Chapter 113 – Fighting Each Other
Dorothea Gale is the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King’s Army.
Originally, she was a first-class witch belonging to the Ruby Tower in the south of the continent, but at the age of 20 she reached the 6th tier and won the title of the continent’s youngest great mage. Did.
After becoming the Demon King’s Army, she killed Elphaba, the Witch of the West, one of her four quarters witches, and as she became the second-generation Witch of the West, she was promoted at an unprecedented rate even within the Demon King’s Army.
In particular, her primary element was ‘fire’, and she was nicknamed the incarnation of Salamander, the spirit of fire, as she linked her natural red hair with flame magic.
To that extent, Dorothea loved playing with fire.
But in fact, what she really wanted to burn was not her people or buildings, but her ‘small world’ itself, which looked with envy and jealousy at her own natural talent.
Although her personality has changed round and round after meeting Kaldrash, she was originally a fervent witch who had been told that she had no blood or tears.
──Like right now.
“Quaaaaagh!”
“Help me!”
Soldiers whose entire bodies are on fire run around in front of their eyes.
High-temperature flames.
Dorothea only used flames of a ‘moderate’ temperature, as her main purpose was to cause a mess anyway.
Even with that alone, the streets around her alumni area she was entrusted with were half destroyed.
Her 4th tier magic, which she mainly uses, is ‘Salamander’s Breath’.
Unlike normal fire magic, this magic does not go out well even if water is poured on it.
A cursed flame that is notorious for staying alive and burning its target to the end.
Red-hot flames lick their tongues and wander in search of prey.
It was then.
“Mezzo forte!”
With a familiar chant, dolphins rose from the ground and extinguished the flames surrounding the soldiers’ bodies.
Dorothea knew this magic.
No, she couldn’t forget.
Because it was her opponent’s magic that allowed her to taste the humiliation of defeat on her eastern front, where she was in charge.
The person involved died on the spot, having his limbs torn apart by Kaldrash, so he was probably a disciple.
As soon as she spotted the middle-aged man with white hair suddenly appearing, she laughed fiercely.
“What’s your relationship with Baron Louis von Bettendorf?”
Then the man narrowed his eyes and replied.
“This is my father who passed away not too long ago.”
“It just worked out. I owe some money to that old man.”
As Dorothea said, sparks spewed from both of her hands.
“I heard that children sometimes pay their parents’ debts instead. What do you think?”
“…I don’t really want to pay it back.”
“It’s not up to you, the prey, to decide.”
Dorothea took off her coat as she said that, and then, like a quadrupedal animal, she bent her upper body deeply.
As she touched the ground with her hand, she set her limbs on fire as her unique sorcery armaments were activated.
Turning into a fire cat, she said with a ferocious smile.
“It’s up to the predator to put it in its mouth.”
She applied various buffs to her body in an instant, and she didn’t want to miss the chance for her return after half a year.
Kill whatever
Kill it once
She decided that
“I can’t help it when you say that.”
The son of Baron Louis said so and took out his staff.
Specially made to order even for pretending.
Literally, it’s something that costs money.
On the other hand, the red ruby shoes Dorothea was wearing were looted items worn by the Witch of the East.
Immediately after, she kicked the ground.
Roaring!
A body that moves forward with the explosion from under your feet.
Then, when she was right in front of her nose, her son, who, like her father, Baron Louis, was armed with water-current armor, kicked her.
The legs of two people crossing in the air.
Dorothea grinned and flipped her body in the air as hot steam rose in an instant.
“Gehenna Sturm”
Dozens of fireballs floating in the sky.
A hellish storm of flames rages.
It was only a 5th tier magic, but unlike his father, his son, who had not been able to achieve greatness, seemed to be in a hurry just to receive her attack.
“Pandemonium Krise”
The superheated claws made of plasma cutters scratched the ground.
It is a magic with unparalleled power, enough to make the ground boil with just a slight touch.
“Quaaaaagh!”
I tried to defend myself, but the magic I used to defend cut off her arm.
The effect of the magic armament healed the wound little by little, but the cells had already died due to the heat, so regeneration did not take place right away.
Dorothea decided to show off her most splendid magic with her special finishing touches.
Hop step jump.
A beautiful melody is created by clashing shoes against each other.
Right after that, a huge magic circle floated around the son of Baron Lewis.
He tried to hurriedly get out of the range of the magic circle, but Dorothea cast her magic much faster.
“Katastrophe Elysion”
At that moment, an impossibly large pillar of fire shot up into the sky and engulfed his body.
With this much firepower, you probably won’t be able to leave a single bone fragment.
Watching him being incinerated alive, Dorothea, dazed, suddenly wondered what the other guys were doing.
‘Kaldrash will start running away soon… ‘
This time, I looked at the southern gate that Vanessa had taken over.
“He must be running wild by now.”
There was still plenty of time allotted.
It was a time when he was about to destroy the city in order to act as the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King’s Army after a long time.
Quaaaaagh!
With a roar, Dorothea automatically thought, ‘I’m still far away’ due to the huge sword carving on the southern wall.
In the beginning, there were too many strong people in the demon lord’s army.
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The southern wall of the city.
Approaching him was an unidentified black knight wearing a black tin helmet and black armor.
The most famous story that people here know about Dyurahan was that it was a ‘fairy of death’.
Early morning when everyone is asleep.
Someone came and knocked on the door, and it was a legend that if you open the door and greet Dyurahan, you will die in a few days.
In reality, Dyurahan was not going to take his life, but it would be correct to see that he was destined to die.
Anyway, like Dorothea, she decided to use force herself to give Kaldrash time to escape.
In the distance, I saw knights in white armor hurriedly running.
Probably the Royal Guard that Kaldrash had been talking about.
It was safe to say that it was the greatest power of this kingdom.
“Stop! The evil demon, where did you invade this place!”
Vanessa was a bit unfair at their one-sided selling, but when I thought about it, it wasn’t particularly wrong, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.
Although she was originally a member of the most prestigious knight family in the empire, no one in this position believed that she somehow became a durahan.
It was 300 years ago in the first place.
It’s a situation that looks unfavorable even to pretend.
It may not be possible for the idiot to take her sword, but for now, it seemed important to match her head count.
So, the magic she used was Death Knight Calling.
Her elite troops in the castle of the devil.
A group of ghost knights who have returned from the dead.
As the commander of the guards, he summoned the rotting Death Knight Corps from the castle, and the Royal Guards who came rushing in were visibly embarrassed.
Well, wouldn’t this look more delicious?
It’s a showdown between the Royal Guard in white armor and the Death Knights in black armor.
Thinking so, Vanessa fiddled with the handle of her sword blade that was attached to her waist.
Due to the nature of the undead that curses the living, the Death Knights roared and rushed wildly as soon as they were summoned.
A giant Zweihander that can be swung.
Biting flesh.
In the battlefield that was quickly becoming a mess, the only one she could deal with walked slowly.
Age is around mid 30’s.
The blonde-haired knight, whose slightly grown beard gave off a dandy look, instinctively took notice of her strength and took a gimmick.
Coriander knows how to recognize Coriander.
Perhaps he is the knight commander of the Royal Guard.
Like the knight commander, Vanessa drew a sword at her waist.
Suffocating tension.
Rough breathing.
And the moment the heated atmosphere reached its peak,
The two collided.
