Reincarnation of the Warrior Party Archmage - Chapter 156



“Lin, lane, lean, emergency, emergency, super-non-sang.”

When it flew in, Pipi hovered over my head, warning me of an approaching enemy threat from beyond the thick fog.

Hostile signs were felt from all sides, but… … I couldn’t use Bel Sidious. 0101001, just like that time, this fog gets in the way of everything.

If this is the way to seal Bell Sidious and Bell Curious, it’s enough to create another way.

“Building an image… … Hwagyeong, Sejon Yoo.”

A large rune of fire spread out on the ground with me at the center, and soon triangles containing runes appeared one after another in the five directions of the circle.

flow.

Quantity.

three.

John.

Police.

The imagery rune to use is Yang, and the desired magic is the search magic to clear this fog. Soon, the runes of Tam (探) and Po (捕) flashed in Ryang’s square.

“deployment… … .”

A sense that brings out the five senses and mana outside the body and spreads them widely. Searching for signs of superpowers with intent to kill.

Soon, a whitish outline begins to be captured in the fog. The power of witchcraft is amplified by unfolding the scroll and reciting all the seven witches who chant incantations and the aphorisms of Yonggyeong.

Hundreds of ice picks, which originated from the magnificent array of letters, flew all at once with a sharp piercing sound.

“Convert rune inscription… … Fever, shortness.”

At that moment when Ryu’s rune flashed, the wave of supernormal ability detection that had spread out in a radius of 30 meters and wriggling like a haze turned into fierce flames.

All the ice picks and fog in the area vaporized and produced a fierce amount of steam, and the witches caught in the gap were engulfed in flames and screamed in pain before falling down as charcoal.

At that time, the boy had to grab the main gyeol near the shoulder blade with a short moan.

‘It’s called magic depletion… … ?’

Yeouiju’s infinite magical energy resonated with the Black Sheep Lin, instantly infusing new power into the body, but it was an extraordinary feat.

‘I think it was like this when I used Belle Curious in ＜Landkeeper＞… … Is it because of this fog?’

There was no time to think.

While the stench of sulfur and the smell of burning flesh seeped into the mist, I raised myself up with a servant’s quarters.

“Which one is it, Pippi… … Aki and Miria… … ?”

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He asked again, coughing up blood.

I felt a dull pain as transcendental fires blazed within my skin, reassembling broken ribs and regenerating extremely damaged organs.

It is close to the first aid that the power of transcendence manifested to protect the weak body, and it is embarrassing to compare it to super-fast regeneration.

“North, North, North!”

The mist that evaporated from the heat formed dew on the eyes of Friede’s marble statue, who had bitten a smoking pipe. With the dew flowing down like tears, the boy dragged his legs and came out to the side of the road.

At that time, footsteps sounded somewhere again, spearmen poured out, and a flock of crows flew from the sky… … Fifi spread its wings of flame and flew towards it fiercely.

“Go, go, go, go.”

Meanwhile, in the downtown area to the north of the city, a muddy explosion erupted once more, and a two-story window building burned and melted at the same time.

The commotion woke some citizens and opened their eyes slowly… … As the overwhelming killing force approached, he bit into crab foam again and fainted.

Just like that, a woman wearing a hat crossed with a graceful gait in the gap between the citizens who were asleep or convulsing.

“… … .”

After walking so leisurely for a while, the woman carefully listened somewhere on the other side of the fog, silenced the sound of her breathing and footsteps.

I can hear you crying.

As soon as he picked up the direction, he stretched out his smoking pipe, and the fog parted on both sides, imprinting the origin of the noise on his mind.

“Ab-ah… … Abba- oh… … Abba- oh… … .”

Rather than resembling the color of flame, red hair and golden eyes that are flame itself.

The ultimate power that can be vaguely felt in such a small body… … Without thinking about other possibilities, it was the remains of Jinryong.

Left alone on the side of the road, he is crawling somewhere desperately looking for his parents. The woman who was about to move there stopped for a moment.

‘Why is the baby dragon alone? Where is the prosecutor who used to go with the guardian?’

It was right behind my back.

An arrow that flew through a gap in the fog might have pierced the nape of his neck. If at that moment the woman hadn’t turned around and brandished a smoking pipe.

Just like that, aiming for the twisted flow of breath, the blade aimed at the heart and came out. He was a great performer as a shooter.

However, when the woman stretched out her hand, the magic power condensed at high speed in her hand and took the form of a rod… … As I lowered my stance, the blade bounced off the stick I stabbed.

“… … !”

It must have been an unexpected counterattack, and the eyes of the goblin slayer who came out of the fog widened.

If a wizard from 300 years ago had just seen this beautiful counterattack, he would have called it ‘Rin’s baton technique’, and if a modern wizard had witnessed it, he would have shouted ‘Osarius-style baton technique’.

There was nothing surprising. Because the woman was with Archmage Lin when she was learning bongjutsu from the hero Lista.

“No, you… … .”

However, the reason Miria was embarrassed was elsewhere… … .

no.

This makes no sense.

The image of a woman in the retina resembles a marble statue with an old hat worn down and a drinking pipe in the distance, but isn’t it too similar?

