Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 509
[509Tue] Miser, miser
Swing the sword at the magic power flowing into the tip of the staff to form magic..
Without fail, the magic power is cut off, and the broken magic power is absorbed into the magic at a rate that is twice as fast as other threads of magic power, drastically distorting the magic that had been stably generated from within..
Originally, the magic was supposed to happen there..
"crazy?"
However, miser Emmett did his best to show his value, as he had declared in advance. Without even showing any signs of panic, his magic stabilized as expected..
"Well, it's heavy.."
As I watched the fireball expand as if it was about to explode, it was instantly cut in half and ejected into my face, a thousand thoughts passed through my mind..
Do you block or avoid?.
Just like when fighting a skilled warrior, my body realized that a split-second decision would determine life or death. I reflexively infused magical energy into the gauntlet, activating the defensive magic to its maximum extent, pinned Este halfway to the floor behind me, and braced one foot to prepare for the ensuing impact..
-Kwaang!
What comes to mind is the memory of blocking the orcs' spell when I dived over their camp..
"fuck!"
As expected, the fireball that came right in front of us was not the type of thing that would dissipate just because it hit a shield..
The impact was heavy enough that if Este had not been supported, she would have been pushed back a few steps. But fortunately, the fireball shattered upon the first impact, giving me time to pull out Este again and run away..
Unlike the upper body, which is still tilted backwards, both legs quickly move forward. His posture was very disturbed as he forced himself to move, but right now, the most important thing was to close the distance between him and Emmett..
This is a wizard who can extract this much magic even while being interrupted in that brief moment. I can't even imagine what will happen the moment I distance myself..
"Is it because you are young? That's bold.."
When the scattered flames cleared and visibility cleared, what caught my eye was Emmet leisurely stroking his beard with one hand and tapping the floor with the cane in his other hand..
-Hehehe!
Then the floor split..
"Seed...!"
It wasn't just splitting, it was completely shattering and splitting, so the foot that had taken a strong step forward suddenly fell off..
Contrary to the rapidly decreasing visibility, Emmet is maintaining his position. He wondered if the floor over there was okay, but he was just floating alone thanks to the floating magic. He didn't show any signs of having cast any magic, so he must have been holding an artifact or something..
Sadly, unlike Emmet, I needed a drake to become Flying Eldmia, so I had to find another move..
"...foot!"
I gritted my teeth, feeling the sensation of crashing in real time, as if I was dreaming of falling, and pulled out all the needles that I had generously poured my magical energy into and created a platform for my feet to stand on..
It would have been great if it could be attached to both feet and fly, but unfortunately, ejection and fixation are separate areas, so it is impossible. Still, the four needles that were enough to make me slowly descend after cutting off the head of the Great Devil gave me a solid platform in the air..
I picked them all, but why am I only stepping on four??
I have to take one more step to get a clear approach..
"you are really talented..."
Emmett looked surprised when he saw me, and a smile appeared on his lips..
It was truly the old wizard's nature to still be relaxed. It's unfair that something could go wrong in just two tens of seconds, but it's really disgusting to see him smiling like that..
"...That's a lot."
Watching the magical power gather behind the hateful person, I kick the footrest made of needles and jump up. I decided to give up on having any spare energy left. Until that old man was neutralized, I had to drive like a supercar where I had to focus on speed first, not fuel efficiency..
[Huh?! What's going on?!?]
As I swung the sword with my body and Este at full power with magic power, Este's exhausted voice rang out as if she had just woken up from sleep. She kept saying she was quiet so I guess she was really sleeping..
I had no intention of explaining the situation to the sword, which was happily sleeping while its owner was working hard, so I just struck it with divine power and forcibly split the blade..
It was only then that a look of confusion appeared on Emmett's face as the blades filled with divine power and magic, which had become dozens of grinders, rushed towards Emmet, tearing through the magic that was gathering in him..
"this."
[Ahhhhh?!]
For some reason, I felt like I was losing energy due to Este's reaction, which was also embarrassing, but I kept my composure as best I could and kicked off the second step..
Since only about 2/3 of the blade was blown away, Este was still in the state of a broken straight sword. Thanks to the deliberate care of leaving it diagonally, it can still function properly..
There is enough momentum to reach Emmet, so as long as he approaches and sticks to Emmet, who is sure to take more time than before as he adjusts the magic shredded by the flying blades, he can be defeated..
"This won't work."
