The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 81

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Beiryl watched my arm roll across the muddy floor in disbelief.

He clearly reacted to his attack.

I thought it was enough to stop it.

However, his arm was cut off.

"Beiryl!"

"Sir Onyx!"

The voices of Marquis Bell and Jamie could be heard above.

Beiryl laughed bitterly.

It looked ugly.

'Should I get him out?'

Isis told me not to use it even out of curiosity.

But wouldn't it be different now that we are in danger of dying?

'Is this an opponent you can beat by wielding it?'

The same sword master, but the difference was heaven and earth.

' Can you do this?'

It wasn't the first time he had a fight with the Sword Master.

It wasn't a life-or-death decision like now, but before that, I had mixed swords several times. However, this was the first time such an overwhelming result.

miserable heart.

But you can't give up.

"Whoa-"

"You are tough."

The scent of flowers made my head throb.

Sable said to Beiryl, who stood calmly even though his arm was severed.

"It makes no sense."

"Shut up."

"The level is different. Your skills are recognized. Power of the Wind, simple yet amazing. But the time to become a master is different."

Sabel's expression smiled coldly.

Contrary to his youthful appearance, he was actually over 50.

experience, magnanimity, and skill. It was superior in every way.

"You and Earl Wellton, whom you consider your rival. In front of me, everyone is just a kid."

Swordsman of the Kingdom of Seldam.

Even if it was him, the young sword masters were not yet mature.

"It's a little bit different to predict your skills in a subject where you only obtained such power by luck."

"A loser's excuses are always ugly. Because the compatibility of powers is not good, the weather is not good, and the condition is poor. Even if our powers had changed, our wins and losses would not have changed."

"It's easy to say!"

Although he only had one hand, the power of the wind made everything light.

Even the sense of balance that collapsed due to the empty left arm was sufficiently covered by the power of the wind.

Beiryl quickly closed the distance.

"So, there is no competition."

This time, the black did not move.

Beiryl's eyes widened. I felt a bitter life, and time stopped for a moment.

In that situation, Beiryl saw a red line appearing on his side.

There was no time to think about what the red line was.

However, I felt strongly that if I ignored that line, something big would happen.

Beiryl twisted and unleashed the aurors to their full potential.

The wind gently swept around her body, and she naturally changed direction in the air.

I struggled to get out of the red line somehow.

As a result, life disappeared and the red line moved away.

"Oh."

Sable's side was split like a cut.

He raised the corners of his lips, feeling the blood flowing.

In that brief moment, Beiryl changed the outcome through her Auror and Power.

It was an amazing feeling.

The Sword Master is not in vain, is this?

Beiryl landed on the floor and took a deep breath.

The line that was made on the side.

He seemed to know what it was now that he had free time.

'A line that twists fate!'

If I hadn't become a sword master, I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't experienced the crisis of my arm being cut off.

However, it was not easy to avoid.

The enemy's power had reached that level.

"I didn't know how to avoid it."

Beiryl passed Sable's horse over the back of his ear and saw the wound on his side.

There were wounds that were not

It looked like it had just been made.

"If the power fails, it seems to come back to you, right?"

"Where in the world is the power without risk?"

Sable nodded as he looked at the enemy repositioning.

"Certainly, this is a higher level than the Executioner I saw a while ago."

"If you look at me with ease, it won't end with your side this time."

"I praise you for avoiding it. However ."

Sable kicked the ground.

Auror, who wrapped the blade, drew an afterimage and drew a beautiful trajectory.

Beiryl saw fate twisting lines form all over her body.

'Is it possible to unleash your powers while using a sword!'

I've never had a fight like this before.

thigh was cut Next, the calves, the collarbones, the lower arms and the back.

So much blood escaped and a red mist was formed in the air.

Meanwhile, Sable's sword flew.

Chagaeng-!

The two swords collided briefly twice.

Even though the power of the wind was added to the heavy sword, it was pushed back.

Sable said with a smile while keeping his body tight.

"Even if you don't have authority, you are no match."

His forearm cracked and blood was flowing.

The power of causality reversal was being fulfilled at every moment he wished for.

"You are here too."

The assistant Sable that Beiryl knew no longer existed.

