108 Episode 35. The Tragedy of Colon (7)

"Bring it on! Mimul, stop it!"

"Yes!"

"All the natives gather near us!"

Murakan and Kashmir, there were too many drops of ice from the sky to stop them. It was frustrating that he could not turn into a dragon, even if he estimated it.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Uh."

The natives, whose necks were intact, screamed, and those who lost their voices to Muron barely uttered a low voice. However, there were many people who couldn't say anything and became stone statues.

"Hey! Move it! If you don't want to die!"

Murakan, who spat out curses, caught the natives one by one and threw them toward Kashmir.

"I'll send all the natives to you, so keep your head straight and stop the ice cubes!"

"Original residents, throw gently, Mr. Murakhan!"

Naturally, Jean, who had just been caught in an actuated magic trap, was unable to participate in the rescue.

Whoo....!

Under Qin's feet, a magic chain that came up from the shining Magic Circle tied Qin's feet.

Muron had a look of joy and madness. And as hundreds of ice cubes began to hit the ground in earnest, the ground was ringing as if there had been an earthquake.

"Very... ...a beautiful night, isn't it? Jean Looncandel."

Stretch!

a gin that slits down the bradamante and cuts the chain.

However, the chain was immediately re-formed no matter how many times it was cut off.

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's the magic of our seven-horse pagodas. It's hard to get out...….”

Big!

"......girl. Ah, was it a little bland? Don't look so scary. The magic trap is still full."

As soon as Muron's words fell, Jean removed the chain. When he strengthened his spirit and cut it down, the magic crew broke and disappeared.

However, it still shone with mana everywhere, and among them, it was impossible to move recklessly because it was a mixture of the magic lines that Jin saw for the first time.

'You're completely insane. How many traps have you set up? I couldn't even feel the trap because I couldn't read the flow of mana.’

Colon, where the Magic Circle was revealed, was no longer an abandoned site.

A kind of magic fortress. Jin had never fought where so many traps were set up.

And at first glance, Jin seems to have cut the chain off easily, but the reality has been quite a blow. For Jin, who has only recently succeeded in opening the sword, it is not easy to raise his spirits explosively after the opening.

'If all his traps are like this, it's hard. You can't blow up the spirit every time. If you do that, you'll run out of energy before you even reach Muron.’

Murakan and Kashmir cannot afford to save the natives. Which means you can't get help until you've run out of ice.

'But...... can an eight-star wizard control this much mana?’

I can't read the flow of mana, so I can't realize its scale.

All visible things were magic that required a great deal of mana to be seen.

Even the hundreds of ice blocks that are now hitting the aborigines, they will need more than 60 percent of the normal eight-star wizard's horsepower.

Even if the magic traps are pre-installed, these sensitive spells require considerable horsepower to maintain. Besides, I've even tried three high-level magic at once...….’

It was not the level of eight-star horsepower that Jean knew. Then it's nine.

'There's a magic amplification artifact. We need to find it and get rid of it.’

"What do you think?”

Another trap was triggered when Muron wielded his cane.

This time, from the rear of the gin, a beam of massive mana was fired, and as soon as he tried to throw himself away from it.

Suddenly dozens of little magicians entered Jean's vision. And it was a magic that Jean knew well.

"The land of erosion?"’

An eight-star earth magical essence in which when dozens of magicians begin blooming, anything in it is nourished and absorbed into the earth.

There are only two ways to stop it. To break with greater mana, or escape from its place.

Naturally, it was better to hit the beam head-on than to throw yourself toward the land of erosion.

Qua'ath!

When he cut through the middle of the beam, Bradamante's spirit and mana rubbed together and created a whirlpool. Some of the spouting mana grazed through the body, but there were no injuries that could strain the battle.

At the same time, the land of erosion spread out where Qin was trying to avoid. Seeing the dark red mana fill the air as if it were eating away, Jean had no choice but to swallow dry saliva.

'It was almost over at the last minute.’

It is possible that Jin can prevent eight-star mana rays because Young Gi is one level higher than Mana.

The watching Muron narrowed the space between the eyes.

'My father said that solderlet was the god of swords. Well, if Jean Looncandel gets it right, it'll be hard to deal with magic. Besides, that guy. My magic......do you understand?’

I thought it would be pure coincidence that he took the right to attack from the hell wind for the first time.

But even after the magic traps have been invoked, they are not embarrassed, and they do not escape to the side where the land of erosion has spread out.

Jean's behavior was too well matched to be regarded as a coincidence.

"You're not a horseman, are you?"

Jean's pupils dilated. It was fortunate that he was hidden from the pitch. Never before has he recognized his abilities so quickly.

The seven-horse tower of the Jipple Tower is not a place to get even pure blood.

