She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

ninety-four

That was abrupt. As Mira's legs entered the realm, the black fog instantly swelled to cover the chapel floor.

"No... what's this all about?

And change is another thing. As soon as the Black and White knights touched the fog, they collapsed as if they were corrupt.

"The fog is a curse that erodes the Spirit. Perhaps the Summoned Armor Spirit is no exception."

Yes, a voice comes down from the ceiling side.

A curse that erodes the Spirit. Because of this, Words Lambert, the spirit of silence, and Antine, the spirit of water, could not come near, nor could they help their friends that dwelt in the holy sword.

Apparently, the curse even affects the Spirit summoned by the art.

Mira stares at the skeleton like a little infidelity rotten. If the battle starts like this, the melee will not be spared. Now that we haven't figured out how powerful the Holy Sword is, we want to avoid it as much as possible.

But there was no sign of the skeleton moving. The alert has grown to its maximum, but apparently it is still out of range.

Having confirmed that, Mira again sets a summons point around herself. I can't use the Summoning of the Spiritual System due to the fog of the black curse. With that in mind, Mira decided to summon the people who were the best in the situation.

[Summoning: Garm]

[Summoning: Arlaune]

[Summoning: Popotwise]

The magic formation of the Three Kinds of Trinity unfolds and shines, from which the trusted companions reveal themselves.

If the sleigh and the advancing wolf stop beside them from the swirling flames, then a small wasp descends from the light that could be bounced in the sky and stays on Mira's shoulder. At the same time the depressed greenery spread, covering the floor and walls of the chapel as if it were a cloud.

The wolf's garm is about three metres long, with black furrows and thicker tails than Mira's arms.

After a close look at the skeleton, which would be the enemy, Garm turned to Mira, the Lord, for a moment. He then returns his gaze to the front after being satisfied with the appearance of the nostalgic Lord, and immediately afterwards, turns again. The nature of magic, and the signs remain the same, but because his appearance was a completely different person.

"Your husband, he's cute. Imechen?"

The voice, like a girl, emanated from Mira's ear. Next door Garm snorts firmly as he agrees.

The Lord of the Voice is Little Pot Wise. He is one of the few junior summoners, with the alias smart popot and speaks the word as well as Ket Shy.

"Well, not like that. Instead, don't know such a vulgar word often."

"Words, I studied a lot. I also learned a lot of magic. Great?"

Popot-wise tilting her little neck to the left and right as she said that and squeezed her big eyes.

"Ho. Right, right, smart lady!

In front of that extra cuteness, Mira strokes her head with a popot-wise in her chest as if to compliment her grandson.

A poppot that delightfully narrows its eyes and squeals its throat. Garm, who looked envious of it, stood his tail up perfectly as he boasted, spraying a blaze of flame from it.

Turning to the sudden red lotus light and intense enthusiasm, Mira sees two of my spirits, who were seared near the ceiling, on top of a fiercely burning flame.

"This is Garm. Don't go too far."

Mira hurriedly relented at the tensing garm, stroking her chest down confirming the two sighing relieved in the membrane of the water.

Speaking of Garm, he drooped soggy, ringing as small as a puppy.

"But that was awesome. Looks like your lord did his best. That's great."

Although it stopped, it was an unfamiliar move, and Mira gently strokes the tip of Garm's nose, saying so with a little excitement. Then Garm was very pleased that he had been recognized for his efforts. That's enough to make a wind-cut sound with a swinging tail.

And that's when. One crawl stretches into the mira and interrupts it in between. At its tip was Arlaune, who looked like a doll with flowers on his head.

"You look fine," Mira said, and if Mira spoke, Arlaune folded her head flowers to fill her with sweet scents.

Arlaune's emotions are expressed as fragrances. I couldn't reproduce my sense of smell. I didn't know it in the game days, but now that it's a reality, it's clearly passed on to Mira.

(Is the sweet scent sweet enough for you? What a delicious scent...)

