Chapter 1225 – #287_Constellation Witch (5)

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1.

Kether’s nominee.

‘Shin Si-woo’ should have been reborn as a stallion to eat Shin Si-woo and move on to a new era.

I know that they are avoiding being eaten by Keter’s sperm by some means and maintaining a symbiotic state.

This is because Erelim has been watching Shin Si-woo for a long time.

Shin Si-woo, who had just become her witch, was able to fight and win against her outstanding achievements.

It was also possible to turn her game around, where she defeated was almost certain.

You can also confront Erelim in this place.

It must be thanks to ‘Shin Si-woo’ who finally revealed his true identity.

Although he was pierced through the heart, he was able to continue the fight after recovering sufficiently due to his ability. The fact that he handed over the initiative suggests that the true enemy is right in front of him.

The test for both Erelim and Shin Si-woo begins now.

Erelim saw her, her, her god, Siu, crouching down as if to hang in the sky, meeting her gaze at her.

A foreign presence weighs on my heart.

A being who will do anything to step on the higher stairs of magic.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that her obsession, with even her humanity castrated like a machine part functioning for a single purpose, is the greatest among witches.

“…”

The skills that can be inferred from the magic field wafting around are also different.

The dull eyes shine inside the helmet, as if measuring the opponent’s skills or as if a wild animal is eyeing its prey.

-Wheeing! Weeing! Weeing! Whiing!

With a heavy driving sound, the surrounding magic circle bloomed.

From a human perspective, it would be a flood of abstract and geometric patterns, but from a witch’s perspective, it is different.

A wonderful beauty like a pile of flowers in full bloom.

Erelim felt a demonic beauty that gave her goosebumps.

It’s not strange to feel beautiful when looking at magic.

This is because high-level magic cannot be achieved with the simple sum of intelligence and knowledge.

Art created by inspiration, artistic sensitivity, and endless self-sacrifice accumulated over generations.

Therefore, all magic is bound to be a witch’s last work and a crystal of beauty.

Like a painting completed over several generations.

“Bloom.”

The barrier spreads out like branches from the magic circle that appeared on Shin Si-woo.

The barrier that occupies the space is concentrated with a frighteningly powerful control ability.

-Hwiik!

Erelim, who had not moved from her spot since the battle began, flapped her huge wings.

The evasive maneuver causes a shock that seems to turn the world upside down.

Originally, the space should collapse and the scenery should be crushed.

Nevertheless, there is no shaking in the barrier that rushes in like the branches of a flower tree growing.

Erelim’s wings expanded greatly as it caught sight of the space that was about to collapse being fixed by a barrier extending like fine roots.

The huge crack that protrudes from Erelim’s back is the’Wings of Akasha.’

A dimensional crack that connects the heavenly void with the real world.

“Be in awe.”

Hundreds of types of magic pour out using Akasha’s ever-inflated wings as a canvas.

Clearly, the ‘distortion’ he is dealing with has an advantage over most types of magic.

However, among the tens of thousands of magnetic magics that Erelim handles, there is a means to counter them.

Magic mainly related to force fields and ideas.

-Giggles!

The barrage of effective magic, as if filtered through a filter, focused on the weak parts of the barrier that grew like branches.

At the moment the branch that lost its connection point crumbled, Lelim narrowed his eyes.

Like the severed head of a hydra splitting apart. This is because more branches sprouted from the ends of branches that had already been broken.

A move that immediately counterattacked, as if he had guessed Erelim’s response in advance.

This time, as if spreading a net, the branches that had previously blocked Erelim’s escape route stabbed in from all directions.

“You are…” .”

Only then did Erelim understand why she felt beauty and horror at the same time from Shin Si-woo’s magic.

The beauty of Shin Si-woo’s magic is fundamentally different.

The result of cool-headed reason that takes into account all variables and builds up only the most efficient magic.

In terms of painting, he is a painter who cut the concept of ‘beauty’ in a cruel but cold manner. No, it is a mechanical painting style.

Without any respect or reverence for art, he defined and implemented ‘this is what aesthetics is’ through an algorithm.

There are no creeds or beliefs.

There is only purpose.

Shin Si-woo simply dissects and calculates the essence of magic and precisely depicts mechanical beauty.

The strange distortion creates a sense of discomfort.

“Bloom.”

As soon as Shin Si-woo chanted, the battlefield became a luxurious flower garden.

Golden flowers bloom from the vines of the barrier that surround the entire battlefield as if imprisoning Erelim.

As the flower petals scattered and falling in full bloom filled the inside of the vine, Shin Si-woo stretched out his arms forward.

