172 Divine Summoning

"... hmm, what an aftermath you've been dealing with..."

Fermenia was lonely and blurred that there was absolutely no place for her own activism.

Until before I started fighting, I was strained to help the Hydemary I took care of, but there was no more strain than I thought it would be a fight. It was too clappy in this way.

But that won't help either. If you stand around with the power (Spirit) of the Spirit of Refill and destroy each of the guards by Liliana's Leap, the ambush is complete. There could not have been room for her activism, which is legitimate as a mage.

And then, as she said, it's a leftover hunt like a leftover job.

Only to defeat the sorcerers (Tobusha) that Lephir has taken away.

"- Verbrennen!"

(- Burn to death!)

A sorcerer exercises sorcery, but of course, he does not go to Fermenia.

Magic was fired away by spells by proper magic, by magic formations of proper design, and by properly chosen words.

"Awesome..."

Mages wrap their tongues around Fermenian counters. The bites and bitterness of the enemy's teeth are a sign of praise.

Even if he doesn't think so.

(Flaming, lightning, lightning... is it still like Lord Swimey said)

In advance, I had heard from Shuiming what sorcery would be used. They say that they will be used to attack almost exclusively in flames, piercing photology, and high-energy lightning that ask for the destructive power and high temperatures of the explosion. Attributes vary, but if you do ask for power, using them would be the best solution.

But if you know what sorcery will be used beforehand, the measures are also easy. In the meantime, the opposing magicians lose more skill than her master, Mizumi. As long as you're careful, it's not hard to defeat her, even if she doesn't have any extraordinary powers.

Instead, with her talent and her delicate exercise of magic...

"That's a lot of clutter, isn't it?

――――

The magicians stop at the words that Fermenia casually utters.

Fermenia, of course, had nothing more to offer than literal. Just until I said what I thought on the spot. But therefore, the sorcerers are made to grieve the difference in power. Words that were uttered out in disdain were not provocations, so I knew I was told the truth.

Beauty, because it is finer than our own magic.

Its beauty is what magicians always strive for and drill, and it becomes a manifestation of their foundational strength.

And then there is an attack that I will not mention.

Mages use offensive magic and Fermenia defends it. Find in between, Fermenia attacks and surely knocks one down at a time.

It's just like work.

A battle without any fun.

Nor will the Magic Furnace be allowed to run at maximum, a far from full force offense.

That's how it happens.

Previously, if Fermenia had met Shuiming, he would have been instantly defeated if he had been relative to them. But she's not who she used to be. It's not the Wizard Fermenia, it's the Wizard Fermenia. If I could stand on the same mound, I wouldn't be a talented girlfriend, a mage to this extent, etc.

Eventually, all the magicians who were relative to her were rendered powerless.

"Mmmm... that's really sad"

There is no tension. She still had too little experience in the battle against magic to see how much difference in power it showed.

- The attack by the Fermenians was too electric for the sorcerers who were planning the ritual.

Originally, the fact that substitution execution is sent in from the Thousand Night Club was grasping them on their own route, too. Of course, the information was deliberately leaked by those at the Thousand Nights Club, and its content was limited in that it had no grasp whatsoever with regard to personnel, but it nevertheless took considerable defensive measures in view of the fact that substitution enforcement appeared to interfere.

So I set a trap, and a magician hooked me up.

But then the onslaught began. Immediately after the work of breaking down the junction magic stretched around the perimeter began and pointing personnel at it, the main force came in from the front, not to mention that it was a positive move.

Shortly before the ritual, they were also most vigilant because of the timing at which their hands would be least, but their abilities were too high.

Or the ravages of sorcerers by mysteries higher than sorcery.

Alternatively, the handling of the curse of a sophisticated spell face loss.

Or overwhelming this sorcery, due to a tight surgical ceremony.

