Dragon-Devouring Mage - Chapter 84

Episode 84

EPISODE.42

“All of the so-called wizards are a people with a knack for annoying people.”

The moment the voice flows.

A chill like pouring cold water covered the area.

Russell and Hubert’s footsteps were nailed to the spot.

I thought I could make a gap for a while, but I didn’t know that my voice would be this peaceful.

A sharp blow blows away the deflagration that covered the neighborhood at once.

Sugaak-!

Eventually, it appeared.

As if a shield had been spread out, it covered the area around him in the form of a hemisphere.

‘A sword…?’

It was a protective wall made from a single sword.

It was the first time he had seen it in person, but Russell also knew what a sword screen was.

Lines created by swinging the sword A defense technique of swordsmanship through planes created by overlapping countless lines.

I never thought I’d see a test that actually makes it.

Naturally, it was not an easy task to create a dense surface by overlapping countless lines.

‘I’d rather use a shield to do that…’

The surprising thing was that he blocked the pouring magic using the sword he created.

The heat that cooked the lungs, the pouring lightning, and the rock storm that raged due to the twisted gravity.

Because it meant that nothing could penetrate the inside of that membrane.

To think that the surface created with a single sword was so dense.

Could that be possible?

Doubts arose.

Tsutsutsutsutsut-.

Soon after, the black screen subsides.

Could it be that no matter how much the sword was able to withstand it completely?

About half of the sword body was dripping with red molten iron.

But that’s it.

That was all the results achieved by the two War Mages pouring out their mana non-stop.

“decided.”

Ding-!

Throwing away the half-sword, he pulled out a new one.

“I will show you something interesting.”

Not the sword he was holding in his hand, but another sword worn on his waist.

Sreureung-.

Fire spreads over the red sword body through the flames that have moved around.

The moment he pulled out his sword, he had the illusion that the wind around the area had changed.

A yo-yo-han energy flowed along the black-red sword body that was unlucky.

What Russell felt in it was an unknown displeasure.

‘what?’

From the moment the sword was pulled out, it seemed strangely irritated.

The unpleasant sensation of swarms of insects climbing up your toes.

A reverse that seems to be retching.

Woo woo woo-.

The five circles rotated in unison, and the mana within them protested.

He said he didn’t like that sword.

“It’s a magical sword made of dragon bones.”

Then McRae Hughes, who had fixed his sword, opened his mouth.

“I heard that it was made by corrupting dragon bones with the blood of a hundred wizards.”

“Dragonbone?”

Perhaps that is the reason for the displeasure he felt.

I thought so.

“The dragon, which is called magical control, has excellent magic defense befitting its prestige. In other words…”

McRae Hughes said-.

“This sword can cut through magic itself.”

– He swung his sword.

Flying sword Fuchsia pink.

Stand up-!

A sword that cuts through magic.

Fitting the description, the flying slash cut through seven layers of defensive magic at once.

It’s a completely different aspect than before when the conflict occurred.

“Suck-!!”

Hubert’s face turned blue as he witnessed his own magic split like paper.

As soon as I got there.

The moment you want to cast the next magic!

Stand up-!

Once again, a sharp cutting sound rang out.

“You listen well.”

“Cool….”

The blood that flowed along the gap between the cut waistband soaked the floor.

“execution!”

Russell urgently casts a spell to protect Hubert.

Pod first!

A comb-like figure blocked Russell’s path.

“Even if it wasn’t so, I didn’t like the eyes…”

He raised his red longsword and let out a bleak look.

“I’ll gouge out that eye first.”

With the voice, the world in Russell’s eyes began to slow down little by little.

A bizarre feeling, as if time had been stretched out.

The moment felt like it had lasted for several minutes. Maybe this is what is called a kaleidoscope.

‘but!’

In that sense, Russell gritted his teeth.

There were still a few tools left for him to use. I couldn’t give up until I poured out all the numbers.

‘Yongin…!’

The shadow of death blocking my eyes.

The moment you try to free the one you’ve been saving to get out of that shadow!

“die!”

With the sentence of the death god, we’re sorry!

….

it happened.

Whoa-!

* * *

Wow-!

The sound of glass breaking rang in my ears.

Along with him, the ghost sword that was slashing at Russell bounced off as it was.

no.

It wasn’t just the ghost sword that bounced. McRae Hughes himself, who was holding the sword, also bounced off and rolled on the floor.

Ku-goo-goo-!

The distance is about a hundred meters.

A person who reached the level of a sword master could not even resist properly and flew that distance and crashed.

However, the expression on Russell’s face, who had actually done such a thing, was bewildered.

‘what?’

In a completely incomprehensible situation, Russell covered his face with the palm of his hand.

‘I’m sure the witch’s sword got in the way-.’

I tried to use Yonginhwa to counter him, but before that…

‘He was thrown out-?’

Was it an illusion to hear someone’s voice at that moment?

