The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

Among the tactical information displays (tactics) that appeared in front of me, "Automatic Drive Formula (APPLECT)", a mass of various magic formulas, had already been auto-changing (auto-loaded).

A magical string that flows at a tremendous speed is something that a wizard would have to chant with his mouth. By putting together a technique that will have the same effect as chanting, I can inspire magic at super high speeds (...) and super parallel (...).

Whether you're wise or not, I can't use the magic of direct attacks like flames and ice, but that's not everything in battle.

My battle magic had already been inspired and wrapped around the whole square. It floats on the cobblestone as a magic formation over thirty mertes in diameter.

"Uhm! Uhm!? Or I'll do it! You make the soul of a filthy sage, a cult believer, our divine offering!

Dai-jung Katura pointed her arm at me with a cheat peeling madness colored face.

Using that as a signal, the eleven monks who had surrounded the square, the Twelve Dedicated Monks (Oracle), stood together and entered a combat posture.

"" "Yes!... Ha!

Each unleashed his full magic powers, causing red and black magic waves from all over his body.

Demonic fluctuations until disastrous, not roughly linked to a white coat of law. I've seen such shades of magic since the Castle of the Demon King.

"... that's disastrous, I don't think it's something that serves God"

I didn't even use the magic wave that pushed me away, but I said it with a cool face.

"Sage Grecas! Detect Magic Chant! Powerful and evil… Hostile Magic Waves are directed at us from all directions!

The fairy Metius jumped on my shoulder screamed.

Opens the same tactical information display (tactics) as I do, detects the magic inspired by my enemies, and communicates information desperately to me.

Even the villagers, unable to see the magic, began to flee screaming with one and another, at the stares that began suddenly in the square and at the unusual atmosphere in which the wizards confronted each other.

Though implied, if you feel you are in danger, that will be your priority.

- But you don't have to get involved.

"Greg! That's enough, I'll do it!

"Oh, I'll take care of it. Enemy General, please."

"Rikai!

Lentomia nodded vigorously, entering into a magical chant as she stretched her boundaries. That magical manoeuvre is probably going to use a considerable amount of high-calorie flame magic.

I moved a few steps to protect Lentomia, repositioned myself, and turned my gaze only towards Iola and Riola.

They couldn't move, beside the great priest Katura, who opened his blood-running eyes and shouted. It's as if your body is tied to something you can't see.

- Iola, Riola, now... help!

I sent my voice toward the magic pendant you two have. Probably sounds like it, but brothers and sisters just turn themselves around painfully.

But fortunately, the enemy's consciousness is all focused on me (...), and I haven't been able to get to the point where I'm going to take him hostage.

"Support. Greg, support the fariahs......!

Manuferno sues beside me.

"I just called. but... they just got the fries I ordered"

"Qi (...). Huh...?

Actually, as with the start of the battle and the time, I called on Faria's gold bracelet with an emergency signal, but the answer I returned was' I have hot fries... '

"Grey, hey, it's delicious too -!

"Hey, you imo... good for you!

The reply came back with such a voice.

"Well, we can handle it alone..."

"Scream (eh!?). Oh, eh!?

Manuferno is panicking with his eyes blackened and white. The rush was adorable, but I can't seem to say anything swallowing.

I shrugged my shoulder, then grabbed Manuferno's hand and held him beside me.

"Oh, in my kingdom... I'll protect you"

"Bold. Greg, no"

I gently stroked Manuferno's head, blushing his cheeks, "Pong," before turning to the many enemies that were looming.

Four to eleven, overwhelming if above a simple number. Given that Lentomia and I are the only ones who can use battle magic, it seems nearly five times less powerful.

Eleven monks each unleashed a magic thread (Magiwire) from their hands, turning it into a "sharp sword," and some into a "glowing spear" or a giant "hammer" over their heads. It's giants and half-beast men who wield giant "axes" and "mace". Some fat people started rolling out "thorns (dogues)" like sharp, glowing onions from all over their bodies, and some started to progress by growing "horns" on their heads.

