Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

The rookies weren't the only ones fighting well against the Silforo squad. Florist, an adventurer of the Dedemonized Kings, is also showing his Plumia opponent, Deputy Chief of the Silforo team, his undrawn activism.

On the front, where many Dedemonized Kings adventurers were seriously injured in Pramia's human firing, Florist had left their treatment to Seyya to get on the single front line.

Pramia was the only one on the front line, but the reality is that the demon king adventurers against only one magician are toothless. But the advent of the Florist was about to change the war situation dramatically.

"Germinate, brunch"

It was the yellow-green Demon Square that unfolded at Pramia's feet in the Florist chant. In contrast, Pramia had stepped on the idea that an attack could be avoided by avoiding it backwards, but the magic of the Florist was intended to restrain rather than attack beyond his expectations.

Plumia is quickly restrained by the Great Tree of the Florist. The branches that tighten the limbs have thorns, sucking magic from the restrained subject to blossom.

But there are no signs of flowers blooming in the great trees that bind Pramia, nor of buds making.

"This is..."

Shortly after the Florist understood something, the great tree that was suddenly holding Pramia begins to burn. That flame that emanates from the inside instantly swallows the entire great tree, freeing the body of Pramia who was restraining it.

"It's a lot of interesting magic. But it's easier to deal with than just a simple structure."

"I didn't know it would stop me."

"The results must have changed if we had focused all our efforts on strangling them from the beginning. But when it comes to absorbing magic, you just have to burn it from the inside."

Pramia noticed as soon as possible that Daiki was about to suck his magic, and thought that Daiki would burn easily if the flames were distracted by the magic that would be sucked.

And Pramia's predictions were misguided, and the magic of the Florist was to disappear too quickly.

"Multiple measures are not for me. If you want to take me down, I suggest you simply push it off with force."

"You're very friendly to your enemies."

"I'm not being nice. I'm just giving my opponent one last mercy to defeat immediately."

Doesn't make Plumia's eyes feel any treat. This would mean that Pramia does not consider herself defeated from the bottom of her mind.

But his strength was real. In an instant, I understood how Florist's magic works, and the strength I showed in dealing with it correctly was supported by a definite confidence.

Even where you normally see the way your opponent comes out, Pramia pierces the way he fights. Because he has enough strength to make it through.

"Then it looks like we're going to have to settle our bellies."

Pramia must be a bad hand to turn around, more than the attack by Oki didn't work. If so, it would be a pleasure to follow his advice and attack directly from the front.

The Florist exercises his magic thinking so.

I've decided to follow your advice honestly.

At the next moment, new trees sprout as a yellow-green magic formation unfolds on the right hand side of the flowlist. The trees quickly encircled the right arm of the flowlist, and the right arm of the flowlist seemed to be protected by armor made of trees.

The magic was the magic that Florist showed Seyya opponents in a recent recruiting exam.

The strongest spear Woods that pierces everything that is also described as the right arm of the devil. Pramia can't hide much surprise in the magic she sees for the first time.

"Very funny magic."

"Then you can feel it!

The measure chosen by the Florist is to advance. Try to pierce the flesh of the Florist as it is with the overwhelming penetration of Woods.

Pramia can't be helpless in response to this attack.

Pramia also immediately begins chanting and exercises her magic to prevent Florist attacks that have advanced with the right hand of the devil.

"I, the one who receives the protection of the flames"

Just one word chant, but it is enough to be as powerful as Pramia. Immediately after the chant, a flame erupts from the red demonic squares unfolding at his feet to build a wall. The wall is a protective wall to protect Pramia.

Despite the appearance of a protective wall in front of me, the flow list does not show how to stop the movement. All that. Florist accelerated even further and stabbed Woods into the wall of flames.

Normally, a tree should be carburized by flames, but a flowlist tree is not normal. It's a tree enough to name the strongest spear, so it couldn't have been stopped by the flames.

"This right arm even overcomes the wall of flames"

"Interesting"

The Florist's right arm, which hit the flaming wall, showed no signs of being inhibited by the wall as declared, and was about to approach Pramia, which was slowly but surely on the other side of the wall.

Pramia is interested in the right arm of the devil, who has overcome his own wall of flames without anything. But I won't go by the time I surprise you about him.

"Sure right arm is funny. But in the end, that's about it."

The change came abruptly.

Until then, the flaming wall stood flaming and suddenly stopped moving. To put it plainly, the flame itself was fixed on the spot like solidified lava.

This forces the right arm of the flowlist to stop the progression. The florist, which has been shaped like a right hand throbbing into a wall, has found himself in some kind of restrained situation, where he can neither proceed nor pull.

"You reversed your position earlier."

"You're absolutely right. But I didn't break into it."

Florist can magic his right arm.

"Native. Woods!"

At the next moment, the tip, which was pointy as a sharp spear on the right arm of the flowlist, widens. The sight is like a great tree trying to root in a new land.

And the trees stretched straight toward Pramia.

"Hmm. Were you left with the measures yet?"

"You can't get away from this root"

It was Pramia who flew backwards to try to circumvent the roots of Woods, but the roots continue to follow his flesh to be led by Pramia.

At some point the roots stretched out to the point where Woods' will to be absolutely rooted in the flesh of Plumia could be felt were as much as thirty mels.

"The root that keeps chasing for magic."

"Exactly. As long as you live, Woods will continue to chase you to the bottom of hell."

"You're a devil's right arm."

The right arm of the florist is often described as the right arm of the devil because of its appearance, but the actual ability is also adequate to describe it as the right arm of the devil.

"But no matter how good the magic is, I wonder if the operator dies"

"What..."

You want to say it? And the Florist couldn't say it until the end. It was a disconnected, distressed voice that came out of his mouth before the words continued.

If you think you suddenly had a severe pain running on your right arm, it was the burning Woods figure that came into your sight.

I don't know how Pramia set Woods on fire. But not now. The Florist immediately disarmed Woodes and tried to pull his right hand out of the burning tree.

But the sight that jumped into the view of the Florist who unlocked Woods was too unexpected a result.

"Hahhhhhhh"

It was his own right shoulder that got blackened that jumped into his eyes. And the right arm that was supposed to stretch from there was already ash.

The impatience of not understanding what had happened, the mental stress of losing his right arm and the severe pain that struck him without staying off his right shoulder struck the Florist at the same time.

It would be his pride as a revolutionary army to be painstakingly retained consciousness that seemed to blow in various shocks. But in his spirit, which had slipped to the extreme, it was impossible to take part in the battle again.

"I'm glad you unlocked the magic right away, but it was only a little late"

The Florist can't say anything back against Plumia walking by with an extra look.

"It will be painful. I'll make it easier soon."

……

"Stop, stop," I want to scream, but I can't use my words well. Florist looked at Plumia with a pleading look. But Pramia said mercilessly.

"I told you. The last mercy is over."

The word. Finally, Pramia exercised the magic of human fire on the heart part of the Florist. But at the next moment, the magic was extinguished by someone.