Episode 34
[Magic circle, spirit spear, offering, and beast. All are a type of ritual for manifesting magic, but their limits are clear.]
It was the first sentence written on the second page of the Master's magic book.
[Magic circles have the most power and stability, but their shape is complex and difficult to prepare in a short period of time, which is why most of them are used to create artifacts or strengthen the workshop by imprinting them on objects.]
It was not always easy to draw a magic circle. Even simple magic takes a few dozen minutes to get into the basics, and it took several hours to learn soul magic for the first time.
After learning how to draw magic circles with magic, the time it takes to activate them has become very short, but according to the Demon King, other mages can't do that.
[The Spirit Spear is the most popular method used by wizards, it does not require any special preparations, and its advantage is that it is relatively quick to activate. In addition, it is possible to omit the Spirit Spear for one or two spells depending on the skill level, but the amount of mana consumed is enormous compared to other methods.]
It was quite an unfamiliar method to me.
All the magic I knew was activated through magic circles. If the magic bullets are similar, should we say they are similar?
"Oh, come to think of it..."
An unknown wizard I encountered in the Beliv estate. The magic he used may have been close to the use of a spirit spear.
It wasn't certain. I only guessed that he didn't draw a magic circle, but I didn't see him recite a spell.
But if that's the case, the wizard may have been a high-level wizard beyond what I thought.
[Offerings to transcendent beings, including demons, are garbage, not to mention the preparation process, which is incomparably more complex than drawing a magic circle, and it is impossible to predict exactly what the outcome will be.]
It was the first time that the master criticized him in this way, but he had no choice but to agree with his opinion.
[Although those who are hindered by talent often climb over the wall through offerings, it is also due to the whims of the transcendent who receives offerings. It is safe to say that it has no value as an academic discipline.]
Offering is a kind of transaction in which you will make an offering and have your wish granted.
However, at the beginning of the ceremony, the offerings are passed on to the transcendent who is the target, so there is no way that a proper transaction is possible. Even the transcendent ones are mostly demons.
Aren't they like the Demon King?
[There has been a lot of research and development to improve the shortcomings of each method, but nothing is very satisfactory. If so, you can make it yourself.]
A smile naturally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
His arrogant and confident tone reminded me of his teacher during his lifetime.
[I chose the beast seal, which is much more concise by replacing the complex magic circle with the hand, and can also make up for the magic consumption of the spirit spear to a large extent. However, it is in a position to be ignored by the academic world.]
I felt a slight sense of incongruity.
However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't realize its true identity, so I had no choice but to turn the page.
[This is because it is impossible to express as complex as an magic circle with only two hands, and it is difficult to produce the desired result even if the shape is slightly misaligned, and of course, it cannot be assisted by the staff.]
The disadvantages described by the master overshadowed all the above advantages.
This is because he has not yet obtained a useful wand, but he has heard enough about its benefits from the Demon King.
It reduces the consumption of mana, speeds up circulation, and in some cases, even increases recovery speed. It is even possible to use engraved magic without a spear.
Not being able to use such a cane is a big disadvantage. Unless you're a sorcerer who is so poor that you can't get a wand, the beast is just an emergency tool to use in a hurry.
[But is that really the limit of the number of people? Aren't all the above disadvantages caused by having only two hands.]
At this point, I seemed to understand why Master's arcane magic was [Six Arms].
The way to overcome the shortcomings of the prisoners was simple. You only need to have multiple hands.
It seems that there were only two hands of the master in my memory... There must have been a way not to reveal it unless it was important.
When I finished thinking, I was finally able to realize the true nature of the discomfort.
“… Why is the master?"
If I succeeded in overcoming the shortcomings of the beast, why didn't the master teach me a simple way to make a beast?
The answer was not easy.
I had no choice but to finish my question and continued to turn the pages of the book. After that, there was a description of the trial and error of creating the magic devised by the master.
I could fully guess how hard it was to create a piece of magic, and the content that became more and more nervous as I went backwards and the scrawled handwriting.
[After much consideration, I decided that the material for the new arm would be human bones. It can be used to increase its strength with rare materials, but it is only for making a beast anyway. If you complete it, you don't have to worry about melee combat. Above all, human bones are easy to obtain.]
[Attempts to increase the number of arms as many as possible failed; a total of thirteen arms were added, but there was a limit to the number of arms that could be manipulated at the same time.]
[It is said that it is the grave of an old man who died of illness, but there were no signs of illness on the body. It must have been buried alive. I'm glad my bones were fine.]
As I slowly flipped through the paper, I saw the process that the teacher was thinking about.
One line as short as a few pages. It was a record of more than a few years.
The years spent by the Master were condensed in a short time and captured in my head.
[Finally succeeded, I discarded all the arms I had made so far.
