Mira confronts the man of Chimera Clozen at the ancient ring gate, the deepest part of the Phantom Corridor.
The gaze of two people exchanged to explore each other. The moment it came off, the war shifted from quiet to motion as soon as possible.
A black knight appeared around the man and was slashed at the same time. Yes, it is the simultaneous summons of Mira.
"I saw you earlier, but you're fast"
Three dark knights emerge abruptly and take action. Even with a slight rush on its rapid summoning speed, the man, who had cut off with his sword the intense blow of a falling black sword at once, slit through the black knights as if to stroke another sword strapped to his hips as it were.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Golem isn't the only one who can kill spirits."
That's what the man says and puts the second sword back in his sheath as the three black knights sprinkle instantly. There was a black mist on his body, which he could see properly.
"One more thing I have to ask."
Heard that black fog is a curse that erodes the Spirit, Mira scowls abominably at the man who uses it. Black fog and chimeric closen, which have in common the Spirit. Mira intuits that the relationship will be deeply connected by this one incident.
"Well, you don't have to answer that either."
When the man lifts his mouth corner and lifts his spiritual sword, he looks straight at Mira and waves his arm down. Then the trajectory glowed red, and again the Aurora flame was created.
A red storm that fills my vision. Mira, who took it with the White Knight, activated the surgery in the flames from the summoning point she had preinstalled.
The Black Knight is slashed more than the blind spot of a man who once again waved his sword in pursuit.
"Do the same thing!
It is the performance of the Spirit Martial Arts, or the man who, without even having to see it, senses the signs of the Black Knight, smacks his tongue and looks back, half-baked the Great Black Sword. And as it was, he quickly stepped in. If he pulled out the fog sword, he dimensioned the Black Knight's torso with one blow.
The power of the fog makes the Black Knight dust, right after it. A big black sword is struck down in the arms of a man with a fog sword in his hand.
The great sword was unleashed for an exquisite moment when the man's arm was fully extended, which would not allow him to evade.
The blade touches the man's arm. At the same time, when a dull metal sound sounded, the Great Sword disappeared like an illusion within which it did not stop ringing.
"You looked like an arm appeared out of the air. Do you mean summoning now? Damn, it surprises me."
That was certainly supposed to have been a direct hit. But the man stares into the hollow, saying so without incident and returning the fog sword to his sheath.
Apparently, the gauntlet where the power of the Spirit resided is strong enough to prevent even a single blow of the Dark Knight.
"If you don't have a scratch, you lose confidence."
After the flames burned out, Mira stared at the man's arm as he stood beside the half-broken white knight, so blurry. That expression had an invincible grin that would be the exact opposite of words.
"In what respects say it"
Looking ahead to it, the man reassembled to emphasize his arm, lifting his corner of mouth and laughing back.
"On this side. That's cute."
With that said, if Mira puts her hands on her cheeks and poses confidently, the man throws up, "I admit it, but it's not my taste," and moves into the offense all at once.
"Oh, my God, I can't believe it."
A man who rushes through with unimaginable agility from that heavy outfit. Mira intercepted it and summoned the Dark Knight in a row.
The man truncates with a foggy sword as he sweeps through successive black swords from all directions, and that is what approaches Mira with a body technique he does not think of as a magician.
"Is Mana bottomless?
If the man instantly reaches Mira's sight, the final line of defense will be blocked there. It's three dark knights.
'Cause I work out differently.'
The next Black Knight shows a different movement than ever before. Measuring the interval without slashing at the same time, he launched a corrugated attack.
But still, the man handled it brilliantly. Prevent the Great Black Sword with the Spirit Sword and break the torso with the Fog Sword. Then he returns his hand as it is and slashes and dumps the approaching black knight from behind and quickly turns around.
In an instant, two bodies are defeated, and the remaining Black Knight is the last one.
The blow of the Black Knight's full body is waved down. The man took the sword with the Spirit Sword with ease, as he was accustomed to, and put his strength into his hand with the fog sword.
