Chapter 135

Chapter 135

What Falls Has No Wings

‘Magic beast tamer—.’

Galahad turned mana and laughed.

The magic beast tamer’s magic circle was amazing. Instead complex to the extent even Galahad cannot fully grasp right away.

It was a natural story. This was a difficult problem that needs understanding degree regarding magic beasts to solve. Because of that could not perfectly dig, yet degree of following and drawing was possible.

Thanks to revising the degraded version magic circle of the magic beast tamer before.

‘Not simply a magic circle, a feeling connected with a magic beast.’

The magic beast tamer’s magic circle was connection. Connecting with a magic beast was a sensation hard to express.

If the degraded version was all commanding simple actions to a magic beast, the present that is the real magic circle was a closer feeling.

‘A feeling closer to authority than magic.’

The magic beast tamer was a five great villain. Thinking that even the first mage magic the other five great villain was close to authority—.

‘Something to the five great villains.’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

Anyway, the magic beast tamer’s magic circle was certain.

To the extent a magic beast whose hostility toward humans is all does not swallow the human that entered the mouth—.

However, could not yet perfectly handle the magic beast tamer’s magic circle.

Because of that there was a crisis but—.

“Saying Gwang-i cannot endure! Have to endure a good demon race! Gwang-i!”

Gwen filled. Gwen said while tapping the magic beast’s tongue.

Then, the magic beast largely surged. Saliva fully flowed from inside. Sticky liquid wet even the ankle.

“Euaak! Bad Gwang-i!”

Galahad relieved at wearing leather boots, and additionally put mana into the magic circle. The magic beast’s saliva stopped.

“Gwang-i became quiet! Good Gwang-i!”

“Fortunate. If showing abnormal symptoms speak.”

Because a high-rank magic beast precarious, yet this degree seemed would endure until going down.

Buuuuu—

A weakened horn flute sound was heard from afar. An ominous sound that would be heard on a battlefield.

Kuung! the magic beast roughly shook. The pooled saliva rushed as if a flood occurred. Galahad hurriedly raised a barrier. Sticky saliva flowed following the barrier.

Other knights rolled fully wet with saliva.

‘Terrible.’

Galahad softly muttered.

“Saying Gwang-i hurts! No! Fine! Gwang-i!”

Gwen pointedly shouted.

Galahad headed to the wall. There was something like a gill, yet because the magic beast is quite large could sufficiently go out.

As going out riding the hole of the gill, coolness was felt from above.

“Extreme guys.”

Expressionless demon races were in the middle of falling toward this side.

Then, sharp authority long drew the magic beast’s gill. Red blood roughly sprayed. How much that amount looked like a fountain.

One side of the gill that could not endure was torn and tattered.

“Gwang-i’s dimple! No! Was charming!”

Inside was fully revealed. As the gill tears the wind roughly swept.

Bewilderment rose on the faces of the knights exposed in a moment.

If leaving the authority dozens of demon races pour as is, the magic beast seemed would die first before landing.

“Gwen! It is combination!”

“Yes?! Here?!”

“Pop! It is words! Pop!”

“Aha! Pop!”

Gwen jumped up. Naturally floated in the air.

Keuaaaak! Gwen long screamed. Galahad flicked his finger. A small explosion burst from behind Gwen. Gwen flew to Galahad as is.

Galahad caught Gwen’s nape and firmly stood. The protrusion below caught Gwen’s legs.

Authority poured again from above. The magic beast largely shook. Exactly a battlefield.

“Bad demon races are bullying Gwang-i!”

Gwen spouted hot nasal breath. Although the words that Gwang-i is also a magic beast rose, desperately swallowed.

A white line was long drawn between the demon races. Dust sprayed like snow.

It was Adrianne. Adrianne processed the falling demon races while jumping around the cliff.

It was martial arts close to a miracle, yet regrettably the number of demon races was too many.

“Gwen! Pop! It is!”

“Yes!”

Gwen struck Galahad’s back with both hands. Pair! at the cheerful sound Galahad furrowed his eyes.

“Is there a need to strike down?”

“Ah! Somehow seemed have to!”

“I see.”

Mana pushed in like a tide. The full fatigue was pushed away. The head became clear. Became clear as if in the middle of a forest.

Galahad compressed mana and stared upward. Dozens of armed demon races were falling.

The expressionless demon races were quite threatening. Dozens of authority fell again. In the thinned ashes the form of authority was glimpsed.

‘It is arrows and javelins.’

If left quietly the magic beast was in danger.

Too wide the area to block with a barrier. Those guys’ authority was point attack like arrows and spears. Blocking that by widely spreading a barrier that is a surface form was inefficient.

Galahad narrowly opened his eyes at the rough wind and calculated the path.

The opponent was dozens, and what this side can use was only both hands.

So—.

“Would be fun.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and flicked his finger.

Spark rode the finger and inflated the size.

“Haat!”

“Noisy. Gwen.”

Gwen tightly closed her mouth.

*

“Extreme demon race guys!”

