The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 211

Episode 211 Chapter

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While one of them’s torso separates and his upper body falls.

The pros next to him widened their eyes.

‘I pierced the aura…!’

It’s not like they didn’t prepare at all. No, rather, the fact that this many people were assigned to just one student should actually be seen as excessive preparation.

There is a possibility that Frontier may have lured them into this building on purpose, so they were prepared to respond at any time. Auror is also one of those defenses.

I saw what had cut off the torso of my colleague next to me. It was a black blade that suddenly appeared out of thin air. Although it was a surprise attack, I reacted and surrounded myself with aurors and took a stance to block it.

A body well-covered with aura was cut off in an instant.

‘There’s something strange about that blade!’

The pros made quick decisions and secured visibility while having each other’s backs. Of course, they did not neglect to determine the location of Frontier.

Shhh!

This time, black liquid spewed out around Frondier and flew towards them. What was clearly a liquid suddenly turned into sharp thorns and poured down on them.

“Hmm!”

The pros blocked the thorns with their own defensive techniques. They were confident as they blocked. Those black water drops are a little different from regular weapons. It’s not that auras don’t work at all, but it definitely pierces auras much easier than other weapons.

“bouncer!”

When Frondier’s attack stopped, one of the pros couldn’t hold back and jumped out.

“How dare you tackle this topic!”

The man slashed his favorite bastard sword straight towards Frondier.

Cough!

The sword was blocked by the sword created by Frondier.

This time, the man thought the black water drop was shaped like a blade, but when he looked again, he saw that it was a real sword.

“You have so many talents! “Do you think you can beat a pro just because you use a slightly different weapon?”

“You have no discernment.”

Sharp eyes?

Pro, who was pushing away Frondier’s sword, frowned. I felt quite ominous in Frondier’s choice of words.

“…What is this sword?”

And I soon realized.

What is the sword Frontier is holding now?

‘This is my sword…!’

Frondier was crossing blades with a sword that was exactly the same as the one the man was currently holding.

“Menosorpo.”

Before his thoughts could even proceed.

The surrounding area changed as a result of Frontier’s remarks.

Everyone here felt Frondier’s enormous mana and felt the surroundings being filled with a magic circle.

‘When on earth will a magic circle be created?’

All people are in the opponent’s magic circle. What this meant was clear.

This is already Frontier’s territory.

“The weapons are different…”

Frondier muttered something close to ridicule.

Right after.

Menosorpo

Air Weaving Instant Duplicate

Same Weapon Grade 3

– Rare

Bastard Sword Three

swords appeared around Frondier.

They all had the same appearance as the sword the man was holding.

“Nothing else is a weapon. “You stupid thing.”

Shhh!

“This is ridiculous…!”

The man let out a voice and barely managed to swat away the swords. Perhaps because he was a professional, he was skillfully blocking the three swords.

one.

“It’s pretty good.”

After Frondier’s statement, two more swords flew. A total of five sacks.

“Huh, heh…!”

After somehow blocking that, there were seven, and then ten.

No matter how excellent his swordsmanship was, his hands were clearly lacking.

“Keuuk! Ugh!”

A dizzying rush of blades rushed at the man in random trajectories. The sword itself, which was not used against people, flew straight back at him even if it bounced off. The sword wind generated by the aura did not work well.

Even though he struck down five weapons, five of them cut into his body. As time went by, wounds increased all over his body, including his arms, shoulders, sides, and calves.

“Attack everyone!”

The professionals who were watching rushed at Frontier at the same time, as if they thought it was no good.

Frondier glanced at them.

‘It would be nice to try it out.’

Frontier manipulated Adae. A much larger amount of black water flew into the air than before.

Weaving (織造) Heukcheon (黑川)

Grade –

Not yet determined Atjie MK. 3

A large amount of black cloth gathered together, took the shape of armor, and appeared around Frondier. Vinkys’ third improved fully autonomous golem. Frontier’s weaving, which replicates all structures, was implemented right down to the modules.

“What is this!”

“Golem? No, this delicate driving part is mechanical engineering!”

While they retreated in embarrassment, Frondier gave each golem a weapon. Those weapons were the same weapons used by the pros who faced the man just before.

“Let each of you fight on your own. “To give you a hint, the model is my older brother.”

“…You copied the skills of Ajie, the guy who doesn’t know fractions?”

Well, I didn’t make it.

Frondier kept those words to himself and swallowed them.

Ajie’s main weapon is, of course, a spear, but he is originally skilled in all types of weaponry. This golem, which Vinkis improved twice from its prototype, must have also acquired quite a bit of weapon technology.

How high is the acquisition rate?

There is no guinea pig as good as these here to test it out.

“Okay then.”

Frondier looked away. I saw the man I had faced a while ago with stab wounds all over his body.

“…Now wait a minute.”

The man stepped back without realizing it.

Seeing this, other pros rushed to Frontier.

“dare! “Something like this could stop us.”

Gaaaaang!

His words could not continue. The man, who was ignoring the golem and heading towards Frontier, quickly raised his sword in response to the golem’s swift strike.

The sensation of hitting something that was exactly like your own weapon was extremely unpleasant and terrifying.

“Ugh, these guys…!”

The golems thoroughly confronted the opponent designated by Frontier. In other words, it was like they were fighting each other holding the exact same weapons.

However, the basis of the golems’ movements comes from Ajie, and of course their fighting methods are different.

Can they really surpass Binkis’s imitation of Atjie?

It was interesting, but Frontier decided to finish what he was doing first.

