Swing the sword towards the magic that rushes to the tip of the staff to form magic.
Without fail, the magic is cut off, and the broken magic is absorbed into magic twice as fast as other threads of magic, and the magic that was stably generated is rapidly twisted from the inside.
Originally, magic was supposed to explode there.
“crazy?”
However, Susanno Emtt did his best in vain to showcase his value, as he had declared beforehand. Without even a hint of embarrassnt, the magic was stabilized as expected.
“Um, that’s tough.”
Thousands of thoughts run through my head as I watch the size of the fireball, which had been expanding as if it would explode at any mont, being cut in half in an instant and ejected into my face at the sa ti.
block or avoid
My body realized before my head that a mont’s judgnt would decide life or death, just like when fighting a skilled warrior. I reflexively energized the gauntlet to maximally activate the defense magic, pinned Este halfway behind to the ground, and braced myself for the next impact by supporting one foot.
– Quaang!
What cos to mind is the mory of blocking the orc’s magic when diving over the camp.
“Fuck!”
As expected, the fireball that ca right in front of was not the kind of thing that would scatter powerlessly just because it hit the shield.
The shock was so heavy that I would have been pushed back a few steps if I hadn’t supported Esthe. Fortunately, however, the fireball was scattered with the first collision, so there was ti to pull out the esthe and run away again.
Unlike the upper body, which is still tilted backward, the two legs move forward in a hurry. Forcing her to move made her posture break a lot, but right now it was more urgent to close the distance with Emt.
He is a wizard who can pull out magic of this magnitude even while being interrupted in that short mont. I can’t even imagine what will happen the mont we distance ourselves.
“Is it because you’re young? You’re bold.”
When the scattering flas cleared and my sight was secured, what ca into my eyes was Emt, leisurely stroking his beard with one hand and ‘pounding’ the floor with his staff in the other.
– Aweso!
Then the floor of the room split.
“Seed…!”
It wasn’t just at the level of being split, it was completely smashed and split, and the foot that had taken a strong step forward was turned off.
Contrary to the rapidly lowering field of view, Emt is maintaining his position. I wondered if only the floor over there was intact, but it was just floating alone with the floating magic. There was no sign of casting magic separately, so he must have been holding sothing like an artifact.
Sadly, unlike Emt, I needed a flying dragon to beco a Flying Eldmia, so I had to find another number.
“…foot!”
As if dreaming of falling, I grinded my teeth while feeling the swaying sensation in real ti.
It would have been perfect if I could just stick to my feet and fly like this, but unfortunately, ejection and fixation are separate areas, so it’s impossible. Still, thanks to the combination of the four needles, which were enough to make slowly descend from the fall after cutting off the head of the great devil, it beca a sure foothold in the air.
I picked all of them, but why am I only stepping on four?
I’ll have to take one more step to get closer.
“Your skills are really…”
A smile was drawn on Emt’s lips as he looked surprised at .
It was indeed an old wizard who was still relaxed. It’s really disgusting to see that it can go this far in just a couple of tens of thousands of years, and it’s smiling so much in the face of unfairness.
“…a lot.”
Watching the mana gather behind Mip-sang, I kicked off the footrest made of needles and jumped up. I decided to give up on leaving my leeway. Until that old man was incapacitated, it had to move like a supercar that had to pay attention to speed, not fuel economy.
[Hmm?! What’s going on!?]
As I swung the sword with maximum power applied to my body and Esthe, Esthe’s faint voice resounded as if she had just woken up. It seed that he was really sleeping when he said he was quiet.
The master worked hard, but he had no intention of explaining the situation to the sword, who was sleeping well, so he just hit it with divine power and forcibly split the blade.
When the blades, filled with divine power and mana, turned into dozens of grinders rushed in, tearing away the mana gathering at Emt, a feeling of bewildernt appeared on his face.
“this.”
[Ahhhhhhhh?!]
For so reason, Este seed to be losing energy because of the reaction of the sa flustered person, but she kept her spirits up as much as she could and kicked the second step.
Only 2/3 of the blade flew, so Este was still in the state of a broken straight sword. I deliberately left it diagonally, so I can still do my part.
I have enough montum to reach Emt, so if I approach and stick to Emt, who is sure to take up more ti than before, adjusting the mana torn to shreds by the flying blades, I can unconditionally subdue him.
“This won’t work.”
