The mage, who boldly requested surrender, was polite but arrogant. Even so, Tyr, who was displeased, was furiously angry at the magician's remarks. Darkness, her faithful servant, witnessed the wrath of her master and trembled in her fear.
“It’s not unusual. Floating in the sky and looking down at me, do you think you have the upper hand?”
The darkness emanating from the open coffin grew thicker. Previously, it was like a mist that could still see ahead, but now it seems like it is in the water, barely seeing an inch ahead.
Only Tyr's eyes shone bright red in the gradually darkening vision.
“Did you think magic was yours? Blood magic is originally a tool of my family, but I will show it specially for you… .”
Magic that uses blood instead of magic, blood magic.
Tyr, who was trying to draw a magic circle with blood, soon realized that his blood was not coming out of his body. Tyr was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected situation.
'Are you trying to use blood magic? It is an honor to be able to compete with the ancestors in magic while still alive.'
“Then, I will prepare.”
Frelbjor spread out his cloak even more. The red-hot steel beads between the fluttering cloaks let out a strong breath.
mature age. Wugongyi Mountain (愚公移山).
Magical equipment that moves mountains for those who call themselves foolish.
His abilities are to protect the wearer from the aftermath of magic, to accumulate magical powers, and to recycle magic.
Frelbjor's magic is huge in scale, but the magic itself is basic. The simpler the material or magic, the easier it is to transform. It helps to recycle that magical power to launch strategic-grade magic.
By Frelbjor, it was equipment for Frelbjor.
“Preset. lee.”
Wukongisan turned the remnants of flame magic into light and contained it. A dazzling light flashed from the metal sphere hanging from the gigantic cloak.
On the other hand, Tyr, who was unable to use blood magic, instead faced the power that revolved around his body. Instead of obeying Tyr's orders, the blood was gleefully flowing through the veins, breathing life into it.
Tyr muttered in despair.
“under. That's unfortunate. Hello, is this the only way?”
Tyr, who was determined, bent his knees instead of twisting with magic. At Tirkanjaka's will, pitch black darkness rested under her feet.
“I have to put my body in front of me as if I was a jolly… .”
The moment she stretched her bent leg, the ground shook. Tyr's body soared toward the sky. The darkness around him couldn't keep up with Tyr and lagged behind him, but it wasn't a big deal.
Tyr, who soared into the sky, stepped on his own darkness and became closer to Frelbjor.
The magic of the mage was not yet ready. Frelbjor's eyes widened as he memorized the spell.
'What? This is not Sijo's way… !'
“I’m not happy with this either, so don’t hurry.”
Tyr's white hand, which ran out through the wind, was about to snatch the cloak.
A spear that flew in from somewhere struck Tyr's body. At the last moment, they distanced themselves from each other. Tyr's body was pushed out of the empty air.
Patraxion, who intercepted the ancestors with a javelin to deflect, not to pierce, grabbed another spear and shouted.
“We met again on the battlefield, Sijo! Last time there was no reason to fight, but this time it's different!”
“Something like a knight… !”
While Tyr changed his expression wildly, Frelbjor's magic was completed. Compressed beams of light poured down on Tyr, who was not protected by the darkness.
The regressor tried to get out of the body right after the magician appeared, but Historia, who read the clue, followed him like a ghost.
“Where?”
Historia smiled subtly as she looked at the troubled regressor.
“You should play with me. Ah, isn’t the association a bit provocative, cutie?”
It was a bit of a mix of his true intentions, but the regressor who took it as a provocation clenched his teeth.
“Your age, you say? huh. What you don’t even know.”
“Your clothes are rough. Yes, naughty behavior. It is the privilege of a child.”
“… Did you say it was a habit? That's what I'm going to say.”
The returner closed his eyes for a moment. Historia, who had been easy on her, lowered her body in response to her rapidly changing momentum and was nervous. When her returner lifted her head again, she saw a flash of iridescent light in her eyes.
Seven-color eye, full-eye open eye. Front wheel Cheonan.
