221 220. The Demon King of the Sky.txt (1/2)

The world collapsed, and the 'ordeal' of 'The One Who Steals the Wind's Reason' had begun.

Confused by the erratic gravity, I manage to jump from rubble to rubble. But I'm being chased by a load of ”The One Who Stole the Theory of the Wind”. Unlike me, who is limited in where she can move, she can use her wings to move freely.

Even if we continue to play tag, we'll be cornered at some point. Before that, I try to hide behind the rubble, trying to get out of Lord's sight once. However, Lord's fist strikes the rubble without hesitation.

''Get out of the way--!

The rubble, which was the mass of a house, was crushed as lightly as a biscuit. The speed of my fist is so fast that I can only hear a light sound with a thump, but the sight I see is tremendous.

The shattered pieces turn into a rain of stones and strike as a scattering of bullets.

I quickly slash away the stone scatterings with my sword, but several unavoidable scatterings hurt my body. It's a pain that resonates to the bone in places.

''Ugh!

She tried to find some ground advantage, but it was still fifty layers here. No matter how she scrambled, it seems to be only to her advantage.

''Ah, ah, oh my god--!　I'm hiding in the background...!

But the Lord, who is receiving the benefit, doesn't seem to think so.

The 'price' of 'chanting' and the excitement of battle is making her head hot to the limit.

Unable to make a calm decision, the Lord, frustrated by his untrapped prey, switches from close combat to long-range combat.

He flapped his wings and took a few hundred meters in just one breath.

''Hyu, hyu!　Hee, hah, hah!　'Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!'!

And at the same time as the chanting, Midori's magic circle floated in the sky.

As Lord's chanting accelerated, that magic circle became huge. The wings on her back also spread out together, and a lot of feathers shining on Midori scattered. It was as if a green magical snow (Tear Ray) was falling.

''Accelerate and shatter,'' ''Every fragment of petals becomes wind!　--Magic Bullets (Flyshooting), ”Winding Arrow, Fall Flowers (Fall Flowers), aaaaah!

Then the magic of the bullets was declared.

At the same time, the magic circle that had been spread out scattered. All of the green lines of the magic circle that had been drawn in the sky above disintegrated (disintegrated), and they became countless dots.

The Dimension correctly understood its meaning.

Those countless dots - they were all 《Wind Arrow》.

The arrows of the wind (Wind Arrows) were about to fall like rain.

''Kook!

I'll be trying to get out of that rain range soon.

I'm not as fast as Lord, but even I'm confident in my speed. I kick the debris and move away in one leap.

Shortly thereafter, a rain of wind arrows pierces the spot I was at just a moment ago, and the debris scaffolding becomes a beehive.

I check it out from a distance and take a breath. But that breath is interrupted when I see the mouth of the flying Lord hang up in the distance.

--The Dimension catches all of the rain of wind arrows that pierced the rubble and snapped far below.

The rain of arrows that should have fallen to the abyss has bent the trajectory of its fall and is coming towards us.

''No way--!

Immediately I kick the debris again and jump.

I try to escape from the oncoming wind arrows by changing my direction of escape several times and running through the rubble and debris like a ricocheting bullet. But the arrows of wind continue to chase me, changing their trajectory as if they were alive.

If this continues, I will be turned into a beehive just like the debris ahead.

''--《Dimension Decisive Operation (Gradiate)!

Preparing myself, I stand on top of one of the debris and hold my sword.

Naturally, the moment I stop walking - a rain of wind arrows hits me.

My head, which is processing the information from the Dimension, boils with heat from the countless dots of green that are approaching me.

However, with my current 'swordsmanship', I should be able to handle it.

I can feel the power that had fallen during the Palinclone battle returning to my body. No, should I say that the uncomfortable feeling that was created by the loss of the Yangtaki magic stone has disappeared and my actual battle instincts have returned.

It was only a few seconds or so, but thanks to the sword fight with the 'Demon King', I can see that my 'Sword Art' has grown to its highest ever value.

''This, at least--!

I poured my magic power into the Dimension Decisive Operation (Gradient), sharpening my perceptions and thoughts and prolonging my experience time. The understanding of the essence of dimensional magic has advanced, and the Gradient is on the verge of reaching a new realm.

--The world moves slowly.

This is the new realm of the Dimension Decisive Operations (Gradiate). It was as if he could see all the trajectories.

The Dimension Decisive Calculator will allow you to see all the numbers in your mind.

The number of wind arrows in front of me is three hundred and forty-four - the one that is likely to land on me is fifty-four - and the other two hundred and ninety are changing their trajectories and attacking from behind! -- we know the distance of all the bullets -- so we can calculate the time of impact of all the bullets -- so what would be the optimal way to swing the sword?

The skill 'Sensitivity' answers the question immediately, and the skill 'Swordsmanship' makes its absurd answer come true.

