others okay?

"I met Eileen on the way. I asked for backup because I thought he'd be easier to deal with than me... but apparently, you're gonna be honest with me all this time. Even if you deceive us, if you don't drop a" guardian ”who can fly in the sky, they'll catch you sooner or later."

"Uh... well, there's no choice in this situation, is there? Then it's okay over there..."

She quietly builds up her magic that the real issue starts here,

"... winning chances, there is? Me and Al both use fire attributes...... the weather is rain. I've managed to summon Salamander and abuse him... but if I prolong him, he'll only be at a disadvantage for that."

"... both wings. So I stab the stop twice. If you take wings at least, you'll have to walk and catch them on your own feet... you'll buy time, and even if you do, it'll be easier to recapture them, right?

"There's no point in doing the same thing over there... but I'm convinced."

He worked out the operation without diving into his voice because he could hear it anyway.

"At the place, Al. Taking wings was definitely a secret weapon inside, wasn't it?... No way, burglary?

Lulurier dives his eyebrows and inquires into the technique of temporarily disconnecting himself from the Spirit, a secret weapon of the word, that has been taken care of by everyone inside as the only tool capable of taking wings away from the "protectors” who strictly manage and control the sky.

Techniques originating from the "Elves", knitted over decades to counter the "Protector" who plays any fatal wound as long as the "Spirit” is there.

I wonder if it's a crime for Al to hold together that special magical crystal that can be handled for the first time by covering up magic with special magic, and actually show it to him. Lulurier stares at Al.

"Mr. Cain had it"

"Wow... really, who's Mr. Cain? No, I know..."

She exhales at the limited amount of magic she can accumulate, even with crystals to accumulate.

I don't think it's safe to use it here just for retreat, but Lulurier changed his mind that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to get over this situation.

"What's your chance?

"Just once."

"Well, what kind of unscrupulous gesture... oh, this was already unscrupulous"

After all, it's all just an on-the-spot, unscrupulous gesture, and now I exhale from giving up.

As soon as possible, the two split up scattered left and right on a pitch-black dagger that attacked me without question,

"The sun radiation of a pouring sensation of universe." Flare Line "!

Lulurier spoke of "spirituality” all the time with a small hand check.