The one standing in front was Zenith's most powerful sword with absolute force.

'Damn it.'

A red line was drawn on the neck.

It's impossible to avoid or interfere in such close contact.

"If I hadn't appeared, I would have been able to enjoy my useless wandering life a little more."

" your boy."

"It would be a pity that the Frontier lost a lot of power."

Beiryl couldn't do anything other than sharpen her teeth as her lips curled up disgustingly.

"Good luck."

neck is cut off

Obviously, it had to be.

" no?!

Sable's eyes widened.

Beiryl was clearly in front of her. It should have been normal to see the cut head rising right in front of him.

By the way .

"Where did you go?"

disappeared out of nowhere.

* * *

Beiryl blinked and looked around.

It was an empty space.

The old floors were studded with heavily weathered bricks, and the walls looked like clumps of mud.

Beiryl rubbed his neck.

'What happened?'

A "line that twists fate" was drawn on his neck.

I thought I was definitely going to die, but when I woke up, I was moved to this place.

Maybe it's an afterlife?

[Don't worry, it's not the underworld.]

Then Jamie's voice came from the ceiling.

Beiryl then realized where this place was.

"You took me to Gremia."

[Yes. I was wondering what to do if I resisted, but I'm really glad.]

Just before Beiryl's neck was blown away, Jamie moved him towards Gremia in an all-or-done way.

If Beiryl had resisted this strange feeling, he would not have been able to move it, but due to the circumstances, he was able to bring it naturally.

"I am so grateful. I survived thanks to you."

[No. If the lord loses, we're done. Anyway, I don't have much time. I have an idea, would you like to hear it?]

"Are there any good plans? I hate to admit it, but my opponent is one step ahead of me. You won't be able to defeat it with any strategy.

[I'm not sure, but it will probably work.]

Jamie's meaningful voice.

Beiryl got up from her seat and grabbed the greatsword.

"Say it. Now is not the time to choose the means and methods."

[Listen well.]

Jamie explained the strategy, and Beiryl nodded.

[Is it possible?]

Suffice.

[What is important?]

Breath.

[Then send it out!]

Inside the Gramia, Beiril's new model began to fade.

The hand holding the great sword tightened.

* * *

Sabel looked around for signs of embarrassment while killing as much as possible. But nothing was felt.

Is it possible to disappear without any foreshadowing?

'It's possible with teleport, but .'

Jamie Welton, that little guy could do it.

The problem was that I didn't feel any mana.

This meant that it was not made by magic.

'I don't know what it is, but a third party's intervention is certain.'

Sable looked over the cliff with fiercely raised eyes. It was felt that several signs were hurriedly leaving their seats.

He snorted and clenched his sword.

The aura became thicker and the sword was refined.

cut

The power of causal reversal has produced results.

The purpose is 'clearing the cliff'.

All his power was concentrated on that alone.

And, the enemy was only waiting for that.

"You got caught."

The disappearing sign appeared from behind like a lie.

Sable instinctively leaned forward.

I felt a sharp pain in my back. The pain spread quickly and became hot as if it had been engulfed in fire.

"ね!"

"You shouldn't have been aiming for that!"

Beiryl jumped over him, aimed at his neck, and swung his sword.

land! The sword bounced off with a sound.

The sword that protruded from below blocked the attack.

However, it is a sword master's fight. A single collision cannot be one breath.

The two swords crossed several times.

Although both of them were in an uncomfortable position to wield a sword, the superhumans who reached the extreme of the sword seemed not to care.

'But I couldn't cut it.'

Beiryl landed on the floor, kicking his tongue.

"I don't know what you did."

Sable's eyes turned red.

"Not twice ."

Beiryl disappeared again.

and appeared from the side.

'Again.'

Even though it was in front of me, I couldn't tell where it had disappeared or where it had appeared.

I was annoyed by the strange magic, but it wasn't to the point that I couldn't fully respond.

While Sable raised his sword to defend, he aimed at Beiryl's gaps with his powers. But this time, the enemy disappeared, and the power was not reached.

A new scar was engraved on his body.

'Where are you this time?'

A blade that pierces the thigh.

Looking back, Beiryl was smiling and holding his sword.

"The muscle was cut."

Sable staggered and touched the ground with his sword.

