Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

There was a hole in the ground.

With a sudden unintentional blow, Ishur can do nothing and is sucked into a dark hole.

The feeling of falling into the dark.

Immediately let the wind down from the top and stop the fall. It's dark in the hole, but I know more or less the depth and breadth. It's a big, deep hole to drop one. Strange things were happening inside. The walls around the hole were moving as large and small earth masses swirled around, pushing the space wide open.

Looking up, you can see the stars' instant night sky inside a round hole in a black frame.

Then suddenly, the vortex began to rotate backwards. The holes get tight and the space around them gets narrower.

Drate!

Is he going to bury me alive?

Let down the wind more and more from the top and gather it under your feet. Then a wind blew in between the soil masses swirling around, sealing the movement of the soil. The wind, it cannot interfere directly with something that is not gaseous, but let the "wind" interrupt the gap between the working soil mass and the soil mass of the force trying to move it. The power to move this wind is definitely stronger than the power, the magic, to move his soil. That's enough to narrow the difference in density and stability between the original individual and the gas and, in some cases, outweigh it.

Think desperately in the spare time you were born for a moment.

Even if we go outside like this, the moment we get out, will we get a concentrated attack from the wizards on earth? Guys, we'll be waiting for this one to show up out of the hole. Then let's accelerate to as high as a hundred long steps (skull, six to seventy meters) at once, hurting your body or not losing consciousness. Drive the magic aiming crazy and instantly grasp the surrounding situation from a high point of view. And let me also use this earthen mass that I took from his reign.

Ishur covered his entire body like armor with a membrane of air that raised the barometric pressure, applying a strong pressure to his lower body to jump vertically out of the hole. At the same time, the earth mass was blown up to the outer perimeter of the hole. He thought camouflaging the moment he jumped out of the hole and allowing him to mitigate that blow at all, even if he was under some attack.

The moment I jumped up, the wall of dirt that blew up in front of me looked as if it was stopping. And soon, with tremendous momentum, it flows down.

The moment I felt that I jumped up into the air with nothing, my consciousness almost flew.

Again, to a rapid acceleration, the confusion of consciousness strikes at the feeling that the blood has fallen toward the lower body, head down, from, but begins to tip off.

Something ran silver flashes around there.

What!?

Re-conscious of instinctive fear.

My left arm was scratched like a silver needle, Rapier.

Why, at this height? I'm not sure what happened.

Rapier is the one with the left arm rubbed, probably around the top of his head, and on the left, a little further away, probably all three. It glows orange and brings heat, come on - it keeps you away from your surroundings. As I followed him with my eyes, the big man, who was to the far right towards me, stood with a giant spear on his back, like a machine gun or a cartridge or something.

The spear changed its original shape and stretched the three broken blades thin as needles, bending them and trying to pierce the isles floating in the air.

The three unusually long, thinly stretched blades rapidly return to the big man as they emit light. The emission of the spear may be due not so much to magic as to the fever of the metal due to rapid shape changes.

Ishur was struck by the way his head turned white.

That is more of a weapon itself than five systems of gold, a magic fixture of metal attributes. If the ring was worn, those three thin blades would surely pierce my body and could have died. What kind of magic should I prevent, such as the blade tip of a metal with an extremely small surface area? I can only distract you enough to at least hit a strong crosswind.

That kind of room blew up somewhere to figure out how things were going.

I can't tell you how to handle it anymore.

And there are two fireballs that I think will soon begin to fall towards Ishur, and two translucent blades shaped like Boomerang.

Ishur gathered the surrounding wind as he fell, raising strong winds from the side to the fireball and the blade of the wind. The fireball distorts its shape and clashes to the ground, the flame wears off. The blade of wind deviated greatly from Ishur and gaggedly shredded the walls behind him, disappearing into the eastern night sky. That blade of wind has the power to crush stones.

The fireball was from Marya, and the blade of the wind was from the blonde witch. That blonde uses the magic of the wind.

Does the wind still have the image of "hanging up" in this world too? Attacks caused by the wind magic of this world may be dominated by "hanging up". The wind god, the statue of the Yveda god, has many swords. Mixing the wind with sand or pebbles would also make it possible to "cut" things, but in previous life common sense the wind itself should not be able to "cut" things. For example, "the Kaijus" would have created a sensory image of the old one against the wind. Although I think it was a phenomenon that didn't actually exist.

