Watching Vicente thrusting at him, Ray manipulates the flaming Emperor's red armor to fly.
　A part of the flaming emperor's red armour flew straight toward Vicente... ...and fell on his path, and the next moment a huge amount of flame flared up around him like a wall.

"What!"

　Vicente jumps diagonally forward.
　If he had jumped straight into the flame wall, he would have definitely been badly burned.
　Normally, the metal armor worn by the stigma mitigates...or incapacitizes most attacks with magical effects.
　But it's Ray's attack, which is in an absolutely advantageous space for them, but still resisting. I didn't know if I would be safe if I ate it properly.
　The judgment must have been correct.
　If it had stuck into the wall of fire, it would have been burned all the armour that Ray had relied on in the flames produced by his compressed magic.
　It could not have been more correct, perhaps reflective.
　But... that doesn't stop Vicente from struggling.
　Part of the next flame Emperor's red armor, released as if reading the direction of avoidance, becomes a flame with sticky properties as soon as it hits the ground, spreading like a net and wrapping around Vicente's body.

"Slip!"

　It is judged that if you stick it in, it will be entangled by the net caused by the fire, and Vicente changes the direction of the movement even more forcefully, knowing the burden on the body.
　It was usually an act that could have hurt the knees and ankles, but it wasn't impossible now that I was in sanctuary.

"Be quiet there, too!"

　Once Vicente had distanced himself, Ray cut off a part of the flaming emperor's red armor and released it where the old man lived.

"Huh! Are you going to attack him even if you know it's useless.

　The old man, with a smile, tells us that some of the flaming Emperor's red armor that Ray releases bursts in the air, and in the next moment it is dispersed into countless small flames, burning down the surrounding area of the old man.

(What do you think?)

　In Ray's eyes, naturally, the old man disappears the moment the fire hits... and appears away from the place where the fire burns heavily.

"Persistent!"

　Without seeing such an old man, he sees Vicente, who avoided throwing nets by fire, coming towards him in a roundabout way, and throws a part of the Emperor's red armor again.
　Some of the flaming Emperor's red armor, which landed on the ground as if to control Vicente's predecessor, instantly spreads widely.
　Again, Vicente kicks the ground with a look of amazement and distanced himself from the flames, as he thought earlier.

"It's abominable!"

　The words that Vicente spits out are probably from the bottom of his heart.
　There are a lot of different kinds of flames that don't seem to be the same way to attack.
　If there is noise here, I am sure you will nod in agreement.
　This method of attack is the skill derived from the red armor of the Flame Emperor, Fukame.
　The idea is to throw the Emperor's red armor, which is a compression of Ray's magical powers, into the shape of a flame as Ray would like.
　Although the power itself is not so strong compared to Emperor Flame's Red Armour, the shape of the flame is at Ray's mercy... depends on his imagination, it means that it is very difficult for the attacker to deal with it.
　As a Rank S adventurer, even the noise named Deep Fire was troubling, so Vicente's inability to deal with it may be unavoidable.
　In particular, the reason why we are still not attacked by deep flames is because of the sanctuary, which is also the unique skill of the stigma that is spreading around us.

"Are you going to keep me away?" Then I have an idea, too.

　Vicente throws up his fist on the spot.
　Ray is not a few steps away. Vicente clenches his fist strongly, saying it doesn't matter at all, even though he's more than 10 meters apart.
　It's not magic... it's Vicente's own faith.
　A strong feeling for the goddess of light, which can only be used when invoking this sanctuary.
　Such Vicente's power is concentrated on itself... and the next moment you can play it.

"Receive the Holy Power!"

　Shaking his fist forward with a shout, the next moment a fist shaped by light is created and flies toward Ray, who is unfolding the flaming Emperor's red armor.
　Realizing how powerful the blow is, Ray frowns slightly.

(Can I accept it as it is?)

　If this was a normal space, we would have decided that we could accept it without any problems.
　I have such deep confidence in the Red Armour of the Flame Emperor, who fought even with the noise.
　But... the biggest problem was this place.
　This whole area filled with strange things that Ray doesn't understand is clearly abnormal.
　In fact, Ray's physical abilities have been severely weakened, and he can't even move around now, so he has no choice but to put his hands behind him.
　Avoid the final choice after less than a moment of hesitation.
　Despite using Emperor Flame's Red Armour, Ray does not exaggerate, but pulls half his body to make room for the light fist to pass through.
　Even though it's just that much movement, it's as slow as if you've put tens or hundreds of kilograms of weight on your whole body.
　Feeling frustrated by the slow movement, Ray manages to pull himself together, and, not knowing what might happen if he touches the fists of light with the Emperor's red armor, he releases most of his red armor to the elderly as a deep flame.
　It was almost as soon as the fist of light passed right next to Ray and the deep flame landed where the old man was.

