80-80 St. Misra (1/2)

Black Lightning.

After returning to his original body after a long time and performing one of the best magic he could, the being who made many people call him ”St. Mithra” ──── in fact, the being who used to be called ”Mithra” had a big question.

──── Funny.

This can't be right.

You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the best results.

You can't be the only one.

So why is it that the other person (small thing) is still alive after I unleashed it?

This is a supreme blow that once reached even a being called a god. Once activated, it could not accept any counterattack or defense, and was almost invincible. A technique that was almost invincible.

The moment you unleashed it, you could destroy any opponent.

And yet.

So why ────

”Palii.

Why is it being repelled by a single, thin sword?

That's impossible.

The man in front of me was using his sword to catch a lightning strike that was being fired at the same speed as light,────, forcing it to fly away.

With the power of that little thing?

It can't be.

What the hell is going on here?

That was a blow that made a hole in the ground that stretched to the horizon.

How can it be repelled like that so easily?

This can't happen. ──── No, it can't.

Admit it.

The man standing in front of you right now.

That's still not right. It's an abnormal existence (thing) that I can't even understand with the knowledge I've accumulated over tens of thousands of years. It's hard to believe, but everything I've seen so far tells the truth.

We have to admit it.

It's an unknown threat.

Mithra suppressed the intense feeling of discomfort with his mind and continued to observe the phenomena occurring in front of him.

Then, after firing the black lightning several times, Mithra came to an insight.

I don't know what the logic is yet.

But it seems that if the lightning strikes that shabby black sword, it will change the trajectory of magic in a strange way.

If you're looking for ────, there's a good way to do it.

I'm not sure what to do.

Mithra then created the highest level of destructive magic ──── that he could produce, a reddish-black flame that would burn through everything.

It's a scorching eternal fire that has enough heat to vaporize even iron in an instant. This time, Mithra spared no effort to use the magic that he had planned to keep for thousands of years, and covered the space as far as the eye could see.

It was the most destructive trump card of his many moves.

It was consuming.

But we can no longer afford to be reluctant in this situation.

Mithra once burned several nations and destroyed several continents in an instant with this.

He's an extraordinary being.

But a weak man is no match for this.

It's powerful enough to endanger itself if exposed.

So it's only natural that you were able to defeat it.

Two people are nothing.

You don't even need to check, they'd be ashes in an instant.

──── That's what I thought.

That's what was supposed to happen.

There can be no exceptions.

If it hadn't once been sealed in stone by the cowardly machinations of the little ones, it could have destroyed everything on earth. Mithra had spent so much time here thinking about it.

──── As long as the conditions are right to use it, I can't lose.

It's the best of the best, the one you can trust.

This was the [Black Flame].

It's ────.

And yet...

”Parii.

──── Why isn't that man burned to the ground?

Why didn't he just turn to ashes?

And why does he keep coming at us?

Why doesn't he just shake off the flames with his sword?

Everything is wrong.

This can't be happening.

That man is still coming straight at us, his body scorched.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

──── inexhaustible, resilient.

How can you do that?

What the hell is going on?

Who is that man?

It's more than just an anomaly.

What the hell is ──── that monster doing here?

...... No, calm down.

It's not just that man.

It's the woman.

──── Astira the half-elf woman.

She's tempering the flames and helping the man heal. We've been trapped here for 200 years. She still has that kind of power.

I thought I valued her blood and body, but I must have been wrong.

Mithra took stock of the situation again, thinking surprisingly. There's no way to fake it anymore.

The ──── power is not enough.

I'm wasting away.

He felt that his body would not last much longer.

I've been trapped here for 20,000 years.

I've destroyed the mechanism that siphons off my power and returns it to the labyrinth, but by then I've spent so much time in the labyrinth that I've become too decrepit.

I have at most 10,000 years left ......, or even a few thousand years at worst.

The body has deteriorated beyond imagination.

────, but still.

We will not be outdone by those smaller beings.

We are on a different plane of existence than they are.

We have far more knowledge, technology, and physical structure than they do.

Burying those two is no problem.

With a little effort, we can easily subdue them.

It was supposed to be.

Why ────?

”Parry.

Mithra couldn't believe his eyes as the scene unfolded before him.

──── Impossible.

It's not just flames that are shooting out of Mithra's hands right now.

The more powerful the wards are, the more likely they are to be created.

The stronger the wards are created, the stronger they become.

The body of the half-elf he was using outside could also create wards that were hundreds of times stronger than those of normal individuals, but this body could not compare.

The path to the core of the labyrinth was covered with a protective ward created by the half-elf's body at its maximum output, but Mithra continues to create dozens of far superior wards in the blink of an eye.

It's no longer an excessive amount of ”absolute protection wards”.

It was impossible for me to be so defensive. Now, Mithra was surrounded by a dazzling armor of wards that could be called a fortress of blue light.

Naturally, if her defenses were fortified to this extent, no attack would be able to reach her. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

I'm not sure what to say. How can he smash it so easily?

The man keeps moving forward, his body scorched by the eternal fire, and has already broken thousands of wards.

The momentum is unstoppable.

──── Unbelievable.

It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time.

Before she had time to generate the next layer, hundreds of wards were struck by the black sword in the hand of the person in front of her, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

What is it? Who is that man?

He's making everything crazy.

Why does that thing even exist?

──── No, no. That's not all.

I overlooked it.

Why didn't I see it before?

That man is crazy, but ──── that sword.

That sword was the problem.

Really, why didn't I notice it before?

──── That ”black sword”.

It must have been unearthed from the depths of the Labyrinth of No Return and owned by the King of Fools (King Crace).

I knew that it was probably the world's greatest relic.

The Labyrinth of No Return is supposed to contain powerful beings just like himself.

So, naturally, I had my eye on the burial accessories, thinking that they must be the best of their time. ────.

I was completely wrong.