Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"This is Lord Ishur. How'd it go?

The Great Spirit has spoken to me. It feels like it's going to echo in my heart just like yesterday. No one else will hear me.

I'd like to ask you right now why Marya knew his name and could even say that complex name.

I'll stay here for a long time and put the matter behind me.

Ishur turned his gaze toward the flock of tooth pigs, and said to the Great Spirit.

"Get rid of that one"

Carlitos turned around and looked at the end of Ishl's gaze.

"Hmm, is that it?

"Oh."

The Great Spirit feels like one distraction right now. I don't seem very motivated.

"Okay."

As he turned to this side, he held the spear with one hand and flashed behind him, not even looking toward the fang pig.

A large semi-circular, magically stiffened, giant wind blade appears at the tip of the spear, slightly raised. Both ends of the blade stretched to the back of the trees on both sides of the river.

The semi-circular wind blade that you want to flatten, similar in shape to Boomerang, begins to move forward at a sharp speed as soon as it forms its shape.

The oversized wind blade appeared without sound, and there was little wind around.

It's still from "outside"......

Do you mean that both magic and "wind" were called out of the Spirit Realm?

The blade of the wind holds down the waters of the river below, slashing down the trees growing on both sides without any resistance, flying towards the flock of tooth pigs.

The trunks and branches of the trees are broken, and the falling rustling and messy noises are later left behind. Almost nothing is heard from the wind blade itself. There may be a slight wind-cut noise.

The wind blade pushing ahead has a distance, so I can manage to follow it with my eyes, but no matter how fast I look at it, there will be the speed of machine bullets and missiles.

And before the trees on both sides of the cut shore fell in, a great bright red blood smoke rose.

That was the end of the flock of tooth pigs. They wouldn't even know what happened.

The blade of the wind then went straight ahead and kept knocking down the trees to the far end, eventually disappearing quietly without sound. I can see the branches and earthen smoke of the trees knocked down by the distant sky rising.

"May I?"

The Great Spirit of the Wind hasn't turned around, and has spoken to Ishur, who is stunned and speechless.

"Oh, oh."

The maryas are also silently solidified.

Is this the power of the Great Spirit?

"Sword Palace. I'm never complaining, but if you're calling me in, I want you to do it when you're a little more boney."

The Great Spirit gave him one of his lips, and he said with a grin.

"Ah, oh. Okay. I'll do that next time."

"Um. See you later."

When he nodded one thing, he disappeared again as lightly as he did last night. A breeze passes around me.

Together, we haven't made a single move for a while, and no one speaks.

"Oh, oh."

Nina opened her mouth the most to begin with, but I don't know what she wants to say.

"That's the Great Spirit. Isurumi's awesomeness."

It feels like Marya feels like nothing. Rarely.

"No, I was afraid. That's Lord Ishur. It's like being in a world of mythology or gay tales."

And, Ira. Did she see it, too, or she figured it out.

"Ugh, yeah......"

Not really.

"No, Marya, how do you know the name of that spirit?

Besides, why can't you just say hello without holding onto it?

"Hmm?"

Marya leaned her neck and looked up at Ishr.

The Ishurs were then going to have a tough time until they returned to the intersection. For the trees that were defeated by the river's edge with a glimmer of the Great Spirit, and their trunks and branches folded in multiple folds, blocking the way of the Ishurs.

Even though it was difficult for one to move on, the trunk of the tree, which was connected by an extra-large wind blade unleashed by the Great Spirit, collapsed, threatening a carriage horse who was about to die, and Ira, accustomed to the treatment of the horse, managed to calm down, and we all began to work together and pull him back to the intermediate path with desperation.

We spent a lot of time and when we got back on the road we were all exhausted.

Marya said in a fed up tone to Ishur, who dropped his shoulder and sighed, where the emotion that had just seen the Great Spirit straight away had also gone.

"That's silly, Ishr."

But there was a smile on his face.

Yveda, the wind god who ruled the kingdom of wind in the ancient, long time ago, was consulted one day by the Lord God Jerez.

Jerez says Balhel, the fire god who had ruled the land of fire, was a very rambling man, and he cried out for evil every now and then to the gods of water and the nations that the gods of the earth had ruled, and that he was crying from them to do something about it, and he was in trouble.

