Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

Where did you run after you broke up with your buddies at the fort?

Being in the woods probably meant coming within the demonic sphere of power. I couldn't make an exit south, so there's no mistake first.

The demons who came from before slaughtered them as they ran, and the demons who chased them from behind slaughtered them without turning around, and continued to run obsessively through the demons who gushed with straw. All the time around, we are surrounded by deep darkness, and our sights are not well served. There should be three moons floating in the sky tonight, but the darkness will increase even further as this area is a swarm of black steel trees. Black steel wood trees with deep, dark blue-blue leaves, also close to black, stretched their branches to spread, and their bark is also black, as they peeled and pasted the heavens at night.

That's why I'm under the illusion of being in a depressed night forest, even though I can afford the distance between trees and trees.

I know the general position I am, thanks to having been looking at the map for a long time, but it would be quite a bone break to exit the demonic sphere of power because it is completely opposite to the territory of the Union. That's not going to be so easy, not even because it's going through the woods.

On second thought, the demons seem to have come after themselves. He was stubbornly aiming himself and moving not to let him take the right exit - that is.

"This was for me from the beginning..."

It was all their ruse. It was a manoeuvre, a manoeuvre that woven the dispersion, and the fruit, aimed only at the lives of the brave, whatever else was good.

If the human army falls into distress, the brave will surely appear in battle. Brave men work more than a few troops on their own, making them efficient and easy to move. On the other hand, he was trying to take it away by targeting only the brave men who came to rescue him.

Firstly, an army of the same magnitude will be placed in the front so that the main units of the Union cannot move, moving some separate teams. Let that separate squad raid the fort, one of them to a powerful squad, the others to such an extent that they could not drop the fort of the Union that they would come to the place where the brave men aimed. The rest goes with what happened in that fort. When I struck out, the demons attacked me from multiple directions as if I had suddenly targeted them.

The sudden increase in the Demons was probably due to dispersing the Demons, who were attacking the other Northeast sides, ready for devastation. People who don't care about other lives can easily throw away their people.

Or maybe they just set aside demons and attacked only the demons. Then I can also be convinced about the sudden outbreak of reinforcements at that time.

I knew from the beginning that I had thoughts. So we've got enough fighting power to break it, and we didn't fail to gather information. But defeat is decisive when you fail to accurately perceive the enemy's purpose. We mistake the purpose of the enemy for the destruction of the main unit and have fallen prey to it.

Hide clear measures and target the brave. Yes, that meant that the best hand we should have taken when we joined the main unit was to send a large amount of reinforcements to the fort or abandon our allies.

I just sent a ton of reinforcements. That number would be water on the burning stone, and there's no way I can abandon my allies or anything. At the time the measure was used, I was certain that I would never be able to defeat the brave man. To realize, I was losing it late.

"Oh well..."

I understood everything, and my strength fell out of my body. Keep crouching at the root of the tree. And as I held myself, I lurked myself small.

My eyes may have been clouded by the victory so far. It was unbeatable to the Demons, so they said they could continue to fight. I knew there were demons who would use the measures, and I was even careful.

No, even though you think you're careful yourself, it didn't seem true?

True blindness means not even realizing it.

The outlook was sweet. Just saying you have the power, the battle wasn't easy to win.

"Come with me, or..."

Unexpectedly, I am reminded of the words that Hachi Shuiming said to me that night.

If this were to happen, should I have taken his hand honestly then? If you had shown no strength, no responsibility as a brave man, no blame for throwing out battles or anything, you wouldn't have been in such a predicament where all this anxiety would have increased.

- There's no reason you have to fight.

Yes, he's right, I was just called. Then I lost my memory. There is no need to force it.

Think about that, shake your head probably. Such a thing is just a weak sound. It's just a convenient excuse. You waved a sword from yourself, and you said you were going to act alone, and now what are you going to do with it up on the shelf? It's all rust coming out of me.

But still, spiciness is sought after.

Because you're alone in this darkness? No, that's not the only reason I get a gasp for this loneliness. Yes, I've missed myself ever since I came to this world. I don't think that was ever a heartfelt laugh, even if I was showing a smile around me. I don't know who I am, so I calmed down.

Maybe that's why they fought so far, biased. Anxiety was attached, but only when I was taking the sword and waving it was I released from its lonely thoughts. So far, I think he wanted to be free from anxiety unconsciously, and he was fighting.

