Chapter 1223 – #287_Constellation Witch (3)

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1.

Red tree.

Strictly speaking, this technique, which gave Siu victory in the final clash against Lydia, is close to an awakening.

At that time, through unity with the unconscious, a tree was made to bloom and the body that was breaking down at every moment was revived through distortion.

This is because, not only was it a technique that was improvised from the beginning, but at the same time, a body exhausted from continuous fighting had to deal with a powerful recoil.

Things are very different now.

He has reached a higher level than before, his body is in top condition, and his weapons are fully prepared.

The burden is different from the time when I was distorting my spiritual body and swallowing blood with the feeling of almost crying.

“Good.”

As she focuses her consciousness, her brain swells.

This is probably not just Siwoo’s impression.

The union with the unconscious and the parallel computing supported by the 56 witches actually greatly amplified Siwoo’s computing power.

-Wheeeee!!!!

Magical power radiates out.

No, the expression that it gushes out is not enough.

It is more appropriate to say that it explodes.

Siwoo’s organ, repeated amplification, was added to the three-pronged angel ring.

When this feat of randomly pumping out truly enormous magical power is combined with the resonance of the red tree, a quite interesting result emerges.

-Patsutsutsu!!!

The brilliant golden magic was dyed red.

Magical power has been replaced by the concept of ‘distortion’ itself.

‘Distortion’ rides on black armor and is released like lava, like a blade, like a storm.

Although it may be far behind in terms of application, when it comes to destructive power itself, its output far surpasses that of the Red Knight.

If the opponent is a decent witch, there is no need to use magic here.

The attack will be neutralized if you just rush in with overflowing power.

Conversely, the moment it gets close to Siwoo, the spirit body will lose its composition and crumble.

Yes.

If your opponent is a decent witch.

“…”

I raised my eyes and saw Blanche Erelim.

Half of this was to observe the enemy, and the other half was due to pure admiration.

Erelim’s magic was amazing.

Two pairs of wings stretched out diagonally behind the back.

Like the sails of an interstellar sailing ship. A gigantic thing that connects heaven and earth just by unfolding.

Each wing is made up of dimensional cracks, and behind it you can see the universe with countless constellations engraved on it.

In all likelihood, it is not the actual universe but a ‘heavenly void.

It must be a noble dream that flickers without losing its splendor even in eternal darkness, a night sky engraved with the final prayers of countless witches.

———!!!

The wings flapped.

Perhaps because of its huge size, it gives the illusion that the scenery is moving.

No, if you think about the actual range that the wings traverse, it would be hard to say that this is an illusion.

At that moment, I was able to realize that the sky was originally in the shape of a hemisphere due to the spectacular view where all the stars in the sky seemed to rush into one point.

As computing power continues to expand, the magical eye is able to decode information in more detail than a high-performance radar, surpassing human limitations.

The identity of the stars in full bloom with all their natural colors is magic in which none of their series, lineage, origins, characteristics, or symbols overlap.

Only the number of things is four digits.

The power is at level 25 average level.

It cannot be ignored as an average hit.

Hierarchy is a weight class, and in a fight, a weight class is a gangster.

I know very well the power of the wave that Leruet swings like a flat hit.

“Isn’t this a foul?”

I can’t hide my bitter smile.

It is common for magic to end in despair even if only one symbolic system overlaps.

Even Irregulars, the size of Shiwoo, suffered from overload when too many symbols were overlapped.

However, the heavenly void recording the history of the departed witch is a miracle that embodies the impossible.

Erelim is a state where you create your own rules, rather than modifying the laws of the world.

I reflect on the philosophy of victory that I have honed from past experiences.

One.

Victory is not achieved by doing what you want.

It is a natural by-product of interfering with what the enemy wants.

Two.

You don’t always have to be stronger than your enemy.

If you can preserve your comparative advantage for just a moment, it is as if the gap never existed from the beginning.

No matter which of the two you look at, you have to get close to get the answer.

If you do not secure at least the distance of the javelin, you will be swept away like a sand castle in front of this tsunami-like firepower.

Is there anything you can do? There is no choice but to get through it.

If it’s a reckless rush, it’s just as familiar.

“Bloom.”

-Wooooow

When I was inexperienced, the distortion field often ruined my spiritual body, but the essence of distortion is not simple destruction.

However, because it is too ferocious to capture its nature with a sophisticated body, it is given the image of being radioactive.

Witches ‘modify’ the settings of the world.

Even if you change ‘correction’ to ‘distortion’ here, the meaning does not change much.

In other words, as long as you have the ability to control it, distortion becomes a much more efficient material than magical power.

The overflowing distortion is used like magic to create a mental image.

Purpose. Close the distance.

Method. Promotion.

When it comes to propulsion, it’s definitely a jet engine.

A red swirl rose behind the Titan’s back.

It will provide explosive acceleration like an afterburner the moment Siwoo wants it.

This is not enough.

Add one gimmick.

-Wooow!

The space lined up in front and behind Titan folds and bends.

