184 Chapter 54: Destruction (1/2)

Wisteria intended to understand the strength of a human being named Sola.

Even though he was possessed by evil spirits, the memory of crossing the blades directly remains clear.

The mighty evil spirit that Wisteria managed to keep coming up with, but failed to fulfill - the Demon God (Puzzle). I have sincere respect for Sora's martial authority for subjugating it without suffering.

But now Wisteria felt the need to change her own perception. I was going to understand the power of Sola, but that was really just ”going,” he said.

- The desert was trembling.

At the end of his gaze, Sora, uncovered from his heart, is boosting his magic. I have been elevating Wingbeast (Wyburn) ever since he got off his back.

The magic that soars from the body of a young man stares without a voice as it soars through the walls of the castle. Even the masses of demons pushing over were far from Wisteria today.

There are spirits in less natural deserts than in the forests of the homeland (Andorra). Elf's eyes showed the escaping spirits.

Exposed to the power of roots beyond hedges such as world magic (mana) and personal magic (od), the Spirit of the Wind (silf), the Spirit of the Earth (gnome), and the Spirit of Fire (salamander) are screaming.

My body shuddered unexpectedly at the cries of the tall spirits to the point of pressing my ears. Or maybe that was Wisteria's own scream.

A running stream of power that is not even comparable to when you fight yourself (Puzzle). That power that I admired was the product of a curtailment, and I can make you understand it without a reaction (no).

How can you retain your appearance as a person while having so much power? I even recall that question.

Without realizing the upset of that wisteria - or even if he did, he didn't care, Sola unleashed her own power.

”Mirage Burial (Gone) One-Blade Riverflame (Kane)”

It was the great river of scorching that flooded out of my heart accordingly. A turbulent stream of flames that runs straight over the desert, releasing calories that are just amazing.

The night chi that was covering the area boiled in an instant, and the cold enough to freeze turned into an occasional burning (or) hot air. Even the desert sand melts (and) a burgeoning fire stream clashes with the leading group of killing demons.

Armored sleeves touch (together).

The demons were instantly burned to the ground. Not only the sand that wears thick outer skins, but also the catalan ants (ants) that cover their bodies with harder armour than iron, but also the golden sawdust that attracts humans with its golden and seemingly outer shell, or other demons. In an instant, it burned out so spotlessly that it didn't even leave a bone.

It is a baptism of flames so thorough that it can be described as evaporation.

Hot air blows under the wisteria. At the same time that the burning wind scorched my skin with chillies, an unexpressed odor stabbed my nostrils. Wisteria knows. That it's the smell of the creature burning.

Life dissolved in the universe cannot be ten or twenty. Hundred, two hundred? Or a thousand, two thousand? The smell of life is intense enough to revive nausea, and the wisteria sucks. The smell was so intense that he was Andorra's lead swordsman who exposed himself to indifference on the battlefield.

- But taking so many blows won't stop the demon momentum.

The powerful moves unleashed by Sola became a river of flames by their name, and burned down a great multitude of demons to lick. But it doesn't end up wiping out all of the enemies that push at us with the momentum to fill the horizon.

The demons, who have escaped the range of effects of Jinggi, come straight ahead with no frightening colors.

Wisteria, who sees it, tries to start calling on the Spirit to cover Sola.

and Sora raised her heart high so as to control its wisteria movements.

Are you going to release the same moves again - Wisteria thought so when she saw Sola's setup, but soon realizes that her guess is wrong.

The wind was swirling.

A windy tadpole hurricane (Tsumujikashi) that tore four wings of the puzzle in the battle in Berca. Big winds like the ones that reinforced that many, many dozens of times, according to the saying, are occurring based on Sola.