It is then.
Suddenly, a tall bursting noise sounded from between the black knight and the man, flashing.
The power of Sanctia. The last Black Knight held the Summoned Sacred Sword, not the Great Black Sword.
"This is!?"
The power of the expressed Holy Sword bounced off the Spirit Sword held by the man, and the light filled the man's sight with light to take away his vision.
It's a flash of alarm from a man who boasts an iron wall in his defense.
But the moment was calculated and produced. Even if the Black Knight sword strikes directly, the armor won't shatter. That fact distracted my attention from the sword.
"Now, you better keep your mouth shut."
The man was still forced to open his dazzling eyes. But there was no sign of Mira in its sight, and its voice was heard in a distant ear, in a sumptuous way.
A man who grasped that he had shown a slight gap takes an aggressive defense. Simultaneous attack by the Black Knight, no, more than that. No matter what kind of attack, the armor won't scratch one. Nevertheless, it is an action in the assumption that defenseless shooting with dozens may result in a breakdown.
But that was bad.
Front of the man. Mira, who also dives into the nostalgia, lifts the man who prepares him for a low posture with a golden demon's eye and flickers up the end of his mouth.
"Take it. Save it!
Mira, with her legs wide and low center of gravity vigorously spread, protruded her open right hand sharply toward the man's torso.
[Immortal Arts/Herald: Sixteen Night Windmills]
At that moment, a vast amount of wind was created and blasted.
"What!?"
That wind, which swirls violently across itself, involves the man and penetrates the space. The overwhelming wind pressure swept the man's body into space with ease, slamming him hard on the ground many times.
Released from Mira's hand was a tornado. Its roaring and fierce appearance is the very dragon that runs through the earth. Its dragon, clawing at everything it touched and wrecking mercilessly, was at the same time stripping Mira's arms of her fangs.
(Does it hurt so much? It's hard to pass on boulders.)
Mira glances at the bloody seeping arm and frowns at the pain, which sounds stiff.
Immortal Herald. It was so special in Immortal Arts that even with Mira's power, it could not contain the vast aftermath of magic, and it wounded itself.
However, the effect is immense. The wind of brutality, unleashed ready, left countless nail marks in the linear shape of the front after scattered wildness and desolation.
"Gu...... Here it comes..."
Behind the ancient ring gate. The man in the storm is pushed back to the side of a collapsed staircase. Although he puts his hand at the edge of the stairs and rises with an unbound leg, as soon as he does, the man breaks down into a position to kneel with a painful distortion of his expression.
"It worked a little."
Mira picked up the foggy sword that fell to the ground, saying so, and threw it straight behind her back.
Armor tough enough to prevent even a blow from Dark Knight. In addition, considering that Pegasus' thunder did not pass, it could be expected that it would also be quite resistant to Attribute Attacks. That is no longer the protection of an iron wall close to invincibility.
However, it means that the Nine Wise Men are not easy enough to deal with just because they are stiff.
No matter how hard the armor is, no, that's why collision damage is inevitable if you can beat it to the ground more than once.
"Oops. Apparently, it's over."
At the end of Mira's gaze, who said so, Pegasus had just kicked and smashed the golem with his lightning-wrapped back leg.
"I don't know how much... Have you misjudged the lust too much?"
The sound of the golem crushing and falling sounds small. The man seems to have taken considerable pains, giving up standing up and lying on one knee while the golem returns to the dirt. Then, with a hint of resentment and awe in his eyes, he returned his gaze to Mira.
"Wearing all that protective gear doesn't make it difficult for you to be chronic."
Pegasus rushes after the battle under Mira as she walks over with her mouth like that. And as soon as I saw Mira's arm hurt by the aftermath of the surgery, I spread my wings as I panicked, enveloping Mira with a healing light.
Mira said to Pegasus like that, "It's okay now. You saved me," he said, with a hand that had just been fixed quickly, now picking up the Spirit Sword and glancing at it. And "This is pretty good too," he muttered in a tone that stared and blamed the man, throwing him back again.