The mont he reached a level where he could reach Emt with just an outstretched hand, his magic expanded with a small murmur.
But contrary to expectations, the expansion did not stop this ti.
I realized a little too late what Emt’s still calm expression and the bluish shield around him ant.
[Owner!]
Along with Este’s cry, the divine power contained in the sword is freely sucked in and a barrier spreads out. By the ti he reflexively energized the gauntlet as much as possible, the explosion had already shaken Este’s shield once.
Emtt, who was caught in the field of vision exploding in pure white, was stroking his beard with a subtle expression with eight lines between his eyebrows.
◈
The interruption that ca in while preparing the fireball was never negligible.
Even if he didn’t reveal it outwardly, Emt did his best to correct the distortion of magic. Even that couldn’t be maintained properly, so it was close to being adjusted as a makeshift and thrown before other problems arose.
Originally, Emt’s intention was to leave debris like lava that clings to it, impeding the movent of the hero.
Unable to figure out the cause, Emt decided to simply morize the fact that magic can be shattered with a single swing of a sword by a warrior. And the actions taken by the hero before being hit by the fireball and the sound of strong footsteps heard after the explosion triggered the magic circle and artifact prepared in advance.
The magic circle he had hidden by drawing it on the ceiling downstairs, not on the floor of his room, did its job perfectly, and the artifact also definitely activated its floating magic. Thanks to that, Emt was convinced that he would be able to earn at least a brief reprieve while watching the bewildered expression on the warrior’s face.
It was an illusion.
While he was preparing a new magic just in case, he thought for a mont about how much he would set his ransom with, the hero’s eccentricities continued.
Making a foothold with an unknown magic tool? it could be.
It was creepy to make the decision to use sothing like that in that situation, and it was creepy to overco it properly and instantly close the distance, but it was a fully possible action. That’s what it takes to be called a warrior.
However, it was unexpected that his sword would split into pieces and fly away.
Without even a chance to feel sorry for her, Emtt, who felt that a twist incomparable to a fireball was taking place and the spell being torn apart, tried to run rampant instead of stabilizing the spell, purely based on instinctive judgnt.
I couldn’t even rember if it was an irrational judgnt I had made in decades.
A decision that I would not have dared to make, and should not have made, unless I was a wizard of my own level, capable of casting double and triple shields at high speed.
It was obviously the best choice, but the results were far from optimistic. Emtt looked at the massive shock felt on the shield and the explosion that covered his vision, convinced that at least a corner of his immunity had been completely shattered.
‘The day will co when you live and live and intend to run away…’
Because you have to survive when you were young when your skills were lacking. Because there is no reason to do so after proving your skills.
Emtt, who had caused a ‘failure’ with his own hands that a wizard should never experience in his lifeti, clicked his tongue at the horrors visible through the acrid smoke and dust.
“Everything I prepared is gone.”
Not in one corner, but from the 3rd floor to the 1st floor where his room was located, it had collapsed very badly. It seems to have triggered a chain reaction with the safety devices.
It was as if he had destroyed all the advantages of being a stronghold, which could be said to be the fear of a coiled mage, with his own hands.
“…Considering the amount of mana used, it’s true that it’s inefficient in terms of power.”
Even in the midst of collapse, the mont he scratched his temple, judging the result like a wizard, the blades the warrior had fired from all directions flew in.
Fortunately, the blades that hit the shield didn’t go any further, but they were frantic to pierce through the far-reaching magic without easily bouncing off.
“It’s much more powerful against the magic that’s being cast… Does it intervene in magic? A wizard has no natural enemies.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
The low dust cloud disappeared, revealing a hero among the rubble of the building.
“I can understand your skills just by showing you. Do you have any thoughts on suggesting a recomnded price?”
It was buried in the rubble to so extent, as if it couldn’t stop it from being thrown back by the impact, but it looked too fine to be said to be injured.
“That’s not against my rules. I’ll make a suggestion instead.”
“What is it?”
Even in this situation, Emtt, who smiled at the warrior who looked like he was going to die from annoyance, adjusted the shield he was wearing to surround all the warrior’s blades and continued.
“If you get hired, there’s no need to fight with you, right? If you hang out with a little more, I’ll reduce the price you offer to the extent that I’m satisfied.”
The hero let out a deep sigh as he looked at the things that had been his defenses running amok like soap bubbles while holding the blade.
“Fuck.”
He was a tough-mouthed warrior.
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