However, the anxiety is now somewhat alleviated. For some reason. That's because there are people who know who they are and it makes them feel easier.

He said family to himself. He said he was a cousin with blood connections and an important body.

It was a funny story. But there was only someone else. Here, I was sure the words resonated with my heart.

He thinks of himself. He's waiting for me. He said there was someone like that. So I guess just a little, just a little relief from anxiety.

When I meditate on my eyes, I see the events in my dreams behind my eye lid. It's you and the boy you're playing with that comes out, him. I guess this is the memory I experienced when I was a little girl before I lost my memory.

As that memory suggests, could you come and look for me, like that dream of hide and seek?

- Oh, man, I didn't know you were here.

Yes, like this, hiccup......

"Huh -?"

"Oh, my goodness, you've been a mess for so long."

Turn to those who hear voices and doubt my eyes.

When I turned my gaze toward the voice, there was an eight-key watering figure in the darkness made by the branches of the forest. I can't see it firmly because I'm in the dark, but it really showed up sneaky.

"Eight keys!? Really!? Liar......"

"Ya, eight keys..."

That's what makes him look sinister. Is it because I'm not used to being called that? I guess it won't come tight. Stand up differently than before. I used to wear green qualitative clothes, but now I'm dressed in black - a black suit.

"You, why are you here..."

"That's decided because I came looking for you, isn't it? I heard you left for battle with the Demons, so when you joined the main unit, you were missing. I'm worried."

"Oh, yeah......"

His words make my face suddenly hot. I asked other questions in an attempt to distract it.

"Su, what are you wearing a suit for?

"No, student clothes when you come to this world. But you can take out any replacement you need."

"Wizards are handy."

"He's a magician. I distinguished myself from the rest of the world."

I'm not sure how it's different, but that said, the eight keys took the obsolete type of cantera out of the handheld back.

"Okay, fire, can you light it?

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

"Hey, hey! The demons who did that will find you!?

"Maybe, but this is too dark for you, then, no matter how much, right?

"But"

"Darkness reduces nerves. The fact that you can't see is a bunch of anxiety. If he's originally blind, he'll be used to it, but for those who aren't, the darkness will always be on his mind. If the Demons were losing focus when they attacked us, that would be fatal, wouldn't it?

Eight keys never heard of this one. Some kind of manifold, when he gently fingered Cantera, lit a fire inside the glass tube. The light is orange with warmth. The light source is as bright as a small but incendiary fire, so that you can clearly see the face, figure and forest of the eight keys.

When it got bright, I felt somewhere calm, as he said.

"Well, then, show me the wound."

"Can you cure it?

"I'm a magician."

Show him the cuts on his arms and legs so reliably and coolly. Some of the wounds were deep, but the protection of Yingjie's summons has now turned into a small wound.

Then the eight keys, when they uttered a word or two, created a green magic formation and brilliance in the palm of his hand.

The brilliance is applied to the cut on the arm. What conveys is a hint of warmth that makes you feel gentle. Eventually, when his hands left, the scratches on him were gone clean and refreshing.

Whispers to imitate the words in his mouth as he is being healed of other wounds.

Yes, it did go hand in hand with the bullshit I heard in my dreams, and that smile that I showed at the end of my treatment was the same as that reliable smile that that boy who comes out in his dreams shows.

At the end of the treatment, how could the tension that was tying my mind be resolved?

Did you see such a microscope? Eight keys. He comes over with a worrying gaze.

"What's up? Are you okay? Do you want to move after you've rested?

"Walk. Things you can't have done this forever"

I get somewhere embarrassed by the kindness that hangs me, and I turn to Puppy like that.

Then he opened his mouth with Pocan.

"What?"

"Oh no, as soon as I healed, I got more powerful..." That's the same as before you lost your memory. "

"Mm... I'm sorry about your dinner"

And I say to frustration. Hi. I didn't care that he saw me like that. Eight keys, on the other hand, were laughing out loud to say they were even delightful.

"Shall we go then?"

"On the way home, you know?

"I know where you're going, so you can walk and it doesn't matter."

"Suitable..."

But right now, that's the only way. It was possible to bowl in with the Demons, but even if we stay here, things are going to get worse, and we should move because we're getting stronger now.

The brave say that if his temper is not lost, he can be protected by a goddess. Perhaps because the anxiety has been allayed, its protection has begun to work. You can fight enough with this in front of the Demons.

