Sword of the Philosopher

The Power of Fake

Apparently, the opponent who fights at the bottom of the labyrinth is me... not a metaphor or anything, but me.

"... what do we do?

Oldia asks. The question is, how powerful is the existence that imitates me?

If you're imitating my magic, you might be able to reproduce your abilities to some extent... but the demon descent was definitely analyzed by us going through the labyrinth. It's just that I'm not doing everything I can, and if it's a copy of it, it's probably not that strong.

That's when my copy boosted my magic. At the same time he is trying to create a sword in his right hand and activate more magic.

- Everybody, behind me.

Instruct me immediately and I will lay down my sword. I'm not exactly able to reproduce the sword I have, but the sword that the copy grips... it also looked like it was made to look like it.

Then behind the fake, the overhead space was distorted. What showed up was a giant sword of light. Definitely in the finest magic 'Ragnarek' of light attributes I use. I don't use flashy magic like that in this labyrinth...

Plus, it even imitates what I do when I try to activate magic. This can never be figured out just simply by analyzing magic power. It reproduces Luon-Maddin in ways beyond our imagination.

"... you're really fighting yourself, not exaggerating or anything"

A fake light flies in on me. So when this one emitted all his magic, he took the sword of light with his sword.

"- Whoa!

Sword away with voice. The sword of light slipped away from its orbit, yet flew in the direction of the day after while the light itself could be played. Shortly afterwards, loud noise in the back. The hall vibrated slightly, but for now, the room has not been destroyed.

Copy hasn't moved while I'm at it. It shouldn't have been weird to chase him, but the way he's thinking about what to do with his gaze drifting across the universe.

I don't know if thoughts and such have been fixed yet...... I can afford to decide how it should work.

Everybody, step back.

"Master Luon, do you think you'll fight alone?

"You're just loaded, other than me."

Everyone shuts up. If the fake had reproduced it to my defensive abilities, there would be very few attacks that would work. As for Sophia, if you use "Spirit World," you have a chance of winning, but honestly, it's a big gap technique, so it would be hard to hit my opponent.

"I'll see to what extent I'm copying first. I might ask for backup from there..."

"... ok"

Sophia replies. I guess you decided that was hard work.

"Deploy barriers, including mine, and defend yourself completely."

"Oh, please... Resbail"

Just in case, that creates an armored angel behind it. By those defenses...... deploy magic barriers. This will be fine.

Speaking of which, is Lesbail copying? And I wondered, so I'm going to use Resvail to do a magic analysis. The result is... there's no magic like that.

Me and Lesbail are magically separated, so you're saying we couldn't imitate that much? Anyway, thank you for that. If we were to go on offense, we should be able to use Resvail to make the fight quite advantageous.

So first of all, make sure you feel it in melee... pack your time, and claw your sword. Copy was still drifting his gaze, but either because I was here or he immediately showed an interception posture, and the sword clashed.

The target is a magic sword, but a metal noise sounded. I also want to know about the technical aspects of reproducing materials and so on about my sword... but if I were to analyze it, I would have to investigate the labyrinth itself, and is it tough on this occasion?

I try to push in with force... but my sword doesn't move. Are you saying that strength is more than being yourself?

"I'm recreating magic I've never used in the labyrinth. It's natural to copy about physical abilities."

You can think of this place as a whole mutual. If so, even if I antagonize it, I won't be able to compete... and I realize that the magic of copying is diminishing slightly.

Perhaps the enemies in front of you, who were slime, will vanish once you run out of magic. Then there is the enduring war... and the fake forcefully shook off my sword. It has an atmosphere of repartitioning, but it immediately releases a stuffing poke.

Identify it and I'll turn it around. I tried releasing a torso aiming sword trident all in return - but it bounces.

Now it's their turn. I ran a sword aimed at my right shoulder, so I twisted and twisted my body, and at the same time a blow to my foot. However, this was emptied by retreating.

It's a simple swordsmanship reward... yeah, I can see it imitating my skill almost perfectly.

If the technology is the same, is it impossible to hold the advantage there? In addition to the first magic, if you even know my technology, is it reasonable to assume that you have analyzed and copied my memories and so on? But you've created something really troublesome.

Repeat your sword moves like this, or is it magic... what moved first is fake. Left-handed to activate the magic at the same time as retreating greatly.

The sensibly icy magical 'Snow Yug Drasil' of magic? The decision that I should physically restrain my movements? Just that magic doesn't make sense if you escape the ice range. Once you escape to the side just before the magic trigger, you should dodge it.

And, the arrow tip that tried to move my leg, I noticed. I can't move. Look, there was something like a band of light wrapped around my leg.

Restraint Magic - Whether I emit magic or not, I immediately dispel magic. But in that moment, fake magic is complete. Underfoot, it starts to freeze.

"... I see,"

I don't think restraint magic would work for me. I might not think of such a method. The copy is probably retrieving from memory what's best and selecting and executing. If you say so, is it close to a computer program? My copy works by certain criteria.

There is apparently a difference about moves and magic acquisition choices - in the meantime, ice began to form on my feet, and in contrast, I began to enhance my whole body's magic to get out of it.