Chapter 924 – #201_Mascot, Angel(2)
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Urshula was secretly looking down on them.
Even if it was an advanced future, it was just a small city in a minor Eastern country.
And the troops belonging to it were just artificial humans of the 14th tier, pretending to be witches.
On the other hand, Urshula and Priscilla were vanguards of the hardliners.
Not only did they each have extensive combat experience, but they also had a guarantee of strength itself.
In fact, their magic was ferocious, and they were ready to crush the interlopers with an overwhelming difference in power.
“Be crushed.”
From the fingertips of Urshula, the Witch of Reverse Heaven, a small black sphere appeared.
The sphere, which had been slowly circling around Urshula, was shot out in all directions like a meteor shower.
Reverse Heaven meant defying the heavens.
If a power with such a grand name was just gravity manipulation, it might give a somewhat grandiose impression.
Gravity manipulation is similar to telekinesis in some ways, and telekinesis is a type of common magic that all witches can basically use.
However, the attack of Urshula, a Great Witch of the 22nd tier, was more than enough to quell such doubts.
-Kugwagwagwak!
One of the Angels, which had been taking evasive maneuvers at regular intervals, was swept away by the meteor shower.
The ‘Principle Generator,’ which resisted the Great Witch’s magic, activated as an autonomous defense, but it was not enough to overcome the gravity acting from all directions.
-Kwajik! Kwajijik!
The Angel’s body was dismantled in an instant.
It looked as if invisible hooks were placed all over the body and torn apart from all directions.
-Hudududuk
The torn-off body was drawn to hundreds of different poles, condensed, and fell to the ground like millet.
The ruins that had become the battlefield were also marked with unique traces of destruction due to the aftermath of Urshula’s magic.
The remains of concrete and steel frames were deeply hollowed out as if they had been scooped out with an ice cream scoop.
Spheres that would take a life if they touched even one were swarming through the air like a swarm of locusts, following Urshula’s fingertips.
“Haaaaaaap!”
Priscilla, the Witch of Gluttony, opened her mouth wide as if taking a deep breath and opened her chest wide.
The body movement itself was not threatening, but from a magical point of view, it was completely different.
“System performance degradation.”
“Mana leakage from the mana core.”
“Target A, sister entities within 500M are required to leave the absorption radius immediately.”
The Angels, who had been freely moving through the air with wings made of a pair of rings, staggered like late autumn mosquitoes.
This was because the mana in the vicinity was being sucked into her like a whirlpool, starting from Priscilla.
Even the mana inside the core, which replaced the witch’s brand in terms of role, was no exception.
This was Priscilla’s magnetic magic, ‘Whale Devour.’
Its characteristic was an unconventional pulling force that absorbed not only the surrounding mana but also the mana in the core that had been ‘magnetized.’
The mana absorbed in this way became Priscilla’s power without any special magnetization process.
“Analysis of combat patterns analyzed up to this point.”
“High-powered magic can be used within 3.3 seconds….”
“Fireeeeeee!!!!”
-Kugwagwagwagwang!!!!
Several Angels that had moved away with a sufficient safety distance were caught in the shower of ultra-high-density mana cannons, ‘Backflow.’
It was meaningless even if they belatedly unfolded their shields or tried to take evasive maneuvers.
The majesty of the mana cannon, which stretched long into the sky and gradually narrowed, was clearly something that no witch could easily imitate.
Generally, such reckless use of mana would eventually lead to rapid consumption.
However, Priscilla’s pattern of gathering mana with ‘Whale Devour’ and amplifying it outside the body, followed by ‘Backflow,’ gave extreme efficiency to the wasteful use of mana.
After all, the roughly organized mana cannon was leaking mana everywhere….
“Haaaaaaap!!!”
Priscilla would pick up the spilled mana again with Whale Devour.
“Fireeeeeee!!!!”
The battle situation seemed one-sided at first glance due to the exploits of the two enemies, especially Priscilla.
Urshula, who used high-power, high-cost magic, was not suitable for this kind of multi-battle.
She calmly understood that the protagonist of this battle was not herself but Priscilla.
Instead, she predicted the flow of the battle while conserving mana as much as possible in preparation for when a ‘strong one’ appeared later.
However, about 5 minutes after the start of the battle.
An indescribable sense of unease filled Urshula’s single eye instead of anger and disgust.
About 120 Angels had been shot down by the two witches.
However, the number of Angels, which had initially been only about two hundred, was not decreasing but increasing like ants gathering along pheromones.
The rate at which new Angels joined was faster than the rate at which the two were clearing them, so the number of Angels spreading a net of heaven and earth was rapidly increasing.
A battle between two 22nd-tier witches and a large number of 14th-tier witches.
The predetermined conclusion of a battle that could rarely occur in reality was slowly taking shape.
There were too many.
The difference in numbers was widening to the point where it could not be overturned by the difference in tiers.
“Securing the personnel necessary for resonance.”
“Securing power analysis for suitable personnel. Calculating. Processing complete.”
“Principle Generator, entering resonance sequence.”
“We will begin the counterattack.”
The Angel corps, which had been focusing on evasion and defense, finally launched a counterattack.
-Boooooooom!