After that, it was written that the formula and production method were neatly organized.
Perhaps after writing this far, I wrote the first page.
"Hah...."
I looked at the formula without even forgetting to breathe for a while, and let out a long sigh and closed the book.
The teacher's skills are real.
My level as a wizard is not very high, but I could feel how beautiful this technique was.
Pondering his satisfaction, he began to prepare to master the master's magic [six arms].
The first thing he needs for him is material to create a new arm.
In other words, it was a bone.
"Oh...."
I let out a long sigh again.
Materials scattered throughout the dungeon. It was because he threw away all the corpses of the mercenaries just now, saying that they had just been sorted out.
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"Move quickly!"
"Nimiral...."
At the sound of shouting from behind, the man muttered in a low voice.
I said it was to find the warlock's dungeon. As a prisoner, he couldn't understand this situation.
Surely the hero would subdue the demon king, and all the powerful warlocks would have died together. Didn't they say that all that was left now was the chaff?
Whether it belonged to a dead high warlock or a surviving chaff, it was an established theory that dungeons were not very dangerous places after all.
But look at this troops.
Knights and soldiers, as well as prisoners, were mobilized. In addition, they are just the advance team. I heard that additional volunteers will arrive soon.
Even if he did not go to explore the dungeon, but went on a life-and-death war for the territory, he could believe it. Even though I tried hard to tease my feet to avoid being whipped, I rolled my insufficient head and came up with one answer.
"I'm going to die..."
If the lord wasn't crazy, the dungeon he was going to now was definitely a dangerous place.
It is to die.
"Hey."
"Stop talking about bad luck. If you don't want to be punished."
The prisoner froze and closed his mouth. It's because of the opponent's uneven muscles.
He was a slave trader from a mercenary background. He was a guy with no back. If I mislooked for no reason, I might die before I even reached the dungeon.
In the distance, I saw volunteers giggling at the sight.
'Stupid people who don't even know the situation...'
But it was not much. Because the difference in positions between volunteers and prisoners was huge.
"Oh...."
After walking with his eyes down for a long time, he raised his head to someone's exclamation.
He was also impressed.
It was the time when autumn was approaching and the flowers were withering. However, the flowers in the forest in front of me were blooming so beautifully.
In any spring he has experienced in his life, he has never seen as many flowers blooming as I did.
But the beauty of the flower was also there. The soldiers did not stop, and hundreds of military boots were crushed with flowers. At the same time, the tension in the prisoner's mind gradually grew in size.
'This is a garden. Soon a warlock will appear to punish the humans who trampled on his garden...!'
He was so nervous that the slave trader who had beaten him a while ago felt sorry for him.
Hours along the path made by the flowers.
On the way, they found strange traces such as tree roots with holes in them, but the soldiers broke through the forest without any major changes.
The prisoner felt embarrassed, thinking that his guess was wrong.
And soon after...
The leading wizard arrived at the front of the cliff and recited the spell diligently. Then he shook his head and moved again.
Repetition of memorizing spells and moving.
Time flies, and the sky quickly darkens. He, the other soldiers, and the spell-chanting mage were exhausted.
In the end, the knight who led the group was about to send the soldiers to prepare for camp.
"I found it!"
The mage, who had not yet given up and was chanting the spell, cheered, and the prisoner leaned from his seat and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
There was a large hole in the bare wall that had been empty until a moment ago.
"Is it a barrier? I think I've found a dungeon."
The slave soldier muttered. Immediately afterwards, the prisoner felt his instincts warning him to run away immediately.
The prisoner ignored the warnings of his instincts.
He is already exhausted, and now he runs away, and he doesn't end up feeling embarrassed like he did in the forest. The moment he was caught by the soldiers, he was almost executed.
"Warlock Sevian! I have come to convey the words of the lord."
The driver shouted.
Then I waited for an answer for a long time, but there was no voice coming back. That's what I thought.
"Ugh, are you away?"
"Didn't the lord also say? I'm not sure if it's in the dungeon or not."
"In case you don't know, I'll explore the inside. Hey! Get up!"
The soldiers who were resting while watching each other stood up from their seats. The moment I was about to enter the dungeon following the knight and mage who were in the lead.
A shadow flickered from the inside of the dungeon.
“… Earlier, an elf went on a rampage. This time, the lord's soldiers? Tsk."
"Warlock Sebian? Your lord's...."
The driver shouted.
"I'm not interested. Die."
A magical bombardment hit them. The knights tried to escape with their flags, but the soldiers behind them were forced to be hit directly by the magic.
In the blazing flames, the prisoner thought as he was dying. I shouldn't have ignored the warning of my instincts.
In his fallen eyes, he saw a wizard walking out of the cave.
Like a spider, a wizard with many arms.
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