Knight with Wand

"That looks different from Pilieno's metal wand. It seems to be made of wood."

"How much does he rely on that wand to cast magic?"

"We can only try to destroy his weapon."

"This is the only chance."

"Can you use the rune sword to fly further?"

"Don't let him notice your purpose. Give me the sword and I'll help you create an opportunity."

The golden light of the one-eyed magic pattern on his forehead was shining brightly, and Corvis's handsome face looked a little ferocious at the moment.

Seizing this opportunity that was fleeting in less than half a second, the boy released his magic power with all his strength without reservation.

The excessive mana drove the light sword thrown into the dark by Leon, and chopped at the top of the wizard's wand from behind at an unparalleled speed.

——Clang!

The moment the high-speed rotating blade touched the red ruby, it made a crisp sound, and the sword tip was deeply embedded in the branches surrounding the ruby.

The huge force knocked the wand in Amon's hand crooked and almost slipped out of his hand.

A raging fire suddenly erupted from the cracks, and terrible cracks spread across the gemstone.

The magic pathway preset in the staff was suddenly blocked, and the "Snake of the Body" and "Rodoa Wall" spells intersected and collided in confusion.

!!! ! Corvis——!!!

Amon yelled in shock and anger in his mind, cut off the magic supply in horror, threw away the glowing magic wand, stepped back violently, crossed his arms and outlined the protective magic.

Time seemed to stand still.

Leon's eyelids slowly widened.

Looking at the dazzling flames expanding in the cracks of the magic wand so close, he shouted in his heart, "Fuck!"

He didn't expect that his Expelliarmus tactics would cause an explosion.

Without caring about anything else, Leon kicked the ground, supported the big tree he had just hit, turned sideways, and hid behind the thick tree trunk in shock.

Boom boom boom——!

The loud noise of the explosion of flames and magic power made Leon's ears buzz.

The rooted tree he leaned against made a startling sound of wood breaking, and the thick trunk that could be hugged by two people rumbled and swayed.

The purple shock wave engulfed the flames and gushed from both sides of the tree trunk.

Until the spreading flames dissipated.

After avoiding this amazing movement, Leon did not wait to catch his breath, and then he circled around the charred tree trunks on both sides and condensed a dazzling arrow of Isha.

He searched for the enemy's figure with his fingertips.

The mage was blown to a far distance by the impact, and stood up in a mess, but the right hand that was supported in front of him was against a purple barrier with a different pattern from before.

Seeing the magic maintained by the mage himself, the light arrow between Leon's hands suddenly dimmed and disappeared immediately.

Leon was stunned.

This was not his action.

Did Miss Lola take back the spell on her own initiative?

Looking at the magic of Amon in the distance, Leon suddenly understood what the wizard lady in his body meant.

Even if he successfully destroyed the enemy's magic wand, Isha's arrow still couldn't break the opponent's re-erected defense.

If this shot was in vain, he would not have the physical strength to continue fighting.

Whatever, the offensive and defensive situation has changed now!

Leon raised his arms and rushed forward like a 100-meter sprint, running towards the wizard who lost his magic wand.

—— If what Corvis said was true, the upright wizard who lost his magic wand at this moment could no longer summon and maintain multiple advanced spells at the same time as before.

Leon stared at the enemy while running——

If the opponent dared to withdraw the defense and try to summon the fire snake again, then take my arrow!

And if the opponent continued to maintain the magic barrier, then

Leon, who was charging, quickly swept his eyes around and did not find Corvis's rune light sword around. Perhaps it had been destroyed by the explosion. Then, take my punch!

Although the left gauntlet had been pulled off by Corvis before, the iron glove on his right was still there.

Rushing to the front of the mage with footsteps as fast as the wind, Leon clenched his iron fingers, swung his sandbag-sized steel fist, and smashed it on the seemingly indestructible purple barrier with a whirring sound.

Amon's arm was slightly shaken by the stress, and his face showed contempt.

He chanted a spell, and just as he was about to raise his empty left hand to draw a shock seal to knock the person in front of him away, he heard a crisp cracking sound behind his head.

Bang! !

A large ball of deafening fire and crystal fragments exploded on the side of Amon's face.

