119 – Apostle of Lust – (3)

Suddenly!

Kang!

With a heavy metal sound, the head of one of the leaders of the church who rushed at me was cut off. Even with his head severed, he wriggled and delivered the final blow, but that too was blocked by the cross guard.

If I had relaxed just a bit, the mace would have hit his breastplate.

It was such a mad spirit that the liver was cold.

Is it because of Seneca’s suggestion?

“aaa! I thought it would be like this too!”

Merta cried and shouted, but the cry echoed in the night sky for a while before dissipating.

The killers’ attention was drawn to the sound Merta made.

“Hey, hi.”

Merta swallowed her breath, and the assassins slowly drew their weapons and began approaching.

In the end, she had no choice but to release her spirits, shedding all her tears and runny nose.

Somehow, it looks like he’s also in a chora position.

“Freed!”

“Yes.”

Lyncia’s cry. I pushed back Lyncia who was still in her arms.

With her back to back, I straightened her Ernst at the enemy charging in front of her, and Lynxia vigorously waved her arms.

“Wig! Drive it out!”

Chang!

A wig that had grown to the size of a house swept behind me. The wind pressure just swept them aimlessly away.

I stabbed Ernst into the chest of the murderer who was running in front of me.

As I swept the sword horizontally, he spewed a gurgling bubble of blood and collapsed with half of his upper body cut off.

Blood spattered all over his face, but he didn’t care.

“Whoa. How many more can you call?”

“Uh, which one?”

“That dove.”

“A wig is not a pigeon!”

Lyncia’s elbow pounded my side relentlessly.

“I don’t know, but I think I’ll be fine with the next 15 or so. If you can control your strength and squeeze it out, you can double that.”

“It’s okay.”

The situation was bleak, but at that level, there was nothing that could not be prevented.

Perhaps it was because I used survival points for my intelligence stat, Lynthia was very helpful.

“Your Majesty, please hold on a little longer. We will find a way out.”

“Freed.”

“Yes.”

Lin Xia looked at me with her head tilted 90 degrees. The bridge of her dainty nose turned to the sky, and her green eyes looked up at me.

“Lyncia.”

“Huh?”

“You decided to call me Lyncia.”

“…… When it’s just the two of us…….”

“It doesn’t matter, right now. Anyway, the situation is the situation.”

Such a stubborn Lynxia knew very well that she could never be stopped.

In the end, I laughed and said.

“Lyncia.”

“One more time.”

“Lyncia Ayrn.”

“Huh. hehehehe.”

Finally, Lynxia looked in front of her again and summoned her wig to shoot her wind.

Her momentum was stronger than before.

Well, it must have been because she liked herself.

If the wig can be used close to 20 times, there won’t be a big problem in holding on like this. Merta’s low-level spirit army was also never pushed back in the head count fight.

“That’s the problem.”

I looked up and saw the bloody battle between two mighty beings floating in the sky.

It was an eye-watering fierce battle.

Every time Seira waves her hand, wrapped in golden mana, the night sky flashes and the heavens and earth pulsate. On the contrary, Seneca, the apostle of the church, refracted Seira’s magic through short teleportation and light pink mist.

Both of them were amazing. To the extent that I dare not intervene.

If there was one positive fact, it was that Seneca was in a hurry to deflect Seira’s magic.

Chang!

“Kuu!”

Catch the sword of the water spray flying from the blind spot.

After I finished the confirmation kill by walking on his leg, I spoke to Yuria, who was dealing with enemies from a distance using the spirit and magic sphere.

“Yuria. What is the weakness of that apostle named Seneca?”

“Ugh, ugh. I don’t have the guts to know that!”

Yuria evaded the attack by rolling on the ground, then lowered her scarf and shouted a rune word.

With the sound of the ground shaking, the surrounding ground caved in. The priest who was hit directly by that cry had his head crushed as if he had been pressed down by a huge weight in the air.

Eonryeong, as expected, is an open fraud.

“Then what is his intention?”

“I must say it was a ulterior motive… ….”

Yuria looked around and saw Seneca fighting a fierce battle with Seira.

And after hesitating for a while, he replied.

“Isn’t it just to pass the time?”

“Time?”

“I can’t see Pedras. Besides, that move just seems to have no intention of tying Archmage’s ankles. Of course, Seneca is the weakest of the apostles. It’s impossible to beat the Archmage, but…….”

Is it because of Yuria’s worries?

The fierce battle in the sky suddenly calmed down.

In the battle of attrition that followed, it seemed that Seira had fed her up first.

There seemed to be a conversation going on between the two, but Seira started gathering mana in her hands again. I don’t know what they were talking about because of the distance, but the look from Seira’s back was very angry.

