In an instant blood came up my throat and I spit out blood.
"If you crush the lung of a magician it restricts them..."
He said that like nothing at all was happening to me while I was on my knees.
I was looking at my old blood spread out on the ground and somewhere in my heart I thought "I see now", and understood it.
It's fine if it just crushing the lung of a magician.
They won't be able to use incantations.
In reality at this point my healing magic has already been sealed.
Of course, incantations aren't the only thing I won't be able to do after a lung is crushed.
I won't be able to maintain life activity.
In other words, it's fatal.
"It's fine for you to die and tell the Hitogami that the Dragon God Orsted will never let you live."
Dragon God.
[Seven Great World Powers] Second ranked.
Orsted gave a glance over me who was crouched over holding my chest.
He pushed me over with his heel.
I saw that as negligence.
I've already received a fatal wound, putting aside defeat, death is already imminent.
In that condition, why did I still think to fight I don't know.
I wonder if it's because I saw Eris still trying to stand in the edge of my field of vision.
This man especially went out of his way to stop those two just in order to ascertain that I would die after.
In any case, I sent a Rock Bullet aimed flying at him.
Why didn't I use a stronger magic?
I have even more advanced magic that I could have used.
Even after, I couldn't understand it.
Just, I most likely used the magic that I was most accustomed to using.
A rock that was as hard as possible, at a velocity that was as fast as possible, with a rotation speed as fast as possible added.
I think that rock bullet was at such a high power that it surprised even me.
The man and I were at an exceedingly close distance, the rock bullet went flying at a red hot speed.
And then it was smashed.
The rock fell.
After it fell to the ground there was a dinging sound almost as if it was metal.
Orsted looked at his own fist.
"Just now was that a rock bullet.. that was an absurd power. To think this magic could leave a wound on my body.."
The skin on the back of Orsted's hand was coming off.
It was just a scratch.
It was no good, there was no point to the rock bullet.
I'm unable to damage this man.
"Your lung should have been crushed though... voiceless incantations? Is that a power you gained from the Hitogami? What other powers have you gained?"
Orsted looked over me as he was surveying.
Wouldn't it be fine if he just quickly stopped it?
He looked at me ruthlessly almost like watching over a grasshopper that has had its legs torn off.
It's painful...
"Geha???!"
I used wind magic and forcefully sent air into my lung.
I violently choked.
I have the feeling it was meaningless, but I forcefully send it in.
And then having accumulated air with all my might, I held my breath.
"Oh. That was an interesting usage, what meaning was there in that just now? Why don't you use voiceless incantations to heal your lung?"
Orsted put his hand on his chin and looked over me as if my suffering was of great interest.
In my fading consciousness I created a fire ball with my right hand.
In fire magic the more magic power you pour into it the greater the temperature rises and the scale increases.
If the rock bullet speed and hardness is no good then what about heat and explosive power?