She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

twenty-nine

"But Mira, they're demons. Sure, I knew Mira was strong... but!

"That's right. At least we don't have time to call Alfina."

Emera breathes and Asbal tells Mira to confront the devil as he squeezes the hammer hard. But Mira didn't look back on the two of them.

"We don't seem to have that kind of time!

Summon Dark Knight to the front as I say it. At the same time, when the tall sound of metal bumps, the bounced air spreads like ripples. What Emera and Asbal saw in the next moment was the appearance of the Dark Knight, who was poking out and taking the Great Sword at the end of the Devil's Sickle trajectory.

"This guy... Huh!

Cold sweat conveys Asbal's cheeks. Emera couldn't react to the sight, and it was best to point the sword one step late. And this contact also results in reminding the two of the difference in strength from the existence of a demon.

"Stay back, you lords!

Once again, Mira advises the members of Ecalato Carillon.

"But then..."

Not only Emera but Asbal could not honestly snort, such as leaving the battle to Mira, who was still a girl. But the opponent is not the kind of opponent they can fathom, and he realized with one blow earlier that he would not last ten seconds where he tried to get everyone away.

"Both of you, let's pull to the castle!

"Yes, you should!

I hear voices from behind Emera and Asbal stepping on a bump. When the two look back, Flicka and Zeph invite them by hand to stir up with a similar look to their impatience.

But yes, when Emera and Asbal tried to get out of their mouths,

"Mira can't do everything she can with us!

Yes, Flicka said. She could see that there was so much magic rising from Mira that it covered the magic rising from the ghostly demons.

When the two look back at Mira again in Flicka's words, I guess Flicka is right from that little but big back that speaks nothing.

"I'm sorry, miss. I asked for it!"

"Mira. If you can't win, get out of here right away. Because I will stop at any cost!

Trusted to do so, the two meet Flicka, Zeph and run back to the castle. Asbal then, on his little back, still a girl, hallucinated what a former hero looked like.

"No way."

Asbal mutters so, switching his head that he would have just been flushed by the atmosphere.

"Wherever you go, you can't run from me, humans."

Zeroing a creepy grin, they struck each other's scores that crossed them, and the devil glanced at the dark night before jumping away. Not to the best of my ability, but nevertheless I took a good, powerful blow, because I recognized the Dark Knight as the appropriate enemy.

"Let's say hello first, mighty man. My name is Wolft Bain. He is the soul hunting knight and third earl of Varnales."

The altered demon dares to gratefully thank Mira as she gazes at her distance. The devil, but with the title, the Valft, possesses the nobility. Nevertheless, it is incomprehensible because it is outrageous and inferior from human beings, such as the possession of demons.

"My name is Mira. As you can see, he's a summoner."

Mira returns a thank you from the front to Wolft as she shows Dark Knight with her eyes.

"Kukukukukukukukukukukukukuku, summoner. So if you cut that knight down, you're done."

Quick to say, or Wolft kicked and jumped on the ground, swinging down a blow of gravity and self-weight all over the body to the dark night. Then now the dull metal sound and the sound of something crushing. The Dark Knight took the sword upward and prevented a blow, but the ground couldn't resist that powerful blow and the Dark Knight scaffold was crushed. And Wolft didn't miss the dark knight gap that broke his posture.

At the same time as he puts his foot on the ground, as Wolft half-spins his body, the sickle roars up and pierces sharply into the flank of the dark knight, blowing the Black Knight with the momentum intact.

"Kukakakaka! That's like it's been!

He joyfully distorts his face as he looks back to spin a spin without defying the centrifugal force, and Wolft strikes down the sickle against the girl like an interfering man.

But the black blade pierced the inorganic bedrock. The girl who was on the spot until just a few moments ago had been able to disappear from Wolft's view.

"Where...!

[Immortal Art/Heaven: Practice Shock]

For a moment when Wolft circled his neck, his expression distorted and the black giant danced heavily in the universe with the bursting sound. At the moment Wolft looked back, Mira let him dive into his nostalgia and slap him on the fairy arts. Multiple sharpened shock waves strike into the belly of an alarmed Wolft.

