Chapter 142: 142 141 Army

One hundred and forty-one.

Through the iron door, running up the stairs, Mira and Kagra eventually arrived on the next floor.

Right after that. Suddenly his vision stained the Red Lotus and the sound of an explosion that stumbled on his ears shook the atmosphere.

It is simultaneous fire. If the super-heavy man is torn, Mira and the others will always show up through the entrance. Thin passages and narrow entrances and exits. Aiming there would be the usual means.

"What a welcome gesture again."

"This is what we were talking about. Resident power."

But Mira and Kagra shook off the black smoke that still allowed them to get in, as if nothing had happened. Then take a leisurely look around the sunny space and take a glimpse of the enemy forces standing there.

The floor was surrounded by metal floors and walls. The five hundred metres square, even if lightly estimated, was so vast that the forces aligned there were truly worthy of telling the story of the immensity of an organization called Chimera Clozen. If I may say so, the Strwart Doll, which has been renovated for combat, is fully armed and lined up in a larger space than the Dome Stadium. In addition, at the beginning there was the figure of Gregorius, who led the unit and stood still.

"Apparently, it's my turn."

Mira smiles faintly as she thus looks around at more than a thousand enemy forces, step by step or two and step forward. And here it is, all the time.

"I'll take care of this place, Lord go first!

And I said it away with my decision face until it was clean.

It is a classic act that will rank at the top of the line I want to say once, the situation I admire. Looking at Cyril, who apparently did the same thing, Mira was after the timing again. At that time, there was a battlefield in front of me where I would be best qualified among the Nine Wise Men.

Eyes on your eyes. If the opponents have assembled a large number of troops, it is the turn of Dumblrf, also known as Mira, who has two names: "The Army". The violence of numbers is the very pinnacle of Mira, so it is truly an excellent decision.

"Yeah, okay"

Leaving aside Mira's feelings, Kagra, who was aware of the matter from a tactical point of view, stepped over the battlefield on Pee-suke when he entrusted Mira with this place, not even during the fine dust.

But I'm not the kind of person who easily misses it. As Gregorius turns his hand on top, the Demon Guided Dolls set fire to Kagra.

When more than a thousand lines of fire arrived at one point and collided, they bounced as quickly as possible, scattering red lotus noodles and sounding explosions.

"Firepower is not inside."

The atmosphere trembles, stroking Mira's cheeks, where slight heat sets her grand.

That's how I restored the tranquility over the sky.

"What...?

Looking up there, Gregorius gives a shout of surprise. Because Kagra, who was supposed to be on Peasuke, was disappearing with the flames. The attack of the Magic Doll was quite powerful, but not enough to burn every man to the boulder without a trace. Gregorius, who understood the matter better than anyone else, realized one possibility and ran his eyes sharply around him.

"Well, good to see you again."

Behind Gregorius, opposite the entrance where Mira stood, the figure appeared in front of the stairs leading to the next floor.

Five satisfied and energetically waving, Kagra returns her heel and runs up the stairs.

(I told you to take care of it. Next thing you know, you have a promise to prevent any enemy attacks that might interfere... It's silly to bother to protect a fake. Totally indigestible.)

Kagra, who flew through the sky aboard Peasuke, was a fake made with Yin Yang technique. Mira, who had been aware of the matter since the beginning, waves back silently and gets one sigh.

"Well, that's anyway. It's not my job from here."

Mira walks out toward Gregorius, gazing around. Gregorius also tongues toward the back stairs, then steps one step at a time toward Mira with some eight-hitting eye.

My distance shrunk and eventually they stopped at the right distance for the magician. That distance, about ten meters. The army of demon puppets seen nearby is quite powerful, and Mira recalls the virtual battlefield she once had.

(It's a strange thing. It's not a game, it's a reality, it feels like it's back then)

Mira was excited about the sight spreading in front of her. Increased willingness and concentration. That feeling seemed to overflow from within.

"In advance of this number, will you still be here alone? I can see a lot of confidence. But what are you going to do with this difference in power? It's not like covering that Heavenly Horse or the Black Knight where you summoned him."

