Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- The fever that struck my body abruptly as the curfew approached may have been such an anger at irrationality.

My body is hot. So hot.

Calories, like when you catch a cold, are not comparable.

I had a fever at Laceft's house one day, like when I was asleep.

Is your body screaming because you were placed in such an iron fire?

Or are you not comfortable with the fact that you will die and are starting to break?

Your body temperature rises at an incredible rate, as if your whole body were on fire.

If I kept moving, this body was so imprisoned by heat that I even had such a fear that my body would never move again.

- Your body could burn.

- Your body could burn out.

Such a fright becomes a whisper and tightens his heart.

I was wondering if it would be irrevocable.

I thought you were going to die.

But still, you shouldn't lose here.

Yes, because if we lose here, all the effort we've been piling up will disappear like bubbles and disappear.

At that time I fought at the Marquis Mansion.

I said I wouldn't give up.

I said I'd scratch it.

Then you must resist until the last moment (when) these arms burn -

The moment I put the drink back into my mind, the heat carried by my body further increases its temperature.

But somehow, I was beginning to feel like it wasn't a bad hospice.

To that evidence, the thought gradually clears up so that it is inversely proportional to the body's heat.

It's like manipulating your body here and now, somewhere else, a strange feeling overlooking you. It also seemed to have been placed in the extreme concentration known as the zone, which the famous athletes experienced.

A slight respite, given in the blurry air. The movement of the Imperial soldier visible in front of him is slowly stalled as if he had been thrown in the water.

In the meantime, I searched for the means that were left to me right now - surprisingly, I found them immediately.

Immediately move the [practicing magic] you had in your body to your right fist and shake your right arm.

The opponent holds a spear. You can't even hit it if it's normal in terms of time, but this fist never swings empty.

- Far away. That's who this attack is. It was also this move that I had previously used in the warehouse of the Rustinelle capital for a magician and broke his body into letters.

I could see the mouth of an Imperial soldier swollen on the lid as I laid out my aim in the place where I would slap him in.

Apparently, he laughed at the conflicting resistance, but the imagination is fantasy.

Immediately after swinging through his right fist, the Imperial Soldier is struck with a [Smelting Magic] strong impact on his face. There is no defense. I don't even work that imagination. That is why the Imperial Soldier was greeted on the spot.

He seems to have managed not to fall down and trample, but he still can't kill the gaps that come from it. He took advantage of the opportunity of a thousand encounters, regained the sword that had been removed for a moment and jumped, slashing the neck of the Imperial Soldier without fail with the procedure of slashing him.

"Grrr."

It conveys the response and sound of slashing a heavy water bag, and I hear voices that don't even scream.

Pay the blood on your sword by putting the blood behind you that erupts all at once from your broken neck muscles.

You can hear it from behind, the sound of a sharp, falling down indicating desperation.

Now we have one less. But the Imperial Soldiers still exist on this occasion, even for what Seylan defeated. Still, there was a long way to go to get through this predicament.

On the other hand, I guess I blamed my people for seeing them fall, and one of the wizards who seemed to be behind me turned this way and started casting spells. [Ancient Arts] words and idioms that sound uninterrupted. [Wind] [Gown moans] [Invited to scream madly]. To think from them, this is the magic of the wind. From the flow of the spell. Perhaps the epic will be extracted from the Spirit Age and the wording will be more than seven verses.

You made an inadvertent decision because of the distance, and the long spell wasted would be a handful that could be described as fatal on this occasion.

In contrast to such magic, the magic this one overlaps,

- Wind. Formation. Lian. Go. Shattered. Empty. Break. Wind, make an iron wheel. '

- Whirlwind Generating Aggressive Magic, [Tai Feng Wun (Hyblade)].

This is magic used by enemy demon leaders in a warehouse in Rustinel's capital. The spell strength is terribly sweet because of overlapping too many unconnected words, but this situation before the magician exercises his magic would be to the extent that it can withstand use.

Point to heaven and stir the air to turn the wheel. He flanked the earthly smoke that rose around him under the influence of wind pressure, and now shot out the wind's ring of war with his mouth spinning [Ancient Arts].

