Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 32: Not So Invincible, Part 4
Reinhart understood that the purple flames covering his enemy's body and weapons were different from all the flames he had ever faced. The fire radiates heat like a normal fire, but not too hot. It was also not a black flame that did not radiate the heat that gave off excruciating pain. At first glance it looks weak. However, Reinhart's instincts were sharp. He had a bad feeling if the fire got to him.
Fortunately, Rodolf was slow. Reinhart was already experienced in dealing with teleportation users who were better than him; rodolf's speed would not be able to keep up. Moreover, he was also a sensory magic user. So, before the sharp blade of the purple flame-plated sword reached him, the commander had lowered his head to dodge.
Reinhart coated her body with a thick mana, trying to protect her body from the flames. Black flames would gobble up mana, but it was not black flames. It won't burn mana. Assuming this, the retired cassanova man teleported to the saint and tried to land a blow.
Rodolf Vlasenki was certainly not a saint yesterday afternoon. He's not too fast, but his instincts are laughable. More than that, he had a total of three magic: [Purple Flame Magic], [Clone Magic], and [Explosion Magic]. Thus, finding his target had appeared suddenly on it (and he was unable to fend off), the saint spontaneously blew up the area around him.
[Sensory Magic] Reinhart's control is still not up to the level where he can find out what magic others have. However, the upheaval of mana was very clearly felt by him. Therefore, before the explosion swallowed everything around Rodolf, Reinhart had again teleported.
He landed a dozen meters from the point where the saint stood. Reinhart wants to attack again and take advantage of the puff of smoke and dust caused by the explosion. However, he suddenly flinched as his sensors sensed the presence of powerful individuals at a distance of nearly two kilometers to the north. Individuals with mana capacities that were even greater than Alforalis were getting closer.
“I want to give you a chance to fight,” Reinhart said seriously as the dust cleared and Rodolf returned to sight. “But,” his fingers while uniting the two palms—once bring up two layers of blue magic circle. “More troublesome opponents are approaching here. So, I'll end this quickly.”
“...You imply you can finish me off quickly? You're too big a head, Fourth Commander.”
Accompanying the angry expression on Rodolf's face, dozens of magic circles manifested on his right and left. From within the magic circle came out figures identical to the saint. In total there were already 76 clones of his on both sides.
“...Prepare yourself.”
Snorting, Rodolf deployed all his clones to dart forward. It did not have [Clone Explosion Magic], but it could combine [Clone Magic] and [Explosion Magic] to create an effect similar to [Clone Explosion Magic]. He will shut down the commander in an explosive field.
“Death and membu—ugh!”
“The thing I am most worried about is not my teleportation ability,” whispered Reinhart who had landed a fist on the stomach of the saint, “but a fighting ability that could cut off blood flow.”
The pain in Rodolf's stomach was so pronounced, he even lost concentration. His clones exploded before he gave the order.
“You will die.”
Right after that, Rodolf became the moons of the Fourth Commander. His instincts were very sharp, indeed, but Reinhart was faster than the sharpness of the saint's instring. And, as soon as the two laps of the blue magic circle disappeared, Rodolf lay with almost 94 percent of the blood vessels ruptured due to the blood that made him bulge. Blood came out of every hole in the body of the saint. His skin darkens.
Reinhart did not directly assist Dermyus and the others in confronting the Knights Templar. He trusted his soldiers and all of them to overcome the barbarians in the guise of knights. The commander's gaze focused forward, on the silhouette of an individual who began to be seen at the end there. He also found small dots that were many in number a little far behind the silhouette. The additional forces of the Knights Templar have arrived.
One, two, three…. Reinhart calculated inwardly as his eyes did not move from the owner of that great capacity. The woman was originally fast, fixed on the count of seventh she increased speed significantly. And, before Reinhart's count reached ten, he was forced to jump away when suddenly a three-meter-tall teddy bear fell from above.
Buuum!
However, Reinhart did not see the owner of the huge capacity anywhere. His eyes until squeaking, but he's not—
“…!”
Along with Reinhart who allowed a shocked look toward the center of the battle, the individual who possessed such a large capacity did the same as a teddy bear. The bang happened right in the middle of there.
However, Reinhart did not have time to think any further. The giant bear puppet had already darted against him. For his large size, he was quick. Real quick. Reinhart even had to teleport to simply dodge. However, as if he could see the future, the bear had already darted to where it was after he teleported.
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The battle came to a halt instantly as the bang occurred, the two camps were again separated to either side.
As soon as the billowing dust disappeared, it was seen who the perpetrator who had forcibly made the battle stop.
It stands 170 centimeters tall facing the Imperial Army and New World Order forces. His long grayish brown hair was blowing to and fro due to the gusts of wind that hit. Her face was gorgeous charming, a doll-like perfectly made. His expression was innocent, as if without sin. He wore the same uniform as the Knights Templar in general, but the armor that wrapped his body was different.
Bedivere Luminia wears a thin adamantite armor that protects only the chest, abdomen (right, left, and front), shoulders, and thighs only. The armour section is connected by a tight knitted adamantite chain. He doesn't have a gun on his body, and he doesn't need a gun. His favorite fat bear was the saint's weapon.
The Templar Knights who realized who had come instantly rejoiced. On the contrary, the enemy forces who realized who the angelic woman before them was instantly on full alert.
Regardless of the reaction of the two armies, Bedivere fused the palms together and filled his lungs with air. A super-massive-sized dark purple magic circle manifested filling the glow room of the enemy soldiers. Their three leaders urged everyone to stay away or prepare a protective spell, but Bedivere paid no heed to their reactions.
When the composition of the air that filled his lungs finished he set, the saint spouted it while leaning forward.
Instantly, a dark black wind came out like a flame from Bedivere's mouth.
The super massive dark purple magic circle reacted with a burst of wind that was a hundred percent poison. Dark purple smoke gushed out from every part of the magic circle. As soon as the dark black wind disappeared into the smoke, instantly the smoke turned blackish red and moved wildly as if being blown away by the immense pressure from all directions.
The blackish-red smoke enveloped the area a kilometre in front of Bedivere for almost a minute. Then all the smoke disappeared just after the super massive dark purple magic circle disappeared.
…Besides the withered grass blackened and then decayed into black shale, there was no one inside the one kilometer poisonous area.
“Ah, Fourth Commander Reinhart and his teleportation.