Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 509
Swing the sword towards the magic that rushes to the tip of the staff to form magic.
Without fail, the magic is cut off, and the broken magic is absorbed into magic twice as fast as other threads of magic, and the magic that was stably generated is rapidly twisted from the inside.
Originally, magic was supposed to explode there.
“crazy?”
However, Susanno Emmett did his best in vain to showcase his value, as he had declared beforehand. Without even a hint of embarrassment, the magic was stabilized as expected.
“Um, that’s tough.”
Thousands of thoughts run through my head as I watch the size of the fireball, which had been expanding as if it would explode at any moment, being cut in half in an instant and ejected into my face at the same time.
block or avoid
My body realized before my head that a moment’s judgment would decide life or death, just like when fighting a skilled warrior. I reflexively energized the gauntlet to maximally activate the defense magic, pinned Este halfway behind me to the ground, and braced myself for the next impact by supporting one foot.
– Quaang!
What comes to mind is the memory of blocking the orc’s magic when diving over the camp.
“Fuck!”
As expected, the fireball that came right in front of me was not the kind of thing that would scatter powerlessly just because it hit the shield.
The shock was so heavy that I would have been pushed back a few steps if I hadn’t supported Esthe. Fortunately, however, the fireball was scattered with the first collision, so there was time to pull out the esthe and run away again.
Unlike the upper body, which is still tilted backward, the two legs move forward in a hurry. Forcing her to move made her posture break a lot, but right now it was more urgent to close the distance with Emmet.
He is a wizard who can pull out magic of this magnitude even while being interrupted in that short moment. I can’t even imagine what will happen the moment we distance ourselves.
“Is it because you’re young? You’re bold.”
When the scattering flames cleared and my sight was secured, what came into my eyes was Emmet, leisurely stroking his beard with one hand and ‘pounding’ the floor with his staff in the other.
– Awesome!
Then the floor of the room split.
“Seed…!”
It wasn’t just at the level of being split, it was completely smashed and split, and the foot that had taken a strong step forward was turned off.
Contrary to the rapidly lowering field of view, Emmet is maintaining his position. I wondered if only the floor over there was intact, but it was just floating alone with the floating magic. There was no sign of casting magic separately, so he must have been holding something like an artifact.
Sadly, unlike Emmet, I needed a flying dragon to become a Flying Eldmia, so I had to find another number.
“…foot!”
As if dreaming of falling, I grinded my teeth while feeling the swaying sensation in real time.
It would have been perfect if I could just stick to my feet and fly like this, but unfortunately, ejection and fixation are separate areas, so it’s impossible. Still, thanks to the combination of the four needles, which were enough to make me slowly descend from the fall after cutting off the head of the great devil, it became a sure foothold in the air.
I picked all of them, but why am I only stepping on four?
I’ll have to take one more step to get closer.
“Your skills are really…”
A smile was drawn on Emmet’s lips as he looked surprised at me.
It was indeed an old wizard who was still relaxed. It’s really disgusting to see that it can go this far in just a couple of tens of thousands of years, and it’s smiling so much in the face of unfairness.
“…a lot.”
Watching the mana gather behind Mip-sang, I kicked off the footrest made of needles and jumped up. I decided to give up on leaving my leeway. Until that old man was incapacitated, it had to move like a supercar that had to pay attention to speed, not fuel economy.
[Hmm?! What’s going on!?]
As I swung the sword with maximum power applied to my body and Esthe, Esthe’s faint voice resounded as if she had just woken up. It seemed that he was really sleeping when he said he was quiet.
The master worked hard, but he had no intention of explaining the situation to the sword, who was sleeping well, so he just hit it with divine power and forcibly split the blade.
When the blades, filled with divine power and mana, turned into dozens of grinders rushed in, tearing away the mana gathering at Emmet, a feeling of bewilderment appeared on his face.
“this.”
[Ahhhhhhhh?!]
For some reason, Este seemed to be losing energy because of the reaction of the same flustered person, but she kept her spirits up as much as she could and kicked the second step.
Only 2/3 of the blade flew, so Este was still in the state of a broken straight sword. I deliberately left it diagonally, so I can still do my part.
I have enough momentum to reach Emmet, so if I approach and stick to Emmet, who is sure to take up more time than before, adjusting the mana torn to shreds by the flying blades, I can unconditionally subdue him.
“This won’t work.”