Gregorius, who knew so much about Mira's strength as he did not like it, said so with an eye as if to explore. Now Mira is single-ridden and relative to more than a thousand troops. A summoner would be able to make some of the difference. But a demon-guide doll, fully armed with spiritual weapons, is only a few times more powerful than a general soldier. That's what we're waiting for in thousands. It's not an easy war situation to break down.

"Well, yeah. Differences in numbers are not so easy to override. I just summoned the whole thing, and in this situation, I'm gonna be crushed by the quantity."

Even as Mira, it breaks my bones to deal with this many alone. Mira understood that it was the only presence in the story, such as a hero who wiped out tens of millions of enemies with the absolute power of a thousand. What led me to that answer was the result of my experience in this world in the first place, which is another strange story.

"But number is the battle I'm best at."

Even if now is the kind of world in the story, perception doesn't change. Absolute numbers of violence. There's nothing better than this. That's why Mira was called a hero named Dumblrf by two names: 'The Army'.

"I'm ready at last. In the corner, you should burn the true power of summoning and its eyes."

Mira's eyes changed color unexpectedly. Deep greens that lasted everywhere, and pales that were clear to the other side, were in my eyes.

[Ophthalmology: Fairy Curse Eye]

It uses the mana that exists in nature as its own, the immortality of the Immortal. By combining his powers as a summoning magician with his powers as a fairy magician, Mira established the technique of creating an 'army'.

[Summoning: Dark Knight]

Pours inexhaustibly supplied mana, Mira activates the initial summoning technique.

The magic formations that appear become dark and glowing holes, and a large black knight rises from the bottom. A sway reminiscent of a black flame covered its entire body, and two red lights dwelt in its empty eyes.

One… two, ten… twenty, one hundred… two hundred. The magic formations increase their numbers as if they were chains, producing dark knights from everything.

It was only a few seconds. In that short amount of time, as many as a thousand dark knights stood behind Mira.

"Stupid......"

Absolute number of advantages. Having quickly lost it, Gregorius affixes his consternation to its face and ceases to admire the army of dark knights that spreads in front of him. Gregorius thought he had a pretty good grasp of Mira's strength.

I can't insult you, I can't be alarmed. That's why I've been waiting for you to gather all this force in one place this time.

No matter how strong they are, the opponent is a magician. Once Mana is exhausted, its combat power is significantly reduced. The magic guide doll was the number of heads to sharpen it.

But Mira gently goes on top of it. From the current situation, Gregorius understands that he would not be able to expect the depletion of mana.

And at the same time, Gregorius was remembering one hero, Tan. (ix) A passage of the army, which Dumbluff the wise man was good at. Said it was like a reaper forming a group.

(This... can't be done in time... No, we're almost there. That is not a reaper. After enough, I win)

(ix) figures in the story now, such as the wise man Dumbleff. Meditating his eyes at the sight that made the bad delusion suppress the impatience that gushed, Gregorius quietly glanced at Mira.

"Hmm, as we practiced, not all of us."

Mira glances back at the dark night where she lives and then squeals so satisfactorily. In preparation for the total force battle against Chimera Clozen, Mira had a certain practice. Dark Knight gets what it takes. At the point of summons, it is to be converted into the Sanctia of the Sacred Sword.

A weapon with a ghost curse is like a natural enemy to the Dark Knight, an armored spirit. But the Holy Sword Sanctia, with the power of the Spirit King, has the power to resist its curse.

It would be a means of preventing at least the black fog stone weapon used by the opponent. Yes, Mira thought about it.

As a result, the summoned thousand dark knights all of which lead to the Holy Sword in their hands. That power is enough to overpower even the former army.

That's how the stare between the army and the great army lasted for a while. The battle began with the pre-emption of Gregorius. The magic puppet sparked flames all at once. It was a cannon fire that poured down not only on Mira but on all the troops, where it instantly turned into a fierce battlefield.

"More than a thousand, it's just a fire line."

