40 10. Showdown (Previous)

At the same time as that declaration, the pages of the spell document are automatically turned and the nine pages are detached.

After making sure the page unfolded to cover his entire body as it was, Yut cast a short spell.

"Chronos Eyes"

Stop the moments around you, the Great Spell of the Ninth Staircase.

All colors were lost from Yut's sight, the sound stopped, and every movement disappeared. Only Yut remained conscious and the absolute time allowed to act.

But stopping the moment is not in itself worth it.

Because everything but Yut will be in a state where the moment has stopped, we will no longer accept any interference.

So why did you use such a spell?

"Differential Blast"

Now eight pages worth of it is unleashed from the spell document, turning it into a giant fireball like as many as you can hold.

However, it remained hollow and stationary without explosion.

Yut continued, conveniently activating the Differential Blast four times during the time he stopped.

Set over the heads of hissed goblins, sahaggins, and giants, the Differential Blast is an eighth staircase spell that bursts at the point of landing and scatters flames and destruction, just like the Fireball (Fireball), which can be synonymous with magicians.

But, of course, that's not all.

The greatest characteristic is that there is a time difference, rather than a burst immediately after activation.

And compared to just "Fireball," it's more than twice as powerful.

That's four shots. Besides, if you unleash it at the same time, what happens?

"Release"

The result was immediate.

As soon as Yut moves the moment, the noise of the blast also bursts into the underground cavity. Even without knowledge, overwhelming violence has to be realized that sound is an air vibration.

Even the Valtrudes, who were supposed to be outside the range of effects, were forced to awaken by the heat waves that were then attacked, with their consciousness flying instantaneously at that pressure.

So, in its center?

There, no organism existed.

All that exists is the ground glazed to too high a temperature and the things that were creatures.

Not a skin, not a meat, not a bone.

Everything was burned, melted and ashed, and the leather armor worn by the evil sub-men and healing, and the weapons in their hands were also returning to the state in which they were in the furnace.

Tragic.

I had nothing else to say.

But the man who caused it, he's flat.

"After all, does the fire attribute not work"

The range of effects of "Differential Explosion" was layered on some spider subgods, but not burning one piece of fiber hair. Instead of the effect of "Source Resistance (Resist Elements)," it probably originally had complete resistance.

"That's where the sub-gods are."

"Ugh. Yut is really busting my balls."

"Cool......"

I didn't care about Larsia's frightening words, but Yut returned them to me in Jonah's dangerous remarks.

"Shit. Educationally, that was very bad right now"

"Now you care about that there?

- They're coming.

Valtrude warns, blocking the chatter rear guard in a way that is soothing.

"Have you done your little work?"

Even the golden dragon does not show any agitation in front of the spider sub-god who had no fear. Though Triade emits a crush on its inexplicability, it still did not convey any positive or negative emotions.

As for this one, you're right.

Keep Ig Nus-Zad calm in front. Just because you can do that doesn't change the trend.

"Conquest"

You just have to ravage it with overwhelming force.

Triade, who snapped a word like any other HR, began to advance.

All that's killed now are creatures that aren't even an obstacle to those adventurers. I don't care how much he died.

It hasn't changed. Nothing has changed.

If you stand at the end, it will all be over.

Whenever Ig Nus-Zad takes a step forward, the earth rings, and Egg, overwhelms the Yuts.

Ig Nus-Zad, which I actually saw, is even raw the expression huge.

There's an organism moving about 20 meters across. It's like a seven-story building coming at you willingly. There's something wrong with being like that first. Impossible.

Its alien phase, where even the golden dragon through the starfrost is in awe.

But the Yuts were as usual.

Because the spell of PseudoVisual (Sonar Site), which paints surrounding 3D footage on the back of the brain and complements it, does not visualize Ig Nus-Zad, but also frees him from pressure. It has the same effect as the red eye band in Alcia.

It's supposed to be a spell to act in the dark, but it's also used to counteract the sight of Basilisk petrification and vampire's demonic eye, so it's a positive-attack tactic - and Yut thinks.

But still.

This declaration of Exile was too unusual.

I'll take care of this place.

Take on the giant Spike Flail like an anchor and the Exile comes forward. No matter how many rock giants (jarloots) it is only a giant compared to humans.

I can't even compare it to the subgod of an evil spider.

Nonetheless, without feeling or nervousness. Exile went plainly toward Ig Nus-Zad. The only thing to follow is a shield that floats in the universe, granted autonomous defense.

"You don't have to go alone!

