Chapter 43 – Test (2)
Creak creak.
It creaked like a broken head.
Beep profit.
I heard tinnitus in my ears.
The staff he was holding shook.
No, my hands are shaking.
Azazel couldn’t fully accept the current situation.
Exceeds capacity.
My brain was overloaded.
“That’s Einstein’s sword.”
-I didn’t say, robbed.
Einstein was not a person who was easy enough to remain calm after his weapon was taken away by others.
If that’s the case, why is that black knight still alive?
What it means is clear at a glance.
That the author neutralized Einstein.
Azazel couldn’t help but lose her composure.
“Where is Einstein?”
The Black Knight showed a calm reaction.
– You mean the warrior?
“I won’t ask twice.”
-Where do you think you’ll be?
It’s a malicious tone.
That nuance meant that Einstein was in bad shape.
I got goosebumps.
Thump, thump, thump.
My heart raced as if I had hit the desk with my fist.
Breathing quickened.
I decided to be honest now.
Now I’m trying to convey this heart.
Is that even unacceptable?
Really.
That’s too much
The mana that existed around them raged.
Arya instinctively distanced herself from Azazel.
The mana in the air fluctuated wildly as if representing Azazel’s feelings.
The cold red eyes turned to the black knight.
“I told you, I won’t ask twice.”
You will regret it.
Giving up the conversation.
Azazel stamped her right foot.
A large amount of mana shoots from her feet and seeps into the ground.
Then, a large cone-shaped thorn sprouted from the feet of the black knight.
It was to transform the terrain with mana.
The black knight quietly admired.
Isn’t it quite sharp?
He made a quick move and stepped away from his place.
Azazel’s magic didn’t stop there.
The cone-shaped thorn changed its shape like a living creature and tried to trap the black knight.
Awesome!
Azazel’s attempt at restraint was futile.
The mound of earth was mercilessly cut by the holy sword held by the black knight.
-It’s all about using your skills, you’re a sorceress with too much hands.
Azazel raised her staff in silence.
At the tip of the wand, a white halo of light forms.
It was ‘lightning’.
Seeing the scene, the black knight was amazed.
-Did you include the description of thunder?
“Die.”
Soon, thunder struck from the ground.
Rurrrr!
The landscape of the world flickers white.
A speed that the eye cannot follow.
An unmanageable force.
If it was the culprit, he would get used to it in an instant rather than react.
If it is the culprit.
The Black Knight was different.
He immediately set up the holy sword, perhaps to counter Azazel’s magic.
And cut vertically.
What did you cut?
The answer is fixed.
Cut the lightning
Aaaaagh!
A loud noise rang out again.
It wasn’t a fluke response.
The Black Knight predicted the point where the lightning would reach by grasping Azazel’s gestures and the movement path of mana.
Azazel snorted.
‘Yes, the trajectory was read.’
If Einstein had been defeated, this would be normal.
As if within the expected range, she stamped her left foot.
This time, like a tsunami, the ground swayed and attacked the black knight.
As a rule of thumb, 4-5m is well over the top.
The range is also extensive.
Prediction?
There is no place to escape even if you do.
No matter how great a person may be, he will be helpless in this enormous tosa.
As if betraying those expectations, he cut the snow and earth tsunami in two with his holy sword.
It’s not an exaggeration, it’s really split into two.
A feat like cutting down a small hill.
It was a sight that was hard to believe.
However, this was also assumed by Azazel.
“It’s going to be hot, tin can.”
Azazel fired five fireballs at the black knight as if he had finished casting all of them in that short time.
A season of fire magic that causes huge explosions one by one.
It was by no means something to belittle, but the black knight who dealt with it only showed a fishy smile.
Kuwaaaaagh!
There was a series of explosions and storms.
The mountain, which had been dark for an instant, was brightly lit like broad daylight.
The snowflakes that were blowing wildly also stopped for a while, perhaps because of the aftermath of the explosion.
Trees, rocks, snow, soil, everything in sight melted away.
Only the bright flame flicked greedily on the tongue.
No matter who it was over there, it wouldn’t even have a shape left.
It was such a powerful magic, but Azazel quietly stared at the center of the storm.