The space in the front contracts and the space in the back expands as if stretching.

In modern times, it is a type of warp technique called Alcubierre drive.

[Aaaaah!! What is this!!!!]

A scream without any tension is transmitted through the link at an amount of computation that I have never seen before.

Box – In addition to Arca, my temples became stiff even though I was receiving help from my unconscious.

-Gigigigeek!

Formidable infrasound waves that cut through the fabric of space.

The Titan’s body, which was creaking as if it was about to break, leaps through space in a single leap.

It is already something that is embarrassing to describe as speed or speed.

It was a rush that even the witch, whose body was wrapped in all sorts of miracles, could not recognize.

And the overwhelming speed itself causes destruction.

———!

However, the opponent is Blanche Erelim.

She is the great sage of Gehenna who stands at the pinnacle of all modern witches.

-Wheeeee!!!

The ‘Möbius Ring’ floating around the top of Erelim’s head is dancing.

‘Möbius Ring’ is a doping device created by adding an angel’s ring, imaginary number positivity, the concepts of purity and amplification, multidimensional replication, and a reverberant force field. It is a permanent engine that provides and amplifies infinite magical power to the user.

Magical power that most witches could not utilize even if placed in their hands moved according to Erelim’s ‘words’.

In modern times, it is a spirit-type magic that has been discontinued and most of its users have died, but it is not a problem for Erelim who is perusing the Heavenly Forbidden Library.

“Geumgye: Rule of law”

An expression used to prevent confusion that occurs whenever the door connecting the heavenly world and the magnetic world is opened.

A boundary was created between the two by the letters flowing like a waterfall.

The loose rules that combine the laws of heaven and the will of the earth block the rush.

Siwoo’s speed noticeably slowed down as each and every word of the pouring out words stuck to his body.

Siwoo felt a coercive force like Master’s ‘contract’ within him.

The barrier created by Yul-Yul-Gye-Eo-Ryeong enforces absolute rules that demand peace, harmony, mercy, and unity.

A magic that is perfectly suited to the current Siwoo, who has become the embodiment of violence and causes destruction with every move.

-Coogu coo coo coo!!!

Above Siwoo’s head, which has become infinitely slow and unable to completely close the distance, all kinds of destruction are still getting closer by the minute.

A beautiful painting that depicts the shape of fluttering soap bubbles, a shape that looks like crushed and scattered jewels, a beautifully twisted shape of all kinds of geometric patterns, and a shape in which the elements of pure fire, water, wind, and earth achieve destruction. Death.

Even if you try hard to twist the dimension, look into another space, and defend yourself with all kinds of magic, it is a force that will crush Si-woo as a ‘sheep’.

“Whoop!”

However, once he gets close, Siwoo takes advantage of the advantage of having the upper hand.

Negate (dispel).

The dull flow of self-preparation refers to peace, but peace that is unilaterally imposed is in itself no different from violence.

It points out the contradiction, digs into the gap between ideology and magic, and distorts it.

The letters embodying the idea of ​​​​​​peace are broken and Siwoo’s new form, which had slowed down, accelerates again.

Leaving behind the broken and scattered strings, he stabbed the spear straight at Erelim, who was quickly approaching.

The target is the heart.

Judging from what he’s doing, there’s a strong possibility that he possesses some ridiculous recovery or regeneration magic, but…

It is meaningless.

The red branch in my hand right now is pure distortion itself.

An irreversible blow that completely twists the original with just one stab.

It is impossible to go back to the original once it has been damaged.

Our eyes meet Erelim’s dry gaze.

Although it is only a moment, I feel a premonition of victory.

However.

Suddenly, the sword of light in Erelim’s hand draws a spiral.

It’s not just an imitation.

The truth contained in the sword that can only be realized after cutting down thousands of lives and thousands of deaths. The principles of Yasha.

-Go go go go!!!

Siwoo’s chest opens wide as the spear strike, which had been drawing a straight line, bounces off like a ricochet, along with a movement that seems to be twisting and clearing a spider web in the air.

Add…

-Boom!

Erelim’s feet her, floating in the air, pressed hard against the non-existent stepping stone, digging into the gap between her.

-Wheeing!

The wings of the dimensional rift, which were spread wide like a sail, contract in unison, creating a subtle vibration.

The power created by the entire dimension undulating is placed entirely on the pole, the pure white regime.

The scale was so unrealistic that the accident stopped for a moment.

Oh yes.

This is a revelation.

But I don’t know how much power is contained in that small fist.

You have to endure it once.

A dimensional barrier that warps the surrounding space and time to attack.

The Titan’s protective power and the distortion that overflows around it.

By utilizing the feathers of absolute power that sprouted from the armor.

You must not lose your mind.

There is still a chance.

Siwoo opened his eyes wide and prepared for shock.

And.

-Poseok

Erelim’s strike neutralized all resistance and struck the Titan’s body.

Siwoo’s heart was crushed like a rotten tomato along with the squishy sound of destruction echoing from inside his body.