Eight keys to raise the cantera and walk out. He magically cleverly cleaves and removes anything that gets in the way of walking bushes and other things, and walks as he makes his way.

I follow him like that, paying attention to the shadows with orange outlines floating in the light emitted by Cantera. Then, accidentally, he spoke to me.

"This is a very hard tree."

"They say Black Wood. Trees native to the North. He said it was used for weapons and stuff."

"If you say so, you've heard of sturdy wood before."

Eight keys that leak a ho and an impression. Despite the critical situation, there was no tension.

Ask him what he cared about, even as he shuddered at him like that.

"Hey, didn't you meet the Selfies on the way?

"Oh, we met. He's got my people with him, and probably all three of them are off by now. I haven't heard the details, but it looks like the other soldiers were with you, huh?

"Yes, good... I got away safely"

One concern disappears, exhaling relieved breath. Luckily we were all safe. However, that leads to an example speculation.

And just now, Eight Keys asked me about it.

"But I didn't know you were the only one here."

"I was probably the only one they were after. That's why I'm here."

"Mm...?

Meaning Briefly explain to the eight keys that frown on the deep answer.

Operation taken by the Demons. And what do demons get as a result of using that measure?

Hachi, who had often listened quietly, gave a convincing voice when he had finished hearing the explanation.

"... I see. The point is, you were the only one aiming, so the others got away with it."

"Probably. It's speculation judged by the circumstances, but if you think about it, it can be a measure."

Walking side by side for a while, behind the darkness ahead, I saw trees illuminated by blue and white light.

"Bright over there..."

Perhaps the light of the moon is shooting down. When I leak those words while I'm depressed, Eight Keys points at Cantera.

"You want to go?"

Nodding and going through the bushes together, he went out into a strange space lined with huge stones.

Even though the area is surrounded by sturdy black steel tree forests, for some reason the trees are cut open only in this place, leaving room for the moonlight to shoot in. Huge stones lacked by the way, and some parts were weathered and shredded to see if they had done so for years. However, it can be seen from the regularity of the line and the structure of the stone that a man's hand was applied.

Another fun unlike the buildings in the Union and the remaining ruins. It was illuminated by moonlight and also seemed like the wind floating up in the space of night, which was reminiscent of the apoptosis of one civilization somewhere.

"This, what is it? Ruins."

"Looks like..."

Whispering so much about this question, Eight Keys approaches the remains. In the meantime he stopped at a place where he could see the center of the remains.

"What's going on?

"This guy..."

He did not answer the query. Instead of being ignored, the way it didn't come into my ear. When I look at his face, he still has a surprised look on his face, and he walks around looking closely at his surroundings.

And

"This is where it happened..."

(viii) The key weaves joy into a strangely convincing voice, and mouths it like a solitary.

I approached myself, and when I looked around like him, I noticed myself, too.

Large magic formations are depicted, as they are at the heart of a line of boulders with regularity. At the center is the shape with the triangle reversed. The inscribed letters belong to this world. And despite being placed in this place for a long time, the paint is like blood that has just been squeezed.

And this is...

"Sure this is the magic formation of Yingjie's summons?

"Oh. Seems like some things are different from the ones used in Astel, but definitely"

"But how did you get here?

"You said before you were looking for clues to go home. I'm here because I heard that the first time Yingjie was summoned, there was a place in the Federation."

"So this is the clue?

"Oh, it's what I'm here for. No, I didn't know it was here... It's ironic to find it at a time like this."

That's what I said, laughing naggingly, eight keys Shuiming clapping her shoulders in a good mood.

"Hey, you mean you can go back to the original world with this?

"Hmm? Oh, no, I can't go back to the original world then. This guy is a team to call, so we have to create a new magic team for the transfer using the original information we can read from this team to get back."

"It's hard."

"Don't say it. It's not like an SF warp device or a wormhole or a portal."

Eight keys to give useful examples and embarrass. All the words he casually likened are familiar and understandable of any kind. After all, people in the same world are different from people in conversation.

"Then I'm sorry, just give me a minute"

"Huh? Could you look at it now?!?

"It'll be over soon. I'll just copy the magic team first and investigate it properly."

That's what I say. A wizard boy walking away with Stasta. Despite the fact that the Demons may come, what is this man thinking? Eventually, his magic grows.