Gilbert roughly cursed and drew the sword. Although in the middle of fiercely shaking, that center was perfect.

Other knights also raised aura. Dozens of aura undulating in the darkness was quite a spectacle.

The knights caught the center on the falling magic beast and looked up.

Damien’s eyes sparkled.

‘Certainly a knight is cool.’

Tom smiled bitterly while looking at Damien.

The North’s knight was a warrior of the battlefield. A knight whose belief is a sword was an honor all in the North long for and dream.

Just because that comparison target was Galahad felt insufficient.

Along with—.

“Divide into teams and alternately jump.”

“How return if jumped?”

“If giving strength to the body sinks. Or spread the cloak.”

“······Smart.”

Because knights in the end are ones eating sword rice, quite crude.

“······.”

Damien narrowly opened his eyes. It was an expression somehow not satisfied.

Then, white light burst from above. Adrianne ran around stepping the far cliff.

A white line was long drawn riding Adrianne’s sword.

The demon races could not block and collapsed as is. Adrianne passed as is between the fully fluttering ashes, and headed to the next demon race right away.

Cutting the falling demon races while running the cliff—.

It was martial arts that would appear only in a legend.

There as Adrianne’s appearance was added amazing.

“Wa—.”

Damien who was skeptical of knights’ mouth softly opened. Those eyes sparkled.

‘Finally showing interest in knights.’

Tom softly relieved.

Damien insisted on becoming a mage longing for Galahad. But in Tom’s view there was no possibility at all Damien becomes a mage.

Damien’s calling was a knight.

Such Damien finally showing interest in knights—. could only be happy.

Damien’s eyes busily moved following Adrianne.

“Not all knights are the same knights. Lady Adrianne is called the hero of the North. An existence all respect and long for.”

Tom hurriedly added the explanation. Damien’s mouth gradually opened.

‘Almost all came over—.’

Tom satisfactorily laughed.

Then, one side brightened. At that turning the head—.

Galahad was standing nobly on the magic beast’s head. The neat hair roughly fluttered in the rough wind.

In the middle of falling under the cliff. And from above dozens of demon races following aiming at this side, yet laughing leisurely—.

‘As expected the captain.’

Galahad lightly flicked his finger. Spark splashed riding that long finger. The spark that inflated the size in an instant was shot upward.

From the ground to the sky—, lightning soaring in reverse.

Brilliant lightning rose tearing the fog.

The lightning split in the middle. Spread as if a huge stem was torn. Numerous branches roughly extended and filled the air.

How gorgeous that appearance, admiration came out forgetting even the situation.

Then—.

Kadeuk, a light sound as if chewing something was heard. Something that was between the fog was pierced by lightning and scattered.

Thousands of branches of lightning that soared in reverse were densely positioned.

The magic beast no longer shook. Tom only then realized that lightning dismantled the demon races’ attack.

‘Unbelievable.’

Galahad extending lightning stems from both hands was an appearance that would appear only in a myth.

Although catching the demon races was Adrianne above, the gaze did not reach there.

Because Galahad’s magic was excessively gorgeous and cool—.

“As expected magic.”

At Damien firmly holding the staff Tom exhaled a low sigh.

······The opponent was too powerful.

****

Kuuung!

Along with a heavy sound the magic beast trembled with a bareureu—.

Finally reached the bottom. The magic beast’s mouth slowly opened. Thin liquid sprayed between.

“Uwek—.”

The knights came out while retching. The face was pale white.

“Gwang-i! Fine?! Yes, fine! Although a hole a bit pierced, this degree is a scratch!”

“Gwen, will you step aside.”

Galahad came out while organizing the disheveled hair.

The bottom finally reached was quite different from Magic Realm again.

‘Red.’

The surroundings were fully red. Different from Magic Realm that was all black and gray.

The fog was also red, and the floor was also red. Even the floor was full of unknown bones piled. It was a feeling as if entered a tomb.

Among them there were also flesh pieces that could not rot yet. Thump. along with a heavy sound one flesh piece was added.

‘Things that fell from above.’

Then, a white line was drawn. Adrianne lightly landed.

Although knew a sword master left the category of humans, really coming down riding the cliff—.

“Fine?”

Adrianne rather asked Galahad.

“Fine. You?”

“Yes, fine. Wait—.”

Adrianne gestured behind. Surrounding knights gathered. The knights’ complexion was not good. Adrianne examined them.

“The acting spoiled is severe.”

Galahad confirmed the Special Mission Unit.

Damien’s eyes were half flipped, and Tom took care of such Damien. Gwen was tapping the magic beast.

Gilbert—.

“Seems would do if doing well.”

Was holding the sword diagonally while looking up.

Then, one demon race fell. Gilbert swung the sword as if waited. The demon race was cut in half. Gilbert was painted red with the fully sprayed blood.

“Saw? Cut in one go?”

Gilbert asked while wiping the blood stuck on the face.

“If left quietly seemed would fall and die though.”

“Still cut?”

“That is so. Very cool.”

