32 Glare back, shine more than anything else.

Running through, a little wind. Has that been called by the voice of a boy now sitting quietly beside himself, or was that voice the wind of a moment? In the air that conceived the fever, a voice rushing through with the wind shook Rajas' tympanic membrane.

"Mazutsi..."

Rajas hissing his expression into sword swallowing and repeating Swimey's uttered words. He didn't seem to be able to remember right away because of his different standing than he had seen before, but eventually he realized he looked familiar in his face, creating a face of convincing.

"Well, are you... the wizard kid who got in the way then?"

…………

The opposing swimey stands silently on her half body, only turning her harsh eyes.

To him like that, Rajas mocks as impressed.

"How wizard flair has gotten this far. My men would have been here a long time, wouldn't they? Hmm?"

"Oh, for nothing. How dare you collect so much dirt? I don't know how many times you're about to throw up."

"It's true," said those who have become miserable with the filth! Hahahahahahahahaha! "

Rajas returns sarcasm with such a grunting voice. Sure, Swimey was full of creativity. Though I don't see any injuries that appear to be injuries, I am tired and flaky about whether the long black coat was badly used, and there is no glory in standing or in the subtle behavior. Even from rough breathing, it makes you feel depleted, and there are shallow cuts on your face. After all, was the journey to this point a path of considerable difficulty?

Rajas, who was laughing high at Mizumi, who looked like that, asks in the same tone, leaving that delightful colour behind.

- How did you get here? That number. You came here while I was being driven away?

But Suimei replies without hesitation to what she says is an insult.

"What, what stood up just came shaking it off"

"Well, I want it to be good with its miserable appearance"

Let's go, Rajas. Does the word that Suimei uttered go only to the strengths of the injured? Indeed, to myself, lying about it in this predicament only seemed like the utmost vanity of losers.

That makes me ask him more questions.

"I ask you, how did you get here until you looked like that?

"I don't think you need to ask me that now.

"... I didn't think you were here to help the woman there?

"What if that's not true?

Swimey replied that to Rajas' question. He said he came all the way here to help. He said he came to help himself. You shook off your stretched hand. I'm glad you didn't do that. There's nothing more I can do. But...

Rajas laughs loudly at Swimey, who turns to Rin's expression, one beat late.

"Ha!? Kuhahahahahaha!! I didn't know you meant that! In this situation, you said you were here to help a woman like this!? You're insane!?

Yes. Rajas is right, it's insane. Despite the fact that we have crossed that army of demons, we are not the first sane shanty, such as to come to such a dead place. What do you want from a place like this? This is a place where nothing is left of what people want anymore. Such a place to just lose everything you can have, even if you come on board. Yet.

"What are you. You're telling me that a woman like this deserves saving? A woman who spares her life to escape the battle and can't protect anything? A woman who's not even worth helping?

"Oh."

What does he think, nodding with his eyes closed? And when he was a fool, he affirmed the words that had been unleashed, and recognized himself (Suimei) as a fool. To him like that, Rajas also said,

"Phew. What brings you so far? Shouldn't I have just spared my own life and abandoned this woman or something? Aren't you just supposed to cut it off from those who weren't there and forget about it?

Yes, you didn't have to come. It would have been nice to have grown up in the woods until a storm called the Demons passed somewhere else, as the vomited word said. That way, there was hope that my life would be saved. If I abandoned myself and others who jumped out on my own, and pretended not to see them when I saw they weren't there from the beginning, I would just have been glad that was it.

Yet Suimei shook his head, saying, "No."

"Then no. Then I can't help her."

"No -?"

To his words, which he hadn't made predictable, shortly after Rajas frowned, Swimey tried to try something,

"It is my way of believing in saving those who mourn unhappily for it, the unsaved. I can't run from that path. So..."

- That's how I got here.

Yes, Swimey said so harshly. To help. To fight you.

To the words that spun its inner determination, Rajas seemed to be taken aback for a while, but eventually returned from its astonishment, or opened his mouth as he remembered, and let go of one breath,

"Ha-"

His declared determination was mocked loudly by his voice as well.

"Ha ha! Stupid! For that reason! That's why you're here!? Scratch all my men to such a dead end! And what, save the unsaved!? There is so much foolishness, such as holding such a waste in my chest and putting it on this occasion!? Ha ha ha!! This is a funny story."