"Val, do something over there first."

Ahead of what Exile points to was a dead giant who survived the Water Dragon and the Differential Blast that went up to land.

"... ok"

I have to snort because I am a Valtrude who boasts exceptional judgment when it comes to combat.

"Don't die."

"Don't worry. If you win, you'll bring me back to life later."

"Resurrection isn't just that. Stop presupposing death, old man."

To Yut, he stays just waving over his back, and Exile also begins his march toward the giant spider.

"... but it's not too late to get help."

Because you know it's no use stopping, Arsia held the holy mark on her chest and prayed to God.

"Give my trusty companions a shine on the blade they want to use to fight evil -" The Glowing Blade (Raidian Edge) "

Eighth Staircase spells that invalidate armor and armor such as Creature's thick fur and scale.

Exile's Spike Flail, Valtrude's Demon (Divine) Divine Sword (Subjugator), and Larsia's composite Short Bow are wrapped in a holy glow.

"Come on, beat each other up"

"Step on it."

Triade gives an ultra-natured order to Ig Nus-Zad against Exile, who stands just as ready.

A giant spider shook her legs down, along with the deafening cry of a kick-ass.

Are they cleaved with nails, or can they be trampled by huge masses to make one mince?

Easily Imaginable, Future Prediction Map.

However, Exile himself had no intention of avoiding it, nor was he willing to stand up for it.

"Hmm."

On the contrary, swing Spike Flail down to his towering feet as hard as you can.

"Gwwwwwwww"

Ig Nuss-Zad makes a bitter squeal on Spike Flail piercing through his thick outer skin. I can't help it. I've never been scratched by anyone else.

Who would think that would be lightly injured?

But.

Though I did inflict pain, that doesn't stop me from moving. I can't stop it. The nails of the carnivore itself, which boasts the same size as a man, are swung down with exaltation.

If it hits, it will surely turn your body into a torn meat mass.

Yes, if you hit it.

On the verge of that huge nail touching the flesh of the Exile, a shield granted autonomous defense breaks in and changes course to beat it from side to side.

"Is that how you use a shield?

"That's the attack, so let's do it right."

"Gaaaaaaaa"

A few times wild beasts. No, dozens of times as many growls interrupt Yut and Larsia's conversation.

Ig Nus-Zad's nails, fang-like horns, rip and bounce through the exile, and the acidic saliva and venom burn the flesh and blood.

A single blow can destroy a skilled adventurer, as well as the knights, poisoning even the Golden Dragon.

Still, Exile is unshakeable.

It withstood and overpowered every blow with its human estranged vitality, and the poison drove it out of the body as usual with the effect of the Feast Divine Feest.

Conversely, he smiles and shakes up the giant Spike Flail, slapping it and inflicting pain on the immortal monster.

But no matter what the damage.

Though I'm spared fatal injuries, on the contrary, that's just it.

Even now, I avoided direct hitting of the claws, but the blow penetrated the dragon scale armor and broke a few of the Exile's ribs.

My face is distressed by pain and my breathing is rough - nothing like that.

"Wow, wow, wow"

There is no pain already.

As usual. No, with more force than that, Exile slammed Spike Flail.

To its shock, the sub-god - the God-like thing bleeds and gazes at Exile with eight eyes. But that gaze does not reach the Exile that closes its eyes and perceives it with magical vision.

Most importantly, even if the eyelids were empty, did you care?

Exile's thoughts were now stained with crimson.

What I got instead of pain was anger.

Anger at enemies trying to return what their friends have piled up to nothing.

Anger at the survival of the hatred that was supposed to have overthrown him.

The frontier of Fury (Bursark) as Barbarian Warriors enter Trans.

There is no more defense or evasion.

Crush, destroy, and stop the enemies in front of you.

Exile became just that kind of creature.

"LUOOOOOOO"

In Triade, the figure of a rock giant looked many times huge. Yes, I was seeing (...).

In fact, there is no change in size. About 2 meters tall. Ig Nus-Zad, aside, has to be said to be small compared to the Dead Titans.

Nonetheless.

Exile's fierce rage nailed the evil spider subgod to the spot.

Even if a giant spider's horn blurs and his arms are torn open with hook claws and white bones can be seen across the armor. Still, if your body moves, it doesn't matter, you see a series of attacks.

Red blood shed by itself.

Green blood pouring down from Ig Nus-Zad.

The figure of Exile, coloured by both of them, is exhausted by a tragic word.