It observes the possibilities that exist in the future and at the same time brings them into this world.
Gun, Gon, Persimmon.
Although it could not reach the rationale, the qigong, which had reached its peak at one time, resided in its body. Operating the overflowing energy as if it were mine, he accelerated in an instant and raised his dual swords at the same time.
“Don’t be shy!!”
Due to the drawback of being slow, Jizan, who was just guarding in a defensive position, suddenly moved as swiftly as a snake. Historia hardened her complexion.
“Ugh?!”
Jizan, a relic that is heavy like Mount Tai, but feels light only to returnees. But that's because Jizan follows him, not because he swings it quickly.
But now, for some reason, he is wielding Jizan like an ordinary long sword. With a lot of pore inflated.
“Did you take any medicine? I suddenly gained strength… !”
“I’m sorry, but this is the skill I saw!”
Unlike gongon, which relies heavily on senses and tricks, persimmon (坎) is a qigong that strengthens the body itself.
It resets when you regress, so you had to learn it anew every turn, and that's why it's a little different each time. The regressor who grows up every round used to learn a new winding ball as if he was escaping.
“Until now, I couldn’t use it easily because it was heavy… !”
Even a siege weight is bound to break if it is hung on a stalk. A solid oak tree must be enough to withstand its strength.
same here. Until now, no matter how much the regressor wielded the jizan, the body leading it could not withstand it.
However, now that the future power was overwritten by fate, he was able to use 100% of Jizan's original power.
“Tempal, too, must have that much power!”
Jizan, who had moved as if following along, was swung passively.
It is an irresistible blow. Naturally, Historia stepped back from Jizan's range for a moment, then stepped on her hind legs and prepared to jump right in.
Then, Jizan changed direction. It's not her historia that she's after, but her chains that followed her in half her half beat. The blunt end was caught at the end of the chain.
it just took a little But, as if Jizan had become a magnet, the chain stuck to Jizan.
Earthworms, magnets.
If Cheon-Aeng is repulsive, Jizan is man-power. It is the mother of steel and the embrace of the earth that holds everything in the world.
'Of course, the opponent can also be shaken off with anti-tank qigong, but… . It's hard to put the qigong up to the chain!'
“This time you caught it!”
Jizan has no recoil. With all his might, the whole body of the party reporter Historia came with him. He hurriedly aimed his gun at his gun, but the regressor who had predicted him blocked his gun with a spear.
At the same time, the regressor's foot hit Historia's abdomen.
“ね… !”
Historia also protected her body with qigong, but the energy of the returner far exceeded expectations for a short moment. Historia folded in half of her and rolled over. She blew her breath out at her pain in her stomach.
“Wow! Cologne, Colloc!”
“I’m sorry. If my legs were a little longer, I wouldn't have gotten up!”
Anyway, it was time for the returner to turn around.
I felt a tingling sensation in my ankle. A chain was tied to the ankle of the returner. At the last moment, instead of giving up on her defense, Historia bound her legs with her chains.
Historia stood up again and gave a languid yet challenging smile.
“It’s active… . But do you think it's too much? If it's borrowed power, it won't last long. is not it?”
“Really, it’s difficult… !”
'I don't have time to be caught right now… !'
There are two ways to fly on this meta-conveyor belt.
One is to fly at the same speed as this belt. This method requires considerable effort. Because each time you have to overcome the wind, float, and keep pace.
However, Magician Frelbjor, the amount of magical power is enormous, but the technique is not very good. It should be able to fly, but the controls are rough. You won't be able to fly so smoothly in the sky.
“Then there is only one possibility left. A little simpler and easier trick.”
Taking advantage of the battle of the century from above, I sneaked closer to the magician's feet. My vision was obstructed by darkness below, and even the mage had a dull sense of humor, so I didn't notice my presence.
So I arrived at my feet and found a magical thread hanging from the container link. A taut thread holding something tight.
Also.
“I figured out your trick. You must have been floating in the sky with a wide cloak as a kite?”