If you are a citizen of the republic, you cannot know even if you want to know, a national hero… … Tobacco ash shrine maiden, Tureina.

Aside from that, for some reason, a feeling of vertigo as if something deep in the soul was ringing hit my brain. That moment of bewilderment made the difference between victory and defeat.

The moment the stick that the woman stretched out as she turned her body was pierced deep into Miria’s abdomen, the magic power concentrated at the end of the stick exploded and blew away Miria’s body.

“───!”

Miria vomited blood as she shattered the wooden frames of the stalls that had been lined with fruit and the like, knocked down wooden beams, and fell headlong into the flying fruit.

The time when the woman, aiming a pipe there, muttered quietly, concentrating the power of the bloody sorcery so that the atmosphere swirled.

The rune summoned for attack was immediately converted into a rune for defense, and as soon as a square barrier spread around the woman, a torrent of flames rushed in.

Qurrr!

As soon as the power of the fiercely raging flames is offset by the barrier, the runes change once again. The power that formed the barrier splits into countless wind knives, rushing in the direction the flames came from.

────shish shush shush!

It’s a rune-engraving conversion… … ?

When the boy, bewildered, raised a wall of flames to blow away all the sharp winds, the fog thickened again and the sons and daughters could not be distinguished.

‘As expected, this fog was a problem… … .’

It’s not just Belle Curious.

The original power is not exerted. The dull pain of feeling the limit of one’s magical power is pressing on the heart and main.

‘What kind of power controls the power of the dragon… … ?’

In the dense fog where only the opponent’s mana is dimly detected, magic and witchcraft battles come and go several times, and a corner of the street collapses mercilessly, and rubble and sand scatter in a mess.

The flame burns the poisonous flames of the abyss, and the light of the incantation deflects the flames of transcendence.

My whole body was slippery with a cold sweat. You fired 3 and 4-star magic ten times, strengthened by the Zone of the Image Barrier, without mercy, but you parried them all and even counterattacked?

‘Even roughly speaking, he is several orders of magnitude higher than the sorceress Sagan. Maybe on the same level as me 300 years ago, or one level higher than that… … .’

That too, but something is strange.

Isn’t the way to use the attributes of superpowers the same… … The old me, that is, with Rin. can it be the same?

I thought I would be able to win if I reached close combat, but the staff of magic lightly hit the stone of flame and the flames scattered.

‘This… … ?’

There was another thing that was hard to understand.

The Osarius-type baton technique was also used skillfully by Riveni and Ribardin, so it’s not surprising that other warlocks use it. Even so, it was somehow sloppy compared to me.

But this guy’s magic… … Aside from being sluggish due to an injury, he was one level above me, who can be called the founder.

‘How is this possible? I don’t know if other swordsmanship or spearmanship skills are better, but the stickman that Lista taught me is more skilled than me?’

Strange.

It’s so strange.

At that moment, a bar hit my wrist and a bone-fractured muffled sound erupted, and at the same time, the stone sword struck the guy’s side and blew him into the fog.

“Ha, keuheob, ha… … .”

I caught my breath, thinking I had ruptured a couple of my organs, but my heart jumped as I immediately felt a terrifying echo of power in the mist.

“The Beginning of the Seonggwang Creation of Heaven and Earth, Jigong-Gwang Chaos, Yeonmyeon Hoemyeong, and Seong-Gwangji-Young-Unhaeng-Eo-Sleep.”

The recitation of holy and magnificent language itself ignites ultimate power. Space creaks and power is concentrated, language merges into sentences and forms paragraphs, calling for even greater power.

As soon as I realized the identity of that language, goosebumps ran through my whole body.

I’ve heard of it. I’ve never heard of it, but I remember it clearly. How can I forget, the Changmyeong Psalms (彰明詩篇), which Friede mainly used.

“Holy, light, wa, dang, yu, guang, that is, yu, guang.”

Seven scrolls that literally contain the most holy, noble, and sacred scriptures of the gods even in the large and wide story of Yonggyeong.

In other words, Genesis 7 (創世七篇).

The female shamans were the guardians and agents of this psalm, and they could exercise the power called miracles by reciting the letters written in this psalm. And that is the scripture of the Psalms that Friede used most often.

“Seong-gwang-si-gwang-wi-seon (聖光視光爲善), moisture-light-dark (遂分光暗).”

I heard that it was lost when Friede went missing, along with the Specified Psalms and the Familiar Psalms, but how… … There was no time to be so flustered.

Chains of dazzling light were already unfolding dozens of layers around me, preparing the foundation for the seal. The moment the recitation is over, it will redeem me.

My wrist is broken and I can’t sign it, but I have to use it. The moment you get caught there, it’s over… … .

‘Cerebral hemorrhage is not enough.’

A string of light rose from the palm of my hand, and soon a five-layered triangular magic square was formed, and a red electric current bounced like crazy around it.

‘I’m going to the cremation and bleeding.’

I don’t understand how a black mage or something like that writes a psalm that says that even ten archwitches right below the shrine maiden don’t dare to use it… … .

The power of the psalm is the power of God, and the subject bound there is bound by both the material and soul of the body.

