Disciple of Immortal

"Damia, Yozakura, don't let one bug in, okay?

Two of Rovis's men went down to the wall and snorted.

Rovis laughs niggardly and sets up a sickle.

"Yuku, hero Pomera! Wind Magic Lv4" Sickle Wind "!

Rovis waves the Great Sickle three times.

Three wind blades approached Pomera.

Pomera kicked the ground and jumped wide to the side to dodge.

"Fast...... but I'm sorry I can't see through it!

A blade of wind that flew through the side of Pomera scratched the wall badly.

In Kanata's "Curse Mirror of the Warp Realm," Pomera has been watching the devil manipulate any more magic.

Compared to them, Rovis' magic was no big deal.

Even at the level, Pomera was about 200, Rovis was about 180 and Pomera was slightly more advantageous.

"Flame Magic Lv7" Red Lotus Fluorescent Herd (Flare Frise) "!

Pomera puts up a great scepter and unfolds a magic formation.

A dozen chunks of flame appeared and flew across as if they were willing.

"I can't believe that Seventh Floor magic is activated in an instant... It seems that Master Rovis just turned his attention away from the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand). I can't believe this kid wasn't anonymous until recently..."

Seeing the magic of Pomera, Yozakura zeroed it.

"Excellent... Magic accuracy is something like passing score"

Rovis licks his tongue and follows the movement of the fireball with his eyes.

"We're surrounded! That's it, that's it!

The ten fireballs surrounded Rovis and then headed towards him in a circular motion.

"Master Rovis! Why didn't you use metastatic magic!

Damia raises her voice.

Rovis releases a flash of sickle and scratches out his current fireball.

He then kicked and jumped on the ground and took a position parallel to the ground.

He flanks the universe magnificently, lands through the seemingly irregularly moving fireballs, kicks the ground again and runs to Pomera.

"Sounds like a long time ago, someone I could take seriously! Good, good, hero Pomera! This is the fight I wanted!

Rovis gives a vicious grin.

Pomera was also guessing at this point.

It should have been a magical treatment or not very different on the level or rather winning itself.

However, my physical fitness, experience, and pure sense of combat (battle sense) were distinctly different from mine.

If you are in the opposite position, Pomera will never be able to avoid such delicate magic attacks.

Even if I could, I wouldn't think of doing it, and I can't move without all that hesitation.

If you can't hit a fine attack, you just have to beat it with a quick range attack.

Probably can't help but shoot Rovis opponent "Red Lotus Fluorescent Herd (Flare Flies)" more than once.

Pomera thought so, closing her eyes and putting up a great scepter.

"Oh, spiritual magic"

Rovis mouths with pleasure.

"Spirit Magic Lv8: Flash of Fire Spirit Lizard (Salamander Crow)"

Flaming nail strikes run.

A flash of flame ran around me.

What was on the floor was torn down, and one side of the wall tore to the fingernail marks of the Spirit.

To much shock, Damia and Yozakura, who were at the end of the room, were also pulled down to the ground, crawling straight through the floor and somehow avoiding nail strikes.

"Holy crap, I can't believe this much...!

Yozakura shouts her amazement.

Pomera runs her eyes around her, out of breath.

The activation of Spirit magic, which calls on the Spirit and lends its power, requires a high degree of concentration.

Pomera was unconscious from Rovis for a moment and had lost sight of him.

I look at the front floor, but I can't find Rovis.

"What, this stuff? Big moves are what you release to sweep the underground or put a blow in the grid...... if you have any ideas and activated spiritual magic, what is completely just helpless? You've never fought a decent opponent before. Doesn't it seem as if you pray to God to turn your consciousness to the Spirit until you close your eyes and put it into magic with only scope and power? Crap."

From behind, I heard Rovis' white-cut voice.

"Ugh...!

Pomera swung through the scepter.

Rovis jumped behind him and gently avoided the huge swing of Pomera.

"If it was this level of skill, if it wasn't a little more level, it wouldn't be funny or anything. You missed your expectations. You should still have targeted the Hand of the Military God."

Rovis covered his eyes with his hands and sighed.

Pomera was palpitating harder and her breath was painful.

Now, before I could speak, if Rovis waved the Great Sickle, he would have been able to kill Pomera.

Just a little, without Rovis' confusion, Pomera would be dead by now. It was, as a clear fear, eroding the spirit of Pomera.

Rovis was clearly an anomaly compared to the adventurers Pomera had met so far.

"Spirit Magic Lv6" Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fonzball) "!

Pomera chewed her lips tight and floated the magic formation with a large cane.

A sphere of flame about the size of a person's head floated forward of Pomera.

"Well, you chose some better magic."

The Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) throws the majority of magic control on the Spirit and has a long activation time for magic phenomena.

Therefore, if you can handle it thoroughly, you can use other magic while leaving the Fire Spirit Fox Flaming Ball (Fonzball) and increase your own maneuvers.

However, it required delicate controls such as threading the needle.

In a phase like the present, where the mental aspect is overburdened, its difficulty jumps.

There was a fine sweat on Pomera's face.

Pomera moves the Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball between herself and Rovis.

Rovis has no chance of winning when he gets in between sickles.

They drop their heads in an instant.

"Flame Magic Lv7" Red Lotus Fluorescent Herd (Flare Frise) "!

Then Pomera activates flame magic.

Ten fireballs headed for Rovis.

"Yes, that's right. Consolidate your protection and keep it away from cheap, with fine control and medium range magic, attack with as much trouble as possible. That's the magician's stone."

Rovis speaks satisfactorily.

Fireballs siege Rovis again and fly to him.

"Short-range metastasis (short gate)"

A magic formation rises in Rovis' footsteps.

The body is wrapped in light and its appearance disappears.

Rovis was in a sickle position, moving behind Pomera.

"Whether or not that stone passes me is a different story. Only a class B adventurer would be able to fight in such a courteous way."

"Spirit Magic Lv3" Wind dwarf Sword Strike (Silfsword) "!

Pomera waves her big wand as she looks back.

Rovis dodges the blade of wind released from close range with minimal movement and comes stuffing the distance as it is.

In Rovis' eyes, Pomera's neck was visible.

He didn't even seem willing to hide his aim.

Pomera was too scared, just clinging to the scepter.

As a result, it played a role.

Rovis' sickle cuts off Pomera's scepter.

The blade, slightly off track, determined Pomera's chest.

"Ah, ugh...!

Pomera's small body was beaten to the ground by a big sickle.

Blood dances all around us.

Pomera touches her own chest in a blurry thought.

Slightly wet on something.

Realizing that was his own blood, Pomera's consciousness regained clarity with fear.

"Wand... two, eh..."

Pomera crawls on the floor and hands down the great scepter she lets go.

But I managed to get it, the top half had been amputated by the Great Sickle.

"Ah..."

Behind Pomera, Rovis shakes up the Great Sickle.

"You fell short of expectations. But Kuk, I'm pretty sure I see an unfamiliar level of your battle, some form of cross-world metastasizer involved. In addition to the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand), it is gratifying to find that Gan's transferees are nearby. That's probably a level 300 crossing class, isn't it? It's not bad to expose your neck and declare war on him."

With that mouth, Rovis frowned.

"... hmm? A different world metastasizer?