(Hmm... Fair enough)

Mira grips her fist gently as she rebels to make sure she responds. The fist told him that there was almost no difference in the sense of battle. There's a difference in the length of the reach, but you just have to step in half a step bigger. And for smaller bodies, it's easy to dive into the shadows. In one contact, Mira was able to perform that much analysis.

What made Mira most anxious was the physical difference caused by what became a reality, not a virtual one. Movement of space that cannot be calculated by air resistance or logic. But even with them, they weren't enough to inhibit Mira's movements.

Above all, the five senses felt signs and air flow all over the body because of the clarity, and the intuition became more responsive. And factors of strength in the first place. The skills and abilities that he/she is gaining are bringing them together and turning them into forces.

It was not anyone who created that factor, but Arc Earth Online.

The real gaming world by the time it was insane depended so much on player skills that it could not be an online game.

Just starting the game, Martial Arts Experience, Karate Kings, etc. made him beat up with one of them whether he was an intermediate demon or a hostile player. Therefore, technology needs to be honed not only systematically but also realistically to become stronger.

In fact, a fierce man who was talking with demons and fists in the game, a player named Fist King Kozillow, also has a track record of winning the top prize at karate competitions across the country who was a total amateur. I lost more than that because of physical causes.

Therefore, Mira, who carries out melee battles as a fairy magician, was also in the general area of the world if only technology.

Yes, it works. As always, if you do as usual, you can fight enough demons.

Mira breathes deeply and repeatedly, switching consciousness. I remember myself when it was a game and lay it over there now.

"What have you done!

Wolft, who descended into the ground twisting and irritating his body in the air, scowls at Mira with his voice absurd.

"I didn't just touch it lightly. Not so fast, my little one."

Mira felt her feelings return to herself when she was Dumblrf, as if it were natural and natural. To Mira, who smiled invincibly back from her petty nervousness, Wolft progresses by rolling a flame on the sickle as she reveals her anger.

"Don't be silly, little girl!

Mira shifts herself to the right and to the left with only her legs carrying the slaughter, which is carried out with flames. At the beginning of the intersection, either from tension or the movement had taken a large and excessive avoidance distance, but every time it was repeated it was gradually optimized.

There was a technique stained with the body and a solid strength backed by experience. Having regained her own mould, Mira directs her fists to the Wolft gap in a natural way while dropping off the Great Sickle with a single piece of paper.

Wolft, who had been slammed and overwhelmed several times, had completely lost me. But that won't help either. They are smaller, younger, and more female than they are. The self of the devil, a noble and privileged species, was not allowed to stand behind men of inferior species, one-on-one, etc.

The big roaring sickle blow plunders Mira's side and sprinkles the red lotus flame to pierce the ground. Mira shifts her body wide and sideways with avoided momentum, while twisting her hips and kicking through the back of her knee protected by the demon's black epidermis. When Wolft fell ill with the impact, Mira ran up her empty back and grabbed her horned head with her right hand.

[Fairy Land: Red Lotus Grip]

When Mira concentrated her consciousness, the directed blast flame sparkled as she wrapped Wolft's head, bouncing off with momentum.

"Grrr!

Rising to shelter his head, which had been rolled over the ground, Wolft finally caught a mad-stained flame in his eyes.

"Hmmm... still can't go through with the blow"

Fists launched on the demon's body with several staggered attacks were inhibited by a body surface that could be described as its tough crust, and Mira had not felt much response. On the contrary, fists hurt twitchy. But it can be taken for granted. Mira's physical abilities as a vegetarian handing over proximity reinforcement gear to Cleos are no different than those of ordinary magicians.

Immortal skills are often influenced by the status of muscle strength, but Mira makes up quite a bit for it, as the height of magic is in an area that can be described as abnormal. Still, high power fairy art is predominantly muscular, so power stretches.