The impact not only blew the mage's hand seal crooked, but also made him stagger a few steps. Enduring the burning pain on his face, he quickly closed his mouth that was not covered by the spell.

Interrupting Amon's spell, the blond boy drew Leon's knight sword, jumped out of the shadow, and swung the blade to slash the mage's neck.

The sword blade flashing with cold light slashed on Amon's flesh, and only made a dull sound like hitting hard leather armor. The slash turned into a stick strike, and the force knocked the mage's body crooked.

Amon angrily waved his left arm to block the sword behind him.

At the same time, he quickly dragged the barrier and narrowly blocked the strange boy who tried to go around in front.

He didn't dare to withdraw his life-saving defense and concentrate on counterattacking the harassment behind him. Now that he lost the assistance of the magic wand, Amon couldn't quickly construct a high-level spell, and he was in a dilemma.

He wanted to escape from the front and back attacks and use the barrier to deal with the enemy's attacks at the same time, but the two boys played a two-person show with him like a cunning wolf pack.

If you don't move, I'll go around, and if you go around, I'll go the opposite way.

Corvis retreated after one strike. At this moment, he didn't need to avoid Amon's attack magic. The boy had plenty of time to wait for the other party to open his mouth again, so that he could accurately throw the red crystal in his hand into the mage's mouth.

Leon kept moving sideways, luring Amon's barrier in the direction, just to find a flaw that he couldn't react to, and shoot the enemy's body with the arrow of Isha.

Amon didn't have the margin he had just now. He kept the barrier, and his magic power would always run out. He knew he couldn't hold on like this any longer. If he kept consuming it, he would really capsize in the gutter.

Finding an opportunity to turn his back to harass Corvis, the mage forcibly endured the bombardment of the exploding crystals that flew over.

The black robe behind him was blown into circles of holes. Amon endured the pain and stared at the strange boy in front of him. His left hand finally drew the shock seal that was usually very simple and easy.

He suddenly shouted a spell, turned back and snapped his fingers, and blasted Corvis, who wanted to sneak attack and grab, far away with all his strength.

Amon quickly turned his head again, stepped back quickly, and barely resisted the guy who almost bypassed the barrier and pulled the seal.

The mage, who got a chance to breathe, finally had the opportunity to take out the whistle and call his eagle.

As long as he gets back to the sky!

Only by keeping a distance!

Only then can I have time to slowly gather the attack spell with my bare hands.

Hearing the call of its master, the circling eagle lowered its altitude following the whistle.

It hesitated for a moment above the dense tree canopy before diving into it.

Stumbling and falling into the forest, half flying and half falling, the eagle opened its mouth and bit the nearest enemy as soon as it landed.

Leon dodged and threw a backhand hook, hitting the beast's head hard, causing its feathers to fly.

The eagle-headed mount in front of him, which was only the size of a horse, was fierce, but it was far less threatening than the griffin.

The eagle shook its head in pain, immediately supported itself on the ground with its hind legs, raised its body and swung its forelimbs to grab the enemy's head.

Leon jumped back to avoid the sharp eagle claws.

Amon didn't want to engage in unnecessary entanglement any more. He just wanted to escape back to the sky as soon as possible to regroup. Seeing that his mount temporarily forced the enemy back, he grabbed the handrail of the saddle with his left hand, supported the shield with his right arm and climbed onto the horse's back, shouting at the mount to spread its wings and take off as soon as possible.

The Hippogriff spread its wings and flapped them suddenly, stirring up waves of flying sand and rocks.

Leon reacted urgently and realized that the enemy was trying to escape, which was a big deal.

But he didn't try to use the light arrow to shoot the Hippogriff carrying the mage.

He only had one remaining force to launch a fatal attack. If he couldn't ensure that he killed the dangerous mage himself, what was the point of killing his mount?

But if Amon was allowed to return to the sky like this, the chance of a comeback that the two had created with great difficulty would disappear!

He took two steps in three steps to avoid the front of the eagle's head and claws, and ran behind the Hippogriff that was already halfway in the air.

Ignoring the wizard who was always pulling the barrier to defend himself, Leon jumped and reached out to grab the horsetail of the eagle in front of Amon's surprised eyes.

