City Of Witches

Chapter 1174

City Of Witches

Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

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Chapter 1174 – #279_Declaration of War (4)

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Erelim Blanche.

In the past, these six letters were a name that left more fear in the public than Duke Tiphareth.
Although her century has changed and the times have also changed, Varvara, who was in the same era as her, is confident that she understands the strength of Erelim.

Erelim’s magnetic magic is ‘Heavenly Void’.

The irrational magic that allows access to the extradimensional Forbidden Library, which records all the magic that exists in the universe, is also the reason why Erelim is called the ‘Great Sage of Gehenna.’

Of course, accessing records and understanding them are two different things.
Just as if you can go to the library, you cannot understand and use all the books.

However, Erelim was a rare genius who had never faced his limitations for over a thousand years without sacrificing humans or witches, and was the president of the Truth and Jinmyeong Academy, supported by witches who used a variety of magic.

As with the results of all struggles, magic battles are not decided by simple firepower.

In addition to hierarchy, practical experience, magical characteristics, and compatibility between magics are applied in a complex manner.

Therefore, the average witch is reluctant to have her battles exposed often.
This means that it becomes the subject of analysis and its weaknesses are revealed.

But Erelim didn’t care one bit.
She brought out a different magic on each battlefield.

Basically, she freely manipulated the four elements of water, fire, earth, and wind, sometimes using alchemy, sometimes ideas, and sometimes words.

Unlike witches who each use one or two symbols, witches can always draw out cards with a superiority in compatibility through countless magic like constellations.
That is Blanche Erelim, the witch of the constellations.

“You know that even your best talents mean nothing in front of so many witches, right?”

The witches of the Gagiel Brigade, including Barbara, slowly extracted their magic.

A vast barrier overturns the castle, the surrounding forest, and the sky.
The bloody and ferocious magic power used solely to exclude enemies makes the quiet air tremble.

“Is that so?”

Nevertheless, Lelim just looked around her with her transparent eyes and she did not show any signs of agitation.

“What do you believe in and are so confident? Who would have thought that we would be like the Gehenna monks, creeping into the middle of enemy territory…”
“Please go back.”

A dry, voiceless voice cuts off Barbara’s provocation.

“If you go back now, I won’t have a problem with it.”

There was no sound of laughter or sarcasm.
That’s why no one here could take those words as mere bravado.

“You came to my residence because you doubted my true intentions. However, after discussion and understanding, it ended well without any major conflicts. If it comes to a conclusion like this, it will be a shame. “I will also testify to that.”
“Her…”

Barbara laughed and felt a tingling sensation as if the cold winter wind was seeping into the hem of her clothes.
She also felt an unfamiliar fear that she had to admit.

It was a feeling I had never felt in my life, and it was an instinctive warning.

I was hoping to get a little rusty in the peaceful haven called Gehenna.
Such winds seem meaningless against Kether’s sharpest spear and shield.

“The Duke of Erelim was attached to Hexennacht. However, she was still a member of Gehenna, and her conversion was a self-proclaimed Trojan horse. Accordingly, the Gagiel Brigade, who noticed her plan, destroyed the maximum strength of the enemy who had infiltrated inside. “I think I like this conclusion better.”
“Then… “I will pay the price for my wrong choice.”

The inevitable flow of struggle.
The moment when gazes cross in the tense silence that makes you shudder.

Everyone moved as if they had made a promise.
Each person draws out their magic power and prepares magic to use as a weapon.

-Kwagwagwagwang!

Although it was only a preparatory action, the witches’ preparations for battle were such that the aftermath alone brought down a castle made of Hwagamam.

The concentrated magic power is visualized, creating a haze of various colors in the sky, and preparing for the exercise of power within the range of not interfering with each other.

“Everyone to their positions!”

Today’s tactic is truly simple and standard.

Barbara, who is of the 23rd rank, holds on to Erelim as much as possible from the front with the support of the Witch of Sleep and the Witch of Deception, who have been in harmony so far.

In the meantime, other personnel monitor the variables and keep a check on them from time to time.

It may sound simple, but it is a refined theory derived from countless experiences.
It is not easy to destroy a situation where you are dealing with someone who strives for perfection.

“Go to sleep.”

First, the magnetic magic of ‘Sleep Witch’ Olga Somnus, ‘Lullaby’ begins.

A magic field spreads around like a hazy fog.

“Believe in what you cannot see.”

The magic of Oksana Clavis, the ‘witch of enchantment’ who naturally took over the flow, is mixed in.

Both of their magics have no offensive power on their own.
A curse-type barrier technique that softens the boundary between reality and fantasy and simultaneously inflicts auditory hallucinations and hallucinations on the enemy.

Their role today was not to stand on the front line and confront Erelim head-on, but to lay the groundwork for the ‘Nightmare Witch’ to be active.

If a witch of the 22nd rank decides to lay a ‘board’ and works hard to maintain it, no matter how much Erelim she does, she will not be able to easily disperse it.
In the meantime, Barbara and the Gagiel Brigade won’t be watching.

Barbara recalled the time when today’s hunting strategy was established.

‘I’ll be the first to get the first move.’

In any case, Erelim is forced into a one-on-one battle.

The Gagiel Brigade prepares to open crossfire at an appropriate angle, and Barbara steadfastly withstands the attack from the front.
With pressure coming from all directions, she has no choice but to make the first move.

