“Ex hoc loco evanescent.” (Return to dust.)
With a chant, a lightning bolt streak past the body of the Mazoku. All that’s left was a blue magic circle and a magical symbol. The mazoku flew back along with its now amputated arm, and Suimei didn’t even look at these shattered pieces.
Suimei could feel a cold psychic aura from inside the wall of bodies and focused in that direction, and increased his powers. Were they trying to cast some sort of magic? The spell bore some resemblance to the evil cult that worship the evil god of Solomon’s 72 pillar, as they transformed their black aura into fireballs.
The flame flew relentlessly. Needless to say, it was headed for Suimei.
But it was slow. Compared to a HEAT round fired from a tank, it was slow in comparison. Even at a glance, by the time the flame took shape and flew over, Suimei could have cast three spells.
He didn’t even bother looking at the fireball and sidestepped. The fireball simply passed on by.
Its firepower wasn’t great either. If Suimei really wanted to defend, he could have casted a spell that could block a stream of metal jet travelling at mach 20 that would pierce any armour. So there was no need to worry about some mediocre explosion behind me. He only needed to look forward.
Even if there was a mazoku attacking from air, there was no reason to let it pass by him.
“Et cadens in terram.” (He shall fall to the ground)
A single phrase. His right feet, which was imbued to the limit with mana, stepped on mazokus that were stuck flat on the ground without any heed. They were weak. Suimei thought there was something wrong with himself to consider them a threat. If you knew how to fight, this was how things were. They were even less of a tripping hazard than a small pebble.
Suimei was a fool. He was a fool, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop because he promised.
“I ―”
― I decided to break out. Through this road.
― That’s what I decided. I will follow this path.
Even if I fall or tumble, I will never give up this route. I resolved myself there.
To prove that it’s possible to save someone if you wanted to save them. To reach the Akashic Records and realizing father’s dream. My father’s and my dream.
It was foolish to simply cut through the middle of mazoku army. But this path definitely lead there.
“―Archiatius overload.” (Mana furnace overdrive)
With the spell, what appeared at the tip of his feet was rainbow coloured magic circle. What was its diameter? A magic circle roughly five meters in diameter containing complex pattern of numbers and letters awakened as if it had been waiting.
And the mana that was released. The mana source rotated with exploding sound at furious pace when the core overloaded. There was enough mana to cause lightings and they sent out shockwaves all over the place. Furious tornado struck, ground exploded and the mazoku’s fence flew high into the air.
The ground shook and groaned. The scenery of everything in the vicinity being shattered and turning into dust was a masterpiece. Once the mana overdrive stopped, the abnormal creatures gathered like a cloud and charged once again like an avalanche.
Suimei shook off the dust on his coat from the mana whirlwind. The mazokus in front of him still filled the plain. Funnily enough, he remembered was what his father said.
“A hopeless path huh…. Fufu― Just the way I like it!”
In front of the swarm of those abominable creatures, Suimei spat out those words.
He didn’t care about the Demon King. He didn’t care about going back to my world for now. Suimei just didn’t want to give up protecting that girl.