Solo Swordmaster

#486. It’s the worst.

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“Have you found a good assistant yet?”

dark red hair.

Tear point in the corner of the left eye.

A voluptuous body and an antique black dress.

A bewitching beauty who stands out in many ways, and a witch who has lived a long time.

Wei Ling replied seriously to Sir’s words.

“Witches are hard to find, so I’m in contact with the priests of the Holy League, but I don’t think they’ll meet the expectations.”

“It sounds like you are asking for a compromise even as a halfway assistant.”

“Not like that.”

Wei Ling shook her head.

Originally, Sir’s work, which was managing Dagda’s cauldron, was delayed as much as he had been to Russia.

The problem was that unlike other jobs, it was impossible to find a substitute for her vacant position.

Dagda’s Cauldron is a legendary item even for most Archwitches.

Even more so, only Shir could properly handle this magical tool that was created through the collaboration of Limon and Shir, and was far more powerful than the original one.

To be honest, I wasn’t able to fully deal with her yet, so I was researching it.

In that sense, Sir’s request for an assistant was natural.

As much as Li Qingyu knew the importance of it, he was giving the utmost consideration through Wei Ling.

“But please understand that it would be impossible to find an assistant in the Archwitch or adult class right now.”

One problem.

It was that the conditions of an assistant that Sir demanded were too high.

Whether it’s a great witch you don’t even know exists.

Whether it is an adult who is in charge of the core of each denomination.

Hiring them as mere assistants was difficult even for the Seven Dragons Group, which controls the world’s wealth.

“There is nothing you can do about it. At least that much is enough for you to be my assistant.”

“For that matter, I’ve heard that you only use birds and ghosts as your assistants.”

“Just because it’s a mere word doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

It sounds like you heard a funny joke.

It’s a bit of a laugh.

Shir said with a strange smile.

“But don’t ignore those children too much, Black Dragon Clan.”

“Surely each of them is half a child.”

“When we join forces instead…”

recalled the legendary archwitch.

God’s Day.

A phenomenon that started when She-ra possessed Yuna-kyung while running errands to make Dagda’s cauldron.

When I saw Yuna-kyung moaning about making it into a synthesis technology.

I really wanted to have fun.

It was also part of a light game to help make the Shinma Union as a spell.

But with the ghosts of adults.

A blue bird reincarnated as a human.

The result of the legendary great witch’s strength was…

“They are stronger than me.”

I don’t know if it’s depth or breadth.

If it’s just fighting with magic output, he doesn’t have the confidence to win against Yuna-kyung and She-ra, who have become one.

Wei Ling couldn’t help but put on a strange expression while watching Shir speak happily.

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A hymn to God.

Or statues of gods or saints, etc.

Since ancient times, art has been the most basic offering to offer to the gods, and that is why priests are bound to be proficient in art to some extent.

The most prominent of these characteristics was, of course, the Order of the Muse.

This is because, as befits a denomination that believes in the goddess of art, it was basic for a muse priest to be a first-class artist.

In that respect, Shera was unusual.

He loved art more than anyone else, had a deep faith, and even became an adult, but he had no artistic talent.

Playing, singing, dancing, and sculpting.

Shera, who couldn’t do everything properly, made a deep black violin after a longing to dedicate a beautiful performance to the muse.

After failing to perform beautifully even with the power of the curse, he committed suicide.

That han is deep and deep.

I was about to become a ghost when I died.

But even if she had no talent for art, she had a talent for magic.

During her lifetime, Shera made several attempts to overcome the limits of her talent with magic besides the dark violin.

and at this moment.

A magic that even Sir Cyr admired for being artistic.

Art Magic, created by a saint who was a rare genius in history and dedicated his life, was again revealing its power to the world.

“ar HaMakA.”

[A r hAmATa.]

Pereung!

The moment you cast your order.

A group of monsters that had been rushing at them in a vicious manner turned into graffiti again.

Kyaoooooo!

It’s like you suddenly fell into a second dimension.

Being flat was not enough, so the monsters, who had turned into scribbles on the feet of a child, tried to attack Shera as if venting their anger.

But that’s just the wishes of the monsters.

Legs as thin as thread.

oversized head.

A messed up torso, etc.

Their two-dimensional bodies, which were not even monsters and did not have the basic structure of living things, could not even run properly.

There were even monsters that broke their backs or broke their necks while trying to force themselves to run.

Besides, Shera’s art magic didn’t end there.

[Eeul RA.]

The cannonballs that flew in like rain turned into pieces of clay and crushed themselves in the air.

“KaIMNi T.”

The majestic resounding noise made the monsters who managed to avoid graffiti stumble.

[YaEls.]

And the monsters who forcibly danced to the noise vomited screams due to excessive movements.

The appearance of Shera standing up against thousands of boss monsters is truly one of a kind.

It was something that even a great witch or a saint would naturally admire.

“…It’s a very aesthetically pleasing sight.”

Aside from its majesty, the sight of noise, dance, and screams mixed together was reminiscent of living hell.

Shera didn’t like it.

It is familiar to hear that one’s art is avant-garde.

More than that, it made her happy that she could try art to her heart’s content, even if it was magic.

After becoming a ghost, of course.