None of this is the power you get overnight, and it's something that little girls don't even think about manipulating. Rather, the word "unintelligible" only comes to mind about spiritual summoning and the power of equivalence. They have been rendered powerless by half of their power, against the way out of the substitute execution side, which is too unexpected.

But...

(- Not yet, I'm still being licked with all these little girls...)

The magician's man - the first man to bark at Fermenia - was poking his knee but still making him smoke unbreakable defiance.

Yes, there's room for salvation, that's what the magician man thought.

Exactly. They still had no way to win.

The gesture, half powerless. I mean, there's still half of it left. Then there was a good chance of winning.

Even if we can't defeat the women, we just need to earn time for the summons of divinity. As long as we unload it, we use the power of divinity. That way, any opponent can be defeated.

Adjustment boundaries may have already been broken, but that's only for adjustment. It is only its role to make the divine nature of calling the most convenient for us, and even if it is broken, the summons itself does not become impossible.

That's why the magician man thought:

(You can stick. It's just that)

Meals are ready. The magicians who took the medicine and were in a state of desolation have already assembled in the central part of the village to perform the ritual of summons. The absence of a fan may lower the grade of power to summon slightly, but still enough. Neither the sorcerer's woman nor the girl who brings together the power (spirit) of the Spirit should succumb to the mighty mystery.

- But it's also a story if the situation stayed the same. If their enemies were the Fermenians alone, and that hadn't changed as it was, it would never have been possible to win either.

If only they were their enemies.

That's why such a hopeful observational thought instantly dissolved.

Yes, notice the signs of too powerful a magic power approaching.

Yes, from behind the ridge where the trees spread, suddenly realizing that dusk was approaching.

"What -?"

The daytime sky stains the sunset. Heaven is scorched by the sea, as if there had been a massive fire across the mountain. Not yet, it's not time for the sun to set. Yet the rate of erosion in the sunset is terribly fast. As if it were also a fast forward, the blue of the sky is suddenly lost, the blue is orange, the orange is blue at dusk, and visibly changes to black.

It's as if that color flavor is being inhaled somewhere.

The sky is anointed with the black of heaven at night, and it is imminent.

So, behind the magician's man's brain, there was something flashing.

- The star-dropping magician brings the night with him.

Hold a pale sword in your right hand and a gold shield in your left.

Put together your black clothes and lightning, and sin every vice in the name of a thousand nights, for that matter.

It is the common sense of those who immerse themselves in mystery. Shuiming Eight Keys, a magician of the Order who quelled the broken mystical disaster of the manifestation of the Red Dragon. It is worded with great power.

Someone in the gesture, breathtaking.

"Ba, silly. I think it's a star drop..."

Eventually, from behind the girls, a Japanese boy in black appears. The suit, preferably worn by the Sorcerer of the Order, features embroidered blue roses that use hope as a sign of the executive.

He holds a sword with a clean glow in one hand, and his other hand is stuck in the pocket of the suit unwrought.

A face that still has a young age, but the sorcerer's ruthlessness did appear on its face.

Two, a silver blonde woman releases a call.

"Lord Swimey!

"I'm sorry. Took me a bit of trouble clearing the line. You should be praised for placing proper gestures over there, too. - See?"

He showed such a bare gesture as to ask, and executed in lieu of coming for the fire-eye golden jade. I didn't know the surrogate sent in was this guy. I do have a proven track record with regard to mysterious crimes related to mystery, disasters, but I should have lost track of that news in the last few months.

So I realized.

"- No way, the information that was leaked. Ha!?

"That's not true. Me and you, on the palms of all the jizzy people at the Thousand Night Club, it's wacky that it was danced like a good idea."

Eight keys Shuiming mouths like tired. But I guess the bottom of that belly is boiling somewhat. Because the brilliance of its burning eyes was backwards, and the light was severely cold out.

"- Prepare the offensive technique! Shoot him in as hard as you can. Yeah, yeah!

