164 – Cult of the Moon – (2)
Arch Mage.
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The beings who stand at the pinnacle of magic.
Unlike ordinary wizards, they can implement their own magic formulas, and they twist reality and tear apart time and space, monsters that enable mana management close to the creation of the universe.
This was the general perception of the Archmage.
However, Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, actually did not attach much importance to the name Archmage itself.
Of the three Archmages that exist on the current continent, two of them have already passed their prime due to aging. In addition, it was not a big danger to Arwen, who had authority close to the best among the apostles.
Moreover, the golden prince, Leonard Liantur, would not have been able to move because he was blocking the power that Phaedra had sowed, and the other was an old man who had left the world and lived in a secluded place, waiting for the day he would die.
So Arwen was more wary of the individual Seira Liantur than the name Archmage.
Kwaguawang!
Continuous explosions.
The level of firepower that would be unthinkable for individual destruction.
The word “Mistake of causality” Was the most fitting character.
A wizard who was gifted with exceptional talent even in the magical family of Liantur, and rose to the rank of Archmage by shattering all the records that the old people had accumulated.
Her name held an unrivaled position in the world of magic.
“I will never win with the straight attack method.”
Arwen called Sepia in with a wry smile.
The feast of magic bullets flying in succession. Its destructive power was truly amazing because it was said to be a magic learned by a child who had just entered magic for the first time.
With just a flick of his hand, hundreds of thousands of magic bullets condensed and flew, and the number and power were overwhelming to counter them through Sepia. In the end, Arwen stopped at the level of repelling her attacks, but her magic bullets, which changed their trajectory, hit the buildings in the capital directly and created craters the size of houses.
“Are you just dodging? It’s no fun.”
Seira Lian Tour who clicks her tongue.
Sensing her giddy emotions, Arwen feigned her composure as best she could.
“Well? Even if she was hit directly, I don’t think her life would be guaranteed.”
“Ha, are you talking about life on the subject of preservatives or preservatives smeared with corpses?”
“I don’t think the person using the anti-aging magic has anything to say.”
After a brief conversation, Seira disappeared from sight.
Arwen hurriedly operated the sepia and stretched out its huge hand towards her saira that appeared just above her head. She
She stretched out.
“Kuh.”
Sepia’s body was surrounded by golden flames that came down with intense light.
Finally, with a shrieking sound, Sepia was consumed by flames and disappeared without a trace.
“Did I kill you? I’m a little sorry.”
Saira’s sarcastic voice.
Arwen was also quite taken aback. Sepia, whose name is said to be a foreign demon, is so easily destroyed.
Of course, she didn’t get hurt, but…….
“…… You’re a monster after all.”
“Not the most monstrous b*tch ever.”
Arwen looked back.
The priests were terrified of her, and Cleta was looking at her with her eyes wondering what to do now.
Cleta said.
“As expected, we fight together… ….”
“No, it’s okay. I just told you, focus only on Iscobal and the Empress.”
“Mmm.”
Cleta looked at Seira floating in the sky with a slight displeasure.
There was something like that flying in the sky, so I wondered if I could concentrate.
“I can fix it.”
“Are you sure?”
“…… Maybe.”
Arwen shrugged her shoulders and flew up. Then, having risen to the same height as Seira, she gasped as she watched the monster in front of her.
“Are you here to die?”
Seira smiled slightly at her eyes.
Of course, if you fight head-on, you will surely die.
However, if it was enough to get caught in an archmage like this, I wouldn’t have even tried it in the first place.
Arwen slowly raised her hand. She was proud that she was not very talented with spells, so she used to use magicians like Rowan to cast skills, but she couldn’t help it in the current situation.
A sense of exhaustion from being constantly sucked out of power.
Seira realized that the apostle in front of her was doing something nasty, and she hurriedly deployed her magic.
“What?”
That moment.
It suddenly became dark above Seira’s head.
No, she was more correct in saying that the originally dark night sky had turned black.
At some point, the night sky was enveloped in a translucent dark purple curtain.
Seira looked up at her, visibly embarrassed. And she quickly noticed that this was the tent of foreign influences mainly used by the apostles.
A barrier that cannot be escaped until the sorcerer dies.
There was almost no way even Seira could break through.