‘It must be an excessive desire to want him to collapse like this.’
Clap, clap.
An ominous metal sound was heard.
-After playing in the dirt, are you playing with fire this time?
As expected by Azazel, the Black Knight did not fall.
I came out of the explosion without any problems.
It must have been iron armor with high thermal conductivity, but he did not show any signs of suffering from the heat of the fireball.
Hey, he is the one who wears armor even in this severe cold.
It wouldn’t be common sense.
The black knight maintained a relaxed attitude.
Azazel’s reaction to try it, if possible, upset Azazel’s heart.
“I see you are confident.”
-I’ve dealt with magicians like you to the point of winning, so it might seem that way.
It was a calm attitude that could not be seen as bluffing or exaggeration.
But that was no reason for Azazel to roll up her tail and run away.
“I hope I’m not bluffing, fuck you.”
A chill gathered around Azazel.
It wasn’t just a level to talk about with the word cold.
A temperature that freezes everything in existence.
Limit.
It was extreme cold.
The atmosphere sparkled.
Perhaps even the moisture in the air is frozen.
The low temperature where everything stagnated.
At the center of it, Azazel sees the Black Knight with more intense emotions than anyone else.
-Lady, are you showing interesting numbers?
The Black Knight relaxed.
As if to show all the performances that can be displayed.
That composure and pride will drive you into a corner.
“Your laughter will go away.”
It formed an orb the size of a fist with cold air.
The name of the sphere is Cold Core.
Cryogenic magic that freezes the surrounding area immediately upon activation.
It is the best freezing magic that Azazel can use.
However, she felt this was not enough.
So she gave a variation.
Raised the difficulty a bit more.
What I am making now is not a simple core of cold air.
It is ice with the property of flame added.
I know it’s a contradictory nature.
I know it’s a contradiction.
However, it doesn’t matter to Azazel whether it’s possible or impossible.
It does it.
I’m going to do it and kill that son of a bitch.
My head hurts as if my head would break due to broken rules.
My mana was sucked straight up, and I felt exhausted throughout my body.
Calculations are also difficult.
Difficult.
Although difficult.
‘I’ll do it.’
Resentment
It is a grudge.
It’s revenge.
That tenacity, stubbornness, and stubbornness create incomprehensible magic.
The core of the cold air created shimmers and waves like a flame.
It’s like burning ice.
This could no longer be called a core of cold.
Because it’s a new land.
Because it’s a new magic.
The ‘essence of ice flame’ that I had been imagining was properly expressed.
There was no longer a bitter cold around Azazel.
It has to be.
All cold and cold is contained in this magic.
It is truly a sphere containing a small winter.
Azazel, who finished the magic manifestation, gestured to Arya, who was far away.
“Come on, Arya. Because this is dangerous for me too.”
The Black Knight didn’t respond until Arya came to Azazel.
At this point, I have my doubts.
What is the reason for waiting?
To show an overwhelming advantage?
Because of such a nuisance?
‘Whatever it is is fine.’
Azazel snapped her fingers with a ferocious face.
A core of cold air floating in the air, no.
The ‘Essence of Ice Flame’ is aimed at the enemy.
Moderate speed, neither fast nor slow.
The moment the round sphere touches the ground.
As if freezing the space itself, everything stopped.
The air, objects, flames, and trees all freeze.
The ice rose like wildfire.
Manifestation of catastrophe.
It wasn’t surprising to call it that.
Azazel quickly formed an igloo of ice like that one and wrapped it around herself.
It was the right way.
Because you can’t invade the same nature.
Unlike her, her black knight has no barriers.
So there is no choice but to be exposed to that overwhelming cold.
Azazel held back the accusations.
‘Where did you try to hold out?’
The Black Knight was amazed.
It’s been a long time since he’s dealt with magic like this.
Ice that burns like a flame.
-It’s nice, it’s beautiful like a work of art.
Under the black helmet, blue eyes flashed.
-But it’s not finished.
Light gathers in the holy sword.
Just like Einstein, the Black Knight also gathered the blue light together.
A concentrated, condensed halo of light.
Shining Holy Sword.
As he swung his sword, Qing Guang ran.
