The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

It was all weapons that wanted to be filled in space.

Sword, spear of course, trident, spear, bow, axe, hammer, great sword, knife......

Just stating the type is going to make my voice sound loud.

Anyway, countless weapons were pointing at me.

Eventually it is ejected.

Up, down, left, right, front, back. There's no escape.

Of course, there's no gap to dodge, and I can cut it off even with my focus, such as taking it all out.

Because this is my move.

There are no gaps, no weaknesses, no measures.

If activated, they will continue to eject until they dust the enemy in front of them.

Life goes away, even the remaining flesh goes extinct.

That's why it's a special attack.

There is only one way to counter this move.

I spinned the magic that flowed inside me.

When you concentrate your magic on your hands, you release them all at once.

I started the magic.

[Warriors wear Thousand Blades (Southand), Thousand Spears (Blades)]!

A comparable weapon appears around me.

Pointing the tip of the blade at the flying weapon, it accelerated like a shell.

Too much, too much...

The noise of a shitty sword trident rings.

My mom and I are the only ones in the big space.

But the scale of that sound is similar to the sound of a battlefield where a million versus a million soldiers wash their blood with blood.

But I don't have time to indulge in the sound and smell of that battlefield.

Just keep concentrating and bouncing your flying weapons back by your magic.

"Hmm..."

Mom leaks her breath.

I thought I would be prevented from Special Attacks and upset, but the other way around.

What was affixed like a mask was an invincible grin.

"I didn't know [a warrior puts a thousand blades on (Southand) and a thousand spears on (Blaze)]. Fourteen years after birth...... It takes about six years for consciousness to recover from reincarnation, so the actual training period is eight years? That's good. We've reached this height."

"Fuck you, it's me."... Come on, we've prevented the Special Attack. What are we gonna do from here? Do you want to keep hitting the magic of the Special until the magic runs out?

"I don't mind if you do."

Mom laughs spirally.

Chip!

I guess you know an approximate amount of magic over here.

Even if they break the magic of the special, that's probably why they can afford it.

It seems true.

The overall amount of magic is much higher.

Besides.

"Come on, let's get you a little serious"

Mommy concentrates more magic in her hands.

Then I heard a tall noise with Gin.

One trident plays my purified sword.

He came towards me, but I guess he was already off track.

Blush your cheeks and stand on the ground behind you.

A few more weapons crept through my [warrior puts a thousand blades on (Southand) and wears a thousand spears on (Blaze)]

Again...

Different digits of magic power output.

With the number of weapons refined, I was losing.

It's getting harder to deal with.

I even concentrated and turned up my magic output anyway.

The magic circuit in your body is hot.

I can see the magic is diminishing.

I was already starting to poke at the bottom.

Already, I was squeezing my magic without it, burning my soul and defending my opponent's magic.

"It's about time."

Unbeatable......

No, I can't lose.

For your people?

I don't deny that either.

I can never lose to reward the students who believed in me.

I swore to my father in the first place.

Let me prove the superiority of [the villagers],...

You can't abandon that in the middle of the road.

Above all.

Even if it's "me” right in front of you.

even in one finished form.

Put it on everything, even if they go over me...!

There can't be two characters defeated by Russell Guiller Stark!!

"It's time to settle down"

Mom waves.

Then another 10,000 weapons were refined.

By contrast, less than ten are around me.

All of them were making halfway through.

It was already difficult to refine.

If you noticed, I was bloody.

The flesh is shaved off, the tendon of the left arm is cut off, and the arm cannot even be raised.

On the toe of his right foot, a sword is stabbed like a pile.

Still, I won't stop resisting.

Brace your right hand and squeeze your magic.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Release the mood of tearing.

Then, ten blades were in a thousand, and a moment later, ten thousand.

"Hmm...... Do you still have so much magic left? Let's go with the second round, sage."

[Warriors wear Thousand Blades (Southand), Thousand Spears (Blades)]!

Me and Mom's voices overlapped and 10,000 blades bumped into each other in space.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Bang!!

A rough, sealed door was blown from within.

Several girls and young people enter the room.

And I saw more sights of the battlefield than that battlefield, breathtaking.

"What the... this..."

"Not worn out"

"Where's Russell?

"Brother!

It was Rowan, Cecil, Sarasa and Sheila who came in.

Supporting Russell - No, his immature companions, supported by Russell, stepped inside the room in such a way as to fear.

There were swords and spears piercing everywhere.

I guess there was some huge structure.

There was a splash of vitreous there.

What the hell was the fight like?

The space transformed into a graveyard of weapons is so different that it makes speculation difficult.

