Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

"Dark Arrow"!

The black arrow released from his hand with that spell tore the end of the mouth of the Fire Dragon, which he failed to evade in time, causing it to bleed out small.

"Gaaaaaa!"

Obviously, you're exasperated by my attack magic claw marks on your own body.

Seeing that terrible dragon damage, he was surrounded by the joy of gushing out of his body, the excitement of boiling blood in his body.

I could use some attack magic, too.

Besides, it's the attack magic of an attribute you can't remember with positive attack, enough to make the dragon suffer an injury.

"... Really, Saints and Lord Demons, operating simultaneously..."

From the shadow of the cave, Sibila growls.

No, he said you did it. Trust your powers properly.

From what I've heard, it's not like you don't know what it's like because I was the exception.

"Sibila, hide! I'm coming to get you!

"Huh! Okay! Don't die!

"Come this far and die!

Yes, my first step has finally begun.

At the end of a long, long descent and despair as if it were going to fall to the bottom of Nara.

Today, when I finally grabbed it, is the real beginning of me.

This... to the dragon.

Every dragon will stop you!

When I double tension the window barrier, I put my free left hand forward.

("Dark Arrow")

I run around the Fire Dragon without chanting and shooting out magic more than once. To defeat a big guy like this is above all only to take the back.

When the dragon understood he couldn't attack against the back either, he stood up, moving his legs to chase this one quickly, while trying to spray fire out of my mouth for me.

At the time of that attack, I would rather stop and be attacked.

"Dark Javelin.... Okay, that doesn't work."

I tapped into the dark magic of high power as I tapped into the mouth of a dragon.

At the same time, the dragon sprinkles blood from his mouth, but breathes flames towards this one.

It also looks like a counter-prepared attack called 'Let the meat cut and break the bones'... but no.

His flames are, of course, blocked by my double windbarrier.

This magic, which I heard was about bows and arrows, even prevents dragons from attacking.

Simultaneous chanting...... something like double chanting. I didn't know there was such an effective use for unchanging.

Just like earlier, they shred their opponent's health with a strategy that shoots magic into them so that they turn behind the dragon.

Attacks by breath of fire are automatically prevented, and when direct attacks by dragon legs are likely to come, they are greatly distanced and avoided.... The closer the distance, the easier it is to take the back is another troubling thing.

Well, sooner or later, you'll get used to these big opponents standing around.

If you have suffered any scratches, recover with Extra Heels.

Towards the skin of the Fire Dragon, a series of Dark Javelins.

After repeating that offense for a while, a numbing Fire Dragon launched an unintentional attack from an unstable posture.

"Gugaaaaaa!"

"Yikes --!"

I was blown away by the fire dragon's abandoned body and hit hard by the wall.

This one can tap magic into the opponent's head, so it's called pain sharing?

"Russell!"

But I'm a windbarrier duplex that's even mitigating the impact, unchanging extra heels from the moment I'm attacked, and unchanging extra heels from the moment I hit the wall.

As soon as I had the means to attack, I didn't think my healing magic and inexhaustible magic would work in such a favor.

"No problem!

If I were you right now, I wouldn't be willing to lose to any enemy if I brought you into a long fight.

"Hey red lizard, is that about it for the sorcerer opponent? I'll never be able to defeat you except for a quick death."

"Guaaaaaaaa!"

Will the nuance of the Taunt be conveyed even if we don't understand this word, or will the Fire Dragon, stirred up to make a linear attack, beat the magic again?

Even if the attack hits, he already uses healing magic when he is blown away and rolls on the ground.

So no matter how attacked, I get up as if nothing happened.

The Fire Dragon looked frightened for a moment.

What's up, top species? No more means of attack?

Whatever you've done, I'm intact and I'm gonna keep getting up.

—— In repeating such an offense, at some point the Fire Dragon was blunting his movements as he bled out of his entire body. When the blood dries with its own flame, it is patterned.

It seems like it could stay this way... but don't be short on decision making yet.

