Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

That afternoon, when Marya explained to him, Ishur headed to the square in front of the guild again.

Because I wanted to see the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade Squad come out. From the south side of the square in front of the rocky mountains behind them, in front of the guild on the ridge, you can see how they emerge.

There were many wild horses gathered in the square, of the same thought as Ishur, but when Ishur approached, they were all reluctant to break the gap and reach it without difficulty until the very front. Besides, they're all a little away from Ishur.

Two days after those five fire dragons attacked, rumors of the Great Spirit who slaughtered all fire dragons in an instant are spreading among the villagers. Even if the Spirit is not visible to ordinary people, most wizards can see it. Rumors spread from them, the bounty hunter wizards, that the Great Wizards, who had recalled the Great Spirit, were in the line of Ishurs. Ishur's superficial identity in this village is that of a servant with Mary, but for them it is not comfortable to be a servant of the royal archdeacon. Some of the familiar bounty hunters took a rewarding view that Ishur might be the person in question.

I can't help but notice that Lifia gets her eyes on me early.

Ishur sighed one small sigh as he watched the streets go solemnly in a well-controlled formation.

At that time, I recalled the Great Spirit, but it didn't change the result even if I ended it myself directly. That makes for a great wizard! Rumors would have spread all over the village. If you don't move, the village will just be wiped out by a big fire. Everything is packed at the time the five Fire Dragons strike.

It's just that some good things happened. The story of Marya just now was that there has been a sudden increase in the number of respondents to the royal mercenary recruitment since then.

It turns out that this Red Emperor Dragon Crusade will be attended by an Epic Wizard who can recall the Great Spirit. That would have been a great reason for the bounty hunters to be positive about joining the mercenary forces. The presence of a heavy military crusader now unfolding in front of us could be one of the reasons for this, but for now, Marya would have relieved herself of her breasts with the prospect of some manpower in the mercenary forces. There will be royal faculties, and if that glory turns out to be shredded, her position in the court may be worse.

Well, whatever it is about Marya, it doesn't matter to me, like the royal glory.

The look on Ishur's face, who was vaguely thinking about that, suddenly becomes tight.

Wordless twirls rose from those who watched around them as well.

Following the Knights of the Borderline House, the Royal Court Demon Supervisor and the escort's Horse Riders, Rifia appeared on the street single-rider. Problem is, he showed up from a bunch of tents behind him shortly afterwards, in a carriage.

On that carrier, a large spear was placed naked, nearly ten long steps (about six to seven meters) long, as if to show off. Wide with sharp and pointed blade tips, extremely short pattern and longer blade. No, there was no grip on the patterned area, and the gold was exposed. A sword rather than a spear. Only the part of the blade where the pattern was removed from the large spear, should I say. Great Spirit, the shape is very similar to what Carlitos has, and bigger than his spear.

When the hell did you build such a thing? Is there a workshop in Alva that makes such a big thing? In any case, the baking is only in the tip, and the rest would simply have been sharpened and sharpened. Naturally, it has nothing to do with the sharpness.

There is no pattern that can be worn on such a thing. I think it will be held directly in my hand and used as such. It is a weapon stabbed, poked and struck by a rigid man with the magic of a martial arts god.

The sword is not only sheathed, but also unwrapped in cloth, exposing its creepy gray limbs naked.

I haven't seen any troop marches that follow since the day the crusaders arrived in Fugo, when Rifia and the others separated on their way into the city. But there was no such thing as a big thing around the troops stationed there.

I've been hiding it. I've suddenly been exposed to it.

Ishur stared at the great spear, no, the great sword, staring still.

Refia uses it to fight the Red Emperor Dragon. Her magic appliance, the martial arts arrow, will allow her to fully use that ferocious, stupid, giant appliance.

They're showing it to me. I don't need you. When I take the Red Emperor Dragon.

Isn't that funny?

A fierce grin appeared on Ishur's face.

"Hey, Marya, I got tea in here because of you. Let's get some rest."

Ishur is the best guest in Marya's room, in the village chief's house, shifting his hips forward into a simple but rather tasteful sculpted, tall, round chair, stretching his legs and sitting sloppily.

In front of him is a table and chair with the same sculpted oval on the edge. There is an array of old tea sets on the table.

"Tea, I'm gonna miss you."

