Chapter 175 – For the Unknown (6)

As long as I can stick a dagger through the broken shield, I’ll do anything.

With that thought in mind, this time I prepared magic with lightning properties.

Of course, it would be impossible to break the shield with existing low-level magic, so I’d have to think about the theory so far and bring out all the elemental combinations that I’ve never actually practiced.

He memorizes an incantation as he overcomes Fisherman and Melonia’s restraints with his body. One leg was slightly cut, probably because of a shoulder injury that had been injured a while ago.

Does not matter. Because the magic is complete.

“Igni Spark!”

A flame that spreads like lightning. Thanks to the combination of the powerful elements of lightning and flame, the power itself must be powerful.

However, the trajectory was obvious, and the scope was too narrow.

Melonia gathered her own shields together and focused them on her single point.

Jigsaw Jigsaw!

Intense flashes of lightning pierced the thick shield. It was slightly cracked, but impenetrable.

You have to come up with another combination.

“Ugh…”

While running around preparing for the next magic. While trying to avoid the net, he was hit on the back by Melonia’s magic cannon.

Fortunately, there was a reflexive shield and magical tools, so it was not a direct hit. It would be advantageous if the flesh on the back was slightly dented.

He let out a sigh of relief and manifested another combination of magic.

“Lightning Web!”

It is a magic that casts a net made of lightning in combination with the water attribute.

Its speed is slower than that of the Igni Spark from before, but it should be fine since the range is wide.

As expected, Melonia fails to dodge and she is caught in the net. However, this was a bit lacking in her power.

Because I couldn’t keep up with the speed of her real-time restoration by infusing her own magic and spirit.

She didn’t think she’d be successful all at once anyway. She calmly prepares for her next spell.

One more wound.

Failed.

One more wound increased.

She failed again.

One more wound increased and one magic tool was broken.

Even so, she failed.

I can’t reach it no matter what where was the problem? After all, it was a sloppy magic made on the spot.

A considerable amount of mana was consumed to cover the falling perfection with magical power.

The amount of mana has already dropped to less than half. There’s not much difference in fitness either.

No matter how much the effects of potions and buffs remained, they moved too violently. My breath fills up to the tip of my chin.

The problem is that there are too many wounds. Even though each one was not life-threatening, too much blood was shed.

Good thing you drank the pain relief potion. If it was normal, I might have fainted from the pain a long time ago.

… I’ve made it this far, but I can’t seem to find a way.

No matter how many times I catch and kill the monsters, they still surround me.

Melonia put on a shield from up there and just watched this side.

The eyes of a predator waiting for its prey to collapse from exhaustion.

Anxiety surged up in an instant.

Maybe I was thinking wrong. Wasn’t it suicidal as Carla and Elisha said?

… That’s irrelevant now.

I have already made my conclusions, and this is my choice.

My body is still moving, and my mana is still there.

Then you can still fight more. Didn’t Melonia’s pattern start to come into view?

The battles that reduced the fascination to a minimum were unfamiliar, but they were all known attacks.

Yes. I can still fight more.

… But how should I fight?

All the means I have are not working.

No matter what you do with low-level magic, you can’t reach Melonia. I have clearly realized this through the workshops so far.

If you think about it, even when fighting Edmerek, the other students, led by Elisha, took care of the clone body.

Wouldn’t it be too optimistic to fight and win against the Archbishop level one-on-one?

Isn’t there a law that says that even if I’m determined, it will actually come true?

Once filled with anxiety, like a worm, it gnawed at my insides in an instant.

Is that why? My body, which had been moving without an inch of error until now, started to creak.

“Ah.”

The fact that the body moves according to one’s thoughts means that, in other words, when one’s thoughts become foggy, one becomes dull.

Anxiety breeds hesitation, and hesitation leads to death.

Axes and spears flying from the left and right at the same time.

I missed the timing to cut it off and the opportunity to avoid it. There is still a shield from the remaining magic tools, but it won’t be able to block the distance unless it’s a single blow.

Magic explosion? If that’s the case, I’ll do anything. But can my tattered body withstand the recoil?

If you lose consciousness even for one second, it’s over. If you close and open your eyes for a moment, one of your limbs will be blown off.

After that, it will be beautifully wrapped and presented in front of Melonia.

An obvious negative future. But there is no way out of this.