Ishur turned his body round and around in the air to get in position, pointing at the big man at the right end, gathering air from above and showering pressurized balls. At the edge of his rotating vision, he could see the big man's spear changing shape again, becoming like a polygonal shield.

When he landed on the ground, Ishur gathered wind under his own feet to compress, and soon took the position of floating his body on the ground.

An air ball hit and burst into a shield set up by the big man. A man's body shakes. He seems to know exactly how close the air ball is. If you're a wizard, naturally.

Ishur grinned inside, hitting the big man continuously with a slightly less powerful air sphere. The air ball keeps hitting and exploding on the man's erected "shield" at irregular intervals.

The man was chased by the defense and couldn't afford to attack this one. That sealed his attack.

Suddenly there was another big hole under Ishur's feet. But Ishur doesn't fall anymore. Then came the light gleaming directly above Ishur, which suddenly became the solidification of the flames and fell like a waterfall. Ishur moved as he slipped through the air, waving his flaming walls without difficulty.

Ishur felt like riding a surfboard gliding over the waves, putting on a cushion and starting to move left and right across the ground.

I can see Marya flashing and Dorate looking remorseful.

And, before Ishur's eyes moving around, the blade of the sword protruded like a flash again.

It was sudden. I don't know how that happened too soon. Run from the tip of the sword in front of you to the sky.

It was a tall woman dressed in swordsman style, standing next to Marya, who had stuck out her sword. Shortly after I realized it, I was standing with my sword sticking out in front of me.

Acceleration. This woman is a swordsman using the magic of acceleration.

The rings are really varied. Her sword tip didn't even hit herself, and it would be thanks to the Bersch family ring that came off.

Towards this side, he rapidly gathers the wind and builds a wall of air and hits the woman who jumps and tries to wield the two machetes. A tall scream of wind broke through the area.

The female swordsman was never to be flown back, but she could no longer move up or forward. Surround her surroundings with walls of air.

Keep gathering wind around her. Ishur covered her around with a wall of strong wind pressure air.

Her movements slowed down as if watching slow motion. I can faintly hear a woman screaming "Damn," etc. at me, looking like she's going to suck.

This sealed the two attacks.

Mages coming in wave attack from next to next. When the others turned their gaze to see what was going on, Marya, Drate, and the blonde demon guide were about to appear in the space before them, including chanting.

Shall we finally recall the Spirit or something similar?

In front of the draught, the solidification of the soil began to protrude from the ground, and a sharp flame was emitted from Mary's large cane, which began to wind the vortex. It's a dragon made of flames that I made when I was fighting the Fire Dragon. As the various winds blow through the practice fields, the dragon still sounds that characteristic, far away, and raises the roar of melting softly into the night sky.

A short distance away, the solidification of the raised soil was finally beginning to become a great “hiatus”. I guess that's something like a golem. Back length is no different from that of the walls. That is a good substitute for a large warcraft or a weapon for siege rather than for interpersonal use. If it's made of dirt, is that the original of the Golem, or something like that?

And what appeared before the blonde demon mentor takes on a clear form. Ishur was stunned to see it. A translucent woman warrior standing in the hollow in front of her, it was clearly a spirit of the wind.

The blonde demon mentor is the same wizard of the wind as Ishul, and she has recalled spirits on a level different from the spirits of children that Ishul happened to invoke in Ellistar before.

The translucent, white, shining female warrior comes from. The whole thing is bigger than one, and from its grand standing, the magic is sparkling with an overflowing sense of precision.

The spirits moved fastest. The woman warrior of the Spirit swung her sword and waved as she approached Ishur softly through the air. From there came a blade of great and intense wind.

From the right side of it, the dragon of the flame that Mary made blows the flame. Ishur first turned away from the flames with the transverse wind, and with a certain certainty protruded his right hand toward the blade of the great wind unleashed by the Spirit of the wind.

It releases the power under it, the magical power of the wind itself, so as to produce the wind from the tip of the palm.