Order number one. It was just an instruction to shoot all the magic you could, but I still told my people what it meant. It can also be said that each one of them agreed on an overly powerful threat in front of them. Optical surgery, specializing only in aggressiveness and destructiveness, struck the eight-key Shuiming from all angles.

"-Primum excipio"

(- First wall, castle expansion)

As the left hand protrudes along with a terminal spell chant, the moment, the golden magic formations are drawn in the sky, spinning, and unfolding. But the art of light, colliding with its magic formations, sent out like shields, scattering fierce sparks - does not lead to penetration. As it is, Hachi Shuiming moves his arms and body so as to prevent other optical techniques, while allowing other light strips to cope with the magic formation, chanting the spell again.

"- Secondom excipio"

(- Second wall, castle expansion)

Immediately afterwards, another magic formation was formed to further overlap the golden magic formation.

"- Tertium ex quartum excipio"

(- Third, fourth, expansion of the castle)

I can't stop chanting like that. Furthermore, the formation overlaps one or two.

Rotten golden fortress.

It is a defensive junction, famous for its magic.

- Typically, common junctional magic is performed after having all the necessary elements for the ritual. It is done by finding land to stretch in formation, installing goods to lay boundaries, and sitting back. Otherwise, a certain amount of preparation is indispensable in advance, using one's surroundings as a position for various effects.

But this eight-key Shuiming defensive junction, the liberated castle-building junction, said to build the ritual structure of the great junction, which requires such a great deal of means and time, in a step-by-step manner, in view of the castle building.

Build walls, build halls and install devices with a variety of effects. They become individual rituals, and they become the key to superior sorcery activation and one sorcery.

In the meantime, it's only three minutes. They say they are exercised at an incredible rate that cannot be found in junctional witchcraft that requires rituals.

Relatively large amounts of magic are consumed, but for a great mage (high-grand class) with a furnace heart in his body, the issue of magic power is not so great.

There are many ways to pull the star air (astral) from the ground pulse, take in the ether in the air, and extend the limits.

Perhaps we have already taken the operation of the magic furnace to its limits.

"- 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)

"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 is -)

Congrega aurum magnalea.

(- My robustness. rotten golden fortress)

… eventually, a semi-liberal castle-building junction is formed without this magic passing through.

That is a golden magnalia supposedly prevented the Red Dragon from roaring. The golden light blinks so much that it burns remnants in the eyes, the ground is laid with multiple magic formations, and there are also many magic formations spinning in the hollow. Physical defense, magic defense, attenuation, time stagnation. Since it is a fortress, access is free, and attacks from within are possible.

The most threatening thing is that this is' moving 'around the operator. Now, when the eight-key Shuiming moves, the fortification-like junction assembled by the magic formations is moving with him as its starting point.

... If this happens, the last thing that will pierce this man's protection will be the mighty magicians who heard the sound or the ten (Greed of Ten) who fall into the devil.

"- What matters in sorcery warfare is how to break the opponent's hand tag or build a favorable situation. In that respect, it follows that the latter must always rot in the construction of the position. Like this."

That's what Mitsumi Eight Keys says, and he shows it with his arms spread out.

It's like telling me to watch this magic. Show me the great sorcery, and I'm frustrating this battle.

"Damn, what is your high theory in this situation -"

Shortly after I screamed back. Eight keys Shuiming opens his mouth.

"- Fiamma est lego.Vis wizard.Hex agon aestua sursum.Impedimentum mors"

(- Fire, gather. Like the sorcerer's screaming resentment. The demon burns in form and form, and the fate of death that should be feared by those who hinder us)

――

At the same time as the exercise of magic, the magic power of the eight-key Shuiming roars, and the air elements are sucked into him at once from all around him. While this one is out of balance with the wind pressure, the engraving depicting the mark of Mars rises at the center of the magic formation, the flames swirl, and eventually the magic formation unfolds unwrought in the air. Fire powder is scattered all around them, overflowing them, making them shine even more.