Originally, the immortal's style of combat is the culmination of a combination of melee and immortality. Mira has also been taught and trained martial arts for that. But now that we're not equipped and the blow doesn't go through, there's no need to hold on to it. And because of its high magic, it can do damage.

[Immortal Divinity: Eye Opening]

Completely regaining his former sense of Dumblrf, Mira opens her true eyes, the secret of fairy art, just because it's the real deal from here on out. After closing his eyes lightly, when he was opened, his pupils were stained with pales clearer than the sky. During eye opening, all abilities are corrected, which has the effect of enhancing immortality.

More bouncing Mira's magic power also reaches Flicka's eyes as she peeks out of the castle. Flicka, accidentally pressurized and buttcaked, had been drunk by an enormous stream of magic she had never felt before.

"What's wrong, Flicka?

Emera asks as she reaches out to Flicka, who suddenly curled.

"Excuse me. It's just... Mira's atmosphere has changed. Stronger, more... deeper."

Everyone on the spot breathed quietly into Flicka's words as he stood up fluttered.

The battle between Mira and the devil grew more intense. While painted madly, Wolft, who regained reason, wraps a black twist around his hands, launching a corrugated attack with the Sickle of Fire.

The sickle is swung down, and when Mira flaunts it, the black flap plays and launches the chase.

[Fairy Land: Wind Wrap]

Against the blackness, Mira also played the blackflame of the chase with her hand as she wrapped the wind around her hands, and the vacuum and whirlwind turbulence that coincided with punching the palm bottom with her other hand scratched Wolft's flank.

"Nooooooo!

But without taking it for a thing, Wolft twists up the shaken sickle. The wounds inflicted are shallow and will not interfere with the movement, and the tail of the flame, which cuts the wind sharply, flashes immediately in front of Mira, who pulls herself away. Furthermore, at an unending time of shaking up, Wolft stuck out one hand and hung up a chase by black flames.

"No! Don't do it, kid!

Mira looks at Wolft with a pale, clear true eye when she receives all the wind she has lodged with her hands crossed.

"Little girl, how far you fool me!

The magic of the demon Wolft, who flew backwards in anger, soars rapidly. At the same time the black plume swelled up, enveloping its entire body.

"You cannot be a souvenir. Let's burn him down on this spot!

When Wolft can roar, it becomes a pitch-black flame bullet and runs the ground. But Mira's true eyes saw the demon approaching at such a speed that she stepped on the rock bed and crushed it.

"Decay is good!

Blackflame gaining momentum dyed the sickle black and glowed dull, at that moment when it was shaken up,

"Say no!"

[Immortal Walking: shrinkage]

Mira slammed her palms up [Immortal Arts/Heaven: Practical Shock] as she jumped into Wolft's pocket in an instant without any preliminary motion.

"What... Huh!?

Launched heavenly, scattered with black wax, Wolft manages to wing and brake suddenly with a distressed look on his face. The damage itself is not as good. Wolft's body chart, confident in defense, boasted just enough strength to match that confidence. In just the devil, Mira's repeated attacks would have made him already incapable of moving.

"My little girl... how far!

Even if the attack is almost ineffective, it would not be calm if it were to be good for a human child. Wolft stares at the ground with an abominable teeth bite. But to the incredible sight that was there, I let myself slip away for a moment.

[Immortal Walking: Open Walk]

Mira was approaching me as if running up the stairs.

"All of you!

You can't shake it up in time. When Wolft puts his hand on the sickle pattern, he squeezes the shortest distance away so that it plays up as it is. But when Mira jumps higher and looks under her eyes, she puts her hands on Wolft's head in an upside-down position.

Fluffy and skirt roll up, thigh-to-abdomen exposures, while Mira focuses her consciousness on that hand.

"How about this?"

"Huh...!

[Fairy Land: Strong Grip]

At the same time that a mass of shock occurs in Mira's palm, it becomes an irresistible wave and goes wild trying to blow Wolft's head off. To too violent a force, an unstoppable Wolft in the air is blown towards the ground by its body.

