113 Episode 36. Each Support Group (3)

Muron's body, which died standing, was removed, but the natives were unable to hide because of the ritual to take out the mirror.

They had no choice but to take out their new products rather than their lives. Jin and Murakan were also unable to hide because they had to protect the natives in case of an attack.

"......I think the Lord of the Clown invoked the run of letters because of the authors among the natives. It's not just the natives."

"Maybe the Lord of the Tower has already been beaten by them. You'd better deal with it carefully, Boutapju."

"We should also keep in mind the possibility that their other party is holding the owner hostage."

Jean was Multa's rune, Murakhan's face covered with a mask. Thanks to him, he looked like the culprit who killed Muron at a glance.

The eyes of Midor Elner, the seven-horse tower owner overlooking the Jin group, filled with deep flesh.

"If the Lord of the Tower, no. If Muron was famous in their hands... I will surely inflict more pain on them than death...….”

"Midor, who clenches his teeth with his chin tight."

Jean was too far away to hear their conversation, but instead she felt keen hostility piercing her lungs.

Six dragons and thirty sorcerers. God damn it, I knew it, but when I met him in person, I realized that Muron was the top master.’

It is a force that is never short of dealing with a suitable country.

Around 30 or so of the natives who were not able to fight, they visited Jin, who was injured, and a black dragon, who was past its prime.

"After all, they arrived before the sea. You didn't fail, did you?"

Murakan's face, which looked up at dragons and wizards, also looked somewhat nervous.

"Dear Clam... ....”

"My Lord Clam."

The natives, on the other hand, whisper the name of their god. Standing in a circle, they did not give a single glance to the wizards of the Jipple as they proceeded with the ceremony.

He is completely focused on consciousness, holding down his fear with superhuman will.

with one's eyes closed

Aborigines who pronounce their now defunct scriptures in the old Colon language.

They had just faced a crisis of desperation, but there was a mystical and strange atmosphere in the ceremony.

"Well, anyhow, having a religion helps. You can rely on God at times like this. In that sense, why don't you and I set up a Soldier Bridge? Shadow brothers. That's a good name, too.

"Looking at the jokes still coming out, they're pretty good for you to see?"

"No, we're screwed. You and I can't guarantee an escape, let alone the natives. Do you happen to have any more Orgals pendant or something?"

"Will there be..."?

"Then choose quickly. Will he try to run away from the natives or die heroically fighting them? The former is not very likely to succeed.”

It wasn't a joke.

Murakan finished his judgment immediately after confirming the troops. We can't win in this state of affairs.

'Damn it, it would have been nothing in its prime. Temer, you damn bastard. The heart you stabbed a thousand years ago is still throbbing.’

Jean shook her head after a moment's thought.

"Now I can't give up the natives and run away. Let's drag it on a little longer.”

"What? How the hell can we drag it on? If they start going through magic, it's over.”

"But you're not. Those guys, come to think of it, they can't just hit us. You don't know exactly what Muron is, and maybe you think we're holding him hostage."

As it said, the Miedor and the Seven Wizards were not yet sure if Muron was alive or not.

'If they were sure of Muron's death, they would have hit us right away. But it's not that, so you must have all the possibilities in mind.’

Therefore, Jin judged that there was no possibility that the magicians would immediately turn this place into a mess, going through all kinds of high-level magic.

Most of all, even assuming Muron is dead, there remains another problem for wizards: "recovering bodies."

Flapping....!

The six dragons of the jipple carrying the wizard began to descend to the ground.

"Do you know any dragons? They're all hwaryons.”

"None. All the little ones that have been active since I fell asleep. And that's a red dragon, not a flower dragon. It's a subspecies of the pyroons. Must be the men of the Dragon Cardoon.”

The dragons of the 7th tower were not guardian dragons of contract wizards, but Kadun's. It means that none of the wizards that found Colon had a contract with God.

However, it is not just the wizard who signed with God.

The fact that Jean had been familiar with, she was once again feeling the sense of Midor, who had just begun to approach alone.

'Tough... equivalent to or more than Muron.’

Midor is still hiding his mana, but that's what his intuition as a magic user was saying.

'In addition, it has the full trust of other wizards. I'm closing the streets to myself against the fighters, but nobody stopped him.’

Buck. Buck. Buck....

With the natives turned against them, Jean made eye contact with Midor.

"I'm Midor Elner, the seven-horse tower of the Giffle. Where is your brother?"

It was a name I've never heard of in my previous life.

"Well."

Midor shook his head as Jean answered in a sour way.

"I don't know why you guys were after your brother. Your brother's personality seems to have caused you a grudge somewhere......? Or the dogs of Looncandel?"

"There is no reason to answer. How did you know we hit Muron?"

When Jean asked as if she didn't know, Midor unexpectedly did not hide the existence of the rune letters.