"So?"

――――

What stopped Rajas from laughing was that cold voice that Swimey unleashed. Even colder than the wind blowing into the northern limit of the country, freezes everyone's heart and his heart, and takes away all the aftertaste of the laughter and all the breathtaking sounds that are unwanted here.

And there's a lot of cold, not physical cold. But there was a much stronger chill (samurai) than that, and a chill that shrunk the spirit. It was as if the area that was heated by the power of Rajas had changed even directly above the frozen soil.

And the exasperating Suimei who created the situation, speaking, looked to the demonization of mocking determination with his eyes as unshakeable as steel.

"... kid. Quit that eye right now. I don't care."

"Tell me, do you think I'll stop?

Rajas' power soared sharply over Suimei's questioning, which tried to dispel a quiet exasperation.

"Then only force me to stop!!

What was released from Rajas' mouth was a huge scream that rocked everything around him. While dust, sand, and pebbles blew up in the winding shockwave, they hit like oak roots (or arms) protruding from giants.

And it was his peculiar chant that he would never hear anywhere else intercept it turning something to stand on into a piece of meat.

"Primum ex Quintum excipio!!

(Wall, Five Expansions!!

There are five golden magic formations, structured as the starting point with a hand protruding like a shield by Swimei. Or drawn, or floated, or aligned so that the broken fragments return to their original form.

The golden defense made it. The magic of a fist and a swimey that clashes with your throat.

The golden spark scattered violently, eventually unable to withstand it, or the role was originally different, the second piece of the magic team bounced flying, and then the third one bounced flying.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!!

"Ahhhhhhh!!

Haughty fists digging the magic formations and trying to defeat Swimei, and the magic that rises and increases through the golden particles of brilliance. Unbearable crushing ground and winds of shock to be dissipated. They eventually produce tornado-turned airflow, which aggravates the awesomeness of the clash.

As the two roars staggered, the fourth magic formation rotated. Shortly thereafter...

"Wuuuuuu -!?"

The mighty force that should have been heading for Swimei instantly flips. Shortly afterwards, with the roaring tsunami, Rajas' giant decided the earth and blew it across the slope.

"Shit, does interfering with the damping walls blow up with this power... This is ridiculous..."

Swimey wicked toward Rajas, who disappeared at the end of his sight as he rocked his shoulders up and down. Again, he was wearing out. Combine the previous journey with the enemies that are still relative, and you won't be forced to talk about it.

In the meantime, he suddenly looked back here. And

"Stand up, Refile. Let's take him down now."

and he speaks to himself. Let's fight together. The two of us are anti-grandparents. Like asking for cooperation - no, encourage yourself not to stand. Even sincerely.

It is the eyes that are straight and dazzling, above all, while in a demonic and radiant scarlet. The passion in its eyes is indeed, like iron burned in bright red. Hot eyes. The eyes of a man who martyrs to his ideals, never forgetting the faith he has served.

The end of that glance must have attracted many human beings. That's the only thing that makes me feel that way, those eyes.

But I didn't have the answers myself to respond to that will anymore. That should be it, too. Because everything was shattered earlier by Rajas.

So myself,

"I can't."

I could only lean down and give up.

"Huh -?"

"I can't. You can't beat him. You and me. It's a rule for him to kill me here."

"Hey...... what's going on?

Even when I hear myself give up, Swimey asks me so baffled. I'm sure he didn't doubt here, believing that we could fight together. The two of us have to break him down.

But there's nothing more to it. Because,

"You can't beat Rajas. That demon clan is too strong. You and I can't win this together."

"You don't know that unless you try something like that, do you?

"No, I get it. He's strong. A bunch of powerful, well-known Norsius soldiers fell before his power. I can't just cover it up with you and me. There's no way I can cover it up. More than this, you and I are doomed to die in his hands here."

That's the rule, that it's destiny that can't be changed. The word to be quiet would only sound weak to him if he hadn't broken the core to fight yet. But this is the truth. No matter how hard you think, no matter how much courage you inspire, before the mighty power, they are all just like dreams of spring and night.

Seeing his weakness like that, Swimey dropped her shoulders and laid her eyes down. I can't peek at the expression from being discouraged or leaning over, but I'm sure it probably is.