"Yes, that's it"

Still. Ni and Exile chuckle with their teeth out.

It's a vicious smile.

The hell with one who beats each other up.

It's worth the surprise just because it's a battle......

"No, no, no, no, no. It's a miracle we're just having a decent meeting."

"I'll cure you"

Exile wounds are healed by the spell of Complete Healing (Heel) along with the powerful proclamation of Alcia. At this rate, you won't fall easily, but that's only because of the assumption that your opponent is just Ig Nus-Zad.

Except if the few dead giants who finally returned to me were to come to Exile.

Still, it should be noted that Valtrude makes strides toward the water dragon.

"Larsia, I'll take care of that one"

Valtrude and the Dead Giants. That path intersects.

Valtrude, to slaughter the water dragon that lies ahead.

The Dead Giant, to bring death to Exile, who strikes a single ride with Ig Nus-Zad.

We don't make each other a goal.

That's why it's impossible not to fight in this situation.

"I won't let you do it -" Sniper's Feast "

Larsia, who had just missed him with the child, led an arrow and shot him.

The senses are sharpened by the aid of an instantly used theoretical spell, which makes the aim even more precise.

The bow, blessed with the "Glowing Blade" by Alcia, gave the arrow the protection of penetration and stood between the eyebrows, eyes, throat and heart of the dead giant without passing aim.

It's like a piece of paper, like a pitch-black armor.

It was like a puppet with a broken thread, how the dead giant sounded and collapsed.

"As always, that's awesome..."

For the first time in a year, an exclamation leaked from Yut in an overly vivid arrangement to witness.

But Larsia hasn't heard that.

He prepared two arrows, three arrows, and struck down one death giant after another.

It's an unusual effect, though how much Arsian cover there is and the Dead Titans would have been damaged by Yut's Differential Blast.

But it's hard on me in person.

"Oh, it would be nice to have a steeple"

I was caught in an emotion that I couldn't let anyone else hear.

Meanwhile, the duel between the Rock Titans and the Giant Monster continues.

Unexpectedly, Ig Nus-Zad flew. To be precise, throw the yarn up to the ceiling, hanging from it and flying back.

I took the distance and I gave it to you in the future.

It switches to a grotesque isoginchuk shape and scatters a ray of air around it from its center.

Aimless cod attack.

But if it's a barrage with no room to avoid, there's nothing wrong with it.

"Elemental Missiles Increase in Power!

Not that I would have waited, but countless arrows of ice appear in front of Jonah after finishing her mental concentration.

Ice arrows with their natural spiritual power. No, a spear strikes down the rays of temper and sticks it straight into Ig Nus-Zad.

Deactivate the attack on Exile, while at the same time arrows of energy created at the price of spiritual power land and steadily sharpen its vitality.

But it's not over yet.

Jonah's red eyes glowed demonically, and a red chamber appeared in her gray hair.

"Celerity"

The power to interfere with the course of time, to instantly end spiritual concentration, and to act immediately.

Countless spears of ice appear, as they did earlier, before Jonah, who squeezed his mental power and activated it.

"Elemental Missiles Increase in Power, Second Shot!

Simultaneous shooting.

This is no longer equal to bombing.

"Wow, wow, wow"

Ig Nus-Zad's giant, slightly. But I leaned for sure.

"We created you, champion!

Triade, who lost her humane emotions, can't help but shout at this irony either.

A being blessed by a certain pillar of God and granted shelter is called a brave man.

And it was studied as one of the nuclei for unleashing the spiral of despair was the creation of the brave by artificial life.

It was Jonah, a candidate for the Artificial Bravery, who was born in the process.

However, she herself is not such a conscious person, she just wields her powers for the people who saved her.

"Tired..."

"Get some rest."

"To Yut's realm, it's still far away"

An albino girl, instantly depleted of mental power, enters the scene.

There is no other way to heal from all this than to rest.

Alcia strokes Jonah's head for working well and conveys her gratitude.

The red eyes that shined until earlier are back to normal, and the hair is just as gray as usual.

"You're going to lose my turn as it is. No, that's better."

Valtrude leaks a bitter laugh as he looks to the water dragon.

Like Exile, who confronts Ig Nus-Zad, there is no rush from Valtrude. I'm not even alarmed. Completely natural.

It doesn't matter that Sahagin, who was my servant, was all killed. But Valtrude's spare time wasn't funny to the water dragon.

All the dwarf humans, just standing in front of them with the figure of a water dragon in their eyes, start panicking and desperately begging for their lives.