"Ha-ha-ha."

Pull the tail of several strips of wind and dust backwards like a thread, and the wind battle wheel spins. Scratching the ground, jumping in the sky and impending with irregular movements is where the Mage Master stands.

The voice stained with the magician's amazement. The words were spun out of his mouth. Before that, he was torn apart and blown apart by a battle wheel with his body.

- Remaining, about 700 mana.

Then make sure there are no hostile Imperial soldiers here to turn their purpose to a policy of poking across the lines of Imperial soldiers who moved to defeat Seylan.

One Imperial soldier's weapon caught my eye. Engraved on the tip of a black spear. It has [anger] and [fireman] engravings that give the weapon the power of fire.

This is just fine.

"- Riverside powder hiccups. Wheat flour hiccups. Bad hands, bad procedure. Afterwards, it's out of hand because it's sidelined. In the end, the flour became smoke and scattered."

- Smokescreen sprayed assistive magic, [Failure in a waterwheel cabin (Exposure dust)].

This is magic that just sprinkles powder and creates a smokescreen.

This is not offensive in itself and can be easily paid for because it is flour smoke.

Then the spells are summed up in negative words, crude that at the end of the day the name of the lapse comes in.

On this occasion, however, the poor handling and roughness are not pleasant.

When magic is activated, wheat flour will soon rise to encompass the imperial soldiers who were about to strike Seylan. They were influenced by the wind direction and extended to the imperial soldiers they had refrained from, bringing in the majority of the imperial soldiers on this occasion.

"Smokescreen!

"Don't flinch! Blow it up!"

Imperial soldiers hate the smokescreen and try to pay it off.

Due to the high amount of powder, magic cannot be used for fear of inhaling it.

If you accidentally escape the smokescreen, Ceylan knocks you down, so it's mundane.

For that reason, I really have no choice but to pay with my hands or weapons.

Naturally, so is that soldier with the engraved weapon from earlier.

I don't know if it's reflexive, but I wave a weapon engraved with fire. I shake it.

Yes, too inadvertently.

Moments later, the firepowder emitted by the black spear ignites the flour and the white smoke screen is vividly stained. Along with the explosion sound, the sound flies out of my ear, a shock wave rushing through me. The flame ignited to chain to a flammable powder, which eventually turned into a giant fire column.

The raised airflow that occurs winds the vortex, creating a small swirl of flames.

Imperial soldiers trapped in the midst of the explosive burning of the smokescreen have no way to escape from it.

Armor, screaming, flesh, everything is burned, and the smell of the flames smoking and the burning smell of the flesh drifts. All you see in the flames are still black shadows.

The Imperial soldiers are in the midst of a nasal cry at all.

... There are multiple conditions for dust eruptions to occur and it is known that it is surprisingly difficult to artificially cause this. Naturally, it's not as easy as it would be with powder and sparks, but this magic recreates the accident at the waterwheel cabin.

It is therefore equipped with a 'flaw' that accidents that may occur in waterwheel huts tend to be easy to cause no matter what.

... I thought it involved a lot, but Dusseia and most of his men, apparently, escaped the flaming ordeal. Again, to exploit natural phenomena, unlike the magic of [Dwarfster], it lacks certainty is the sluggishness of this method of warfare?

I'm still sorry that I have less magic.

- Remaining, 670 mana.

The surviving Imperial Soldier seems to be calling for something, but he can't hear it or need to hear it right now because of the explosion. "Kill" or "knock it down" anyway. It only comes up with noisy words, so it doesn't make sense from what I've heard crumbling.

In contrast, this one - stops straight on the spot.

As weak and exhausted as possible.

Vertigo, I won't forget to show you off balance.

Naturally, an imperial soldier who sees it as an opportunity, comes under attack.

Just by myself.

It's unexpected. If I am surrounded, I have no choice but to come here and use it sparingly because I am still a child.

Anyway, so this one doesn't have to move anymore.

Don't move as immobile, stand up silently.

That's why soldiers would not have doubted victory.

Because we can step into time without any worries.

"That's it -"

"Arcs!!

With the screams of Seylan, the sound returns to my ears.

But there's nothing to be afraid of.