The rain of wind arrows that attacked him - first, he slashed off the most recent arrow, then he slashed off the arrow from right beside him without losing the momentum of his sword, and then he slashed off the third one as well. Those three sword flashes created a gap in the rain of arrows.

He swung his sword to slash away another arrow while sneaking his body into that gap.

By swinging the optimal sword and moving his body optimally as well, he wasted no time in slashing and slashing and slashing away - slashing away hundreds of wind arrows.

At the end of it all, he manages to cut through a rain of wind arrows. However, there are still more arrows left that were not slashed away. Those wind arrows change their trajectory and attack again -- so I keep slashing and slashing and slashing and slashing -- again and again, while jumping backwards again.

--and after a few seconds, only I was left unharmed, and the countless wind arrows (wind arrows) were all dissipated by the swords.

''Nah, nah!　I paid for everything--?

Everything is dealt with by the sword and Lord is surprised.

'You can afford ......!

I'm a little surprised too.

But after staring at my sword in my hand, I declared bullishly for now.

I know that the longer the battle lasts, the more advantageous it will be for me. Still, I thought it was strange.

Now I was paying off the arrows with a terrifyingly sharp reading at a speed of thought that could really be called arithmetic. It was as if I was approaching the known future - so much so that I felt a sense of déjà vu from the rain of arrows that fell.

Gazing at the magic that filled this space, I let out a small word.

'Could it be (・・・・・) ......'

This wasn't a dimension-graduation operation.

Hey, then!　You won't be able to dodge them, not until you've used your magic.　You'll regret letting your mistress use this--!

With the wind arrows blocked, the Lord tries to build his next magic without faltering.

Perhaps it's because of the too dense magic that is being condensed, but it becomes a spectacle that seems to generate a new star in the universe. As usual, all of the magic is still bullshit and a big one.

The Lord glares at me, hoping that the next one will be the one.

'The next magic is the magic we've concocted to fight the world!　The target of that attack is the world itself!　The last time I used it lightly, my own troops were pissed at me, but here, I can go all out!　Wherever you are, wherever you are, wherever you hide, this is the end!　Oh, that's it!　Don't hold a grudge, it's Vortex Wave's fault for blocking my WIND ARROW!

After those words, the Lord took flight.

They are further away from each other.

That means that the next magic can't be as powerful as it should be in the space of a few hundred meters. I can see that the next magic target is the world itself, and I'm not bluffing.

Wrapped in green wings, upward and upward, the Lord flies high into the heavens as if he were falling.

Magic and air rub against each other, and the heat of friction draws a blue-white line through space.

It's a terrifying speed. The speed and magic power no longer exists any more - but even so, the Lord still 'chants' as if it's not enough.

While flying, he utters that chant again--.

''- ''Mistress (strawberry) accelerates,'' ''Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate''!

It is still too late, he repeats the word ”accelerate”.

Then, while scraping magic from all of the world, the Lord becomes a star.

To the naked eye, they are no longer visible as dots.

The green star continues to shine and rise while chanting.

Through the Chanting, the Lord cries out about the meaninglessness of his life, chipping away at his soul and becoming lighter and lighter in every direction.

The star that shines everywhere and nowhere is the very king of the heavens that everyone craves for.

The king is beautiful as he flies high into the sky without a shred of his strength.

Though beautiful--......, the

'Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!'　''Ah,'' ''I am the soul that runs through this abyss--!

--that figure is too ephemeral.

If we continue to cut off everything for acceleration and further acceleration, not only our hearts, but also our lives and souls will be broken.

I can't watch and almost urge him to stop.

'Lord!　That 'chanting' is already--!

Naturally, that voice is not heard.

It's too far away, physically and psychologically, to be heard.

That's why I'm willing to 'govern king'.

' -- 'Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate.' --!

Only I, who can use Dimension, can hear the chanting.

I can see the Lord's heart being whittled away, unraveled, turned into the wind, and melting into the world.

I can see it proving that selling oneself by cutting oneself off is the essence of being a king.

Finally, the Lord stops flying.

There is no more debris of Vyasia in her floating realm. It's too far away, and only emptiness prevails. Looking at the green yuan floating in that black sky with 《Dimension》 - I am horrified by the Lord's too horrible expression and figure.

The magic power that was too much for the body to contain due to the ”chanting” was erupting from the shoulders, elbows, hips, back of the knees and ankles. Perhaps that's why it looks as if it has multiple green wings.

And his long, jewel-like (emerald) hair shimmers, reflecting the magical light from his body. The sight of Midori's hair dancing around bewitchingly like a monstrous tentacle was debauched and beautiful and lewd.

Just as with the earlier arrow rain, a magic circle of geometric patterns was drawn on the black paint. Of course, it's a completely different formation than the previous one. First of all, the order of magnitude of its size is different.

It is no longer a huge magic circle, even larger than a star. And it's not a magic circle to scatter and become an arrow.

Tonto, the Lord puts his foot on it.

The magic circle was used as a foothold (...).