If you have a big problem like Muron, more and more. Considering the atmosphere of the "Jipple," which values fairness externally, it is only possible to become a top player if you have more skills.

"Khehehe. No answer! I've got a feeling, you're a horseman."

Muron, who had been distancing himself from Jean, first began to narrow the distance.

Against Jin, who opened the sword, it is naturally not a common trend for Mureon, the wizard, to attempt a close race. The pre-prepared trap was also working well, so there was no need to narrow it down on purpose.

And Jean knew why.

'I'm going to inject mana into me and try to force backflow!’

The deadliest moment for those with mana is when the mana reverse flow began.

Therefore, the battle between wizards is easier to distinguish the high seas than the uninhabited ones, because it is the end when a sorcerer with stronger mana leads the opponent backflow.

The situation was not good.

In the midst of numerous magic traps that still shine, Jean was not free to travel as if she had been caught in a narrow gap.

Their master, Muron, on the other hand, is hardly affected, so Jean's excellent physical ability is largely offset.

"Magic backflow is the most humiliating defeat for those who handle magic...... khaha, ooh!"

However, Jin's strengths in close combat were not just swordsmanship and martial arts.

The moment Muron tries to stab the camp by planting mana at the end of the stick.

Pod!

Whenever there's a crisis, always!

Chen Mei's scintillation, an ancient light magic that once offered an opportunity.

At the moment when the sun-like intense light burst between the two, Jin smiled a smile of remorse, and Muron was forced to backtrack with his eyes tightly closed.

"What are you talking about?”

as soon as the spirit of Muron was lost for a moment

It was an extremely short moment, but the traps lost their light for a moment. Still, some of the ice blocks hanging in the sky were broken into pieces, and Bradamante scattered the black light.

Shayak!

The black particles of spirit remained in the track of the sword.

A clear sense of bone and flesh cut across the fingertips.

'Left arm, that's too bad.’

I was going to split it in two, but the only thing that was cut off was Muron's left arm. It was because Muron used mana to compress the air momentarily, twisting the trajectory of Bradamante.

'Unwitching sense, almost like a beast. Magic may be worse than Andrey, but in a way, it's a more prickly opponent.’

As he was unsure that he could kill for further attacks, Qin instead decided to escape the land covered with traps.

Although the entire colon is filled with magic traps anyway, the most dangerous of the magic that Jean has ever identified was on this side.

Took.

The left arm of Muron, who fell to the ground, was swirling with spirit on the affected part. The same was true of Muron's shoulders, but the remaining spirit slowly gnawed at the bones and flesh.

"Wow... ...that's great! The power of light magic and shadow. I'd love to, really."

Ugh!

A short groaned Muron formed a small mana blade and smiled, cutting out the affected parts that had been eroded in spirit.

Like an arm cut off, a face that doesn't matter. It is by no means a bluff.

He was enjoying this fight.

"You'll think I'm crazy, right? But Jean Looncandel, you're not covered by the pitch either, but......I think he's got a pretty good look on his face. You're my kind. They like to fight."

Of course it was Muron's illusion.

"Think what you want. I'll allow you that much freedom until you kill him."

"Thank you very much. But can you really kill me? Our uncivilized friends......because I think he'll protect me. Let's see, you've written three so far."

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you think it was a little weird? You're very well versed in magic. There's no way I don't know my mana is more than eight stars."

I wrote three.

Jean, who had been brooding the line for a while, breathed a sigh into her mind.

"Muron Zipple, don't tell me you're...….”

"No way! It's exactly what you think! I'm using our uncivilized friends as a magic amplifier."

"You're using humans as a catalyst?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you, hmm."

Poong!

Suddenly, Muron fired a mana gun and blew up a whole small building on the side. It's a building that's already been falling on ice half way down.

It was where Dino said there was a "basement room where the original residents were taken."

What had settled and revealed was the aborigines piled up like piles of garbage with letters all over their bodies. I can't see all of them, but all the natives who have been taken so far seem to be there.

Not only Kashmir, but also Murakan shook his head at the terrible sight.

Dino fell down with a disheartened face.

"Why do I show myself my weakness, a face I don't understand?"

"Your ass..."

"I'm showing you because I'm curious how precious the lives of the natives are. How precious is it that the three of us aren't playing together, Jean Looncandel, you're the only one dealing with me?”

Muron darted his lips.

"If you want to finish me off, get rid of all those mana pouches right now. They're still alive. And the three of you come at it together. It's simple, isn't it? Let's get rid of the good, conscientious false bravado, and let's go hot, hahaha."

Whoo.

The moment Jean sighed low once low sigh.

"I'm lying!"

Somewhere a woman cried out.

"It's a lie, it's not the same people over there who are strengthening his mana, it's our property!"