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To a wizard, tower is a symbolic word.
When wizards talk about their own growth, they express it as building a tower, and they often explain their magic by comparing it to a tower. Moreover, considering that the enlightenment of truth, the long-standing wish of wizards, is also a process of building a tower and ascending to the sky, the wizard and the tower must have an inseparable relationship.
Demon (魔), and pagoda (塔).
A tower made by stacking your own demons, a magic tower.
Therefore, such a magic tower could finally become a word that symbolizes the wizard himself. A tower built within oneself. A tower built in your own way. Such a magic tower is truly the path that wizards walk and their lives.
Boom, boom, boom!
so that.
Coo!
Now that he has revealed all 37 magic towers he has, it is as if Raniel has revealed his life. The 37 towers crashing down into the vast wilderness are Raniel’s full strength and her best. Raniel slowly walked her steps as the 37 towers cast their shadows over the wilderness.
Charrrrrrrrrrr!
Raniel stood on the platinum-colored chain that connected tower to tower like a spider web. The tower’s shadow was not affected by the star’s height or altitude. The shadows of the tower gathered at the center, as if they existed in another world unfettered by providence.
“The sword of death, Ganicalt.”
The center of the tower.
Where 37 shadows intersect.
“Ganikalt van Galatric.”
Looking down at Ganicalt standing there, Raniel opened his mouth. The moment she opened her mouth, Ghani Kalt’s eyes narrowed. Because she had her scales rising between her and herself.
“I am a warrior, and at the same time, I stand here as a successor to the contract you made in the past.”
What the starlight shining from the scales illuminates is a contract made in the past. But the starlight did not only illuminate Ganichalt. The starlight points to Raniel van Trias.
“Welcome the person the contract indicates.”
After the contract.
There is no way the sword of death would not know the meaning of those words. What escapes through the half-broken helmet is the sound of Ganicalt van Galatric’s laughter. The laughter he shed was light, but it was not scattered lightly.
“is it.”
The old hero saw the current hero.
“Belial, Gleria, it’s my turn next.”
In the wizard who defeated one disaster after another and arrived in front of him, Ganicalt saw the image of his old colleague. Thinking of a gray elf, Gani Kalt slowly raised his sword.
“···I’m sorry.”
Ganicalt stopped raising his sword.
At Raniel’s words, Ganicalt stopped his sword and glared at Raniel. As if asking what the true meaning of what he just said was.
“I wanted to give you the best ending you could hope for, but regardless of the situation… that became difficult.”
Originally, it should have been Lark who was standing here, not Raniel himself. He had to be the young man and swordsman who followed the will of Grace, Ganicalt’s only disciple.
“Maybe I’ll end up dealing with you in a way you don’t want to.”
37 magic towers.
In the past, just as the Goddess of Ash cornered Ganicalt with six magic towers, Raniel will also use a similar method. Of course, the shape and size of the magic tower possessed by the Goddess of Ash and the tower possessed by Raniel are different, so the strategies will also be different…
“It’s a shame I’m not a prosecutor in times like this.”
It would not be a very honorable way to deal with a proud prosecutor. The fair confrontation between prosecutors and prosecutors that Ganicalt hoped for will not take place. Knowing that fact, Raniel smiled bitterly.
“So, I have to apologize to you…”
“Does not matter.”
Ganicalt cut off her words.
He moved the sword that had been stopped for a moment again. The place where the tip of his moving sword stops is Raniel’s neck.
“I am Ganicalt, the sword of death.”
Not a hero, but a disaster.
“It is a disaster that threatens humanity, and it is an ordeal that you must overcome. There is no right or wrong way to deal with such a disaster.”
The sword of death, Ganicalt said.
“You can use whatever you can.”
That’s a story he once told.
“Use starlight. Use magic. Get help from your colleagues. It doesn’t matter what it is. Pour out everything you have in this place. Do that. A disaster is something that must be prevented at all costs.”
He said, holding the sword with his human arm.
“If it’s all done of your own will.”
The first hero declared.
“All of that is correct.”
“···It’s you.”
There are no more words exchanged.
Raniel suppressed his laughter and let out a long breath. Really, this is something a proud prosecutor would tell. She stroked my face with one hand, and with the other hand stretched out and touched her middle finger and thumb.
Ignite.
Just, a sound that resonates.
The moment she snaps her fingers, the sparks that should be flying between them are everywhere. What responded to the spell was a completely different object.
···Ignition, a spell to light a fire.
A spell that ignites the fuse and creates the starting point of a huge flame. Therefore, over the years, this spell has come to be regarded by magicians as having the same meaning as ‘start’ or ‘beginning’.
Tiddididididididdididiki!
