Fzzzt…!!
The sight of Davi, perched on Lennok’s shoulder and burning with electricity, added to the scene.
“Shall we move this somewhere else?”
Kwaaaang!!
Just then, the back yard of the dormitory exploded, and the ground collapsed.
The boy’s figure shot up through the swirling dust and debris.
He rotated several times in mid-air and smoothly landed on the window of the dormitory. He looked down at his body.
An arm that was intact just moments ago was now gone, with blood steadily seeping from his shoulder.
“This is troublesome.”
The boy grimaced and massaged his shoulder.
Crunch!!
Instantly, the flesh on his shoulder regenerated, pushing outwards to form a new arm.
It seemed Lennok was the only one who witnessed this bizarre spectacle.
“Why all the fuss in the middle of the school? Looks like I’ve missed quite a story.”
The boy glanced inside the dormitory window and found no sign of living beings.
During the time Lanfei was drawing the ritual circle for the ceremony, Priscilla had used the influence of the Necromancy Department’s professors to quickly evacuate the other students.
Priscilla’s promise to be of some help had come true precisely. In the midst of chaos, she quickly identified what she could do, not by intervening but by removing obstacles.
Paat!
The boy leapt from where he stood, landing on the roof of the dormitory building.
He silently admired the surrounding landscape, his face expressing satisfaction.
“This city is beautiful.”
“……”
“To think such a grand civilization could be built without devout faith, it’s astonishing.”
The boy seemed excited, like someone who had gone out for the first time in a long while.
“That’s why humans are worthy of salvation and rightly deserve His grace. I have never once doubted the path the sect is taking.”
The boy respectfully bowed to Lennok, who was looking up at him from the ground.
“Bishop Walter Martinez. I humbly serve the mission of spreading the sect’s grace, though I may fall short. May I know the name of the sorcerer?”
Lennok, looking up at the boy with a clear gaze, said,
“Mila.”
“Mila… Is that so? It sounds quite feminine…”
Kwaaaang!!
In that instant, Mila appeared from behind and delivered a lightning-fast dropkick to the boy’s head, driving it into the roof of the dormitory.
The boy’s head was torn apart, scattering blood across the rooftop.
Crack!!!
She didn’t stop at just one hit.
After launching her entire body to bash the boy’s head, Mila sprung up and kicked his body, then swiftly pulled out a dagger and ruthlessly plunged it towards his neck.
There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her movement, despite not having fully heard who her opponent was.
The sound of skin tearing under the sharp edge of the dagger…
However, the boy’s neck did not get severed.
Whoosh!!
Using his palms as shields, the boy caught the dagger and began to resist, gripping it tightly.
“Cough…!!”
Covered in blood and with a mangled face, the boy laughed and said,
“Let’s, um… have a chat!!!”
Kwaaang!!
As the boy kicked Mila, a circular shockwave erupted, and her body jolted.
But even while coughing dryly, Mila clenched her teeth and stood her ground.
The boy’s face contorted slightly at her unexpectedly strong resilience, and at that moment, Mila laughed.
“Die, cultist.”
Crack!!
She released the dagger, flipping her body in place, and ferociously jabbed her finger into the boy’s temple.
Mila’s magically reinforced finger penetrated the boy’s skull, causing blood to stream from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Zzzt!!
Lennok, who had been watching through his sensory domain, shook his head in disbelief.
He had never seen Mila, who always favored cunning battle tactics, attack so viciously.
While Mila did not explain her rage, Lennok could guess it was probably due to a sibling’s instinct to prevent any trouble at the school her sister attended.
Lennok would have preferred to capture the boy alive if possible, but he did not attempt to stop her.
In a world where magic and spells are alive, unfortunately, the principle of ‘strike first to win’ is not often effective, especially when the opponent appears with extraordinary magic.
As expected, even with his brain mangled, the boy grabbed Mila’s forearm and abruptly stood up.
“…!!”
“Sorry about this. The vessel is what it is, so it’s taking some time to dissolve the spell.”
The boy, smiling wryly as he stood up, emanated dense mana.
“Shall we try again?”
Woong!!
Just after a translucent bear-like figure appeared behind him, the boy disappeared and kicked Mila mercilessly.
Paaak!!
Mila, thrown off the rooftop, crashed into the rubble below, groaning in pain.
“Grrr…!!”
She had somehow managed to brace for the impact with her forearms, but the force was so great she couldn’t easily stand up.