He moved his body as if squeezing it, crossing the dagger and staff in front of the axe.

A final push, instinctively drunk even though he knew he would not be able to respond properly due to a shoulder injury.

My mind is already saying defeat, but my body is all over the place trying to figure out a way to survive.

The moment you try to swallow a sip of the bitterness brought about by that irony.

Took. Tuduk.

Dark red rain suddenly falls from the sky.

“Mwili unayeyuka!”
“Kila mtu kukimbia!”
“Nisaidie! Ukimshika…”

At the same time, the fishermen covered in teeth screamed as they rolled their bodies on the floor.

“What is this…”

The guy who was lowering his ax at me lost his axe as his fingers melted.

The guy who was stabbing the spear from the other side narrowly missed his trajectory because his knee melted and he fell forward.

Patter.

Drops of blood pouring down ceaselessly as if it were a shower.

I know this magic Haven’t you seen it in person before?

Blood Lane.

A bloody blood magic that melts enemies touched by blood. But magic has no effect on me.

As she raised her head with a creaking movement, Iona’s hand was stretched out with an urgent expression in the distance.

In the midst of dealing with Ayla and the other archbishops, she fired support magic.

… Even though you know full well that in return you allow her gaps.

Quaang!

A really big gray monster… Beaten by Bill Fritt, Iona slammed to the floor with a roar.

I won’t die, but I can’t avoid being cornered in an instant. Maybe the choice now is the cause and leads to death.

Even though Iona knew all this. Even so, when I looked dangerous, I cast magic on this side.

Even with her own enemies in front of her, risking her life.

I don’t know why she made that choice. I don’t know, but one thing was clear.

Iona’s will.

I definitely felt the will to never let me die here.

Even if this is a mere improvisation, even if I am in the same predicament soon.

Even if you endanger yourself as a result.

Does not matter. Because, Iona herself had already decided that she would.

It’s different from me who jumped in because I thought I could, and tried to break when I thought I couldn’t.

… I lacked the will.

The moment you realize this. I woke up as if something had hit me in the back of the head.

No matter what I try with my magic, I can’t overcome the current difficulty.

I couldn’t even defeat all the endlessly swarming monsters.

It’s hard to even pierce a hole in the flying Melonia’s shield.

However, what does that matter?

A wizard is an aspiring being.

I hope for a miracle that can’t happen, but I don’t pray to anyone.

I just desperately reached out and grabbed the result.

Pounding.

The moment I made that resolution, my heart started beating heavily as if responding to it.

The core squeezed out mana as if in a seizure. Is that a reaction?

The field of vision expands as if someone pulled it, and the surrounding sounds muffle as if drowned.

But even in the midst of this, there was one thing that didn’t change.

Pounding.

That’s the sound of my heart beating in my chest.

Pounding.

A fierce self-assertion as if shouting that he is here.

Pounding.

Thanks to this beat, I engrave my own existence around me.

And engrave my will

Pounding.

You need strength. The power to wipe out these loathsome monsters and bring down Melonia, who has been trying to fool me while looking down on me.

I have already… I know how.

It’s simple. If low-level magic couldn’t do it, wouldn’t it be better to use intermediate magic?

The image of intermediate magic is already in my head. Then there would be nothing that could not be cast.

Pounding.

Lack of magic attribute lack of understanding If you fail, that’s it. How do you deal with the aftermath?

There are innumerable reasons for this to be impossible.

However, that is not a reason for me to sit down.

Pounding.

I reach out even though I know it’s impossible.

It is different from relying on an unexpected fluke.

All I have in my heart is the will to do so.

Pounding.

The heart races. The core runs amok.

… And according to the sound of the core, the surrounding mana is stirred.

The full will overflowed and consumed all the mana in the area.

Pounding.

I couldn’t stand the tickle that filled up to the tip of my chin and vomited it out at once.

“『Confidence, thunderbolt, flash, strike in the moment.』”

Languages ​​with power were sentences.

All that hear my heartbeat move busily to fulfill orders.

Mana boils, the sky turns black, and small thunder sounds come from all directions.

Embarrassed, Melonia hurriedly fired her magical energy from her fingers, but my final declaration was a little faster than that.

“”… Thunder Calling!』”

A gigantic thunderbolt strikes as if it had been waiting for it.

Kwareung-!

The world turned pale.