Summoning Holly Knight quickly and hiding herself behind it, Mira peeks into her face from the gap and stares at the flames that kill her just to fill her full sight. The Dark Knight, exposed to the flames of the Great Fire, waves away the flames with the Holy Sword and waits quietly for the hour.

I saw a slight flame slice. Shortly after, Mira jumped out of Holly Knight's back, spreading her legs wide and placing her center of gravity low.

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"Shall we start a counterattack?"

[Immortal Arts/Herald: Sixteen Night Windmills]

From Mira's right arm, which protruded forcefully, a loud roar broke out. It began to converge and swirl as soon as possible and became a tornado, continuing through the middle of the falling flames, the magic guide dolls.

"Here we go again!

While caught in a vortex of fierce wind, Gregorius prevents and endures it with a black wand. It's a technique that was driven to defeat once. I guess we had measures in place. But it didn't even reach the Magic Guide doll, and a close number to a hundred turned into crap in the current blow.

And the pouring flames are neglected. Having confirmed that, Mira finally issued that decree when she healed her right arm, which had undergone a surgical recoil, with medication.

"Assault!

At the same time, a thousand black armies pop up at once as they roar and ground. Trying to intercept it, the magic guide also rushed out with a sword and a shield in his hand.

Inside the battlefield, Mira's army clashes with Gregorius' soldiers. As soon as possible, a thousand mutilated demon-guide dolls danced through the universe, sounding like an explosion.

"More than I ever imagined..."

The Dark Knight, wielding an extraordinary weapon called the Holy Sword Sanctia, exerts more power than ever before and buries enemy soldiers. That was quite enough from Mira's eyes, and Mira even chuckled thinly at the appearance of a stronger army.

But the opponent is a magical guide doll reinforced by the power of the Spirit. And it is a substitute for that chimeric closen applied its hand. It doesn't end in a glimmer.

Moments, flashes run. It was the ray of madness that I saw one day.

(Are all these dolls equipped with spiritual bombs? Besides, he said there was no damage to the enemies involved. Hum, I don't know what kind of crap)

With that light in his eyes, Mira immediately began to grasp the situation.

The explosion itself is smaller than what we have seen before, with a radius of less than five meters. But with the power of the threat of the Spirit, it was only powerful enough to blow Dark Knight's armor away. Now, there is no harm done to another magic guide doll who was beside me.

Even if he falls, he will fight his enemies. It's a puppet-like, efficient way to fight.

"Hmm, I'll do it."

I remember the battlefield I used to see as I looked around at it, and Mira hoisted the end of her mouth. That battlefield that used to be a game. Wonder, Mira was feeling like it was no different now. But never realizing the emotion, Mira just leaves herself to the fever.

"I see... It doesn't mean it's different from unit to unit."

Mira's eyes were sharply analyzing the situation. From what I can see, the Magic Guide doll is divided into several units. And with each other's neighboring troops, Mira witnessed a decisive scene where a demon-guide doll caught in an explosion evaporated.

Each wears a built-in bomb that uses the same kind of spiritual power, and at the same time a spiritual weapon that prevents it. That is why we cannot prevent bombs from another force that is not of the same kind.

I didn't even spot the underlying mechanism, but when I realized the difference, Mira quickly and only moved the army and took a tactic of warfare that disrupted the enemy's line.

"Have you noticed..."

It was a riot and the damage caused by the Spirit Bomb began to expand to Gregorius' army as well. Having checked the situation, Gregorius smacks his tongue small and stares at the pocket watch and whines, "Not yet..."

"Do you want to run second?"

Without a blow from a Spirit Bomb, there will be fewer Demon Dolls inferior to each other. Gregorius, who understands it well, immediately gave the following instructions:

As Mira operates, the suicide bombing of the demon guide puppet stops. Even a pure bump was certain of the power of the demon guide doll, fully armed with spiritual weapons, and to a lesser or lesser extent the Mira's army had suffered damage.

But that, if I may say so, is the margin of error. It will also be a matter of time before the army destroys its enemies.

