Chapter 724 – #155_Party(5)

#724

One.
Magic that deals with ideas is not suitable for battle.
This is because it is ambiguous compared to other magic that deals with things that exist in the real world.

This ambiguity is directly related to high difficulty and causes uncontrollable instability.
Also, in this process, a lot of mana is required to perform the magic stably.

Unlike other magics where you can visually feel where and how far you can control it, most concept magic is passive because you have to do everything sensibly.

To compensate for this, the majority of witches who deal with ideas use their own ‘totem’.

Just as the lucky witch uses clover to achieve this, in Lydia’s case, it was gold coins.

It is not directly interfering with the concept of ‘value’, but the degree of interference is determined in advance through gold coins.
If you don’t, you can get swept away in a runaway state that even you can’t control.

-Ting

The same goes for gold coins that spin and fall with a clear sound.

It should be noted here that this gold coin is not just a totem.

Lydia incorporated her totem itself as part of concept magic to overcome the weakness her ancestors had not addressed.
The totem is not simply used as a measure of magic control, but is used as a catalyst and material for manifesting magic.

Efficiency was increased by having the totem pay the price that Lydia originally had to pay, and even if it failed, the risk was reduced by limiting the effect of the feedback to gold coins.

Stability and efficiency were caught at the same time.

Of course, whenever she fought a proper battle, she would demand a heavy price, but Lydia had the wealth and power to get her hands on any amount of her sacrifice.

“Prove it.”

Rinne is still struggling with poisonous moths.
Lydia looked at her like that and memorized her incantation leisurely.

The moment the gold coins made of Rosie fall to the ground.
The hard marble floor rippled and rocked.

– Chambang!

And as if to prove that it wasn’t a hallucination, a sound resounds as if a pebble was thrown on the pond.

Gold coins sink endlessly to the bottom.

Cold, black waves.
It reaches someone’s hand at the end of sinking without bubbles beneath the lonely and wicked river that has never been touched by the sun.

-Gooooo… !

A low-frequency roar that felt like a scream filled the hallway.
The sound of the flowing river, which began to be heard at some point, fills the hallway, eating away at the sound of rain hitting the window.

Even after swallowing a gold coin made by grinding the brand of a 20th tier witch, it demanded a quarter of Lydia’s mana.
A mythical being that guides the living to the world of the dead in exchange for gold coins.

Those two eyes flashed with the totality of madness that couldn’t be seen properly.
A robe woven of darkness was wrapped around it.

Her two hands, which were only white bones, held a large scythe.
Morale, which is exhaled with every breath, is in direct contact with death to the extent that an ordinary human would die instantly just by being covered with it.

The hazy figure behind Lydia and the river in the other side that began to flow were captured even by Rinne’s eyes as she struggled with poisonous moths.
Then, he even detected the death sentence, slowly lifting the scythe for harvest.

As expected of Lydia, who is known for using all sorts of bizarre spells, Linnaeus, who had a lot of combat experience, was a type of magic that couldn’t figure out her true identity.

However, if you lift that scythe all the way and swing it, you won’t be able to survive even if you take damage, block it, or even run away to the other side of the world.

Rinne’s sixth sense, developed as much as his psychic powers, warned him.

“…….”

The worthless poisonous moth is not fast at all.
It was slow enough that a normal person with excellent motor skills could ostracize and avoid it without difficulty.

The problem is the tricky magical property of not allowing even a single contact with the number.

Linnaeus counted the number of poisonous moths left.
No matter how superior Rinne is with her swordsmanship and physical abilities, the time is not right to reach Lydia, who is preparing her large-scale magic while avoiding all of them.

It must have been a summons for that in the first place.
She was a carpenter by birth, and to Rinne, she was more than anything else, a workhorse to earn time.

Annoying obstructions from all sides.
Death’s scythe soars toward the sky like a guillotine preparing to be executed.

In a desperate situation where someone might panic.

“Whoops….”

Lynne laughed.

Truly a thrill that I haven’t felt in a long time.
A thrilling battle in which you risk your life against an opponent stronger than you.

Her whole body is boiling with energy.
Fiery vitality dwells in every muscle tissue and every cell.
The breathing that heats up the lungs is as unstoppable as a steam locomotive.

Rinne’s body bounces forward, towards her death.

The poisonous moth that she couldn’t get rid of with her knife collided several times like a flying insect on a headlight.
Each time, Linnaeus slowed down as far as she could see.

“… Are you kidding me?”

Lydia looked at it and frowned.
For she seemed to see a moth leaping toward a campfire.

Of course, it seems that there is no countermeasure, and in the black and white world, black magic is wrapped around the body and rushes.
However, trying to deal with poisonous moths that would not be enough even if she concentrated on her sword was no different from an insult to Lydia.

A hierarchy is a weight class.
The factor that occupies the largest share in predicting the outcome of magic warfare, overturning the gap in technology and sometimes even compatibility.