Iveda answered Jerez that I would do something about it, and decided to praise Balhel myself.

She just tried to get into the Land of Fire and get a direct verdict on Balhel, but the ministers around have stopped it. The ministers said before Yveda himself went to the land of fire, let us first set up a messenger and tell Balhel what Yveda meant.

The ministers explained why, suddenly, when Yveda himself went to the land of fire, he was seen and insulted by the other party, but the truth was elsewhere, and all of a sudden Yveda met with Balhel and worried that if the discussions were to end in farewell and compete with each other, the land would crack and the sky would rip open and matter.

Yveda accepted the ministers' offer and decided to send a messenger to Balhel.

And the messenger was chosen of among the ministers of Yveda a man of valves, and went to the kingdom of fire to meet with Balhel; but Balhel did not take the valves of the messenger, and led the messenger to the back of his temple, where innumerable flames swirled, and showed him a blue burning fire in a single painting.

And Balhel said unto his messenger, The blue fire that cometh up from the bottom of the land driveth the prey mad. This flame does not even ask for Balhel's life, and he says it cannot be put out. Balhel asked if he could put it out because he was a man of the land of the wind, but the messenger said to Balhel that he would return to the land of the wind and consult with the LORD once, assuming that the blue fire was a fire kindled by the moon god Lelia, and that this fire could not be put out by me.

And when Iveda heard the story of the messenger that had returned, he said, I will go myself to the land of fire. Who else but Yveda can put out the fire that Lelia set ablaze?

So, one of the ministers advanced before her to be intent, and gave her a name. Do me the favor.

And the man was a stiff-necked man among her ministers, who guarded Iveda near his side. As soon as he received forgiveness from Yveda, he went to the land of fire, where he met Balhel, and brilliantly extinguished the burning fire of Lelia deep in the temple with one of his great spears.

His name was Carlitos Aluzzari, the Great Spirit.

Ishur plugged a finely broken branch into the burning fire in front of him, and blew a brisk wind in. The flames clatter and the fire powder dances through the universe slightly.

The maryas are all asleep. Ishur is now the lookout.

... and then congratulations, needless to say,

This story is one of the myths Marya used to read at a young age about children's books. She liked the story, read it over and over again, and naturally remembered the content of the story and the name of the great spirit.

Although there are parts of this story that do not conform to the Genesis myths written in the sacraments of the Cathedral Church, there are famous anonymous, numerous myths that contradict the sacraments and the content of the story in this hand of the Cathedral Church. Daiwa, occupied by the old before the establishment of the Cathedral Church, is not something rare.

Just some coincidence, the content of the story somehow seems to imply my current engagement with Red Emperor Ryu, Lelia, and I don't care.

That beautiful goddess I met in the slums of Ellistar, when I found out she didn't exist. The moon god, the Lelia-like, who has destroyed the Baron family and transformed it into the figure of Melillah, who has been in contact on the road to Frontera. And a rare old story featuring the Great Spirit.

I may have sunk myself deep into their world already.

Ishur stared at the flaming flames of the burning fire.

The moon god's fire...

The fifth night in the middle of the road.

A full two days from that day, when I saw the power of the Great Spirit of the Wind, I was to stop encountering the Warcraft and the night raids, and take a short but peaceful journey.

Ishur began his own training to improve his own magical abilities from his watch hours two nights before he recalled the Great Spirit.

Carlitos Alruzzari, it was also inspiring to see his power, but also because I thought it was important to raise the strength, the strength itself, of how to fight the Red Emperor Dragon, how to beat the Red Emperor Dragon, lay assumptions and work out the maneuver, while using his own magic well.

The great spirits of the wind, and perhaps Nina's covenant spirits, have also used magic by trying to come from "outside," draw in from "outside," or call in. "Outside" is the spiritual world in which the Spirit dwells, or the world in which the gods dwell, I guess. I wonder if Marya's fireball, that unusual firepower, that source of power that she unleashed on the red-eyed wolf that she could see up close, in the sun that still remained bright, came from the same place the other day.