Still, it's not over. Once again Gregorius had a move. When Gregorius put up his cane, the metal wall to the left and right of the vast hall suddenly began to open.

"Oh, my God, I still hid all this force"

Beyond the open wall. All of the magic guide dolls that were waiting there get up. Will that number reach three thousand? The fully armed Magic Guide doll ran out simultaneously when it was activated.

A magical guide doll that spreads and pushes as if to besiege Mira. Dark Knight wins the abilities. But the difference between the numbers is light and quadruple. No matter how you manipulate an army, being surrounded, it's hard to figure it all out and deal with it alone.

"Remember those days?"

Better than number is advantageous only. But for Mira, who has two names in the army, there was no excuse for that either.

"A funeral under the moon without prayer. Wreckless sword grave marker.

The guide dances above the sky, the angel of extreme colour '

Arranging two of the rosary's summoning formations, Mira began to spin the words in good spirits, while in the midst of the battlefield.

The voice sounds well and reaches Gregorius' ear as well.

"This is a chant!? Never stop!

When Gregorius waves his wand, the magic guide dolls who were engaged with the Dark Knight simultaneously change their spearheads.

"The maiden of war who takes the Spirit off the circle of perpetual robbery and invites him to Shura.

The Sounding Sword Trident plays a funeral song, crossing a rainbow to the Heavenly Plains'

A fireline emitted at the same time pours down on Mira. But most of them were struck down with the Holy Sword by the immediate reacting Dark Knights, and the rest were received with their tower shields by the Holy Knight, which was also nestled beside Mira.

But Gregorius' obstruction is not over yet. The demon puppets threw their buddies' puppets at Mira one after the other.

Nearly ten magic guide dolls fly in a straight line. They instantly began to collapse, igniting a built-in spirit bomb.

Shortly afterwards, the Dark Knights jump sharply to intercept and catch the Magic Guide doll. And before it reached Mira, every magical guide jumped up into the hollow, sounding dazzling flashes and explosions and scattering.

"Damn!

The protection by Dark Knight and Holly Knight is thick and cannot interfere with Mira's chanting. Now that I know what Mira is capable of, Gregorius wanted to stop chanting.

But it all ends in failure.

"We cannot descend beyond the night sky, seven-color selectors."

[Summoning: Valkyrie Sisters]

Magic formations dyed rainbow in response to every word Mira spinned. It became the gateway to connecting spaces when one meaning was made with all chants.

A glorious magic formation. From there, Alfina, the eldest daughter of the Valkyrie sisters, descends. Fine beauty long hair fluttering and shaking like the wind. Blue blue light armor, gauntlet, and greaves. A battle maiden who wraps up the divinity that is special at a glance.

Its presence is overwhelming, and Gregorius forgets to breathe and breathe.

But that wasn't the end of the summons. Alfina was followed by her second daughter, the third woman, one after the other from the magic formation.

And when the last one, Christina of the Seven Girls, descended, the magic team fogged away just saying she had finished her role.

"We, the Seven Sisters, have followed our summons."

The sisters line up behind it when the alfina leaves one step ahead. And they knelt at the same time. Though the details were different, the weapons wrapped around the sisters were all there, plus everyone was filled with beautiful and noble elegance.

"Um, long time no see, Alfina. And everyone seems to be well, more importantly."

Sisters of a noble war maiden. Mira, who can follow them. The condition was truly reminiscent of the king and his subordinates. And it tells the story without words of how much the existence of Mira is.

Gregorius was stunned by the sight and lost his word. I wonder if that really is a person, such as being able to follow God's Apostle.

But now, the most important thing is how to win against them.

With the appearance of the Valkyrie sisters, the war situation was clearly disadvantageous to Gregorius. Still, I don't see the color of giving up on Gregorius' face. I seem to be convinced from the bottom of my heart that all there is is is just amazement and that victory will not waver.

"Almost there," Gregorius muttered, glancing slightly at the pocket watch in his hand as he waited for some time, the source of that certainty, smiling.

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