"Slip!"

　pain in spite of avoidance
　It conveys a powerful shock even from the top of Ray's dragon robes.
　It was a strong dragon lobe for blades and magic, but it is far from strong for techniques that directly convey shocks from above.
　Vicente's fists of light were just like that.
　Nevertheless, it was not blown away by the impact of the fist of light, and I was able to endure the pain on the spot because I succeeded in avoiding it without hitting it directly.
　If it had hit me, what would have happened? With that in mind, Ray decides he can't leave Vicente at his disposal. And...
　with a roar
　That kind of sound echoes around me.
　Ray doesn't question what caused the noise to come from.
　It's only natural that it's an attack that I've carried out of course.
　When I turned my gaze to the sound to see the result, it was a scene that I could describe as a sea of flames.
　The moment the deep flame I had just set off hit the ground, it spread rapidly.
　the range of attack several tens of times greater than that of an explosion in the air and a wide range of attacks

`Whoa!'

　and a voice of anguish which came into my ear.

(As expected)

　Understanding that the voice was heard far away from where the old man had been until now, he put up with the pain with an expression of satisfaction.
　Yes, in this series of conversations Ray was damaged, but he had a bigger harvest.
　a stigma old man who has been scratching about since the beginning of the battle
　What if the movement disappeared as if it had metastasized the moment it was attacked?
　Ray had doubts in the middle of the battle, but several attacks were completely unanswered, and his thoughts were probably wrong.
　Deep flame unleashed by avoiding Vicente's attack.
　The spread of fire, which can be called mask suppression, may have been completely unexpected to the elderly.
　He might have expected no flames to come where he was, but his reading was wide of the mark.
　As a result, you end up with a small burn.
　... not the old man who was far from Ray's blaze, but the old man who was far out of it.

(Phantom? What's more, it's amazing to have such a realistic vision.)

　Relieving in the mystery that has finally been solved, he puts magic into the red armor of the Flame Emperor, who has consumed it as a deep flame.
　Then, at the next moment, it is compressed again around Ray so that it can be visually recognized, and a concentrated red magic force is attached.
　Nevertheless, Ray's eyebrows are slightly frowned upon.
　This is because the magic that is poured into the red armor of the Emperor Flame was several times as much as usual... if he was not good at it, he consumed ten times as much.
　Originally, the red armor of the Flame Emperor consumed not so much magical power compared to the armor of the Heio, which was the basis of the red armor.
　Compared to the armor of the Heio, which even Ray could not maintain for a long time, the red armor of the Flame Emperor consumes much less magic.
　However, it is only a comparison with the armor of the hegemonic king.
　It's a question of whether an ordinary wizard can maintain the red armor of Emperor Flame for more than ten seconds.
　It was thanks to his enormous magical powers that Ray could use the Emperor's red armor, which consumed so much magical power.

(Is this also the power of sanctuary? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . that's the power of that stigma.)Still, with Ray's magical powers, it was not difficult to re-use the flaming Emperor's red armor.
　Then, when Emperor Flame's Red Armour is activated, Ray faces Vicente staring at him from afar with a stern look on his face to face.

"You... how dare you avoid a blow with my faith?" How could anyone in the sanctuary do such a thing? No, that's why you're such an enemy."
"You're using very different words than you did at first." Is that the land? ... sanctuary. How dare you say words that suit you? From my point of view, this is nothing like a sanctuary. It would be more convincing to be called the realm of evil gods full of spirit."
"Oh!? You!"

　the greatest anger someone has ever shown
　His expression is worthy of expression.
　His neat features made it even more unusual.
　He must have felt his faith tarnished. I tried to shorten the distance with Ray all at once, using that anger...

"Don't you feel at ease, fool?" What are you going to do with the other party's provocations so easily? He's going to separate the bastard from the master, and destroy one by one."
"That's all I know! But on my faith I will give divine punishment to that man, who is a great enemy! And in this sanctuary, people without God's protection are slow to move." Now is the best time!"
"...so you're telling me to calm down." It's not that urgent. 儂He's still a great enemy to me. That being the case, I can fully understand your feelings. Behold, I'm trembling with joy that I can pass him through this arm with this cane."
"Old master..."

　Vicente looked at the old man with a touch of excitement, but for Ray, it's hard for him to settle down here.
　Because of this mysterious existence of sanctuary, my physical abilities and magical powers have all gone down, while the two stigma have gone up a long way.

(Don't be envious of that alone.) If possible, I wish I could use this skill...)

　Force the other person's abilities to improve themselves.
　Such a skill was especially enviable in the eyes of Ray, who worked solo and often faced many people.
　But he immediately shakes his head in silence.
　I understand that this skill is due to tattoos...stigma.
　This skill is like a prerequisite, and Vicente says it's like a faith in the sacred goddess of light.
　It's more than likely that it's a secretive art of the Holy Light.
　Then, in order to be able to use the sanctuary, one must become a believer in the Church of the Sacred Light."

"I don't like it,"

　murmur
　Ray doesn't know what prompted him to say.
　But it was certain that the word, which should have been nothing, fatally exasperated Vicente.

"Dear me! Never forgive me, never forgive me! In the name of the holy goddess of light, I will inflict divine punishment on you, who are my greatest enemy, as much as I wish to die!"

　Vicente, who is once again gathering light in his fist, and an old man breathing next to him.
　Watching it, Ray... suddenly turned his gaze behind Vicente and smiled a little.
　Because it's...

"Gruly!"

　That's because Ray's partner was a half‐hearted person.
　With a short cry, Seto's figure disappeared, and the blow on his forefeet, which he had perceived and managed to avoid, was driven into Vicente's body by a blow that could be described as a return blade.