It's not like when you light a fire on cantera. If you release the magic to your peeves, this is the time.

"Seriously? The demons will notice..."

"Maybe so."

"Maybe so."

That being said, Eight Keys begins to start some sort of magic with no cared bare gestures, and some impressionable voices like "heh" and "ho".

"Hey, you're not!? How could you bother imitating it so that it would be noticed!?

"No, I don't mind."

"Why are you going to such an answer!? You're in a situation where we're being put! Really! Do you know that?

"What are you angry about? Calm down, that's all right. It's not like you don't understand."

"Ha... ha?

Too plain a reaction drained me of poison, diminishing my tone. Then he turns this way and scratches his head like he's in trouble. When I thought so, I threw up a sigh similar to giving up, putting together a chilling, quiet atmosphere, as if when I first showed up in the palace.

Breathtaking without knowing. Then he let his eyes glow red,

"You said earlier that the demons had framed you. The Demons are only after you, the brave ones, who set up this operation."

"Well, I suppose so... what's wrong with that?

"Enough to set up such an operation. He'll want to pick it up when you're alone. If that's what you're saying, there's no way you're dropping a miscellaneous fish. There must be a demonic general out there to bet on certainty."

"... it"

The story was convincing. I have defeated demonic generals before. Therefore, it is necessary to cut the opponent (card) close to or above it in order to take over. It is therefore likely that the General of his Passionist tribe will appear.

"But how does that have anything to do with imitating what's going on?

"Well, listen. That means. The Demon General is looking for you right now. He must have fallen for you... and there are two options for action we can take. Either you run or you stand up to it."

So separated, eight keys go on.

"Perhaps you still wish you hadn't defeated the Demon General. It's also Ali who runs away, regains his posture, and bets next. But I have to take him down here today for a reason."

"Duh, why?

"It's not like there's any chance you'll be framed for that next time, and it's not like I'm on the spot like this one. That's why I need to make sure that the Demon General is defeated here and now."

It was a hot, sincere word that was uttered, as the nagging attitude of earlier was a lie. And those bright red shining eyes did say, 'To protect you'.

"That's why I don't just run away. You think it's growing?

"Ugh, yeah...... ok"

Anticipates an unexpected overlap of the eye and diverts the gaze downwards. I couldn't see it. Yes, because I thought if I looked directly into his eyes shining in that determination, my heart would be caught between moments.

I guess I repelled that because, for one thing, I'm in a state of amnesia. Is it good to be distraught by this man even though I don't know what my original feelings were for this man? Perhaps that's how I've now unconsciously thought of myself.

The eight keys, which spoke of thought and readiness, returned to the investigation, as they had done earlier.

I see his back like that.

He came here for himself, just as he did when he broke in. Without greed in return. Without asking. Like I said, it's my natural way of being.

Therefore, I couldn't help but ask.

"... why?

"How could you get that far?

"I told you. You're family to me. So..."

"I know that. Because he's my cousin. But is that really all?

"That's all...?

"So me and you..."

When I tried to ask, the branch leaves of the forest crept into obscurity. The air then begins to accompany tingling numbness. Footsteps and feathers gushing from afar, and spooky signs.

- Are you there?

Eight keys would be right in the mouth. The demons were caught baiting the name magic he sowed to attract them.

When the stiffness of the woods is swept away, the devil's figure emerges from the darkness among the trees. With the ruins on his back, not behind him, but semi-surrounded.

Take a silent stand. As I glanced sideways at the signs of walking over, Eight Keys stuck his hand in Slacks' pocket and stood next to him.

I don't show a bare gesture like the demons attacking me. Normally, as soon as I find a human, they attack me, but I just peel my teeth off and watch them seep out hostility. It's like a dog in the middle of taking care of you.

Eventually, from its center, someone emerges wearing a black robe that is edged with gold embroidery. I thought of man for a moment in his appearance, but when I looked closely, I found that the body that was supposed to be in the robe consisted of a pitch-black jar and not a person.

The cohesive atmosphere is different from that of other demons, and the demons around him try to see and obey him. Probably a demonic general. Red eyes shimmer in the darkness.

Ask him what his predictions are. Eight keys is somewhere careless.

"You, the Demon General?

Eight keys to answer the question, or a voice comes from a black robe floating in the universe.

