Black Summoner

- Crest Forest/Over

- S-class magic. It is the point of arrival for the Wizard. Sometimes acquiring S-level magic skills cannot be expressed if it does not involve talent or strength. Even if it can be expressed, the spiciness of its handling is not within the grasp of a wizard who has been dubbed a wise man.

But its power is unimaginable. The magic of the S-Class is truly a disaster, and if you mistreat it, it is a substitute enough to crumble the country.

"Ugh, heh! I'll chop you up and blow you up in these woods already!

Just like the spiral windshield wall (Healix barrier), the magic swirls around Clive. The only difference is that the amount of magic that swirls is in the wrong digits. Perhaps this is Clive's back hand using most of the MP he has.

(If I could, I wouldn't have wanted to hurt the woods bordering Effil... Klotto, let me out of here)

Exhaust objects with croto. It is longer than Kelvin's back length, which is a black, unified longscepter, 170 cm, and may illuminate it as a spear if seen in the distance. Oddly enough, the longscepter was a colour in contrast to Clive's 'Extreme Rakuten (Scion)'.

Kelvin gently wields the long wand he took out to make sure he feels it.

"Ahem? What is it now?

"Preparatory Movement"

"Huh!?

At that moment when Clive roughed up his voice, the sound exploded again. Effil unleashed a flaming arrow (Blaze Arrow) over the inner wall. A scorching arrow heads for Clive. but for some reason there is no bare gesture to avoid.

A polar flame arrow (blaze arrow) lands on the swirling wall of magic as it is.

"Hahaha ~!"

I hear high laughter from the flames. Eventually Clive, who manifested himself with the flames extinguished, looked intact. An arrow of fire (Blaze Arrow) failed to penetrate the Wall of Magic.

"No use! This wall now boasts more than twice the defense of a spiral windshield wall (Healix Barrier). I don't know what the attack is, but it's pointless already! And..."

- The walls, they shrink.

"From here on out, this is what my S-class magic, the Spiral Super Storm Wall (Tempest Barrier), really looks like!

The contracted wind wall swells with oblique distortion, reaching into the sky, to the ground. Its magic, formed, was a giant tornado. Clive sits in the center of that tornado.

Destroying everything without question. It's a giant mixer that spins heaven and earth. Powerful suction causes the crest forest trees to wind from their roots to the tornado, tearing them apart from the areas they come into contact with.

"My" Spiral Super Storm Wall (Tempest Barrier) "is the strongest magic of the whole offensive! As we've just seen, it's a tornado and it's going to hit us on a wide scale! Ugh, ugh, you can't run anymore!

The tornado gradually and gradually moves in the direction of Kelvin. At the same time, Kelvin herself is sucked in by the wind wind winds that produce the tornado. Trying to leave on a fly (fly) does not allow the tornado's power to pull off strongly.

"The price for hurting my beautiful face, the hero, is enormous! Die, die!

Clive rejoices in this situation, which has prevailed in his favor. I won't be threatened anymore. I'm done with this depressing black robe. In front of the carcass, I thought I'd teach Effil and the elves something fun to put together.

But Kelvin doesn't have a rush color. He concentrated his spirit as he resisted the tornado, his gaze pointing toward the tip of his cane.

"Big Wind Demon Sickle (Boreas Death Size)"

Paranormal magic emanating from a pitch-black scepter. What its magic shapes is the sickle that looks like a cane tip. It was not the earliest wand or the like, but a symbol of the proclamation of death owned by the reaper.

If Clive's "Spiral Superstorm Wall (Tempest Barrier)" is a form of full scattering of magic, this "Big Wind Demon Sickle (Boreas Death Size)" is a unipolar centralized magic. When Kelvin moves the cane tip slightly, the space distorts along its orbit.

"That's what it is, you don't die. Eh!

The speed of progression of the spiral superstorm wall (tempest barrier) jumps.

Clive, who does not even attempt to examine the properties of that sickle with his appraisal eye, lacked calm by the Dawn of Feelings. Well, I can't see this magic detail due to lack of rank in the A-level appraisal eye, so it's the same thing either way.

Still, Clive should have magic sensing skills, but even he neglected to do so because he was blinded by his immediate interests and absolutely confident in his own magic. I've been lazy. If you knew the nature of magic, you might have understood that it was a substitute you should never have received.

Kelvin rebuilds the Great Sickle and turns to the tornado, which is already approaching.

"That word, I'll give it back as it is!

The sickle is swung to a horizontal letter. Along that wielded line, a fan-shaped slash is released while distorting the space. Naturally, Clive is inevitable. I didn't cower, I was just pushing along to Kelvin with the spiral superstorm wall (Tempest Barrier).

- Slaughter strikes, direct.

"- Did you deviate? After all, we still need to adjust."

"... what?

