Episode 525 Five Dreams (4)
Magical power like pink flower petals fluttered like a flower in full bloom.
The small, fluttering sight of them scattering around is even beautiful at first glance.
Although the sight may be distracting, no one would think of it as dangerous.
However, he is a dream descendant in the form of a boy.
The déjà vu of precognitive dreams was not deceptive to its beauty.
A bouncy step that does not suit a small body.
Dejavu, hopping around like a rabbit, dodged all of Elisa’s petals.
“Do you keep slipping away like a loach?”
Elisa, engulfed in enormous magical power, extended her hand toward Dejavu.
A long pink magic cannon was fired following the touch.
With his eyes closed, Déjà Vu did a back tumble without even looking at it.
The magical power that hit the ground exceeded its critical point and expanded enormously.
Even in the aftermath of the magical power spreading and creating a huge hemisphere, Déjà Vu was fine without any damage.
Wrinkles formed between Elisa’s smooth eyebrows.
‘No matter how much I avoided a direct hit, I can’t believe there was no damage like this.’
It’s as if those nimble movements are nothing more than a prank on us.
Doesn’t this seem to prove that in reality it is invulnerable to any attack?
‘No, more than that, your eyes are closed. How are you avoiding it?’
For Elisha, this was behavior that was completely incomprehensible.
From the beginning until now.
Because the boy who introduced himself as déjà vu never opened his eyes.
Is there some kind of magical reason for closing the eyes?
It wouldn’t be surprising if my other senses were heightened to a strange degree, just because I couldn’t see it with my eyesight.
‘then.’
Elisha decided to change his ways.
If the mediocre power doesn’t work, use stronger output.
A wide range that you can never avoid if you try to avoid it without looking.
Elisha raised his right hand.
The enormous magic power that formed on top of it gathered like a whirlpool and formed a huge sphere.
The boy, Déjà Vu, shed tears through his closed eyes as he watched that scene.
[I’m sad. Continuing this senseless resistance. Why are you trying to go against the established order of things?]
“Have you said everything you wanted to say? “Now it’s time to get spanked.”
Elisa threw the sphere that maximized her magical power.
Suddenly, something Caroline said a long time ago came to mind.
-All people in the real world are idiots.
-Oh my, why are you suddenly saying such vulgar things again?
-There are only people who have no eyes to see, so can they speak properly? Everyone talks about me being a tyrant and all that, but they end up saying things I don’t even know.
Caroline said to Elisa with a sullen face.
-The real ‘tyrant’ is not me, but you.
What did he answer at that time?
When did I act like that or did I pick on Caroline’s behavior?
ah. I remembered.
He agreed to that and just smiled.
A pink sphere of magic fell like a meteorite toward Dejavu.
It is not elemental magic, but pure magic magic that directly hits Elisa Willow’s own magic power.
[Falling Flowers that Light Up the Stars]
Beginning of the semester.
An attack of enormous power that completely destroyed a corner of the Forest of Silence.
A spell much stronger and faster than that was shot straight towards Dejavu.
[This is dangerous.]
Up until now, I had focused on dodging all of Elisa’s magic, but this was different.
The flying giant pink orb was so powerful that it could be felt even beyond the darkness of the field of vision.
It’s hard to understand how a human who can’t even handle dreams can unleash magic of this level of power in Dreamland.
Moreover, considering that it is less powerful than what unfolds in the real world outside.
The weight of a person named Elisa Willow as a pure wizard.
It was safe to say that he surpassed humans.
[That is the rank of Rexeror, said to have reached the top of the magicians outside.]
“You say something nice to hear. “But there is no such thing as recognition.”
These were what Elisa said after hearing the murmur of déjà vu.
Before I knew it, a huge sphere of magic power was approaching.
It’s impossible to avoid.
Even if you try to dodge, you will be immediately swept away by the explosion created when that sphere explodes.
[I can’t help it if this happens.]
Dejavu muttered like that.
I opened my closed eyes.
Dejavu’s eyes were as clear and transparent as if they were made of glass.
What is reflected on the retina is the intense color of pink magic.
But the moment the color disappears from the eyes.
The [Falling Flowers that Light Up the Stars] magic that Elisa had used had also disappeared.