My magic might itself be supplied from the same place to the magic of the wind. Maybe it feels like it springs up and blows up from the inside of itself because it's integrated with itself.

It's just that when I perform magic, when I use that magic, I can't pull it in from the "outside" at this stage. Because I don't know the magic, the spells, the art, the business of this world. I have always activated and expanded magic with my own senses and thoughts to develop those things.

For the time being, we just have to do it the way we've done it and build on it.

And even tonight, Ishur secretly began his training when his watch turn came.

He leans on his back in front of the burning fire, looks up at the night sky and unfolds his magic all over his sight.

I blink at Marya and Nina as they expand their magic. I have a little anxiety that they won't wake up because they use magic on a pretty large scale.

Ishur first makes hundreds of pressurized air balls in his own sky as he prepares to exercise, at the same time. The degree of pressurization is also a small air sphere, not so much, but it is just too burdensome because of the number.

When I first started this training, it was like a sword mountain my nerves use in Huadao, which is also countless —— and I learned the agony of being aggravated, but I also got used to it as I repeated it twice and three times.

This is followed by the deformation of about three hundred air balls floating in the sky into teardrop-shaped, teardrop-shaped, and spindle-shaped forms.

Previously, when making an air sphere, I had simply imagined a sphere, but naturally spinning that sphere would accelerate faster and stabilize the orbit. If it were to hit the target linearly, it would be more powerful and effective to spin it than the sphere. However, depending on the subject, it may hit while adjusting like a guided bomb. At that time, the spindle shape is not always the right shape.

Fast-moving opponents, if Red Eyed Wolves or those using the magic of acceleration are to be targeted, it will be very difficult to hit the air sphere linearly, so at that time it will be in the sphere as usual. For large targets like the Castle Fortress and, yes, perhaps the Red Emperor Dragon, it would be effective to accelerate the first glance with a spindled air sphere, squeezing the direction of travel of the air sphere backwards, and bursting it so that the force works strongly forward.

I also thought of cones, polygons, and shell types, but I use nerves more to maintain and control shapes, and when I try to manipulate them with magic, they make me feel strongly that the form itself is still more suitable for solids such as metal. That's what I'm suing you for sensibly. That's why I decided to stop trying as things stand. Besides, penetrating the target of attack is not the main objective.

Ishur simultaneously accelerated all the air balls molded into a spindle shape into the sky, slowly decompressing and extinguishing the bottom and sides of each ball in front of the detachment of his own control, around five hundred long steps (three hundred fifty to four hundred meters), so that there was no loud bursting noise from the top.

And Ishur repeats this a few times.

Spiritual strength that wears off little by little. Meh, countless projections, tentacle-like things eventually appear in the concentration that peels away, touching my heart, and drilling and eroding countless holes.

When Ishur exhaled one breath, he defused the concentration and blocked something complicated that eroded his own mind.

Once you take a breath, let's move on...

When Ishur woke up his upper body, blurring and letting his eyes play between the trees, he saw it in the distant sky.

Unexpectedly get up and move to a wider view. Beyond the small meadow between the trees, two firedragons were seen flying through the sky.

A silhouette of two dragons, approaching the crescent moon and stretching their necks and tails horizontally, spreading wings similar in shape to bats to the weak light of the lower string moon that narrows its brilliance more. Heading west. I don't know, but is it your turn?

Now I feel like I've figured out what it means to have a Warcraft figure disappear nearby for the last two days or so.

Fire Dragon strength is out of step compared to other Warcraft. If the Fire Dragon shows up, all the weak ones will lurk and move elsewhere. I guess those two dragons were quieting down the warcraft around them and moving them elsewhere.

Two firedragons?

It seems pretty toothy and not bad for a hard try, but it's quite a distance. You can handle it if you go after it with the magical assistance of the wind, but you can't even leave the holding.

Give it up.

Ishur made sure everyone was surrounded and went back to the burning fire where he was sleeping, lowering his hips to the place where he was lying on his back.

At that time, the Fire Dragon somehow roared into the night sky. It was that distinctive ringing, with a mixture of high screaming treble and fiercely low groaning voices. Then the second one too.

