Chapter 91: 91 Episode 90 Magician Arcs Reisefft

--The fever that suddenly hit my body as the curtain was about to close may have been my anger at such unreasonableness.

My body was hot. Too hot.

It was incomparable to the heat I felt when I caught a cold.

It's like when I was lying in bed with a fever in Raytheft's house.

I wonder if my body is screaming because I've been placed in such an iron fire.

Or is it that my heart is beginning to break down from the fact that I am going to die?

It's as if my whole body is on fire, and my body temperature is rising at an unbelievable rate.

My body was so trapped in the heat that I even feared that if I continued to move, I would never be able to move again.

--My body might burn up.

--My body might burn up.

These fears became whispers that tightened my heart.

I'm afraid it will be irreversible.

I was afraid that I would die.

But still, I must not lose here.

Yes, if I lose here, all the efforts I've made so far will vanish like a bubble.

Back when we fought at the Marquis' mansion.

I said I wouldn't give up.

I said I'd try my best.

Then, I must resist until the last moment when my arms are burned off--

The moment I reassured my heart, the heat in my body increased its temperature even more.

But somehow, I was beginning to feel that it was not a bad hot flash.

As evidence of this, my thoughts gradually became clearer, in inverse proportion to the heat in my body.

It was a strange sensation, as if I was controlling my own body here and now in a different place, as if I were looking down on myself. It was as if I had been placed in the middle of an extreme state of concentration called the "zone," which is said to have been experienced by famous athletes.

A brief respite in the hazy air. The movement of the Imperial Guard in front of me was slow and stagnant, as if I had been thrown into the water.

In the meantime, I searched for the means that were left to me now, and found them surprisingly quickly.

I immediately transferred the [Kneaded Magic Power] that was hidden inside my body to my right fist, and swung my right arm over.

The opponent had a spear. If it were normal, I would not be able to hit him because of the distance between us, but this fist will never swing.

--That's what this attack is. That is the true nature of this attack. It was this technique that I used on a mage in a warehouse in the Rustinelle capital and snapped his body in half.

As he aimed at the spot where he would strike, he suddenly saw the mouth of the Imperial soldier twitch.

He apparently mocked it as an agonizing resistance, but his imagination was fanciful.

Immediately after he swung out his right fist, the Imperial soldier was hit by a powerful impact of [Renma Power] on his face. There is no way to defend against it. You can't even imagine that. That's why the Imperial Guard staggered on the spot.

He managed to stay on his feet, but even so, he couldn't kill the gap that arose from that. He took advantage of this unique opportunity, and after momentarily dropping his sword, he regained it, leapt, and slashed the imperial soldier's neck as he passed him.

"Geez!

You'll be able to feel and hear the sound of a heavy bag of water being slashed, and you'll hear a voice that can't be described as a scream.

The fresh blood spurts out from his cracked neck, and he brushes the blood from his sword behind him.

From behind me, I hear the sound of a man slumping to his death.

That's one less man. But there are still twenty Imperial soldiers here, including the ones that Ceylan killed. There was still a long way to go to get out of this predicament.

On the other hand, one of the mages in the back of the group turned to look at him and began to chant a spell, as if he had seen his friends fall. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I think it's a good idea. [O wind], [Gown's lament], [Invited by a mad cry]. From what I can tell, this is wind magic. From the flow of the spell, the epics are probably extracted from the spirit age, and the words are more than seven verses long.

The fact that the spell is unnecessarily long is a fatal flaw in this situation, perhaps due to a careless decision made because of the distance.

In response to such a spell, the spell we are going to cast is

"--wind. Formation. . Impulse. . crush . sky. Break. Let the wind form an iron ring!

--This is a whirlwind offensive magic, [High Blade].

This is a spell used by an enemy mage in a warehouse in the capital of Rastinel. The strength of the spell is severely lax due to the overlapping of unconnected words, but in this situation before the mage used the spell, it should be within the range of use.