Familiar with his knowledge of the summoners, Mira inhaled the sweet fragrance all over his chest, remembering that of Arlaune.

That's how everyone rejoices and nostalgic for the first time in a long time. On top of that was the appearance of two spirits baffled by the suddenly soothing atmosphere.

"Well, it will be a long time for the lords, remember this combination"

If Mira asks, Garm and Arlaune snort, and Popot Wise replies, "It's a haunted exorcism." Unlike the time Mira has been feeling, it's been a reunion for the Garms for thirty years. Mira was wondering if she remembered the collaboration at the time, but based on the appearance of the three bodies, she decides that apparently there is no problem.

"So, as usual, Yukuzoi"

When Mira spoke that way, the signs of the three bodies clearly changed by signaling the words.

Garm turns to the front and sets his posture low, roaring like a grunt and staring at his skeleton.

Arlaune, distracted by the surrounding greenery, stretches countless spreads throughout the chapel.

And Popotwise flew off Mira's shoulder, and as he stayed in one of the spreads, he just glanced at the skeleton with his wings spread.

Its so-called immortal system is avant-garde with a ruinous gum, and Arlaune fills the battlefield with the life force of a plant with no resentment of the dead. And the darkness of the night, or popot-wise using Yellow Springs as a hunting ground, grasps the state of battle, prepares for curse, and plays.

It was a braided, anti-immortal claustrophobic formation during the Dumblefs.

A pop-wise voice sounds that informs everyone that they have been placed. Mira issued a decree signaling that, and Garm cut ahead.

Garm fleshes on the skeleton with one leg, waving his sharp nails. But it stops making dull, heavy noises. No, I was stopped. A thin film of light appeared from the holy sword of the skeleton, cutting the wind and completely preventing the impending claws.

Still, Gulm could not care less, he roared low and put his strength into his arms. Tingly, it makes a noise like the glass snaps, but it doesn't get one scratch in the membrane.

Then the skeleton laughed queasy. It is a joyful voice, as intoxicated by the power of the Holy Sword.

In fact, the Holy Sword held all that power. But there comes a chronic mind.

Shortly after, he ran up Garm's back and Mira flew into space. Then he flips himself and releases [Immortal Arts/Heaven: Smelting Shock].

The vortex of wild shockwaves approached further from the rear than just above the skeleton, where the effect of the membrane of light did not extend, and struck directly through the defense.

The skeleton, disfigured by the intense shock that surrounds his entire body, suddenly screams and forcefully swings through the holy sword to play Garm's claws, jumping out loud.

At that moment, the movement of the skeleton stops in space. The cause was a long stretched spread. The crawl dragged the skeleton down to the ground and it was tangled up in his legs.

The skeleton that glanced at it roared abominably and cut off the spreading with the holy sword. It was also a quick decision, close to reflection.

However, that marginal amount of time will be sufficient clearance. Garm, stuffed with one leg to the eye of the skeleton and the tip of his nose, ran his nails as he choosed the ground and bounced up loud.

Even in an attempt to prevent it with a membrane of light, the Holy Sword was en route to follow its inertia and draw a great trajectory, and there was no means of preventing that blow in the skeleton.

A hard shock noise rings. Claws rolled out with intense force precisely chooses the skeleton and launches higher.

It was a skeleton trying to get back on its feet, but I couldn't get in shape in the unstoppable hollow, I just danced like a leaf.

Mira welcomes it over the sky. He then gently drove around the universe and attached his hand to the back of the skeleton.

[Fairy Art/Land: Red Lotus Grip]

Mira's magic converges and is expressed as a technique.

If the explosion and red flash instantly swelled up and shook the chapel, the blown skeleton was slammed hard to the floor, sounding dull.

"Flame Barrage!"

Then, without intermittent hair, countless flame bullets are shot into the falling point of the skeleton and heavily scattered with firepowder. It was a magical pursuit of Popotwise.

