Chapter 77: 77 76 Kyros's Measures

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Mira the Summoner, a man facing each other in a decaying observation hall, with a sharp gaze all over his body, Kairos the Sorcerer, and a girl who looks depressed at the spearhead.

"In my memory, I think that was a fair jury. It was the Lord who dug the grave in the first place. I don't have any grudges."

As a result, it was Kairos' words and actions that made Mira's authentic subpoena obnoxious, a factor in her tragic defeat, a single hit. If you try Mira, even though she doesn't have a big arm, she has an inferior impression to a wild dog who barks depending on allowances and bites.

"Keep all that insult about me. I'll be damned. I always had to be number one. Make that summoning magician flair!

Dreaming about the time, Kairos is the red eye of a dark knight who stands in the way of looking down at himself. That's all that happened to me, and Mila, who is Teng himself, forgot. When Kairos gets more angry with the fact, he runs his eyes blood and floats earthworm-swollen muscles on his temples, which peek slightly from the

In other words, Cairos lost the subpoena, which had been the lowest and most overlooked for 10,000 years, and was even more unforgivable to be planted with terror in the subpoena.

(Hmm, he's not a pain in the ass)

"Is that why you're here to take revenge? There are also frogs in the well, not to mention their rank at that level of jury. What a hard time."

"Don't be ridiculous! Show up on your own and scratch around, and if you ask me later, I'll tell you that I'm a disciple of the Nine Wise Men. Because of that, I was branded a defective product that lacked insight. It's all your fault!

Kairos, who roughly summons and scatters his voice, slams the sword in his hand against the rubble beside him while remaining emotional. Shortly afterwards, when the red lotus light gushed from the sword and converged in an instant, it produced a roar and heat wave similar to a scream that echoed all over the body instead of the tympanic membrane, shattering the debris.

It exploded right beside him, but there was no scratch on his whole body armor, and Kairos lowers his face guard to reject the rising dust. Keeping his hatred intact and solidified shapes in its midst, Kairos looks at the debris wreckage and giggles.

"How about this power. It would be great. Now this place is overshadowed by a junction that seals the art. No matter how good a magician you are, if you can't use the technique, you're the only kid."

Kairos, who recognised his overwhelming predominance in the sight of a bursting flame, calms the emotions backstroked by Mira's words and actions.

(Ho, seal the surgery. I have seen it in the dungeon trap, etc., but I wonder if something like this has been developed.)

Mira realized thirty years ago that she could do this, admiring whether the membrane that wrapped the viewing area was the junction that sealed the surgery.

I try to summon him to try, but he does seem to be sealed and I don't see any signs of activation.

"You sure your lord is a magician? Wouldn't it be a fall if you sealed my technique and couldn't use magic?

If you can only seal the opponent's surgery, you have no more advantages. But when it comes to bonding, the effect extends to everything inside. That would also seal the magic of Kairos. Mira speaks to Kairos, wearing a full body armor that is obviously difficult to say a magician, as she generally perceives but tries.

"Look at this. Don't you see? This sword, shield, armor, it's all spiritual weapons. And you've also seen the power of the sword. There is no need for magic. The power of Spiritual Martial Arts is alive and well in the kingdom. With this, I can do whatever you want."

The sword of Cairos was the Spirit Sword of Fire. On the contrary, the power of the Spirit resides even in the knight's shield in the armor that wraps his whole body. But Mira, who had noticed from the first glance, had no particular surprise or rush. On the contrary, Cairos, a national and sorcerer of the land of sorcerers, the kingdom of Alkite, was frightened by his heart, which denied the art and relied on the weapons. Even with powerful attribute power, it's a sword. In a magician who cannot handle fighting, he is an extra substitute for his hand.

"What the hell, those eyes. Apparently, you don't understand the situation!