The blade of the great wind unleashed by the Spirit of the Wind stopped perfectly in front of Ishur's protruding palms. The blade of the wind would have plumped him in an instant if it had hit Ishl as it were.

It lost its shape when he closed his palms, becoming a strong wind and dispersing around.

Ishur took the blade of the wind from the Spirit of the wind by his own magic, and ruled it, and wiped it out by his own will.

The Spirit of the Wind who saw it was upset in a clearly visible way.

If that Spirit has a contract with a blonde magician, he may not be able to communicate with Ishur directly. Still, Ishur spoke to the Spirit with the utmost majesty.

"Yveda, will you defy the sword of God?"

The meaning of Ishur's words clearly seemed to have been passed on to the Spirit of the Wind. Her face distorts into agony, leaning down and lowering her sword without force. The Spirit is like me of the gods to whom it belongs. If the magic apparatus present in Ishur's body, the sword of Yveda, is “the magic apparatus of God," like the Divine Divinity of the Wind, even if she has a covenant with a blonde wizard, she will not be able to attack Ishur easily, whether by order of that wizard.

And apart from such reasoning, Ishur could feel the relationship between the gods, the Spirit, and the magic equipment of God as sensory things that cannot be expressed in words. So I could have taken the Spirit's attack directly and had the certainty in advance that I could be powerless. It may have been useful for Ishur to possess the magic equipment of the wind integrated with his own flesh, as well as an attempt to invoke the Spirit once and to recall it again on his own.

Ishur shifted his gaze from the spirit of the wind, who had lost his will, to the golem of earthen masses, slowly but dignified towards him as he rocked the ground.

Shall we settle this?

There was an explosion of air with Dawn everywhere in the nearby, distant sky.

That's the sound of Ishur rapidly gathering wind over Grand Duke Castle, within "reach". As a result, furthermore, the wind blows in from its outer periphery with great momentum, rather than the sound of air solidification moving quickly and violently. They emitted sharp, heavy sounds, like shockwaves, that happened as if something had crossed the speed of sound.

There were explosions of air balls, walls of air, wind boards that kept Ishl afloat, and various wind runs, large and small, on the squad fields.

Suddenly, a tornado with explosive power appeared at its centre without any foretaste.

It was a lump of wind collected at once by Ishur from above the Grand Duke Castle. And even from its outer perimeter, the wind is drawn in and rolled around more and more tornadoes, compressing them.

Goggling, making a low, roaring, ferocious noise, the tornado swallowed the whole flaming dragon of Marya, trapped in its wind vortex and blown away with a screaming roar, biting the golem of earthen masses that proceeded beside it towards Ishur.

Golem tried to keep his posture low and defend himself, but he was stripped of soil because of his body by a tornado storm, unable to maintain that body, losing shape from head to foot, and disappeared into massive dust.

The Spirit, who was standing in the blurry air, did not escape the tornado, but disappeared to melt in the wind.

Ishur moves the tornado forward. On the left side of Ishur, the other demon conductor, except the female swordsman, who is caught and gasps at the wall of air, sits in front of the wall across the street and has not repositioned himself for a long time. The oldest man on the far right continues to be chased by the defense of a continuous explosion of the air ball, keeping one knee low on the ground. Everyone, including Marya, doesn't look like they're shooting magic at Ishur anymore. Marya and the blonde wizard guide just set up their canes without power. Drate, like the big man, is lowering his hips and on one knee. They all seem a lot worn out. I guess there is still considerable openness to the amount of magic that can be exercised compared to Ishur.

A lot of people decided.

What are we gonna do, you guys?

This is going to ravage you.

And whosoever can move with the wizards will retreat toward the wall behind them. Is there no hitter anymore?

So Ishur felt some sign and saw Petra standing on the wall.

As she prayed for something, she had a golden scepter hanging in the night sky. From the tip of its sceptre was the magic that spread high into the night sky and fell to the ground like a glowing veil.

It was a beautiful sight to nail my eyes by accident. And the whole squad yard rocked out. The swing of the ground was also fully felt by Ishur, who was floating in the air not so high.

The vibrations on the ground became more and more intense, and between Ishur and the Magic Instructors, suddenly the ground was pushed up and a large wall of earth appeared. It had a height due to the walls of the castle, and a length that sufficiently concealed and protected the wizards from end to end, who spread wide left and right toward Ishur. The dirt walls seem to continue as far south as the Ishurs are fighting.