In fact - of something that does not extend to Ig Nus-Zad - the figure of a ten metre water dragon boasted a beauty that should also be described as fearful.

Glossy, no scratches, scales covering the whole body. A sharp shape, close to streamlined. Swallow with a bite, such as a human, and giant hook claws would easily crush.

Just because it's a water dragon, only underwater is not the scope of activity. Even on land, it can act without any problems.

Regardless, I would prefer to be near the waterfront, no doubt. For example, if you dive into the water while turning humans on land, you can cook as you like.

The moment when the creature could not breathe gave the water dragon the utmost pleasure.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

With a willingness to kill beyond intimidation, the water dragon shouts.

"Mmm."

But it doesn't look like it moved to Valtrude. Gradually, it packs the distance from the dangerous water dragon.

I don't care.

I don't even care that I just frowned. I don't even care about being more beautiful than I am. A dragon student for four hundred years, this is the first time I've felt uncomfortable so far.

Everything, it didn't bother me.

'Don't lick me, little girl!!!

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand dragon language"

Valtrude gently passed through the dragon language screams made by the water dragon. Instead of dragon language, you can only manipulate a common language, but you can't even understand that to a water dragon.

The water dragon raged.

VALTRUDE - An abominable human being hardened into flashy gear enters in time. No, the water dragon wields both claws, stretches his neck, bites, and slaps his tail.

Hook claws swung to crush and grasp Valtrude's skinny, fangs as sharp as eartips attacked from overhead. Further, the inevitable tail of Yokohama strikes down.

I left it to anger, the violence rambling.

Now, not a single one. Instead of the woman's meat, the magical silver armor and the shield integrated with the gauntlet will be crushed together. I missed that glowing piece of equipment into a collection.

Yes, I regretted it.

But...

After the water dragon rampage passed, it was intact Valtrude who was there.

Or with a sword, or with a shield, or with armor, I let it hit me, and I prevented all attacks.

It is no longer a human business.

But she herself, as a role within the party, has a verse in which the attacker is Exile and considers herself a role in stopping and defending her enemies.

There is also spell support, so to this extent, naturally. It doesn't deserve surprise. Yeah, I think so.

This is why this dialogue comes up.

"Do it for real"

"Don't be ridiculous!

Dragon language shouts do not reach Valtrude, however.

Of course, the water dragon is full force. He hit as hard as he could to tear Valtrude apart as he could. Correct. I didn't do anything wrong.

But Valtrude says it's a mistake. I'm saying that such a cluttered attack doesn't work...

Unfortunately, that sincerity does not arrive.

"Frozen!"

The water dragon brings a long neck and opens his mouth wide.

The solidification of cold air converged into a huge oral cavity and was spit out with metallic anomalies.

Conical exhalation (Frost brace).

A special blow to the water dragon that freezes and renders even large sailboats unnavigable.

"Ha."

Valtrude met the heel of his boot the moment the water dragon opened his mouth. It triggers and a magical white wing emerges from both sides of the boot with no entity.

As it were, Valtrude flew.

I didn't jump, I flew.

Temporarily, flying military boots (flying boots) that give the wearer the ability to fly.

Valtrude took the water dragon's head as well as using its ability to avoid cold air exhalation.

Thanks to Arcia's cover of the Glowing Blade, it will tear the scale of the water dragon apart easily - if the opponent does not take measures.

Val, he's using the Rebellion Scale spell.

Year-old dragons can use effects similar to theoretical spells as instincts based on the immense magic that they enclose. I can't increase my repertoire due to scrolls and spell documents like a magician, but not needing to be prepared is a huge advantage.

The "Rebellious Scale" belonging to the third staircase transforms defenses by the outer skin into magical ones. In other words, the protection provided by the Glowing Blade was invalidated.

"You just got zero deductions."

But Valtrude doesn't go through with it.

"If you knock it down normally, you'll be fine"

Over the head of a water dragon, a blow to the top of his head as he twists and turns.

Down to the ground, on the neck, on the body, at the base of the foot, on the foot. Five convenient shots. Strong scales were easily slashed and torn like paper, inflicting slaughter.

With that series of strikes, the water dragon is driven to death in an instant.

"Oh, my goodness."

"I don't know what that means, but I can understand it. If you resent me, say as much as you like."

Finally, Valtrude, who stood down on earth, protruded the sword of the devil, choosing his heart.

I can't even raise the extinct scream, how the water dragon giant collapses. The heart, which had been beating without rest for four hundred years, now stopped pulsating.