Chapter 512 – Wyvern and Sorcerer Armor

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A wyvern that flew up to the battlefield where red flames were burning, wrapped around the flames.

On the Wyvern’s skin, black metal was sticking to it, so it looked like a black dragon from the outside.

However, that body was no different from rags, not showing the ‘glory of the dragon’.

The scales had been forcibly ripped off, and the skin was peeling off.

On top of that, it was created by covering molten metal, so to speak, artificial skin.

No matter how much it is called a sub-ryong, it is a wyvern, but it is impossible to forge the inside of the scales or protect it with magical power.

There were other individuals who died without enduring great pain, but they were able to survive the near-torture test.

And, as a result, if there is armor using this soul eater metal that he obtained, it will be completed as a body that can withstand any powerful magic.

The Wyvern flew over the flames, carrying the human who gave that proud body to it on its back.

And, when the owner watched the ground while widening his eyes to find the person he was looking for, the Wyvern’s eyes saw humans moving inside the flames.

[Grrrr…]

Her mouth was torn open, and a cry was heard from within her.

Hearing this, Poltuk linked the vision of the wyvern to his own his, and he too captured the image of Cleon he was looking for.

However, the next moment, the girl with animal ears next to Cleon – a girl with wolf ears, who was different from Yoho, and Poltuk had the illusion that their eyes met.

‘Did you see me correctly? Me on the wyvern’s back?’

It is said that the barrier is spread, but the height is considerable.

So, thinking that it was his mistake, he ordered the wyvern to shoot the breath at everyone except Cleon.

“Your breath is a special one that uses the thunderbolt pouch I modified and put in. If you want, it is also possible to make the lightning strike only on the target you want.”

Paul Tuke, who stroked the neck of his own proud creation his, the wyvern like that, the wyvern, encouraged by such a master’s encouragement, flapped his wings and stopped there.

Then, while taking a deep breath, if you put air into the thunderbolt sac inside his body his, lightning sparks will fly inside the wyvern’s mouth.

“Khahaha!! Storm of Despair Thunderbolt-!”

Just before the breath burst out of the wyvern’s mouth as Poltuk shouted in such a high voice.

Shhh! A sharp sound was heard, and a flash of light flew from the ground and pierced the wyvern’s neck with precision.

[──]

It took Poltuk some time to understand the situation.

What the hell popped up from the ground and, as a result, what happened to the wyvern.

[Karrr…!]

Then, with the sound of wind blowing, the lightning that was gathered in the Wyvern’s mouth burst out in all directions.

“Keugh!”

It was the result of destroying the neck in which the organs for control were implanted.

The wound on the Wyvern’s neck was a bigger hole than expected.

“…But, if it’s a wound of this size, it should be able to regenerate with your regenerative power…!”

Believing in the results of his own research his, Paul Tuke said so, and as he said, the wyvern’s neck began to regenerate.

The wyvern, which was staggering in the sky, flaps its wings vigorously again, as if the body has improved a little when the hole starts to close.

“…It must be dangerous to stand still. If you have a good sniper—”

Paul Tuke says so, and when he tells the wyvern to continue flying at high speed, the wyvern moves its wings as if he understands.

However, Poltuk and Wyvern’s efforts were meaningless.

The next moment, the arrow that pierced the previous wyvern’s neck came pouring down like rain falling backwards.

“What!”

Poltuk let out a desperate scream at the reality that overturned his own expectations of him.

Fortunately, the arrows could n’t completely pierce thick parts like the wyvern’s torso, so they did n’t even reach Poltuk riding on his back.

However, when Poltuk confirmed that all the lower parts of the wyvern were entrenched with arrows of shining magic.

The wyvern was finally unable to maintain his flight and fell to the ground.

Naturally, Poltuk, unable to use flying magic, clings to it and falls to the ground together.

If you try to prepare for the shock to hit your body while experiencing intense air resistance.

The wyvern was to turn his wings behind his back her as if to surround Paul Tuke with his remaining strength her.

And-

Thud…! And the fall of the wyvern that trembled the ground.

Poltuk and Wyvern fell to the ground while destroying the abode of the demons that were burning away.

The wyvern, as if it had used all its strength her, its wings her fell to the ground and could no longer move.

“Damn it…! Useless bastard! You couldn’t dodge an arrow and let me fall to the ground!”

But Poltuk kicked the corpse of such a wyvern.

A situation that can only be said to have become difficult.

And, behind him, there was still the sign of earlier that was approaching him.

Now that it’s like this, do we have no choice but to face them head-on?

Poltuk gasped at the flames surrounding him.

Then, using the tools he brought, he looked back at the dead wyvern and cut off his wounded neck.