"Hmm. Very sturdy."

Mira stood across the street from Garm trying to pinch her enemies, blurring with the look of her skeleton. A series of attacks that cannot be avoided or defended. All of them had the power to just wipe out in one shot if they were intermediate enemies.

But the skeleton rose up unhindered despite being satisfied with the five bodies.

He is stronger than you can imagine. But there was a slight grin in Mira's mouth staring at it.

Mira in the rear, Garm in the front, and Popot-wise over the head. The skeleton circles around his neck to confirm it and rushes straight out toward the front garm.

Almost simultaneously, Gulm kicked the ground out and instantly stuffed the distance, sharply grinding away with its nails.

The skeleton carries the holy sword to the side, accepting it in the membrane of light, while sliding its body further in and kicking up the torso of the garm as the momentum stood.

The sharp kick lifted Garm to space with fierce power. The skeleton holds the holy sword with both hands as he looks at it and takes a powerful step in.

Contrary to earlier, Gulm's abdomen is now empty.

At that moment when the cutting-edge of the holy sword is protruded so that it is sucked into it, the arms of the skeleton rest perfectly.

The Arlaune crawl was caught in both arms. But the body was only bone but tough, and the skeleton quickly pulled it apart a thousand times.

But that little time saved Garm and now gave Mira and the others a great opportunity.

"Stone Barrage!"

Less than a second before the skeleton stopped moving, it was a trivial moment. But as if I had foreseen it, Popotwise releases countless stone debris.

Though rubble, flying in at bullet-like speeds would be far more threatening than just an arrow. Did the skeleton decide that too? Instantly put up the holy sword.

The stone debris, which constantly struck the membrane of light, sounded like a dirt stream, scratching away the tiny footsteps.

It wasn't until the skeleton realized it that it felt a warm, tiny exhale on its back.

But it's too late. Standing behind the skeleton, Mira slowly lifted the end of her mouth and put her hand on the skeleton's head.

[Immortal Arts and Earth: A Grip of Purple Electricity]

Simultaneously with the activation of the procedure, a dazzling purple flash of light runs, and the bursting sound crunches my ear. It was like a lightning strike. The light went out in an instant, but the roar echoes long in the chapel.

It is a technique aimed at destruction by enormous amounts of electrical energy, so powerful and powerful that the antine, which had taken refuge in the beam, became tearful.

And this technique, while also gaining power, had different characteristics than "Red Lotus Grip" and "Fierce Strike Grip".

Does it have a blowing effect? So now Mira's palm was still touching the skeleton's head.

The advantage is that it can be immediately connected to the next attack, but if you return the back, it can also have the disadvantage of being susceptible to counterattacks.

Identification, the skeleton instantly inverts itself while wielding the holy sword. There was no delay in its operation and no fine dust damage was felt.

But just before that blade was swung down, Garm's fangs, which jumped in with the roar, captured the skeleton. And he swings and slaps his skeleton all the way through the bite, eating his fangs deep into it.

The skeleton shows fierce resistance by wielding the holy sword to escape the jaw that tightens like a panacea. But Garm continued with his fierce and brave fangs.

Smaller, crackling sounds mix with the twisted and boney sounds. At that moment, the skeleton exclaimed resentfully and raised its holy sword overhead.

Then countless swords of light appear in the hollow. And the light sword, which emitted a sharp glow as if it had condensed the sun's light, poured down violently at the same time as the skeleton waved the holy sword.

"None? Is this an inherent technique?"

Quickly jumping off the scene, Mira groans with interest looking at the sight as she observes it.

Inherent moves. It is a special weapon-only move. It is often added to weapons with names such as the Holy Sword and the Devil's Sword, elements that are sometimes more important than the performance of the weapon itself.

And the meteor-like rain of light spreading in front of him was descending in response to the holy sword of the skeleton as if to prove it was exclusively for weapons.