Massive magic other than the one Ishur sees for the first time.

Is this the magic that the royal one wields?

Petra. You kept saying stupid things during the day. That's pretty good.

When Ishur niggered, he hit a tornado against the walls of its dirt, gradually moving it from the northern edge to the south, and it took him to break.

With tremendous momentum, the tornado knocks the wind against the walls of the dirt produced by Petra, and scrapes away the dirt mass. Petra's dirt wall disappeared from the north.

Ishur shifted the tornado towards the south, destroying the walls in good order, but an unexpected phenomenon occurred at the north end of the wall, which seemed to have been completely destroyed.

Soil begins to flourish again from the location of the disappeared dirt wall, and scattered soil masses gather to reverse rotate the film, and occasionally the dirt wall regenerates again.

Ishur shifted the tornado north again, destroying the regenerated walls. Then in the meantime the southern wall, which I just broke down, regenerates.

This...

That's the Royal Magic Fixture, isn't it a glimmer?

Then you just have to kill the sorcerer or destroy the magic equipment she has......

Ishur couldn't do it and produced another, a tornado on the south side. The entire squad yard is overshadowed by even more fierce winds and roars. The strong winds that had so far avoided Ishur half automatically also began to blow straight around him. However, Ishur's face still had room for expression as she soaked her hair in the fierce wind.

The second tornado also began to destroy the walls of the earth.

When the destruction of the walls created by Petra proceeded simultaneously in two places, it was no longer automatically regenerated. Is it also a matter of some sort of determination, or if it is destroyed simultaneously in more than one place, the ability to play it may be cancelled.

Ishur's face is down.

Its soft, still slightly younger look made those who see it the other way around feel terrified. All I could see was a woman swordsman using the magic of acceleration, covered in air walls and sealed in motion near him, though.

That's it.

When Ishur made the declaration of victory in his heart, he turned to Petra.

On the walls Petra was dancing and crazy. Two female knights on both sides cling to her and seeming desperate.

………

Something small can be heard from far away.

When Ishur turns his eyes to the voice, a woman swordsman who was surrounded by a wall of air a little further away and kept moving slowly as she stops moving, screaming something out.

Her screams are hardly heard because of the walls of the air around her and the sound of the wind blowing in. Moreover, in addition to that, around the two tornadoes, there is a roar of different winds.

The female swordsman stopped fighting for now and seemed unwilling. Ishur approached her.

"Please, I surrender, so no more. They're all gonna die."

The female swordsman looked at the noisy Petra and said aloud in the roar of the strong wind.

Ishur also gave Petra another glance.

Is that screaming at me, stop, not angry at me?

I still don't feel like I knocked these guys to the bottom of my fear...

Well, fine. In the meantime, I'll put the spear away.

Ishur stopped all the wind magic that was unfolding on the practice field. The tornado disappeared, as did the air balls that were unleashing on the big man at the right end, and the walls of the air around the female swordsman. Ishur's own “board”, which solidifies the pressure of the wind beneath his feet in a plate form, also disappears and descends to the ground.

The area was surrounded by the sound of a high wind as the tornado disappeared. Finally, it was surrounded by tranquillity that seemed unnatural.

I feel rather uncomfortable with the original, nighttime silence of the castle, whether the five senses have gone crazy because of the continued exposure to unusual circumstances, and I cannot keep up with the sudden changes in the environment.

Ishur sighed one thing and looked at the female swordsman.

The fatigued woman sits down on the ground, leaning her face down and breathing on her shoulders.

Ishur also felt quite tired. That's not the same situation as when you continuously defeated the stone tower at Ellistar Castle. At that time it was aimed at stubborn but immobile objects, but this time it was the opponents of multiple magical mentors, living humans using magic. As a result, he continued to use multiple magic at all times, such as air balls and tornadoes.

The walls of dirt that were partitioning Ishur and the Magic Instructors sink into the ground without sound. Later, earth masses scattered and, by the way, the ground rose, leaving the squares of a snagged, desolate squad of soldiers.