The overloaded weight pressed the eagle to a lower altitude, and the insufficient takeoff space made it more difficult to flap its wings.

The rider kicked back in pain, trying to kick away the foreign object behind him that was pulling his tail.

But the rider flying in the air had no front limbs to support the ground, and the instinctive kicking back could not lift the horse's hoof to hit the target, and the two hooves fluttered down blindly.

The eagle gave up struggling, flapped its wings, jumped diagonally and climbed the big tree in front, climbed up with its claws, and tried to use the branches to knock the enemy on its tail down.

Amon was hit on the head by the rustling branches, and he wanted to use his magic power to shock the boy who was entangled with the eagle.

But the belt on the saddle that fixed his waist had broken before. If he didn't hold the handrail in front of him with his only free arm, he would fall off the back of the leaping eagle.

Leon pulled the eagle's horsetail with all his strength, and took the opportunity to step on the branches on the tree canopy with his feet, using the force to punch upward.

Amon held the saddle with one hand and continued to support the shield with the other hand. The surface of the barrier made a bang, constantly blocking the iron fists from below.

Suddenly.

Realizing that the enemy in front of him was hanging behind the eagle's buttocks, his hands could no longer perform the powerful light arrow magic.

The wizard laughed: "You are looking for death!"

While sneering, he quickly withdrew the defensive magic, and Amon immediately drew the magic bullet spell with his free right hand, and was about to kill the boy hanging below.

Leon watched the purple barrier in front of the wizard disappear, and saw the other party's fingers raised and quickly outlined the lines of the seal in the void, and he was shocked.

In the face of life-and-death crisis, adrenaline surged in his body. He shouted and gathered all his strength, pulled the horse's tail to pull himself up, and climbed up with his left hand reaching the rear bridge of the saddle.

Like climbing a rock, Leon then raised his right hand and grabbed Amon's right wrist.

The body of the Hippogriff carried the two people out of the treetops, and its wings were finally able to spread, and its body flew sideways.

The sudden change in horizontal posture and the interference of Leon's right arm caused the spell that Amon threw out during the struggle to deviate from the original trajectory.

The hot magic bullet rubbed Leon's shoulder armor, tore a gap in the melted chain mail, and flew away with a tail flame.

"Ha! Can't hit!" Dodging the fatal blow, Leon laughed loudly and pressed on.

Amon was angry on the back of the Hippogriff, loosened his left hand holding the front saddle, drew a talisman in the air, and wanted to cast a spell again.

But Leon would not give the opponent another chance. He rode on the hippogriff's horse's butt, and his left hand went around Amon's shoulder, grabbing the enemy's left arm fiercely.

This time he directly grabbed the mage's fingers and stopped him from making gestures.

With his hands clasped together, Leon used a "strong man lock" to desperately bind his arms in front of the opponent.

Since he couldn't use the seal of Isha's Arrow in such a close fight, the other party shouldn't even think about drawing any seals.

"You damned fellow!" In the midst of the fight, Amon was so angry that he raised his head and wanted to hit the boy behind him.

Leon dodged it with a tilt of his head. Without a suitable means of attack, he hit the back of the enemy's head with his forehead without thinking.

With a bang, he hit the surface of the magic layer covering the opponent's body. He felt like he had hit a stone, and his forehead hurt. He hurt the enemy zero and hurt himself eight hundred.

Seeing that the headbutt could not do anything to the opponent's body under the protective spell, Leon suddenly remembered the magic information that Corvis told him when he assassinated Pilieno.

This kind of close-fitting body protection spell of Master Atias has almost no obvious flaws except that it is powerful enough to break through by force.

It was stronger than the golden bell and iron cloth shirt in Leon's memory. There was no dead angle for the eyes or the front and back of the lower body. Otherwise, Leon would have tried to pierce the eyes and choke the opponent with such a suitable posture.

At present, the opponent's mouth may be the only weakness.

At least a regular mage like Amon may not be able to cover the important organs of chanting spells like a classic mage.

With this thought, Leon gave up the enemy's right wrist with his right hand and smashed the opponent's mouth with his iron fingers, just to tear off the guy's tongue.

Sensing this attempt, Amon had to bite his teeth in fear to resist the iron fingers invading his lips and teeth.

