Chapter 357 – The Descent of the Goddess (8)
Flames and fog crashed incessantly.
Ever since seeing Veronica block the fog, Tyrsi only poured the fog on our attendant.
That meant Veronica had to keep her mouth shut and go into her fucking mode, while giving others room to get into her attacks.
─Thump! Chow!
The aristocratic escorts who couldn’t bear to get close and attempted a remote attack on their own!
It was hard for me to open my eyes and watch the scene where the attack was pouring out on someone I knew, but it was hard to say anything because the person himself was not hurt by the attack.
Damn, isn’t this the level of throwing water balloons at someone running away with a shotgun?
For that nice guy to run amok with a shotgun, the magical girl Tyrus must have gone crazy with her long graduate school life.
I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Shouldn’t we be fucking alive too?
– Call!
Still, instead of joining the barrage, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
Tirshi was frozen in ice and then she was released and she was soaking wet. If I looked at her like that with her eyes, that alone would be sexual harassment, but my eyes were trying to grasp her inner mana, not her outer beauty.
‘Space magic, space magic, space magic!’
I grasp the structure of the magic while repeating it in my mouth.
Sometimes it is. It is the time when fingerprints or calculations that have not been solved no matter how much you look at them, suddenly become solved after seeing the advice of someone who knows the answer or the answer sheet.
So did Odin’s Eye.
After understanding the structure, the identity of the magic began to be grasped, as if the sluggish interpretation had been a lie.
In front of the eyes of the magic god, the magic that restrains Tyrsi is dismantled and analyzed.
【My dear! I will endure and support you until you burrow into Tirshi’s arms! But I can’t guarantee that my mana will be able to last until then!]
Veronica poured telepathy before she even had time to pick her phrasing.
I just nodded my head at the rapid-fire rap-like information delivery and my eyes were bloodshot.
‘Is Veronica’s flame also an application of
On the surface, it looks like a battle between fog and flames, but in essence, it is a struggle between space magic.
The fog of darkness was really the touch of the dead, just like my analogy.
That fog is an invitation from hell, and a portal that sends anything it touches to another dimension.
Oh my God, you have 1 child. You think our wizard was fucking severing space? Who knew!
Maybe that’s why Tyrsi avoided spreading the dark fog as widely as Fkilla.
Even if the fog was scattered over a wide area, those who fell into it would only fly to Niflheim in the sky without any limbs intact.
Tsuzuzuzu… !
─Roaring!
The fog of darkness lost its momentum and dissipated when it touched the flames.
It seems that Veronica applied the principle of
─Perfect!
It was a time when I was enduring a headache and looking for a way out. I was distracted by the black iron fist protruding from the ground.
〈Fuck you, this is another one!!〉
As he lost concentration, Odin’s eyes were also released.
Avoiding 3 consecutive back tumbles in mid-air because it cannot be greeted with ease.
Taking a neat evasive action, I spat in disgust at the appearance of the steel soldiers crawling out of the dirt floor.
〈… Yes, sickness. It doesn’t make much sense to say that a warlock is playing solo without any golems or zombies.〉
As if what I spat out like a brainstorm acted as a trigger, the group of golems began to rampage, swinging their iron fists. The escorts went into defense rather than attacking.
‘Oh my god, Uranus! Why are there so many golems?!〉
‘Ah, fuck! Does that matter now?! The guy who ran away must have touched something somewhere else!”
〈Gooooo… !!〉
The golems all looked the same, as if they were industrial products of first-class artisans.
Judging from the feeling of darkness and negative mana, did Diavolo make it? Or maybe you made a bulk purchase from a business partner in the same organization.
Anyway, as I grabbed the spear while watching the golem attacking me, a bloody looking puppet and Dana jumped out in front of me.
Two people on the front line smashed the golem or spread shield magic. It was very impressive that both of them were already overflowing with contradictions in those short words.
Anyway, the wives are assembling. Fran and Veronica were also active in the rear, focusing on throwing knives and intercepting the fog.
Then my husband couldn’t just watch it.
When the wives are active, the name of the forage archaeologist will cry!
〈──I will not become a pillar book! You will become the main beam of the house!〉
The unmistakable spirit energized my body.
As I ran with that momentum, I unwrapped the core of the magic created by the first senate as if taking off Lalilura’s bra.
As I witnessed the high-level magic, my brain felt refreshed as if it had become mint bibimbap. As if waking from a nap, inspiration opened its eyes.