"My name is Vishudda and I am entrusted with one of the seven armies. Blessed be the goddess of hate, Lord Brave."

Sleek tone. Are you making fun of the inner little fool, or are you mocking him? I can see with certainty that the emotions I said so are in my chest. Mouthfeel.

"You're not similar to the characters in the report, are you a fellow brave man?

"No. Inside."

General of the Demon Nation - to Vishudda and I don't know, I guess it was a reply. Surely, even if we hear of the human body called by the other world, does it not stick?

Secondly, Vishudda makes a laugh.

"I was in a bit of a hurry once there was a report that I lost sight of it, but it saved me a lot of time looking for it. I don't know why I'm here, but it releases magic in a way that's easy to understand."

"That was good. I deserve to use my powers, too. Why don't you play the gratuity instead?

"Yeah, sure. I will redeem you with your blood. Hihihihi......"

Vishudda with a creepy laugh and eight keys that, in contrast, don't even move the back and mouth of the mouth as pickly. Let such a man be blamed.

"... what are you talking about?

"Don't tingle. It's as light as a mouth, okay? But he's not likely to be provocative."

"... Mm"

He was weighing it now. It wasn't a witch mountain play. Apparently it was his lack of leakage.

Now I ask Vishudda.

"You're the one who set up this operation?

"That's right. Brave men of the Union, you are strong. So I thought I'd take you down with a plan. We took these shapes."

"That's why I'm here."

"Yes, you defeated Mauhario. I thought that would always make it easier to get in tune and get caught up in the measures. It was worth the trouble."

"You, general of the same company."

And then I realize. At a time when I'm setting up such a strategy, I need to know that there's no ethic for this demon clan to think of its people. And Vishudda laughs out as she thought.

"You're not. Mauhario did all he could for me, his people."

"This bastard..."

Put a clear aversion to your voice, while pointing your cuttoe at a robe floating in the universe. Kill, but the opponent never moves at all. Stepping forward, the bewildered voice of the eight keys chased him to his back.

"Hey Hatsumi."

"I'll come forward. You ask for someone else."

"No, I'll take this one."

You've imitated it like you call it, so you want to say you'll take it down responsibly. But you can't be protected. A swordsman's blood flowing through his body says that to himself. He wants me to take him down. We must not leave such malice to others.

When I looked at you, did you draw this will, or did you give up persuasion? Eight keys that exhale without even sighing and pull back heavily.

"Wow. I'll do something about him first."

When Eight Keys says so, they increase their magic power to the body. Did you feel that, Vishudda, the creepy laugh also cut up early and shook her arms up.

"Come on, take it!

The act of waving your arms down and the decree is proclaimed, at the same time, the Demon Nation jumps at the same time. But this first wave is not particularly critical. Same as always. They attack at the same time every time, as if they were elephants.

Yes, as though it were a beast jumping on the meat of bait placed unwrought.

That's certainly the surest hand. Because there is no such thing as normal human beings when they jump at the same time by the number or mass. But that's a story if you're a normal person. If you have the strength, you have the understanding when you come multi-on-one, the measures to open it, etc.

If so, he is slaughtered by a nearby demon clan from himself before being surrounded and slapped, but it is important. When you were surrounded by enemies, when was it the swordsman of your time who said you were going to chop up enemies yourself instead of protecting them? While I am uncertain about my memory, I can't afford to give that name to myself, but I have no problem practicing it.

Run like a disease before the Demons come in in time to take the most demons into their own time. The Demons don't have time to be surprised by the foot judgment that set my distance to zero in an instant. My neck was already rolling on the ground when I finally got that on my face. And without killing that momentum, to the next demon tribe. Flying toward the demon clan where the neighbor is hit and tries to change direction, where the body exceeds the height of the demon clan, poking one hand in the right towards the face like a ghost face.

Poking is bad in battles against the majority. It's a powerful move, but once you push it out, it takes a move to pull the knife out of the opponent's body, and the next hand lags behind.

But enough to say that such a thing was inevitable, I did have my own strength. Push into the face, pushing momentum to the beginning of the blink without pulling a cut through it. Without loathing to be exposed to blood, flesh pieces, or brains, push down the Demons before. Shoot a slash into the next enemy in front.

The next demon clan cleaved to pieces to become five in one breath. Rising blood smoke. A slight mingle until it clears, in time and in a moment. Take charge of the machete as everything moves in slow regeneration, set a goal so that several demons overlap with slashing lines, slashing the skies thoughtfully.

