The Branded Female Fencer

"That's it. Because on that dirty spit day, I'm not talking about where I feel depressed. Even if the big fat ass gets hurt, there's no harm done here.

Nevertheless, Lifeless has done a lot of things on his own. The composition of these spirits is messed up because that man used the Great Magic of Fire or something. To say something great, it doesn't fit well, does it? It's hard to say it's beautiful, the Spirit barely starts properly. What an arrogant use of magic to scratch the earth itself.

Well, you can't help what happened. Do you use the Spirit of the Wind as it is? This body is exhausted, and we need ideas today. "

Alphilis' hair color changed as she glanced green. And Alphilis, discolored green to the eye, turned to Larna and Muscade to make that eye leap.

"Oh, you two stay close. 'Cause I'm gonna need your help."

"Help?"

"Well stay there. I would never do anything wrong."

Alphilis didn't even dust, he looked at the Dorn. Around that time, Dorn was rocked giant by the wind caused by Alphilis, and it was also a difficult situation to stand properly.

Alphilis laughed as Alphilis saw Dorn trying to fly with his back wings wide open, but still sluggish.

"You're not an idiot, you can't have let him get away in the sky on purpose. Well, I can do anything to escape into the sky. That's a pain in the ass, too, so I'm gonna have you die here.

Though, this body is pretty rattled today, too, so let me cheat you a little bit. "

When Alphilis gathered the wind with magic in his hands, he gradually enlarged the circle, starting with a small circle and drawing a large circle with his hands spread out. Then, in front of Alphilis, I could see a wind flow as if I had sidelined the tornado.

Windy Sword (Bringer):

What Alphilis chanted was such a short curse that he didn't even need to chant. Magic lacking in killing ability, enough to manage to penetrate wooden plates if normal. In the Magic Church, the wind mage was the first spell to remember.

But the sorcery unleashed by Alphilis did not fly in a straight line, but flew away in circles, trying to get caught in the whirlpool of wind in front of Alphilis. And in the wind, the little sword of the wind became more powerful and struck the Dorn. Magic, which should only be powerful enough to beat through the wooden planks, pierced Dorn's feathers, along with the roaring sound of the wind, through his body.

"Gao ooo!"

"You won't be able to fly with this first. Next... Witch of Fire, come."

"Me? What do you want me to do?

"Can we make as many small fireballs as possible?

"? Well, I can't..."

Muscade created all the balls of flame in the air he could. That's a form of magic that lights up the lights. One fireball as a light source would suffice, but it's not a otherwise difficult magic trick, so I could handle about 30 if you told me to make a lot.

And seeing that sight, Alphilis smiles satisfactorily.

"Fine, keep it that way. Whatever happens."

"Huh?"

"Turn your back."

Muscade followed as he was told, but when Alphilis put his hand on Muscade's back, he felt his body get hot as if he had been put on fire through his back. It feels like I've been forced to put another blood in my body.

Muscade couldn't even raise his voice to the power gushing, but just started walking forward to be pushed as it was. The fireballs made by Muscade gained momentum, one by one being bigger than a man's head and burning.

"Here, this! What are we gonna do?

"Keep it up, keep it up."

"! You mean that"

Muscade convinced, at the same time, that the fireball created the most had entered the tornado. And when one fireball was ridden and extended by the wind flow, it became like a spear of flames and pierced the Dorn.

Dorn screamed, but the relentlessly flaming spear struck and skewered him. Dorn, who still has a spare life, repeats the regeneration, but the spear of the flame arrived to shred the meat to be regenerated later.

And before the flaming spear ran out, Alphilis went on to do the next thing. He put his hand on Larna's head and made her chant her best witchcraft, the "Dark (Black) Curse (Snake)"].

But what Larna called was a snake far from a snake, big enough to be a dragon. Huge grown serpents are also of the kind to be worshipped as dragons, but the sorcery created by Larna was precisely on that scale.

"This is-"

"I wouldn't be surprised. I just revitalized a little bit of your magic flow. I can't do this without you."

"I mean, you think I might be able to use this kind of power in the future?

Shadows turned into alphilis to Larna's point laughed invincibly.

"You seem to understand my intentions, above all else."

"I can't see the aim. Wouldn't it be unfavourable to teach me something like this?

"Not really, this is a trick in dealing with witchcraft. A technique that everyone could use when there was still plenty of spirits. Lifeless knows."

"What the hell are you..."

"Looks like you've had too much of a chat. Let go."

When the shadow propelled more of Larna's sorcery, the Dark Snake was released regardless of Larna's will. The snake crawled on the ground as he nodded the giant and slaughtered him into the Dorn as he pushed through buildings and such.

Continued