Chapter 349 – Libra (5)

Furnishment.

It’s a somewhat arrogant name, but it’s actually a magic that boasts that much power.

It was created with the traditional wizard position in mind, not the battle mage who fights in the front as usual, but the one who spends time in the back and inserts a bamboo spear.

It was an extreme magic that gave away everything like magic efficiency and practicality, and was only focused on firepower.

The structure is simple.

Forcibly fuses the high-level fire attribute magic, which is famous for its power, with a combination of elements to the high-level light attribute magic enhanced by the sun god’s favored attribute. It’s a bonus to amplify this whole process with resonance and charging.

… Yes. The structure is simple, but it is quite difficult to actually do it. Of course, the amount of mana for the top 5 magics flew away at once, and if he hadn’t been able to forcibly connect some magic formulas with the spirit, he wouldn’t have been able to even try.

However, the effect was certain as I, who originally projected superior power compared to others in the same class, climbed to the rank of a high-ranking wizard and made it.

Goo Woo-woong-

A huge magic circle engraved in the air along with the chant. From the inside, a white lightsaber slowly emerges.

Words are swords, but they are gigantic in size, equivalent to a fairly large building. Around the brightly shining sword body, blue flames flew over the tongue.

It looks like a dragon wrapped around a huge sword.

It only came out half way, but the pressure I felt was no joke. Was it because he poured so much mana?

Mid-level magic was an ugly prosperous thing that was laughably blocked even in an irregular state of mind, but he seemed to think that this one was a little dangerous, so he shut his mouth that he was constantly talking about and began to focus on defense.

[This angkal is… !]

The melting body of the unknown cultist swelled up in an instant, and then exploded with the sound of a leather bag bursting.

Fuck!

Drops of blood gushing out like fountains and chunks of meat spreading.

I thought it was the fucking meat tree again, but this time something unexpected came out.

Rather than rising firmly, the flesh points wide open on both sides like flowers. Maybe what you think is right.

A giant female organ with a needlessly pretty shape swallowed my magic! As naturally as inserting a sword into a scabbard!

“Huh… ! That!”
“Our master has opened Archbishop Risilote’s cunt wide open!”
“Look at that cavernous depth! If this is the case, no matter how great a dick is, it has no choice but to melt!”

Umma guys were talking nonsense like five or six screws were missing.

What? Could you melt it?

“Busssing!”

I assure you, you will not be able to block my magic unless you project your power through a formal apostle or descend as your body.

That’s why I confidently gave it the name Furnishment.

I shouted, aware of the giant sword being sucked into the inside of the guy who was squirming and wondering if it was a lisilotte or something.

“[Explode… !]”

A sword that responds to my will and is so incandescent that it blinds me. The flames around them spun faster and faster, and soon there was a sound like something was out of place.

Jjaeng-

The two magics that were forcibly fused with the spirit of the word rebelled against each other.

The light rejects the flame, and the flame begins to sway more violently to consume the light.

Even though it wasn’t using space-time magic, the sight was distorted. In the phenomenon that occurs when the concentrated power crosses the critical point, the ugly flourishing hurriedly gathers the surrounding tentacles and tries to cover my magic…

This isn’t magic that can be completely prevented.

Aaaaa!!

The world flickers white with a roar. The scorching heat and the vibrating ground that attacked it belatedly.

Even though it is protected by the circulating barrier of life and the walls of Yggdrasil, it is such an aftermath. What about the opponent who had to receive it directly?

First of all, the chunks of meat and tentacles covering the sword could not even be found, as if they had completely evaporated.

There was a gap that was large enough to be seen in the jinglingly large army.

High-level magic is usually called siege magic. It was so powerful that even a castle wall coated with all sorts of protective magic could be demolished at once if hit properly.

But what about the magic from before? It is said that he has not yet exerted his full power, but he is in this shape even though he has directly stepped forward as a newcomer.

If the Furnishment had been used in siege warfare, it would have blown half of the castle itself, not just the walls.

The coward who feared that everything would become an ugly toy of prosperity, the soldier who was gloomy because he did not think he would win even though he was on the battlefield, and even the cultist who regarded his goddess as the absolute.

All of them, regardless of whether they were enemies or allies, stood blankly with their mouths open.