At the same time as the end of the word, Kairos waves the Spirit Sword. When the torso shines in the red lotus as it burns up with air friction, it flies the inflated flame to the debris rolling beside Mira. A screaming explosion sounds at the same time as the landing, and a rough, hot air strokes Mira's entire body. The burning wind and the remnants of the Red Lotus contracted after a few moments, leaving only a chilling laugh of Cairos.

(Yes, it is. Is that your voice?)

At the same time as the flames were unleashed, Mira was hearing a voice with a sad colour that could be felt in anger and hatred. That was also slightly echoed when Kairos slammed his sword on the rubble. Even though it is scratched off by the sound of the immediate aftermath, the roaring voice so low that the spine is likely to freeze, this time it does reach Mira's ear.

"See that now, or the power of this Spirit Sword. Just a little stroke. Such a luxurious body would bounce. Fly. This is the real difference in power. But I have mercy too."

Kairos himself marvels at the power of the Spirit Sword, and smiles humbly in his midst when he is intoxicated by its overwhelming power. And on Mira's limbs seeping through immature but overflowing colored incense, crawling through her muddy gaze like a slug, she swallows the saliva and inflates her delusions as to what kind of voice to sound.

"Now, if you want to apologize and apologize, you can make him my squire."

When Kairos, who rolled his desire, told him to look down from far height, he took a metal ring out of a leather bag wrapped around his waist and threw it at Mira. It was a collar. The seal engraving is also engraved on the collar with the same cloth text that was previously used by the Fifty Bells Federation.

"Put that in your neck. Then I'll save your life."

There's no way I'm not following you in this unfavourable situation. I was so sure, Kairos. But Mira shook her right leg up and kicked back with her left leg next to it when she glanced at that collar rolling at her feet. The collar, which flew low, struck Kairos' greaves well for the purpose and rolled with a dull metal sound.

"Decline. Let me tell you something, too. Now you can still forgive me as a kid's prank."

Mira said so, staring and looking straight, just looking straight at Kairos. And to cut the word off, Kairos' passion was anointed with hatred and pitch-black, and he shook up the sword in his hand, with no mould, no fat muscle, no aim, just a thrust of emotion.

"Kisama aaaaaaaaa!!

Kyros' uttered voice was no longer even a concept of words, just a scream that came through his throat, like igniting and bursting the air accumulated deep in his lungs.

With that voice, Kairos waves down as if to slap a sword on the ground. Immediately afterwards, a sword flashing flame describing a distorted trajectory emerges, which becomes a lump of mad fire and flies to Mira.

The aim was off, but still the wild flames exploded to try not to fill everything forward. If you get caught up in this, the magician who sealed the spell will not be safe. Stirred heavily by the intensely blowing aftermath, Kairos falls in like a punch in the butt.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! I told you, that's what happens because you're gonna get your teeth to me. haha, haha"

The overwhelming power, the intent to kill drunk by black emotions, and the feeling of killing people with their own hands and the slight guilt that arises. When they come to naught, they take the expression away from Kairos and turn it into a toothless gravitational pull and start pulling it into Naruto.

"Hmm, enough power, but that's not all. But if you hit it, surely you can just do it. Does the Lord understand what he's done?

Together with the space boiled down by the Aurora flames and the fierceness of Cairos, the voice that just sounds like a rin but seems to be bottom-cold hangs the water.

I don't see Mira in the world peeking through the gap. Kairos is unfamiliar. When he lifts his blunt-heavy body with his whole body armor as if he could freshly rush, he shrinks his arms and affixes his sword and shield to his body and circles his neck around him.

The girl was to the left. While standing there, he captures Kyros with a sharp gaze of reprimand. Inspired by its appearance, its eyes and all of its existence, the slightest guilt of Kyros erupts.

"Uhhhhhh!

Once the black sentiment of fallen murder, and the thought when it was executed, but the slight relief that the other person was alive, they all switched to fear in chaos and chiros.