"It doesn't make sense to be the leader of the Seven Knights."

Beiryl mocked him as he wiped the blood from his bayonet.

Jamie's operation was successful.

Even the monstrous Seven Knights leader could not easily respond to the surprise attack through Gremia.

If you keep pushing like this, you will eventually collapse.

"????"

It was a time when Beiryl was certain of victory.

Sable let out an eerie laugh.

"What is funny?"

"I know what it is."

Sable looked over the cliff again.

There was only one thing that could do such a magical thing without a trace of mana.

"It's an artifact."

Beiryl's eyes widened at those words.

So did Jamie, who was watching from the cliff.

Sable laughed again at their reaction.

"I don't know what kind it is, but it's a spatial artifact. The reason why there is no trace of mana is probably because it is rechargeable."

There were artifacts that could work even if you didn't need to use mana as long as it was charged.

Although Gremia was not a rechargeable type, it was not wrong to say that it was possible to operate it with a charge of mana.

Having reached the conclusion, Sable opened his mouth as if in surprise.

"Is that Jamie Welton too?"

There was no person other than that kid who could create such a variable.

What a strange little kid.

And for a 7-year-old subject, it's really intimidating.

"I should have killed you first."

"To do that, what should I do?"

okay. You have a problem too. I think I'm slowly getting used to it.

I'll write the annoying numbers again.

There would be no more surprise attacks, but the longer the battle, the more unfavorable the situation would become.

Because the Sword Master's ears could hear the sound of horseshoes running towards this place.

"It will be in an instant."

Sable held the sword with both hands.

In the rapidly changing atmosphere, Beiryl swallowed dry saliva.

It seemed that he had to pull out the Thunder Dragon Sword Gram.

* * *

" I noticed."

"This is the true face of that guy."

Jamie and the Marquis got even more serious.

If you notice Gramia, you won't be able to react right away, but the surprise won't have much effect.

It was clear that Beiryl's fight would become difficult again.

'What should I do?'

It was when Jamie was somehow trying to think of the next operation.

Sable held the sword in both hands.

creepy!!

Up to the top of such a high cliff, I felt an endless life.

The Marquis' face darkened.

He had gone through everything before birth, but his body was too old to withstand the life the Sword Master gave off.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's fine, so you don't have to worry about it."

He smiled kindly at his grandson and looked down the cliff again.

The two moved in tension.

Jamie also began to rebuild the form of Gremia.

Anytime Beiril is in danger or an opportunity arises. You need to make it so that you can poke through the gaps using the gremia.

'It won't be easy, but you have to do it.'

There is no victory other than that!

The moment I thought about it, I won.

"Huh-"

Beiryl spews a fountain of blood from her chest.

He fell to the floor with his eyes closed.

Jamie's eyes trembled violently. It wasn't a matter of missing a move.

disappeared and appeared Just like Beiryl had just done.

If anything else, the means used.

Sable changed the way he used his powers.

"From attack to defense, or from movement."

Sable said as he spilled the blood on the blade.

"The number of cases of causal reversal is infinite depending on how it is used."

Having regained his composure, he raised his horse again and turned towards the cliff.

"Now it is your turn."

Sable bent his knees to jump.

One leap is enough.

I will kill them all and return to my hometown.

Whoops-

Sable's eyes widened.

"The carelessness Forbidden."

He listened to Beiryl's voice and looked at my heart. The sword protruded through the chest.

Looking back slowly, Beiryl was still lying face down in the distance.

But it was strange. There was a huge black half of it.

I didn't even break it.

'no It was cut in half, no.'

It jumped through space and pierced his back.

"Damn Jamie Wellton."

Shape-building artifact gramia.

It is handled by Jamie Welton.

No, it was Diablo Volfir, the great warlock who perfectly understood the multidimensional structure.

"This is a wormhole, you bastard!"

Jamie once again paid tribute to Armion, the creator of Gremia.

If it wasn't for Gremia, I would have died here.

Sable's knees hit the floor.

Seeing him, Jamie was sure of victory.

"These bastards !"

However, this mighty sword master is the product of an undisputed god of war.

"You will beg for help."

The dark blue divinity of war began to wrap around Sable's body.

- Continued on next episode -