Chapter 249 : Sounds Good

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

The wave of magical beasts chased after me and Sir Monde, rushing in at a fast speed.

Now, the ground was not just shaking, but trembling as if an earthquake had occurred.

I had to concentrate just to avoid falling while running.

"Aaaah! You son of a bitch!"

I glanced back and saw Sir Monde behind me, cursing and running for his life to avoid being swallowed by the wave.

There was quite a distance, but who wouldn't run away after seeing that terrifying sight of the magical beasts rushing in like a wave?

Looking at it like this, it looked less like an attack by magical beasts and more like a huge natural phenomenon.

Their momentum was unusual.

It was on a different level from the first wave.

If they crashed into the barrier like this, it would be dangerous...

Just as I was thinking that.

Dozens of cannonballs flew in a parabola.

"Sir Monde! Cannonballs are coming!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Fortunately, the cannonballs fell far behind.

KWAGWAGWAGWANG!!

The explosion from behind was so loud it made my ears ring.

Huge explosions occurred simultaneously, and the speed of the wave slowed down a little.

The momentum that had been rushing in was weakened, albeit slightly.

Just then, I heard a grotesque sound, as if the soul of hell were wailing, and when I looked up.

The sky was dyed an eerie green.

I quickly focused my internal energy into my eyes and looked at the barrier.

On top of the barrier, a man was holding up a sword that was glowing turquoise.

The beam of light extending from it reached the sky, creating a scene from hell.

It seemed to shimmer, and at the same time, it looked like it would pour down on our heads at any moment.

It was as if the tongue of hell were licking.

The grandeur was indescribable.

"What in the world is that..."

I could hear Sir Monde muttering.

I raised the corner of my mouth even as I was running.

"Is this your first time seeing it?"

"Where would I see something like that?"

"It's the duke's work."

"What?"

The Heavenly Demon also muttered with interest.

[Hoh... is this also the power of the sword?]

"Probably."

I had seen it once before when I came to Tundra, and I had also witnessed the power of the red sword, Blood, and the blue sword, Frost, which far surpassed imagination, so I wasn't very surprised.

Just then, I saw the duke swing his sword.

Then, a strange, grotesque cry covered the heavens and the earth, and the green aurora that had been dyeing the sky descended to the ground.

Wooooooo!

It was a mysterious and at the same time, chilling sight.

It was as if the grim reaper from hell were extending his arm toward the earth.

That green hand descended from the sky and swept across the battlefield once.

Like sweeping away swarming ants with a hand.

The magical beasts that were caught fell from the sky a moment later, causing secondary damage.

"...Was the duke a mage?"

It was Sir Monde's dazed voice.

"What are you so surprised about? Is this your first time seeing one of the Eight-Bladed Masters?"

"It is. Where would I see one of the Eight-Bladed Masters?"

"Hmm."

That's true.

"...Is that really the power of one person?"

"They're not called the Eight-Bladed Masters for nothing. The Eight-Bladed Masters are originally absurd guys who surpass common sense. How reassuring is it to have such a monster on our side?"

"That's true."

The hand of the grim reaper from hell continued to extend its arm and thin out the magical beasts.

And in the meantime, the cannonballs continued to fly relentlessly.

Gradually, the speed of the wave slowed down, and in the end, the initial momentum that seemed to sweep everything away was considerably weakened.

At first, it was a tidal wave that seemed to swallow everything, but now it had been downgraded to a rough wave.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

'We can block this.'

Of course, I had no intention of foolishly crashing my body into it.

Because the wave was still rough.

If I threw myself into it, I would be torn to shreds. In other words, a suicidal act.

If I were alone, I would have run away behind the barrier, but this time, I was with our proud Sherwood members.

'Dofang, Hartz, Sorrow, Schmidt, Linda.'

When I thought of their specialties, a plausible plan was quickly formulated in my head.

I couldn't predict that it would definitely succeed.

'It's worth a try.'

By that time, I was able to meet the members who were running toward the barrier with one heart and one mind.

