Episode 246
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Lost Magic.
It was a word that meant the remnants of the lost and forgotten mythical age lost by the wizards of this age.
Starting with the Anti Magic Shell, which prohibits all magic below 8 circles in the surrounding area, to the Glory of Fury… Hell Fire represents that
Lost Magic. was one of those words.
The power of such a Hellfire was as brutal as its name.
‘The literal fire of hell…’
According to oral tradition, the extensive use of Hellfire by an ancient transcendentalist even lowered the level of the sea level in an instant.
The moment you approach it, not only the moisture in your body dries up, but the inaccessible high temperature will even destroy your muscles and bones.
Daria, the best flame magician of this era, was not using the flames of Muspelheim because she could not reproduce the temperature for nothing.
Moreover, the truly terrifying thing about Hellfire is that its power is not concentrated only in temperature.
‘A flame that eats up life as well as the soul.’
Hellfire’s flame had the property of constantly burning until it completely consumed the life and soul of the target it was attached to.
In order to stop him, either cut off the entire area where the fire was transferred…
or ‘extinguish the flame with overwhelming magical power.’
Not getting hit in the first place is one of the ways, but anyway.
Shuk-.
Russell placed his fingertips on the scroll where Hellfire was recorded.
Then, he began to infuse magic power.
Hwaaak-.
Magical power so small that the magic contained in the scroll cannot be manifested.
What Russell wanted to do now was not to activate Hellfire, but to analyze the structure and circuitry of the magic.
The flowing magic started to flow along the magic circle and the magic circuit inside it.
Russell’s concentration was greatly encouraged.
He remembers circuits along the path of magical power and begins to derive formulas through those circuits.
The ultimate in inverse calculation (逆算), which extracts formulas and formulas through pre-made circuits, rather than creating magic by weaving circuits through formulas and formulas!
This is not different from weaving a cotton cloth using crops, but rather disassembling the already made cotton cloth and inferring the original shape of the crop as well as the growth environment through the process.
Russell was doing such a difficult task casually.
And that’s for Circle 8 Lost Magic as well.
If ordinary wizards saw this scene, they would surely have opened their mouths and made their flagship!
‘After-.’
However, the sound of Russell’s breathing, which was doing such a thing, was quiet.
hell or underworld.
Is it because it is a method of borrowing sparks from another world?
‘It has a similar aspect to summoning magic.’
It was a technique that was quite familiar to Russell, who deals with spirits.
Behind familiarity, new formulas appear randomly.
The formulas that appeared like that covered Russell’s consciousness like an overflowing river, and soon after.
Shoot ah-.
Leaving behind the sound of the waves, Russell’s consciousness was a bottomless sea of formulas.
sunk into its depths.
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that time.
Baron Donovan, who was entering the barracks for his next report, paused in surprise at the sight of Russell.
‘Hut-.’
He covered his mouth with one hand and suppressed the sound of his footsteps.
She noticed that Russell’s condition was different from usual.
Although he hadn’t learned magic, he had that level of awareness.
He is quietly concentrating on something with his eyes closed.
‘It’s amazing concentration.’
With thick drops of sweat running down the bridge of his nose, he could see the space shrinking along the line of Russell’s shoulder.
The heat rising from the body causes a haze.
That was the moment.
Roaring-.
A ring of flame was created along Russell’s back, and then something in the shape of a small red dragon jumped out.
A young dragon with two pairs of four wings.
Subsequently, a blue light appeared near Russell’s wrist, and this time, a blue quadrupedal polyp appeared.
Gyareuk-.
Rumble-.
Two dragons surrounded Russell as if to protect him.
Each of them held their positions and vomited their hostility.
Gau woo woo-.
It seemed like a warning not to come any closer.
‘I heard that His Highness is summoning spirits. Indeed…’
They were already beings close to dragons rather than spirits, but he had no choice but to think that way.
Grrrr-.
Gao Ohong-.
Trying not to provoke the two dragons as much as possible, Baron Donovan slipped out of the barracks.
Then he summoned the soldiers around him.
“For the time being, don’t let anyone enter the barracks. If anyone asks, tell me it’s my order.”
Saying so, Baron Donovan concluded his words.
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Russell, who was caught up in the same sea of vision techniques, was realizing his own space through imagery.
Don’t get caught up in too many spells and lose yourself.
Also, by looking at it from a distance, you can catch only the necessary ones among these many spells.
