Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Having completed my transformation, I offered my original flesh to Shaomai.

"Shaomai, can you keep my flesh?

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

"Thank you, keep it frozen permanently until I get back. My flesh is in a state of death now."

"-! Okay! Leave it to me!

Shaomai already ended the frozen preservation of the flesh while responding.

You act fast, but you're still good at handling ice magic.

……

"What's the matter, Shao Mei, stare me in the face"

"Oh, no... because, unlike the usual Alexander"

"Yeah, 'cause you're growing up to be easy to fight. Because it's more convenient to have long hands and feet."

"Really..."

While convinced, Shaomei still stares at me blurry.

No heart or red face, I wonder what's wrong...

"Mmm!"

I didn't have time to think deeply into Shaomai's reddish face and realized that something was coming down from the sky.

Regrip the Sage's sword and strike it off.

It's a chunk of pure power - heavy!

I struck it off. It was struck to the ground in a remote place.

Immediately afterwards, the ground sounds.

This Beale magic school is like an island on land standing in a valley.

It partly collapsed with the power of the bouncing force and collapsed to the bottom of the valley.

Furthermore - Pillings-Marcosias has attacked from the sky.

Take this stick with the sword of a wise man.

My hands weren't numb at all, but the ground cracked unacceptably.

――――

"Let's fight where it doesn't affect us."

Once the ground of the scaffolding was consolidated with magic, then, wielding the sword of the wise man as he wished, he launched Pillings-Marcosias into the sky again.

Keep it up. I use flying magic, too, to jump up and chase.

The ground, which I saw slightly, is still collapsing to the bottom of the valley over some of it.

The edge of the island, which became sloppy after many years, broke only there as if the full moon were missing.

It jumps to a height that has no more impact on the island before being slashed by Pillings-Marcosias.

Sage's sword and stick meet, the aftermath diffuses, but it was fine because it's in the air.

Pillings-Marcosias didn't look good on that little body, he wasn't in a meeting, he waved the other hand and cast magic.

The sky is black and the lightning of the polar thickness falls.

"What!

Play the electric shock through your whole body with temper.

Marcosias flew several more balls, balls with charged surfaces.

Cut it off with no one left, then carry the explosion and advance to Pillings-Marcosias.

Slash each guard of this stick with the sage's sword, scattering further shock waves, while blowing it away.

The collision of forces, the remnants of which remained thick around.

Feeling such resistance, gradually fighting in the water, I fought fiercely against Pillings-Marcosias and one another.

(side shaomai)

Looking up at the sky, clouds came up little by little in the clear sky until just now.

The energy released in the battle between Alexander and the Angels is crystallizing and turning into a cloud.

Horrible.

I've read in books that once God and the devil fought, scattered their power, and then the place they fought turned into a death earth where nothing was born.

The devil at that time was called Shra, and the land of that battle, which is miserable and has only negative repercussions, is called the training ground.

That's the source of the training ground.

"So... Master Alexander fought in the sky"

Master Alexander is very knowledgeable.

You're as knowledgeable as I always thought you knew everything about the world.

Alexander can't possibly not know the story of the training ground as I know it.

I fought in the sky not to make this Beale School of Magic barren.

But... that's what scares me.

Whether you are such Alexander or Alexander, who came to the battle to transform.

Still, I thought I was terrified of the current situation of fighting angels against each other.

If I noticed, the flat palm I gripped all the time surprised me with sweat.

It's been more than 20 minutes since we fought.

Pillings-Marcosias' attacks, each and every one of which was fierce at first, have also gradually weakened slightly.

As if inversely proportional to that, there was a cloud of magic at our feet, so thick that we could no longer see the earth.

It's as thick and solidified as a rain cloud, and when touched, it's a high concentration of power that makes it tingle.

I'm glad it's empty with nothing.

I think so and play this stick of Pillings-Marcosias that hits me.

The power is falling off clearly, it's time to end it.

Inject all the magic of what goes up in the flesh of Homunculus into the Sword of the Wise.

SSS Rank - Injecting even higher magic than that didn't scare the sword of Hiirokane's Sage.

"I'm coming."

(Response)

Raise the sword of the wise man who replies, with both hands, and march towards Pillings-Marcosias.

He set up this stick over there and came rather toward me.

Running at each other, momentary staggering.

――――

Pillings-Marcosias raised a strange scream and a bloody bump from his hairy ball-like body.

Until then, it was losing power and falling.

Go back and catch, stay together with the flying magic and fall slowly.

Enter a place like a rain cloud with hardened strength.

Slowly descend while placing a thin, magical barrier around your body so that the force does not come to me.

Pillings' flesh disappeared along the way, so I let go of my hand.

Eventually, Su Tong and I land on the ground alone.

"Dear Alexander!

Shaomai called my name from a distance.

I still wanted to rush over, but I couldn't do it because I was protecting my flesh.

I approached her from my side.

"Thank you, Shaomai"

"Are you done?

"Yeah, you're safe."

"That's Alexander, I can't believe he defeated an angel that got stronger, too."

"I didn't take him down."

"Huh? You didn't knock him down?

What's this all about? Shaomai with a face.

I turned around and looked up at the sky.

Like a rain cloud, a mass of power.

That fades a little and the blue sky clears up.

The only thing that came out of it was...

"And, angel?

"Yeah, it's Marcosias."

Shaomai on the ground, and Marcosias in the air.

Both looked strange, just not sure what the situation was.

"I used my power to fight Marcosias."

"Power... wasn't that a training ground evasion?

"There's that, too. Rather than using all that power to pollute the earth, I wonder if I should use it to regenerate the flesh of angels. And Marcosias is a victim, and there's a chance that the original flesh is gone."

……

"So over there is the angel's soul in the angel's flesh. He's a regular angel of angel making."

So when I concluded that it was okay, Shaomei was even more flattered.

"Is the flesh of an angel... something you can make?

And he looked even more incredible.