Kairos waves his sword indifferently as if trying to pay for an invisible nightmare. Each time the blowing flame breath continued to capture only the remnants of Mira.

"Damn, damn, damn!

Kairos, who no longer even forgets his purpose and wields his sword. All of them, Mira, in a mirage step. If the blast blows out the phantom, Mira shows up elsewhere. The technique is sealed, but not even mastery.

On the contrary, the more Kairos waves his sword, the closer he gets to me. Gradually, but surely, Kairos' arms were unable to stop, even as he retreated one step or two into the imminent appearance of the girl.

(This Spirit Sword... What if it's a shadow?)

A grudging voice that can certainly be heard, not by chance or in empty ears, flickering with the sound of an explosion. Mira sees one possibility as she listens to that voice that makes her want to block her ears.

Spiritual weapons are further divided into yang and yin in addition to their attributes. Some are due to the spiritual temperament that resides in the weapon, but mainly positive emotions are yang and backward emotions are shady. And basically the spiritual weapons in circulation are "yang". Because the Spirit likes and blesses the majority of them.

Then the shadow is when it is blessed by the resentment and anger of the end when seeking vengeance.

And the flames emanating from the sword Cairos had mixed voices complaining of hatred. That's why I decided it was shady.

Depending on the degree, the characteristics of the magician are that the Spirit can be seen and conversed. And that also adapts to Spiritual Martial Arts, but Mira was the first experience she had heard living in Spiritual Martial Arts.

But there is no wonder or discomfort, and I immediately understand that it is such a thing. That was a clear voice by then.

Mira gradually packs the distance as she drops off the flames that come pregnant with signs of depression.

Kairos, who continues to retreat, hits the rubble, turning it upside down with a loud sound as if he had splashed the bell.

"Why don't you hit it!?

Every time he waves his sword, fear turns to frustration, and Kairos screams in a shitty voice as if to rip his throat open as he positions himself with a deafening metal sound.

It was when such emotions reached their peak. Suddenly a spiritual power circulation similar to a heartbeat began from the armor of his whole body, as he responded to Kairos' anger.

"Nooo...... Is this all shady?

When suddenly the attribute forces of various spirits overflowing from armor cross and begin to converge on each other's swords, the spell fills the perimeter where madness is likely to become contagious.

All of Cairos' spiritual weapons were "shady". It's hard to say it's a coincidence that even one rare thing gathers all this together. And Mira glimpsed one possibility ahead.

(You may need to ask where it came from.)

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This time it was Mira who was going to set up a tight moxibustion, but considering some interrogation, she watches Kyros laughing madly as she was drank by a vastly swollen force and tempered.

Attribute forces that saturate the sword as a mediator expand and spiral and swirl. Still erratically distorted, but that looked like a condensed typhoon itself.

A glance at the noisy sword, not knowing how much power of destruction the hell was enclosed, Mira sank her fudge shoulders like she had pulled out of her power and jumped into Kairos' nostalgia the next moment.

(Damn it! What the hell is this fast!)

Kairos, who was sophisticated in squeezing his hand against the runoff of desolate power, bites his teeth without being able to wave that sword down the head of the hateful girl who appeared just before. The fusion of attribute forces has begun. But it was still unstable, and the condition of Kairos was the same as providing an unbreakable umbrella in the storm.

And Mira couldn't have missed that gap, poking out its thin arm at the same time as approaching it and punching her fist into Kairos' torso. Metal armor cannot be managed with the hands of a magician without any reinforcement or technique. Immediately thereafter, however, the spirits of the torso armor react and the stability of the sword becomes dull. And a thin, red filamentous line ran in Mira's hand. This is the counterattack effect of the Wind Spirit that resides in the Armor.

"Huh, haha! You can't possibly hurt this armor with such poor arms! I can't beat you!