And that was the moment.

A rumbling sound.

The feet began to vibrate again.

“What is this again!”

It feels different from last time. The black mist that hung over the sky began to eat away at the moonlight, emitting a more mysterious light.

And. Starting from the place where Lynchia and I were, the ground began to rise.

“Uh, uh uh?!”

“Lyncia!”

I hurriedly grabbed Lyncia’s arm, who was staggering and tilted in the air, but it was already too late.

It was because the raised ground gently pushed Lynthia into the air.

In an instant, her feet lifted off the ground.

The wind brushed her face. The lower leg became dizzy.

“f*ck.”

For some reason, I felt deja vu.

This is a feeling I felt a month ago.

To be exact, it was at that moment when he fell through the floor of the collapsed banquet hall.

“Bake it!”

And then the distant land parted, revealing the shape of a huge golem between them.

It was a familiar face.

Because it was Gaia Khan, a high-level land spirit.

Not just one, but several.

“Huh.”

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“What did you do? Senior spirits? Have you been hiding that much?”

Said Seira Liantour, an archmage clad in a golden halo.

She was shaking her lower eyelids very uneasy.

“They are spirits who have sworn allegiance to foreign media.”

“You were forced to be loyal. You have to be honest, b*tch.”

“…… Ha ha ha. It’s just a way to make ends meet.”

The apostle of lust, Seneca, who was facing Seira, felt frightened by that expression.

There was something she clearly felt while competing with the Archmage several times.

That he could never defeat that Archmage.

‘It’s a monster, really.’

Even if she tried to fight through her powers, the only limit was to deflect her attacks and make them miss.

At first glance, Seira Liantour looked like a glass cannon.

In other words, it seemed worth trying.

She shoots great magic of formidable power with a merciless spear, but her body looks flimsy.

However, that was never the case. She was known to Seneca, who opened her mind through authority.

Piles of protective magic and numerous automatic magics that support it. That Archmage was literally a walking fortress.

Seneca’s specialty, the paralyzing fog, won’t even have the slightest effect on that Archmage.

‘How to catch that thing, Mr. Pedras is also right.’

Seneca grunted inwardly.

To be honest, I felt very dirty from being here.

For her part, she was more interested in her party down there than in that archmage.

‘I still have things to settle with Yuria. And Mr. Fried too.’

Seneca was dissatisfied, but she had no choice.

It was self-evident that the moment I took my nerves from the Arch Mage in front of me, her neck would run away.

“Is recess over? The kids below are exhausted, so I think I need to finish it quickly and go help them.”

Saira sarcastically.

In fact, the battle was confused by the intrusion of high-level land spirits that broke through the ground.

This would also prove that Pedras’ groundwork is being worked on, but it’s still a long way off. Because a bigger party was waiting.

Deeply looking forward to that scene, Seneca couldn’t hide her laughter.

As Seneca laughed, Seira wrinkled her forehead.

“Do you still have room?”

“It’s a pretense. It’s the limit now.”

She was serious about what she said.

Seneca’s power was almost at the bottom as he was attacked and parried away by Seira. She had to squeeze it out to see if she could last ten dozen more.

“You seem very relaxed for something like that, don’t you?”

“Of course. There’s no way I’m alone with the Archmage without any insurance.”

“Hmm?”

Seira frowned at her, not knowing what she meant, and Seneca glanced behind her.

It’s about time.

Is it because Seneca’s wish reached him?

“…… This.”

It was Seira who sensed the ideal.

She looked up at the sky with a hard expression.

And.

“――――――!!!”

Amidst the dark clouds in the night sky with a groan that rips through her sky, it revealed her own formidable form.

Rocky scales. A wide open mouth with sharp teeth densely packed in it. The oval-shaped claws on her four feet were tinged with a sad blue light, and when she spread her wings wide, the entire night sky was covered.

Its appearance reminded me of a legendary animal that jumped out of a book.

No, actually the animal was hit.

“…… Dragon.”

Saira muttered blankly.

Dragon. After disappearing from the continent for nearly a thousand years, this top predator in the world is now referred to as a fantasy creature.

“Whoops.”

Seneca let out a smile of repentance.

At last.

“You, explain. What the hell is that monster?”

Seira asked, swallowing her saliva.

Seneca replied with a broad smile.

“Let me introduce you. The highest rank Dark Spirit, Denebris. That’s Seira-san’s opponent.”

“… ….”

As if in response to those words, Denebris, wrapped in black mist, roared loudly.

At the sound of her deafening cries, Seira let out a sigh of relief from the ground.

“Worst, really.”