A situation full of questions from one to ten.

It was McRae Hughes’ scream that drew such Russell into reality.

“Quaaaaaagh!”

What had happened was McRae Hughes screaming in the rising dust.

“this! This damn sword is-?!”

I don’t know why, but it was clear that something was wrong with his ghost sword.

Taking advantage of that gap, Russell approached Hubert and asked.

“Are you okay? execution?”

Then, after quickly opening the lid, he poured the potion towards the waist, where blood was flowing out.

“Keuuugh-.”

White foam rising over the scar. Hubert opened his mouth with a pale face.

“I don’t know what’s going on… but now is your chance.”

Disengagement with one blow.

The escape they had hoped for was now open.

If possible, it would be nice to take advantage of this gap and feed them one bite.

‘It can’t be.’

I don’t know if I had enough time to delay, and I was also a gambler.

It would be fortunate if the attack could inflict fatal wounds, but on the contrary, if the attack brought him to his senses…

‘Tsk.’

Russell clicked his tongue and turned on the new model at the assumption that just thinking about it made him dizzy.

The princess and the count flew toward the direction where the two were hiding.

Parbat-!

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half a day after that.

It had been drizzling rain since the night before, and the area was completely covered in morning fog.

It wasn’t very thick, but due to the nature of the environment being in the forest, it was a fog that made it impossible to see ahead.

A flying beast can be seen flying above the fog.

Gyareuk-.

It was no ordinary flying beast.

It wasn’t that big, but it had two pairs of wings with smooth red skin.

It was Pepper.

Food Duck-.

Pepper, who flapped his wings and circled the sky, sent his thoughts to Russell below.

The idea of not being able to see the enemy approaching nearby.

Russell, who was suspicious, slowly opened his eyes.

When I woke up, I was inside a cave full of damp moisture.

A cave located in the corner of the Kalian Mountains.

Sitting around were the princess and the count with tired expressions.

“Mmm.”

It was Hubert who was drooling.

The reason why they are sitting here and taking a break in the midst of a hurry is simple.

“How is it? Priests.”

Because Hubert’s wound was more serious than expected.

He asked after wounding himself using the flame and pouring the potion.

“Is there something wrong outside?”

At Hubert’s question, Russell shook his head.

“It still seems to be fine.”

“Is that so…”

The princess and the count, who were listening to the story, let out a sigh of relief at Russell’s statement that there was no visible enemy.

Hubert added.

“But you shouldn’t be relieved. The opponent is the Sword Master. I ran away without resting for a day and a half, but… For him, this wouldn’t be that great of a distance.”

Russell nodded, as if agreeing.

Even though it’s only part of it, I’ve personally experienced the strength of a sword master.

If it wasn’t for the anomaly that happened at the last moment, it wouldn’t have been easy to even create a gap to escape.

A strength that seems to have completely shed its human form.

‘Maybe I… was a little relieved.’

Because I became a mage by overcoming the wall of the 5th circle.

Because the nobility has also been restored.

I thought that I might have had complacency that I might have been able to do this.

Through this opportunity, Russell was able to throw that thought away.

‘It can’t go on like this.’

To Russell, the Empire was his father’s enemy.

To achieve revenge, he needed to overcome those monstrous sword masters.

‘Of course, before that…’

It would be necessary to clarify who his father’s enemy was and what the inside story was.

Russell clicked his tongue as he felt the cultist’s words grow harsh like a thorn in his throat.

‘Tsk.’

Russell turned his head in an attempt to change the subject.

asked Hubert.

“How about the wound?”

Looking down at his wounds at Russell’s question, he shook his head.

“I managed to stop the bleeding somehow, but the energy that penetrated inside seems to be a problem.”

Perhaps because of the unique energy of the ghost sword, the flowing energy continued to aggravate the internal wound.

For the same reason, the effect of the potion was less than expected.

‘The only thing I can believe is that by this time, I would have noticed the anomaly even in my home country?’

I couldn’t be sure of ten percent, but Endymion was also a power that would not lag behind the Empire.

If the information hadn’t been passed on yet, it would be rather funny.

‘I’m sure support will arrive before long.’

The question was whether the two could hold out until then.

‘Since the wounds were covered with burns, running would not be a problem, but…’

If another battle occurred, the story was different.

“Priests.”

Perhaps reading Russell’s thoughts, Hubert called Russell.

“Leave me alone.”

“…?!”

“I don’t know how much I can do because my body is not healthy, but I can at least hold it for a while.”

and.

“If someone has to sacrifice, wouldn’t it be right for me to die, being at least one year older than the young priest with a promising future?”

It was a determined voice, but Russell had a different idea.

“It can’t be.”

“…?”

“If someone has to stay anyway, I’d be better off with someone who can hold on to my ankles a little longer. And-.”

Russell was speechless.

‘You’re going to show me something interesting?’

If it’s a number you want to show, this one wasn’t easy either.

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