Disciple of Immortal

Rosmond is on his way.

I'm totally going to put up a fight and come.

"To Philia! Leave it to Phyllia!

I panicked to stop Phyllia from proclaiming that with a strained face.

"Oh, please, stay still!

When Rosmond put up the cross, the magic formation floated.

Continue and wave the cross to the horizontal girdle so as to scratch off the magic formation.

"It tells me the difference in character! Terrestrial Magic, 3rd Floor," Terrestrial Needle (Earth Needle) "!

A dirt needle of about fifty centimeters floats up and flies at me.

I step forward and lay my hands on the dirt needle.

"You fool! Something you can take with your bare hands!

The dirt needle splashed before it hit me.

Fragments dance around.

"What...? Items?"

Rosmond groans in a small voice.

Playing magic is the power of Lunaere's robe.

Low-level magic can't harm me.

"I apologize for any disrespect this one had. I'm not going to fight, lower your weapon."

"The adventurer of the stream cocked me, scratched me off with magic...... do it on top of that. Something that tells me to lower my weapon and now I can pull it down! I have an A-status adventurer too!

Rosmond screams his voice absurdly.

"Stop taking your hands off me! You will see the hell this Rosmond of Destruction is made of!

Ugh, was it a bad idea to strike it off?

With this look, Rosmond isn't going to be able to honestly back me down.

Do you want to push him back properly?

He seems like a famous adventurer in a magic city, and I don't like being told that he weirdly lost to me...

"Soil and Sky Magic, 4th Floor." Soil Lump Lightning (Clodmine) "

A mass of dirt flies in from Rosmond.

When the earth mass comes to my present, it is bounced with the power of a robe, re-orbiting and falling to the ground.

"You hung up, I'll take care of it! That magic will burst!

"Clad Mine" falls to the ground and explodes.

But whatever the blast is, the robe will get in the way.

… how can I make this place go away without rotting?

"... well, that's a big deal! Come on! You're gonna pay my respects for the soothsarah! Soil Magic 5th Floor" Soil Bomb (Clodbomb) "

A sphere of red light rises in front of Rosmond.

The soil is stripped from the surface and wrapped around the sphere of light.

I got a beautiful earth sphere.

That magic formation...... the type of magic that explodes.

You said you were a good solar type for range attacks.

For now, it looks like you should stay away from Pomera and Filia more than I'm being targeted.

"... both of you stay back"

To get away from them for now, that's what I said and came forward.

"Looks like you're finally getting on! Do you understand that if you stay away from my opponent, there will be no chance!

"It's not like that..."

"Now it's time for you to blow your body away if you hit it straight! Come on, what do we do!

When Rosmond unloads the cross, the earth sphere releases to me.

I stretch my arms and stop the earth sphere.

A red light leaked out into the earth sphere and exploded.

The surface around me was blowing up and the grass was peeling off, but only around my feet right away.

"Ko...... is this possible? What is this... some kind of phantom?

Rosmond stops flauntingly in the cross lowered position.

Notes, feared to be the "Demon Dragon of Man," were also dominated by magic below the tenth floor where Renaele's robe could be rendered powerless.

Perhaps you can assume that at best all the magic of A-class adventurer Rosmond can be more or less complete.

Just to be clear, it's barren to fight.

At a time when Rosmond was a magician type of person, there was no way to do damage to me.

It's so much better to slap him with that crucifix than to use flashy magic that he still has a chance.

"Anyway, please unload your weapons. If you want to do any more, I'll just let you fight back."

"... K, Kukukuku"

Rosmond puts up a cross again.

A magic formation unfolded around the tip of the cross, which also produced a sphere of red light.

"I didn't know there was a magician who could drive me this far on a one-on-one basis. I'll admit it... let's apologize for what we've seen. From here on out, I'll risk my life!

"Nothing to push me into, I haven't done anything yet!?

"He'll show you! My great magic! Earth Magic 7th Floor" Earth Bombing (Ground Bomb) "!

The surface peels off, and more and more soil gathers in the red light.

Soon a huge mass of earth, nearly a meter in diameter, arose in the universe.

Rosmond waves the cross down.

The giant earth mass fell towards me as I fell to the ground and fell slightly in front of me.

The soil on the surface collapses and red light runs around.

A distortion ran on the ground in the light, and I could see the tree that was nearby burning black and snapping.

When the blast stopped... in front of me, Rosmond was holding his arm to the ground with his breath out.

Some of the jacket and armor is blown away by a blast.

The goat mask on his face was also broken and halved.

I couldn't tell by the armor and coat, but my body was out-of-the-box luxurious, and my face was clearly female.

He has a noticeable red makeup around his eyes.

He has big impressive eyes, but is closer to a tiger than a cat.

Beautiful, but with beast-stained eyes.

The mask made her voice creak and I didn't know, but she was a woman, as Pomera had pointed out.

I was distracted by my breath.

He got quite a blast of the Land Bomb himself to unleash the unhelpful magic of a small turn at such a distance.

... Therefore, the magic of the seventh level is within the scope of the robe's powerlessness, so no damage has been done to me at all.

I knew it was okay, but I looked back at the Pomeras once.

Two large bright white arms were stretched out of the ground.

The back of one hand has a big first eye and the back of the other has a big mouth.

The two arms unwrapped the fingers they were putting together and quickly dived to the ground.

Inside were Pomera and Filia.

Apparently, that odd white arm was what Filia put out to protect Pomera in The Sands of Dreams.

"Not yet... not yet, I haven't lost! Who said my magic was all I could do!

Rosmond threw out the cross in his hand and jumped at me.

"You'll tear me apart with my glove nails!

Rosmond extends both arms covered in armor.

A disastrous hook claw stretched from the tip of his hand covered in tight armor.

"Even if the magic skill was good, such as a magician who didn't ripen the White Soldier War, it's down there! Toughness whether the magic runs out or knocks down the enemy and just overshadows the predicament! Only those who combine it are magicians who truly ripen the battle! You got off guard at the end of the day!

I grabbed Rosmond's big cage hand from the front and dropped it gently to the ground.

There is soil and smoke all around.

"hey... why,"

Rosmond grows and stretches in big letters on the ground, raising his voice to bitterness.