The thief who had cut through the eastern forest and run spotted me and shouted.

"Little brother! Are you safe!"

"So far! And you?"

"Same here! What's the plan?"

I immediately gave the order.

"We'll stop them! If it's difficult, we have to at least slow them down! Sorrow!"

"What!"

"Don't you have any large-scale magic that can stop them!"

Sorrow clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"Tch! I hate inefficient magic."

"What did you say?"

Hartz answered instead.

"He says he'll prepare it! But he needs some time!"

"How much!"

"Three minutes!"

"Shut up and do it in one minute!"

I ignored Sorrow, who was muttering a curse, and called Dofang.

"Brother Dofang! Help that guy use his magic within one minute, no matter what!"

"Got it!"

After giving the order, this time the speedster and the poison demon, who had gone to the western plains, running with a golden afterimage, acknowledged me.

"Devil! The magical beasts are rushing in!"

"Linda, you have the magical beast poison, right!"

"Yeah! But it still doesn't kill A-rank magical beasts even if they're hit by it!"

"It's fine, so when Sorrow uses his magic, just spray it all over! As much as you can!"

"Okay!"

Schmidt, without any particular order, moved with Linda on his back, following Sorrow.

I glanced at the rushing wave.

I could see more large, A-rank magical beasts than I had thought.

In any case, even if it didn't kill them, it could weaken them, so that alone was a great effect.

After giving the order, I ran toward the barrier with Sir Monde, and there I met an unexpected person.

I thought he had gone to sleep, so why was he loitering over there?

"Sir Ashuban!"

Adrian waved from behind the hideously grotesque creatures.

"This way!"

This way, my ass.

I quickly increased my speed and approached Adrian.

But since there was no time for a long chat, I shouted.

"Adrian! Why are you out here! Can't you see the wave?"

"For more precise control, it is standard for the caster to be within the range of resonance with the magic circuit—"

"So you mean you have to be within a certain distance?"

"Yes! That's right! How do you grasp the meaning so quickly, Sir Ashuban—"

I ignored Adrian, who was muttering something, and ordered Sir Monde, who had barely followed me, panting.

"Sir Monde! Escort Adrian!"

"What do you mean—"

"Don't let the magical beasts even touch a hair on him! Got it?"

I asked, but didn't even wait for an answer and immediately shot off in the opposite direction.

A place where the path gradually narrowed thanks to the snowy mountains on both sides.

In the center of it, Sorrow was drawing a large magic circle, scattering some unknown powder.

The fact that it didn't scatter even in the raging blizzard seemed to indicate that it was no ordinary powder.

I quickly approached him and asked.

"Are you doing well?"

Sorrow shouted.

"Don't talk to me!"

Hartz explained instead.

"It's a magic circle that amplifies and stabilizes magic power. It's almost essential for large-scale magic."

"And the others?"

"This kind of large-scale magic requires a catalyst to connect to the corresponding coordinates. They went to sprinkle that."

"You know quite a lot?"

"My neighbor is a mage."

I confirmed the thief and the golden speedster who were running hard in the distance.

"What's the expected effect?"

"A delay of about 5 seconds at most."

"That's too short."

Five seconds.

That's only enough time to fire one more magic cannonball before the magical beasts enter the firing range.

"Can't you hold them off for longer?"

Sorrow snorted.

"Then how am I supposed to block that volume? Five seconds is if we're lucky. There's a good chance they'll break through immediately and charge in."

"Can't you do something?"

"If I bring the mages to assist my magic, I might be able to buy a few more seconds, but I can't risk losing the key personnel. And I don't have the time."

"Is that so? Then I'll assist."

Sorrow stared at me blankly.

"Who are you?"

"The captain of Sherwood."

"..."

"A captain is all-purpose. Engrave that in your head this time."

Sorrow gave a cynical smile and continued to draw the magic circle.

In the meantime, another round of magic cannonballs flew over our heads.

KWAGWAGWAGWANG!

As the sound of the explosions got closer, the sound of their footsteps, which shook the earth, also grew louder.