My eyes widened and the world widened.
The supreme and immutable fact that the more you know, the more you see, was applied to magic as well. The world of visible light and photoreceptors visible to the human eye, such as infrared light and light scattering, was only a part of it.
Mana was present everywhere in this world.
From the magic of the escorts, the core of the golem, and the prosthetic arm and leg of Minerva fighting, to things that seem far from magic, such as the soil on the floor or the flow of air!
The world seen by the god of magic was like a sea of starlight.
Tsuzuzuzu…
A fog of darkness spread in a world without sound. The touch of the dead, which Veronica failed to stop, swayed to invite my flesh and organs to Niflheim.
I noticed it with a separate sense, different from that of the human body, but I didn’t even budge.
Twist your back and tilt your head.
I did just that, but the fog of darkness pouring down just like before couldn’t even brush my hair.
Unmixed with the flow of air, the mana was good in her eyes, like jjamppong soup splattered on the hem of her white dress.
〈Absolutely, Master’s Escape!!〉
Passes… !
I unconsciously played the Heswald sister’s light air. Just like when I first awakened 【Gerture】, the waste of strength disappeared from my movements.
It was a skill that could only be used if you let go of your fighting spirit, but Tirshi was once a friend with whom I entrusted my back and life to fighting.
She harbors her fighting spirit against her like that?
That’s what language is all about. What I could see now was not the fog of Niflheim pouring down on me, but only the ancient civilization’s magic formula tightly restraining Tyrsi’s body.
The formula was tightly woven like a sweater!
There was one hole drilled in it.
Is it a gap in the formula? No, it can’t be. That was a keyhole, so to speak.
It is a void that will be used to fill in the ‘right of control’ of the technique, which will be used to manipulate one’s blood relatives that have been transformed into weapons like tools.
I found red mana flowing there.
He didn’t have to worry about what kind of idiot in the world was doing such a thing. Diavolo, of course.
That bitch must have been thinking of making the control of ‘Arma Schnass’, which can only be controlled by the blood relatives of the first Senate, be his own through that blood relative, the lord of Lenapolis.
And I was able to come up with dozens of fucking countermeasures against that filthy demonic beast reaching out to Tirsi.
He could have cut off Diavolo’s mana and discarded it, or he could have modified the condition of control that ‘only the first Senate family can rule’ as if hacking the program.
It wouldn’t have been impossible to hand over control of Tyrsi to me at all, and if I could maintain this extreme concentration, I would have had more options.
But I didn’t choose any of them.
Instead, I chose the hardest but most correct path.
After all, no one in this world had the right to manipulate another person like a tool.
-Malkan!
I burrowed into Tirsi’s arms and placed her hand on her chest.
Even in the meantime, Tirshi scattered darkness all over me with an ice-cold face.
Still, as much as I took the player, I was faster. As if gently pulling the hand of a devastated girl, I pulled the mana of Tirshi, who did not even resist.
And one magic law that I mention here again and again.
Understanding a certain magic formula meant being able to use that magic.
〈──Mind Crash!!〉
─Kaching!!
I put the mana of Tirshi that I pulled out into the gap in the spell as it is.
Her mana slipped into the spell’s control.
The first Senators made a mistake while creating this magic.
That is, they forgot the fact that the blood relatives they made into war weapons were also inheriting their own blood.
If, like me, there is Payoen who can grasp the structure of the spell and lead the hand of ‘Arma Schnass’ whose ego is blocked, then they themselves will be the owners of the weapon imbued with the power of the gods.
In other words, it meant recovering the sealed self.
〈──────?!〉
─Brurrr! Tyrsi trembled as if struck by her lightning.
The ancient civilization’s war weapon, ‘Arma Schnas’, which contained the power of the gods, had to obey the will of the master who had the right to control it.
And now, the owner is none other than Tyrsi herself.
Circular logic that bites tail after tail, just like inserting the plug of the multi-tap into the outlet of the multi-tap!
It may be an ideology that directly rebels against the design of the first senators without a mother, but originally this is the most natural.
No matter how much this is a different world where the concept of human rights is not established, I, a 21st-century earthling with knowledge, do not have to be guided by that barbarism.
“… Neither destiny, nor lab, nor professor can enslave us.”
I whispered sternly as I accepted Tirsi, who was collapsing from weakness in her legs.
Hypnosis apps are a sin created by mankind.
