128 – Lautrek Pendrin – (1)

“Whoop.”

Phaedras, the apostle of the abyss, exhaled in exaltation.

The breath he exhaled was stained black. This meant that indescribable power resided in his body.

It’s been over forty years since he became an apostle, but the power that now dwells in Fedras’s body is the greatest he’s ever commanded.

Having the spirit realm under your command means taking authority that is infinitely close to that of a godhead.

Phedras shouted, sticking out his tongue.

“With this, even the Archmage can handle it! You can become the ruler of the world!”

Kill the monster in front of you. He also cut off the last bloodline of Irn. And, receiving the favor of the foreign press, he wins the competition among the apostles.

In other words, the last person left will be you.

This sense that the whole situation is within your grasp. Phaedras grinned with satisfaction and his gums were full.

Seeing that, the wizard opposite him, Seira Lian Tour, frowned at him.

“You are a real third-rate villain.”

“What?”

“Was it Arwen? That apostle had at least a minimal aura, but you don’t even have that.”

At those words, a vein suddenly rose between Phaedras’ forehead.

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption. For Pedras now, that was the name he most wanted to hear.

“Noisy! Do not bear that abominable name in front of me!”

Kwaguawang!

A wave that Pedras shot out in an instant. The Arch Mage avoided it by slightly tilting his shoulders.

However, the unleashed attack caused a secondary explosion behind Seira’s back. It was a move that struck a loophole through the time difference.

“Kuu!”

Seira hurriedly deployed her shield to block it, but Phaedras rushed in from the front.

In the past, it would have been close to impossible to pierce the protection magic created by the monster of Liantur, but in the current situation, it was possible to pierce it.

Pegging!

Phaedra’s black awl pierced the shield and pierced Seira’s side.

In response, countless magic bullets rained down on him from all directions, but small spirits that appeared out of nowhere absorbed them all.

“Cool. It’s really the worst. It won’t hurt.”

Seira stepped back behind her, soaking up her blood.

She laughed at Phaedras in front of her eyes and hundreds of spirits flying behind him.

“You are cowardly, really.”

“Won’t you tell me you’re clever?”

“Pick your dick.”

Seira raised her middle finger, spitting out blood.

Then she lowered her stance and concentrated mana into her hands. Unlike his turbid authority, pure and pure golden mana gathers on her palm.

“I might be scolded by my father, but there is no other way.”

As Seira muttered, she lifted her body upright, and golden flames began to swirl behind her.

Her momentum was unusual.

“What is that?”

“Yes. Forbidden magic. The wind of karma.”

“What?”

“I was in a bad mood because Leah was bragging about me the other day. I should use it when I get a chance.”

Seira grinned happily as she looked forward to what was about to happen to her.

Because her side was pierced, her mouth was filled with blood, and her torn, teary smile was enough to make even Pedras and her body rigid.

Before long, Seira leaned back and fired her flames, and Phaedras hastily shielded her spirits.

However.

“No!”

The great magic shot by the Archmage pierced through the thick wall and came right in front of Phaedras.

I didn’t have time to draw out the authority in a hurry.

Phaedras realized that he had misjudged the Arch Mage.

It’s worth dealing with. It was all bullsh*t.

That was a monster.

No matter how strong Fedras becomes, he cannot win alone.

“Keuuugh!”

In the end, Phaedras ducked down and prepared to dodge the flying flames as much as possible. This was the best move he could take.

That moment.

Whoop!

Suddenly, a dark blue wind enveloped the surroundings.

And the wind of fire that was approaching Phaedras turned in the opposite direction.

Before long, golden flames flew straight to the caster, Seira, and she had no choice but to withdraw her magic in embarrassment.

“What the hell did you do?”

A bewildered Seira glared at Pedras, but she blinked at him as well, trying to understand the anomaly that had just occurred.

And between them, a spirit in the form of a blue girl landed.

Seiwa knew the name of the spirit that glowed faintly while still holding on to black smoke.

“…… Sylphy?”

Seira doubted her own eyes.

The highest ranking wind spirit, Sylphy, contracted with Lautrec. Why is she here

Even the black mist flowing from Sylphy’s body was unmistakably from another dimension.

What can you tell when you see it that far?

“Ahahahaha, hahahahaha!”

Finally realizing the situation, Phaedra began to laugh heartily.

He stood up from his hesitant position.

“Your name was probably Lautrec? That spirit knight.”

“… ….”

“I guess it must be late.”

Sylphy is here.

That meant that Lautrec, like Sylphy, could not escape its influence.

“Ha ha. Is it a failure after all?”

Seira cupped her head.

“You’d better give up. Soon, other high-ranking spirits will arrive one after another. There is no chance of winning.”

“Yes.”

“It is the same with the capital. The corrupted elemental knight must be scattering destruction. You guys are finished.”