The moment the distance from Emmet reached the level where he could be touched with just a stretch of his hand, his magic expanded with a small murmur..
But contrary to expectations, the expansion did not stop this time..
It was a little late that I realized what Emmet's still expressionless expression and the bluish shield around him meant..
[master!]
With Este's shout, the divine power contained in the sword is freely absorbed and a protective shield unfolds. By the time I reflexively injected as much magic into the gauntlet as possible, the explosion had already shaken the shield created by Este..
Emmet, caught in a white-out-of-the-box vision, was stroking his beard with a subtle expression, his eyebrows gathered together in the shape of an eight..
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The interference that came while preparing the fireball was by no means at a level that could be ignored..
Even though he didn't show it on the outside, Emmet did his best to correct the distortion of his magic power. He couldn't even maintain it properly, so it was more of a stopgap adjustment and then throwing it away before any other problems arose..
Emmet's original intention was to hinder the warrior's movement by leaving behind debris like sticking lava..
Since the cause was unknown, Emmett decided to just memorize the fact that magic can be destroyed with just one swing of a warrior's sword. And at the actions taken by the warrior before being hit by the fireball and the strong sound of footsteps heard after the explosion, I clicked my tongue and activated the magic circle and artifact I had prepared in advance..
The magic circle drawn and hidden on the ceiling downstairs rather than on the floor of his room played its role perfectly, and the artifact also clearly activated the floating magic. Thanks to this, Emmett was confident that he would be able to get at least a brief reprieve as he looked at the hero's bewildered expression..
It was a mistake.
While he was preparing a new spell just in case, and thinking for a moment about how much his ransom would be set at this level, the hero's eccentricities continued..
Making a foothold with an unidentified magic tool? it could be.
It was creepy to make the decision to use something like that in that situation, and it was creepy to overcome it and close the distance in an instant, but it was a completely possible action. I guess you have to do that to be called a hero..
However, it is unexpected for his sword to break into pieces and fly away..
Emmet, who felt that the magic was being torn apart by a distortion that could not be compared to a fireball without even having a chance to think about it, attempted to run away instead of stabilizing the magic, it was purely based on instinctive judgment..
I couldn't even remember if this was an irrational decision I had made in decades..
This is a decision that you cannot and should not dare to make if you were not a wizard of your level who can cast double and triple shields at high speed..
It was clearly the best choice, but the results were by no means optimistic. Looking at the heavy impact felt on the shield and the explosion covering his field of vision, Emmet was certain that at least a corner of his defenses had been completely shattered..
'As I live, the day comes when I intend to run away....'
Because I had to survive in my younger days when I lacked skills. Because there is no reason to do so after your skills have been proven..
Emmet, who had caused with his own hands a 'failure' that no wizard should ever experience, clicked his tongue at the horrors visible beyond the acrid smoke and dust..
"Everything I prepared was gone."
Not just one corner, but the third floor to the first floor, where his room was, had collapsed completely. It seems that it engaged with the safety devices and caused a chain reaction..
It was as if he had completely lost the advantage of having a base, which could be said to be the fear of a coiled wizard, with his own hands..
"...Considering the amount of horsepower used, it is true that it is inefficient in terms of power.."
Even in the midst of my dejection, the moment I scratched my temple, judging the outcome like a wizard, blades fired by the warrior came flying from all directions..
Fortunately, the blades that hit the shield could not go any further, but instead of simply being bounced away, they tried desperately to break through the magic and penetrate inside..
"It's much more powerful than the magic being cast... Is it interfering with magical power? A wizard has no natural enemies.."
"For that matter, you are relaxed.?"
The low cloud of dust disappeared and a warrior emerged from among the rubble of the building..
"I can clearly see your skills just from what you showed me, but would you like to suggest a recommended price??"
He was buried in some debris, probably because he couldn't prevent it from being thrown away by the impact, but he looked too fine to say he was injured..
"I can't do that because it's against my rules. Instead, let me make a suggestion."
"What is it?"
Even in this situation, Emmet smiled once as he looked at the hero who looked like he was going to die out of annoyance, then adjusted the shield he was wearing to surround all of the hero's blades and continued speaking..
"If I'm hired, I won't have to fight with you, right? If you match a little more, I will reduce the price you offer by an amount that I am satisfied with.."
The warrior let out a deep sigh as he looked at the things that were shields, running wild with blades wrapped around them like soap bubbles..
"fuck."
He was a foul-mouthed warrior..
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