Considering the magnitude of the impact, it was almost miraculous her arms weren’t broken. She likely mitigated the shock using her presumed supernatural abilities.
Lennok sighed and pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it to Mila.
Click!!
“Here.”
“Uh… my head’s spinning… What? Where did this come from?”
What Lennok handed her was a shotgun he had previously bought at Gun & Barrel and used until he acquired a new rechargeable shotgun from Mauser. To Mila, who had left her equipment behind, there couldn’t have been a more welcome gift.
“It’s for self-defense.”
“Wow, what a coincidence… This is very similar to the gear I use at work.”
“……”
Mila didn’t seem particularly interested in why a magic university assistant professor would carry a shotgun for self-defense.
Instead, she skillfully loaded it with one hand and then shamelessly extended her hand to Lennok.
“Magazine. You have more, right? Give them all to me.”
“Huh…”
Lennok might not cater to such requests in his usual capacity, but the power of magic he could use under the identity of Evan had its limits.
Using magic recklessly like Van did could lead to annoying clean-up work after the incident was over.
Now, even Aris, who could cover for Lennok’s faults, was absent. Dealing with the Gido sect officials was one thing, but he had to take care of himself.
Lennok pulled out a few more shotgun magazines and handed them over, and Mila finally nodded in satisfaction.
She looked up at Walter, the boy smiling slyly from above, and asked.
“What does it feel like to be a spirit summoner in battle? Can you explain roughly?”
“Besides substituting the vanguard and taking hits, I can do pretty much everything else.”
“Ho.”
For the first time, Mila turned to Lennok and smiled.
“In the place where I work, that’s considered an unhelpful statement.”
“……”
Instead of responding, Lennok silently gestured to Davi on his shoulder.
Davi, expressing dissatisfaction by flicking his tail, eventually climbed onto Mila’s head after Lennok slightly furrowed his brow.
“Whoa! Wait, what’s this?!”
Startled by the touch of the materialized brain spirit, Mila jumped at that moment.
Crackle…!!
A burst of electricity emitted from Davi’s body surged ruthlessly into Mila’s head.
“Argh! …Eh?”
Briefly startled by the tingling sensation, Mila realized that her body was filled with a powerful vitality and her senses became sharply heightened. She looked at her body in surprise.
Lennok, watching with his arms crossed, chuckled and replied.
“I hope that answers your question.”
It’s a magic spell he developed by appropriately adapting the augmentation magic [余雷身 (Surplus Thunder Body)] to be used through Davi. To Mila, it must seem like a buff provided by a spirit.
A satisfied smile slowly spread across her bewildered face.
“Oh, it wasn’t just empty talk, was it?”
It’s not just about enhancing sensitivity.
The spell artificially manipulates the body’s bioelectricity to assist muscle movements and elevate reflexes to the extreme, while also appropriately aiding the flow of magic.
It can’t turn 0 into 1, but it can speed up the process of reaching 1 like crazy.
Mila, with faint currents flickering over her body, quickly turned around.
“Let’s see how much you can help…!!”
Mila immediately charged across the shattered ground, reloading her shotgun.
Then, flipping halfway through the air, she leaped up, aimed the muzzle downward, and fired.
Bang!!
At that moment, a massive shockwave shot out from the shotgun’s barrel, instantly propelling Mila tens of meters upward.
Davi, clinging to Mila’s hair with his front paws while lying flat, spoke.
[In 1.7 seconds, there will be contact. There are three evasion paths. Do you want to connect to the custom combat algorithm of the brain spirit?]
“Speak… in a way I can understand…!”
Mila, who had dashed to Walter’s face in the blink of an eye, twisted her body and kicked at the boy’s chin.
Walter raised both hands to catch her somersault kick.
Boom!!!
Although he absorbed the impact, he couldn’t completely negate the recoil, causing his body to fall from the dormitory rooftop.
Walter, who landed lightly with a roll, sprang up and launched forward.
Walter’s body, which was battered just a moment ago, now had not a drop of blood on it.
“The necromancers’ magic feels like this, huh? Not quite the style for someone as straightforward as me, but… I get the gist.”
The bear shape floating behind Walter transformed into a deer, accelerating his movements. Walter swiftly battered Mila’s limbs and then struck her back, eliciting a choked cough from her.
“Krhaat…!!”
As Walter was about to step closer to Mila,
Fzzzt…!!
