The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

"Whoa!

"Hino!?

From the command post where the court magician Kaneigin stood, it looked good to see eight meteorites fall in the middle of the army of the dark (Legion).

At the point where the meteorite falls, eight giant fireballs are created, and the roar and impact also swallow the command post.

The command post set on a robust main gate also trembled heavily in the billies, and Kaneigin and the heavy ministers stomped their legs desperately.

"Is that the Margirus meteorite..."

You can rarely hear the chilling voice of the ruthless Duke of Philsand. Instead, Kaneigin even thought it was splendid just not to scream.

Only the sorceress, who is near the wizard, has a cool face in the presence of the lay ministers and knights.

"Look, look. That big fat ass..."

"What a tremendous sorcery..."

Without having to hear the groans of the heavy ministers and knights, they were all able to confirm.

A supermassive darkness, approaching with comparable make-up to the Daimon itself, is rolling onto the platform almost exclusively in his legs and lower body.

Thousands of severed arms were strung like 'embossed flowers' on city walls, and other pieces of flesh descended on the soldiers.

There are also eight large holes in the herd of darkness that were spreading like black carpets, where alone the earth is exposed.

"Ma, magic. Is this the power of magic..."

Kaneigin shrugged warily.

Margils was present in the scene where he created the dragon. I was stunned and terrified then too, but this shock was more than that.

Said to be an English genius at this Academy of Magicians, he was not simply surprised by the power of meteorites, as was the case with heavy ministers and knights.

I realized that Margils' "magic" was not just a technology dedicated to the point of "creating dragons," it was a technology of terrible diversity.

"... wow, in me, just once I used the magic of half the firepower of that meteorite, it would deplete my magic..."

Being a mage, he really thinks in comparison to his own 'magic'.

Magic is called 'Spend and activate magic'.

For example, the amount of magic displayed on the "magic board" of Kaneigin is 322. It's a number that goes into the top few percent of magicians in the world.

And his most powerful sorcery, Thunderboltex, consumes 300 magic. In other words, once Thundervoltex is used, his magic falls from 322 to 22. It's a number as to whether or not you can use intermediate sorcery once.

Even that super magic Thundervoltex is less than half as powerful as the meteorite I've just seen (once I add it in his honor, this Thundervoltex is powerful enough to defeat the Rock Ghost Unite).

In short, if you want to do the same thing Margils did right now with magic, you have to consume about 4800 magic.

"One human being has nearly 5,000 magic powers, etc.... Incredible..."

Even the Grand Master of the Mage Guild, the most powerful magician Kaneigin will ever know, will have a magic power of 1000. Kaneigin shook his head powerlessly at the too out-of-standard power of the person we were visiting.

"Hey, big ass"

"It's moving...... are you playing it!?

"Besides, there's still a ghost... oh, and two rock ghosts survive, too."

"... how far the Knights and Infantry can be stopped..."

I could see red and black meat flourishing in the lower half of the supermassive darkness that was being overthrown, in the damaged area where my guts were zero. Between viewing, not so much new red meat is growing and gaining momentum, which is likely to restore in half a day.

Furthermore, the meteorite's power was certainly awesome, but it was still impossible to defeat all the nearly five thousand demons.

Nearly half of the demons are intact just looking at it and are beginning to resume marching, which had stopped for more than a dozen seconds after the meteorite fell. If you are a human soldier, the demon with the ultimate indestructible wound also turns to the Philsand army, which guards the castle gate as it drags its body.

"If you're a rock ghost over there, you can do something with my sorcery... if you focus on the remaining sorcerers and soldiers..."

and that Kaneigin is considering tactics.

"Hww."

Again, eight meteorites fell from overhead toward the Legion of the Dark (Legion).

"Hey, what no!?

"Wow!

It won't be 30 seconds since the first blow. Exactly the same, the sight of eight fireballs burning down an army of darkness (Legion) was recreated.

The difference is the number of demons left behind.

The supermassive darkness that was beginning to regenerate has disappeared without the earliest traces. The same goes for the two remaining rock ghosts.

The army of little and giant ghosts also looked more like a black stain that could have been placed in the earth than a black carpet. It would be less than a thousand, taking into account the big mess.

"Ah, ah... it's impossible! I can't believe it!

It was his apprentice behind Kaneigin who shouted with his head.