Did you find your prey, or did you get rid of the disturbing warcraft to land and rest from now on?

The sound of the Fire Dragon makes everyone jump. A carriage horse connected to a nearby tree suddenly hissed in a high voice. Start scratching the ground with your forelegs.

Horse hissing is more of a surprise. Are you going to let your friends know you're not even here?

"Fire Dragon..."

"Ahhhhh"

The women who jumped up are triplets.

Relax in your sleeping eyes. Marya sets up a magic wand. Ira jumps to jump and takes the sword. Nina hastily sighs at the magic wand.

Those two come into my sensing range.

A horse... I hear they heard him hissing.

Ishur went out again to a promising spot in the slices of the trees. Now two frontal silhouettes flying in the sky. Obviously they're getting closer this way.

Ishur turned to the Maryas he had been chasing and said to no one.

"I'll do that."

It's a good opportunity to think following the recall of the Great Spirit to beat the Red Emperor Dragon and try new ideas that we've been working on over the past few days.

Ishur first built a wall of air over his head to protect himself and the Maryas, followed by a whirlpool of fifty too many winds all at once over it, in the reachable position of his magic. Imagine a rotating fan and place it along a hemisphere, domed curved surface centered around itself.

A domed wind whirlpool forces air from the outside into its interior.

Now we cannot reach the "hand" of Ishur's magic, plus the outside air and wind, which we can gather on our own.

Ishur took a breath and compressed the whole air just inside of it "grabbed" it, feeling like pushing it down with a piston all at once. Put that together in two powerful air balls. An unusual strong wind blows in from around to fill the barometric pressure difference, as follows. A domed whirlpool will further increase its speed to capture more wind.

The second compressed air sphere will be molded into a spindle that I was practicing until just now.

The sky above the Ishurs was filled with the overlap of strangely neat wind roars that no one had ever heard, seen, or felt before, and the groaning of the screaming treble wind, and the eerie signs that the air continued to combine and tear apart at different forces and scales.

More artificial, mechanically controlled night sky wind movement.

"What? What's going on?"

A suspicious cry of Marya looking up into the night sky is heard slightly through the wind.

Ira also looks up silently at the sky, ignoring the approaching Fire Dragon.

Nina is moving Ishl with a nervous face, alternating between looking at the sky and moving her head up and down.

They would have felt particularly puzzling and creepy.

Their intuition begins to complain that the wind movement unfolding overhead is not due to the magic they know and feel.

The overhead night sky of Ishur had invisible, massive, mechanical magic moving unlike conventional magic.

There is no magical refinement there used by wizards or spirits. Martial bone, distorted, magical mechanical trick.

But still...

The two fire dragons approaching the Ishurs sprinkled their wings wide above them, slowing them down. When we both do the trick of peeking at this one for a moment, we begin to flip and escape.

I didn't expect the Fire Dragon to escape. They must have detected the anomaly, too.

But it's too late.

Ishur hit the first air ball he made on two firedragons. Every single wing.

A more compressed air ball than conventional blows a single wing of the Fire Dragon hard, and when they both wave themselves wide, they just happen to stall in between, spinning and falling to the ground.

From beyond the trees, Don, and the sound of them clashing to the ground sounded.

With a slight grin, Ishur begins to accelerate the spindle-shaped air sphere he has left standing in the air toward a firedragon that has fallen to the ground.

They're still alive. It conveys that he is trying to lift it with his hind legs because he is weak.

A second air sphere crushed the Fire Dragon.

A major explosion occurs twice in a row in the woods.

Vibration in the footsteps of the Ishurs blows through the blast that has passed through the trees in front.

A great amount of earthen smoke rose from the other side of the trees. Was the earthen smoke mixed with fragments of dragon scales, or with glittering things in the light of the pale moon, dancing in the night sky?

Leaving the Maryas behind, Ishur went through one of the trees to the fallen spot of the Fire Dragon.

Ishur scratches the grass as he blows away the dust that covers the area like a mist.

From among the trees, the ground was dug up in a bowl, and the gnawed trees were seen. Is it because it was night? The body of the Fire Dragon could not find even a piece of its flesh.

The Fire Dragon has disappeared.