Then Sheila's steps, who was walking in the lead, stop.

Even No. 17, Russell's sister, unable to get her hands or feet out, opens her deep green eyes wide.

Go on, I groaned briefly.

"Brother......"

Then the fellows noticed as well.

I often end up in that sight.

Russell stood in front of him.

But that's closer to the wind of being stood than standing.

Its body was stabbed with countless weapons and was only stopping its weapons from catching on and laying low on the ground as it was about to fall at the forefront.

Russell's body is full of holes.

Arms, feet, shoulders, bellies, sides, and chest......

All weapons are stabbed in what should be called a human steeple.

The only thing left barely was his face.

Naturally, blood is flowing, blood is spreading around Russell.

But from Russell's half-opened mouth, nothing leaked.

That was too late......

I didn't even hear such hatred.

"Russell......"

"You're lying..."

The voices of Rowan and Cecil tremble.

"Russell KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

It was Sarasa who raised a voice that could receive both screaming and screaming.

Hold your mouth, its eyeballs are already getting hot.

Whoever saw it, Russell was dead.

He is pierced through his heart, and bleeds so much.

It's not the ratio I used to have when I fought Volfott.

Surely Russell Guiller Stark was dead.

"A fellow sage..."

From the darkness, I hear children.

It was a beautiful girl with silver hair who showed up.

The four understand.

It was this girl who killed Russell.

I know.

Russell put his hands down immediately, understandable to the four who worked out.

That this girl is far stronger than Russell...

"As you can see. Sage is dead."

"Sage?"

"What a wise man! The man! It's called Russell!

Cecil roughs up her voice.

My body trembled on its own.

Is that because they killed my people?

Or, girl - fear for number 0?

I don't even know who I am.

But I was sure I had to say something.

"I see. Right. You don't know. This man..."

Katsu.............

There is a strong sound stepping through leather shoes.

Sheila was the one who advanced while everyone couldn't move a step.

Despite the murder of her brother, there is no change in Sheila's expression.

But from a third party, he seemed desperate to hide his anger and grief.

"Is that Sheila Guiller Stark? What? You take my brother's enemies?

No. 0 asked.

But Sheila shakes her head quietly.

"No, you don't have to."

"What?"

"Your opponent is my brother. Your brother will scold you if you steal your prey here."

Right? Brother......

In front of my brother's body, there is no crying, no blushing and outrage.

Sheila laughs invincibly, as if to just show her room.

It was that moment.

Fluffy, and floating were the demonic stones that Russell was raising from his neck.

Some high-purity demonic stones contain spiritual water in small amounts.

That emits a pale green light.

Both No. 0 and Sheila fought for a bright light that dazzled their eyes.

It was Russell who was at the center of the light.

Slowly a weapon stabbed in the body is pulled out.

Clothes and hair swayed so that they were stirred by a rich breeze that unified the meadows.

Then the wound heals.

"No way [automatic recovery]......!

Cecil screamed as she protected her eyes from the light.

It was against Volfoto that came to the heads of my people.

Even then, Russell used [automatic recovery] and instantly recovered his mutilated legs.

"No, it's not..."

What denied it was number 0.

I am desperately trying to analyse the phenomena taking place inside, shrouded in its light.

No matter how much [automatic recovery], it cannot be used when the operator dies.

"This is not [automatic recovery] etc. No way...... You can already use that magic!!

No. 0 was clearly in a hurry.

At that time, the voice of the [re-voice] that was in the demonic stone resonates.

[Resurrection of the Dead]

It was the voice of Russell.

The light shines even brighter.

It was warm, powerful and full of love and above all had the power to keep evil away.

"Stupid!! The [Resurrection of the Dead] of [Cleric]! It has the most skill points in the finest magic!!

There is no reason why No. 0 should be confused.

[Resurrection of the Dead] needs a huge number of points over the course of his life, even if he continues to defeat the Warcraft, the more uncertain whether he can accumulate those points.

Unlike 300 years ago in the first place, it is making it difficult to earn skill points.

In such a situation, there is nothing more than a miracle, such as the fact that only a 14-year-old young man is getting [resuscitation of the dead].

But not by chance.

What was right in front of me was just reality.

"Phew..."

I can hear exhalation leaking from the center of the light.

Subsequently, the sound of shoes descending from the ground sounded.

When the light slowly contracted, he appeared.

"Russell Guiller Stark......"

"Hmm? What? You don't call me a wise man? Well, fine. Exactly. I'm not a wise man anymore. Russell Guiller Stark......"

[Villager]...!

Russell raised his mouth.