A few other magicians and some of the knights are in similar condition. The heavy ministers who are oblivious to witchcraft and battle are simply delighted or stunned...

"Estimate less and say it's 10,000 magic!? There can't be such a thing!

"Ma, if Lord Margils cares about it, even this rigid castle can be easily destroyed..."

"On the contrary, we can really destroy one country..."

……

Kaneigin himself was full of wanting to be aroused like his disciples. But his sense of responsibility as a court magician barely leaves him with rational thoughts.

"I can only admit that this is... That's a completely different technology than witchcraft." Magic "? It is a technology based on another" power "that is not magic..."

The conclusion was so unusual for Kaneigin, who could feel the magic from the moment he started his training and who could also recognize the magic board as soon as he began his training: 'Use organs that are not legs to walk'.

It ends without anyone else noticing, but since Kaneigin is so talented in English, he could first accept this conclusion and... 'So what is magic in the first place?' I would have gotten to the question.

"Another meteorite!

A third meteorite passed over Kaneigin's head, which was about to sink into deep thought.

"... but I'm not surprised what happens anymore..."

A declaration of the utmost will, of course, soon be covered.

"... hey, this isn't a dream is it!?

"I can't believe I've had such a lame dream!

The Philsand Infantry motorcycle was summoning with neighboring Bond as he lay low on the ground.

The tympanic membrane is ridiculous because of three shouts, and you can't hear it without shouting.

Until about thirty seconds ago, he also said he was prepared to be swallowed up by the black wave of the Legion of the Dark (Legion) and die.

Now it was fragments of the scattered dark body that filled the earth in front of us. No, if you look good, there are still hundreds of little or giant ghosts moving. Most of them are heavily scratched, and I'll just leave them to my instincts to come this way.

"Now... that did it, didn't it?

"Stupid! Don't say that or anything! What would you do if you could hear me!?

At the end of the gaze Bulk looked up, he saw a man small and small, crossed by a black horse.

It is unimaginable for the bulks who have only seen about the arrows of fire and the blades of the wind defeating the little ghosts at best, such as magic.

The motorcycle accidentally poked Bond, who called the man. In case you lose his mood and that meteorite comes down overhead, naturally.

"... Ah, the Darks are on the verge of their earliest destruction! All hands, stand up! Clean up the remaining enemies!

I heard the commander's reversal order from behind.

Sure, we can't overlook all this darkness, even though we've greatly reduced the number. The meteorite is awesome, but it will be ineffective now that the density of the Legion of the Dark (Legion) has largely diminished.

The commander's judgment was reasonable, and the motorcyclists desperately let their trembling bodies rise.

"Okay. If that's all, we can handle it."

'Cause you can't put one in a fillsand.'

"Zung."

The infantry directed a spear at a small group of giant and little ghosts approaching a dozen metres.

That moment.

In front of the motorcycle, a 'wall' appeared. The heavy sound is the sound of the 'wall' in front of you descending into the earth.

"Hey, what the... hey!?

"Wow."

"Ah, the dark one!?

At the end of the 'wall' looked up by a hip-drawn motorcycle and bolt was the figure of a warrior dressed in heavy armor. I mean, what they thought was a 'wall' was a warrior's leg.

"Hey, hey, giant!?

Margils, above the phantom horse, is a trinity of forest giants (Forest Giant) created with the spell of [Monster Creation (Creative Monster)].

The giants lined up side-by-side to be walls between the Philsand Gate and the Legion of the Surviving Dark (Legion). Not even a large army close to five thousand, but with a few defenses, it seemed impossible to slip through these three defenses to reach Philsand.

"This one, these guys too...... not that one, Margils...... I wonder if Margils let it out by magic!?

"... well, isn't it...?

"Whatever these guys have..."

"Hey no way......"

The three giants were firmly armored, but what they were holding was not a weapon.

The thin, long branches were tied together innumerably at the end of the long pattern… in short, the 'broom'.

""... eh ""

The giants breathed together like triplets, 'swept' with brooms placed in their hands.

Of course, the ghosts are coming.

"Wow!?

"Hiya."

Now if the Giants' behavior were as dull as it seems, maybe a few of the indefatigable haters would have reached the front of the motorcycles.

But the giant is rather repositioning himself in a light-hearted foothold, causing a turbulence that is likely to blow up if he is about a child, while quickly moving the broom back and forth.

