Maouyome

190 The Resurrection of the King 2 (Lost of the Wreck Princess 6)

... That's him.

Make no mistake. He is Sunra.

He swallowed a lot of saliva at the certainty that boiled inside him, and flew consciousness to all sides to work out his magic.

I'd love to do some great magic, but the distance is close.

Expand abbreviated magic at high speeds.

Sunra, who had stopped, started walking again.

"It's a must-win to get ahead of me, but hey! Blow it up!

A distorted grin says something.

Activate the magic you were assembling before that voice was uttered.

A chunk of wind draws a spiral and rises at once with a roar from Sunla's feet. A wall of compressed atmosphere captures Sunla as he protrudes the blade of the vacuum inside it.

At the same time, "Ice Spear Projection (Ice Javelin)" and "Thunder Spear Projection (Valkyrie Javelin)" were constructed, throwing two magic spears with different attributes at targets inside the wind wall.

Zero cold air and current bounce flying around a small tornado that roars and swirls. Induced currents spark as moisture freezes in the atmosphere and shattered vitreous shards blow.

In addition, a "Burst Fireball" is constructed to chase.

"Blast Fireball" is also the basic magic that creates and explodes fist fireballs and blows the surroundings with that blast. But it is only if it is basic magic that its power greatly affects its sophistication.

The smaller the fireball that explodes, the more dramatically its power increases.

It compresses and releases the fireball, which would otherwise be fist-enlarged, much further to the size of the pinky fingernail.

Explosive flames erupt in the cages of the swirling atmosphere.

One. Two.... three.

Add more fireballs and throw them in.

Four. Five.

"... not yet."

Six. Seven.

... eight.

The agitation scratches my chest .

Even if it was the construction of an abbreviated formula, it would be a hassle to keep it going as long as it stood. Even though they are all hazz in such raw, warm magic of power. The intimidation you feel doesn't go away.

The pressure of the magic felt from Sunra does not reveal a change.

The agony turns into war.

To hold back the boiling fear.

From the fright that is in you, to divert your attention.

Turn magic into a fireball and overlap compression.

"Not yet, but hey!

Generate fireballs with all the magic you can get.

A dozen compressed fireballs floating in the hollow were thrown simultaneously across the wind wall.

Explosive flames intertwine and burst.

Unable to withstand the momentum of the chain explosion, the wind cage bounced off into a blast.

"... Grr!?

The energy of the explosion that was being held back is freed, and the mass of storms released from repression is blown away as the aftermath of a raging, violent force.

Get up so you don't get blown away and stick to the ground.

"... Ha, ha, ha, ha"

My rough breathing sounds in the back of my ear.

My hands and feet, which feel heavy as lead, shudder.

It feels as if something heavy and black is being forced from your head. I feel terrible and painful air, and despite the fact that something cold is running over my skin, the sticky sweat is so viscous that it is different.

At the tip of the gaze, the earthen smoke fades.

It's not like I put all my strength into it. Magic just left to emotions and just layered even as if they could be driven away.

Still, it wasn't a lot of power, Haz.

I won't let it be that easy,... haz.

Tips to stare with slight expectations.

The other side of it where the earthen smoke fades.

"... I see. Sure, we can't talk about this at Bonedrake level."

I remember mild despair at the way they behaved as if nothing had happened, paying light dust.

"A strange face, but a thing inside.... Hmm."

Sticky inferior gaze shoots through the body.

I have goosebumps on my butterflies, but I can't help my knees as much as I think, and I finally tongue myself just standing there.

The gaze of snuggling and treading from his feet clumps around his body, causing frustration in his worst mood.

"Kneel and beg for forgiveness."

"... Huh!?

"Crawl to the ground and let me do it."

"Oh, my God!

For a moment in unintended ridiculous words, the white colour stains in front of me.

Exasperated emotions thrust through the brain at once, leaving it to anger to explode magic.

Especially if you think of something. I won't reveal it.

Just stay high emotions.

Put a magic thread on the wreckage soldiers in their own subspace, just letting them, trying to bump into exasperating emotions.

The pain ran on the wrist I shook up.

"... Shit!?

"Try to beg for your life like no other. That way, there's no" keep it "or anything else."

A wrist is tightened and twisted up, shaken up, on the sunray that has stuffed between them in a flash.

"Haaaaaaah!?

The body of the phantom crystal raised its grip.

Even though it is not the main body, the pain is connected.

"Oh, this!

I was in a mood for pain and tried to change my position, but I couldn't shake my wrist restraint.

Where I was forced to step on it and out of balance, I was forced to hold it by force, and Sunra's face approached me.

"Just scratch your feet. Serving someone like you is exciting again. … add colour to my days when I'm just bored"

In an attempt to turn away from you, he grabs your jaw with the other arm that was open and forcefully gazes at you.

... nothing but humiliation.

But his distorted, diminutive gaze exposes him up close, and feelings he doesn't want to admit pierce the core area.

My body... trembles.

The roots of the back teeth do not engage, and the bitterness spreads.

"Miss Belle Adone, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!?

When you're about to be swallowed up by the emotions that make your sight glow, you regain consciousness to the roaring voice that reached your ear.

Then, following that gap, where Sunra's consciousness was directed at the impending shadow, he jumped out of the force and restraint.

On the way away, the colour of mockery floats in Sunla's eyes.

... Getting spotted!?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

As the standing position was replaced, Sir Barlund, the figure of a tiger, protruded his nails against Sunla.

Sunla took it lightly and then hit Sir Barlund with a chunk of red and black flame and blew it up.