A flame that seems to overwhelm the sky as if it can wait to be exercised now.

On the palm of the Eight Keys Mitsumi, a bright red, red-hot gem floated.

- Fiamma o Ashurbanipal.

- Then shine. The dazzling stone of Ashur Banipal.

"Wait, wait."

The screaming voice, similar to the plea, was scratched out by the explosion that occurred shortly after the jewel crushing.

Yet the sound disappears as if the tympanic membrane had blown away, and tinnitus like a mechanical sound comes from afar. Flames and bombardments of unparalleled power from the flames used by our fellow magicians earlier ravaged the surroundings. The blast pressure ran through so much that the trees bent over.

Those who were able to lay down on their feet and put up defensive barriers - not many.

"Gu, ah..."

Playing defense didn't stop the 'Mage's Flame'. All over his body, he raises a distressed voice that tries to twist to the burn pain.

Eventually, when the flames subsided, what was there was an alley of snort shouting. Undefensible fellow magicians roam the ground, with a terrible scorching odor. The ground was red-hot and dissolved, and the red colour taste was still burning in both eyes as a remnant.

In an attempt to pick up only the sound, while healing the tympanic membrane with healing magic, the fellows who were pulling it backwards arrived and went in to help the other fellows.

"Hey! You okay?!?

"Gu, the burns are on my body..."

I'm holding him up and healing him. But Surprisingly, the Substitute Execution, which created that tragedy, is just watching. Once the burns are healed, the power will be restored again. No, the guard will be enriched by the arrival of the guard. Nonetheless, it's the first time I've said it wouldn't take annihilation.

Instead, he was looking at himself that unexpectedly,

"Hmm? Do you have enough temper to help your people? But not now. That's bad."

"What the fuck!?

A fellow who came to the lid to help raised his voice. And as it is, it rises the roar of agony and collapses to the ground.

"Hey, what?

"Hey, what's up? - Uh-oh!

On the occasion of one sinking into inexplicable suffering, one of the companions who came into help suffered one after the other. It is as if the burn pain had moved on to them as well.

Meanwhile, the eight-key Shuiming, who had just been watching, sighs like a shudder.

"Load the golden branch properly. It's the foundation of magic, isn't it?

"Kinshi... this, right? Infection, sorcery..."

Infection... yes, an infection. It should also be called the foundation of witchcraft, the law of infection. It is a preliminary law in magic that when you touch an object that holds a curse, the curse moves. By touching the cursed, his companions were subjected to the same curse.

… There are weapons in the world that have been restricted for use by regulatory treaties such as The Hague and Geneva, but some sorcerers also have such a thing as sorcery, which is prohibited for use.

They are called forbidden techniques, regardless of their high or low power, and the effects are so brutal and brutal that they are subject to severe punishment when used by regular magicians.

But substitution enforcement is not imprisoned by its restraints. Freedom to exercise the prohibition is promised only when poison is used to control the sorcerer who tries to disturb the peace of the world.

Free exercise of strong allusions, also known as brainwashing magic.

Perpetual sealing of life by time control.

The right to supervise the exercise of all great sorceries.

Local contamination due to disease and virulence.

And...

"Or Curse Infection (Curse of Outbreak) due to the Unlimited Infection Magic..."

If you touch it, the curse will shift and it will work, a viral curse. Once this type of magic is unleashed in downtown, the urban function will collapse instantly. Like ourselves now, those who come in to help suffer secondary damage. It continues with tertiary, tertiary and… eventually develops into a pandemic without the cause being elucidated.

Magic with the effect of losing the world.

Therefore, curse-infected witchcraft has been designated a ban by the Thousand Nightclubs.

The sorcerer girls, too, understood the menace - no, I guess the horror.

I'm losing my word to the so much nasty misery of people falling in pain.