Pointing to the heavens, he stirred the air as if spinning a wheel. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing in the future.

I'm not sure what to say.

The ring of wind rotates, pulling the tail of wind dust behind it like a thread. It's a great way to make sure you don't get caught in the middle of the action.

The mage's astonished voice, before it could be spun out of his mouth, was torn apart and blown apart along with his body by the battle ring.

--The rest is about 700 mana.

Then, after confirming that there were no imperial soldiers who would turn against us, I shifted my aim to flanking the imperial soldiers who had moved to defeat Seyran.

Suddenly, an Imperial soldier's weapon caught my eye. Marked on the tip of the black spear. The weapon is engraved with [Wrath] and [Fireman], giving it the power of fire.

This is just right.

"- Kawaba's miller. Wheat miller. He's inept, unskillful. And he's too lazy to do anything about it. In the end, the flour went up in smoke.

--Smokescreen dispersal spell, Exposé Dust.

This is just a spell that creates a smokescreen by scattering flour.

It itself has no offensive power and can be easily dispelled because it is made of flour.

Moreover, the spell is poorly written, with negative words and even the name of a blunder.

However, in this situation, the shoddiness and shoddiness is nothing short of delightful.

When the magic was activated, wheat dust rose up to envelop the Imperial soldiers who were about to attack Siran. They were affected by the direction of the wind and reached the Imperial soldiers who were waiting for him, and they held most of the Imperial soldiers here.

"Smoke screen!

Don't flinch!　Blow it up!

The imperial soldiers did not like the smoke screen and tried to get rid of it.

Because of the amount of powder, they can't use magic for fear of being inhaled.

If you carelessly run away from the smoke screen, Ceylan will knock you down and you will be helpless.

Therefore, the only way to get rid of it is to use your hands or weapons.

Of course, that soldier with the engraved weapon is no different.

I don't know if it's a reflex, but he wields a weapon with the mark of fire on it. He wields it.

Yes, too carelessly.

Instantly, the powder from the black spear ignites the flour, and the white smoke screen becomes brightly colored. With the sound of the explosion, the sound flew out of my ears and the shockwave rushed through me. The flames ignited a chain of flammable powders, which eventually turned into a huge pillar of fire.

The updraft created swirled and created a small vortex of flame.

Trapped in the midst of the smoke screen's explosive combustion, there was no way for the Imperial Guard to escape.

Armor, screams, flesh, and everything else is burned, and the smell of smoldering flames and burning flesh drifts through the air. All that could be seen in the flames was a black figure.

The Imperial soldiers are in the midst of an absolute screaming match.

...... There are several conditions that must be met for a dust outburst to occur, and it is known to be surprisingly difficult to artificially cause one. Of course, it is not something that can be easily done with powder and sparks, but this magic is a recreation of an accident at a water mill.

It is therefore flawed in that it tends to cause accidents that could happen in a water mill, no matter what.

...... I thought I had gotten a lot of people involved, but it seems that Dusseyr and most of his men escaped the flames. In the event that you have any questions regarding where by and how to use it, you can contact us at the web site.

It's a shame that you have so little magic power.

--Remaining, 670 mana.

The surviving Imperial soldiers seem to be shouting something, but you can't hear them now due to the explosion, and there's no need to listen. There's no point in listening to them, since all they're saying is "kill" or "defeat" or some such nonsense.

We, on the other hand, stand still.

As weakly as possible, as if we were exhausted.

We stagger and lose our balance as much as possible.

Naturally, the imperial soldiers see this as an opportunity and attack us.

Alone.

I didn't see that coming. If you're surrounded, you're in trouble, but you're still a child.

Anyway, therefore, there was no need for us to move.

We stood motionless and silent.

That's why the soldier never doubted his victory.

He could step into the fray without a care in the world.

"This is the end.

"ARX!

With Ceylan's cry, the sound came back to his ears.

However, there is nothing to be concerned about.