Mary turns her back on Ishur and turns to the desk at the edge of the room to write to the royal family, the Grand Duke, or somewhere. It's been two days since then, and I should have already sent it out to an important opponent, so I may now be writing a letter addressed to my parents, colleagues, friends of the court, and acquaintances.

Follow Ishl's advice to keep as many of Rifia's Red Emperor Ryu reconnaissance findings as possible, and acquaintances, or Marya wrote and spelled out reports, letters, etc. at best if she finds time.

Speaking of Ishur, sometimes, as much as he practiced his own assists and protections with slight magic, he thus put tea in her face in Marya's room and headed to her desk, and spent a day relaxing.

I am still tempting the servants of the village chief's house to make tea, which may be quite expensive here in Fugo —— and to encourage Marya to work. Since then, no Fire Dragon raid has appeared, nor has an assassin appeared who seems to be the hand of the Borderline Uncle.

"Mmm."

Marya replies carelessly. Ishur's temptations are not powerful out there either.

According to Marya's explanation the other day, the departure of the mercenary unit will be three days after the departure of the main unit. That was requested by Rifia by a military conference opened the day Red Emperor Dragon Crusader Squad arrived in Fugo.

She made claims such as the need to reinforce a bridge that had existed for a long time as she crossed the river, known simply as the Cushim River, in one of the tributaries of the Benelus River, that she wanted a temporal respite to coincide with the time of attack with the mercenary forces, so that they could not be found by the Red Emperor Dragon, so that they would circle greatly south of the Red Emperor Dragon and make their way northward from downtown Cushim, and that Marya admitted it, and that the date and time of departure of the mercenary forces should be three days earlier than the date of departure of the main unit.

The reason for Rifia's request is the most obvious, but in three days' time, that is, out of two days of respite, is it counting on the time to dig trenches for less than half a day - an entire day? There is also Drate Auben, the magic conductor of the earthly system, and it will depend on the soil on the southern ridge of the Red Emperor Dragon, on the opposite slope, but unless the whole mountain is one large rocky mountain, or something like that, the trenches of depth there can be dug even in about half a day. The height of the mountains around there is not so much as judged by the surrounding mountain landscape. From downtown Kusim and mining areas at the foot, it would be about two hundred to three hundred long walks (about one hundred thirty to two hundred meters). Not the height that would hinder the march of the troops.

Her troops left Fugo three nights earlier. I should have left this one this evening, but Marya decided she was leaving before noon tomorrow. Nearly a hundred mercenaries have gathered since then, but they are still not strong enough to be called separate squads. Marya can be slightly delayed at the start of the Red Emperor Dragon attack of the main unit, no, she is deliberately trying to be delayed. Mercenary units should be seen as replacing Marya's shield, which only formally participates and, to be clear, confirms the status of the war, the results. Of course, for example, both the main unit and the Red Emperor Dragon are exhausted and arrive at a perfect opportunity to make the Red Emperor Dragon stab a stop instead, if that happens, aggressively attack and stray the handle, if the main unit is wiped out, if the Red Emperor Dragon is alive, I will leave, and Rahen will deal with it ad hoc.

Marya took a seat and sat in the chair in front of Ishur.

"I wonder if Refia can win"

Drink a cup of tea that makes Marya a little wet.

Naturally, we are talking to Marya about the great sword that Refia has shown us when she left. There will also be jealous reports from the royal shadow workers.

"Saana."

If Refia does wave that great sword, for example, skewering the head of the Red Emperor Dragon, she might be able to kill him.

But can you do that before the Red Emperor Dragon throws up flames?

If he throws up a giant flame, the ambient air naturally gets hot. Everyone will suffer burns and be hit in the lungs even if they retreat to the trenches. Large amounts of oxygen in the atmosphere are consumed, incomplete combustion is frequent everywhere, and large numbers of deaths due to carbon monoxide poisoning may also occur.

The key to fighting the Red Emperor Dragon is how to prevent him from throwing up flames and how to handle them.

"Isn't his spitting flame tremendous? Even digging a trench would be impossible. It will be there to decide if Refia can be fatally injured with that great sword before he throws up a giant flame"

There is no power in Marya's eyes. The reaction is thin.

I guess she thinks a lot, too.