“Surely so. Lautrec, though stupid, fights well.”

“Once I’ve dealt with you, I’ll also have to deal with Irn and the traitor, and the foreign press will finally descend. When that happens, everything will go according to His will.”

“It’s a pity that I can’t see you alive.”

Sarcastically, Seira looked around her.

With Sylphy creating blue-dark wind blades in both hands, Flamrus’ flaming giant is ready to attack at any moment.

Certainly, there was no chance of winning even for the Archmage.

“As you said, there is no chance.”

“Then… ….”

However, Seira cut his tongue and shrugged his shoulders.

“But time can be turned off.”

“Have you not given up yet?”

“Why ask something obvious?”

Seira gathered mana again.

“Fried-kun. I want you to do something.”

It was no different from a kind of stubbornness of a child.

“I’ve endured this far, but I have to do something to make ends meet.”

“…… It’s unpleasant.”

Fedras crumpled her face as if she was displeased with Seira. Then, raising both of her arms high, she began to condense her formidable power.

As if in response to this, Sylphy, Flamrus, and numerous spirits began to gather around Seira.

Even in the most immediate situation, Seira remained calm.

“I really might die this time.”

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In a way, it was all Freed’s fault.

Seira fired her magic again as if complaining.

*

“… ….”

Guardian Knight, Lautrec Pendrin, suddenly opened his eyes.

The pure white scenery in front of you. The dreamy bells continued to ring in my head.

“This is it.”

Lautrec looked around him. First place to see. It was a room surrounded by white walls.

“… ….”

Lautrec tilted his head as he tried to take a step. My body seemed sluggish. It feels like being held by dozens of shackles.

After walking a little further, we arrived at the end of the room.

I carefully tapped on the white wall, but there was no sound, just a gentle sweep of Lautrec’s hand.

There was not even a sound in the quiet room, and his ears went blank.

“No way.”

Lautrec hastily drew his sword.

He gathered all the mana without mana on the runic blade.

Raising his sword high, Lautrec manifested spiritism.

“Sylphy. Come out.”

However.

Sylphy did not appear, putting Lautrec’s actions to shame. He called out the other spirits he had contracted with just in case, but even that was the same.

Is it a completely isolated space, or is it because the spirits have lost control.

Lautrec didn’t know what the correct answer was.

“If the latter… ….”

The space where he is now standing on his own two feet was no different from a kind of confinement.

Inner prison.

A space no different from a death sentence for wizards, no, for humans. When the circuit cannot be closed due to a huge shock from the outside while operating the powerful mana, the magician’s consciousness is transmitted deep inside.

A kind of defense mechanism. Or an eternal prison.

He means that he has arrived here.

“You mean I couldn’t hold on, my consciousness.”

Lautrec clenched his fists.

If his predictions were true, he would have already lost control of his own body.

It should have become like a puppet that moves according to the words of the outer dimension while losing its reason.

“He must be running amok.”

I close my eyes and search for the last memories that have already faded.

Sylphy was dyed black and her eyes blurred. I put my hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

Everyone’s puzzled eyes are stuck.

“… ….”

In the end, as YuRia said, she was holding everyone back. An indescribable feeling of powerlessness, coupled with guilt, seized his consciousness.

A quiet white room with no sound.

At the helplessness and hazy sensation that was difficult to express, Lautrec sat down as it was.

“Damn it.”

He clutched his head.

Lautrec couldn’t do anything while he was here.

I only wish for one thing. He just wants his colleagues outside to stop him.

When I think of my comrades, what comes to mind is, of course, the conversation I had with fellow knight Milia Liantour a few days ago.

“Milia, will Sir Uriad be able to stop it?”

It will probably be difficult.

If the opponent was alone, the guardian knights would rush in and somehow manage to take damage and restrain them, but the corrupted spirits would have invaded the capital. The Capital Defense Forces, Guards and Guards alone will not be able to stop it.

The more I thought about it, the darker it got.

Lautrec hung his head.

After being there for a while, he slowly raised his head.

“Anything…… Should be.”

In a conversation with Millia, he clearly promised to fight together. Do anything He takes back the words he once told her.

He seemed to have said something similar to YuRia.

Besides, giving up early was an extreme ball specification.

Even if the end doesn’t mean anything.

“I have to struggle.”

That was the theory that Lautrec had lived through, and that was the story he had been trying to convey to Yuria, who seemed to have lost the will to live.

He went so far as to say that, but he was afraid to look at YuRia because he had given up.

Surereung.

Lautrec drew his sword.

I couldn’t contain the same destructive power as before because I couldn’t summon the spirits, but this was enough.

“Suck!”

Lautrec took a deep breath and swung his sword as hard as he could at the white wall.

Of course, there were no scratches.

“What, is it natural?”

Lautrec sighed, but did not put down his sword.

There was plenty of time anyway, and Lautrec was a very patient person.