If we leave ourselves unprotected, the enemy's attack will be heavy. You will not be able to restrain them in order to ensure a kill.

That is why the soldier swung his spear in the air just as he had imagined in his mind.

I hawked my hand at the mouth of the soldier, who was full of gaps.

As if to take something important from it.

"Take it! Take it away. Let it be his death. Let every breath die before my hand. palm of the hand that abducts the source of acid, you are an inhalant scavenger.

--Oxygen-absorbing offensive magic, reversal aerial.

Immediately after chanting the spell, the soldier who was deprived of breath collapsed.

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The momentum of the assault caused him to roll on the ground and he didn't move a muscle.

In the end, it's not just a matter of time before he collapses.

The true nature of this coma is lack of oxygen. Running out of oxygen is not caused by the inability to breathe, but by a decrease in the concentration of oxygen in the air. A simple change in the state of the air we breathe can cause us to collapse in an instant.

...... There is no way for humans to prevent this. The human body's oxygen supply is provided by gas exchange between the alveoli and the blood, and because this is an 'exchange', when the exchange takes place, the oxygen in the air and the oxygen in the blood are instantly exchanged. There is already nothing we can do about it because the concentration necessary for life activities changes regardless of the amount of air we inhale.

This is a problem before you can even think about holding your breath.

This is an attack that exploits a hole in the human body.

Another soldier is killed, and the small battlefield goes silent for a moment.

Before I knew it, all of the remaining Imperial soldiers, including Dusseyr, were turning on me. For now, and only for now, they're taking Ceylan out of their sight and unleashing all the killing intent they can muster.

--Only 570 mana left.

What will he do next?

He won't approach you aggressively because he's wary of you since you defeated him so close.

Then you'll have to resort to flying.

So I move my mouth in anticipation.

"Ready the remaining arrows!　I--

"No moving parts allowed. No flying things allowed. No man, bird, beast or insect can escape the commandments of the stars. The drawer from the well will always be greedy.

--Gravitational stacking assistive magic, Gravity Well.

Before Dussaea's instructions come out of her mouth, she completes the chanting of the spell ahead of schedule.

The violet-colored [Arts Glyphs] spread out and swirled in the space ahead, and eventually an invisible hole appeared in the center of it.

Will it be an abyss or an abyss if you look into it?

The arrow ball, approaching the space of high gravity, cannot resist the doubled gravity, and its momentum is reduced. All of the arrows flying towards me crashed down without power before they reached me.

--450 mana remaining.

Now it's time to go. All that's left is to use one low-consumption spell, and one each of Magnetic Force and Spinning Barrel. There is no room. In fact, there's not enough to defeat them all in time.

I can't help but regret that I have so little magic power.

"What the hell is that kid ......?

What I suddenly heard was a voice of surprise mixed with fear.

But I don't care about that. For now, the only thing I need to focus on is how to get through this with the small amount of magic I have.

The destination is still far from .......

When I look at the place I need to get to, these words suddenly come to mind.

It was only a short distance to Ceylan, but why did it feel so far away now?

The imperial soldiers were charging at us. One at the front and another behind him. Two in total.

Apparently, they were still being licked.

The first one swung his sword at him.

But he's lukewarm. Compared to my uncle's sword strike or the swords of the old men of the world, I don't know why this feels so sharp. He evaded the flash of the sword by stepping back slightly, and then quickly slipped to the side. The target was so small that the Imperial Guard lost sight of him for a moment. Thankful for his short stature, he clipped the Imperial soldier's right leg in the manner of a golf swing.

The part from the knee down was launched into the air with a scream.

But there was no time to waste.

This time, he thrusts the tip of his sword at the second person, who is just over two meters away.

"What the hell?

The shout of surprise was halted by a single thrust of the right hand with divine speed.

The technique that closed the distance in an instant was a move that he had been practicing for some time.