"... is that good, Refile? Is it really good for you to end up like that?

"Oh. That's enough. Everything. I already gave up. I'm tired."

"... right"

I hear no. Got it? Do you understand? To the fact that everything is already cramped. Resist any more and you will not be harmed for no reason. A little pain will make it easier.

When I realized it, I turned around and looked flippant.

But that wasn't who I wanted it to be. If you look at it, your back and black clothes are right in front of you, standing guard against the imminent threat of Rajas.

"Suimei-kun?

"Then I'll just do what I want. If you're telling me that Refill won't leave here, I'm just gonna smash that outer road here."

Swimey's pronounced words were spun from such a voice, believing in hope and not questioning. Such words are too ignorant, and my voice is absurd in denial.

"You will not know the true power of Rajas! He's not the same demon you defeated earlier!?

"I guess. But if I give up here, I can't help you, and I can't get to what I came for."

What he aimed for. That's what I said earlier to Rajas, is that thought?

"You think it's to save the unsaved? Stupid! There's always something in this whole world that makes you unhappy! Whenever, wherever, I don't make any exceptions!

"Even so."

"Such things are fantasies! It's a trick! It's a child's dream story!

"Even so."

"Even if it is, say what! Are you saying that words decorated with such beauty alone will be a helpful safeguard for both of us here!

"Even so."

"That can never happen. Impossible. Never."

Absolutely. In this world, yes, everywhere, there are hungry. There are those who kneel in sorrow. There is someone somewhere to be fulfilled in anger. And there are people here now who will never help. There are no exceptions. There is absolutely no one who is not saved. Must be.

You'll see. If you are discerning. If you look at reality, it's a fantasy that's not strange to have thrown away such hope in the past.

But still, he shook his head like a gentle, deaf child.

"Refill. That's not for you to decide. Whether you can save someone or not is something I'll always find at the end of this dream path that's been going on."

"What is it going to be about that? Such an uncertain and ambiguous thing. You can't just chase something like that and you can't find it. The only thing at its end is the despair that is brought only to those who have been betrayed of their hopes"

"Could be"

"Then..."

"But I'm not going to look at it. Because you do, don't you? After looking back, I don't have the dream I was aiming for. I gave up on my dreams, and then I swear that day, I'm not there. So..."

- So watch. This hope of mine. That, this way of seeking hope.

"Ahh."

I told you to watch. How could that figure, who dared to retreat, be filled with a dazzling glow? I'm sure it was the glow of a soul held only by those who challenge the impossible, which no one in this world has ever seen before.

Blown Rajas returns. Stepping on the ground with your feet. You think it's unusual to lose a clash, its shape is full of anger, and the focus of your eyes is different from that of Mr. Shooting with his gaze to Swimei.

"Kid, you..."

"Fly away. There's an outside road."

"Shut up. Yeah!!

In keeping with that roar, the throat that was in Rajas' palm swells rapidly. While black swallowed black and cast a shadow of purple (kashimurasaki) color all around him. That's Rajas' move that blew up the fort of Norcias and made it even further around here earlier.

"Now you can disappear!

I'm done. That's it. There is no more power of the Spirit left in itself, no more than that power, and there is no magic on this earth that can counter this power. So that's it.

"Suimei... already..."

It's supposed to be, but Swimey never cares about the weak sounds she should have heard.

"- Hmm."

I uttered that spell as if to break them as boring.

"Non amo munus scutum. Omnes impetum invictus"

(My shield is not a shield. Still robust in front of any attacker. still unshakeable before any artillery fire)

Magic that increases to coincide with the chanting of the spell. The golden magic light fills the surrounding darkness, and the light swirls like a twister.

"Invincibility immobilitas immortalis.Cumque mane surrexissent castle"

(Never crushed, immobilized and stoned. It is a castle decorated with a golden glow that wants to gather the breath of the stars. its name)

Eventually, the golden light heads to the place where each is assigned to play its part, and is inspired by wild golden lightning to form its shape. You start to hear the stirring, the stirring, the sound of something fitting in, intermittently from around you.

And

"Firmus! Congrega aurum magnalea!"

(My robust! Bloody golden fortress!

With the last words uttered by Swimei, the magic formations fold.