So Ishur glanced at the window. What a coincidence, the last two days since Lifia left Fugo, the weather has become cloudy and rainy again. It's gone back to the weather before.

"The moon. I want to see the moon."

Ishur suddenly mentioned that there was no sudden clapping.

"To?"

Now Marya responds just fine.

Her eyes opened wide.

On his last night in Fugo, glancing at the cloudy night sky, Ishur closed the window armor and fell asleep in a bed that had become somewhat extravagant.

I now live in the servant room of the village chief's house.

Ishur leaned back and stared into the dark space. As time went on, little by little the eyes became accustomed and the ceiling covered with old wooden planks became slightly visible.

Now the months are close to full moon. Even if it's cloudy, there's a blurry moon light outside. The light leaks out of the gap in the armor door, only slightly illuminating the interior.

Refia shown in a puddle. The wind ripple erased its appearance.

Ishur has been thinking about it ever since.

The magic the spirits use. That was brought from the realm of the Spirit, so to speak, of the gods. The magic that the wizards spell and express is also close to it.

We have to abandon common sense, such as science and physics, and think about it already. However, we should still be able to use the knowledge and ideas we have developed in previous lives.

A statue of rifia on the surface of the water, erased by windy ripples.

What do you think of that?

We move away from science and turn our thoughts to the ocean of meaning, concepts, imagination and fantasy.

If the wind disappeared her figure in the water mirror and erased the clouds floating in the sky, that means it changed that world.

The direction of the reflection of light has changed due to the wind pressure moving the water surface of the puddle… and so on.

Wind is the movement of the air. Until now, I have relied on my previous life's scientific knowledge and common sense to use the magic of the wind. That was halfway through knowledge, maybe solitary common sense, but I think it has served me well enough so far. It was the only weapon I had.

But that's not all magic is. The wind turned off the rifia and the clouds.

Moon reflected in water.

The moon in the water cannot be slashed.

It's about water and the moon, which appears in previous life as a story about martial arts and Zen.

But in this world, it can be slashed.

You can kill as much as you want with magic.

What is the wind?

How can I, what do I think, get there if I feel anything?

I dreamed of a fireball floating in a dark space, the night five firedragons attacked me. I don't see that last one anymore.

He's waiting. I'm coming.

"Marya?"

"Ugh."

"Come on, Marya"

The mercenary units ahead are starting to blur in the fog.

Early morning of the second day after the fugo.

It's not raining, but it's covered in morning mist around, and my vision isn't good. To the northeast you can see mountains stretching all the way to Fugo, and to the southeast on the other side you can see the shadows of mountains with the Red Emperor Dragon. Perhaps directly next to it, at the foot of the nearest mountain shadow, lies the ruined city of Kusim.

Marya stopped recruiting mercenaries the night before she left, and had the Alliance submit a roster of applicants to divide about a hundred applicants in half, in two sub-units, to elect two from the shadow of the royal family and take command of that unit. Marya herself decided to go with Ishur to the rear of those two units.

After his departure from Fugo, he crossed a bridge over the Kusim River reinforced by Crusader Squad Squad and went on the same path as his companion for a while, entering a hunter's road stretching from the middle to the east and towards the back of the mountain.

Marya did not keep track of the rear of the Crusader Squad that Rifia had persistently recommended, but broke east in front of her and chose the path to exit directly in front of the Red Emperor Dragon.

She was easily able to check the battle status of the Crusader Squad and was about to take a position where the situation also allowed support attacks from the side.

And two days after leaving Fugo, in the early morning, shortly after entering Hunter's Road, Marya began to fall into the army.

The river was turbid in tea gray the day before when it crossed the reinforced wooden bridge of the Kusim River. There wasn't that much water either. The surrounding mountains were many bald mountains from the outset in the logging of mountain forests by silver mining in Kusim, and the remaining mountain forests, including some plantations that had been carried out, were also beautifully burned down by a major fire during the first crusade by the Borderline Bojia.

The dirt on the river that Ishur and his men saw was not the waste water from the mines that exited Kusim, but caused them to collapse upstream due to a series of inclement weather conditions and frequent landslides.

The matter was revealed some time after entering the Hunter's Road, which exits the front of the Red Emperor Dragon. The road collapsed from the surrounding mountains, the upstream direction, covered by the dirt and sand that had flowed down, becoming muddy and making it extremely difficult to walk.