Even though the fire was not burning, the sound of the fire burning echoed throughout the wilderness. The source of the resounding sound is the thirty-seven towers that stand tall in the wilderness. 37 towers vibrated simultaneously. It resonated with a single flame.
Kiiiiiiiing!
The tower resonates and begins to blink violently.
The shadows cast on the wilderness were instantly lifted by the light coming from the tower. What is thus created is a space just for Raniel van Trias.
Talent, Gigigigeek, Gigigigigeek.
Space twists around the tower stuck in the ground. Twisted space and space resonate. In this way, the space around where the tower is built is transformed into a completely different world where neither starlight, shade, nor providence can reach.
The magic tower has started.
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Kalt gritted his teeth and stood up, looking at the powerful light emitted from the magic tower. Kalt let out a long breath as he adjusted the twisted bone and poured the potion into his mouth.
“Whoa…”
That place, covered by 37 magic towers, is a completely isolated space. Since Kalt had already heard about the identity of those towers from Raniel, he had a vague understanding of what the space lined up with those towers was like.
‘···Wizards’ workshop, their home, their fortress.’
A story written in Hound’s educational book.
Kalt clearly remembers the page that warned him never to deal with them in the wizard’s space and described how difficult and dangerous they would be in his own fortress.
What Raniel has unfolded now is something superior… far beyond the concept of the wizards’ ‘fortress’ written on that page.
A strategy that only she who is close to the truth can carry out. By twisting the space around her around her tower, she creates her own space. Resty, the gray magic tower lord who was listening to the story together, definitely said this.
“Is this what you meant by reaching the divine level?”
she said In that space isolated from reality with 37 towers, Raniel will truly become a wizard who has reached the level of a god. Even Resty, who had reached the level of a superhuman, expressed his dismay, as if he could not imagine the scale of it.
“Anyway.”
Kalt laughed and relaxed his body with a thud.
“I thought you were joking that you had the financial resources to build dozens of magic towers…”
Was that real?
Kalt clicked his tongue as he looked at the 37 towers that stood tall, almost reaching the sky. So, if I survive here, one of those towers will be mine, right?
‘I will definitely survive, I will definitely survive.’
For the first time in a while, I feel like working.
They say the best motivator is reward? Indeed, it is as it is said. Kalt laughed as he kicked off the ground and ran towards the space where the towers were lined up. The moment Kalt grabbed the chain that protruded from the outside of the tower with a clang sound, his body was suddenly sucked into the space.
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Thousands and tens of thousands of chains connecting tower to tower.
Raniel began to walk along the chain that stretched out like a spider’s web. At first, it was a light, thumping step, but as the numbers increased, one, two, three, it became a sprint instead of a walk.
Charrrrrrrrrrr!
As soon as the chain swayed, Raniel’s new form disappeared in an instant. Her movements, which add acceleration to acceleration, would be difficult to follow with the naked eye, even if she were a superhuman.
Sreung.
The sword held by Ganicalt moved precisely along Raniel at a slow speed. Ganicalt’s sword was already aimed in the direction in which Raniel would move. The chain fluttered loudly and the moment Ran El swung his arm, Gani Kalt’s sword also swung.
However, the quiet grinding sound that always resonated is not heard. What resonates as if in place of that sound is kagagagakan! The sound of a chain breaking.
The chains draped like spiderwebs became a net and captured Ganicalt’s sword energy. Even if it breaks and breaks, it never lets go of the sword energy. Then, he twisted the direction of the sword and threw it to the ground.
Chaaaaaaaaaaa!
Sword energy clawed at the ground like a whip, raising dust, and light flashed within the dust. What bursts out along with the light is a huge amount of mana.
Cataclysm.
Rebuild.
Graviton.
The overlapping upper orders hit the ground. The ground caves in, the terrain distorts, and the ground begins to crack under the pressure of gravity. A huge pressure engulfed Ganicalt, but Ganicalt’s blade still moved at the same speed.
Tick, tidididdik.
The speed at which the blade moves is the speed at which the spell is torn apart. The gravitational field surrounding Ganicalt disappears, and the moment the tip of the sword touches the ground that was shaking noisily, the ground becomes flat. Even in a world that is shaken, Ganikalt maintains tranquility where he stands.
However, that doesn’t last long either.
Kiiiiing!
The spells that were thought to be torn are stitched together.
Spells that would have been cut and disappeared appear again as if time has been rewound. Several layers of overlapping spells shake the ground ceaselessly. Kugugugugung, the ground rising with a sound broke Ganikalt’s balance.
The ground rises. Balance is lost. There was no place to step. The moment Ganicalt’s body leaned into the hollow ground, a shower of chains wrapped around Ganicalt.
Flashing.