A strange resonance sound spread widely like a wave.
It wasn’t just sound that was spreading.
Invisible connections were created between the Angels, which had been points and points.
As the waves overlapped, the resonance grew stronger, and the output of the Angels also soared.
The resonance sound, which had been roaring like the engine of a motorcycle with the throttle pulled too hard, became quiet with ultra-high frequencies.
“Fireeeeeee!!!!”
The large and beautiful mana cannon that Priscilla had fired was blocked.
The mana cannon, which collided with a red pentagram that had risen into the air, scattered meaninglessly, leaving behind a roar and sparks.
-Patsutsutsutsu!!!
Angels were only 14th tier.
It was impossible to withstand a 22nd-tier attack magic head-on, even if a miracle occurred.
Nevertheless, the Witchroids had buried many Great Witches on the battlefield so far.
How was that possible?
“Resonance completed for a total of 866 units.”
“Resonance sensitivity is good. Currently stabilizing at 92% output.”
The magic that had blocked the mana cannon a little while ago was the ‘Archangel’s Shield.’
Its output and computational complexity were comparable to the 21st tier, and it was originally a realm that Angels could not achieve.
However, if it was a realm that individuals could not reach, they could use the power of the group.
The Principle Generator, the culmination of magic engineering that corrects the settings of a world twisted by magic and creates new principles.
Angels with completely identical cores and bodies, and even sharing thoughts.
It was this combination of two factors that made this unconventional group chanting possible.
Dozens of Angels moved in unison within the dense encirclement, forming a formation.
The noose was beginning to tighten.
The Angels who had completed the resonance were tougher than before, and they used more difficult attacks than before.
A close-range unit that forced consumption by engaging in melee attacks with beam sabers and sometimes even self-destructing.
A support unit that provided support fire from a distance from time to time.
They divided their forces and moved like a single giant machine.
Urshula realized their essence.
The uniqueness of an independent individual was not necessary.
Rather, they pursued the power of a more firmly united group, even if it meant killing individuality and excellence.
They were an army, and their very way of existence was at odds with witches.
“These bastards….”
Urshula gritted her teeth and was indignant.
A witch’s battle was a clash of brilliantly shining achievements and achievements.
It was an honorable duel fought by casting magic that had been built up over generations.
It was a great contest where they would display their cunning, and after a fierce battle of wits, the stronger side would survive.
Therefore, Urshula paid due respect when engaging in battle with other witches.
Even if the time came when she would sacrifice her life due to a lack of skill, she would humbly acknowledge and praise her opponent.
But the enemy was not trying to duel now.
They were like ants hunting prey.
They would force consumption by pushing with numbers, and try to steal victory from a witch who was exhausted and struggling.
Where was the glory in this battlefield?
Where was the proof of achievement in this battlefield?
Humans were disgracing and displaying the purity of witches, and on top of invading their divinity, they were trying to take away their pride even on the battlefield where they risked their lives.
The number of Angels had already exceeded a thousand.
Urshula decided to flee, swallowing her humiliation.
“Fireeeeeee!!!!”
“Priscilla, that’s enough. We have to run away.”
“I, I will! Bury my bones here today! You run away! You coward Urshula!”
“You’ll all die here if you do that, you idiot!”
Urshula slapped Priscilla, who was very excited, on the cheek.
Priscilla stared at Urshula in surprise, then nodded repeatedly.
“Ah, I understand. A tactical re, retreat….”
“Yes, it’s a tactical retreat.”
However.
It was already too late to make that decision.
“You, you bitches!”
“Shit….”
It was a battle that was neither special nor flashy.
There was no mysterious magic battle that shook the heavens and the earth, which was usually present in a Great Witch’s battle.
It was just a cross between magic that had been adjusted to efficiently deal with the majority and a sophisticated hunting technique to efficiently exhaust the minority.
Nevertheless, Urshula and Priscilla felt like they were falling into an endless swamp.
They had not even used half of their mana yet.
But there was no end in sight.
If they killed one in front, two would rush at them from behind.
If they killed the two behind them and looked in front again, this time four would swoop down with ominous wing flaps.
And if they killed one, two, and four, ten new Angels would be added from somewhere.
Even though they had taken down about 800 of the riffraff, their number was exceeding 2,000.
The Angels were using mechanical tactics for victory and were slowly tightening the encirclement.
“Haha.”
What a futile death this was?
It was neither honorable nor even glorious.
Like a sick rat caught in a swarm of ants, they would struggle and struggle again, only to be slowly eaten away.
“I shouldn’t have trusted that bitch Lilith.”
Even as she said it, she laughed at her own foolishness.
The fruit of temptation that Lilith had given was too sweet, and Urshula had misjudged.
As a result, even her only friend, Priscilla, was in danger.
“Priscilla, I’ll take care of this, so you run away.”
“I, I’m not a coward like you. I, I won’t abandon my friend!”
Then, a whisper that should not have been heard suddenly came.
“You look like you’re in trouble. Shall I help you?”
Lilith, who had been standing close to Urshula as if she had appeared out of nowhere, was the cause of all this misfortune, but Urshula had no other choice.
“Hurry up and help, you crazy bitch.”
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