A beat behind in its construction, the darkness swallowed up the scenery around it, trying to take it all away.

"- Huh!!

... That was it. Anything. Before that attack, the flesh and soul were supposed to disappear stripped by darkness.

But it wasn't the end. Eye lid closed to a premonition of inescapable death. When you open that darkness, there's nothing wrong with you and Swimey here. I was definitely connecting my life here.

In front of the sunny eyes of the dust, it was not only the protected self that presented a startling phase to it.

"Bullshit......!? That my power to wipe out even the fort is ineffective!?

As Rajas' stunned voice sounded, there was a breathtaking sight there as he looked around.

Around is the geometry and character numbers that shape the area. The golden magic light that surrounds it. The magic formations depicted on the ground have long and short hands of the clock, while the other formations are deployed to protect the surrounding space. The big magic formations, the little magic formations, the magic formations I saw earlier are certainly here as well. If we noticed, we were surrounded by many golden magic formations.

Yeah, it's like a fort surrounded by magic walls.

"Ha - don't make my golden fortress with stones and trees and tiny monkeys. What this guy is picturing is the military base of the other world. If you want to pierce it, you'll bring twice as much power as Red Dragon Asthma."

"The other world, you say...?

"That has nothing to do with Temehe!

When Shuiming paid his right hand, a silver sword was built out of it in an instant, erasing all the earthen smoke and excess of Rajas' confused voice.

"You aaaaaaaaaaaaa!

And Rajas also finally set Swimey as an enemy he shouldn't have left behind, or he strikes him abruptly. Interception is swimey. Return the fort of defense to its magic and run with the cutting-edge of the sword determined to retreat.

Meanwhile, the way Rajas fights is simple. But it is also fast and powerful.

Even though the relative is so big, he tells me that he just touched humans and other things that would turn him into ground beef. But Suimei ran, stood up, and brought him into the melee.

Flesh thin of death. There is no mistake in that nostalgia. But still, Swimey's momentum does not diminish.

Spinning words and indeed witchcraft as Rajas' boneless attacks and responding with a magical silver sword. If you get a single shot of your fist, it's fatal. In such a long battle, there is still no grief in him. The enthusiasm in my heart. That's all driving force and yes. As I speak on my back, it remains as robust as an iron core. It does not break, it does not bend, and its appearance is stronger than anyone else on this occasion.

There are more minor scratches on Swimei's face and body as she scratches her clothes. Still, it never stops. The boy's fierce screams bounce everything back through his impatience to shrivel his impending fear.

... while he was fighting scratched and scratched like that, he returned to me such a fold attracted by passion, for some reason.

- I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

"Ah..."

He's fighting like that. In that, behind that, giving up everything, throwing it all out, denying his word, he's on his knees right now. Just watching. I'm just looking at it by deciding I can't do anything. I only do that if I realize it.

…………

What you see is that back. Hidden back. And it is the fervent and bitter thoughts of anyone who weeps in an irrational world, the boy who wishes for his happiness, his dazzling glow.

Let him who is not saved be saved. I can say those words, that determination. Shall I be shown it, fascinated by it, and remain silent? I can't do anything. Are you sure that's okay with this?

"No -"

When the answer to the question was clear, something pressed against my body disappeared as soon as I did. As if the words of your giving up were the culprits of all your commandments. As if every word he uttered was the key to unraveling the culprit.

Is this a good idea? No, it's not good. I don't want that ending. I don't really want it. Also, I want to run to my dreams again. Never stops, like him.

So, again, and. Again, the power to fight against yourself. I endure the pain, stay bloody, stay this unusual, and I wish for you here and now.

"Arshna, the goddess we serve. Please give me the courage to change only once now, to this me who could not change anything by myself. Wish me one more time, one more time only -"

It's a word of wish and rarity. A rebirth celebration to excite yourself and make you take your sword again. But the goddess will never help. I know. Because she's not in the world. Because right now, I'm just watching. So this is just a word I put in for myself to change.

And when I opened my eyes, my own body was filled with forces that never existed. Nowhere else is the weakness that occupied my body and mind until earlier, as much as I think it was a lie to kneel and give up.

It was the boy in front of me who gave me the courage to get over that power. He stood up now because he taught me to believe out, because he showed me, because he reminded himself again.