The right to rule over Tyrsi’s body and mind existed only with Tirsi herself.
With that belief in her heart, I whispered in her ear.
“──Tirshi, wake up. I need to write a thesis.”
“… That’s what you’re going to say when you wake up someone who’s passed out right now?”
Tirshi woke up with her eyes wide open as if she had heard a deafening sound. I gave her a peek and a smile at her who hated her.
“Why? Isn’t the effect direct?”
“Stop. Don’t talk about this any more. I’ll be out of work for more than a few months, but I’ll have to think about whether I should leave the wizard guild when I go back.”
Even as she grumbled, Tyrsi slipped out of my arms and stood on her own legs.
Minerva, who was fighting the golems, muttered blankly as if she was dumbfounded.
〈… Did Signatio do it?〉
It’s because I did it, right? Does this lady discriminate against Yellow Monkey now?
I played a fucking shooting game in the dark and won, but the Amon person gets praised. Without any fuss.
But I made up my mind. Right now, rather than correcting that misunderstanding, it was more important to stand out in this place.
‘If I saved a hostage, I’ll have to jump out!’
I tried to get out of here, holding Tirshi’s hand, as if I had no idea why I was here.
I thought it wouldn’t be difficult to break through even if a golem got in my way, but she had to revise her plan less than a second after holding Tyrsi’s hand.
Why? A knife fell to the top of my head.
─Kaang!!
The only time I noticed the blade was after Tirsi’s
If it wasn’t for Tirsi, I’d be the Nord of the 2nd class, doubling the wives’ sexual rotation.
〈No, I almost f*cked up!!!!〉
Frightened, I grabbed Tirsi and ran back.
Diavolo, who was about to jump out of the air and dig my earthen pot like a potter, looked at me with an expressionless expression that was less human than Tyrsi from earlier.
〈… What did you do?〉
He looked in disbelief at the crack in the sky, at me, and at Tyrsi, who frowned.
As his expressionless face distorted like a child who gradually realized the cruelty of reality, Diavolo shouted as if vomiting blood.
Boo-! Diavolo’s blade stabbed me between the eyebrows.
It was a scream of resentment more than that of a 10-year-old graduate student whose project he had been working on for more than a few fucking years.
Of course, considering that it is no different from a criminal who spends his money earned in crime in bitcoin and lives his life, there was not much room for sympathy.
‘I don’t know, you sick bastard. I must have stopped eating it because you would be mad.〉
So I raised my hand with dignity and said.
〈10 gold 80 silver.〉
〈──This damn bastard!!!〉
Diavolo slammed his sword down in a fit of rage. However, Tyrsi, who still had a lot of mana left, saw through the sword with her body vision and opened the shield.
I groaned and shouted vigorously. Not too long ago, I was confident that I would get tired of facing this bastard with a sword head-on, but not anymore. I believe in only Tyrsi! Hurray!!
“… Mr Nord. Do you have the seal you picked up at that time?”
As I was blowing cuckoo like that, suddenly Tyrsi said something like that.
Diavolo kept a distance as if he was wondering if he could measure the kill angle against Tirsi, but he didn’t jump out, so I gave him the seal without thinking while keeping a close eye on him.
─Break it up!!!!!
And my auxiliary mana battery is fully charged.
“… Det?”
“Would you like to fight with me? I don’t know what it is now I feel sick to my stomach because I have too much mana.”
Wouldn’t the fuck be like that? I was taken aback.
Well, if it was a ritual or something, it might have happened. Even if I had analyzed the spell itself, the outcome of the spell was 100% unpredictable.
When I saw the ogre’s seal full of mana, I felt a sharp blow. The scale difference sucks.
I’ll do about 3 Nords with just this fucking thing. It is three times the realm of the king.
“… If I use this much mana, I’ll lie down after I’m done.”
“Good for you. I think I’m going to pass out right now, but if I go to the hospital together, I’ll be less afraid.”
I recommend this hospital room share.
I laughed, and as if there was nothing I could do, I pulled out the seal’s mana.
It seems that they flew in
The overflowing mana filled my pockets of confidence again.
Since ancient times, a creature called a man is not a creature whose fighting power fluctuates according to the thickness of its wallet. For fighters from another world, mana pain is the source of confidence.
I said after swinging the spear covered with beast return.
〈Darry Lang ON.〉
Brother, you have a lot of cash now.
Nin, I’m back now, fuck you.