"There's a rune letter. If you activate it when your brother is in danger, the crystal ball of the seven towers will turn red."

"There was such a thing. Next time, I'll be careful when I fight against the masters of the Jipple.”

The reason why he spoke softly about the run letters of the tower owners, who are confidential to the outside world, was that he had no intention of keeping the losing party alive.

"I won't tell you to take off your mask, or just drop your weapon. But since I answered your question honestly, I'd like you to tell me one thing. Is my brother... alive?"

Midor's eyes, which he said so, were filled with deep sorrow as well as murder.

When Jean didn't answer for a while, Midor opened his mouth one more time.

"Answer me. I beg you as a blood relative. I'm sure you have a family, too. To be honest with you... ...if you'll tell me. This Midor Elner, I promise you, my honor as the Seven-horse tower's god. Even if I kill you, I won't touch your family."

As Midor continued to show an earnest attitude, Jean smiled bitterly.

"Yes, it's sad and painful for the blood to get hurt or die. But look over there, the sorcerer of the Jipple."

Jean pointed her finger to the left.

"What do you think that is? It's a grave. It's the grave of the natives your big brother killed just for fun. And look behind me. A man like you who lost his family is standing close to thirty.”

"Don't equate your brother's life with those petty bugs!"

Midor contorted his face with evil.

"You don't want to say that those worms and my brother are the same human beings! So not because of a grudge, but because you hit your brother to save those!"

"Yes."

"You're not already on this land......isn'

Jean nodded still.

"Muron is dead."

"Khhhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhhh."

Midor bursts into tears.

With thick tears dripping from his face, Jean and Murakhan were feeling the air rapidly becoming heavier.

Midor has begun to release mana.

"I will honor your brother's soul with your screams and blood. And you'll be forced to watch the worms you've been trying to protect are ravaged. Listen to the Seven Wizards of the Tower. Take them alive, we will never allow them to be killed."

The moment Midor finished speaking.

Poong!

'Huh?'

Suddenly a small explosion occurred just to the left of Jean's head.

Beep beep...!

A sharp blast injured my eardrum, and my ears started ringing like crazy. Jean knew what this magic Midor had memorized beforehand.

'Space explosion? This is Xu Nu's contractor. Only a wizard with perfect grace can do it.…?’

And there is only one such person in history.

Kellyak Zipple.

Before his return, Jean would often hear this story when he walked the path of a wizard. Kellyak Zipple uses magic to create an explosion in the air with no sign of forewarning.

The Kellyak Zipple is like a referee itself when a space explosion occurs.

'Why the interest on that?

I didn't have time to think about using it.

I said, "Bloose. Is this the bastard of Kelleyak? Even so, it is possible to share the power of Xu Nu.'

Then a second explosion occurred.

This time it was on the right side of the head, and likewise Jean couldn't avoid it. Even if you were in the best shape, it wouldn't be easy. Furthermore, it was too much to react with a body stained with internal injuries.

Beep, one more line of tinnitus overlapped.

The pitch formed by Multa's run almost completely blocks the seven-star knight's blow, but it doesn't have the function of blocking the "sound."

Midor recognized that Jin's pitching was a masterpiece and chose the most effective method of subjugation.

If there's still some mana left to summon Tess.

Qin could have created an area of absolute blue flames where spatial eruptions could not penetrate. The flame's owner's fire is not affected by Xunu's fire.

But it was impossible to summon Tess because of the reflux.

Turning his head, Murakhan was also seen barely avoiding attacks by other wizards.

The natives were not attacked at all, because of Midor's order to capture them alive.

The natives, who do not stop their consciousness even when the battle begins, will be out of breath despite the little magic. Since they don't run away anyway, they don't have to attack and violate Midor's orders.

"Was he dealing with my brother and suffering internal injuries? He acted as if he didn't care when he was talking to me. I'll give you a high regard for that. It's comforting that you didn't get caught off guard... I'll keep my word.”

Jean couldn't even hear Midor properly because of his increasingly disorderly tinnitus.

To make matters worse, he threw himself around to avoid a space explosion, and even turned back. Already eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Dark red blood was pouring out of every hole in the face.

'If you don't do this, the kid's gonna die! How the hell are you going to drag me out in front of those crazy eyes?…!’

Murakhan had no choice but to make up his mind.

"I'm going to transform myself into... One way or another, only the kid escapes. Damn it, I'm about to say goodbye.’

The past life passed like a flash in Murakan's mind.

For some reason, the past six years of being the guardian dragon of Jin came to mind more than the decades we spent together as the guardian dragon of Themeer.

Boom!

Out of nowhere, a white gate was opened in the middle of the historical site.

The thing that popped out of it, the overwhelming size.

a white toad

And a silver-haired woman and a girl riding on it.

"Huh, I guess I'm not late."

It was Talaris Endorma, the tragic lord.