Individuality in weapons, in a sense, does not exist in Galginis' troops.
　All members of the squad have the same magic circuitry built into their magic formula in common. Of course, Garginis' AWR is the same as well.
　Rather, the equipment that is the AWR of the squad members is integrated into Galginis's armor-type AWR through some magic circuits. He triggers that connection with the action of touching it.

　Unlike other single mages, Galginis has no unusual abilities or peculiarities worth mentioning.
　He is blissfully common, blissfully ordinary, and that is why he works and specializes in simple magical power amounts and physical enhancements. The highest peak as a pure magician. It is the end of the study that he has accumulated.

　For those who do not have any special powers, so to speak, the one to aim for is a mage like Garginis.
　The power of his grip is caged in.
　The rugged scythe in his hand is, after all, no more or less than a weapon. It doesn't have a robust defensive magic like Fanon's, nor does it have a special AWR like Jean's and is able to use it.
　Nor did he have the unusual and awe-inspiring "magic eye".

　Looking at the information he currently had on the single wizards he knew, it was clear that they were all equally gifted. They are all equally gifted, and they are all heroes to be feared as monsters. It is precisely because they were born to be the pinnacle of humanity.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of your time in the world. All of them, except himself, are surely outstanding and foreign beings. They are equal to a monster in human skin.

　It would surely be impossible for Garginis to jump out of the human realm. The power gap is hopelessly high and steep. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make use of your physical body to surpass the realm of humanity. The amount of magic power never betrayed his blood-soaked efforts.

　Still, it was a realm beyond his reach. Even though he became a single magician, Garginis still stood still in front of the wall that was still standing in front of him.
　A far higher wall. But then, Garginis, who is helplessly stagnant, is pushed up by his adoring troops from behind. They are both dressed in heavy armor, typical of the old soldiers.

　Unfortunately, their heads aren't too far above average. That's why I didn't fully understand everything about the complex and bizarre magic circuits built into this armor-type AWR.
　We have no choice but to treat it as such.

　However, the power obtained from it was really suitable for Garginis' warfare methods. Even if it was only with the help of the troops.


　He held his breath and put all his energy into cutting off the tail.


　It was childish and dumb. Getting strong by sharing the power of the squad members is no laughing matter, and in fact, such an occult power doesn't exist.
　《Dead comrades give me power》 is so gut-wrenchingly flimsy that it wouldn't even be a comforting thought.

　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. So first of all, they had to climb up to that position by themselves.
　The current single wizard is blessed with a natural disposition worthy of leaving a mark in the history of mankind, a genius and an unusual talent, a heavenly gift. In particular, the fourth rank and above is truly beyond even the realm of humanity.

　It is because of such an overwhelming difference in ability that the rankings of single wizards, other than the missing number, have not been replaced over the years.

　Although he doesn't say it, Galginis, who directly confronted Ars at a previous meeting of heads of state, can't help but understand it.

　Even so, he knew the role that this body, which had joined the top nine of humanity, had to play.
　No matter how much power he gained, it would be of limited use, and he shouldn't use it for anything else.

　The troopers offered him equipment to protect himself in the outside world. That would mean a higher rate of casualties.
　It would be like wandering outside in the middle of winter, naked. Not to mention the presence of foreign enemies, it's the height of vulnerability.


　Forcing such dangers on the troops, Garginis' rugged scythe is formed.
　That's why I'm going to give it my all. That's why full power........quietly and mercilessly produces a blow.


''--!

　The heavy feeling that came from Garginis' hands. The shock that ran through his entire body, from his hand to his arm and then to his shoulder, suggested that he hadn't been able to break his tail and shake it off.
　The scythe popped from his midsection, peeking out in cross section as if it had been torn through steel.

　Amidst the dancing fragments that popped in the air, there was also a different substance mixed in with the red one. It was a small shard that had been shattered into crystalline, or perhaps icy, pieces.

　With a beat, Galginis and the others realized what had happened.
　Immediately after Garginis swung down, a mineral, almost like mithril, covered the outer shell of Serketo. It covered the surface of his body as if a liquid was seeping out of his body and instantly hardened.
　Its appearance was a scorpion-shaped gemstone decorated by a top-notch craftsman.

