Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

There are many warcraft in the dark realm where red earth spreads on one side. Warcraft who live in vast lands inherently have their own territory, and warcraft who act in flocks do not easily change their own territory.

Occasionally, when a problem arises, such as a hunting ground being exhausted, a major move is made in search of a new hunting ground, but no attempt is made to enter the territory of the other Warcraft. Warcraft tend to repel battles between warcraft as if they were embedded in genes.

For this reason, when seeking new places to live, they usually appear in places that are not in the territory of other warcraft, or in places where humans live. Because man is also another kind of animal for the warcraft who seek flesh.

Unlike normal animals, Warcraft possesses abilities similar to magic. Beasts with magical powers often take on their influence or alien forms, but on the other hand they have powerful powers. Just as there are only a small part of humans and magicians, only a small part of the animals have warcraft.

So Real loses his word when he sees the sight that spreads in front of him.

"There are so many warcraft... and so many different kinds..."

Real has no experience in the Warcraft Crusade because the sun is still shallow after becoming the Thirteenth Apostle. But since we are learning what kind of ecology Warcraft is in books and school classes, the wide variety of Warcraft flocks that spread in front of us was a sight too different.

It was Mico Cabrera more than Real who lost words to the sights of the Warcraft. Mikokabrera, a magician affiliated with the Episcopal Church, but whose identity is one of the men of Detoderion-Belzebub, the Demon King of Dacrya. He is a Mikokabrera-Diskian who will later become Asmodeus the Demon King, but is now one of the hardliners of the Demon King's Army still infiltrating Leiria.

Mikokabrera is also used to fighting rough events and warcraft because he is from Dacrea. That's why he felt the sight spreading in front of him was too unusual and unacceptable a shock.

The beasts of warfare in front of them are not even a hundred. In terms of numbers alone, the Troops of the Thirteen Apostles can handle even one platoon adequately, but the problem is that their Warcraft are made up of at least ten different kinds.

The Warcraft don't do anything to herd together in a heterogeneous race. Exceptionally there are cases like symbiosis, but there can be no such thing as the symbiosis of more than ten species of warcraft. Besides, symbiosis on a hundred scale has never been confirmed.

The sight spreading before the two of us was clearly unusual.

"Miko. I knew this..."

"Right. Definitely seen as man-made manipulation"

It is unlikely that more than ten Warcraft will first create a herd in hundreds. If a reason could be considered, it would be manipulated by someone by magic.

But the Warcraft is a very powerful animal. Even though it's impossible for a normal magician to deal with the whole thing by himself, it's not a lot like brainwashing it in hundreds, let alone crusading it. That is an impossible place to work without being as level as a special magician.

The sight in front of me confirms the involvement of the premier magician "Magic Flute" Morska. Her power makes it possible to manipulate the Warcraft in that tone. Instead, it would be fair to say that no one can manipulate more warcraft in Leiria, except her.

"Was there really a special magician involved..."

"Real. I don't believe this, but this is the extra magician."

"Why, why can we do something like revenge on our motherland..."

Real didn't understand. Warcraft is a threat to the Kingdom of Leiria, and if warcraft emerges, it is the people of the province who will publicize the damage. It is the magicians representing countries such as the Thirteen Apostles and the Extraordinary Mages who allow them to live in peace.

Yet isn't this the opposite of the magician's mission? Real learned fierce anger.

"Real?

"Miko, I'll do this alone."

"Right."

When Real says so, he pulls out his sword while riding. Around him is an unconsciously overflowing magic wrapped around him like armor, whose magic encompasses not only Real, but even Real's riding horses.

Overflowing magic attributes are light attributes. Its magic increases the ability of horses to ride unintentionally by Real.

"Ha."

The Warcraft also rush to hunt their necks against Real, who have run their horses with momentum. I am not willing to fight the Warcraft around me if I try to be the Warcraft, but the Real horse, who is human and has no magic, was a prey to the outfit.

What is more, the Warcraft have not eaten for the last three days, and their bellies cannot be said to be very full. I couldn't have kept my mouth shut because my first prey in a long time said it would stick against me.

The Warcraft march together for Real.

This sight alone would cause the magician to scream quickly. Nearly a hundred people who can't stand their teeth on their own come at me.

But the magician there is no ordinary magician. He is the leading magician of the Kingdom of Leiria, whose name is Real-Eleven. Neither the Warcraft nor the Animals change in front of Real, situated in eleventh place in the sequence of the Thirteenth Apostle, the strongest army held by the Episcopal Church, the governing body of the State.

The Warcraft coming to Real if you want to supplement them are certainly warcraft, but their strength is still animal compared to the warcraft in the Darris Grand Canyon, which is said to be a nest of powerful warcraft in the vicinity of the Kingdom of Leiria. There are no magicians who have survived from the Great Darris Canyon, but now Real would go as far as a good line.

That's why Real couldn't have struggled.

"Ha!"

Real waves his sword as he rides. It's just that many warcraft suddenly bleed. Warcraft, which was bad around, shed a lot of blood, and lost his life just by that blow.

It's so powerful just waving a sword once. Not to mention Real doesn't use magic. This was the power of Real, the power of the Thirteen Apostles.

Unilateral annihilation from there. Every time Real waves his sword, many Warcraft fall. It took less than three minutes for all the Warcraft to fall. If there were just suspicious points, there would be an overwhelming difference in power, but the Warcraft wouldn't have escaped.

Unlike the Warcraft of Darris Grand Canyon, they do not regard themselves as absolutely mighty. For that reason, there is not a single warcraft that tries to retreat, even though sometimes it withdraws. Every Warcraft strikes like a missile in pursuit of Real.

So Real could easily handle it, too.

Real that defeats all warcraft and ends up taking out swords that have been pulled out. I don't even have that look.

"What's wrong with you?

"These guys didn't try to run away"

"Right. I was aiming for Leiria like I was running away from something."

"That means, Miko, after all?

"Sounds like it. I'm pretty sure the surgeon is ahead of us."

Red soil spreads far ahead of the earth for both of us to look at. It's a wooded place with lots of trees.

There is the mastermind of this disturbance. Real was so sure.