Breaking the layers of ice and moving forward.
The burning ice tried to freeze even the crushing light, but it was useless.
The Dark Knight’s blue light is denser than Azazel’s ice flame.
The blue brilliance that shattered the ice that encroached on the surroundings and reached the essence of the ice flame.
The light destroyed the essence and even shattered the ice wall created by Azazel.
“… Damn right.”
Azazel, revealed as a broken ice wall, had a dazed expression.
I can’t believe this will be ruined.
-Are the jokes over?
The black knight walked away, shaking off the frost clinging to the holy sword with his chain gloves.
Azazel bit his lip.
Not yet.
Haven’t lost yet
– You’ll get tired of being hurt.
The new model of the black knight has disappeared.
I came to Azazel’s front.
In which gap?
When did you come here?
-Now it’s the lady’s turn.
His Holy Sword went up.
Azazel blankly imprinted the sight in his eyes.
I have to react.
I have to do something.
Einstein.
I have to finish your revenge.
The Holy Sword draws downward.
The trajectory is gentle.
Azazel looked at it all slowly.
“Ah.”
I hit my ass.
Pushed away
To whom?
It’s aria
She got hit instead
Why?
It’s strange.
You don’t have to fit
Her bewildered gaze turned to her.
Arya laughed and said.
“Heh, ek, heh, meat shield, okay?”
I think she said that before she came.
I think a meat shield could do it.
Where is the fool who defends what he said as a joke?
You said you didn’t want it.
Azazel approached the fallen Arya.
Looked at her
Blood spread thickly between the slashed castles.
The scars are deep.
It was drawn diagonally from her left shoulder to her right waist.
It is fatal.
“… Ah.”
What are you doing.
Why are you doing such a foolish thing?
“Ah, Zazel, are you okay?”
Who cares about who
Look at your body
Serious.
Dissatisfaction did not come out of his lips.
“… It’s fine.”
“Oh, fortunately…”
“What, what good!”
Azazel’s eyes turned red.
What is this?
I wish I could have stayed still
-It’s a landscape that’s hard to see without tears.
A mocking voice was heard from above.
Bit her lip.
Arya because of me.
“Aaaaa!”
Azazel grabbed her wand and lunged at her black knight.
It was an emotional act, lacking in reason.
Took.
The black knight’s holy sword easily blew away the staff.
He kicks Azazel in the stomach with her leg.
Koo-woong, kicked by her legs as hard as steel, held her stomach as she lay prostrate on the floor.
“Hehe, hehe.”
– The wizard girl. Courage and bravery are different. Didn’t your comrades die because of poor judgment? If there was no hope, she should have run away in the first place. It’s not like this.
Tears came out of Azazel’s eyes.
It was helplessness.
About myself who didn’t keep anything.
Her five fingers scratched the snow and dirt on the ground.
She scratched hard enough that blood formed on her fingertips.
“No, he’s dead.”
– He will die soon.
“No no.”
-You are forcing yourself. But don’t worry, I’ll send it to you.
The black knight raised his sword.
Azazel was more angry at the absurdity, at her absurdity, than at the frightening one.
Didn’t achieve anything, but died like this?
I couldn’t protect anything, but I die like this?
The sword approaches.
Close her eyes tightly
And a sound was heard.
Caan.
It was a metal sound.
-You’re late.
The black knight speaks in a satisfied tone.
“Thanks to whom.”
– It’s not good to blame others for your own shortcomings.
“Is that so, former warrior?”
His voice was low.
The voice was full of rage.
The voice was familiar.
Azazel opened her closed eyes.
There was the man he had hoped for, Einstein, with a very angry face.
I can’t help but be angry that Arya suffered such a serious injury.
She wanted to hide in the mole’s burrow.
Because of me, Arya became like that.
Because I can’t do it, because I’m weak.
“I won’t forgive you for touching our children.”
Our kids?
Azazel was dumbfounded by his words.
Quaang!
Einstein opened the distance by kicking the Black Knight’s torso with his heel.
He looked at Azazel and smiled as soft as spring.
It was a smile that felt the warmth I was longing for.
“I had a hard time holding on.”
The warrior has arrived.
A bit late
