The Battle Mage in the Labyrinth City

Chapter 58: The Hegemon Returns (Part 3)

"What!?"

Not only Shirataki, but also Alicia and others who were watching the battle from a distance, their eyes widened involuntarily.

What was heard was the sound of light and sound as the waves receded, and it felt like the sound was also fading away.

What was produced was the phenomenon of magic completely disappearing.

Seeing that the bombardment magic (Alicia and others thought) was like touching an invisible barrier, and immediately disappeared along with a large piece of space being dug out, shock ran through her body.

"Canceled? No, invalidated? It actually invalidated Shirataki's magic, are you kidding me!"

Lily's face was full of disbelief.

The shock brought to her by the scene before her was no less than that of the Shatter Tyrant that blocked Shirataki being blocked by Chado.

It was even greater.

She was very clear about the power of those seemingly beautiful light balls after receiving Shirataki's teachings.

In simple terms, it was a medium-length spell magic that was no less powerful than that of a Level 4 wizard.

But such magic was easily wiped out by that mysterious woman.

"Who is that woman?!"

She wore a black dress that was not suitable for the battlefield, but any wizard could recognize that it was a special equipment with an abnormally strong magic resistance.

Then, it was definitely not equipment to resist external attacks.

It was an outfit to protect the body from the excessive power of her own, and the aftermath or recoil alone would destroy the armor into tatters.

"It's you."

Shirataki's face suddenly darkened.

Such a powerful magic, a momentum that surpassed that of the Overlord Chardo.

There's no mistake, Silent Alfia, the real strongest adventurer.

"It's been a long time since we met again, kid, you are still so arrogant and noisy."

The corners of her mouth, which were not covered by the cloak, slightly raised a curve, and Alfia's tone was like reminiscing with an old friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Thanks to Shirataki's potion and the branches of the Great Saint Tree, her physical condition has improved a lot in the past few days, and her mood has also become a little better.

"Can't you be more mature and quiet? This kind of look is not worthy of the title of hero candidate~"

"I never said I was a hero."

Shirataki rotated the spear in his hand, his face was serious as if facing a great enemy: "So what are you doing here?"

He knew the power of the woman in front of him better than anyone else.

And the opposite of him was Basram, who was beaten and ran away.

As if he had found a savior who could support him, the previous fear had completely disappeared, and Basram returned to his original frenzy, laughing shrilly.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

"She's coming! Little ghost, you're finished!"

Although it was a pity that he didn't kill it himself, as long as he saw that little ghost's head being twisted off by the Tyrant, these details didn't matter.

"So, you are here to save him?"

Ignoring the frantic Basram, Shirataki asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Hmm,"

After pondering for a moment, the witch in the cloak said lightly: "It was originally like this."

"Huh?"

The arrogant laughter stopped abruptly, and Basram looked at the tyrant in front of him in disbelief.

What do you mean "it was originally like this?"

"The commission I received is: to recover Basram and those fairy soldiers. But unfortunately, this guy is really too noisy."

Ignoring the dark priest's gradually desperate eyes, Alfia showed the willful side of the queen:

"Compared to the noisy noise, I still prefer those quiet puppets."

"I understand."

After getting a positive answer, Shirataki looked at Basram again, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually gathered.

Without Alfia's interference, the old man in front of him would surely die.

"Wait, wait!"

Basram looked at Tyrant with a pleading look: "You can't do this! We are compatriots, aren't we?! If I die, you won't be able to explain yourself when you go back!"

"Heh." Alfia raised a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth: "You seem to have misunderstood something. Compared with those fairy soldiers, your value is worthless."

"But I am the only one who has the technology to train fairy soldiers! If I die, those fairy soldiers I won't listen to your commands! "| = |" This will not work. "| = | After that, Alfia turned to look at Bai Yan:" Little ghost, don't break that tin stick. " | "Broke!" | = | Without the blocking of Xian Jing soldiers, Bai Ye's attack is no longer hindered. His only thought.

I don’t know what she did, but the fairy soldiers who had been gradually frantic because they lost the control of their master returned to their previous quiet state.

“It really works.”

After muttering something in a low voice, Alfia looked up at Shirataki in the air:

“Aren’t you coming down?”

“Why come down before the battle is over?”

“You really know, so are you ready?”

“Come.”

Shirataki didn’t say much, and red lightning flashed around her body, and colorful light gradually condensed into the spear.

Unlike a rookie like Basram, if you are not careful, you will be defeated when facing this woman.

"Very good, then let me see your progress in the past few days."

As soon as the voice fell, the powerful magic power that had never been felt before exploded.

"Dazzling Suppression!"

"Demon King Walli (got it)."

The earth cried.

The extremely powerful impact shook the ground, and even Orario in the distance felt the extremely strong tremor.

Some curious people wanted to climb up the wall to observe.

Then.

Someone saw the end of the world.

The strong light drowned everything. It was bright as day even though it was night.

This was the purest battle between magic.

Soon after, he fell.

"Guwa!"

Shirataki, who was the first to lose his strength, knelt on one knee. Around him were completely destroyed farmlands. The crops planted in them had been cut away along with the ground, and not even the roots were left.

"Very good, you have met my expectations."

Alfia slowly withdrew her hand, as if she had accomplished something insignificant.

But no one could see that the hand that cast the magic was shaking under the cloak.

PS: Here comes Alicia.