Four demon guides, who were relative to Ishur, walk slowly towards Ishur. I don't feel the will to fight them either. On the walls, Petra and the ladies and knights walk south early enough. At their walking distance is one of the castle walls provided with equal intervals. I guess I'm trying to get out of there.

Ishur now thought of something even more important, and either a large group of people lurked around, or he expanded his own magical detection of the wind to include exploration.

I can't feel any particularly suspicious signs.

If you were really willing to wipe him out in a trap, the kingdom side would have pre-assembled not only the court demon leaders, but also the Knights and other cohesive forces around the squad fields.

That's what I'd do if I were on the trap side. Can I still assume that this was a simple test of force in order to measure my power?

Instead, these guys seemed pretty serious.

"I'm sorry, Ishr"

Mary came out a step further ahead of her from the Magic Instructors who came all the way to Ishur's side and called out to Ishur.

"I didn't mean to fool you."

Ishul stared at Mary with an indescribable scorn.

"Really try hard, was it just? Well, fine."

Marya smiled silently and somewhat tightly. You know what the words "well, fine" mean.

"You already know that, but my name is Ishur. Can you tell me your names? I don't even know what kind of magic equipment you have and what kind of magic you use."

Ishur looked over at the demon leaders he had gathered and urged them to introduce themselves with blatant sarcasm, not to mention that he was angry at this strike.

Originally a mid teenager, that's not the attitude a commoner boy takes either.

A mixed bitterness of self-derision came to mind with pity for the tired expressions of the magicians.

"This big one is Boris Dogoulas"

Marya became the moderator and introduced herself.

The magic fixture of the attribute of gold, the big man with the great spear, Boris said that he would meet hard towards Ishur,

Lord Bersch, nice to meet you.

When Ishur also met back, he nodded and showed one severely.

"At first, I thought cheaply about showing your lord his strength, etc., but when I saw that overwhelming magic running high in the sky, I was afraid that if we didn't really fight, we'd be killed in no time either. It worked like that."

Boris bowed his head again and apologized to Ishl.

"Please forgive me."

Boris looks like the oldest of these, but it would be something like whether he finally reached thirty.

An abbreviated knight-style armor with a big black cape, good looks and good words, is a samurai-skinned man.

There will be no lies or deception in what he says. It is recalled that the Wizard of Fire, who was at Gorn's party, had lost her hips when she saw Ishur's magical activation. This one was trapped, and they felt threatened and scared.

"And this one..."

The blonde demon mentor said Karin Edvar, who performs the same windy magic as Ishur. When introduced by Marya, she confronted Ishur positively, with her right hand against her chest and her hips bent.

"It is a pleasure to meet Lord Ishur this time. My master hits the grand disciple of Laine. This is how you see the heir to that legendary wind magic fixture, and you can see that magic straight away, and it feels exactly like nothing."

Her attitude was a little different from that of the others. The magic of the same wind lineage, but it must be the late one. Of those who were disciples of Lehne in the kingdom, it is not strange that the last is still there.

A woman swordsman using the magic of acceleration approached her late as she pulled her body heavy, Brenda Lebrect, a woman swordsman with powerful magic implements, said she was a rare being and had until now served the side of one of the king's daughters, Princess Helena Ladis. So to speak, the princess's Kingsguard, he was an escort, but why did he decide to participate in this Red Emperor dragon crusade? I don't feel suspicious. Is it also for tactical, operational reasons? Is it simply the position of Marya or Karin's escort?

Ishur didn't even put such a thought on the table, and silently interviewed the two of them.

These two women are probably still young, too, in their early twenties. In addition to the long itinerary from Wang Du to Alva, the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade will be a march in the mountains from Alva to Kusim. Does it mean that the royal family has chosen an up-and-coming young magician?

"No."

Marya refused to introduce me because I was done, and I said with a slightly out-of-the-box look that Drate was tired and disgusted.

"I've heard stories about you for a long time, but you're still young and you're calm. [M] It's not very, but it's not a glimmer. It's like Mitsuhito."

Drate flickered the back of one hand and his palm, causing him to flip behind the table several times. On the continent, it's a gesture, a gesture of "good luck".

"And I tried to activate multiple powerful magics simultaneously, like no one had ever seen before. It's also unchanging."