“Then let’s keep fighting. “Now that there are no obstructions.”

Frondier took a step closer to the man, who was already bleeding from various cuts.

“Now wait a minute! “Wait for me”

Phuuk!

“Kaaaaak!”

The tip of the blade stuck in the man’s shoulder. They defended themselves with swords, but it was simply a matter of numbers.

In addition, the swords floating in the air stopped and flew again at will, so there was no way to deal with the chain attacks that unfolded in opposite directions.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!”

“There is no time to scream. “Let’s move on.”

Cough! Kaga River!

Push!

“Aaaaaah!!!”

This time it was my thighs. No matter how many sacks were hit, the result was the same.

The man held his shaking legs and looked at Frondier. The color of defeat was already deep in his eyes.

“Please save me. please. I was just given orders…”

The

man was cut off again. He looked at his left hand. No, I looked at where my left hand was.

“…!!”

There was no scream this time. Instead of pain, my left hand, which was neatly pierced by an excessively sharp blade, was filled with despair and futility.

“That’s what a professional does. Doing as ordered. “You are doing a great job.”

“Save me, save me….”

“That’s not a professional job. Begging for your life from the enemy? You became a professional after going through rigorous training and screening, right? “You just shouldn’t show your ugly face to a Constel student.”

Frondier’s words had no highs or lows.

It was the same voice I heard during the meeting.

“Are you right-handed? “You can still do more.”

“…what what…?”

Frontier’s words mean only one thing.

Since he was right-handed, I cut off his left hand on purpose.

When he realized this, something that held him together as a human being was broken.

“Sa Sa Sa Save me! Ouch! Aaaaaaaaa———!!!”

The man cried and ran away. His screams echoed inside the building, telling him to leave.

Suddenly,

“Aaagh!”

The man’s left ankle was cut off. He lost his balance and the man fell. I lost my left hand and left foot, so even when I tried to stand up again, my balance was off. To begin with, it was impossible for a man who had lost his mind to stand up on one leg.

Frondier’s neat steps followed the man who was crawling awkwardly.

The man hurriedly crawled as he felt with his whole body the sound of leisurely footsteps approaching from behind.

Without even thinking, I turned my back and ran away, but luckily I headed in the right direction. He was heading towards the exit of the building.

“It’s not in that direction.”

The man gritted his teeth as he listened to Frondier’s voice. Crazy guy! How can you deal with such a crazy bastard! He still had an Auror left behind.

If you use all the remaining strength you have to escape this building while Frondier is distracted, something will work out. Even though this is a remote part of the field, the probability that there are people nearby is not zero.

Believing in that faint possibility, the man crawled hard. it’s okay! When he reached the distance where he could rush to the exit, the man raised his head.

“…uh?”

But the exit was strange.

The door leading out that he had been looking at a moment ago slowly became mushy and soon lost its shape and fell to the floor.

weird. When I ran here, I confirmed that the exit was on this side. There was a door here that you could go out of just now.

Why did that thing melt, no, why did it become a liquid?

‘Uh…’

The man thought for a moment, not feeling any emotions for that moment.

Then, the person who turned and ran away wasn’t lucky enough to have an exit.

There was no such thing as luck from the beginning…

“I told you so.”

The still voice reached his ears with a mixture of drowsiness and boredom.

“It’s not in that direction.”

* * *

It was then that they realized that something had gone seriously wrong.

Frontier plays with one man, completely ignoring the pros. Nevertheless, professionals cannot approach him.

It was too much for them to just deal with one golem each.

‘These guys are strong…!’

The golem is completely autonomous and has an excellent algorithm, preventing others from accessing the frontier without the frontier having to issue commands.

While dealing with the golem, they heard the despairing screams of the man Frontier was playing with.

I witnessed with my own eyes his entire body being cut, stabbed with blades, and his hands and feet cut off. Even after seeing that, no one could even approach Frontier.

“huh?”

After a while, while they were barely able to deal with the golem, Frondier asked a question.

Frondier watched the golem and the pros fighting for a moment, then opened his mouth as if he had realized something.

“Oh, you’re just playing defense to protect me.”

Frondier spoke as if he had finally figured out the characteristics of the golem.

“There’s no need for that. “Kill them all.”

The order given to the golem was enough to break the spirit of the professionals.

“What what?”

The moment it switched to an offensive, the golem’s movements changed noticeably.

The golems had perfectly blocked all of the pros’ attacks so far, but now they narrowed the distance by easily deflecting or deflecting the attacks.

Boom—

boom!

One of the professionals was hit with a blunt object and was sent flying far away. Then he threw himself against the wall and rolled on the floor. And it didn’t move.

“——Mo everyone!”

At that time, the altered voice that threatened Frondier was heard again.

“Run! Run away!”

It was already a scream that had to be made, rather than an order.

The pros maintained their posture and stepped back. It wasn’t easy to retreat like that. In the process, several people lost their weapons and flew somewhere, or were cut and fell.

‘…that one!’

As they retreated and glanced at the exit door, their eyes widened.

The door they had to exit through was covered in black. It was definitely the black liquid used by Frontier.

“Drill it out! anyone!”

Someone shouted, but no one went towards the door.

As expected, they are all facing off against their own golems. Even if you just step back, someone will get hit and cut. It is absolutely impossible to show your back.

“Ugh!”

At that time, someone who had been hidden in the dark until now came out. Since no one could open the door, he came out.

He wore a long robe and a mask to hide his appearance, but Frondier saw it and smiled.

——You’re here, Eden Hamelot.