"It's the same sweep as my mother..."

The motorcycle with the buttcake blurred and reminded me of a mother I hadn't seen much of lately.

"Geaaaaa!?

"Gah!"

Of course, the 'swept' demons are sorry about the buttcakes.

Something to be lightly blown up for dozens of meters, something to be brushed between the ground and the broom, something to be skewered on the branches......

I thought the bike would make it that I was lucky to barely see it with the sand and dust rising like a storm.

"Oh, he's a giant over there, too."

"He's out there."

The soldiers saw the shadows of successive giants as they entered.

Didn't know exactly with the sand and dust, but the giants were arranged in such a way as to constitute a quadrangle that trapped a legion of darkness (Legion), one by one.

"What is this... I just have to laugh now..."

"Oh, oh..."

A few minutes later.

Really disciplined, when 12 giants sweep the surviving demons to the center......

"Gyooooooo!"

The next time it sounded in the sky was not the sound of meteorites cutting through the atmosphere, but the roar of dragons.

A giant dragon, likely as a large sailboat, came to Philsand's harbor.

"Now a dragon or something..."

"Who the hell is Master Margils? Is that the demon the barbarians often say?

The burning breath (braces) of dragons exhale burning up the hills made of the wreckage of darkness and darkness gathered in one place by the giants.

Beyond reality, it's a mythical sight. The motorcycles. The infantry, of course, can't move like the knights are paralyzed.

Everyone on the spot, including the motorcycle, prayed from the bottom of his heart 'lest the Duke offend Master Margils......'

"... If this is a dream, I want you to remember..."

"Why don't you jump into the ocean?

The latest large sailboat that sailed from the port of Philsand and was waiting to enter the river.

Two men standing on that watchtower were whispering at each other with tense voices.

One is a middle-aged man with a blue sash (sash) on his shoulder indicating that he is a merchant in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal). The other is the captain of this ship.

It was the merchants who peeked into the telescope purchased at a high price from Dwarf and whined.

"I don't know the details, but I'm pretty sure it's Geo Margils riding that flying horse.... and the fact that he drops meteorites and manipulates giants and dragons... is a reality story."

"I still can't believe it...... That one magician has no choice..."

"I've been collecting information before, and even I actually saw it with these eyes. I can't help it."

A man who wipes his sweat and sighs deeply. In fact, the merchant was the face of the table, and the main business was a secret detective serving a further dignitary in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal).

"I've seen the Battle of 'Extreme Flames' in the Arena of the King's Capital... well somehow the digits are different"

"Even the best adventurers can't destroy an army of Darkness (Legion)..."

Even 'Calblanc of Extreme Flames', known as the most powerful sorcerer in this world (Sedia), would not reach the feet of 'Wizard' Geo Margils. That is the conclusion that the undercover detective naturally arrived at.

"Captain, it's the fastest. Stop trading along the way. Worst case scenario, dump the load, but return as soon as you can to the King's Landing and report back."

"... that's a big deficit, huh?

Though a sham job, the maritime trade from Philsand to connecting the southern kingdoms of the military gods (Run Bart), the western kingdoms (Rainddal) and the northern kingdoms (Shrendal) generates enormous profits.

It's part of the plan to make a lot of money as well as information on this voyage.

"Right now, the information we're grabbing is the most important shipment, Captain. Whoever has so much power as an individual will be enemies or allies of the kingdom… without joke, the survival of the kingdom of the North (Schrendal) is at stake"

"... sure, yeah"

To the words of a skilled spy who had dived through several training grounds, the captain sipped and nodded.

"Aside from us, our peers will bring this information back to the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal)...... Maybe a decent fit is about our general? If any other idiot aristocrats let out a little bit and piss him off..."

"Heh, that sounds like a good story."

The secret detective man decided to instruct the captain to drop off several of his men on a small boat and let him continue to gather information about Margils.

A few days ago, I stroke my chest down saying I was really glad I hadn't just escaped when I found out that an army of demons (Legion) was approaching Philsand.

I have worked as a spy for many years now, but this has been the first time I have dealt with such important information.

"Maybe history really works..."

At this time the man thought he had welcomed the biggest mountain field of his life as a spy.

It was a long time later that I realized that that was a mistake and I actually just started welcoming mountain ranges (...).