736 Sorcery

Until then, the silver world is instantly stained with purgatory.

No snow, no atmosphere, no sky. Everything in the Heavenly Mountains was burning up.

I stop dragon sword dancing and stand in a world ruled by flames.

When the storm of dragon air stops, the flame that was blowing on the sidelines reaches directly above the fire.

The chiseling firepowder burns down the clouds and ascends to the sky.

"Fairy Demon King, Kushalila. This fight is our victory!

Looking up at the sky, I uttered a declaration of victory.

But Kushalila seems happy to be in flames, but she denies my words.

"Bullshit about what. You think my concubine's gonna burn to death about the flame? Shouldn't they be more worried about themselves than that? As it is, it will be they who will burn to death '

Yeah, I know.

No matter how hot it is, no matter how hot it burns, you can't bake kushalira.

But Kushalila's words contain mistakes.

Now I've denied Kushalillah's words while I breathed disturbingly.

"No, I won't be burned. Don't you know? A spell flame burns what you want to burn and protects what you want to protect."

You don't have to look back.

Even if you're unconscious, you can feel it.

The flame of this spell that burns the Heavenly Mountains is by the magicians of the east.

"Again, I'll tell you. This fight is our victory!

Previously, the signs of Kushalillah laughing at me like I was about to throat change.

You've become more annoyed by my strong words than ever before. [M]

In response to Kushalila's killing, his temper boils.

But the temper also rises to heaven, burned by the flames of the spell.

"You think the concubine will lose to them?

"No, you don't lose. Demons lose."

Even Kushalila, you must have noticed.

This flame is burning up everything in the Heavenly Mountains.

Yes, I'm not here, nor are the demons.

"Even if you struggle, you can't do more without a subordinate or an army led by you. You might win a battle with me, but you lose a big fight."

Well, I wouldn't lose so easily, either, but I grabbed the wooden knife of the spirit tree on my left.

Kushalila takes my word for it and turns her consciousness to the battlefield again.

The burning flames had dyed everything in his sight to a red lotus color, turning the Heavenly Mountains into a scorching hell.

In the distance, the battle was still under way.

The black-coated demons, who appeared leaping through the shadows, were burned by the flames of the spell and screaming.

This is exactly what the world of sniffles is all about.

I'm sure that elsewhere in the Heavenly Mountains, more than 100,000 demons must have fled baked by this flame.

But even the fierce flames are unbeatable, and there are certainly some of the top demons that continue to exist.

The black ghosts, who named themselves the Ten People, were fighting hard against the Sluttons without even having a burning flame.

But it just made me move badly.

In order to reject the flames, they are forced to waste vast amounts of magic.

The awareness could not be directed solely at the Sluttons, the collaboration was disrupted and the number of hands was decreasing.

Conversely, the flame-protected Sluttons were beginning to show room.

A demon clan with a black scepter unleashes magic. But without reaching the target Duranell, the magic disappears in flames.

A ghost waving a war axe packs the time. There, Luvent approaches and pokes his surprise as he hides himself in the flames that have burned up to the sky.

With a flame roaring like a roar, I can't hear Louvent's divine words.

He distorts his face in regret, and ghosts with war axes turn to defense.

Tris, the black ghost who fell into your trap and into a cursed demon swordsman was slashed by his companions as he burned his entire body.

Even the troublesome opponent became even more annoying.

Was there a sense of fellowship among the demons of extreme outrage, weak predators?

The other black ghosts were wriggling their hands around the raging demon swordsman.

"Hate ya. I didn't know people would get in the way again."

Hmm.

That way, while we look down on each other, we'll be stuck on our feet forever.

Kushalila shifts consciousness from ten black ghosts to the top of the cliff.

There was the figure of an eastern mage supported by Listeir.

It's weak, and there's only one presence that's going to disappear now.

I'm sure you can't even stand if you don't get Listeer to support you.

The dying eastern sorcerer hunts down the demons.

By a terrible spell, he was about to burn down more than 100,000 demons who had broken into the Heavenly Mountains.

"Will the finished sidekick ever face the stage again? I don't deserve the stage, such as the evil of dying."

Did you even use conveying heart surgery?

One of the black ghost residents leaves the battlefield. And then we run up a narrow rocky road stretched out onto a cliff.

"We're going after the East Mage!

Has my voice reached the magicians and listeers of the east?

On the flame, I want it to reach you both.

Even if not, if the crisis passes on to Niemia...

Did you convey my thoughts? There was movement in front of the cave.

Listeir sets up a holy sword that has been broken and the treasure balls removed.

Are you going to intercept me with that holy sword!?

Trying to help, brainstorm dragon qi.

But you didn't need my help.

The holy sword sparkled, redder than the flames of the Red Lotus that burned the Heavenly Mountains.

Strength is poured into the holy sword, which shines hotter and brighter than the midsummer sun, from the magician to the east beside.

The heat reaches me, staring far away.

Kushalilla had also turned her mind on the cliff, forgetting to launch an attack on me.

That's all, the supernormal force was activated.

A holy sword emitting the brilliance of the sun gradually begins to regain its contour.

A slightly larger meaty blade to wield with one hand combines toughness only to withstand the power of a brave man with the sharpness to slash and tear iron as well.

Behind the brilliance of the sun, the blade of the Holy Sword is revived.

I don't even know where it was broken from anymore.

It was supposed to be broken in the middle of the blade, but my eyes clearly reflected the holy sword to the tip of the sword.

Oh, well. and now, but understand the origin of the East Mage's name.

That's not a spell anymore.

