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I looked at Sereraji with a hollow laugh inside.
When I fought the assassins made up of Mana's exiles before my return, it was like a street dog fight.
I fought fights that I can't brag about anywhere, like poking someone in the eye with my thumb, biting their neck, and slashing their legs with a dagger.
“I’ve met guys like you more than once in my life!”
Today was different.
“Are you some kind of human hunter from a philosophy department who can’t find a job? You catch passersby and force them to lie on your bed. If they’re too small for the bed, you stretch them to death. If they’re too long, you cut off their legs.”
Sereraji let out a roar and casted her magic.
Her posture was upright, her bearing was commanding, and she seemed more annoyed than desperate.
“If you have eyes, see my brilliant talent. Do you want to kill a wizard like me because reality doesn’t fit your ideal of equality for all people? Isn’t that a loss for the entire human race?”
Flash!
Every time she drew a watermark in the air and struck her staff, sparks flew and the witch hunter rolled on the floor.
I could tell because I was a person who could handle the power of words and spirits.
Saaaaah-.
A tremendous amount of mana was gathering in this rock mountain.
It was faster for Serenade to draw mana than for the Witch Hunter to absorb and disperse it.
Two witch hunters climbed up the side of the cliff.
Because of its vague presence, I saw it only after it was almost all the way up, but it's not too late.
I shook off my feeling of helplessness and ran.
“If you reveal your name and rush in, it is a warrior’s challenge, but if you sneak in without revealing your name, you are a vile thief!”
There were two tricks to dealing with guys with low presence.
The first was a melee fight at elbow-to-elbow distance, and the second was a wide-area technique that completely swept the surface.
“A flame that blooms while swaying!”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flames shot out in a swirling motion following my hand gesture.
A flame that stretched over 10 meters engulfed the two men.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Ugh!”
As their bodies sucked away mana, my magical fire quickly went out.
But the black and white robes were burnt black, the men were deeply burned, and their screams and groans clearly revealed their location.
“You are not black and white, you are pitch black! How can we live together with those who cannot compromise?”
Even those ugly illusions in my nightmares only seemed like night guests when I screamed.
“I will give you what you have been crying out for!”
puck!
I kicked one guy in the chest with all my might.
One of the witch hunters was pushed all the way down the cliff.
“No. Even this may not be what you guys were hoping for.”
wickedness!
The second witch hunter lowered his stance and thrust out his dagger.
The trajectory was exactly right between the ribs, aiming for the lung.
The white divine power was like a mana blade.
I blocked it with dragon scales wrapped around my right hand like a shell.
With a “clunk,” the divine power subsided and the dagger shattered.
“I even came back after shaking that off.”
Even through the mask, I could sense that the guy was flustered.
His right hand was covered in scales, but his left hand still wore a clingy black glove called the 'Invisible Hand'.
He moved the mana inside his body and infused it into his gloves.
A feeling like a third arm shot up my spinal cord, and I moved that arm to grab the thing's lower jaw and push down with all my might.
With a “snap,” the bastard’s jaw fell off.
“Ugh!”
The bastard rolled on the floor without even screaming.
A poisonous gaze glared at me from behind the mask.
I thought I heard a voice saying, “You fu*king half-blood nobles.”
“Call His Majesty the Archduke Valencian. Whom does this lowly being dare to kill?”
I met his gaze head on and beat his head until he stopped moving.
“My older sister is the pride of the royal family, and is a wizard who will protect this world from now on. She is not someone who should be held back by the likes of you.”
Sereraji has just completed a long order.
“The sound of a crown falling to the ground!”
Magic that was normally possible without a spell now had to be cast with incantations and starter words.
“It’s lightning.”
But the fresh smile on his lips would not disappear.
Flash!
White flashes of light shot down from the crimson sky, extending like tree branches, and a dozen witch hunters rolled across the ground again.
There were even some that burned completely without leaving a trace.
Now there were more people lying down than standing.
The men faced each other with their masked faces and took one or two steps back.
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The bushes parted and another one walked out.
The man was holding a strange horn, and Sereraji frowned when he saw it.
“Little brother. That-.”
He blew his horn, but there was no sound.
The next moment I felt a ringing in my ears.
Sereraji looked at me, pursed her lips, and clicked her tongue.
It wasn't just the sound of the horn that was heard.
It was an absorbing barrier.
I was dumbfounded at this absurd situation.
It was a case that had not been encountered even before the regression.
Do witch hunters use magic tools?
* * *
We pushed them back against the cliff, but they pushed us back against the cliff again.
Swish, swish!
It was worth seeing how they narrowed the siege by communicating in sign language.
White, divine blades and hammers blazing with divine power tried to tear and destroy our bodies.
I pulled up the power of Yongchan even further and roared at the sky.
“… … ! … … !”
Tsk tsk tsk!
A mediocre magic tool couldn't bind me and Sereraji.
But I had no idea how the sound-absorbing barrier made of that hornpipe would ever disappear.
In the darkness, sacred blades swung.
It was only then that I realized what the horn was.
Whether artificial or real, it was a sacred relic.
shit.
Langsowa was a republic that preached equality for all people, and naturally became close to the Gwangmyeong Church, which preached equality for all people before the God of Gwangmyeong.
So even the common soldiers would have armed themselves with prayers and divine powers and cast spells.
A witch hunter from such a country would have had some sort of holy relic, and if it was a holy relic, it would be able to withstand my power.
After thinking that far, I hugged Sereraji and tried to jump off the cliff.
This body will be able to withstand the shock of the fall.
But Sereraji firmly shook his head.