“If this exists… Is there still a chance?”

At the same time, what he took out was a ‘thunderbolt bag’, a biological organ that creates intense electricity.

Originally, the wyvern did not have it, and this artificially created one was one of Poltuk’s masterpieces his.

And another one-

He was looking down at his own bag of his.

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“Nice job, Sasha!”

Cleon hurriedly moved his feet as he praised Sasha for dropping the wyvern with indiscriminate fire.

I never thought I would have had something like a wyvern.

At the possibility of breaking through the barrier and escaping, Cleon let out a sigh of relief but did not stop moving.

Sasha puts her bow back on her back and talks while looking at Cleon.

“I fell from a pretty high place… Is it alive?”

“Yes, the closer I get, the more I can feel his presence. He’s still alive.”

Something inside Cleon appealed to him like that.

Looking at such Cleon, Layla thought quietly.

‘Cleon can feel them, and they can feel Cleon’s presence in his. Is it because Cleon is the reincarnation of the demonic sword emperor…? If not-‘

“Amelia! Come to the vanguard with me! If he’s preparing a trap, you and I must protect the rest!”

Cleon’s voice echoed as if defending Layla’s thoughts to her.

At Cleon’s request, Amelia nodded her head with a happy expression and sped up a little more to catch up right next to Cleon.

Her current appearance is that she has transformed into a slightly older Amelia than usual, just like when she fought the Great Chimera before.

Platinum braided hair fluttering, pure white armor with a cape, a shield made of magical power, and a figure running out with a hammer.

It was truly a trustworthy crusader itself.

And-

The moment Cleon felt, he thought he was right in front of him.

What the party had before their eyes was the figure of a young man staring blankly at the party, standing on the remains of a half-destroyed building.

However, the white and black parts of his eyes were reversed, so the atmosphere was different.

Looking at this side with a mad expression, I instinctively noticed that it was an existence I did not want to deal with.

“Poltuk…”

“This… I don’t know what to do. To catch that lowly person, to think that the demons would burn down the place where they live. To be honest, I was a little moved.”

Poltuk smiled leisurely and spoke to Cleon with his arms spread out.

At the same time, Cleon took a quick look around, but it seemed that there were no living beings other than themselves.

Cleon pointed at him with the Caliburn, as if he had no intention of engaging in useless questions and answers with Poltuk.

“We’re not here to talk. We’re here to take you back to the grave- into the darkness.”

“Geuk… I thought so. But it’s true that I was surprised. I thought Poltuk, the dark giant of this empire, could do nothing but be defeated.”

“It must be because of your arrogance.”

Cleon’s words hit the mark, but Poltuk shrugs his shoulders.

And his eyes were on Kuzunoha.

Kuzunoha frowned in displeasure at Paul Touk’s stare at her.

“So, did you give up your power in the end? If you would like to help me again even now, I’m willing to provide you with enough medicine to turn you into a nine-tailed demon.”

Then, Kuon, who was by her side of her, took a step forward as if to protect Kuzunoha.

“It’s poison, not medicine. … And she’s not giving up her power to her. She’s just freed from your compulsion.”

“Hoo.”

Poltuk looked at her with interest as she spoke.

However, Kuzunoha made a seal behind such a Kuon, and manifested her magic in her.

What comes to mind are several blue fox fires.

While dancing in the air, it flew towards Poltuk.

Poltuk looked at it and, while kicking his tongue, swung the bag containing his precious research material and struck down Kuzunoha’s fox fire.

The magic neutralizer in the bag did its job of her, erasing her magic of her.

“Tch. I was going to burn it as it is so that I can’t say any more useless words.”

“…As expected, it’s savage. Being an Ain. How can you ignore people’s favor like this?”

As he said that, Paul Tuke shook his head as he let out a sigh.

However, the corners of his mouth were raised sharply.

In the middle of such a meaningless conversation, Amelia raises a voice that notices something ‘hot’.

“Cleon! Shadow!”

Then, at the same time as her cry her, Cleon looked down at his own shadow her.

That her own shadow was connected to him by the swirling flames surrounding it.

“Whoops.”

Hearing Poltuk’s laughter, a number of thorns came out of the shadow and aimed at Cleon’s limbs at her.

“If you become the emperor, there’s no problem even if you don’t have limbs!”

Poltuk himself raised his voice excitedly as if he thought it was the perfect timing for a surprise attack.

The next moment, Amelia’s shield flashes and shines, pushing Poltuk’s shadow away.

“I won’t let you target Cleon, the remnants of the Empire!”

“A girl whose job was to wait for her death in her in confinement… She’s the descendant of a detestable clan. The only regret is that she could n’t experiment on your mother. It might have been more honorable! “

Poltuk’s remarks, obviously intended to draw out the anger of others, but Amelia does not immediately lead to an attack after her defense her.