The air, which was slow from the moment it swung out, was unraveled, and now the quick regeneration was as good as it was. Everything became two before the slaughter and blew away.

This is all the demon tribes that have attacked me. I finished everything with the current series of attacks.

But it's warm. It does not pose any problems at all, such as the strength of the Demon Nation. And my powers are rising. As if it were a geyser that never dried up, the power was rising indefinitely.

Don't fail to be alert to Vishudda, I care about Eight Keys. He was also surrounded by demons and was about to jump right to him.

(viii) The operation of the key is slow and still does not work. That is eagle frying the night he first came to the palace, surrounded by soldiers of the Union. The number of demons flown is nearly ten. There's no escape, and it doesn't seem like we're gonna make it to deal with it. But...

Every ground around the eight keys was blown up instantly by the Demons.

".................. wow"

I don't know and squeal like that as I hear the explosion. As soon as the eight keys cut one letter across with a knife mark that mimicked with his fingers and swung its fingertips up over the sky, the Demons were swallowed by flames all over the ground.

The man who stands in the heart of the explosion moves loosely with his body half open, as if he were a god who unites the flames.

... after all, it's quite a force. I have seen magic many times in the battle against the Demons, but this man's is distinct and heterogeneous in comparison to it.

And Eight Keys turned his gaze to Vishudda to Eagle Deep.

"No matter how much it costs, we can't take it down, can we?

"But the more magic and strength you have, the better, right?

As soon as Vishudda says so back, a large number of demons gush out of the woods.

"All bunnies and miscellaneous fish..."

"Hihihi, you stay with that miscellaneous fish. I have to deal with the brave..."

So creepy laugh, Vishudda turning this way. Are you going to leave early? I set out to see Vishudda move and run in from myself.

A feathered demon clan, who had refrained, jumped from the right, left and both directions. Cut eight letters with a machete, both pairs in one breath, and aim for Vishudda. Vishudda's movements have an eagle frizz like eight keys, but I can feel the creeps in her fluffy floating figure.

Turning around to the left, this one stretches the machete, and from the other side, a demon hand stretches with the purple aura together in his nails.

He stood tall from side to side, but was sent away. Apparently, the Demon General is still not like the Miscellaneous Fish. As if the paper floating in the sky deviates in a thick breeze, the cutting edge is not even Vishudda's robe.

"Ku......"

Not easily, he leaks slight bitterness and jumps back. And then it would come. As I was preparing for Vishudda's attack, suddenly a purple flash ran through my back.

"Colour?"

A black robe floated fluttering to escape the light, leaving Vishudda a great distance. Shot in between are the magic of the Eight Keys that are now dealing with many demons.

"Eight keys!

" is something that can be clever"

Instead of replying, he just turned his gaze this way. But the sight returns to the demonic tribe, which soon strikes, shooting down the demonic tribe one after another with flames and thunder.

Eight keys are covering me from behind. We're dealing with the demons around us, and we're sewing up a gap in this attack and putting some restraint in Vishudda.

(What a skill...)

While dealing with a dozen demons, it is not usual to include cover in this battle. So much so that I suspect that sensory organs such as eyes and ears and the perceptual area of the brain are ten times greater than that of an ordinary person.

On the other hand, this is--

"Ahhh!

To Vishudda, he is slaughtered with temper. It is not easy to hit, but it launches a series of attacks while assembling a sword attack. A constant series of attacks did not chase him down and eventually blunted Vishudda's movements.

(Here!)

Slash into the gap from the right shoulder at once to the left flank. The Special Strike does not exasperate, but puts the temper into the sword and strikes it quietly. As I aimed, the sword devoured Vishudda's body.

But...

"Huh -? Kuh!?

A purple aura appears on the edge of the eye, pulling herself aggressively. Shortly after this one wielded the machete, Vishudda's demon came at me.

"You did a good job. That's how I figured it out."

"What are you so quick about!

Moved for a moment into an unexpected event, but immediately yelled back and waved the knife. And now Vishuddha, who doesn't squirm and doesn't squirm. I didn't ask if there was any need to get involved, but the Great Standing only cut open the unresponsive darkness.

"What's up? You can't take me down with an attack like that, can you?

"No!? Indeed, the sword strike..."

