A battle between Junerva the Poison Demon and Mastigios the Magician General. If you look at it from a broader perspective, it was almost a miracle for mankind just to reach this point.

　No matter how brave and heroic you are, it's difficult to reach the demons in perfect condition. There are more than tens of thousands of demon beasts, demons, and spirits waiting for the demons, and even they cannot be overcome by a single person.

　That's why the heroes kill everything. Only the brave can do it. Only a brave man could do that.

　In fact, after overcoming a thousand rivers of blood and ten thousand corpses, there are many who have had to face the demons with exhausted bodies and strength.

　Silver-rimmed blue. The watchman Valerie Brightnes was one of them. She once built a mountain of demon corpses and repelled even the greatest demons. She was an undeniable hero.

　But sadly... She was human to a fault. Humans have the concept of physical strength, which is why she was unable to resist the demons in her final days.

　That's why it's a miracle that Meijie was able to face the demon unharmed. This in itself is a miracle. How many of us have wished for this, but could not achieve it?

　--But today, mankind must perform another miracle. A miracle of mankind surpassing the demons.

　Tension as if time had stopped for a moment. The next moment, life or death could be decided.

　Naturally, it was Mastighios who made the first move when confronted. The word "wait and see" is not used for demons, especially higher demons. He would die in the meantime.

　The most important thing is how to prevent the enemy from using their power, and the best way to do that is to chop off their heads with a single flash.

　If you can't do that, you must at least keep control of the situation. The two arms of the Mastighios roared and flashed lightning to repel the lightning fire.

Stomp it down.

　Mastighios' arms swung down. It was only a breath away. The magic mechanism that had brought down the wrath of the gods was poured into Junerva in a flash of lightning.

　No, it wasn't just a flash. Two, three, four. They became countless pillars of light that pierced Junerva to gouge her. It even looks like a multitude of fangs.

　I'm going to kill it before it can react. For that, speed was everything. In all directions, in all directions. From all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions, from all directions

"I see.

　Junerva's beak twisted as she muttered a few words as she was enveloped in the extreme light. I'm not sure what to make of this. The fact that he was able to create it so wildly was beyond human.

　Junerva was sure of it. Sooner or later, he must have been out of his league.

　Even Junerva would not be unscathed if she were to take the extreme light seriously. He would have to be prepared to be burned. But it's also difficult to avoid.

　--Then melt it down. The space around Junerva, its contours distorting and melting.

　The way the landscape bends and melts is a sight that makes you think the world has gone mad. But alas, this was reality.

　The disease of Junerva's poison erodes the polar light of Mastigios. To the poison, living things, plants, and magic are all equal food for it.

　But still, if that were all, it would be no match for Mastighios.

　What was cruel was the speed of its reaction and the precision of its response. No matter how great the magic or the scriptures, if you can't handle it, it's no better than a toy.

　But Junerva was not like a brand-new demon who just possessed powers and spewed out fire and power. He was able to handle every drop of poison, down to the tip, as if it were a limb.

　While most people who steer large scale demons are not good at precise movements, he was by far the exception. As he said, his years of experience with demons were different.

　And for Junerva, who has lived for more than a thousand years, Mastighios, who has lived only a hundred years, is like a baby.

"...... is unbearable. If I were you, I would choose to retreat as soon as possible.

　I'm not sure if you'll be able to find the right one for you. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. The tyranny of Mastighios' great magic was all consumed by the poison.

　Front, side, back, above and below the ground.

　The torment from all directions made no sense. The magic of the poison was eroding the magic far faster than the magic could touch the man.

That's all well and good. I don't mind letting you live if it's just you.

　Junerva was serious. All we need to accomplish our goal is for more people to die. It doesn't matter if we let one Mastighios go.

"I can't do that - I'll spare no expense. This is all I can do.

　Mastighios' immediate response. And the repeated storm of extreme light. There are a number of deceptions and tricks woven into this, all designed to take you by surprise.



　A sorcerer is in the business of creating magic, but a soldier is in the business of deceiving the enemy.

　It was no exaggeration to say that the series of great magic tricks was the culmination of the military magician Mastighios. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and the surrounding buildings and magical beasts flew apart in the aftermath.

　That was undoubtedly the maximum power of the Mastighios' magic. The power of the heat can make even the cheeks of a demon froth.

　But Junerva, on the other hand, kept her cool and took it.

　No amount of deception or trickery is new to Junerva. Anything that a demon wielder could think of, he had thought of in the past.

　It's true that Junerva's offensive is being held back. But such maximum power won't last long. There's not a scratch on us.

　Then we wait. Rather than being cautious, he was thinking about how to get the upper hand. This thing can't last more than a few seconds.

　It was supposed to.

　Five seconds pass. Ten seconds passed--thirty seconds, and then a minute. The thunderstorm that still blanketed Junerva hadn't slowed down.

　Even Junerva's throat cried out at this, and she looked ahead with the eyes of a bird of prey. The battlefield is enveloped in lightning, and you can't even see in front of you anymore.

　It's impossible.

　Junerva muttered quietly in her mouth. There's no way anyone can maintain this level of maximum power. Even if Mastigios is inhuman, it's beyond the limit.

　He wasn't being pushed. But for the first time, Junerva's face lost its composure in the face of an obvious anomaly.

　The thing to fear most in a struggle is what you don't understand. If you let what you don't understand go, it will surely come back to you.

　Junerva carefully tilted her stance forward. It's a battle stance.

　Junerva decided that it would be better to take some risks to get out of this situation than to wait here and now, unable to grasp the situation. She is confident that she can deal with the enemy no matter what they do. That's true, and it's not overconfidence or pride.

　So it was inevitable that Junerva would choose to get out of the situation.

　And if it is inevitable, there is someone to respond to it.

　Junerva shifted the range of the poison, bounced off a corner of the lightning bolt, and pried it out of sight. My vision cleared. But for a moment, the density of the poison diminishes.

　The sorcerer was right in front of me. Large fingers immediately grabbed Junerva by the shoulders and neck.

"I'm sorry I lied. The full force starts now.

　Junerva's beak lifted as Mastighios said, his eyes wide and his fingers feverish.

　It was utterly hilarious. It was only then that Junerva realized the truth. This person is really trying to kill you.

　He believes he can do it without a moment's hesitation.

　Junerva had seen a man with this expression somewhere before. Thunderbolts and a cloud of dust covered his vision.