Grasp the removed sword again and wave thoughtfully with your hands.

The winding thick wind turned red and ran between Suimei and Rajas.

"Nah - you!? Where the hell is that power!?

"Refile......"

It was the face of surprise and the face of joy that welcomed itself up again. It goes without saying which one it is now.

Free the power of the Spirit from all the power it can still possess. Red winds, battles and scarlet spirits Ishaktney. All winds stain with scarlet brilliance as they respond to their red speeds. Rajas retreated in a winding gust.

"No, uhh... this"

Rajas hates the wind and covers his face with his arms. He lays his sword on such a demon tribe, and tells him not to excite his heart.

"Rajas, look closely in your eyes, too. This is the power to destroy you demons. The power of the goddess's princess, the Spirit."

"What a power to perish! A little girl who feared her own doom and fled. Ahhh!

"- Shut up... I don't run anymore. For me to remain me! From nothing, from nobody, from this fate!

"My little girl! No, no, no, no!"

Turn your sword and red speeds to Rajas, who comes at you with a scream. He comes out with a strong, strained odomi markup arm and fist, but this time he won't be bounced all the time. Let the slash wrap up the red Australian style and let the slash flash diagonally, and now it's time for this one to just bounce back Rajas' Australian fist.

"Ugh, what!? Earlier it was like..."

It's natural to be different. The weak self died earlier. I've gained strength to be here now, nothing more than my new self. Therefore, the attack that overwhelmed me until earlier will not work, and I do not have time to say that to you...

"Haaaa!!

If you don't have an ear to hear the confusion, you knock in even more sword strikes. It was the opposite of earlier. They never outpace me, and I have a lot of trouble with this one. I can also deduce the power put into each blow.

Conflict. The back fist is paid to come back. That was a lot of fisting, but Rajas was lucky enough to capture this steep spot in between. I don't care if you eat it. I'm sorry. But that's a story if you eat it.

- So myself, the same colour of brilliance that filled the surroundings, became Akane.

Fulfilling that, no one would have seen the move through. Red winds that don't even draw shadows outweigh all speeds. Its speed, exactly dust extinction. It slipped at right angles behind Rajas at a speed that just looked like instant travel.

"When did you..."

Already late when I noticed and looked back. The swinging slaughter that rolled out with him as he finished materializing correctly captured Rajas' chest.

"Gu, uhhhhhhhhhh!

Rajas' rock-bottomed chest plate to be mutilated. The depth was not fatal, but from the wound, the soul of the power of the demonic tribe, which tormented itself, erupted like steam.

This is your chance.

"Booshan!!

(Gala Varna - heh!!

Swirling the Great Sword overhead, it takes a leg well beyond its normal steps, and with its momentum, it unleashes a blow while cloud flares. At the same time that his posture was lowered all the time as he saw if he would lay low on the earth, he turned into a giant slaughter so that the surrounding area was filled with red speeds to imitate its slaughter, tearing the earth and the heavens apart.

And then I hit Rajas wrapped around you - but.

"Shibuki..."

Even in the wake of the waves, Rajas was still alive. He has been slashed and torn through his body, spraying dark steam from all over the place, but he has stopped connecting his limbs and stood without waking up, but he does stand. How stubborn is this demon clan when he was exposed to even more of his offense in addition to the attack of Swimei?

"Ku......!!

Rajas suddenly retreats greatly as he skews his face in a hurry.

As I was stretching my body about what I was going to do, that big body flipped.

No way, do you mean retreat beyond this?

"Nah - wait!!

"... I've deposited the battle. Swordsman of Nocious"

I guess you decided it was unfavourable as it is. Abominably throwing up like that, Rajas tries to leave. He still had some leeway, or the way he jumped up against the night sky went away within a glimpse.

"Huh, huh, huh!

Slap each of those backs or I'll shoot the wave mountain at Rajas again. But the red wind doesn't arrive. In places not far from Akkun, every time he earned a distance, he attenuated and ended up turning into just a wind and disappeared.

- I leaked it. I can't reach that distance to take any more hands. Except if you can run the sky like Rajas, but you don't have that power on yourself.

So that was it. I didn't know you'd let him get away with it unnaturally in a place where you had to defeat the enemy you were supposed to defeat, even though you had him so far.

