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

The first hand of the Demon King is a simple magic called fireball.

They really are right, they come with a sense of play.

"Fireball. Ka to prevent this too.... huhuhuhuhuhu, still just preventing it with a sword, you can't win yo?

From far away, they shoot the magic pale.

Don't panic, but walk slowly with one hand pointed this way.

That, of course, affords to be strong.

I guess it's an expression of confidence as a dungeon maker that unifies this Adriatic dungeon.

I'll keep that attack from even happening.

I'm not very good at defense, but I can afford it if you're licking it pretty good or just still preventing it.

"Hum, sticky sir. I don't know about this, Firespread."

I used the fire magic of a lineage that Civila hadn't used, so I lowered my hips vigilantly.

In the next moment, what emerged from the hands of the Demon King was a small fireball.

But it strikes me like it's scattered and spread.

"--chip"

"Huhuhuhuhu..."

I tongue so I can hear and prevent my face.

A fine fireball hits the robe, conveying a slight touch of something.

The result is... intact.

I also know why Civila said 'Now it's finished shape' this black-colored robe stained with Fire Dragon blood.

I didn't know how much weak magic you reduced and scattered, but you wouldn't even burn under the magical attack of the Demon King.

The blood of the top species of fire lizards, they were still insulting.

This is still going to work.

"... ho... be ho do. Omae used that salamander for her own gear ca. Then I'm convinced you're strong against the magic of fire."

"Right. You ready to get closer and fight closer?

"Haha, no way kah. Let me scrape it safe, yo. But I'd like to see how sturdy that robe is, sir."

A purple man who flaunts his shoulders and raises the corners of his thin lips as he narrows his eyes to my robe.

Its right hand turns this way again.

"Flame Strike!

... I've obviously been shooting top magic!

When I confirm the attack with my gaze, I defend my face with the sword at hand again.

The Mithrill Coat Dragon Tooth Sword, which grants me magic, defeats the magic of the Demon King.

Instead, I protected it with a sword. It's right behind you, my face is not good.

I had closed my eyes and held my breath somewhat, but the moment I inhaled it, my body could burn.

No, you actually smoked a little bit of this.

You can't use magic when your throat burns, because you don't have a voice.

And naturally, there was no way this cunning demon king could not figure that out.

"... ugh..."

Groaning, my knees on the red rock skin.

... Well, that's a pretty cluttered paint to look at nearby. If you're calm, you'll know as soon as you're painting the color.

"Kukukuku......"

The demon king of Adria laughed uncontrollably.

"Now that also comes in shock, it was high power magic ga...... kukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku That magically completely unburnt robe is a stunning thing, but it looks like Omae's own body wasn't as strong as the Fire Dragon. A! Hahahahahahaha!"

Stand up, flutter and walk sideways avoiding the Demon King.

Stick around behind you as you stand with a sword in your hands.

"No, no, I can take it for that. No? Same shock, how long can you stand the fluffy Omae now, Na?

"... chip..."

"Kukukuku...... really good reaction da...... i wanted to see that reaction yo"

The Demon King raised one hand and pointed his palm here --.

"Stone Javelin!

—— At that moment, the stone spear flies at high speed aiming at the Demon King's side head!

Because Civila had decided to be static in the fight until earlier - or does the goddess not think she would help humans - she doesn't dodge the attack in time from a direction she didn't envisage at all, and her neck bends wide and sideways.

The demon king, who sprayed purple blood from his head, turns his face away and circles his neck toward Sibilla.

Tilt your neck alternately, as if you don't care about the blood flowing as it is.

"Oh man, this time the goddess is going to water me, sir..."

To the attack magic from Civila, the Demon King wrinkles between the browless eyebrows to narrow the white eyes of the stripping.

The Demon King, who unilaterally intends to play with me on a ranged attack, obliques his mood at once to the emergence of an enemy capable of a ranged attack.

"Flame Strike"

Unlike earlier, he unleashes high-powered attack magic without looking at my face like he has no emotion whatsoever.

I take my sword off that shock, and I hear Karan Karan and his sword fall.

All I have left is my groans.

"Hung, let's still get up Yi. Doesn't look like he'll be slashed from behind, Da.... but goddess. Omae is a pain in the ass, Na."