“Yes. Let’s make it big once. Is she on her own?”
“I wouldn’t have come this far without it.”
As Arwen smiled and clapped her hands, Sepia, who thought she had disappeared, wrapped its huge body around her again. Seeing that, Seira furrowed her eyebrows.
“The silk string is tough, that one.”
“Because the main body is in a different place.”
As soon as she finished her words, pattering, semi-solid spheres began to fall from the surface of the veil.
All of them began to take on a form similar to Sepia and gradually began to surround Seira.
Feeling that the battle will be tougher than expected, Seira sighed lightly.
Naturally, her lament turned to the person responsible for sending her here.
“Freed-kun is really too much… ….”
Seira drew mana with all her might.
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Outside the veil, there was nothing different from inside.
A curtain of foreign influences enveloped the sky, and beings that did not belong to this world rose from the surface.
Foreign agents. Elite mobs boasting a considerable level of difficulty in the original work. It was also the reason why the difficulty of the fourth act was raised.
“That, that… ….”
The soldiers stationed in the imperial palace and other defense lines trembled as they saw the primordial demon crawling out of the tent with its mouth wide open.
I don’t know if it’s the imperial guard, but for the National Guard, whose main job is to protect the imperial decree from afar, a monster like that must be the first thing they’ve ever seen.
But the commander was also not an ordinary person.
“Form up!”
He was said to have been in the same class as Uriard, and he shouted as he pulled out a sword from his waist.
With just one shout, the gunners came to their senses and worked hard on their feet, and the soldiers with their shields widened their eyes.
It was a part that made me realize how strong his influence was in the Imperial Army.
“This is just a scenario I had conceived… ….”
I muttered that and put my arm on the window sill.
Sayra is put in to catch the ankle of Arwen, the person to be most wary of. This would be the cornerstone of everything.
Milia’s predicted death was caused by Arwen. That’s why it was necessary to hold her down, and the only one suitable for her was Seira Lian Tour.
Actually, Seira herself hated her for taking on a dangerous job, but when I said that she was for Milia, her eyes changed.
“Freed, now.”
“Yes. They’re going to come crashing down.”
Cult of the Moon in Act 4.
It was virtually all-out war, with troops from both sides fighting face-to-face. In the original work, the aftermath of this battle devastated the capital and served as an excuse for Aranion’s invasion, but now Aranion is imprisoned in a resistant dungeon.
In that case, there was no point in covering fire and water.
“Let’s go in.”
“…… After all, you are a geek.”
When she said that, lifting the corner of her mouth, Yuri Erd shook her head in disgust.
Her Sylphy, riding on Lautrec’s shoulder, cuts his tongue and sticks it out.
Well, what can I do when there is no special way.
I drew my sword and prepared for the upcoming battle. Uriad also loosened the bandages on the sword, and Lautrec’s rune sword began to emit a brilliant light.
I saw a woman in white riding on a palanquin among the formations of those guys in the distance.
She also looks up over the castle wall, probably noticing my gaze.
“…… Cleta.”
I could tell who it was without looking at it.
Cleta Iscobal.
Freed’s, no, my little brother, and the final boss of Raising Empress.
Whoever wins today will end Fried’s narrative.
Whether it will be a happy ending or a bad ending, you’ll have to compete with each other from now on to find out.
“… ….”
A moment of silence.
Qua gua gua and guac!
The successive fire-breathing bombardment became the signal flare, and the foreign demons floating in the sky and the pieces of power fired by the priests rushed in.
The battle mage of the empire draws out magic to fight against it, and the archer shoots arrows with strings.
I’ve experienced all sorts of battles since I entered this world, but this was the first time I’ve experienced such a huge war. A scene you would only see in a fantasy war movie. Saliva is swallowed
I gathered my heart and put mana into my sword, and the moment I was about to leap slowly toward the flying demon from the outer dimension.
“…… Kid.”
Emma, who was standing behind me, stopped me.
When she turned her head, she was looking in her introspection with her determined expression on her face.
“Why is that?”
“…… They are them.”
“No way.”
When I asked, Emma nodded her head.
A minute pulse of blood magic that only the ancestors of blood can sense.
“It’s Kazimir. My blood relative hit me in the back.”
“Is it really me?”
What I feared happened exactly as it was.