Through. Nevertheless, I can't convey the feeling I slashed in my hand. In a hurry for that enigmatic circumstance, the attack and defense are elusive. Then eight keys yelled in the back.

"Hatsumi! Get out of the way!

"-!"

Respond to your voice and retreat loudly in an aggressive manner. Moments later, from the eight keys that had protruded, I heard the sound of a pattin and a petite fingersnap, the aftertaste of which quickly scratched away with a loud bursting sound.

The air in front of the exploding Vishudda. The shock immediately slapped Vishudda's body. But the black robe flutters with the wind, as if nothing had happened.

"- Ah?"

"What's up? That's not gonna work for me, is it?

To the provocative words, but the eight keys remain unanswered. I don't care about the demons looming from behind, staring at Vishuda silently...

"Huh -?"

(viii) The figure of the key scratched off the spot as if it were smoke. Demons who lose sight of their goals. When I realized, behind the confused demons, there was his appearance.

And floating in the night sky, all sorts of magic formations.

"Hey......!?

Numerous magic formations create an unexpected voice of haste at the sight of floating to fill the night sky. I understand it was caused by an ally, but I couldn't keep up with the organizing in my head.

"- Ad centum transcription.Augoeides maximum trigger!

(- Optical luminosity maximum operation. The explosive outfit expands continuously from the best to the hundredth, carpet bombing!

From the magic formation that fills the hollow, a few strips flash. The tip of the landed light emits intense light at the same time as the burst, blowing wide enough that there is no place for it, either while fleeing the Demons or Vishuda. That's exactly what a carpet bombing deserves.

You can't live with this. I'm relieved to think of those who eat this - as such, anyway. Eventually, the remnants of the flash burning in your eyes disappear. And Vishudda...

"Hihihihihihihihi..."

"That's it!?

The feathered demons wiped everything out before the flash, but Vishudda remained the same. He's just quietly making a seeping creepy laugh of excitement.

The magic of the eight keys earlier was a fierce range attack with no escape of inches. The sturdy black steel tree trunk blew up unbroken and rolled around, a storm of flash enough for extensive ground to be dug up...... despite this, Vishudda is alive and well. As if nothing had happened, the robe is floating fluffy in the universe.

Eight keys gazing at Vishudda groans suspiciously.

"Even high-ranking sorcery doesn't pass. So...? Isn't that what happened earlier? No, the magic is pushing through my body...?

What you hear is a voice of confusion mixed with some jargon. He also doesn't know why Vishudda can't be attacked.

Only slightly confused, Eight Keys opens his mouth again.

" Et factus est invisibilis. Instar venti! Tempestas!

(- My blade is invisible, but sinks my enemies into blood with the sharpness of steel! Blow it to dust!

Soon as Vishudda moves into action, the next magic occurs. Shortly after the chanting of the eight keys is finished, the black steel trees around Vishudda, the earth on the ground, the rolling stones, suddenly a thousand cuts into a thousand cuts and blows away. I don't know if it's an air blade or an invisible blade, but even though it's just torn apart, the invisible slaughter storm won't stop. Vishudda hides with soot and wood chips that have risen, and is impossible to imply. But the storm continued like a tornado until everything returned to dust.

Now it's time.

"Now......!

"No, this guy's in the front seat."

"Huh -?"

(viii) At the same time as Keys said, his body was drawn to him by unseen force.

When I was allowed to land by him, a number of thin lines of fire, like red thread, ran into the dust of wood chips that were made in front of me.

Eventually, a bright red demon emerges and swells from the dust of rising wood chips. All of them then inverted into a burst.

The expected blast and heat did not come here. Eight keys must have blocked it. There is no damage to the remains either. But...

"Ko, could this be... a dust explosion!?

In contrast to this one, which comes as a surprise, the eight keys send a cold gaze across the flames everywhere, as if nothing were happening. Not only did you shoot magic, but did you even incorporate it into the frame of attack until such a phenomenon? This spine gets cold in a constant series of attacks that incorporate phenomena after magic.

But still, Vishudda was alive and well.

"Can't you even spray it..."

Yes, the mysterious sound of the Eight Keys sounded, like accepting facts as facts.

And then he stopped opening his mouth.

Despite Vishudda's defenselessness, he doesn't chant, he doesn't shoot in magic.

"Eight keys!

Eight keys doesn't answer. It remained a bar on top of each other, as if he had given up defeating it.