If left defenseless, the enemy's attacks will be massive. We'll stop fighting to make sure we kill him.

So the soldier, as he himself had in mind, shook his spear wide on the spot.

Hands on eagle fry toward the mouth of a soldier full of such gaps.

From there, like taking something important.

- Take it away. Take it away. Let it be his fate. Every breath is constant in front of this hand. Palms that grab the source of acid, you're the intake collector. '

- Oxygen Harvesting System Aggressive Magic, [Exhaled Demon Hand (Reversal Aeria)]

Immediately after casting the spell, the breath-taking soldier faints.

The momentum of the assault rolled over the ground and remained motionless with Pickle

Because of the low movement of [magic letters (artsglyphs)], others would have looked like they had fallen just by putting their hands together.

The identity of this coma is acid deficient. Acid depletion does not occur because you can't breathe, it is a phenomenon that occurs when oxygen concentrations in the air diminish. The condition of the air you inhale just changes, and humans fall in an instant.

... there is no way to prevent this from happening to humans. The oxygen supply of the human body is carried out by gas exchange between the alveoli and blood, because that is the 'exchange', therefore, when the exchange takes place, the oxygen in the air and the oxygen in the blood are instantly replaced. No matter how much air you inhale, the concentrations you need for life activities will change, so there's nothing you can do about it.

Hold your breath and you'll be fine. This was a previous issue with that idea.

It is an attack that has poked a hole in the human body.

The defeat of another soldier silences the small battlefield for a moment, Shin.

Soon all the remaining Imperial soldiers, including Dusseia, were turning their hostility to this one. Just now, I'm going to take Ceylan out of my sight and hit him with the obvious intent to kill him.

- Remaining, 570 mana.

Now what will we do next?

You won't be coming any closer aggressively to be vigilant than you recently defeated.

Then I'll have to sue the jumper.

So move your mouth in anticipation of it.

"Keep an eye on the remaining arrows! Isuyu -"

'- I won't allow anything to move. I won't allow anything to fly either. No man, no bird, no beast, no worm, the commandment of an inescapable star. The puller than the well is always greedy.'

- Gravity laminated auxiliary magic, [puller than well (gravity well)].

Before instructions pop out of Dusseia's mouth, complete the chant of the foregone spell.

The violet-colored [magic lettering (arts glyph)] spreads into the space ahead and swirls around, eventually emptying a bottom invisible hole in its center.

Fulfilling, peeking, Nara or Abyss?

Plugged into a space of high gravity, the arrowball does not withstand the doubled gravity and reduces its momentum. All of the arrowballs flying this way crashed powerlessly before they reached us.

- Remaining, 450 mana.

Well, now I'm finally out of my mind. Should I use the magic of the less expensive category once and [Magnetic Feather (Magnetic Force)] and [Spinning Barrel] one at a time? I can't afford it. Rather, it's an amount that you can't beat in time to defeat all.

After all, I can't help but regret the lack of magic.

"Hey, what's that kid..."

What you hear is a mixed surprise voice of fear.

But I don't care about that stuff. I don't know how I can get through here with this little amount of magic right now, because that's the only thing I have to stick to all the time.

The destination is...... it's still far away.

I look at where I have to go, and I think of words like that on my pretend.

How could I feel so far away right now, when it was supposed to be only a little under Seylan?

Imperial soldiers attacking. One in the lead and the other behind. Two in total.

Apparently, he's still being licked.

The leader waves his sword at himself.

But it's raw. How can I feel this is sharp compared to my uncle's sword strike or the old man's sword in the man's world? Pull the sword flash of the horizontal giraffe back slightly to avoid it and cross it so that it slips right through. Has the Imperial Soldier lost sight of himself for a moment because of his small target? He mowed the Imperial soldier's right leg with golf swing guidelines while thanking him for being short all this time.

The lower part of the knee is launched into space with a scream.

But I can't stay long.

Now with the momentum to overtake the splashing blood, he stuck the cutting edge of his sword into the second person, who was later, | two strong (3 meters) ahead.

"What - Ha!?

The voice of surprise was stopped by a single right hand thrust of divine speed.

