Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

"Ki, you......! Do you know what the hell you did......!?

Darka, skewered with a black cane with a triangular table, is constantly breathing, but hustling and complaining. I sat on his body instead of a chair and waited for the battle between Nell and Arezel to end. Oh, no, I'm already done with Arezel, to be exact.

"Come on, you're talking nasty, aren't you? The Corner Wizards played a good battle with each other. I'd like you to admit that you're a good enemy and show me some manners, too. It's probably my fault I broke your important mask. Yeah, I think it's a little bad. This is true."

"Which mouth would you like......!

The ugly face hidden beneath the iron mask is evil all the time when it is abominable. Even that evil feels good to me. To exude daily stress, only hit the accumulated enemy with it.

The battle against the Dhaka was an antagonism of great strength, with a continuation of a one-off offensive. While I challenge with a mixture of light and dark magic, Darka continued to burst the magic via black threads created with her own unique skills. Now it was time to take a break and sprinkle, but in battle they broke an unlikely number of bones, one or two, and there were occasions when they could be hunted down to the point where their arms were severed. If I hadn't been a user of light magic, I wouldn't have had time to make room for this even now that the battle was over.

"That was a really intense, painful fight. Especially if I can use healing magic. I'm fully revived. Oh, you still can't get out of a skewer? It's time for the poison to spin all over your body. Or will you admit defeat with that horrible shaped mouth?

"Ko, of...! Why can't I use magic......!?

Well, it's because he's stabbing a black wand into his body that matches my magic. This wand, made of black demon stone, rejects the magic of anyone but me. There may be a chance for a massive, magical chant, but it will not be possible to complete the magic in Darka nowadays, which is also suffering from multiple state anomalies.

My battlefield won by working super hard without a pattern. I swore to my heart that I would not fight a man of equal power for a while. Let's say it's time to move perspective to the other battlefields. Arezelle said...

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!? Stop, stop, stop, stop!

"Wow, wow! You can take it all you want! Seriously, you can take it all you want!

He was stripping away heavy armor from Seto, who was falling and lying uncombatant. I remember perfectly well that the diagram of Arezel, who kept screaming, looking happy, was on the edge of my sight. It's madness, something was already insane. Uh, which was the devil?

Hi Seto seems to have the ability to grow armor-shaped scales from the flesh. That pitch-black armor that I thought was gear was part of Seto's body. I analyze that his abilities follow his defensive instincts, and if they are destroyed, they will only be destroyed, and they will grow automatically. Otherwise, there's no way you're going to grow armor scales until you suffer like that. Except if Seto is an extreme mazo, but as far as that goes, I don't think it's likely.

"I can still go!? You can still go, right?!? Come on, come on, you can still do it!

"Yes, let's go. Kill him. Uh-huh!

It's time to call it to heaven, its demon king... I'm so excited about Arezel, I completely forgot to use Damaya. Even though the style of combat went well, it was an overwhelming victory so far that I didn't expect it either. And it was unexpected that we were going to make him suffer so much. I was supposed to just strip the gear armor off and it was supposed to be over. Nannon. Nannon.

On the other hand, it was Nell and Alarcal's match card that kept the fight going at this moment as well. This one has been fighting longer than me and Darka, repeating the battle of our best friends. Even with Nell's firepower, it did not cut off Alarcal's life, and Alarcal was pushed by Nell's onslaught, falling into an adhesive state of attack. Even though Nell still didn't remember the magic around this time, Alarcal should be commended for the fact that the boulders were only serving the sixth seat of the Great Eight Demons. Yes, let me commend you now. Because I know the consequences after this.

"Huh! Ha!

"Ko, no...! The sword judgment is fast again...!

Alarcal rolls out several tentacles cured into the weapon. However, they are readily dissolved in the sword of Nell, which has wrapped the flame around them, and are severed one wave after another. Horse-fired Nell is rarely such a long-term battle because of its combined strength. Basically, even if it's slaughtered in one blow or prolonged, it's almost over in a matter of seconds. That's why this battle was a valuable actual battle - Alarcal had turned it into a perfect practice bench for Nell to get used to using the Flaming Demon Sword Pruit.

The core of Alarcal has already been destroyed. From my eyes, there are two or three cores left. Then the horse and his moaning prute wielding arms are also much more sophisticated than before the battle. You won't need that much more time until you decide to win or lose.

"Derris, this one's over."

"Ooh, you're tired. What kind of money is that?

"It's a whack, whack! I can't wait to redeem it."

"Oh well. Good for you."

If you look at where Arezel was hustling until earlier, there's wreckage like a black burning cusp. I'm not going to say anything about my personal hobbies, but I want you to stop being a woman's face after you do that. I get weird sweats. Where the hell did peaceful Damaya disappear to?

"Oh, yeah. Now that I'm in a good mood, let's give Delis the scroll I found in the treasure trove! Cry!"

"... when were you going to the treasure trove?

"Is it around the loss of my beloved Seto's consciousness? Go bah, bah, it feels like you're back! Book fishing is coming up, but that's when I saw this. I don't use magic, and if you're scrolling, you know Derris best, don't you? Then Derris can use it."

Apparently Arezel is in a really good mood. I can't imagine you handing me a scroll like this. However, happy miscalculations are welcome, and I honestly reached out to scroll.

"Well, that would help. Which... Whoa, that's level 100 of Abyss magic! I didn't expect to find Scroll's finest class soon. Great treasure trove of the Great Eight Demons. Sounds like the type of magic that summons something and contracts on it..."

"Heh, you're perfect for Delis. When Nell's battle settles, why don't you give it a try? You mean, don't you have to come in to help?

"Oh, I don't need any support for Nell either, unless it's a pinch. And halfway through the war, he'll be in such a bad mood."

"Uh, maybe.... Ah, let it go!

Now I remember the existence of Damaya, Arezel. The excitement seems to have subsided.

"Now!

"Horses, deer......"

While in conversation with Arezel, the battle between Nell and Alarcal also comes to a gradual end. A scorching flame swallowed the entire body of Alarcal and without leaving a single chip, the slimy body disappeared. Later only remains the last core that was in Alarcal's body.

"You're done."

"Saya."

"Don't do it."

I raise my back from Darka, where I can no longer be evil, and try to pick up Nell after a long battle. But something is uncomfortable. Didn't you have a lot of voice for one now? It was also like the voice of an unfamiliar toddler.

"" Huh!?

Arezel, like me, must have noticed the discomfort. He jumps back left and right at about the same time and hurries in the direction of his voice to shift his gaze.

"Um, what's going on? I'm in such a hurry. Well, if I had an idol (idol) concubine in front of me, would I have no choice but to be? A concubine is a sin."

There was an unexplained creature there that made Darka a chair.