Garm is pierced by a sword of light raging like a storm. And the intense impact loosened Garm's jaw, causing his skeleton to escape the restraint.

Once he stares at Mira in a slightly depressed manner, either because he was escaped by his captured prey, then Garm returns his gaze to the skeleton and groans in abomination.

(I didn't know you could shake the gum that was eaten. It's pretty good.)

At the time I heard of the Holy Sword, I expected there to be an inherent move, but its power seemed more than I expected. Confirming the damage, Mira regains Gulm with admiration [Summoning Skills: Healer of Fraternity].

Precisely a barrier to protecting the garm, not the wound.

Sometimes a phantom beast summoned as a feature of the summons will not be injured during the summons. That's because the subpoena incorporates a technique of protection and forcible repatriation.

And that's also why you can safely be made to stand on the arrow side of a powerful enemy.

As soon as the recovery is over, Gulm storms again violently, waving his nails down against the skeleton. The blow was terribly quick and aimed precisely at the neck of the skeleton. But I followed the same trajectory as last time, so the skeleton would react in a sharp fashion.

The skeleton did not unfold the membrane of light, but placed the holy sword diagonally, aligning the blade tips, and stunning the claws of Garm.

At the same time that he was derailed and his nails deeply decided the floor, the skeleton jumped with the holy sword as an axis, causing his knee to plunge into the side head of the garm, wondering if he had been shaken.

A crack enters Garm's protection, and its black body is bounced off with intense impact.

Without going between, the fireball struck the skeleton more than the other side. It's pop-wise magic, unleashed at an exquisite time. But the skeleton takes it with an empty hand, and crushes it with screaming.

Behind it, Mira looms from a complete blind spot. But at that time, when the skeleton twisted itself in the universe, it caught Mira straight with both eyes and shook up his sword.

(I didn't know you would respond so quickly. better than that demon)

Mira smiles bitterly at the useless skeletal behavior as if she had prefaced it, and one day identifies the behavior and speed of reaction while comparing it to the demons she fought. And in his eyes dwelt a heaven deeper than the sky, and a white tower shield appeared between him and me.

As both legs touch the ground, the skeleton moves its entire body all at once, waving down its hand with the holy sword in one breath. As soon as the flash ran, the blade of the Holy Sword broke off the white shield with ease, and the sword of light pouring down countless times struck like a sudden rain.

The annihilation attack destroys all surroundings where Mira was under surface pressure.

But there was no sign of Mira in the blast.

Its overwhelming destruction is not easy to overcome. For this reason, the skeleton, convinced of a direct strike, appears slightly wolfish. But immediately look around and calmly explore the target's position.

Shortly afterwards, what its eyes captured were the fireballs and the fangs of Gulm, which loomed again more than on both sides. The skeleton, distracted by Mira's presence and delayed in reacting, had already missed the opportunity to dodge.

Therefore put on the holy sword, and prevent the most threatening fangs of Garm with the membrane of light, and the fireball is received by the palm. But this time the fireball was bigger than earlier, and the skeleton's arm snapped harder. In addition, Garm's fangs, which are eaten violently, do not allow any slack, but nail the skeleton to the spot.

"I finally caught you."

One arm of the skeleton, spread wide on both sides, is accompanied by small hands. Mira, the Lord of that hand, smiled invincibly and whispered, squeezing the arms of the skeleton with the holy sword with both hands.

[Immortal Art/Earth: Strong Grip/Double]

When the procedure is activated, more magic than ever converges into Mira's hands in a swirling moment.

What arose from the small palms was a shockwave of wild tyranny and destruction, which transmitted the air of the chapel and shook the whole thing.

Its power, concentrated in one place, was not in previous ratios, but enough to shatter the arms of the skeleton.

Zero holy sword falls from hands detached from the body and callously into the bushes of Arlaune. Conversely, the re-orbiting fireball flew to the ceiling, where it exploded.

The screams of the skeleton echo as the chapel is lit red and the explosion is focused.