The identity of the technology that stuffed the distance in an instant is that move that I've been practicing for a long time.

It's a walk away from zeroing the distance between you and your opponent, in a man's world reading, and stepping into time in an instant. It's still 'backwards', but still, from the enemy, they couldn't seem to keep their eyes on it.

Imperial soldiers remain irresistible.

He was pierced to sew a gap in his armor and was blown away under the impetus of the assault.

- Get out of here. Yes, it was.

I remember those words I heard one day, and I hear Dusseia.

"Don't try to spread out and hang it! Surround and kill!

Such instructions rise. I guess this time I'm going to tell you to focus all your efforts on yourself.

Just like we did to Seylan earlier, it's an arithmetic to put it together and surround it.

- But thanks to that, the soldiers came together just fine.

'- I want water. I want it now. In our fields, more grace than heaven, pour down. "

After the chant, when I put my hand in heaven, I ascend to the sky to the water-colored [magic letters (artsglyphs)].

Eventually water poured around like a bucket spilled from the sky instead of a water-colored [magic letter (arts glyph)].

The water was scattered. Yes, water. Magic that simply sprinkles water, that's all that works.

But every imperial soldier on the spot blues his face in despair.

"Mi, water......!?

"Chi, scattered. Yeah, yeah!!

Dusseia's anger echoes. In this situation, they correctly understand how much danger bathing water can cause. Even if you don't understand the principles of electricity, maybe you do because you're an empire soldier who's been at war with the kingdom forever.

Yes, there is now a man here who manipulates the magic of thunder.

"Your Highness."

Speaking to me like I asked, Saylan said, "Okay?" My gaze is pointed at me as I say. When I snorted firmly at it and responded, Seylan started casting a spell.

An imperial soldier turns to Seylan, but he can't make it if he tries to stop it now.

Naturally, all of the Imperial soldier's intentions were directed against him.

That's why running away from the water won't happen either, in order to avoid energization.

Naturally, the water was scattered to cover a wide area, as it was sprayed over the fields.

I wasn't sneezing around on one side. In that,

"- Boom. Scream. In the will of the Dragon King, the dazzling light penetrates'

What you hear is a short chant.

It is not necessary to use a long spell because it is only for transmitting electricity.

Lightning emitted from Seylan's hands immediately energizes the water.

An Imperial soldier showers lightning from his feet.

A bunch of soul-cutting screams I hear. Even though it is deadly and falls into a reservoir of water, it still crawls around it so that the lightning snake protects its prey.

After the Imperial soldier collapsed after being burned by lightning.

Slip your shoes and jump the lightning snake with the splash.

Eventually, the white smoke rose with the thin ones.

What you see ahead is a look that gives you a hunch about the despair of Dusseia, who stuck up a surprise.

"... stupid. Why are you standing there and staying safe?"

That stuff is easy. I heard that the magic of Seylan combined light and heat, and then stamped it beforehand.

"- [Unguided]"

…………

Only that [Ancient Arts] is spoken, but Dusseia remains a frightened face. In this world where the concepts of [electricity] and [thunder] are not common, of course, I guess there is no reason to know first.

Now, the electricity's not coming through. Conditions apply that if it is not a direct hit, but an indirect one…

"Then, silly... that ten elite men were hit in such a moment...?

One of the mighty soldiers brought by Dusseia releases a shuddering groan, trembling in amazement.

When the ambush succeeded and all the Kingsguards fell, they should have been sure of the victory.

I guess that's why no one, no one, he didn't even predict that this would happen, etc.

"Who the hell are you...?

I can hear no one like that.

Dusseia Lubanca, deputy general of the eastern side of the British Empire, spoke the question.

To the question of the man imprisoned by surprise, the answer is...

- Magic conductor, Arcs Laceft.

Speak your own name while caught in heat.

Here I am, doing this.

So here I am, fighting.

To prove for sure that I am not disqualified here.

The ground, and now it's time to come to Seylan.

"Tz......!

When you step out, your body just starts screaming.

To fatigue, with a small body. Various factors overlapped and the ringing of distress struck the body.

- Even if this is all we do, there are still ten remaining enemies.

They're still a long way off.