“what?”
Even though he was Elisha, he could not help but be surprised that the blow of his conversion was blocked.
It was not pushed by the logic of power.
Disappearing like a mirage seemed like a truly miraculous result.
“What on earth have you done….”
[Personally, I didn’t want to use this kind of power.]
Dejavu’s transparent eyes captured Elisa’s image.
Finally, the image of Elisa on his retina was about to disappear.
“President! “It’s dangerous!”
With someone shouting, a huge shadow engulfed Dejavu’s body.
Now that I was focusing on Elisa, it was almost a surprise attack.
Dejavu turned his head and stared at his attacker, as if he had already known this would happen.
Chi-ik!
The moment the steam golem with its huge fist caught the eye of déjà vu, it disappeared like a mirage.
The characteristic of precognitive dream déjà vu is seeing the future.
To be precise, it was to observe the flow, which is a collection of countless minds, and combine the elements to predict what will happen in the near future.
Avoiding Elisha’s attack without even seeing it was a choice I made because I saw a dangerous future.
And the power of déjà vu, which opens and uses the power of dreaming in earnest.
Making the future you envisioned come true.
Elisa’s magic and the steam golem in front of me.
It was something that could be eliminated simply by imagining a future in which it did not exist.
[Oops.]
At first glance, it was a power that made no sense, but Déjà Vu sighed at the sight of the near future.
Another steam golem was seen approaching behind the disappeared steam golem.
Not one.
two three. The number continued to increase in real time.
The gaze of déjà vu turned to a man beyond the golems.
He was a man with a chubby build and a gentle appearance.
It was Brino, one of Seorn’s new teachers and a teacher who taught golem making.
Although he was a person with an ambiguous position and a vague presence within Seorn.
Dejavu didn’t think so at all.
That man was the most dangerous person in this place right now.
* * *
[Uuuuuuu!!]
The giant god soldier let out a roar full of anger.
Clara Cowen, who was dealing with such a giant god soldier, stared at the scene with a more subdued gaze.
It wasn’t the first time since the first clash that he had shouted like that.
This one was particularly emotional and passionate.
[Lucid! I can’t believe you’re going like this! This is truly deplorable!]
Tears flow endlessly from the huge face.
Because he was so big, even the tears flowed so loudly that they were reminiscent of a stream.
Judging by that reaction, it seemed like a colleague had been hit.
‘That would mean that someone fought and won.’
Suddenly, an image of a person appeared in Clara’s mind.
Ludger Chelsea.
I thought that a child with such unusual powers would be able to do that.
And one thing we know for sure.
“It means that you are not invincible either.”
Clara aimed her wand.
The dreamy power that exploded from the tip of her staff hit the giant soldier in the face.
Half of the giant soldier’s face was blown away by the attack, which was more precise and stronger than before.
A truly fatal blow.
But the giant soldier did not fall.
The body that had been tilting regained its balance, and the half-blown face was regenerated in an instant.
The restored face was distorted with anger.
[human! Did you think that was all you needed to defeat me?]
The Giant God Soldier, who had stopped crying, glared at Clara as if she were going to kill him.
[I am Imjongmong’s Undying! The power I was given in this Dreamland is ‘immortality’! No matter what you attack, I will never die!]
There seemed to be no lie in those words that were firmly shouted.
In fact, even though half of his face was blown off, it didn’t regenerate right away.
[What awaits at the end of this fight is your destruction!]
Undying clenched her fists.
The moment he was about to throw his fist, Clara’s dream hit his fist.
There was no collision.
Rather, Clara’s dream magic climbed up her fist like a snake and turned one of Undying’s arms into a rag.
[Ooooooo! It hurts!]
But before the shouting could end, the tattered arm was regenerated.
[Too bad! No matter how many times I attack, it’s no use!]
I tried to grab Clara with my regenerated arm, but she easily slipped through my fingers with her light flight.
[This mudfish thing!]
“It’s noisy. “You’re old and you’re not deaf, so please speak quietly.”
[I’m being loud?!]
Undying got angry.
Clara fired another dream and hit Undying’s other arm.
[Wow! I would have said it was useless!]
“You say that, but you scream in pain.”
Clara aimed a dream shot at Undying’s leg.