A disgusting, no sarcastic color comes to mind on Drate's face. Weren't you just hiding it because of tiredness?

"The sword of the kingdom, Rene called, was a truly terrible wizard, apparently. What did you learn from that great wizard in your lifetime?"

My eyes narrow slightly when I look at Ishur's draught.

Are you here?

I could know their magic equipment, magic and one end of its use in this battle. That would be the same for them, but this magic, though halfway through, has been uniquely engineered and produced by knowledge such as the natural sciences of previous life. Conversely, as they do, I have little knowledge of the original magic of this world, which I have perused and learned from my teachers. The Magic Fixture of the Wind happened to be available by chance when Lene was about to kill me. It's a hell of a story, not like she taught me.

Those two things, the fact that we have independently developed magic, the fact that there is little knowledge of magic that has traditionally existed in this world, neither of which is good for them to know.

Well, how do I deceive you?

"Hey, Ishl ~"

As Ishur said how he would answer, he dispatched there, Petra, who was on the walls of the castle, took the escort swordsmen behind him and stopped for a small run.

Everyone glanced at Marya and Ishur, kneeling one knee at a time, bowing their left hand to their chest.

Shit. Isn't that a good time, Petra?

"Ha, ha, sorry about all of a sudden, Ishur"

Petra looked up at Ishur's face as she stopped near Ishur before she was unnecessary, and she called out without worrying that she was running and breathing.

"Hmm. Is this how you treat your friends? Petra."

"Huh."

Petra got a nosy look for a moment when Ishur gave it back with a grin but sarcasm.

"Besides, you've had a rough practice field for a long time. You fix that?

Ishur turned his eyes toward the garrison.

"Huh."

I still can't loosen my hands on the attack.

"Your earthly magic would be easy, wouldn't it? Or are you willing to mobilize the soldiers of the Grand Duke's Knights?

"... No, the concubine was originally against this. Bye, but"

Petra leaned down and said, teasing and twisting her fingers in both hands.

It's just cute to look at for now, Petra.

"Is that it? That sounds interesting! Or so you said, Petra."

That's where Marya breaks in.

I guess.

It must have been as clear as I thought because it was about this guy. Very well, I can see it clearly.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

Petra pointed and rumbled at Marya.

"I don't think you should say that."

These guys......

The magicians, kneeling and drooling in their heads, looked up at them with a stunned face.

Marya ignored the rambling Petra and told Ishur.

"Ishur's tired today, too, isn't he? Sorry, I'll explain the Red Emperor dragon crusade again tomorrow."

Marya also walks over to Ishul. She looked up at Ishl and said.

"Right? For now, that's it for tonight."

And Ishul glanced again, and gazed at Mary with a sarcastic glance.

She had no sign of any movement in that gaze of Ishur either.

"What? What"

Got hit?

The day after the two of us had a little late lunch. Marya sitting across the street.

Ishur felt like he figured out Marya's thoughts last night when she had been forced to break up the story there.

If I joined the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade, I would also have the opportunity to get close to Uncle Borderline, to see before the battle, and to think that something would happen. I can remember his face, and I can see what's going on inside his castle, and above all, he suddenly gave him the name of an enemy there... and in some cases he could do something about it.

Yet.

She must have thought at that time that if we kept talking about it, it could be a hassle.

The next day, Ishur, as promised, met Marya at lunch in the square in front of the castle gate on the bridge to the west, along the same road as the Frontera Chamber of Commerce headquarters and the outdoor café where he met Petra, had lunch in a calm atmosphere shop, whether it was formerly an aristocratic mansion. The shop was quite stylish, renovating several rooms on the ground floor, overlooking the grass and trees of a well organized garden, and eating in a private room surrounded by dishes. I was taught about this shop by Flune, who was born and raised in Frontera.

When Marya and I were having lunch, she naturally explained how to crusade the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Me and Ishur are separate teams. I'll act separate from them."

Marya said sayin 'with her usual faceless face.

"Four of my colleagues' demon mentors fought Ishur yesterday to join the Borderline Bell Army. Ishur, with me, goes straight to the village near Kusim called Fugo, without stopping at Alva, first to the Hunter Guild of that village."