"Damn......"

Will the settlement be carried over? I'm not convinced. What's with all this bad aftertaste coming here? One more step, one more step. Just a little more, just a little more if I could outdo him. Maybe.

- But that happened when I chewed my lips into disbelief.

Unexpectedly from behind, signs of increased magic. No, it can't be a raw and warm expression of increasing, etc. This is an intense ripple when magic increases explosively. I don't care if it's happening.

"Su, sui mei kun...?

Does this boy's magic have no bottom? Running through the great armies of the devil tribe, preventing the power of Rajas, fighting him, and on top of that still endless power that dwelled in him?

He walks as he is, with his strength up. Slowly, for eagle fried. Take a leisurely wide walk. Eventually, he lined up beside himself.

And resounding, magician's voice.

"Abreq ad habra..."

(Death, Thou hast destroyed my thunder before...)

... a huge thick wind with a red brilliance can turn into just a breeze behind it. It was a dangerous place. I didn't expect a Norsius swordsman to get back on his feet in between. No, I didn't expect you to gain much more power than you did before all that. I don't know what happened, but it's all because of that wizard.

I therefore bite my teeth at being shown the concern of retreat.

"I'll never forget this humiliation. Remember, humans. When this wound heals, I will always pay my debts..."

Captured by such feverish rage, Rajas looks up even higher than where he is right now.

"... sticking into the thunderclouds with this wound is dangerous, but somewhat unavoidable"

What I looked forward to was an exit that I should go from now on.

If we keep flying low, maybe we have a pursuit. I don't know if that would be possible in view of the relative distance, but now after that reversal play. I've never been over cautious, and if I go through the clouds, I can definitely dazzle my whereabouts.

Abominable, but I've suffered quite a few wounds from that woman's resistance. If you jump into the thunderclouds with this body, you won't just be sorry. But I can't change my belly on my back. This is the only way to get back safely like this.

- Yes, that's how it was, that's when I found myself worried about thunder.

"Huh...?

I noticed that just then I looked up at heaven.

My head is puzzled and filled with things I haven't anticipated at all. That's right.

There is no thundercloud. Nowhere in the sky.

――――

Confused by the stunner that came down unexpectedly, he looks around.

There's nothing there that's supposed to be. There's a black cloud pregnant with thunder. There was a thunderbolt. Until earlier, there should have been. Even if I stared at it wrong, there were no thunderclouds in Jomtien, only a dark sky just blocked the starlight by the clouds.

From earlier on, there must have been a thunderbolt around. Even in the middle of the battle, the louder the crap out of me.

Then what the hell is this all about? Why was the thunder noise ringing when there were no thunderclouds?

So I looked down casually.

"Become..................!?

And in that tragedy that spread beneath his eyes, his voice and words ceaselessly disappeared.

At the end of your gaze. There was a sight there where I forgot to breathe, too, because of it.

There would have been a plain between the mountain hem and the woods. There was no army that was supposed to have been collected there, instead there was a flame that kept burning without disappearing and a snoring earth that burst, fell. Stuck in permanently insoluble ice, boiled and melted forever in an ocean of hazy rot laid with acid and poison, at the end is the shadow of what remains family on the ground. Above all, what is surprising is that even the wreckage is not commensurate with the total number of subordinates.

A large part of the army that I have brought with me has disappeared from the spot as if it were a lie.

"Hey, what happened..."

This can't possibly happen. Even if humans pointed their armies at us, we should never be able to create such a tragedy. I know that well in the battle at Nosias. However, the fact that this tragedy is here right now definitely means that there must be Teng himself who created this tragedy -

If there is, yes.

- What stood up to me was just to shake it off.

The word of a man who does regress now, as whispered in his ear. The words lead to a tragedy under your eyes.

Yes, when that man came to that spot, his men must have blocked his way before then. Then the man said, "What stood up" means what stood in front of the man and stood in the way of the man, his men.

If so, what does it mean? It comes to my attention that the scenes of my men pushing me one after the other are common to that man who pushes me forward with every break.

Then did the man shake off all that stood up, the army that he had brought in to defeat the brave, alone?

"Stupid, he said he's destroyed over 10,000 troops by himself..."