The energy, twisted like a rope in the form of a double helix, became a huge spear and struck the tip of the toe.
Undying was startled by the pain and lifted her leg, and at that moment, the ground on the other leg shook.
Cooung.
The large man lost his balance and fell.
Undying tried to tell her several times that it was no use, but Clara continued to attack her as if she didn’t want to hear that.
Before, it was just a clash of forces, but this time it was different.
Slice the skin, split the texture of the muscles, and target vital areas.
Undying instinctively felt something in the attack, which was completely different from before.
[You guy. Could it be…?]
“It’s just that you won’t die, but you will continue to feel pain.”
Clara Cowen’s faintly opened eyes shone coldly.
“The immortal body is eternal. But will we see how long the mind that undergoes countless pains will remain intact?”
It was an old woman who could be crushed right away if she held it with one hand.
But in Undying, Clara seemed especially huge at this moment.
* * *
[Did Lucid get hit?]
Abmong’s syndrome let out a chuckle inside his helmet.
[Tsk. If you had given up your prey to me, you wouldn’t have had to go through that. Greed brought on my anger.]
At that time, provocative words flew towards Syndrome.
“hey. Are you here to talk to yourself? If that’s the case, just go. “What are you going to do without fighting?”
[noisy. human. If I had had my way, you would have already been slaughtered and scattered by my hands. The fact that I didn’t do that is entirely due to my mercy, so be thankful.]
“This is truly ridiculous.”
The idea of suddenly revealing your secret is a mental victory of all kinds.
I also don’t like the arrogant attitude that naturally looks down on this side.
It seems like a pretty special being, but I haven’t really fought it yet.
Nevertheless, Syndrome seemed confident of his victory.
Alex was able to overcome most situations with a smile, but now he couldn’t help but feel very bad.
Even though he dropped out of military school and has no awareness of being a knight.
He is also a person who fights with a sword.
I’m already irritated in many ways because my colleagues have fallen into this world, and the underworld agent who led this whole situation even openly looks down on me.
Just like Alex, everyone felt angry and annoyed by that arrogant behavior.
[Hoo? Hehehe.]
Syndrome let out a low laugh as he saw the naturally growing momentum.
[You are urging my name. okay. Even though I don’t like it, since my colleague was harmed, I should at least pay tribute to him in order to relieve my aptitude.]
Bye.
Syndrome spread his hands wide.
The split blades at the fingertips caught the light and flashed eerily.
[Syndrome of Abmong, one of Nirva’s descendants. I’ll give you a great scissor press.]
Syndrome’s appearance blurred and disappeared in thin air.
It was like looking at a mirage in the desert, not only the sight but not even the presence of it.
A stealth ability that blocks all five senses.
But there was someone who reacted to it.
As many as two.
Alex and Pantos instinctively attacked the location where the syndrome was likely to be.
Alex’s sword and Pantos’ fist were blocked in the empty air.
[Amazing.] Syndrome,
who blocked the two men’s attacks with both arms, exclaimed in admiration from inside his helmet.
[It wasn’t just a fluke that they saw through my hiding. But you were complacent. You’re closing the distance between me and me.]
Syndrome’s arms moved like a dance move.
Strangely long arms and long fingernails growing at the ends.
Countless slashes made with flashy movements were aimed at Pantos and Alex.
It’s a flaccid attack, so I’ll focus on light defense.
Syndrome targeted that part.
His specialty was excellent stealth, but his main strength was his ability to control dreams.
A dark purple color formed on the tip of the fingernail.
A slash that will surely cut off whatever it touches.
In terms of cutting power, Syndrome boasted the strongest power among the five groups.
Kaang!
[What?]
But the moment his dreamy nails were blocked by Alex’s sword, Syndrome felt something was wrong.
[How are humans?]
Alex sneered at the syndrome that made no sense.
“I heard it on the way. They say you use a unique power called dreaming? What should I say, the power to respond to imagination and spirit? It’s definitely sharp. “It must be the power to cut down anything.”
[Even so, there is no way to stop this…]
For the first time, Syndrome showed confusion at the words that clearly penetrated the dreamlike nature of this side.
“What are you talking about? Is there any fool in the world who thinks his sword will break?”