No matter how you look at it, you could tell he was deliberately making a long story.

So, Cleon decided to move without delay.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cleon charged forward with the holy sword Caliburn.

By injecting his mana backwards from the sword body, he was able to move faster than he could run normally.

In other words, the movement that cuts through the light – a flash of light.

When Cleon’s body reaches Paul Tuke’s eyes in an instant, he cuts down Caliburn in an oblique line to cut down Paul Tuke.

However, what stopped Cleon’s hand was the moving shadow that Amelia pushed away – no, it would be better to say that it was a monster shaped like that.

As the monster pushed Poltuk away, it became a shield itself and blocked Cleon’s sword.

“…”

In an instant, Cleon almost stopped his hand, but he made a momentary decision and struck the sword that was still blocked.

The shadow monster was neatly cut with the power of the holy sword.

Haha!”

Even Poltuk, who controlled the shadow monster, was dumbfounded that Cleon was holding the holy sword.

“To think you’re holding a holy sword like the Golden Holy Sword, Caladbolg… There’s no such thing as a nightmare. What about the demonic sword?!”

“I’m on vacation.”

Then, Cleon rotated his body once more and attempted a horizontal slash targeting his waist.

He used his bag as a shield once more.

However, Cleon’s sword does not stop.

A horizontal slash with the momentum to cut down the entire bag.

However, the very next moment.

If you think that something ‘cracked’ and sparked in the bag that was cut…

At the same time, Poltuk put his hands on the ground.

Then – Cleon realizes that there is a ‘magic circle’ drawn on the land as magical energy bursts out.

“Mr. Cleon! Step back!”

Sasha’s voice came from the back of her.

Responding reflexively to Sasha’s voice her, as she leaned back, an enormous amount of electricity was sent out in all directions from the hole in the bag Paul Took was holding.

“Keugh…!”

Cleon covers his eyes with the back of his hand from the sight and tries to strike Poltuk somehow, but-

It’s a very difficult thing to hit with a blow made in a state where the field of view is blocked.

So was this attack.

However, it wasn’t just that Cleon’s eyes made her invisible.

The next moment, when Poltuk reappeared, he was riding on top of the magic armor.

It was a bipedal, five-fingered hand that was more human than any demon armor I’d seen before.

The size is about 5 m.

The black surface was stained slightly red due to the high heat.

Poltuk, with his body exposed at the top of his head, looked down at Cleon and company.

Cleon had to lift his head to reveal his face her, but that was n’t enough.

A huge amount of mana was swirling on the surface. Touching it with bare hands is like lying face down on a hot iron plate.

It felt like it would tear that part apart if I just touched it.

“…Did you summon it from that magic circle earlier?”

Haha! This magic armor is strong enough to deal with all of you, but it has the only drawback! That is, it requires a huge amount of electricity! Thanks to destroying the thunderbolt pouch given by His Majesty the Emperor, it can be Activated. There was!”

Cleon deliberately distances himself from him who shouts like that while shouting in a good mood.

And it was a sneak peek at his colleagues.

“Lyla.”

“I know”.

As Layla said, she raised her own magical powers and made the protective shield thicker to protect everyone in her party.

“Because it’s not a barrier that can be pierced by a punch from a guy like that…! Everyone, fight in peace!”

When the party nodded at Layla’s cry, Cleon moved closer to the magic armor.

“Hey! Your Majesty! Accept the loyalty of the vassal Poltuk, and rebuild the empire with me! With your power, I can mass-produce any number of these magic armors!”

Cleon frowned at him talking as if he was cool.

“You’re not my loyalist. I have no intention of reviving the empire. I’m not interested in this magic armor. …I’m only interested in one thing. The method of resurrecting you. Well, even for him , ‘killing’ It’s not the goal, but I’m thinking about ‘catching’.”

“…”

“Well. I’m sorry if you wanted to get my attention by doing that, but… I’m the one who longs for Lesia, who cut down Cain, whom you love.”

As the name Lesia leaped from Cleon’s mouth, Poltuk shut his mouth for a moment – but shuddered with seething rage.

Soon, the magic armor moves greatly and strikes the ground with his fist.

The shock wave was so intense that all the humans around it had to avoid it.

“In that case, I’ll take your ego and make you the demonic sword emperor! You fake guy!”

Poltuk confronted the party with a distorted face and shouting such obscene sounds.

“Fake… To me, you look fake.”

Cleon narrowed his eyes and corrected Caliburn.

“…You don’t need rest. …Make it disappear, Poltuk.”

That, he had to do, Cleon understood.