　The scythe in his hand popped and was useless, and it only shallowly crushed the hardening of Serketo.
　Although the hardened body surface was crushed, it was still shallow and the incised outer shell could not be seen from the contact surface.

(d*mn it, why would Serketo mithril--!

　A moment after the swearing was spat out into his chest, Galginis's body snapped into an amber shape and a violent shock hit him. The tail that he was holding at his side was suddenly waved to the side, not struck.
　Even with just that initial movement, the pressure on the body was so great that the entire armor made a horrendous sound as it hit the wall.

　The range of motion was limited by hardening, or perhaps the mithril that covered the surface came off just as the tail was forcibly swept away.

　Technically, it wasn't exactly mithril.

　Garginis falls to the ground with a thud, along with the debris on the wall.
　He got up on his knees and quickly got up. He was not unharmed, and every bone in his body was screaming in unison, as if in a chorus inside his body. Fortunately, there was no obstacle to continuing the battle, and it seemed to be saved by the advantages of the equipment type.

　Ignoring the anxious cries of the troops, Galginis put life into his faintly wavering vision and stared at Serketo.

''You'll do it!　...but...

　I don't understand. How could a demon be able to create a substance of the same quality as mithril? Even though I couldn't understand the logic, an inexplicable phenomenon occurred in front of my eyes.
　The flaked off minerals are still not atomized unlike magic that is mediated by magic power. It did not return to magical residue.

''My wrist hurts!　You son of a b*tc*!　Ars Regin.

　Galginis couldn't articulate the poisonous words well. However, what he intuitively felt was an uncomfortable feeling. It was at the same time that Ars, who took command of the entire unit, was hiding some... or rather not revealing everything to each member of the unit.
　In the Coalition Forces, a community of destiny, Ars is keeping important things under wraps.

　Garginis noticed this part of the story.

'I've never seen it before either but it's just as strange as it sounds.

　For a moment, Garginis' gaze doesn't look at Serketo, but at the corpse that has been turned into an interior decoration in a corner of this room 《Pocket》.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the future.

　I'm not going to be able to get a hold of you," he said, his fist clenched tightly at the increased verbalization.

　Forgetting that they are inside the deposit, Garginis kicks the ground. I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the best out of it.
　It's not as if they didn't even consider him an enemy, Selketo intercepted Garginis with a slow movement.

　The movement to get ready may be slow, but both pointed arms are unleashed at an amazing speed.

　Garginis repelled the right attack with his raised fist. Selketo's arm was bounced away from the impact that shook the air. In response to the next left attack, Garginis struck the side to deflect the trajectory.
　That was the signal for a series of breathless, unblinking blows that didn't even allow for a blink of an eye.

　The thrusts released from Serketo's two arms forced Garginis to defend himself. Even so, the squad members who were watching with their bodies momentarily stiffened do not show any signs of anxiety.
　As usual - no, there was no point in worrying about it. They had to get ready for their next move.

　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about it.
　Garginis is especially cautious about defending himself with his left hand. That was obvious to everyone. You will be able to find out if you are a good candidate for the job.
　However, when it comes to the left hand, it's a tricky one.

　Dividing the fight between the right and left, the left side was clearly outnumbered. Based on the number of moves, Galginis would have to mix both hands as well as foot techniques.
　The troops instantly realized this. Of course, the same is true for Garginis himself. If a crack occurs in this breathless offensive and defense, if it is to be broken down, it will certainly be triggered by the offense and defense with the left hand.

　Galginis, who can handle it without pulling back, carefully assesses the dozens of times Serketo's attack with his left hand, trying to block it.
　Striking too hard on the side would only increase the impact and the load on his body with a sore wrist. It could create a delay in your next move.

　It had to be overcome with an exquisite amount of force. This offensive and defense can't go on forever. A breakthrough has already been found and the timing is right.

(I'll break the right pointy arm that I stepped in too far first!

　In a contest of endurance, Garginis is the winner. Just when I was sure of that.
　A moment later, a moment of prevention with my left hand, I felt fear and at the same time, a pain that ripped through my nerves. You don't need to look to see that the wrist of your left hand is twisted in a new direction with the entire trinket.

　In the midst of the battle, while being wary of the tail and protecting his left hand, Galginis was the one who showed an opening first.
　He should have understood the threat of the lancet arm and decided that he could handle it. However, while he tilted his consciousness to the left, this time his attention to his tail was sparse.
　If he could have surpassed it a few more times, he would have been able to strike in the opposite direction....