Immediately after, a flash of light struck the area. What comes with the flash of light is an enormous amount of heat. If you look at the sky while chained, the sun is there. The thirty-seven suns that rose as if symbolizing the pillars of the tower fell all at once.
It’s not just the sun that’s falling.
The highest order, Flare.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands of hot wires.
Highest order, Ignis.
37 blue lightning spears lined up.
The highest order, Tear.
A 37-pronged storm swirling around.
Thus, a total of three highest-ranking spells fall along with the sun. The magic tower owner in charge of one magic tower compiles calculations for a long time, and the highest level spells that can be completed only with assistance are displayed at the same time… and in an overlapping manner.
Only by the hand of one human being.
The storm, the spear of lightning, the heat ray, the sun.
A torrent of spells that could devastate the entire area with just one spell were fired at a single target.
“······.”
And, Ganicalt.
He is not disturbed at all in the face of the torrent of spells aimed at him. He gave his hand a light squeeze. The chains that bound him were broken. Soaring ground. Disturbed land. Ghani Kalt lowered the tip of his sword and raised it diagonally toward the sky in a half-moon pattern.
Squeak.
All of the raised ground is cut off.
The cut ground was about to transform, but before that, Ganicalt stepped onto the ground. He groaned and put his foot down. The ground shakes again… but even on the shaking ground, Ganicalt does not shake.
Lower the sword that was raised again.
Sweeping the black ground that fell down, it rises again.
The two sword strikes are completed in a split second. All of these actions take only 1 second. Immediately after, with a quiet cutting sound, Ka-ga-ga-ga-gang! The sound of a chain breaking rang out later.
Throwing in.
All 37 suns that fell from the sky were cut off. The spear of lightning, which had compressed the lightning to its limit, remained and dispersed. The storm that tore apart everything it touched became a breeze and became disheveled. Spells whose foundations have been cut are bound to scatter without maintaining their form.
And, Raniel also knew that fact.
‘I never thought I’d reach it from the beginning.’
The mana that had been scattered after being cut off all at once gathers in one place. Ganicalt’s sword cut through the ground and headed towards the place where mana was gathering. There is Raniel, kicking off her chains and running towards her.
Kiiiiing!
A remnant of mana created by the highest level of stacked spells.
Raniel’s fist, which had gathered and grabbed all the remnants that were originally supposed to be scattered, blinked violently. Accelerate, and accelerate. Raniel continued to accelerate and sprinted towards Gani Kalt with his fists clenched.
Charuk!
Raniel stepped on the chain roughly.
It is a signal. At the signal transmitted to the tower through the spider web, two of the thirty-seven towers shone brightly for a moment.
Flashing.
With a flash of light, the two towers, which had spewed out all the spells stored in them in an instant, went out with a thud. What is the purpose of the spells built into the Magic Tower?
Ku, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo.
This is precisely for this purpose.
Cataclysm, gravitational field, reconstruction. All the spells built into the two magic towers were thrown into the ground where earth-shaking spells had accumulated. There are two overlapping spells.
Gravity reversal, and turbulence.
The ground where the two spells were embedded shook and then collapsed. The ground, split into several branches, rose into the sky, pulled by the reversed gravity. Just as heaven and earth were turned upside down, everything in the area was turned upside down. The same goes for Ganicalt, who was standing with his feet on the ground.
Raniel stepped on the chain and sprinted towards Ganicalt, who was thrown into the sky. It is for this reason that from the beginning he did not set foot on the ground.
Kiiiiing!
Raniel’s clenched fist blinked violently.
What she is holding in her hands right now is a torrent of mana that far exceeds the amount of mana she can personally hold. Mana accumulated by Raniel over a long period of time using 37 magic towers as storage.
Convert that mana into a single spell.
If you hit this spell, which will appear without warning, from close range, you will be able to inflict significant damage. This is the moment when Raniel steps on his chains and leaps towards Ganikhalt.
···It would have definitely turned the ground upside down.
It would have collapsed the ground that formed the axis of the swordsman, flipped it over, and upset its balance. There would be no ground to stand on. So, my posture would have had to break down.
“······!”
The moment he saw Ganicalt upside down in the air, Raniel’s senses rang an alarm. Even though it is clearly turned over, and despite not stepping on anything, Ganicalt’s sword is still calm even among the shaking things.
The sword he holds is the center.
A straight sword is an axis.
Whether the earth is turned over or heaven and earth are mixed, the moment he holds the sword… the world is rewritten around the sword he holds. Even if this is a space just for Raniel, that fact does not change.
Galatric type, formless.
Obviously, he was the one who stood upright, but for a moment, Raniel felt as if he had been turned upside down. Everything was rearranged around Ganicalt’s sword.
Reverse heaven.
The earth and sky that had been turned over were turned over once again.
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