Around, only the trunks of the remaining burnt trees appear sparse from the mud, far away covered in mist and with no sign of greenery at all. No, of the flora and fauna, there was no sign of the creature at all, presenting a look like an entrance to the underworld.

"Marya, I'm gonna kick your ass. It's not good to be late any more."

"It's okay. I'll try."

……

Ishur looked at his face, pointing forward from the hard-walking Marya, and saw the mercenary troops ahead.

Do you want to keep going while the troops moving forward can sense?

Ishur sighed small, slackened his steps, and walked alongside Marya for a while.

Maybe Marya's in the mood in front of the production, too. Unlike when I'm walking down the road to Fugo, I feel her strong will. For once.

There is still a distance to the Red Emperor Dragon. I can't feel any movement from the Red Emperor Ryu, of course, in Ishur's sensing. But it's only a matter of time before Refia starts attacking.

Is it time for an attack? And the ground swayed slightly as Ishur tried to speak to Marya.

Even louder vibrations by placing between the shavings. The ground rocks.

An earthquake?

Ishur and Marya look at each other anxiously.

They're both silent.

And a fierce grunt.

There was a loud noise with Dodawn on both of them.

Unusual air vibrations, blurring.

"Is Refia starting?"

Ishur glanced at the shadows of the thin mountains, visible to the southeast when he groaned small.

What the fuck?

Something feels wrong. The feeling of massive amounts of air being pushed out here. The ground continues to vibrate.

This... When it touched his sensing range, Ishur pulled Marya together and hugged her, causing the wind to jump up.

Come on, come on!

Covered with a giant black thing right in front of you.

A running stream of dirt and sand flowed through the footsteps of Ishur flying through the universe.

Ishur embraces the solidifying Marya and increases her altitude more and more.

The mercenary troops that were moving forward were quickly swallowed up without sound. Their signs can no longer be felt even fine dust.

Soil currents, landslides. Has the Red Emperor dragon broken out?

It was a hell of a thing.

Don't let go of my wand.

Ishur turned to the mountains on the northeast side, opposite those who had flowed through the dirt and sand when he spoke to Marya.

Point your gaze from the air at those with Red Emperor Dragon.

At the end of his gaze is covered with dark grey smoke.

Ishur flew through the gray sky and landed at the top of the mountain zip on the northeast side.

Unload Marya.

When I looked downstairs, I could see the earth currents pouring into the Kusim River and swallowing through the bottom of the great valley, which was all sumptuous.

Not very much, but I can't go down there. I could no longer reach the mountainside with the Red Emperor Dragon on foot.

Marya was shaking.

"What about the mercenary unit? … Wow, I"

Marya looks up at Ishur as she trembles.

"Mine, mine..."

Not good.

Ishur embraced Marya.

"No! You're irrelevant. Because it's not."

The path of mercenary troops caught in the dirt stream, it was Marya who decided it.

Ignore Rifia's advice...... Rifia's advice?

Marya glances at him and continues to tremble in Ishur's arms.

"Calm down. Who did the landslide? It has nothing to do with you."

Ishur held Marya hard, sincerely.

I was desperate.

Isn't Marya's fear the same as my sins?

At that time, something glowed at the edge of Ishur's sight.

Magic rushes up through the sky.

When Ishur turned around, he saw those with the Red Emperor Dragon, something glowing red spreading soundlessly at the tip of the fog and smoke stand. It spreads around the perimeter. Several small thunderlights run in the solidification of the smoke.

Flame. The Red Emperor Dragon threw up a flame.

What a size. The red and orange brilliance covers the mountains of the southeast.

"Ishl......"

Marya looks up in Ishur's arms.

Too much had stopped her tremor.

That, then the Crusaders...

"Yveda, if you will, send me the Great Spirit of the Wind..."

Ishur casts a spell and summons the Great Spirit.

Carlitos Alruzzari's bravery takes shape in the cloudy skies.

He did his gaze toward the Red Emperor Ryu, and said:

"Finally. Sword Palace."

Ishur said ignoring what he had said.

"First, will you take this girl to Fugo? You can do that, right?"

The Great Spirit turns his eyes to Mary.