Hand movements as if trying to grab something.

Between and between falling petals.

The remains of the flower petals, which were unknowingly connected with sparks as if an electric current was flowing, formed a kind of magic circle.

Even Erelim cannot figure out what kind of magic it is.

The exercise of magic consisting of countless imaginary numbers and deception was interfering with observation.

As soon as Shin Si-woo clenched his fist and Erelim, who felt an instinctive sense of danger, immediately got back in place…

-Kwasik

As if a giant hand is grasping it, part of the space is literally torn away and condensed into a single point and disappears.

Erelim narrowly avoided it, but Akasha’s wings she did not.

One of the two pairs of wings is crushed like a butterfly wing being crushed by a child’s hand.

“… !”

The crushed magical feedback travels through Erelim’s magic circuit and strikes the inside of her spiritual body without any resistance.

A shock as if a huge temple bell was ringing inside the intestines, and bitter blood rushing up.

Only after witnessing the complete result did Erelim realize the type and nature of the magic.

Barrier. Wave. Magic combined with dimensional magic.

The flower garden becomes a drawing paper on which to draw magic, and the magic circle connected by flower petals is completed using the symbol of grasping as a trigger.

The realization of absurdity is only possible with computing power that transcends human limitations.

Instead of being shocked, Erelim quickly controlled her inner thoughts.

-Wheeeee!!!

A golden magic circle scattering brilliance around her again.

Shin Si-woo’s hand is trying to crush space again.

It regenerated Akasha’s scattered wings and condensed them like folding a sail, narrowing down her attack potential.

The power of the dimensional vibration is transmitted intact to the spirit body, and the gap is narrowed and dug in.

The branches of the barrier that had already stretched out in all directions tried to block Erelim with sharp thorns, but it was pointless.

As Erelim plowed through the remains of the thorns, which crumbled like icicles and disappeared, she felt her blood slowly heating up.

Before Gehenna existed, it was a barbaric era where fratricide was a given.

Among the witches who lived in that era, there was no such thing as a flower in a greenhouse.

Everyone fought to survive.

That’s why the old witch is revered.

Erelim was also an old witch of her time, but there is no denying that her keen sense of sharpness that she had been dulled by the long years of peace.
It’s been a while since she fought an opponent who was equal to her.

However.

The instinct to fight engraved in experience does not disappear.

She just waits for the moment when she wakes up again after falling into a long sleep.

2.

As she sank to the bottom of the black Ain like a swamp, Siwoo prepared for a tragic death.

She thought that if she were to be swallowed up by the unconscious, her consciousness would be torn to pieces.

Death.

She thought that eternal silence would come.

Wouldn’t that be normal?

Siwoo, because he didn’t have the power to control Black Siwoo, he confined him and only used him occasionally, but he is much stronger than Siwoo.

She thought that since there was no need to leave impurities behind, she would naturally remove them.

So even though she didn’t cry, she closed her eyes solemnly with the feeling of facing the end…

She muttered touching words to herself and said goodbye to her, her lovers her in her heart her, her …

“Huh?”

Consciousness still remains.

There was no particular case of being swallowed up and torn apart by something like the darkness of Ajin.

Looking around, the architecture inside Ain remains intact.

It is the result of the magic that Siwoo has accumulated so far.

However, the ‘door’ embedded in the ceiling that sealed the unconscious in the past is firmly locked.

The path to take control of the body toward surface consciousness is closed.

“… Am I just trapped in my body?”

For now, I was relieved.

Whatever it is, it’s better than death.

When I think like that, hope arises.

-Cow!

At that time, a loud roar that echoes throughout Ain hits my ears.

Siwoo reflexively looked up at the sky.

A fight was in full swing in the consciousness above.

It’s a strange feeling.

What is above your head is a tightly closed ‘door’, and it is felt and seen as the floor (or ceiling) of Ain, which forms a calm surface of water like black oil.

The clash between the far-off techniques that Heuk Si-woo is currently using and the great power wielded by Erelim in a life-threatening battle.

Also, Black Siwoo’s Ain changes at every moment and repeats being broken and completed in order to leap higher.

“…”

When I look back, the times when my achievements soared were always fleeting.

When observing the Black Knight’s use of magic and imitating it.

He was always one step ahead of Si-woo and showed a higher level, and Si-woo embodied it in his own way and used it as his own strength.

In other words, this is an opportunity.

An opportunity to surpass him by watching his methods more closely than ever before.

Let’s do it.

Let’s set aside whether it is possible or impossible.

Master said that it is better to give up sooner than later.

I looked at Ain.

In response to that will, the structures within the demi-human were destroyed one by one.