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In the space of a breath, he closes the distance to the Sith. With his momentum, he grabbed at the Sith with the hand that wasn't holding the sword.

The Sith retreats, but taunts it in a familiar manner.

It's a momentary exchange, but it's an obvious anomaly. If the being in front of you is of the same status as Dia, there is no way you can avoid the current grab. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.

But this much is to be expected.

I'm not surprised to see him swing his right handed sword. I'm aiming to seriously injure her leg and restrain her.

The Sith catches the flash lightly.

A light sound as if striking a hollow cylinder was heard and the sword was flicked off.

It was neither magic nor the sword that received it.

A shining white arm -- a shining white arm.

I am surprised at the strength of that white arm.

This is a sword that can easily split even the crystals in the depths of the labyrinth, the treasured sword of the House of Ares. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it. And I'm afraid of the Sith who have no hesitation in holding out their arms to that flash.

The Sith chuckles and takes a distance from me. From the direction of its retreat, I knew immediately that it was planning to escape from the window of the room.

''-- 'Flame Arrow'!

But the escape route was too easy to understand.

Maria, who had called for the Sith's movement, had placed magic on that escape route.

It was not an easy magic.

The magic was a rudimentary flame bullet. However, due to Maria's high magic power, that flame bullet had turned into a lava lump. The size of that magic was so large that it could vaporize even large monsters in an instant.

It didn't matter how many months of full recovery it would be, as long as it didn't cause death. It's a magic that feels such a relentlessness.

The Sith, whose movements are read, can't avoid it and hit it directly. However, just before it was eaten, the wings on its back could be seen moving.

Since it was wrapped in those light wings, it must have exercised some kind of defense.

A vicious flame bullet enveloped the Sith and burned down the entire wall of the pavilion.

Then, the Sith wrapped in flames are thrown out of the pavilion as it is.

Maria and I, confident that we can't defeat it with this degree of certainty, go after it. We pass through the walls of the empty pavilion and go out into the garden.

The garden is still a grassy field due to the magic of the id. The grass sparks and the garden begins to burn. According to the information in Dimension, the rear pavilion was also on fire.

The Sith who had been hit by the flaming bullets had become a firebrand. However, he easily shook off all of the flames by flapping his wings of light wide.

There wasn't a single burn on the figure that showed up.

But I know that it did. Before I could catch my breath, me and Maria attacked from both sides.

''-- Magic 'Ice Flamberge'!

'Flame Flamberge'!

A pincer of frozen blades and burning blades.

''-- 'Divine Circle!

The Sith counter with magic.

Two circles of light float in the air, blocking our blades.

I feel as if I'm hitting a mountain. The blade with all its strength is played and Maria and I are pushed backwards.

I showed an opening - but I was in a good position to stand. Thanks to the pincer situation, the Sith couldn't bypass the situation and remain standing, unable to show their backs.

I could tell that she didn't want to get the onslaught of me and Maria on her back.

Understanding this, we slowly close the distance to Sith.

Seeing the cautious stand, Sith makes a disgusted face.

''Nice teamwork. I thought you two weren't getting along any better.''

I guess they took the liberty of assuming that me and Maria didn't get along. But that's not true.

The form in which I am the vanguard and Maria is the rear guard is one of the best in the party if you only look at the destructive power of the pair.

Next, Sis looks at her body.

She looks very dissatisfied (・・・・・・・・).

''It's just that I'm the one with more problems than that. The spell 'concentration convergence' is oddly disjointed and difficult to move ....... Why do I concentrate so much on muscle power? I'm not a character who fights with a weapon.

Then he snaps and snaps his fingers nimbly.

'--I can't help it. I'll swing back (・・・・・).

That expression reminded me of the original world.

The 'game' in the original world, to be precise.

The Sith made its body emit light and repeated the magical power in and out of its body.

Reflexively, I 'gaze'

--Name Diablo Sith HP142/142 MP1489/1672 Class Apostle

Level 20.

Muscularity 0.21 Strength 0.41 Skill 0.24 Speed 0.44 Wisdom 1.00 Magic 112.67 Element 5.00--

As the word goes, the shaken-up status was there.

His physical abilities had dropped to a level where he was unsure if he could live his daily life. However, instead of throwing away everything else, the magic power that was merely specialized was even more specialized.

Over 100.00 magic power.

The effects of the skills would be added to that as well.

No longer would it be surprising what could happen.

That's right.

For example, this could be the kind of magic that Rastiara talks about.

After all, he's the one in here (...)

It's been a long time since we've had a real fight. But compared to the past, your ally's 'conversion results' are low. Ha-ha, that makes me a little happy. It's a good thing that you can't always match up with your allies when it comes to magic power conversion (leveling up)!

Along with the faint luminescence, visualized white magic power erupts from his body like mist. Its overwhelming density of magic power is not losing to the guardians (guardians) either.

No, in terms of quality alone, this white magic power exceeds it. This unadulterated magic power is too refined.

If I had to describe it, it's magic power without any hesitation or unconsciousness.

Without needing to try it, I didn't think I could win a magical battle.

I kicked the earth to close the distance before he used his magic endlessly in the distance.

'Maria!　We need more backup!　It's about the same as before!

Are you sure? The whole area is going to burn!

'It's an emergency!　He said he didn't use the museum, so he's probably fine!

Well, then, feel free to go ahead and do your ”Flame Arrow” thing.

Along with the fire magic, he sneaks into the bosom of the Sith.

Then, I'll strengthen the Dimension and look for an opening.

First of all, we have to make the Sith immobile. The way to get Dia back can be found slowly, even after restraining her.

” -- 'Divine Shield'

But I can't find an opening.

It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands dirty.

It's a good thing that the arm of light is also waiting for you, so you can call it ironclad.

I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what to expect. I'm not going to be able to take it easy any longer, and I'm unleashing Rowen's swordsmanship to the fullest.

A high-speed sword flash that doesn't catch my eye.

The wings and the sword collide repeatedly with each other, flickering repeatedly.

Perhaps there is no swordsman on this earth who can defend against this sword. But even so, it cannot reach.

Wings of light that can cover your body. Arms of telescoping light. And a large amount of defensive coating from sacred magic.

This didn't matter how fast the sword was, it didn't matter how fast it was. There was simply no physical gap between them.

Although he was using 'Dimension' to slash at the thin defense, there was no sign of breaking through.

''d*mn it!''

I swear and think about how to attack it with 'parallel thinking'.

There are still plenty of ways to get around. If we continue to choose the best way out of them, there will be a hole in this iron wall at some point.

''You're desperate, ally. Do you really care that much about Dia-chan?

Looking at me as I launch an onslaught, the Sith asks me with a cool face, building up his magic.

'Of course!'

...... Heh. ...... really?

...... what's the point!

I am frustrated by the way he can afford it.