Even in my lifetime, I hadn’t been able to handle Art Magic like this.

[AaaaKsyRa!]

But at this moment.

Shera was able to cast spells that she had only theoretically created and had never used before.

The master of magic that overflows with overflowing magic that Yuna-kyung sprinkles.

And the amplification of the aura created by the mixing of the spells of the witch and the priest.

Above all, after entering Yuna-kyung’s body.

A power that flows endlessly.

It allowed Shera to wield mysteriously enormous magical powers that surpassed her own in life.

“Those things…!”

Fast!

So it was.

Labyrinth had no choice but to grind her teeth.

It wasn’t just because he felt humiliated at seeing his monsters being toyed with by bluebirds and ghosts.

How can you wield such powerful magic?

She-ra and Yuna-kyung were able to notice the source of power that even they did not know.

‘How dare you steal and use the power of the Seven Arcs!’

Crude compared to the original.

Not even the right way.

But that’s definitely 『Descent of the Constellation』.

Even if it was a messy copy, it was essentially a method similar to the one they used in terms of using the power of the Seven Arcs.

Labyrinth, realizing this through the resonance of Faust’s quill, was enraged.

Regardless of how that is possible, imitating 『Advent of the Constellation』 by using a mere ghost as a substitute for a constellation.

As much as it took effort to complete this bowl, that clumsy imitation felt the most insulting.

‘If only my body had been fine, I would have taken care of it myself!’

Of course, imitation is imitation.

Compared to the proper 『Descent of the Constellation』, he was far from perfect, so if he was intact, he could have punished him, but…

he was injured.

I wouldn’t know if it was only monsters.

It was not to the extent that he could fight directly.

Even if she overpowered Shera, if the Golden Dragon Princess ran away in the meantime, there was no real story.

What if Princess Geumryong’s injury is shallower than expected, so what if you add strength to it?

On the contrary, you may be hurt yourself.

‘Damn it…!’

Labyrinth swallowed the curse.

If it was his usual personality, he would have left the assumptions and fought for once.

But now he had Faust’s quill.

Aside from dying himself, he couldn’t take such a gamble as long as there was a possibility that even Seven Arcs would be taken away.

If things go wrong, the other Constellations won’t let him go.

It was all the more so because I clearly remember what happened to the ‘worm that brings chaos’ right away.

So after hesitating and hesitating again.

Labyrinth made a decision.

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[Good!]

Shera uses all sorts of magic.

On top of that head, assisting with the spell in a spiritual form, Yuna-kyung sang joy.

To be honest, I had anxiety until the transformation.

Shinmahapil is an unfinished technology.

This is because not only was there a half-and-half chance of the merger succeeding, but even if it succeeded, the level of output would change from time to time.

That’s why Limon didn’t actively use Yuna-kyung and Shera as insurance only.

In that sense, the current situation was favorable.

It’s strangely resonating today, so it’s easier to deal with the monster army than expected.

The fact that Labyrinth didn’t show any signs of moving.

‘As expected, the wounds from the rich sister still remain…’

No matter how good my condition was, honestly, I didn’t have the confidence to go out to Labyrinth.

But what if it’s just a bunch of monsters?

‘I can escape with this!’

Yuna-kyung looked for an opportunity.

How long will it take to put the shallot on your back and bounce.

Until then, while calculating what magic to use to keep the monsters at bay and stop Labyrinth from intervening.

It was as if he had read her mind.

Shera also focused on causing chaos.

To bounce to the 99th floor whenever there is a gap.

If we do well like this…

No, if the worst doesn’t happen, it’s possible to escape the dungeon.

At least Yuna-kyung judged that way.

cooong!

…Immediately after hearing a heavy roar from somewhere.

Until she sees a bloody vortex extending straight towards them as she penetrates the army of monsters in chaos with Shera’s magic.

[A AJot!]

“AzoT…!”

That moment.

Yuna-kyung and She-ra reacted swiftly.

Originally, the magic that had been carefully prepared to be used at the moment of escape was generously unfolded.

The world turns into a canvas.

The air is forcibly warped.

Seven colors of light dye all things.

The spell, which maximized the magic power obtained by offering Limon’s hair as a sacrifice, was truly phenomenal.

It was a miraculous realization that completely changed the world and drew it as desired.

Quaang!

However, the moment it collided with the two-handed greatsword that came out of the bloody vortex.

The spell created by that mighty magical power shattered like an eggshell.

It was a natural result.

It is the power that can break even the tenth season.

It wasn’t a level that could be handled even with the magic amplified by the fusion of gods and demons.

Fortunately, Yuna-kyung broke into a cold sweat on top of She-ra’s head, who hurriedly spread the distance by spreading her wings and flying up.

‘…It’s the worst.’

I’d rather fight Labyrinth.

If it was now that the gods and demons had been united, it would have been possible to endure even if not win.

But now I didn’t even have the confidence to buy time.

Because it was the worst opponent she could imagine that appeared while crushing monsters like bugs.

The monster with the two-handed sword that took down Charlotte… and

as far as she knows.

Because he was the absolute of the true absolutes that only one person in the world could deal with.

‘If the team leader doesn’t come soon, I’ll die again!’