I saw Civila.

... Civila is the goddess of the night.

The ability of the dark magic given by the Goddess was certainly a tremendous one.

But that's not what I really got from Civila.

Sibilla's idea of having a conversation as an adventurer really impressed me.

Flexible and sophisticated so as to achieve the best results at all times.

That's the biggest power I could get from him.

I'm sure I would have worked hard as me, even if I didn't remember the dark magic.

Sure, I thought today was my first day.

But that's not since I learned the dark magic.

By Sibila, the goddess of night and darkness, it did not begin.

The solo adventurer Sibila made me realize it had begun.

Sibila affirmed my childhood as a swordsman.

From that moment on, I started ——

—— So in my right hand, there's this (...) be (...)!

"Enchanted Dark!

(Enchanted Dark!

Perhaps this guy thought I'd come to a retreat in a long battle like this.

The Fire Dragon couldn't seem to tell in a flash that I was coming to a decision in a melee.

Furthermore, the accumulation of the injury overlapped and the reaction was slightly delayed.

"Now... it's over!

I jumped up with the dragon's neck in my eyes and wielded the sword I had in my hand with both hands.

The sword wrapped in black magic easily severed the dragon's neck and put a straight line on the ceiling to say that the magic blade was not enough.

And... naturally, my body was completely bloody by the blood that blew out of the flying dragon's neck.

"Wow, you've bathed your whole body. Don't I have the magic of clean?" Heels "... no, Cure. Oh, Cure's a dirt remover."

The dirty body was cleansed by the magic of Cure. The colour of blood on my hands and swords quickly falls off.

But for some reason, the robe stayed sucking its color and dried up.

I sighed lightly, listening to the sound of a loud level increase in my head, full of abrupt image changes.

... but I could win.

I beat the dragon.

I could only use restorative magic, I from the country village, became a dragon slayer...

Realistically, relief is stronger than joy.

I've thought about a lot of reason... but now I can tell you that all of that is the power I've gained from Civila.

Really, thank you.

And Civila, who has successfully confirmed the crusade of the Fire Dragon, walks over here safe.

"... there's a bird named Tombi."

"What's with the stick again?"

I wonder what the hell kind of voice you will give to my Dark Magic Fire Dragon Crusade, and this diagonal condition.

Really, Sibila, it's always abrupt to start talking.

What kind of religious solicitation is this, bird watching?

"The bird is big and brave."

"No, I know about Tombi, what the fuck?"

Sibilla takes my robe and confirms the feeling over and over again.

"... what's up? The colors won't fade."

"The fact that there was no cure effect combined with cleaning magic (clean) is not recognized as dirt. Because fever resistant salamander blood is also used in dyes, Fire Dragon blood, also known as Grand Salamander, is more expensive than that."

I thought we were talking about birds, this abrupt talk goddess, now we're starting to talk about clothes...?

I want you to land the story somewhere.

"It's like a robe that originally performed well with added value like a magic grant. In other words, your clothes are now in complete form."

Seeing, the robe dirty with the blood of the Fire Dragon went from red to brownish black and was rustling.

So much so that I even feel like it was originally this color because it contrasts with gold.

"Yes, yes, it's not dirt. - I know it's a thankful thing. So, Tombi ended up."

"Looking at Russell reminded me of that bird."

I don't know more and more......

Sibilla goes on to say the words, as she sees through my question like that.

"... in a country that once loved the bird, the golden tombi brought victory, what an anecdote."

Blood stains fell clean and didn't stain, stroke the gold embellishment.

And when Sibila meets me, she giggles, turns her back, and walks a few steps.

The black and lustrous feathers swayed and sparkled.

"Very beautiful, deep colour with dried spiritual dragon blood. It brought victory to the goddess, the golden tombi"

Civila looks back and peeks at her face from between her black feathers.

"If you're from that country, here's what I'd say about Russell's robe--"

And I meditated one eye as I stood my index finger up.

"What color is it?"