The spiral superstorm wall (tempest barrier) disperses. The shock of the extinction of the mighty tornado spread throughout the forest. A slash released from the blade of the wind demon Sickle (Boreas Death Size) penetrated the spiral superstorm wall (Tempest Barrier) as if nothing had happened, passing Clive's legs, just around his knees.

The slaughter does not stop even after passing the spiral superstorm wall (tempest barrier). As the distance progresses, it spreads to the side, yakitori to the trees, contact to the ground. Cut down everything you touch, leaving an invisible hole in the ground at the bottom. Seeing the earth fall in that direction, the slaughter does not yet appear to have disappeared. Ultimately it reaches near the abyss of the crest forest. The forest has become innocuous to see.

"I aimed my torso parallel to the land to keep it from reaching the woods, but this sucks. I wonder if the elders will piss me off..."

"Oh, oh, legs, no, no!?

Clive's legs fall to the ground. Inevitably there is a lot of bleeding from the missing area, if you don't handle it as soon as possible, you will eventually run out of HP even if you leave it like this. Maintaining flying (fly) even in this state is a big deal, but this can't be allowed by Kelvin -

"It will be fixed at this distance and there will be no deviation"

With manoeuvrability by the wind god leg (sonic accelerate), move directly in front of Clive. Kelvin was already in that sickle.

"That's it."

"Ma, wait -"

No, Clive can't afford to worry about his decency, squeaking his face, and holding hands as he begs. But the sickle of the reaper pronouncing death never stopped. The shaken sickle slashes Clive.

"... yeah?

I don't feel slashed. On the contrary, I don't see Clive.

Clive disappeared the moment I thought the slaughter hit me.

"That's it."

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice sounds. Kelvin detects the area with his sensing skills reflexively. When I checked my position and turned to you, there was a large monster with a shape I had never seen and an aristocratic style man riding over that hand, where there should have been nothing until the earlier appearance and signs. Clive is also rolling at the man's feet. Apparently, he's fainting with white eyes.

"... is that what you did?

Kelvin points the tip of the sickle at the man.

"Don't be alarmed. I don't want to argue."

A man raises his hands lightly, poses with a lift, but he doesn't deserve to be trusted because his face is half laughing.

"First, it's nice to meet you, isn't it? I'm Tristan Phase, General of the Trisen Mixed Warcraft Regiment. He's the one who plotted to assault the elf settlement this time. Afterwards, hello."

Tristan greets fluently with his feather hat on his chest.

"Well, you... no, we'll start with the guy who's rolling there. Give it to me."

"You can't do that. General Clive still has things to do.

"Then put it together and knock it down -"

Setting the sickle against Tristan, the Tristans disappear again with the monsters, moving behind Kelvin.

"That's why I'm not fighting."

"... summoning?"

"Well, do you understand?

"No, that's not all. That's not a normal summons.... that monster has some interesting skills."

"... f, f, f. Good, do you see through that much? He'll be delighted."

"That one?

"No, this is the story."

Tristan coughs deliberately.

"It's a shame to say how things are going today. Let's admit it honestly, it's our total defeat. Therefore, we will lose."

"Let it be."

Remove the MP restorative medicine from the chroot.

"Whoa, let's just disappear before it's healed. See you..."

Without laying a magic formation, the appearance of Tristan and the others instantly disappears completely. Apparently, he's nowhere near here anymore.

"... did you let him get away? There's no sign of moving inside, is there?"

Confirm the distribution network. The golems have captured the female knights safely, and Serra seems to have cleaned them up. Melfina and Lion are also on their way back inside.

"The battle is over, enemy generals flee. We're going back inside, but Gerard needs to stay alert. '

Copy that.

"Your husband!? Oh, I've been waiting for you!

... Effil bit it.

(... Effil, what's wrong? Well, returning first is a priority)

Put in combat reports and drink up MP recovery pills all at once.

(That's not quite a glimmer. Besides, that Tristan is noble, why didn't he hit the inside with a subpoena? No, more now than that -)

Kelvin looked up into the sky and breathed heavily in.

"Damn!

The roar of regret echoes through the woods, pervading the trees, and the Great Wind Demon Sickle (Boreas Death Size), which swung into the sky, breaks the clouds and ascends to heaven. The blow cut off the magic exerted on the scepter, and the scepter returned to its original appearance.

I can't stand the blame of my heart. The fact that you let go of a dangerous person who is a charmer. That I couldn't handle all the magic while drooling over the high theory. It's all about being directly connected to the danger of our people.

(If the first blow of the Great Wind Demon Sickle (Boreas Death Size) had been decided, it wouldn't have turned out like this...)

As a result, Kelvin takes the flight (fly) to the manoeuvre. It's up to Kelvin to see where that regret goes, but first, let's put the curtain down.

- The defense battle in the mile ended here.