"Hmm. In the city of the one who buried that fire dragon?

Ishur nodded and lifted up Mary, offering her to the Great Spirit.

"Okay."

The Great Spirit approached and reached out to Marya, holding her up with one hand.

The Great Spirit is not supposed to exist as a complete entity in the world, but somehow holds Marya properly in his arms.

Marya rammed up and offered Ishur her hand.

"No, you can't. Ishr, you're gonna die, aren't you? Let's go home together. No, you can't."

Ishur looked up at Mary, held by the Great Spirit, and shook her neck to the side.

From now on, it's a dead end. You're nothing but a foot man.

I have an appointment with Petra. You can't break that. I don't even like you dying.

Ishur turned his face to the Great Spirit.

"Come back as soon as you get Marya to Fugo."

Ishur points to those with the Red Emperor Dragon.

"I'm over there. Hiding or running around, I'm trying to buy you some time, so you can tap the wind blade into him as he enters from the sky. That's where the battle begins. Lord Cal is in restraint. I'll shoot in the magic of a powerful wind in my time."

Ishur says, installing a whirlpool of wind all over the sky as he always does, and begins to gather wind all over the sky.

"Hmm..."

The Great Spirit turned his face to the sky and raised a full voice of admiration.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

"Oh. Tap Marya"

When Ishur turned himself over, he flew up into the sky.

"Ishur!"

Marya's screaming voice chased me from behind.

You can't run away here.

In that giant whirlpool of flames, perhaps the Crusaders would have been wiped out. Lifia's life and death are also uncertain. Perhaps she failed.

Powerful reconnaissance? Is that what we're going to end with? Is there anything you can retreat from?

I have a reason to have to kill him, too.

I can't get rid of my bereaved parents, even the resting place of my brother's soul. For the sake of the surviving villagers, for the sake of the one who died, now I must do everything in my power.

Horses and deer. What do the gods want?

Retreat here, then you will hardly see the gods.

Ishur assisted his limbs with multiple high pressures as he flew toward the Red Emperor Dragon, further covering his entire perimeter with a membrane of high pressure air.

Then he blew the wind gathered from above into the Red Emperor Dragon.

The air around heated by the flames of the Red Emperor Dragon cools, and the smoke and fog that covers the surroundings of the Red Emperor Dragon are blown away.

Ishl's flying, red and black chunks appear ahead of him as he falls.

The Red Emperor Ryu has lifted its long neck and looked up at Ishur.

And the gogo gorgan, raised a thunderous grand roar that

The sound shock spreads into the sky.

The ambient air vibrates visibly, but it doesn't reach to Ishl's body. It was the kind of volume that would have broken my eardrum if I hadn't defended myself.

And magic runs through the whole body of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Shit.

Ishur blew his own body in the wind as much as he wanted.

from but blowing straight to the side, a big fire column ran up behind it. The Red Emperor Dragon blew a flame. It was high in the sky, tearing the clouds apart and climbing to the end.

Ishur twists his body in the air and lands on the mountain ridge on the south side of the Red Emperor Dragon, behind the southeast.

The whole mountain area burned black, and fire was also seen in downtown Kusim on the south side.

Many of the crusaders' horses, loads and carriages would have been left in downtown Kusim at the foot of the mountain. That's what's burning.

The crusaders, who would probably have also been in formation around Ishur's landing, were swallowed up by the black-burned surface and disappeared from its appearance, and the situation is unclear. You think they've all burned down and lost their molten shapes?

Hot air comes from the ground. Thin, white smoke is rising from all around.

From here on out there is still a glimpse, and just a glimpse doesn't give you a clear idea of what's going on around you.

Damn, that's the worst way in.

What the hell was Rifia doing?

What the hell was that landslide? The Red Emperor Dragon doesn't seem to be taking any damage.

If you look down, the tip of his folded giant wing is rising from the inside.

The Red Emperor Dragon turns his neck firmly to Ishur, who stood behind the Red Emperor Dragon.

The head of the one that stretches higher than Ishur standing on the mountain.

Covered with bright red scales, a few white smokes rise from its jaw, huge fangs popping out.

And reptile eyes looking down on this one. A black muscle emerges longitudinally inside the yellow land.

He's been talking to me.

... I've been waiting for you. Son of a man. The magic of the wind is coming.