It was a pseudo-technique that I had been practicing for a while. It was a pseudo-technique that I had read about in the men's world, in which you reduce the distance between you and your opponent to zero and step into the gap in an instant. It was still a "fake" move, but from the enemy's point of view, it was still too much for them to follow.

The Imperial soldiers were unable to resist.

He was stabbed through the armor and blown away by the force of the assault.

--Kanare. Yes, it was kanare.

I remember hearing those words one day, and then I hear Dusseyr's voice.

"Don't try to scatter them!　Surround them and kill them!

Such are the instructions. He wants you to focus all your energy on him this time.

They want to surround you as a group, just like they did to Ceylan earlier.

--But that's just what he needed to get the soldiers to gather around him.

"I need water. I want it now. Bless our fields with water from heaven.

After chanting, I held my hand up to the sky, and the light blue [Arts Glyph] rose up into the sky.

Soon, the light blue [Artsglyphs] were replaced by water that fell from the sky like a spilled bucket.

The water was sprinkled. Yes, water. A spell that had no other effect than simply sprinkling water.

But all of the Imperial soldiers present paled in despair.

"Mwah, water ......?

Dusseyr's shout echoed.

Dusseyr's shout echoed. Dusseyr's shouts of anger echoed in the air. They knew exactly how dangerous it would be to be exposed to water in this situation. Even if they don't understand the principles of electricity, they may know this because they are soldiers of the Empire who have been at war with the Kingdom for a long time.

Yes, there is someone here now who controls the magic of thunder.

"Your Highness.

When I called out to him as if to ask for help, Ceylan looked at me as if to say, "Are you sure? I nodded firmly in response. He responded with a firm nod, and Ceylan began to cast a spell.

The Imperial Guard turned to look at him, but it was too late to stop him now.

Of course not. All of the Imperial Guard's murderous intent was directed at him.

But that didn't mean he could escape from the water to avoid being energized.

Of course not. The water was sprayed over a large area, just like spraying a field.

In the midst of all this, the whole area was soaked.

"Roar! Shout! Under the will of the Dragon King, a dazzling light pierces through.

All that could be heard was a short chant.

There is no need to use a long spell, as it is only to transmit electricity.

The lightning bolt from Ceylan's hand immediately energizes the water.

The lightning bolt strikes the Imperial Guard in the foot.

The sound of soul-crushing screams. Even as they fall to their deaths in the puddle, the lightning snakes still crawl around them as if protecting their prey.

After an Imperial soldier is burned by lightning and collapses.

He slips on his shoes and leaps away from the lightning snake with a splash.

Eventually, the white smoke cleared.

At the end of the smoke, you can see Dusseyr's face, tinged with surprise and a hint of despair.

"...... You idiot. How can you just stand there and be safe?

That's easy. I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but I'm sure you've heard of it.

"--【Fujido】

"............

It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time with your family. It's no wonder that in this world, where the concepts of electricity and lightning are not common, there is no way of knowing.

Now, no electricity can be transmitted. If it's not a direct hit, but an indirect one, ...... is a condition.

You'll be able to see the difference between the two.

One of the strongest soldiers that Dusseyr brought with him shivered in astonishment and let out a dumb mutter.

When the surprise attack was successful and all the guards had fallen, they should have been sure of victory.

That's why none of them would have expected anything like this to happen.

"Who the hell are you, ......?

Suddenly, I heard the voice of someone.

The person who asked this question was Dusseyr Lubanka, Vice Admiral of the Eastern Sector of the Gillis Empire.

The answer to the man's question, caught by surprise, was...

--Arcus Raytheft, mage.

Trapped in a fever, he speaks his own name.

He said he was here, doing this.

That I am here, fighting.

I'm here to prove that I'm not a failure.

I lay waste to the ground, this time to Ceylan.

Let's go to ......!

As I step forward, my body begins to scream.

Tiredness and the strain of a small body. As I stepped forward, my body began to scream.

--Even after all this, there were still ten enemies left.

It seems there is still a long way to go.

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