Cairos was in a hurry with no attack, but Mira's fist punch reminds him that he is in an overwhelming vantage point. The opponent's attack is null and void, this attack is a special hit as long as it hits. Things haven't changed. Kairos sees the thin blood muscles seeping into Mira's hands and soaks in joy that victory and defeat were never there at the time he lured her into the junction that sealed the surgery.

My victory is immovable! I don't know why this happened, but as long as this sword is complete, all you have to do is shake it down. It's only a matter of time. And that time, too, is unshakeable with this iron wall defense. Perfect. Regret, summoner!)

Cairos distorts his face as if it were an incarnation of hatred beneath him.

"Does the Lord know whose disciple I am?

But there was no fear in the girl's face peeking through the gap between her fists, and she pointed her frozen gaze at Kairos' face.

Over the face guard, that's what it is like to be pinching a single wall, but Kairos visions the despair of the jury day ahead of him.

Mira, the disciple of the Nine Wise Men Dumbluff. It was not until the next day that I found out about it. But hatred came just after the jury.

"It would be a disciple of Dumblrf. At the apex of the summoning magician, the brittleness of the main body, which is the greatest weakness, is compensated by immortality. Naturally I do. You seem to be able to use it from movement to fairy arts, but if you can't activate it, it won't hurt or itch."

While controlling the sword, Kairos restores superiority and tranquillity to his opponent against Mira, who has no decision to hit. But Mira smiled at Kairos' words. And say.

"Hmm, you don't understand. Sixty points."

"Oh? What?

"Sixty points. Another thing, my teacher is a refiner."

Mira tells you to look down, albeit upbeat. And it seemed like a mockery to Kairos.

"What's wrong with that!

If that attitude no longer bothers you, Kairos waves up the knight shield on his left, not the sword he's not ready for yet. Because it is also a spiritual weapon, it can create enough destruction even when used to strike.

But it was right after that. From Mira's fist, which was still touching Kairos' armor, he popped out so that a stone, small, that was about the size of a beeball, could be bounced on his thumb.

"Become..."

What the hell is that? When Kairos tried to say that, the pebble that collided with the knight shield without aiming straight at it differently would create a shockwave beyond imagination of where it had all that energy, trying to take Kairos' arm away from the sky for each shield.

The shock, as if trying to take it ahead of his shoulder, crushed and bounced the knight shield ahead of his arm.

Kairos being opened up from intense force and slammed to the ground. The shock eased the properties of the spiritual weapon, but a beat late, the knight shield, which became an unbroken wreck that did not retain its original form, is pulled to gravity, and, gushing, falls to the ground as if to imply its own appearance in the near future.

Such an unlikely end path passes behind his brain, and Cairos rushes to look for his opponent, Mira.

But there was no need to look, and Mira was in the front. Now Kairos looks up, laying low on the ground. Mira had a cold eye that looked down on her completely. And there are several factors of destruction that I didn't expect, the Demon Seal Blast Stone, peering out of its hands.

One of the products produced by refining technology, a special bomb that instantly opens up attribute power to destroy. That's the Enchanted Stone.

"Damn, don't be ridiculous!

Absurd your lagging voice like crawling on the ground. But Mira looked at a certain point without even paying attention to Chiros. Kairos also turns to his face when he realizes that gaze.

It was my right hand. The Spirit Sword held in its hand, while inherent in condensed attribute power and distorting its surroundings like a mirage, is so annoying as to what the earlier absurdity was. That's right, the tranquility before the storm.

(I can. I can win this! Such a stone, I can blow it away!)

Having an unusual amount of energy, the sword was heterogeneous enough to be seen alone. And as he responds to the sword, Cairos' rough heart also restores calm. An overwhelming force I've never felt before that makes me think I can take victory. That dispelled the fear.

(I don't think the boulder is intact. One, if you will)

Mira's eyes also show that it is a dangerous substitute. He saw that even if resistance to Attribute Attack was high by magic far above ordinary people, he would suffer the corresponding wounds if used. When that happens, there is still one means.