Two eyes of different colors were staring at the leader of the witch hunters blowing the horn, and long fingers were moving endlessly, forming a hand sign of overlapping triangles, squares, and circles.
Although he still maintained a cold and haughty expression, beads of sweat like grapes ran down the back of his neck and temples.
She was a genius, but she was a genius who believed in her passion and hard work more than her talent.
She said with her eyes.
'Can you hold on for three minutes?'
I swore at him with my eyes.
'Don't talk nonsense.'
'Please.'
ah.
really.
world.
I rolled my feet once and stood in front of Sereraji.
Swish, swish!
Dozens of witch hunters rushed in, kicking the ground.
Under the night sky, only metal masks and divine weapons glittered.
I raised my longsword, Black Sword, while wrapping scales around my hands and arms.
Crunch!
One of the witch hunters fell with his face cut in half along with a clean cut.
Phew, phew!
At the same time, two daggers and a hatchet sliced through my side and collarbone, and a warhammer struck my temple.
earth!
I swore at them, poking their eyes with my fingers, kicking their legs, and biting their necks.
I grabbed the hem of the witch hunter's clothes as he passed me and headed towards Sereraji, and when he tried to shake off my hand, I tore at his flesh with my evil force.
The leader of the witch hunters came trudging forward, holding a longsword that only a paladin could wield.
It looked like it would hurt a lot if I got stabbed by that knife.
I could see the guy smiling even through his mask.
'Go eat some shit.'
I pointed my finger at the bastard's face.
He pointed his sword at me.
Wooooow-!
The next moment, the longsword that had come close to my nose disappeared as if time had been turned back.
Boom!
A force field that seemed to be made up of blue granules pushed them away all at once.
It was the magnetic field of Sereraji.
I let out a sigh of relief and stuck out my tongue.
It's amazing that he was able to perform this level of magic with just water in a situation where Mana couldn't even move properly.
It was an achievement worthy of being included in the biographies of great people.
Sereraji smiled at me and raised his cane.
Even though there was clearly a sound-absorbing barrier in place, I thought I could hear her sharp voice.
“I am special to the core.”
These were the words of a wizard who, after working hard to become special, became truly special.
Black powder gathered around her staff, forming a long swirl.
Tsk tsk tsk!
It was a four-season blade.
The fog-like blades split into dozens of lines and extended out.
Oh my, oh my!
The sight of the witch hunters' necks and limbs being cut off without a sound was unrealistic even to me, who had experienced many wars.
The leader of the witch hunters raised his longsword again.
The blade of divine power burned softly.
At that moment, two fingers quickly emerged from the bushes and touched the back of the witch hunter leader's knee.
A tiny blue current shot out, and the captain's body swayed.
It was such a secretive attack that anyone who saw it would have thought the captain had staggered on his own.
I didn't miss that moment, ran out and snatched the horn.
Wow!
The sound came back, along with the sensation of glass breaking.
“This son of a bitch dares to kill me and my sister Sereraji on the same day?”
I picked up the leader of the witch hunters and threw him off the cliff.
There were huge foreign objects wandering around the Magic Core, but it was none of my business.
* * *
The leader of the witch hunters is dead, and the holy relics have been taken.
I could feel the witch hunters trembling even beyond their masks.
“A flame that blooms while swaying.”
I lit the flame, and Sereraji extended his iron blade beyond his magnetic field.
It was still not easy to move mana, but if we could just cast spells, they were no match for us.
Instead of the bastards, I looked at the bushes where the hand that helped me defeat the leader of the witch hunters had come from.
It was definitely Eric.
He must have come running out of breath to ask how this situation arose, with the alien army advancing on Langsowa.
Given his personality as someone who values his people like his own life, it was clear that he was also feeling sorry about this situation.
I snickered, hung my black robe, and spoke clearly so that the witch hunters could hear.
“Go back and tell them. If you don’t withdraw immediately, all the towns and cities near your border will be in flames. This isn’t a prediction. I will make sure it happens.”
The witch hunters faced their masked faces.
Some held daggers as if to strengthen their resolve, while others gnashed their teeth as they watched the growing number of foreign objects at the bottom of the cliff.
I laughed bitterly and lifted my chin.
“If you wish to continue, you may continue. The pinnacle of bloodlines, the natural ruler, the Grand Duke of Irrationality, the Dragonblood Imperial Family of the Soletaras Empire will roast you to a crisp.”
This was not some kind of psychological warfare, it was just my pure desire to be brutal.
The spot where I had been hit by the sacred dagger still felt like it was burning.
“Take the challenge or run away. Yes. I’d rather not leave any regrets this time.”
As the flames of the dragon's words flowed into the black tower, the black blade glowed orange.
Damn it.
When I took one step forward, they took one step back. When I took two steps forward, they took two steps back.
As I was wondering what I should shout to make them run away in a nice way, they disappeared as silently as they had come.
"majesty!"
Cheeeeek.
I heard the sound of Tentia Sir running towards me.
“King! Where have you been and what have you been-.”
I instinctively let out a word of resentment.
The path leading up to the cliff must have been blocked by the Tentia Lord, but how on earth was she blocking it that the witch hunters came rushing in like this?
“Please do not forgive me, Your Majesty. I am lacking-.”
Sir Tentia bowed her head before me.
I saw behind her the corpses of the witch hunters, the corpses of the Langso and the scouts, a total of about 200.
The corpses piled up so high that they blocked the road.
If it weren't for Lord Tentia, they would all have come, and we would have definitely been overwhelmed by the barrage of troops.
I sighed softly and shook my head.
“No sir. You did well enough.”
Back at the cliff, Sereraji and Eric were facing each other.