It's a new technique that's gone beyond the realm of spells and reached the logic of the world.

A spell that interferes with the world.

Dragon art to recreate your imagination.

Magic that turns natural phenomena into destruction.

The divine art of making the word a reality.

The magician's art of the east has reached a realm that outweighs such art.

Contemplating the flames, the murmuring spell makes the ruin of even burning snow reproduce into reality.

This is not a spell anymore.

A spell can no longer be said.

And if the spell, which is a shard of the Goddess's power, is "holy," then her technique of rewriting the world created by the Goddess is "demon".

That is, magic.

Magic is a new technique that transcends the boundaries of unique techniques that vary from race to race.

Yeah, a little different.

It's a high-dimensional technique that encapsulates all of the species-specific techniques.

But isn't this entering the forbidden realm!?

Anyway, this isn't the kind of magic horror.

Oh, and embody by magic what you want, as you revived the Holy Sword.

Like the great eagle that carried us.

Like an iron cell created to avoid escape.

The Holy Sword has now made its resurrection.

Listeir swings through the resurrected Sacred Sword without hesitation.

Oops, the flames rumbled.

The Demon Clan, who was running up a narrow rock path, opens his eyes in amazement.

Not yet, even though we're far from making it.

Though I'm resurrected, I can't possibly get the cutting-edge of the Holy Sword.

The black ghost, with a stunned look, was burned and extinguished by the flames of the sun.

Listeir, laying one sword on the Demon Nation, stares once again at the Holy Sword that fits in his right hand.

The blade of the Holy Sword existed to the tip of the sword without lacking along the way.

"Good for you, Listaire"

I smile.

And when one of my worries was resolved, I regained consciousness on my stage again.

"Come on, shall we bring this stage to an end? Of course, it's our victory."

In my words, Kushalila also moves her consciousness here.

For Kushalila, the resurrection of the Holy Sword should have been unexpected. Yeah, that's not all. I bet you didn't think the senior demon clan under your command would be easily defeated.

With the full help of witchcraft, Listeer can fight the advanced demons.

On a cliff, the brave man was dazzling like the sun.

But for Kushalillah, the resurrection of the Holy Sword is of no interest.

However, if we cannot eliminate the eastern sorcerers who burn the Heavenly Mountains, as it is, the Demon Army will truly be defeated before the sorcery.

Kushalillah, finally realizing the poor state of the war, let the magic loose.

Just the release of magic kicks the flames that dye the world.

"Damn. I can't believe you still had all this power"

Magic beyond magic. I have a sincere fear for the magic of Kushalila, who tries to outdo it even further.

But even I can't stay pushed like this.

If Kushalillah and the Demons regain their power here, they will lose all meaning to their previous efforts and struggles.

Besides, I was finding a countermeasure.

No, I'm sorry.

I remember.

I wasn't losing it.

But I assumed it was an option I didn't have right now, and I hadn't thought about it.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Stuck"

"Well, then, how about it!

To my whining, Ares snorts on the inside.

The wooden knife of the spirit tree vibrantly rocked the leaves of the bamboo, and gave her a hanging voice.

"Come on, I'll show you the real Dragon Sword Dance."

Send the usual dragon chi to the wooden knife of the spirit tree held in your left hand.

At the same time, we lose consciousness deeply into our right hand.

Already, the eastern mage had shown me the answer.

I was actually watching the same phenomenon during the riots at Dragon Peak.

I should have known in the back of the dragon forest that it was something special, but not a special event.

And I'm unconscious, but I've reproduced it several times in the past.

Gripped right hand.

"It" reveals its presence as it pushes open its closed palms.

The same mass as the white sword, firmly loaded on the right hand.

"Now, will the people evoke the Spirit Sword?

I can't help but be surprised by Kushalila.

On my right hand was the Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree, gleaming green.

No white sword.

The seat of the soul spirit, it cannot fall out.

But I only had one more swing, a sword.

The Spirit Sword, embodied with the help of the Spirit Tree.

It is a sword that unleashes the power of the Spirit, which the Spirit King had in his hands.

"Guys, please wait! Come on, let's dance!

I dance dragon swords. [M]

Even before, I didn't dance dragon swords for no reason.

This is the Heavenly Mountains.

Before midwinter, snow was carried on a cold wave blowing from the northwest, an extremely cold land stained with the silver world.

Because of that, the Spirit didn't really live there.

Does the Spirit feel the cold, too?

Or are the snow and ice spirits too influential for the other spirits to get close?

Then it's not until you call it in!

First of all, I give my permission to the Aboriginal Spirits of Snow and Ice to serve the Dragon Sword Dance and to summon the Spirits of other attributes.

Once you get forgiveness, you just have fun dancing and attracting the spirits.

Show off the dragon sword dance in a grand way and let the distant spirits notice.

No matter how desperate we are to fight, it is fun to see in the eyes of the spirits.

By the spirits who had been invited to my dragon sword dance, the world of spirits had become busy.

Especially the Spirits of Fire.

Fueled by the flames of the eastern magicians, the spirits of the flames run around well.

The native spirits of snow and ice also burn and chill.

But a little dissatisfied face.

Because the organizer's move was not fragrant, even though we got together because of it.

The dragon sword dance with only the wooden knife of the spirit tree was halfway there.

But not from now on.

Having held the Spirit Sword in my right hand, I dance the Dragon Sword Dance with all my movements.

The Spirit Sword of the Spirit Tree enlivens the Spirits.

"Hatred, a man's boy!

Kushalilla became murderous and attacked me.