The moment he reached a level where he could reach Emmet with just an outstretched hand, his magic expanded with a small murmur.
But contrary to expectations, the expansion did not stop this time.
I realized a little too late what Emmet’s still calm expression and the bluish shield around him meant.
[Owner!]
Along with Este’s cry, the divine power contained in the sword is freely sucked in and a barrier spreads out. By the time he reflexively energized the gauntlet as much as possible, the explosion had already shaken Este’s shield once.
Emmett, who was caught in the field of vision exploding in pure white, was stroking his beard with a subtle expression with eight lines between his eyebrows.
◈
The interruption that came in while preparing the fireball was never negligible.
Even if he didn’t reveal it outwardly, Emmet did his best to correct the distortion of magic. Even that couldn’t be maintained properly, so it was close to being adjusted as a makeshift and thrown before other problems arose.
Originally, Emmet’s intention was to leave debris like lava that clings to it, impeding the movement of the hero.
Unable to figure out the cause, Emmet decided to simply memorize the fact that magic can be shattered with a single swing of a sword by a warrior. And the actions taken by the hero before being hit by the fireball and the sound of strong footsteps heard after the explosion triggered the magic circle and artifact prepared in advance.
The magic circle he had hidden by drawing it on the ceiling downstairs, not on the floor of his room, did its job perfectly, and the artifact also definitely activated its floating magic. Thanks to that, Emmet was convinced that he would be able to earn at least a brief reprieve while watching the bewildered expression on the warrior’s face.
It was an illusion.
While he was preparing a new magic just in case, he thought for a moment about how much he would set his ransom with, the hero’s eccentricities continued.
Making a foothold with an unknown magic tool? it could be.
It was creepy to make the decision to use something like that in that situation, and it was creepy to overcome it properly and instantly close the distance, but it was a fully possible action. That’s what it takes to be called a warrior.
However, it was unexpected that his sword would split into pieces and fly away.
Without even a chance to feel sorry for her, Emmett, who felt that a twist incomparable to a fireball was taking place and the spell being torn apart, tried to run rampant instead of stabilizing the spell, purely based on instinctive judgment.
I couldn’t even remember if it was an irrational judgment I had made in decades.
A decision that I would not have dared to make, and should not have made, unless I was a wizard of my own level, capable of casting double and triple shields at high speed.
It was obviously the best choice, but the results were far from optimistic. Emmett looked at the massive shock felt on the shield and the explosion that covered his vision, convinced that at least a corner of his immunity had been completely shattered.
‘The day will come when you live and live and intend to run away…’
Because you have to survive when you were young when your skills were lacking. Because there is no reason to do so after proving your skills.
Emmett, who had caused a ‘failure’ with his own hands that a wizard should never experience in his lifetime, clicked his tongue at the horrors visible through the acrid smoke and dust.
“Everything I prepared is gone.”
Not in one corner, but from the 3rd floor to the 1st floor where his room was located, it had collapsed very badly. It seems to have triggered a chain reaction with the safety devices.
It was as if he had destroyed all the advantages of being a stronghold, which could be said to be the fear of a coiled mage, with his own hands.
“…Considering the amount of mana used, it’s true that it’s inefficient in terms of power.”
Even in the midst of collapse, the moment he scratched his temple, judging the result like a wizard, the blades the warrior had fired from all directions flew in.
Fortunately, the blades that hit the shield didn’t go any further, but they were frantic to pierce through the far-reaching magic without easily bouncing off.
“It’s much more powerful against the magic that’s being cast… Does it intervene in magic? A wizard has no natural enemies.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
The low dust cloud disappeared, revealing a hero among the rubble of the building.
“I can understand your skills just by showing you. Do you have any thoughts on suggesting a recommended price?”
It was buried in the rubble to some extent, as if it couldn’t stop it from being thrown back by the impact, but it looked too fine to be said to be injured.
“That’s not against my rules. I’ll make a suggestion instead.”
“What is it?”
Even in this situation, Emmett, who smiled at the warrior who looked like he was going to die from annoyance, adjusted the shield he was wearing to surround all the warrior’s blades and continued.
“If you get hired, there’s no need to fight with you, right? If you hang out with me a little more, I’ll reduce the price you offer to the extent that I’m satisfied.”
The hero let out a deep sigh as he looked at the things that had been his defenses running amok like soap bubbles while holding the blade.
“Fuck.”
He was a tough-mouthed warrior.