Unable to open the tightly closed teeth, Leon gave up temporarily and quickly waved his hand to interrupt the magic seal of the mage's right hand again.

Then, let go, clenched his fist, and arched his fingers.

The convex fist joint covered by Leon's iron armor approached and hit the mage's teeth.

"Ugh!!"

Hearing the enemy's whimpering cry of pain, the hand felt crisp, as if he heard the sound of loose teeth. Leon looked closely and saw the blood on the joints of his hand nails, and he was overjoyed.

Finally, he found the life gate of this magic bastard!

However, Amon, who was in pain, did not dare to draw seals with his right hand anymore. He struggled to retract his arms and covered his face with his palms to resist the continuous iron fists.

Bang bang, Leon's convex fist could no longer break through the enemy's solid back of the hand, so he had to be angry and break the guy's fingers.

The fight between the two on the Hippogriff fell into a stalemate.

Amon, who had never experienced such a messy fight, had no safe way to get away.

In a hurry, the mage with blood all over his mouth pressed the fingers covering his face tightly to his eyebrows.

He no longer cared about the so-called taboos and dangers.

Mobilizing magic power to rush to the brain, Amon stimulated his spirit and consciousness, touching the power of the spiritual world.

The two eyes flashed with strange purple light between the fingers. The mage relaxed his right hand and let Leon pry open his hand that was covering his hand. Taking this opportunity, he suddenly turned his head.

The dark purple eyes stared straight at the unsuspecting eyes of the boy behind him.

(Gulorelit language)

"! Mortals - surrender to me!!!"

The throat roared out a heavy sound that seemed to overlap countless voices.

The surging chaos magic activated Amon's soul and grafted the other side of the spirit world and reality.

The dim light in the mage's eyes spread along the iris, and the condensed soul consciousness suddenly invaded the eyes of the boy behind him——

—— screaming.

Blazing glare.

Dark

For a long time.

The magic flowed through the body and gradually turned into gentle magic.

"——Uh!!"

He took a breath of cold air and suddenly opened his eyes.

He breathed in the fresh air quickly.

What caught his eyes was the dark sky at nightfall.

Where is this?

Leon supported his tired body in a daze and slowly sat up.

His confused consciousness slowly recovered.

No, that's not right.

Leon was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the ground. He turned around and looked around, looking for the enemy.

But in the dark and empty wilderness, there was only the lonely chirping of insects in the wild.

And his black warhorse, which had been released in the forest before the ambush, was brought back by someone unknown.

Did Corvis find the warhorse?

Wait, what happened?

Leon reached out and touched his body. Although it was a little painful, he didn't feel too injured.

But. What about the mage?

His memory still stayed at the moment when he fought with Amon in the air.

Could it be that he accidentally fell from the back of the eagle during the fight and hit his head and lost his memory?

Then how could he still be alive? Wouldn't Amon be able to finish him off?

He lowered his head again and found that the blond boy was also lying on the grass beside him.

"Hey! Corvis! Wake up!"

Leon squatted down and shook the boy's shoulders.

However, no matter how he called, Corvis, who was pale, still lay there without any response.

Leon quickly reached out and felt the boy's breath and pulse.

Fortunately, he was not dead, that's good.

Maybe he was just unconscious.

Relieved, he looked around again in confusion.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Could it be that Miss Lola helped?

But she couldn't even speak in the mortal world, so how could she have magic to help herself?

And, even if it was her, why didn't he remember it this time?

It was as if his brain had been blacked out by alcohol.

He only remembered that he fought with the wizard in the end.

Did they crash together?

Leon thought about it, then quickly pulled open Corvis's armor, and looked at the other's back through the gap.

Under the armor, the rune that could track the boy's position was still flashing an exceptionally bright light.

Expectations were dashed.

Obviously, even if there was a "plane crash", the guy named Amon was definitely not knocked unconscious.

In any case, it was not advisable to stay here for long.

His head was full of doubts, but since the enemy was still alive, Leon did not dare to delay any longer.

He bent down and carried the unconscious Corvis, turned around and walked towards his lost and recovered black horse.

After sending the blond boy up with some difficulty, Leon climbed onto the saddle, looked up to identify the direction of the moon, and immediately fled north.