Sage-2
The black flame burns without rest.
It’s not a normal magic, it’s a fire that burns in demoniac.
“[More… Burning…]”
The demonic flames engulfed the surroundings like a monster growing up on its own.
[I thought the red pagoda had red buds from 300 years ago… Tsk… It turns out like this in the end.]
The wise man clicked his tongue and looked at that magic flame with sorrowful eyes.
Perhaps this is a heartbreaking situation for the wise man more than anything he has ever seen in the Mage Tower.
For Leo, that feeling came quite heavy.
[…Son, don’t make that face. Now is the time for revenge. Enjoy the happiness of hurting the perpetrator.]
The sage’s frivolous words shatter that sentiment and focus on the current fight.
“…Okay then, tell me what to do with that flame first.”
Leo’s cheeky tone returned, and the wise man laughed and devised a strategy using the voice of the panel.
Every time the panel rotates while flying, the range of magic widens and the speed of telepathy accelerates.
[That fire had the same level of demonic energy as the demon king. The main effect is that the fire once lit does not go out unless it is purged.]
{Then I will use the holy sword…}
[No, the holy sword is not suitable as a substitute for fire magic.]
The holy sword is originally a holy sword with the power of light.
It might be possible to remove the demonic flame, but it wasn’t a very suitable weapon for countering fire magic.
[I can tell you the magic circle and the calculated value. The important thing is…]
The sage’s gaze turned to the dark red flames of the red pagoda.
The lump of purple flame, which could not be called the owner of the red pagoda, did not wait for the questions and answers of the party that lasted less than one second.
The other Mage Tower owners weren’t dead, but they were still within attack range. If you even touch that purple flame, your body will burn beyond recovery.
[It’s about putting an end to it. With the holy sword.]
The sound of Arya holding her holy sword echoed at that one word.
Even though the body was torn apart, the main body that maintained that fire still existed.
If you cut down its main body, even that stubborn flame will fade.
“Okay.”
“Then…”
[Let’s start.]
A strategy was formed through this short dialogue.
The girl standing in the vanguard is the descendant of the hero.
The young man standing in the rear is a descendant of a wise man.
Although it is said to be in the rear, Leonardo was in charge of responding to the fire.
Holding a black stone longsword in both hands, six overlapping panels spread out at the rear.
[It’s clumsy… But it’s been a while.]
The fallen tower owners recognized that their gaze was directed in a direction completely unrelated to survival in a dangerous situation.
The wizard’s instinct, which should have been rational, focused their sights on one place.
[Where should I get some discipline?]
The sage’s magic formula flows into Leonardo’s head.
Although it has already been recompiled in the form of conversions of magic formulas, martial arts and magical arias that can easily exceed 100 digits, understanding them puts a load on the brain.
＜…You’re holding on tight to my discipline…!＞
Leonardo moves the panel and the sword according to the magic circle interpreted as it is, without even having time to worry about the bleeding nose.
[Didn’t you know? Originally, the Mage Tower is joint responsibility.]
With shameless words, magic is manifested in sword strikes.
The magic tower owners couldn’t take their eyes off the miraculous magic. Even if your body is on fire, they will keep that magic in their eyes.
It’s a circle magic, but magic that doesn’t depend on the circle.
“[How…]”
Every time a magic circle is formed, the flame based on demonic energy gradually fades.
That didn’t turn off the lights or offset the heat with cold.
Even black magic is a type of magic.
However, the owner of the red pagoda was not good at using black magic.
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Magi is just a propellant that adds curses to magic and increases firepower. Ironically, thanks to that, the basis of her fire magic was close to circle magic.
Therefore, it was also possible to decompose magic by reverse calculation.
“[How…! Why…?!]”
The owner of the red pagoda, where her whole body was burning, did not understand this phenomenon itself, even though she even gave her soul to that being.
Even without her skin, the sweat glands all over her body felt like cold sweat flowing.
The being said that the flame was definitely an unquenchable flame.
Her brain cells were ripening, she was sure that once it was ignited, it would lead to endless flames.
But what is that magic?
Everywhere the sword strikes, the magic and flames are disappearing.
That it is not something that disappears, but a decomposition through inverse calculation.
I couldn’t understand it with the burned intellect of the red pagoda.
“[Ah…Gaaa…!!]”
Screams ring out.
A roar rang out in frustration.
The flames scattered indiscriminately take shape.
A black giant clad in flames, the reason why I didn’t compare it to a spirit was because of the dirty fraud spewing out of the giant.
Chwaaagh!
This time, the hero’s slash blew off the giant’s arm.
“…Tch…!”
Originally, it was a technique that would blow up the entire body.
If it hadn’t been for needlessly growing in size, it would have been successful, but that hateful b*tch has been holding on to this day.
[…Huh, he’s desperate.]
However, it was a cute level of magic that the sage would exclaim as ‘at best’.
[Hey, Leo. Can I do it my way?]
Oops, the sound of grinding teeth rang out.
The sage wanted to teach that cheeky wizard.
What is the wisdom of the Mage Tower she abandoned?
How did the people she killed feel?
Whose apprentice did she touch?
It will be engraved on the melted intestines and bones.
[Cub.]
A smile appeared on the wise man’s face.