Movement is accompanied by gaps.

The moment Duke Erelim demonstrates her magic, she will doggedly grab any openings and begin the battle.

‘And the first move will definitely be wide-area magic.’

In this situation, Erelim’s options are inevitably narrowed.
It is to limit the various magical characteristics of the heavenly void to the situation.

A reflected light of magical power flows from the corner of Erelim’s eyes, as if tears were scattered, and as expected, the flow of her magical energy scatters in all directions and concentrates in the sky.

“That’s right.”
“As expected, Barbara, you live up to your name?”
“Prepare designated personnel for defense.”

The disadvantage of wide-area magic that deals with multiple people at the same time is that, if handled properly, there is a limit to its power.
Also, it would be burdensome for Erelim to use a lot of magical power from the first move.

The low-level witches in the Gagiel Brigade were planning to defend against wide-area magic as efficiently as possible, and in the meantime, Barbara would move…

There was something they didn’t expect.
Erelim had been through a much more diverse range of battles than they thought, and knew their target as soon as they saw it.

-Geu-g-g-g-g-eu!

The witches, who should have been keeping a close eye on Erelim, inadvertently look up at the sky.

The sclera of the night sky, which was sparsely dotted with dried and distorted starlight, split into long strips.

A gap widened, as if a giant eye was looking down from heaven to the earth.

What is visible through the gaping gap instead of the pupil is what would have been visible if the atmosphere had not existed: a vast universe where infinite bodies meet birth and death.

“Be in awe.”

As Erelim chants, something begins to fall against the backdrop of a majestic otherworld that fills her with awe.
Small red dots with long scarlet flames hanging like tails and pouring down like hatches.

Its identity is a meteor with a mass exceeding 10,000 tons each.

The meteorite body, which narrows the distance by tens of kilometers per second and casts a shadow on the ground, sentences only complete destruction instead of romance.

————Kwaang!!!!!

Of the hundreds, if not thousands, of meteorites, the first one to reach the ground erased the night.
The eye-burning light set the sky on fire as if it were broad daylight, and the ground shook with an enormous shock wave.

Just because of the oppression, the beautiful trees surrounding the old castle all tilt outward from the center of the explosion.

Barbara judged the situation calmly.

It has the power to deliver a crushing blow to an ordinary witch, but unlike its appearance, the meteorite’s speed and mass are not that great.
However, there are too many of them, and it is so inefficient that it is impossible to respond to them one by one.

“Don’t think about stopping. I can’t stop it anyway. Conserve power as much as possible while maintaining the siege. Just monitor the location to prevent the duke from escaping. “I’ll probably use the meteorite itself as a sacrifice and use fire elemental magic.”

Erelim effectively created a crack in the formation.

She expected to exploit the loophole in her first move, and considering that any half-baked wide-area magic would get caught up in her opponent’s plan, she completely turned the battle into chaos.

I knew she had a lot of practical experience, but I thought she was noble, so I never thought she would paint a picture like this, firing high-power magic all the way to her head.

————!!!!

Then, a late-arriving meteor army wreaks havoc and creates a temporary white night.
Barbara found Erelim spewing out pure white flames among the dance of destruction.

“Look at this bitch?”

What Erelim is looking at are witches, not the Great Witch, within the Gagiel Brigade.
They are preparing to first hunt down the witches who are confused and confused by the falling meteor.

I was surprised that he tried to fight instead of running away, I was surprised again that he made a ruthless and ruthless decision, and in the end, I was surprised again that he had a calm expression as if he was signing off on a document.

Perhaps Erelim may be a more public figure than expected.

Aside from being shocked, I can’t let it happen as she intended.

The Gagiel Brigade and all are ultimately a public group.
Her desire for self-preservation is far greater than her sense of belonging and unity.

Even if just five people die, it will collapse in an instant and lose its will to fight.

The wide-range attack that showed more power than expected and led the battlefield into chaos must have had that in mind as well.

“Oksana, Olga. “It’s going faster than expected.”
“I’m ready.”

As expected, a calm answer was heard and Barbara stood on the stage prepared by the two people.

“Open your eyes.”

With the opening words at the end, black magic erodes the surroundings around Barbara in the blink of an eye.
The erosion, which erases the background and is drawn everywhere without a sense of three-dimensionality, looked like a deep, dark sea of ​​unconsciousness.

-Shooooo!!!

As soon as the meteorite that fell on Barbara’s head passed the eroded boundary, it turned into tens of thousands of butterflies and disappeared with a dreamy flapping of its wings.
The shock wave of the meteorite that struck from the side was replaced by a cheerful fanfare of flying pollen, and the flames that burned the defenseless rear turned into well-whipped cream and remained in their original form.

All the elements that threatened Barbara became a part of the dream and dispersed.

“The sensitivity is good.”

This is the power that led Barbara to be called the Nightmare Witch.
‘Lucid dreaming’ is a reality manipulation magic that materializes imagination into reality.

Because Olga and Oksana have prepared in advance, the depth of erosion is deeper and deeper than ever.

“Would you like to dance a song? Princess.”
“That’s frivolous for a will.”

Barbara, who gently scooped up her whipped cream with her fingertips and put it into her mouth, looked at her Erelim.

Erelim, feeling the movement of her extraordinary magical power, also saw Varvara.

She just finished warming up with each other.

City Of Witches

Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

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