The crushing sound of the rock floor echoes all around him, and a breath delays Mira descending onto the ground away. Those eyes looked at the black devil crawling out of the rubble.

"I don't know if there's ever going to be another human being."

Even after two shots of near-range high-powered immortality, a demon with no bare hands who has suffered damaging damage. That sturdiness is out of the ordinary track from whoever it is.

I didn't know there was such a hard demon.

But Mira sees the devil in her sight without a bare gesture to care.

"But it doesn't work! I don't feel it! My workouts and my flesh don't allow me to attack to that extent!

Wolft declares so, too, in order to keep his will. I'm pretty sure the damage to the fairy arts itself has gone through, but still not enough for Wolft to feel himself in danger.

"It was a good deal, but let's end it now. Kids."

[Secret Immortality: Demon Eye Unlocked]

If you activate that skill, Mira's right eye turns black and her pupil turns golden.

Odd eyes that conceive demons and fantasize about the fierce moon shining on the night of the Uyu Ball. Forwarded by its eyes and surrounded by a sense of severity that seemed to be shot out by his gaze alone, Wolft unconsciously shook his body at the signs of the superior species emanating from the girl in front of him.

(Impossible…, my fear……. Impossible!)

"There's a little human flair!

Wolft lifts up his voice and turns his sickle to heaven with a pitch-black claw. But shortly afterwards, as the sickle slips off his hand, Wolft realizes the modulation of his body.

(Is this... gu... paralyzed!? Xiaoqiao, Xiaoqiao!!)

[Immortal Ophthalmology: The Eye of Paralyzed Life]

The top skill in immortality that invades a paralyzed target with a demonic eye and even destroys the paralyzed target from within. The activation condition is to capture the subject in the sight of the demonic eye for a certain amount of time. Mira's descent into a slightly remote position is also to keep her vision wide open.

"Nooooooooooo!

"Is the boulder the devil? It won't last that long."

Fingers, arms, shoulders, and a Wolft that gradually but unravels the paralysis. All in all, the devil is highly resistant to state anomalies. Still, the paralysis was caused by Mira's ability to form magic.

Of course, Mira is well aware of that. The aim is not to destroy the demon vision of paralyzed life. I just wanted a little time to hoard.

It was Mira, who had overwhelmed the meeting blowup Wolft over and over again, but she was having difficulty with the rest of the hardness. In my own power, it takes a lot of time to smash that armor.

But it's over.

The next moment Mira says so, Wolft feels a frightening sign behind her back. But when the paralysis had not yet been resolved and the teeth bitten abominably, a pitch-black blade with black fluid dripping out of his chest protruded.

"Gu... wow... Idiot...... na"

Wolft chews up the fluid that erupts from his mouth, resists paralysis and turns his neck and turns his gaze behind him, dyeing his expression in amazement.

There were red, swinging eyes of a black knight who snapped away early in the beginning.

No effective blow is dealt in the fist now, but Mira's Dark Knight blow has the sharpness to far surpass it. Still, Wolft's body was stiff, so he needed to build up enough strength to pierce the defense. That's why I'm paralyzed.

"Why... since when... This guy..."

"Did you think you could slaughter my dark knight so easily? Kids."

Mira walks over gently. The stride is narrow, but every step of it engraves an unwavering victory on the ground.

"Already... lost like this... let's see..."

"I would have said it at the beginning. I'm not a summoner."

"Yes... you were"

Standing in front of Wolft, Mira stares at the figure with her true and demonic eyes. Wolft smiled thinly as he stared back directly in front of his eyes. The look was one that convinced me of the current state of affairs of fighting and losing the true strong.

The Dark Knight pulls out the sword and stands on the slope.

"... brilliant..."

At the same time as Wolft's last words, the Great Sword snaps the Devil's neck, releasing black fluid from the tip of the sword into the hollow. On the side of a black limb that collapsed like a rampage, Wolft's head leaned up to heaven satisfactorily.