"Chronic heart. Perhaps so."
The man jokes and climbs the stairs, laughing at himself knowing that Mira was also resilient in addition to her offensive powers, and takes a peek in the hand at the cum that was placed there. There were a number of small lights floating inside, like fluorescence.
(Less… but, well, I can't help it. It could be used as a water call. Report a change of plan)
Future plans, and if he delivers it to his hip bag while working out the current measures, the man gradually knocks his right hand and converges the mana. Then the golem, which was rolling at the tip of his pointed hand, rose again.
"What. It's not the same shape as before."
The golem looked like a beast, not a human form. But he doesn't have fangs, he has thin arms, and he can't rely on them as a force of war.
What is the intent? If Pegasus turns a vigilant eye next to the imaginary Mira, the beast golem walks toward the man with four legs.
"This is for collection."
At the same time the man said so, the golem went into the coffin that was by the broken staircase. And the man, who immediately closed the lid, took charge of the coffin and forced himself up with his fluttering legs.
"Something seems to be going home, but you think it's easy to go home?
The end of the ancient ring gate. There is a slope about five meters high that surrounds the land. Mira glanced at the man who gradually began to retreat toward the hill with her demonic eyes.
(This... I see. I think we need to hurry. Not at all likely to go home with five satisfied bodies)
The curse emitted from the demonic eye is diminished by armor with the power of the Spirit. But still, the curse was gradually staining and slowly depriving the man of his physical freedom.
The man, who instantly determined what was happening to him, looked to heaven as if he had given up something, then took a step forward this time.
"Well, if you want to run, now's the time, right?
That's what the man says, removes the silver cylinder from his belt, and sticks his hand out to show it off. There was no threatening color on that face, and there was a tragic stained margin that was peculiar to those who were prepared for something.
"What, is that"
Mira stops at that temper she can't handle, paying attention to the silver cylinder the man has in his hand. That was about the size of a thumb, with long strings hanging from the edges.
"This is called trust."
The man laughs invincibly and tries to make him pull the string out of that trust with his fingertips. That was a move that seemed like a sign of intent to stay away.
"You think it's a trust? What are you going to do with it? If it wasn't for the explosives, it'd be useless."
A friend handler, but Mira remembered the name.
Trusts are components that demonstrate their true value by combining them with explosives. Consequently, the tubes alone would not cause an explosion, and Mira, who also understood the matter, would raise a question mark and run her eyes all over the man's body. To make sure you don't have the explosives apart.
The man then deepens his grin with such Mira's reaction.
"I do. Explosives."
The man, who said so and turned his gaze to the ground, went on to say, "On this occasion there is a build-up of the power of the Zero Fallen Spirit King". And hold the trust to emphasize,
"This is a spiritual bomb pipe."
and mouth and brace. I guess it has a lot of extra power, the man's expression was full of confidence.
"Spirit, say it's a bomb?
In words that sounded too offensive, Mira glances at the man. At the same time, the worst imagination I could think of passed the back of my brain.
"Oh, as the name suggests, it's a bomb that uses the power of the Spirit, or the Spirit itself."
You liked Mira's reaction, the man said so with a slight angle up his mouth, in a tone that was as if provoking.
"Don't be ridiculous!
The worst imagination becomes reality. Mira screams furiously at the words of a man who lightens the life of the Spirit and treats him as if he were a tool.
Then the man pulled a string stretching out of his trust as if to bruise Mira like that. And I get a happy look on my face.
"Be sure of your power!
Faster than Mira jumps, the man taps the trust pipe to the ground. The silver cylinder bounced back with a hint and a small noise, splashing white and small sparks from both ends.
The moment he sees it, Mira reflexively summons three Holly Nights and at the same time mutates them into Holly Road. It's the biggest defense you can shape in an instant.
Shortly afterwards, if the air converged abruptly, a treble similar to tinnitus sounded around the edge and everything visible stained white.
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