"Sir Barlundt. Huh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ser Barlund, who was snugly blown aside from the roots of each left arm and bounced heavily, rose on the spot, however, immediately regenerating the wound.

... It's an anomaly, but its regenerative power.

"Are you a tiger... Did you still have a survivor?"

"Sunghhhhhhhh! Just you, just you. Ahhh!

Again Sir Barlund stands up against Sunla, who grumbles like a bore.

The fangs, the nails, even the roar, are lightly left unreachable, even when the body is blown away each time. Sir Barlund continues to stand up to Sunla without being frightened.

... had been spotted.

The eyes of Sunra's mockery, while burning the figure of Sir Barlund into the retina, can't get out of her head.

I tried to break it.

Wonsha now tried to break her heart in fear.

I felt strongly about it, and I couldn't help but forgive Sunra for being enlightened about it.

Such a self.

I've seen such weakness.

... to disgrace, reason is going crazy.

My whole body is tense and I can't stop my body trembling.

... Sorry, hey ah.

Wow, wow......

Lord Barlund even continued to attack Sunra, desperately holding down his humble body and backsliding away from the spot.

The meat bounces, the bones crumble and fly.

Even if it had a phenomenal regenerative power, the difference in that power was historical. Sir Barlund's attacks will not touch Sunra in any way, and every time he stands up, he is blown away.

"... not like before."

Sir Barlund's grunt reached his ear, which was shrinking down on his face and trembling.

"... not like me before, who was frightened of fear, frightened of death, and was just trembling without fulfilling his wife and daughter's vengeance"

Slowly, slowly Sir Barlund rises.

Regeneration is never universal.

Even if you can regenerate scratches and damage, you can't regenerate the damage you've sustained, the fluid you've lost, your energy, or your health.

Damage that greatly exceeds its regenerative capacity naturally leads to death, and if it runs out of energy and strength, the regenerative capacity itself stops functioning.

"... gave me hope. You've lost everything, and you've lost everything to me, and... you've given me what to protect again, what to live for, where to live, and again!

Still.

... Yet.

"Even if I'm going to die, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!

Sir Barlund rises again and again.

I get up many times and head for Sunla.

"Sir Barlundt. Huh! We're here to help!

From the rubble gap, the cry rises.

Soldiers who remained as voicemailers.

He holds a spear in his hand, raises his sword, and heads towards Sunla.

"... no, Akan"

Unrivalled.

... the enemy.

... there's no reason to be enemies, what the hell.

The backs of the brave roaring and resolutely challenging soldiers overtake the wonks that remain hectic.

- Power is what there is to protect something.

A powerful step forward reveals a clear glory with a courageous expression that looks straight at the enemy.

- I'm fine. I'm not afraid of anything.

My words, which I said to calm the finely trembling furrat girl, pierce my core.

- This is the Castle of the Demon King, and Lord Barlund is here, and there are some soldiers with a strong voicemail. So calm down,...... it's okay. I'm not afraid to give up.

In a terribly slow time, soldiers and Sir Barlund gather in Sunra, who roar and challenge them.

At some point in his sight he raised his face and saw the sight, … Sunra's mouth angle, distorted.

The battle rushed through his whole body like lightning.

"... then die"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

It was an affair.

Fight against the swelling red and black magic by trying to swallow the soldiers and Sir Barlund, bracing their own magic.

The force cages in the hands and feet that have become like a stick ornament that just shivers, and the staring vision clearly regains its contour.

He ran a wall of wind at the same time against Sunla's magic, blowing the challenging soldiers and Sir Barlund outward, all together outside the range of Sunla's magic.

The antagonism of the force that was forced to be held down by magic collapses, and the red and black flames boil in radial circles as if the hoop had come off.

"Ahhh!

The soldiers and Sir Barlund blew out of the bounds of their fierceness, and although they blew out, they could not escape the bounds of their own bodies.

But if you're on your own, what the hell.

He tries desperate resistance to the momentum, even though his body is surrounded by red and black flames.

"About this time, compared to your training, you can't even fart!

Expand the Magic Barrier with all your strength.

... right. Right, though.

I don't give a shit about this.

If this is the case, I've done it many times before.

I don't know what scared you, Takeo, I don't know!

Eventually, the red and black flames subside.

"Magic Barrier" put up with it.

Shortly after we have exhausted all our strength and took a breath, a black, big shadow looms until soon.

"... ah"

He looked up at the shadow, which approached him to the right side, and raised his voice, perhaps dull, without being able to build any further magic.

When were you approaching?

I realize my breadth that I didn't notice any signs of shards because I was desperate to endure them.

Shadows loom, and their contours, … distort.

It slows down badly, … clearly, big and distorted in the sight I looked up to.

A little shadow further behind the impending shadow.

Flax hair, brilliant in the sun.

"Get out of the way, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The back of his leg, which jumped momentously from the silver shining horse body, firmly captured the approaching side of Sunla, and the contours of Sunla became severely and heavily distorted.

Sunra's body is bounced wide.

Sunra, who never made it slightly mobile no matter how many attacks she'd ever made, just one flying kick and blew it up.

……

……

... Nah, dumb.

"... it's like cod."

Teng himself, who kicked Sunla in the face of what was happening in front of him, landed flat on the ground and... stayed down.

He held his butt down for some reason.

"... what do you do?

"No, just...... your butt is at its limit"

That's what my flax haired friend, who I haven't seen in a long time, said, made me laugh like I was in trouble, with tears in my eyes.