Just then, the thief and the speedster came running this way.

"We've sprinkled it all!"

I urged Sorrow.

"So he says."

"I'm done, so shut up."

"Roger."

Soon, Sorrow dusted off his hands and then crouched down in the center of the magic circle.

He looked as if he were about to go on all fours, with both his arms and feet on the ground.

In the meantime, Dofang, Schmidt, and Linda, who was on his back, returned behind the magic circle.

"Little brother, are you done?"

"So it seems."

Sorrow stared silently at the rushing wave of magical beasts.

He seemed to be waiting for the right timing.

In the meantime, I closed my eyes and spread my senses.

I mainly projected them toward the ground in front where the magic circle was drawn.

Then, I could see a thin path connected by mana.

They were thin lines, like threads, and they extended in dozens of directions toward the front.

They seemed to be connected to that catalyst.

'Magic assistance.'

I had seen before how the blue flowers made of ice that the Knight of Frost had produced had grown at a frightening speed, absorbing my moonlight.

That was also mana, and this was also mana.

Was there a difference?

Internal energy is slightly different from mana.

But I had already found out that internal energy could be mixed with mana.

Furthermore, the quality of internal energy is far superior to the same amount of mana.

Then how much could I assist?

I wouldn't know until I tried.

'Let's just do it.'

Since Sorrow was an ice specialist mage, it would be appropriate for me to assist with my ice art.

After activating the Snow Branch Blue Flame Art, I also imitated Sorrow and got on all fours.

"Devil, what are you doing?"

"Magic assistance. Is the poison ready?"

"Yeah! I gave some to Dofang too. When the magic is activated, we'll run to the sides and spray it all over."

"Good job."

"Heehee."

"I need to concentrate, so don't talk to me."

"Okay!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

As the wave of magical beasts rushed in, a cloud of white snow powder rose like a dust cloud.

KWAGWAGWAGWANG!

Wooooooo!

Cannonballs flew at them once again, and the hand of the grim reaper extending from the sky also thinned them out.

At some point, they had reached right in front of us.

Sorrow was staring at the front without a word.

A blue energy shimmered all over Sorrow's body, and at some point, it burst out explosively.

"Now!"

KWAGAGAGAGAK!!

Sorrow's mana, which was connected to dozens of paths, advanced in the blink of an eye.

Blue ice thorns grew pointedly toward the rushing magical beasts.

I quickly followed suit.

"Hup!"

I poured the internal energy of the ice art from the Snow Branch Blue Flame Art toward Sorrow's magic circle.

"Huh?"

I could hear the owner of the magic circle's surprised voice.

The energy I had poured out advanced through the path at a speed incomparable to mana...

KUWAGWAGWAGWAK!!

The all-blue ice thorns were covered in white and were reinforced into ice thorns twice as large.

The rushing magical beasts, as if they had no intention of dodging, charged straight at them.

A huge collision sound was heard.

Five seconds passed.

The barricade formed by the ice was not breached.

Rather, it was the magical beasts that were breached.

Since they had charged at the ice thorns at the same speed they were running, it was only natural that they were pierced.

While Dofang and Schmidt immediately ran out and started spraying the dark red poison.

The owner of the magic looked back at me with a dazed face.

I gave him a grin.

"It's been more than 10 seconds now, right?"

"..."

Not missing the opportunity, a barrage of cannonballs was poured, and the hand of the grim reaper also came and went frequently.

In the meantime, a good idea came to me.

The blue flame that burns ice, which I had seen when I went on reconnaissance last time.

"Alright."

This time, I injected the magic circle full of flame art.

Then, blue flames erupted on the huge, white, pointed ice thorns.

Naturally, the blue flames spread to the magical beasts that were pierced by the ice thorns.

KWAAAAAAAK!

KIEEEEEEEK!

The cries of the magical beasts echoed sweetly in the white, snowy plains.

I listened to the sound and smiled with utmost satisfaction.

"Ah, that sounds good."

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