They seem to be special magic users who turn their magic powers into magic weapons that are directly connected to their bodies. It can be called pseudo-treasure training (etatect) magic.

"Sage Grecas! The famous Dickamaran hero! I don't have any personal grievances... but scatter it here. No!

"In the grace of my God, I will have your soul, sir!

"Yea! That's WOW! to paradise...... sign duh!

"Hey, yeah! Glasses Sage Grekaaaaaas!

Zawaah! and the eleven of them kicked the ground simultaneously and attacked me in a straight line.

Each one of us will simultaneously sandwich the magically created sharp swords, spears, bows, and the body itself.

"Sage Grecas!

"Danger. Greg!

Metius and Manuferno screamed. The time was less than a second.

When the circle of siege narrowed...

"Oh, boy, did you think eleven men could win?"

The magic sword of the enemy that was approaching Melte around me, the spear, the ax fist, the sword that was swung down, the horn that was protruded, the magic arrow that was unleashed -- instantly splashed in pieces.

The numerous weapons created by magic flake like white threads and disappear without touching our bodies.

The white flaky magic thread (Magiwire) formed a circle of light around it as if it were a spherical dome.

And it emitted fierce light as if it had reached criticality, bursting in all directions. The bodies of the monks who were advancing in that recoil were blown away and slapped to the ground.

"Guha!?

"Hey, what no!

"Cancelled!?

"Holy shit... this is uhh!?

"Silly! Our... magic!

"I just touched it... it was erased, oh whoa!?

"... what do you say? What tastes like sage (ole) junction, fast encryption (barrier change) magic wall (firewall), modification (custom)?

These guys can't break my special bond of interwoven "Reverse Osmosis (Virus) Autonomous Driving Ceremony (Aprict)" from the magical fragments that I captured (barely) from the monks who fought in the lake.

"Greg! Wow... you're working great!

"Sage Grecas, brilliant! That's an amazing effect!

Lentomia gives an elf ear and a surprise look, and Metius finally leaks a grin of relief. It was a piercing magic creation, but the two of us had a lot of help in this magic training.

"Hmmm!? Uuuuuuu!? What is it? What the hell is that? Aah! KEEP, KEEP, SAGE GREKAAAS! What... what did you do? Aah!?

Kattura's face turns into stunning and fearful.

Blinking with a leak of groan, he peels his eyes out in a rough breath and points at me with a trembling finger.

But that wasn't all.

Eleven monks blown to the ground were about to rise, suddenly disoriented. Then he held his throat and began to tongue out painfully, letting his mouth snap.

"- Or, ha!?

"Here, my voice... has a magical chant... can"

"Nah......! Oh, oh, ha!

Eleven battle monks, all of them on the spot, all held down their throats, trembled all over their bodies, kneeling, and fell on the spot one after the other.

She cramps and peels off her white eyes with a bloody face and faints, freaking out and cramping.

"... you guys had already lost. The moment you step into my kingdom,"

I lifted my glasses with my fingertips.

An extremely toxic 'Reverse Osmosis (Virus) Autonomous Driving Formula (APPLICT)' that erodes any magic defense (shield) a wizard wears, infecting the body, the brain, and… even the language center.

The technique I inspired throughout this square is a huge source of infection (...).

The moment you chant the magic of the same lineage as a wizard engaged in a lake, infect it as a landmark (marker), explode in the circuit of magic generation in your body, paralyze the language center, inhibit chanting, chant inhibition type reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous drive formula (apict).

If you try to chant magic, you won't even be able to breathe and you'll be stuffy.

Finally, the effect lasts for a few months. It's a mechanism that destroys all the magic circuits in your body, eats it up, and finally disappears.

There would have been countermeasures if it had been implemented in an autonomous driving technique (appct) like mine, but none of them seem to be in this state.

"Total annihilation... Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles) are all annihilated... so...!? Less than three minutes... such an idiot!? The strongest... my..."

The great priest, Katura, grew pale and began to sweat.

"It's your turn next. Wash up... let's have you throw up"

Continued