……

"I thought it was just some other kind of entrusted octagonal beauty, such as a goddess who uses a pledger, but Omae seems to be quite worthwhile da"

The Demon King recognises Sibila as his enemy and advances his legs.

Sibilla dresses herself up to protect herself with a small shield attached to her arm, staring at the Demon King.

And the demon king lifted up one hand toward Sibila ——

- Right here.

"Gghhhhhhhhh --!"

I slammed Darksphere unchanging into something like a red gem, in the middle of the undisturbed Demon King's back.

And the moment it hits me, I get up and use my hands to unleash magic that I don't need to hide anymore.

"Dark Javelin"

("Dark Javelin")

A powerful spear of darkness sucks all the light around him, stabbing him at high speed at the retrospective Demon King.

I was just about to go further in pursuit, and just as the Demon King leaves backstep with me on guard.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, my, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!?

With a stunned face, the bloody demon king moves busily to scratch his left hand against his back.

I care so much about my back that I don't even care as much about the blood that runs out of my head.

"I see, that was still the jewel that kept this dungeon."

"hey... naze... why... naze..."

"Why you, I'm a [saint]. There's no way you can't use restorative magic. Are you nuts?

"If so, idiot!? Excellent at this tactic, waxing, waxing, wagging, idiotic, bah...... yah, to be teh. Omae. Oi. Now what?"

"Saints,. I was originally a healer."

"Let the saints go to the brave party." Recovery magician, alone (solo), recovering magic and dark magic... ah, there is a... unexpected da... such a no... "

"Impossible,"

I pick up the sword that's rolling on the floor.

... Oh man, it's hard to pretend you lost too.

There's no way I'm safe.

("Extra Heels")

No matter how badly your throat burns, there is no problem if you suffer the magic of recovery caused by the unchanging chants taught to you by Civila.

The Demon King wouldn't even have known when I used restorative magic.

"Unexpected. Speaking of which, I'm guessing it was unexpected for us to take this boss-only floor to the bottom...

"... ah, well, da..."

"I assumed, what if I said?

"--ha?"

He didn't assume anything at all that was supposed to happen.

You've exposed yourself to a lot of dumb faces.

Well, neither did I. I didn't know he was in the middle of a fight... but there's a guy I was assuming before I got into this boss floor.

Needless to say, he's a senior adventurer who excels in hazard prediction.

"Sibila had suggested the possibility of a series of wars with the Demon King beforehand. And I just did what Sibila instructed me to do."

"Plan, it t..."

"Yes, if the magic wall at the entrance of the floor boss can't get out while it's being maintained, it's an instruction to sit out of breath."

At that moment, it was certainly hard to unleash magic in pursuit of 'Living Armor in Forgotten Jail'.

It was tough... that's all when it comes to it.

My magic is endless. No matter how dark magic you use, you still can't see the bottom.

Normally it would have been butterflies and you would have thought you couldn't use magic anymore.

I'm talking about how I'm the best fit for dark magic in a saint. When I see the goddess of the sun, I just want to interrogate her until I feel better.

and well the result of being trapped in such 'common sense'.

And as a result of being trapped in the 'alarm' of winning.

Now, I had heard beforehand from Civila that the Demon King —— the Dungeon Maker's maneuver to destroy the Demon Stone 'Dungeon Core' to maintain the dungeon held by it -- could not be prevented.

"I heard it would be attached somewhere in my body, but I didn't know it was in such an easy position to aim for. If you want to fight from the front, it's troublesome, but do you have a fool to show you his back?"

"... g..."

"In short,"

I raise my sword with my right hand and grant Dark Magic again.

The sword emitted a light that mowed life, and I pointed its tip at the Demon King.

"I mean you were all over Civila's palm, assuming 'all the unexpected'. It means you're a hundred years ahead of your head to get through my goddess of victory, Sancho!

"O...... no...... le......!

"Look, that orphanage is an important place for [Saint Knight] Emmy, as well as where I grew up to be [Saint]. I didn't even know that, and when I talked to the pepper in front of me... yes, when you got your hands on my place, you were going to destroy me at all costs"

Grasping that sword, point one hand at the other.

At that time, all I could do was use restorative magic.

I was desperate just to run away.

But now I have the smartest goddess of victory in the world named Sibila.

I have the power the goddess gave me.

If I were you, I could win.

"Come on —— from here on out, it's the turn of The Black Sage."