　It would be easy if I could just return the broken hand to its original position, but I wouldn't be able to return it to its original position quickly if the entire gauntlet was bent out of shape.

　Ignoring his left hand, Galginis tries to deal with it with his remaining arms and legs. Of course, evasion must be considered. However, there is no way that the demon would respond to a mismeasured analysis of the difference in strength, and the lack of hands was still not compensated for.
　The tails that were released at a speed far exceeding the stabs that were thrust out from both of Serketo's arms, pierced the abdomen with ease as if it were to slip through the gaps in his consciousness. More dexterously than his fingertips, he changed his trajectory slightly and tore into the flesh without making Garginis aware of it.

　It was as if the entire armor had been clawed at his side. Just before his tail touched the armor, he reflexively twisted his body to minimize the injury. Even so, the side of the armor was neatly gouged out, ripping the raw flesh underneath.
　A rawer redness than the armor stained the side as if a curtain had been drawn.

　Garginis didn't let the rigidity of his injuries get in the way of his ability to twist with his energy alone.
　Instead of taking the blow of the tail, Galginis raised his right leg.

　He set his foot to the place of expression, and at the same time as he kicked up, he put the ground into a certain range of interference with the foot on the axis. It was not a specific coordinate, but a spatial range designation. It's a pretty rough skin feel.

　Considering the thickness with the downstairs, a cylinder of two meters was the coordinate range that Garginis had specified on the spur of the moment. All the substances contained within the range are mixed with magic power and converged at another coordinate "point".
　That location was Celket's chest. For a coordinate equal to a small point, directionality is given.
　It's a versatile magic called 【Phalanx】, a highly versatile magic called 【Phalanx】 - for Garginis.

　Touching the armor-type AWR allows for a slight rebuilding of matter, tightening the clods like steel. They all converge to the designated coordinates at once. Unlike the earth system's [Thorn Pears], to avoid it, they must interfere with the coordinates in the surroundings.

　Or, you'll have to make the approaching clod turned to steel disappear.
　Or you'll be crushed by the amount of material at a single point. Either way, he wouldn't be able to move.
　Naturally, he didn't have the faintest idea that it would work out that way.

　Retreating, Galginis checked the force of the bleeding and poked one knee. He didn't give in to the pain. The troops were waiting around him with their AWRs off. They were standing in line, willing to fight.

　One of them placed his own sword-type AWR in Garginis' hands. After grasping it firmly, he releases a magical light of the same color as his armor and resonates with it. By the side, shields and other objects that have survived Serketo's onslaught are piled up.
　The shape melted like mud and clung to the sword.
　At the same time as the structure is altered and an enormous amount of magical power is poured into it, it takes on a weapon-like form.

　It is a huge battle axe. It was a large axe that emitted a dull light. The length alone was considerable. It was so long and huge that even Serketo could be cut in half, and it was a powerful battle axe.

　Garginis easily lifted it with one hand. The war axe constructed in front of the squad members' eyes is a special weapon made up of their AWR.
　The name of the battle-axe is uttered in the chest of the squad members without anyone else. It was the true form of the AWR handled by Galginis.

　Demon Hunters--【Slifzalika】.

　The armoured AWRs worn by Galginis and the AWRs of his squad members are all made from a single meteor metal. It is not so much a meteometal as it is the most meteometal and has properties that are beyond human knowledge.

　It can be said to be an inferior property to the meteometal used for Alice's AWR.

　Of course, the team lost their main weapon due to absorption and rebuilding, but they also carry AWR for emergencies. For the sake of interference, it is an emergency weapon, but it is unavoidable. If I joined the battle directly, the risk of dying would be much higher.

　However, even if morale can be sustained, in front of the current captain - in front of the completed and serious form of the single magician that Halkapudia is proud of, no one can interfere.
　Garginis, whose magic power even thicker than steam is pouring out of his entire body, probably doesn't need to worry about wounds.

　The white breath leaking from the visor was tinged with an odd magical power.

　Perhaps it was the exuberance before a fierce battle, but it was not a step behind the hint of the evil magic power that Serketo exuded. On the contrary, the team members watching also had their morale up for the defeat.