More importantly, the moment Mira's gaze pierced her deeply, Kairos stood up to be pushed and moved by instinct when she shook her throat with a voice that was silent, raising her sword high.

The relative distance is five meters. But the opponent jumps into his nose with one leg due to his immortal skill. Then I can only wave my sword without hesitation before that preliminary motion. That settles it. Kairos thought so and within Mira's legs were motionless, he took action.

The sword pulses its hidden power toward liberation so as to respond to Kyros' consciousness. The mirror-distorted fullness gradually stains black. It was as strange as an eclipse, and even looked like a wolf's jaw trying to eat up even a tiny bit of light.

The power of the roaring sword strikes like a roar, giving Kairos the illusion of leading a great army to convince him of victory.

Things were moments that could be called moments. A wild storm rolled over Kairos' head, and the violent wind grabbed Kairos' sword as it took the neck of a beast that had forgotten to cook. The storm, which appeared and disappeared in a few moments, was Mira's thrown demon-sealed blast stone. Kairos, who saw the power of the sword completely outweighed it, said he had just witnessed it, but had quoted the threat of a demon seal blast stone low. And since I was paying more attention to Mira's approaching feet, I overlooked her upper body movements.

"What... what the heck!!

Everything doesn't go the way it wants. Kairos searches for the sword by calling it scattered like a child wasting his time. Seemed to have been blown away a long time, I found it but it was quite a distance away. But the sword has not yet lost its shining power in black.

Kairos ran out for the sword. Kairos' feet run desperately fast, back-to-back with the heavily blunt sound of that armor pounding.

But, of course, that is a complete foolishness.

The foot that Kairos, hoping for salvation, stepped in, wrapped in flames as if he had also stepped into a minefield, rolled unharmed and looked up to gray heaven.

(WHAT... WHAT...?)

The foot, which should have been protected by spiritual weapons, is fever, and only the pain that is about to be crushed, which no longer even transcends the senses, dominates.

Even though his brain is shaken and slightly obscured, Kairos wakes up his torso to check the situation. In my eyes were the legs painted on the coal, and by the way the scattered tassettes, kwiss, and greaves.

Then he raises his fearful gaze and fights for Mira, who walks over slowly.

"Damn it, damn it! Enough, do it!

Kairos screams as he drags both legs to earn distance. Then two figures jumped out of the side of the rubble at the two blind spots to respond to that voice.

With a black mask on the black outfit and a short knife with anti-gloss treatment, it approached Mira from left to right. Running through the ground in a low position, as if a light source had suddenly fallen to the ground and stretched out shadows.

There was no sound, no voice, when two snakes crawling through the earth tried to stick that blade out without any waste or hesitation. With a roar similar to the lightning strike, it was rolled up into flames, and the snake rolled to the ground as if it were a rag.

"Is this the last resort? Asaka no."

Mira peeks into Kyros's face saying that she will stand at Kyros' feet as she lowers her left and right arms, without stopping her legs.

I could not see the expression from the face covered with a veil, but from the man trembling and squeaking his heels and armor, I no longer felt a sense of war.

Mira defeated Kairos' plan. In the first place, sealing the technique, etc. is not unusual in the finest dungeons, and there is no way that a magician who can also be the Nine Sages has not taken measures. And it is also within the assumption of multi-to-one under such circumstances. Over and over again, Mira just saw the battle under the surgical seal, which she was so tired of repeating.

Furthermore, I had noticed the presence of ambushes from the beginning. That's because when I first had biosensing, I had already grasped three reactions, including general armor. It was no longer an ambush or anything.

"What the fuck. What the..."

Kairos whining like a mouthful. And I notice it gradually. What kind of man is the presence of the Nine Wise Men called heroes in the kingdom of Al Qaeda?

"It's a monster."

Kairos mocked himself with the look of the girl who named the disciple of the wise man objectified before him.

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