Without incident, and without so much as a doubt, the two great swords were swung wide - and then swung down.
　They passed the top of their heads, only to fall into their tails at an accelerated rate.

　And yet, the two of them had definitely stopped time at that moment. Once you have tilted the great sword to swing down, it stops its cutting edge snapping against its will. It would take a good amount of arm strength to stop an object once they applied force to it.
　But their arms became stiff like rigor mortis and unusually strong.

　Intuitive realization. How could it be? It's a despair that is common in the face of a strong man who has experienced it many times.
　But what made it different from any of the death lines he had crossed was that his body didn't seem to listen to him.

　And their gazes were diverted away from their tails as if they were being sucked in.

　Just as the two of us were interrupted, a huge, deformed, disastrous face was peering at us.
　Some kind of roar-like odd sound emanated from somewhere on its face. In other words, a sign that it was alive.

　The predator and the one being preyed upon.
　It was as if we were being shown such a commonplace thing. Even if it was only for a moment, the body chose rigidity in the face of obvious death.

　It should have been able to move reflexively, but now it produced a delay, as if it was waiting for instructions from its brain.

　It was impossible to tell which of the two Serketo was looking at.
　But--.

　Either one of them, who came to himself, should just cut off the tail.
　What should be done is not evasion, but "cutting off".
　I put some life into the big sword that had stopped in the middle of the attack and brought it down with all my strength.

　But as soon as the will is transmitted from the brain to the body, Selketo's mouth opens up like a tear in the skin. It couldn't possibly be called a mouth, it was a frightening thing that looked as if it had been improvised and reconstructed.
　Can we call it just an air hole? The mouth, which was born by tearing off the hard outer skin, turned its uneven oral cavity toward the troopers who exposed their hostile intent.

　The squad member, who had come to his senses as quickly as possible and started to cut off the tail, was caught in his mouth just before the tip of the great sword's cutting edge touched it. It rose into the air as if it were being pulled, and a strange sound resounded as if it were being pinned in a vise.
　The armor, which was built on the outer shell of a demon as AWR, aiming to be as hard as a demon, was now crunching near the ceiling.

　A large amount of blood splatter erupted from the depths of the visor.

　In a series of coordination, a small amount of time should have been of great value. But that value has now plummeted.
　The remaining one also removes his eyes from the sight of his companion dying out and brings his attention to his tail.
　But, after all, there would not be a second left to waste in killing each other.

　The spire arms that should have been tightly bound with magic were vibrating at super-high speed on the spot. The vibrations transmitted from the chains are slight, but they gradually begin to interfere with the composition itself.
　Immediately after the magic broke, the lancet arm forcefully tore off the chain.

　The cut end of the freed lancet hits the squad members' heads with a dull sound.
　The squad members who were holding shields at the side saw and heard the raw sound of bones breaking with an unnatural gurgling sound. The sharp arm, swung out at high speed, struck only the head precisely and easily broke the neck in a different direction.

　The shield fortress must be maintained even in the face of a companion who dropped his great sword and collapsed to his knees.

　And immediately, a tremendous impact struck the shield.
　The shield dented with a single blow. It's doing well just to not get penetrated.
　It would be impossible to count exactly how many shots were struck. What is going on in front of the shield, which boasts an ironclad shield on the other side of the poor visibility?
　It was as if they were enduring an unstoppable storm.


　Galginis judged the death of his companion by sound alone. His next move was quick.

　He took a large step forward and stabbed his foot into the ground.
　The magical formula emerges as magic power travels through the red armor and seeps through it.

''The [Unrestricted Armory (Femme Ardonos)]

　Properly speaking, it is different from magic. It was similar to the nature of the armor-type AWR worn by Galginis, so to speak.
　The only reason why the magical formula reacted was still influenced by the special material.

　The armor glowed as red pigment seeped into it, and lines of geometric patterns were drawn on the surface of the tail.
　The shape of the tail was about to be reconfigured under Galginis's armpits.

　Galginis's red light armor was specialized as an anti-magic armor, allowing for close combat. It combines the highest level of performance against physical attacks, not to mention the damage reduction of offensive magic.
　However, the most important thing to note is his AWR, which is a masterpiece for a single magician.

　It is a far cry from the conventional armor for demons. His armor-type AWR is different from the conventional armor. The most distinctive feature of the armor-type AWR that Harkapudia has promoted is that it faithfully reproduces the role played by the demon's outer shell.

　Furthermore, the AWR that Garginis wears has gone one step further. It even incorporated the predation of demons and changes in traits.
　In other words, as long as it touched the armor, it could reconstruct its shape as the same substance.

　Of course, though the magical element could not be ignored.
　Rather than creating it with magical power as magic, it reconstructs it into my own as part of the armor.

　Since its built-in nature is dependent on Garginis's magical power, it is inevitably limited to weapons.
　And moreover, there is a limit, and what he can turn into a weapon is also limited.

　Try as I might, the tail is impossibly sturdy and information-defined by Serketo's magical power.　
　Transforming it was nearly impossible.

　However, as a means of attack, it seemed to be effective against Serketo.
　The pull was slightly weakened.

　He didn't miss the moment and quickly thrust out one hand. He threw the sword that one of the troops was holding at Garginis.
　The sword-shaped AWR that settled in his hand transformed and reconstructed matter into magical power.
　In an instant, it transformed into a snarling scythe.


　By that time, the shield's defensive wall, which had become unbearable, was torn down and the troops covering the front were forced to retreat inch by inch. The bones in their bodies were screaming, not to mention the magic power to just prevent it.

　The gap between them was only getting bigger.
　And the squad members who could no longer endure it realized that their shields had lost their function as AWR as well. Still, none of them escaped from the spot.
　And before they could prepare themselves, they pried open the shield's protective barrier and the squad members who were poised on either side of the tail were blown away along with the penetrating shield.


　It was the first time he and Serketo had met in twelve minutes.

'Good work!　--Hmm!

　There, Garginis effortlessly lifts a distorted shaped sickle with one hand and swings it down to cut the weeds from the root.