However, using that psalm was the opponent’s defeat. Because I know the characteristics of that psalm better than any wizard.

The brilliant light emitted from the scroll of psalms when cast is so fierce that it pierces even the fog.

‘Thanks to that, the specific coordinates have been completed.’

I was able to make only two formulas for creating lightning strikes, originally seven, because I was hastily calculating with the Jorchen type, and this fog limited the total amount of magic power, but since it was the 5-star magic of the source rune, two rounds were enough.

As soon as the magic square shattered in the palm of my hand, the ultimate flame magic borrowed the power of the source burst into the sky, dragging the tail of fire for a long time.

The night sky was cut long and ripped red by the flames, and the next moment it spewed out comets like fresh blood. A whirlwind of fire burning the heavens and earth descends to the calculated coordinates.

Two blinding flashes.

An explosion that could tear your eardrums apart.

A frenzy that blows away all the moisture by sweeping the ground low with its shock itself half a beat late.

It was my victory by a hair’s breadth.

At that moment, when the fog in the area dissipated and the field of view widened, it would have been if the second lightning strike had fallen instead of blinking in a daze.

The scroll of psalms seemed to reduce the damage by surrounding the caster with a whirlwind of light, but the flames of transcendence pierced even the scroll of divine power and dealt considerable damage to the caster.

The problem was not the power of the magic or the result of it, but the appearance of the other party that was finally revealed by the result.

‘no… … .’

A sense of dread creeps in. No, it’s not a sense of déjà vu, but more dizzy, confused, and creepy sense of incongruity.

An old blue-colored hat and a smoking pipe embossed with the image of a dragon hanging from its waist.

Her elegant features, as if carved from pieces, are revealed on top of her bronze-colored skin where transparent light lingers. Perhaps because of the expressionless eyes under the dark blue hair, the overall atmosphere is gloomy.

‘Clothes and tools can be imitated in any way. But that look, that face… … .’

It’s so similar to what you see in the illustrations in the book, the pictures you saw earlier in the memorial hall, and the statue right behind your back.

– Sabu, Sabu!

As if the second hand had been broken, echoes of the past echoed in my brain like dizziness in the stopped time where I couldn’t even hear the rhythm of my heart.

After waking up from a long slumber, the possibility of a reunion that had been trampled on while dreaming, and the suspicion that painfully raised its head when dealing with the black magicians, and the unknown prophecy that Jerecerica had made, are now wearing reality in this moment.

It was another old friend who returned the sound at the time of stop when he couldn’t even breathe.

“Turaina, Turaina, Turaina.”

It was our skin.

What was so nice about it, I circled around its head while flapping my wings with difficulty with my body covered in blood from dealing with the spearmen and witches.

‘No, no. Pippi, that guy… … .’

What the shadow of the past did when Rin in her heart denied this situation, this meeting… … It was absolutely unbelievable.

As if seeing Pipi for the first time, he narrowed his eyes and swung his right hand away from Pipi. Right after that, he grabbed his forehead and moaned in pain.

‘You say you don’t know Pipi… … ?’

The moment I confirmed it, I should have fired a second lightning strike at the same time I recognized that it was fake. Just like that guy started reciting the scriptures of the psalm again.

just one command.

Just give one command and you’re done.

Reason was crying out to do so, but the heart, the soul… … didn’t allow that I just stare at the heat of the tears running down my cheeks and the dizziness of the shivering vision.

that was my defeat

When the chanting of the Holy Word was over, the letters that had filled the scrolls of the Psalms with beautiful handwriting rose huge and dazzlingly into the air… … I was entangled with a single rope, and as it were, my body and soul were bound at once.

‘That can’t be real… … .’

As my Jeseo-Sae-Ranyeon was made by imitating this psalm of creation, all resistance becomes meaningless the moment it is tied here.

Because it turns all the power of the target into nothingness. The power to move the body, the infinite magic power, all matter, phenomena, and souls… … .

A strange chill that arose from the part tied to the rope of the writing gradually spread throughout the body.

‘It can’t be real… … .’

My body stiffened, my consciousness was torn apart, and my head bent arbitrarily. Beyond the twisted and swaying five senses, indistinct voices were heard.

“… … I’ll take the fluid first.”

“… … Abu, Abba, Abbaat!”

“… … What to do with them?”

“… … don’t need a woman The man… … He’s the dragon’s guardian, so you don’t know. When the power of the psalm settles down, bring it to the altar.”

The mighty presence gradually receded and eventually disappeared, followed by suffocating silence for a while, followed by women’s screams not far away.

“… … now, what are you doing now? Are you betraying him? You must have been his faithful servant, why?”

The flashes of magic and sorcery were so dazzling even through closed eyelids that it made my eyes hurt.

How shaken my head must have been, I thought the silence would fall again, but this time a new woman’s voice rang out.

“… … This one fell victim to the Changmyeong Psalm.”

“… … please.”

The words of a prayer that eased my tense consciousness comfortably echoed in my ears.

No matter how much I listened to it, the chains of language that held my whole body together so that I couldn’t even lift a finger fell off.

A terrifyingly intense sense of liberation drove the thought to the bottom of consciousness.