[I know that well.]
The long sword he was wielding arbitrarily changed into a staff. The black body with red beads stuck in it shone like ruby.
“[Hey, Arya. Just aim for the last hit.]”
“Oh! Uh… yes?”
Ariaspil couldn’t help but be dazed.
It was as if the sage and Leo spoke at the same time.
“[…Yeah… He… Leonardo… As much as you…]”
As the flame took shape, the intelligence of the owner of the red pagoda was also restored accordingly. Even the purple flames, which were recklessly thrown, came into balance and were applied with technology.
“[Red Tower Owner Jane Narsha.]”
Leonardo’s eyes moved straight, unwavering, toward the face of that criminal.
[I am the essence of magic, the origin of all magic, and the one who established modern magic,]
The sage’s blue eyes were also looking straight down at that sinner.
[And I will punish you for the honor of my dear disciple, Leonardo, and my friends, the first Mage Tower owners.]
The panel rotates.
“[What nonsense…!]”
The words of the leader of the red tower did not come out until the end.
[Did you say Bernan Verdein?]
“…Yes?”
The owner of the Black Tower, who was treating his injuries himself, looked at his idol with a shocked expression.
[Your magic was worth seeing. It’s great enough to be used even in my time. Black Tower Master.]
Leo’s shadow moves following the compliments.
The shadow of the panel rises from the ground and joins the rotation again.
‘…The magic circles are overlapping.’
All the magic tower lords, including the black tower lord, were shocked.
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Martial arts and magical arias are used to maximize their strengths.
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Make up for and maximize Leonardo’s insufficient circle and mana by combining unique magic.
Added panels rotated, then rotated again to create a giant gun barrel.
I was convinced that it was a magic that could not be used with only Leonardo’s level.
[Know with glory. Because this is the great magic that made the demon king retreat for a while.]
The white light is condensed. A by-product of a failed research attempt to approach divinity.
Nevertheless, the light was brilliant enough to be compared to divinity.
The magic of erasure, which disintegrates everything just by touching it, was being reproduced.
No matter how great magic is, the foundation that can be reproduced now is ‘Martial Arts and Magic Aria’.
That’s why it had to be chanted in order to activate it.
“[Divine Slaughter]”
The magic in response to the cry emits condensed light.
The gun barrel explodes one after another.
Every time the light travels, the replica panel that rotates one by one pops out and breaks.
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Maybe it was natural.
Originally, this magic is an unfinished product that is dangerous even if it is manifested by its own ability.
An eccentricity that is equivalent to pouring sea water into a small balloon.
It was a miracle that was possible because he was a sage who reproduced such force through his own magic.
“[…That’s…]”
“…This is…”
Looking at the straight line of light, the tower owners thought of only one sentence.
A word that people usually call by substituting ‘miracle’.
But it was also a metaphor that I had never included as a wizard.
‘It’s like magic.’
The blow that made the demon king retreat blows the entire body of the enemy pagoda.
Even if you spread the flame, the fire will no longer ignite.
The god’s death was dissolving the root of mana.
At the same time, the decomposed mana is used as fuel to accelerate magic.
I understood that it was not a bluff that I had made the demon king retreat.
Is the demon lord a great beast? Even a hero would not be immune to that attack.
“[Off]…Ah…!”
I didn’t even scream. The sound, and even the mana mixed with the voice, that divine flesh was dissolving.
The reason he was able to scream right now is because his alter ego keeps his soul alive.
In front of that real magic, new powers were nothing more than a joke.
And.
“[Arias Feel! Now!]”
When that voice rang, the red pagoda owner’s field of vision was already elsewhere.
A cutting sound resounding as if it were shaking in the gap between the flesh.
The field of vision rises and turns in a parabolic direction.
And after falling to the ground and rolling a few times, the flames that covered her eyes were extinguished.
“…You are…”
What I saw in the eyes of the severed red pagoda was a ghost.
A presence that is too obvious to be dismissed as a fantasy seen in death.
“…Sage…?”
It was only then that the owner of the red pagoda could understand.
Really, what was on the side you betrayed?
“…Why earlier…”
Her hair slowly disappears.
Divinity was burning on her head and consuming it.
The words you say now will be her last will.
“Why didn’t you show up sooner…?”
The sage’s eyes were cold.
Even if it wasn’t for that question, she was a villain enough to be contemptuous of.
The crime of trampling on other people’s parents and everyone’s mage tower for her own self-interest is so heavy that death cannot wash it away.
Now, let alone a monster that is difficult to call an evil ‘man’.
The sage himself opened his mouth to such a question.
[I have always been. It seems like only one person in four years didn’t realize it, but.]
“…Is that so…”
Jane Narsha’s eyes loosened.
If it’s a sage’s magic, it would be an honor to be defeated like this.
She only feels regret and guilt for her own foolish choice…
[And you’re embarrassing, so why don’t you go and say you’re a wizard? Understand? My expression is like ‘I lost but I fought well.’ I’m telling you. You’re more sloppy than Leo. Uh? If you knew, don’t waste your oxygen and mana and search for it?]
“Sleep…!”
The owner of the red pagoda could not speak any more.
That’s just like the other mage tower owners.
Leo’s feet crushed the face of the red pagoda.