"I don't really like this kind of thing, but it doesn't hurt my heart to use it on bad guys."

is a lie, Eight Keys Shuiming. Say that, but this would still be kind. It is often the case that the person against whom the executive decree has been issued is basically murdered for some reason. Of course, if it's a minor mystical crime, it's a bondage, but when the grade of the crime goes up, there are no more of them that would make it easy for me to capture them, so substitution enforcement takes self-defense into account and literally buries them away.

At a time when suffering is alive, let's say it's still merciful. Although I cannot forbid war as the same sorcerer for methods that do not use capacity for restraint and use the contagion of the curse to automatically disable it.

A woman with a silver blonde approached Mitsumi Eight Keys.

"Su, Lord Swimei... This sorcery is my 'White Burning in the Rain Jungle Clouds'"

"You're not, are you? That's 'flying fire', but this one's 'infected'. Oh, don't use it over here. If anyone else uses it, they'll catch you."

Hachi Shuiming mouthed it that way and shrugged his shoulder like there was no such thing.

"If you use it in this world, you're right. As for the surgery, it's almost perfect performance, right?

I hear you sagging and swallowing. Its strength to fight even your fellow soldiers. There were certainly surprises and tensions in the gaze of the three girls.

A red-haired girl exhales like half a shudder.

"The same is true of the multiplicity of magnificent sorceries, but then again, what is this effect? He did say that if he came this way, he would go back to where he was, but even so, he wasn't expecting it to be this far."

"I just said I wouldn't lose my power. You didn't tell me you couldn't shoot a stronger one, did you?

"Mr. Swimey, it's time for you to cut it out, okay?

"No, bad, bad"

I was in the middle of that laugh of the Eight Keys Mizumi Tsukikuri.

Suddenly, the surroundings start to shake.

It's like an earthquake, not an earthquake - an expression of mystical force field swings (manafield vibrations). It is a precursor phenomenon, which occurs just before the outbreak of a severe mystical phenomenon. The sound of the space itself roaring and the screaming that tore the woman apart shook, the dust rose and the stone rolling down the ground bounced and scattered with current.

Immediately after such a wobble begins, light overflows from the centre of the village. A pseudo-night heaven made by the eight keys Shuiming's "Purified Body in the Pale (Breathblade)". The light that rises to tear down its dark realm is so dazzling and strong that it is comparable to the golden glow he has created.

A magician's man rushes to check with other magicians who were nearby.

"Huh, the ceremony is -!?"

"I will!! Soon!"

"Ha-ha-ha! You idiot! This is what happens because you're so long! Now we win!

The ritual of divine summons has finally been completed. The sorcerer's man sprinkles an intoxicating laugh at the victory, as if he had forgotten the burn pain as well. Now we win. This victory cannot be shaken more than the power of non-standard power called divinity prevails in the present world.

The ruins blow up, and huge magic formations draw white lines on the ground spin, unfold, and spread even bigger.

"Su, Lord Swimei, this, is..."

Look, a silver blonde woman was shaking. He also doesn't know where the tremor came from, and he's confused. But naturally. Being a magician, you must be feeling it. He blues his face like an unspeakable chill ran up his back. That's the same for the girl with the colored hair.

Only a red-haired girl manipulates the power (spirit) of the Eight Keys Shuiming and the Spirit. Even the fellow magician man cannot hide his agitation in the expression of mighty power accompanied by the great task of divine summoning. That's no exception to the magician's man.

Eventually, with a strong luminescence, a yet unstable divine character crawls out of the magic formation, putting his hands on it during the formation. Still unstable in shape, his arms clumped together, as if he had climbed Naruto, and he put his strength to lift himself into this world.

"Mr. Swimey! They're summoning us!

"Bad, it's..."

The red-haired girl and the color-haired girl increase their magic in an attempt to stop it - but Eight Keys Shuiming took control of it with one hand.

"Shh, Mr. Swimey! Why are you stopping me!?