‘I command in the name of Russell Raymond. Open the door to the underworld.’
In the space embodied in imagery, Russell’s ego begins to utter an incantation.
‘What I want is an eternal flame that burns within it…’
Hwareuk-.
Finally, a small flame lit up in front of Russell’s eyes. A flame as small as a single candle.
Hellfire begins with this small spark.
‘Insert a magical energy circulation structure and move the magical energy in order to inflate the size of the flame.’
The magical power circulation structure required to weave
was precisely the reason why the eight hellfires were classified as 8 circle magic.
Hwareuk-.
The moment the flames, which gradually increased in size, reached a certain size, they shook greatly and began to flutter in all directions.
‘Kuh-.’
Flames that run amok and scatter sparks.
You cannot yet handle this flame. Russell gritted his teeth as if he were saying that.
‘─I can do it.’
Isn’t it magic to transcend the boundaries of reality and make the impossible possible?
Also, Russell had twice handled magic superior to this one.
‘can do.’
Recalling the memory of using Brahmastra, Russell controlled the magic.
The reaction against it affects the physical body in the outer reality of the image.
Again, repeat that the body affects the image.
‘Keuug….’
The mana rods in his whole body soared like blood vessels. Russell added two magics to control him.
Over Road and Wizard Body. Two ancient magics that have reached the realm respond and support Russell’s body and mind.
The moment the flames of Hellfire, which had been wildly rampaging, gradually stabilized!
It expands its size from the inside of its grip, like a huge fire demon exploding.
───────── Gurgle!
‘This is…’
─Hell Fire.
The flame of catastrophe that burns the universe and turns it into ashes.
He succeeded in recreating the Lost Magic, even in his imagery.
Of course, there are still many things to improve, and it will require much more adjustment and effort to manifest in reality.
anyway.
A flame that is trapped in its grasp even as it runs amok as if to set the world on fire.
Russell’s eyes, which had been staring at him, sank deeply.
Is there any way to better control this intense flame?
Take a moment to continue worrying about him.
The place where Russell’s thoughts reached was his originality.
Blaze Lance and Gaebolg and Falling Sun.
Wizards of this era called originality what they recreated by refining and modifying existing magic with their own image.
‘What if I could create originality with Hellfire?’
Wouldn’t it be possible to understand the magic called Hellfire a little more deeply?
Suddenly, I had such a thought.
Regarding that idea, some would say:
Even though he can’t even base, he already thinks about running. but-.
‘This is the world of images.’
There’s nothing wrong with trying it out.
‘I add and refine my image.’
I got greedy one step. The desire to go a little further without stopping there arose as a desire.
‘In addition… What if I could contain the power of Brahmastra?’
I’m not talking about the whole thing.
If only a part of it could be captured in Hellfire along with one’s own image—!
The moment your greed passes through your fingertips and dwells in magic, Hwaaak!
Something dazzling inside Russell exploded.
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“——what what?!”
The first to notice the change were the wizards located in the military camp.
After the battle, they all stood up from their seats while preparing for the next battle in their respective barracks.
──Koo-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu!
An intense echo that no magician who has reached a certain level would not be able to feel!
They spurred out of the barracks at high speed due to the overwhelming magic power that weighed down the son-in-law.
Then they looked at each other and shouted.
“What is this all about?”
“Red raid! Isn’t it a redneck?”
A harbinger of anti-army magic that could annihilate 10,000 soldiers at once.
It’s an amount of horsepower that can even match that.
It was not strange to think so.
There was also a possibility that the empire sent an archmage along with the wizards to raid the news that Triven Fortress had been captured.
“It doesn’t seem like an attack from outside.”
“yes. This is not from the outside, but from the inside of our camp…”
Several high-ranking mages who had been muttering that with a calm expression moved their eyes.
The next moment, their speech stopped altogether.
“What the hell is going on…!”
The wizards who tried to turn their heads behind them also opened their mouths.
No, not just wizards.
From officers and soldiers to knights and staff.
Everyone who was walking around the military camp was staring in the same direction as if a nail had been driven into it.
“Hey there—!”
One of them extended a finger.
His finger was pointing in the direction of Russell’s barracks, the central commander of the camp.
“Yo…a dragon?!”
The golden brilliance that casts out the light, driving away the faint glow of the sunset over the sky.
Beautiful scales reminiscent of obsidian.
The shape of a translucent dragon with amber eyes was looking down, sprinkling golden seogi.
dragon-swallowed wizard