It’s not to the extent that it’s a great magic that’s closer to a miracle than magic. However, it is too powerful to simply fight in the name of advanced magic. So what should I call this?

… These are the expressions that clearly convey that thought.

It was the moment when the camp, which had been clearly divided by sexual desire close to madness, resignation, and fear, became one in a thrill.

Now it’s worth fighting for.

Of course, it took a fair price to reverse the atmosphere like this.

A limp body, even though it is in the state of Yonginhwa, which must have a sense of omnipotence because it is not overflowing with strength.

He still had about 60% of his magic power left, but wouldn’t the maximum mana output be another issue?

As I recklessly increased the power, I had to consume 5 times as much mana as normal high-level magic at once.

No matter how special my body is, this has no choice but to go.

Forcibly manifesting the magic that couldn’t work there with the spirit of the language, it consumed a lot of mental power.

However, even taking all of this into consideration, now is an opportunity.

In order not to show signs of exhaustion, he stood up straight and gazed down at the battlefield.

It opened its eyes, which were probably vertically slanted like those of reptiles, and discharged blood with all its might.

It’s like a small animal threatening to make it look bigger by blowing air into its body. I also want to inflate my presence as much as possible.

I hope that they will also feel the despondency of facing God and the trepidation of facing the Sword Master’s sword.

Did it work? Even though they were far away, he smiled relaxedly at the awe-inspiring gaze.

“[Listen up, you bastards.]”

Even using the spirit of the word, he presses his magic power and will into his voice.

The voice that touches the mystery itself will be imprinted in their minds, just as the ugly prophecies of prosperity were.

“[I don’t listen to those weaker than me!]”

Guys who suddenly wonder what this means. But the original word is the law that you have to listen to the end.

“[And now the ugly flourishes… As you just saw, you are weaker than me.]”

I could feel the heat from the cultists who were absent-minded. However, the guys running around are not a threat to me.

What you need to be careful about is the cardinal level. So I sneakily scooped it up, but the guys with strong energy just carefully looked this way.

From a distance, she turned her attention to Iona, who was holding a spear of red thorns.

“…”

Iona silently shook her head.

Write.

When she got excited and tried to use a big technique, Iona tried to snipe with Chepesch. I guess it’s going to be difficult to get there.

Still, this was quite successful in overpowering her.

After drinking two bottles of the highest quality mana potion she took out of her inventory, she raised her magic again.

Ugh.

I shouted while ready to use magic at any time.

“[You may not be able to say it, but you will be hearing it. Ugly Thrive! Did you say you wanted to make me an apostle?]”

He took a deep breath, then expelled the cold air from her lungs.

“[Inversely, I suggest. If you become my slave, I will spare your life!]”

“… You? You’re not serious, are you? Are you just talking? No matter how crazy you are for a fallen slave, you won’t receive an evil spirit, right?”

Behind her, Elisha’s words, which were genuinely worried by her, flowed moderately and continued her words.

“[Well, we don’t need non-virgin slaves.]”

He shrugged her lightly and nodded at Iona, who was poised to throw her javelin at any moment.

“Okay, then change to a broad type… I’ll go! Bloom, Chepes!”

Iona shouted her brother-in-law, pushing her arm straight forward, bent behind her to the limit.

Like a red ray of light, a thorny spear flew in, leaving only an afterimage of her in the air, and in an instant, was lodged in the bewildered enemy camp.

And then it blooms brilliantly.

Quaggagak!

The blood flower that bloomed after eating the blood of surrounding creatures resembled its owner and possessed a magical charm that fascinated people.

However, since they are all followers of the same ugly prosperity who make their career in enchantment, they quickly came to their senses.

On the faces of those who were humiliated one after another, there was no more composure like a moment ago.

A little excitement remained in her, but it was evidently weaker than she had been before.

Perhaps thinking that there would be nothing good if they procrastinated any longer, cultists dressed in clothes or underwear shouted in unison.

“Brothers and sisters! Men commit crimes, and women commit crimes too! Let those gnomes give birth to as much as they kill! In the name of a mother with a thousand breasts and a thousand cocks!”

It was the sound of the great war, which seemed to have ended 300 years ago, starting again.

… It’s a bit cheesy for that kind of thing, though.