"- It's the basis of the summons. The summons by the Great Rite, if forced intervention is attempted along the way, will cause a catastrophe that bounces back and is unexpected. Then it's safer to return the opponent within the unstable range after summoning him."

"Really?

"Oh. Adjustment boundaries are already broken. At a time when assimilation with divinity is no longer possible, we will not lose."

"Then."

"Blow away where your presence is confirmed, all at once"

Mouth it lightly that way, but I didn't think such a prospect could be easily achieved.

"Just because you're in charge, it's so easy to attribute divinity, etc. -"

"You don't think so? Unfortunately, it's already past the road."

When Eight Keys Shuiming speaks arrogantly, his fellow magician man screams in his mouth.

"Hatter! You can't do that!

"The other guy is a god!

"I'm not the one the sorcerer can do something about!

That way, if you can't, you're certain of this victory. It also sounds as if it's such a rarity that you want to scratch off your anxiety with screaming.

So the magician's man, who regained his composure, goes to a mundane point of view.

Here we go, and I have a bad feeling you're running up my back. Yes, there must be a reason why this man was elected to this executive decree.

Hachi Shuiming had a proven track record of driving away his divinity before, so he was involved in this matter.

"... holy lightning"

A whine leaking out of his mouth, even without trying, invites the laughter of Eight Keys Mizumi.

It's an invincible grin that doesn't even make things like the dreaded threat in front of you.

The shock and tremor continue today. From the magic formation of the White Line is always overflowing with strong forces, whose surplus invades the area where it became the current, reshaping it as if the blue and white luminescence had twisted the clay around, gradually forming a huge figure of divinity. When some part of his body touched the world, it became dust and collapsed, and the wind pressure that kept leaking blew it away.

... head. I got my head out. Huge eyeballs. Snoring face shape. It would be too blasphemous for anyone to worship God as sacred. Eventually, that precarious appearance is set in what the summoner imagined. Trying to get closer to divinity. Expansion, contractions were repeatedly shaped, and eventually crawled up from the fallen of the magic formation, revealing its entirety.

I can't stand its divine authority enough that those who poke their knees also show up. The girls are no exception.

It was truly a disaster. Just comparable fierceness is enclosed in this.

Is it good or evil? I don't know what I'm going to make, I'm going to destroy what's around me. So this is still a disaster.

But before such a disaster, Mitsumi Hachi has a spare look on his face. Swirl the mercury knife in your hand, pierce it to the ground, and shake your collar to make the suit comfortable.

And...

"- Abreq ad habra"

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

When Eight Keys Shuiming creates the shape of a knife mark with his right hand, lightning flashes up momentarily.

From the clouds that float in the sky, from some city far away, energy belonging to electricity gathers around the perimeter, as if trying to uproot all electricity, becoming a blue lightning bolt.

At the same time, a bust of an inorganic woman appearing behind him.

Could it be true chanting?

"Dicite.Qui conturbat me.Ut omnis qui interfieit vos ad me.Ergo mors meus es tu.Fulgur caeruleum.Procal.Qui praemisit personam.Fulgur dissipati -"

(Yes, I'll tell you now. He who stands before me, thou shalt be an enemy unto me. Therefore thou art nothing but my mighty death. Then a blue lightning bolt. That's where we're going. It's what's ahead of you. My thunder splashes forward -)

An unconstructively scattered lightning bolt gathers at the fingertips of the eight-key Mizumi, as if it had regenerated the ripples on the surface of the water in reverse. At the end of the knife mark is the blue and white sphere and the high energy and the magical formation that continues to compress it now. Eventually, when the divine character extended his arm to Shuiming, Eight Keys Shuiming also put his half in front of him and offered him the cut of that lightning bolt.

The magic formation leads toward divinity. It's like a flow path. It extends from under the Eight Keys to under the divine character.

"Return. To where it should be."

With the scream of the torn woman, a pale running stream penetrated the divine character, cleaving the clouds of heaven and flashing into the pitch-black sky.