However, what Rinne was doing was something he shouldn’t have done, even if the hierarchy of the two were reversed.

To think that she could receive the enemy’s core attack with only minimal defense.
Even a witch with a different nickname of a sword demon would make such a misjudgment when cornered?

No matter who sees it, the face of Rinne, who commits suicide and builds a madman, causes more bad feelings.
Lydia stayed alert and focused her mind on completing her spell.

“If you’re just going to die gracefully like this. I spent gold coins for nothing.”

– Chow!

When Linnaeus slashed her last swarm of moths, her body was degraded to the level of the 6th rank that should have been hit high.
Her trained body and her well-refined magical powers, though not massive, are all messed up now.

It was the result of bumping into dozens of poisonous moths.

The black-and-white landscape that colored the son-in-law is shaking precariously as if it would break at any moment.

-Kooooo!!!!

The figure of the Shinigami is seen almost lifting her scythe.
The terrible roar, which can hardly be felt as the vocalization of a living being, seems to give strength to the legs.

Black and white world.

Rinne’s magnetic magic that takes away the true color of magic.
Many witches know that Rinne’s black and white world is a magic that is complete in itself.
Because the only witches who survived after being shown were Duke Tiphareth and Siu.

“…….”

Lynne closed her eyes.
The consciousness of remaining silent even in the face of death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a space covered in black.
There were crooked and white stairs.
A precarious staircase that is so flimsy that it looks like it will collapse if you take one step.

There can be no stairs above the flat hallway, but it is definitely here nonetheless.
This is because these stairs are Linne’s image and philosophy reflected in the black and white world.

Rinne always climbed, had to climb. An obstinacy toward strength that has endured throughout his life.

Even if what awaits at the end is a fleeting oxidation, the image that has been inscribed with countless promises that it will surely rise is transformed into a magic.

Lynne runs away.
When bitter solitude strikes the heart, strong stubbornness blooms against it.

It is a re-experience of all the time accumulated in her life.
The air current surrounding Rinne changes every time he climbs a single stair, breaking through the heart that blooms like a turbulent stream.
Lydia’s power, which had deteriorated by interfering with her values, returns.

No one can cut this path at will.
No one can deny it.
No one can disparage
Only until the end, I will carry out the fate given to me alone.

This is the origin of the black and white world.
A magic that forcibly manifests Rinne’s full potential every time he takes a step.
‘The Road of Surah’.

“Crazy.”

Lydia felt a chill run down her spine as she watched Linnaeus run down the flat as if she were climbing her steps.

Every step she takes brings strength back to her terribly weakened body.
The worthless and denied abilities divide the world with a sharper contrast of black and white than before.

The messenger who received the gold coins in return for the harvest had not yet completed all preparations.
But even when her expectations were wrong, Lydia had a choice.

One is competing to see if it will be faster for Rinne’s sword to pierce Lydia’s chest cavity, or for Lydia to complete her magic and ‘sentence’.

The other one, though unfinished, is to cancel out Rinne’s attack by wielding a powerful scythe and then consume another gold coin.

The worry didn’t last long.

Lydia is a businesswoman, not a gambler.
There are plenty of gold coins left to use as her totem, and the value of her gold coins is obviously cheaper than the cost of Lydia’s own life.

– Boo-woo!

The god of death’s scythe was swung.

Space splits along the trajectory, like a sharp knife slicing through a piece of cloth that was hanging taut at the four corners.
The sound coming from the torn gap is the scream of the dead who yearn more than anyone else for a comrade who will suffer together.

“Ha… Ha… !”

As she climbs her steps, Linne feels exhilaration and excitement fill her chest.
Now, whenever she steps on it, she climbs up the stairs without fear.

For this moment, she forgets solitude, suffering, and dull life.
A dance on the blade that makes you want to hum her song.

Rinne’s excitement reached its peak when she climbed the tall, narrow, and precarious steps she had never climbed before.

Higher, higher, higher.

What made her come this far was the training that cut the corners of her life….
Thanks to the sparring with the new disciple.

-Stand up

Rinne’s footsteps, which were only led by egotism, come to a halt.

In front of her, she sees a stairway to a level she has never climbed before.
A precarious stairway that would take Linnaeus to a higher level or take her breath away.

Even if you don’t have to look behind you, the figure of the groom who is seeking Rinne’s help is drawn in her head.
It is the appearance of her god Siu that will bring her a new form of life for her.

Linnaeus stepped onto her new steps, and after a moment’s hesitation stopped in her place.
Prepare a slash to counter the swinging scythe of the god of death.

At that moment, a white light passed like an illusion as if beckoning on the stairs, but Rinne didn’t look away from her.

“Bear it.”
“Prove it.”

————Keying!!!!

Two diagonal lines that intersect.
The black blade that rose in a spiral and the space cut by the scythe intertwined and let out a scream.