Gilbert grinned.

Galahad’s gaze was heading to another place. An intense signal was felt beyond the red fog.

That signal was even thicker than when above.

Four-legged demon race, the guy was here.

‘Interesting.’

The name abyss and the bones clearly abandoned from above—. what that means was clear.

‘Exile place?’

That too not just an exile place. A place terrible to the extent even a demon race falls and dies.

No, a tomb matched more than an exile place.

Why is the guy a high-rank demon race in such a place—.

“Ah, all safe. Daring thinking of using a magic beast—. really amazing.”

Adrianne lightly said. Sincerity was full in that voice.

“I also good because there was an opportunity to confirm.”

“If confirm—.”

“Because theory and practice are different. Certainly there were quite parts that go astray. If Gwen was not there might have been a little dangerous.”

“······So confirmed?”

As Galahad lightly nodded, Adrianne’s expression became sealreuk. That lips softly flinched.

Adrianne who long exhaled looked around.

“A place a ominous feeling rises. Is that demon race here?”

“Yes.”

Galahad lightly nodded. The guy’s signal was coming over from deep. The four-legged demon race was intensely calling Galahad.

“The feeling is not good.”

Adrianne emphasized again. Anxiety rose in those eyes.

It was a place thick with red fog. Certainly ominous but—.

“The mana density is thinner than above. If this degree would be less than the demon race’s area.”

A mana arrow floated on Galahad’s finger.

Although ominous energy was full, if only comparing mana density thin to the extent unbelievable it is inside Magic Realm.

‘So fell and died.’

If the mana density is thin a demon race also weakens. It was a far cliff anyway. Clearly died without enduring that.

In other words—.

‘The guys here are real.’

Because endured that far cliff even in this thin density.

If by any chance survived, could only be a strong guy.

“That side.”

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth and pointed one side.

Adrianne lightly nodded and gestured behind.

“Enter.”

Adrianne who gave the order largely advanced. Suddenly looked back.

Something strange—.

“Enter!”

Adrianne shouted again, yet still no reaction.

No one moved.

Not that defied the order.

Not simply not moving—.

Everyone was stiffened.

Some in a posture of loosening the shoulder—, some stopped as is in a state of holding the sword.

Those smart knights were blank.

Not only the direct unit. The Special Mission Unit everyone was blank. Exactly as if someone pressed a stop button, everyone stopped in that posture as is.

Even Gilbert was making a stupid expression.

Even Gilbert getting hit—.

“Sir Gilbert.”

Galahad urgently called Gilbert.

“Yes? Called?”

Not that got hit. Galahad softly clicked his tongue. Gilbert looked around.

“Huh? Everyone strange.”

Gilbert said while frowning. Everyone was stiffened like a stone statue.

“Why like this?”

Adrianne asked with a firm face.

The reason was obvious.

“It is a mental demon race.”

“······Without any sign?”

At Adrianne’s question Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Would have aimed at the moment relieved that arrived.”

“Then Gilbert—.”

“It is that Gilbert. I do not let guard down.”

Gilbert grinned and said quite stylishly.

“Thanks to turning aura saying will cut the falling demon race.”

Gilbert’s mouth tightly closed. Blood dropped with a ttuk— from the sword.

Then—.

“Coming.”

Clear presence was felt from one side. Thick mana fully blew.

Thump! Thump! the pill of pain roughly beat. Impulse fully rose. The pill of pain swallowed saliva. Soon looked at Galahad’s mood and became quiet.

Gilbert and Adrianne held the sword hilt. The two stood in front of Galahad.

“I will take.”

Galahad withdrew the two and stepped forward.

Then, the red fog spread to the side as if giving way.

‘It is a top-rank demon race.’

Although not degree of the ruler, a top-rank demon race was sufficiently a big shot.

What appeared was a handsome man wearing neatly like a noble and even passing the hair cleanly.

The demon race stared at Galahad.

“It is you.”

The demon race’s face fully furrowed. What rose there was clear hatred and anger.

“Correct, I am that Galahad.”

Galahad lightly laughed.

The guy twitched his finger. Coolness extended like a stem. Momentarily the back chilled to that degree.

‘This is a top-rank demon race—.’

If the guy who came out to greet is this degree, how would the four-legged demon race be. Galahad desperately swallowed the pooled saliva.

“Came looking for me?”

As asking so the guy long exhaled as if holding anger. Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

That is imitation. Or habit.

“Yes, waiting.”

The demon race nodded.

It seemed correct the four-legged demon race sent. Sending even a guide quite a kind demon race.

However, the continued demon race’s words were different from expectation.

Quite—.

“The saintess is this side.”

Saintess? At the subtle title Galahad’s eyes furrowed.

What sent the guy would clearly be the four-legged demon race. Because an intense signal was coming even now.

Yet saintess—.

‘The four-legged demon race is a saintess?’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

Then—.

“If saintess isn’t it a woman?”

Gilbert stupidly muttered.

‘······?’

Adrianne’s eyebrows roughly shook.