The sorcerer was tied to a wildly flapping cloak, holding her tight so she wouldn't fly far into the sky.
A childlike playfulness calls out to cut this taut thread immediately. I control my excitement
“Then my job is decided.”
Diamond 5. Scythe.
A tool specialized for cutting, both an agricultural tool and a weapon, with round blades inside and out.
It was the only weapon in good condition, so I had a sickle in my right hand.
He took out a scythe and walked to the magician. The tension is sufficient, so it is easy to cut. What matters is timing. We had to aim for the moment to see the maximum effect.
When I looked up and looked at Frelbjor, Tyr was kicking off the ground and flying towards the sky.
“what. Our side is winning.”
Then can you watch a little more? Because if you cut the thread for nothing, the magician will only give you a chance to escape.
Tyr, who jumped up, stepped on the darkness in the air and moved. A legendary streak is unfolding. At this rate, the magician will be captured by Tyr.
“It’s because I became a fighter. Rather, did it have an advantage against Mage? It’s a happy mistake.”
Rather, it is enough to worry about the mage. It would be difficult to kill them for question-and-answer dance… the moment I was looking at it
A spear flew from somewhere and hit Tyr in the back of the head. Tyr, who was intercepted in the air, spins around.
Wow. I'm sick… .
“Ah! This is not the time!”
The magician's cloak shone. The magic is complete.
I hurriedly drew the sickle. Like a magician made by a mage, it was not cut well. Momentless qigong dragged all the qigong, clenched his teeth, and hung on to it.
There was a welcome sound. The broken thread flew across the sky.
“Lux, Millionaire… Ouch!”
Thanks to the timely cut, the mage's aim went wrong. The beam that was supposed to hit Tyr swung back and forth. As the aim deviated due to the broken thread, the magician's gaze, who was looking for the reason, turned to me for a moment.
'At some point!'
“Run away!”
I immediately ran. The two bullets that the mage fired in a hurry were directed at me. Slashing with magic is a simple attack, but there is nothing more terrifying to me than that.
Unfortunately, now that the body of the mage is shaking, this is the only chance. I ran with the box on my back.
In the direction I was running, there was a fierce battle between the Returner and Historia. How the hell did they fight, the chains bound the two of them together.
The returner who was observing the situation first noticed my presence.
'What's that non-funny armor? enemy? Before the siege, we must first cut… !'
When we meet, we try to cut it first!
I exclaimed hastily before the regressor put his resolution into action.
“Mr Shay! That's enough of flirting with an older person! Go and do something with the magician!”
The regressor who heard my voice stopped and shouted.
“You look like I’m playing too?! look! You are tied!”
“Are you already bound? like that. Already at that age.”
“They say it’s a sibling, and they talk nonsense in pairs! are you?! The musketeer's habit passed on to you?!”
How did know? feel is good
anyway.
“Take your feet!”
“why?”
“Ah, for now!”
The returner slightly lifted his chained feet. I slid under the returner's feet and tapped the chains that were bound. Since the ankle was not tied to the last, it could be untied with a simple touch.
“escape! Now, you've lost your chains and you're free! I'm freed from the grave of life, so hurry up and help Tyr!”
“A musketeer?”
“I’ll take it!”
“… Well then, I'll leave it to you! Don't miss it!”
'I'm sure I won't die… !'
The returner immediately flew away. As she moved away to deal with her magician, I took a deep breath and looked at the motive I hadn't seen in a while.
You could have caught it if you wanted to. It would have taken a little more time if I had held on to it.
But Historia sent the returner away and welcomed me. Because I must have had a dragon.
“… It’s been a while, Leah.”
“I know.”
Historia wiped her forehead. As she pulls her hair from her brow wet from the fierce battle, Historia smiles at me with a twisted smile.
“really really. Damn it, it’s been a long time.”
You seem to be happy with it though. Motivation is also a motive. If this is enough, I won't die… .
'You've been hiding all this time, you f*cking bastard. For now, I'll start by smashing that thin face.'
what. is not it?