Lennok quickly surrounded Mila with a barrier of lightning, dispersing electrical charges all around her with Davi at the forefront.
“Ugh!”
While it seemed like a regular lightning magic at a glance, Walter didn’t recklessly break through the electrical flow to reach Mila. Instead, he stepped back.
He was undoubtedly cautious of Lennok’s ability to counteract magic, having witnessed Lennok easily dismantle his Amrita’s Scales rift-transport spell.
Lennok instantly caught Walter’s hesitation in his movements and didn’t hesitate to whip up the lightning.
Electricity, radiating from Davi, weaved intricately around Walter in a dazzling display, rapidly encircling and trapping him.
“Ugh…!!”
Fzzzt…!!
It wasn’t just a simple circular rotation. Lennok was analyzing Walter’s breathing patterns and the positioning of his limbs to strike precisely where retaliation would be hardest.
The elaborate electrical net, centered on a single individual, surprised not only Walter but even Mila, who looked towards the ground with a startled expression.
“Davi!!”
[Hacking complete. Full speed ahead!]
With a roar of an engine, a jeep appeared and rammed into Walter.
Paaaak!!
“Ugh…!!”
Despite his awareness, Walter couldn’t react in time to the perfectly timed assault, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the impact.
The nearby parked vehicle had been hacked, targeting Walter, who was immobilized in the net of electricity.
One after another, vehicles piled onto him, collapsing streetlights and pressing him down under a pile of metal.
Kugugugugung!!
It wasn’t just about pouring electricity; it was a fully realized attack utilizing the Electro-Spirit to its limits.
The intense manipulation turned the street into chaos, eliciting a hearty laugh from Mila.
“Crazy bastards! What are you guys?!”
[I’m a spirit.]
“Such talent wasted… I should suggest this to the boss…!!!”
Mila, too, accelerated with the shotgun’s recoil, charging towards Walter, who had rolled out of the rubble.
Amidst the debris of crushed cars and streetlights, the two clashed again.
Tatatatang!!
Mila’s speed in reloading, despite not using any shooting assistance magic like Lennok, was extraordinary.
She effortlessly switched between shooting, reloading, attacking, accelerating, and changing directions, relying entirely on her sharp senses and combat instinct.
Yet, the intense murderous intent in her actions was something even Walter couldn’t ignore.
Davi, continuously releasing electricity, electrified surrounding metal and rebar to hinder Walter.
Walter’s face lost its smile as he became cornered, his focus intensifying to replace his emotions.
“Hoooo…!!”
Woong!!
Gathering his breath, Walter summoned a surge of mana, and behind him appeared a monstrous figure, utterly different from any animal seen before.
The bizarre entity with three eyes and disorienting tentacles floating in the air, despite being merely a form of thought, exuded an intimidating aura. In an instant, the boy’s body disintegrated on the spot, smoothly passing through the remnants of electrified scrap metal like a liquid. Walter then swiftly reconstructed his body behind Mila and stretched out his hand.
“…!!”
Swoosh!!
Though different in execution, Lennok had seen a similar combat style somewhere before. Beck Clinton, a warrior of the Cigar Bang Gang, also amplified his combat abilities by overlaying a similar image onto himself.
This entity likely wasn’t the necromantic spell Lanfei had been practicing. Instead, Walter had used Lanfei’s magic power to modify the spell into a form he could use in combat.
“This cultist bastard with his weird techniques…!!”
Mila, clenching her teeth, responded simply.
Paaaang!!
Holding the shotgun under her arm upside down, she fired backward, propelling Walter, who was charging from behind, upward.
Kwaaang!!
In an instant, Walter’s body shot through the debris of metal, soaring into the air.
Not stopping there, to catch up with the boy suspended in mid-air, Mila fired the shotgun in the opposite direction. Using the shotgun and the shockwave from her apparent supernatural ability, Mila soared into the sky and dove straight into the boy’s chest.
With a dazed expression, the boy looked up at Mila, who whispered to him,
“If penetrating the head doesn’t kill you, then there’s no choice.”
Paaak!!
Mila, twisting her body agilely in mid-air, kicked the boy’s jaw and then ruthlessly shoved the barrel of the shotgun into his mouth.
“I’ll just have to blow your head off completely.”
Kiiing…!!
The wave spreading along the barrel of the shotgun condensed right in front of the muzzle. When the gunshot sounded, Walter’s head exploded as if the frame had been cut.
Taaang!!
