Sufi's shout forced the prayer to stop.

　However, the rest of the magic power was indeed present, and it was still directed at the one standing on the wall and the man who was named High Priest Zai Fonde.

''Ladies and gentlemen, this color is magical power!　It was supposed to go to the Goddess Astaire, your magic!　That's what our high priest, Zay Fonde, and the people standing on the wall are absorbing!

　The surroundings began to buzz at the girl's words.

'There must have been a lot of rumors already!　Fewer people must have heard of the Astaire scandals than those who haven't heard of them!　The demons have taken Astaireism--

Hahaha. That's enough.

　Covering Sufi's words, Zay Fonde was standing on a pedestal. Next to Soria.

　A smile, how evil it looked, was stuck on his face.

'Enough.'

　Zhai snaps his fingers.

　At the same time, magical power flows into the goddess' giant statue. A moment later - an explosion. A huge lump of iron exploded as it swelled up from within.

　It was a sound that pierced my ears.

　But that's not all. Naturally, what was a lump of iron exploded with momentum.

　It rained down on the people in this square with a high degree of deadliness. That was normal.

''Activate!''

　Sufi shouts again.

　At the same time, a number of magic circles are deployed. It seems that the girls have prepared other than the ones I had prepared in advance.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a few more magicians in the square to protect people, mainly Sufi, but also outside the square.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

I'm going to have to say it. It's a good job.

　As Zai praises him, he changes his body into a distortion.

　No, rather than changing it, it would be more accurate to say that it is assimilated into the main body's magic power.

　Her hair is gone, and she has become a demon race with blue skin, red-black eyes, and sharp fangs. Black wings sprouted from its back, revealing its true identity.

''Demon race ......!　After all, Astaireism is controlled by the demons ......!　...... folks, run away!　True Astaireism will take care of that here!

　Sufi says, but no one is able to react to it.

　Suddenly, everyone is cowering uncomprehendingly.

　In the midst of all this--.

"Zay Fonde!　Get away from Lady Thoria!

Phil!　Hahaha!　That's a lot of speed!

　This is the woman who tangled with me at the inn some time ago.

　She attacks Zai with her silvery white sword. She is trying to pull him away from Soria.

　But Zai receives Phil's seemingly sharp sword in his flesh and blood hands.

　The sound of dull iron and steel colliding rang in the air.

''-- A long time ago, I would have been hit.

　Such spare murmurs were picked up by the magic item in the loudspeaker.

　At the same time.

　Phil was knocked to the ground by Zay's leg kick. Part of the pedestal nearly collapsed.

　Soria's screams were also transmitted through the loudspeaker.

''Listen, you humans!　As long as you're praying, the power's going to reach us demons. Goddess Astaire?　Astaireism?　Hahaha!　This fantasy doesn't exist!　You can't just pray!
　You inferior species and worthless pieces, now, this seventh demon nobleman and next demon king, Yusuf-sama, accompanied by his subordinates, will slaughter you in person!

　That seemed to be the signal.

　The demon clans that were standing on the wall also returned to their original form and stood there, smiling nihilistically.

　The entire square is stirring.

　Some even muttered that it was an event of some sort.

　However, the true Astaire man next to me had a pained look on his face and was deploying a magic circle to the very edge of his magic power. He held magic items in both hands.

　It's probably a substitute for putting magic power into the magic item that was handed out beforehand, which will cause the magic circle to emerge.

I'll say it again!　Run!　We, the True Astaire, will stop it!

　Sufi's words cause a chain reaction, this time one person and then another.

　The competition for the four gates begins to occur one after another. Hurry up, hurry up, a raging voice roars out.

　The demons, who are watching the scene as if it were comical, turn their hands to the defensive magic circle that the True Astaire followers are creating.

　Offensive magic is created from them.

　Water, fire, wind, wind, lightning, and earth, or spears, swords, axes, and arrows. ......

　A huge storm of attacks. I'm not going to be able to get my hands on it.

(It's not good if we don't do anything about it.)

　It's not just about the guild.

　And it's not even about the charismatic party. I can't afford to let Soria be in harm's way.

　The number of people around me has thinned out, so I don't hesitate to put all my strength into my legs to the point that my foothold is broken.

"Oh, hey. While we're taking care of it, brother runs away ......!

But first... we have to get to Thoria.

What?

　Rather than using shifting magic, it's surprisingly better to charge in with all your strength in your legs as long as you can reach your eyes.

　Especially this time, there is one enemy around Soria - Zay Fonde ...... no, Yusef?

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　Then pull them apart. You will need power and speed for that.

　If it's a transition, the speed is good but the power is not. The enhanced Yusef doesn't look bottomless to me either. That's why. That's why.

　The ground rumbles with a thud.

　The landscape changes in an instant.

　Youssef was already in front of me.

'What, oh--'

　That's why.

　Drowning in the enhanced power, I let my guard down. And I trusted that he would take my attack. Just like Phil's sword.

　It did.

　Youssef rammed into the giant statue, which was still at a certain size despite being broken.

''Fu...... Soria, are you okay?''

'Yeah, yeah ...... what?　I mean, tete, or rather, that voice: ......!

　Soria was about to say, and the sound came from both places.

　One is under the pedestal. It's Phil.

　Finally, after being kicked in the leg, he comes back to life.

　And the other is Yusef.

　He stood up, brushing away the scrap metal.

　All around us, the magic circle is about to collapse. Cries of despair and screams of despair echoed through the air.