Reaching that answer, a honking noise rang from behind his ear as he nodded his spine into a war.

Impossible. Thunderclouds aren't supposed to be here. Then why does such a sound come from behind?

"No way......"

Yes, on second thought, I haven't seen Thundercloud since I got here. I just thought it was because the thunder was ringing. So, suppose there was nowhere like Thundercloud in the first place.

"No way......"

If all that thunder and roar was emitted by other factors.

"No way......!

Yes, that sound that sounds from behind sounds exactly the same as the thunder that was loud and unrivaled from earlier. So...

Turning around, there was an answer to the question from earlier.

Draw circles, shapes and letters as blue and white midwinter thunder falls upside down into the sky with the roaring roar of the earth, threatening the black of the dark sky.

Eventually we can do a huge - no, a vast magic formation. Drawn with a mid-size magic formation halfway through the circle, that's exactly what you deserve to shoot out mighty sorcery.

And it's that man who stands at the center of it. He was that man who called himself a wizard.

... thunder crushes the earth, causing the wind to raise its armored screams and randomly destroy everything. The force that rolled around the man blew the sand and debris away, turning it into charcoal and wiping it away.

The aftermath. That's the aftermath. The power that makes up magic, the power that forces events to cause phenomena, is too strong, and such surpluses and rebellions are ravaging the surrounding objects indefinitely. The thunder ravaging the surroundings and the local winds winding down the center of the storm are all but a slight foretaste of the phenomenon that will be caused after this.

"Oh, that's a precursor...? That's silly -"

- Yes, Demon General Rajas won't even know. This is the magical lineage of Abraham-Melin Abraham. Known as sacred sorcery, sacred sorcery, a sorcery with the most famous and powerful of those created to repel, disperse, and serve the devil with the help of the Holy Guardian Angel - let your thunder die (Abraham ad Habla). Abrahadabra and the most widely known spell in the world. This transformed its original form into offensive sorcery by modern sorcery theory. Eight Keys Shuiming is the strongest sorcery against the devil and against witchcraft for evil spirits.

A statue of a woman appears from behind a man, as if it were manifested from inside the pylorus. It should have followed a human woman. There is no living root for it, while sculpture stained with its too inorganic colour, halfway between white and ash. Nor is it divine. Nor is it disastrous. But how can it be so powerful?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

And the statue of the woman opened her mouth as soon as she could, and she called the pillars of thunder out of heaven with a high cry.

... I haven't heard that one. Such a human being. I don't know power like this. Unknown power. Such power is not something that man in this world can hold, and even if that man was a summoned brave man from another world, it is not. Brave men are those who are summoned with the power of a goddess. I will never be equipped with that power.

Yes, a brave man is something that is summoned with much more power than an ordinary man and with immense protection of the elements. But that man doesn't have it. So it's impossible. That's magic with no element protection. It manipulates events that are not supposed to be manipulative, binds phenomena, and alters the world created by the goddess as intended. That thunder right now in front of you is above all sacred and everywhere. I haven't heard of such power, the existence of such moves, etc. There is no human being in this world who manipulates such impossible powers. Absolutely. So, that guy, what the hell?

- Mage (...), Mitsumi Eight Keys.

"Mage...... you say? What the fuck is that!? Isn't that man a wizard!?

Thousands of lightning scattered around the perimeter pull the tail of the noise and repercussions and gather at the center of the accumulated magic formation. The screaming of a statue without a scream. A blue-blue daze that fills the world with ambiguity from the other side of the horizon to the lifetime of the sky. At the end of his gaze are the faces of women equally stunned and the crimson eyes of hateful men reflecting the will of steel. And signs of inescapable death...

"Damn, whoa, whoa!

- Come on, it's malice to sip people's moans with honey. Decay and disappear before the high hopes of our Order's sorcerers.

It certainly seemed to the man's mouth that words like that could be spun.

Immediately after, the fingertips touch the center of the magic formation.

Thousands of deafening thunderbolts in the light of the concentric circle, at the moment when they ran, became just one giant pillar, filling everything in sight.

There, the darkness of the evil gods to which they are subjected does not even exist shards. Never, anywhere.

Eventually, Rajas, the Demon General, was swallowed before the brilliant running of the holy thunderbolt, with the exclamation of his grudges.