Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 1343. Excitium is

a type of magic bullet, and its speed is of course the same as that of magic bullet.

Magic bullets are faster than arrows, but if you are a sword master, you can see them with the naked eye.

Not to mention the Grand Master.

However, if the magic bullets rain down, there is no place to escape, so you will be hit.

The same goes for Elio.

But Elio is a magic swordsman.

He has a wider range of maneuver than other sword masters.

He quickly got out of danger with the technique of Lee Hyung-hwan.

However, the 30 musketeers of the 1st Platoon who opened fire were strong knights who received the ‘Blessing of Mana’.

Their premonition was mysteriously developed by Mana.

The musketeers turned the muzzles of their magic guns as their instincts led them.

Shu Shu Shu Shoot!

The sound of the Excitium’s explosion leaked faintly out of the muzzle through the silencer.

Eventually, red rays of light gathered at a point on the outskirts of the dark clearing.

Elio, who instinctively sensed the danger, used heterogeneity in succession.

Poof! Poof! Whiik-!

It moved several times between the earth and the sky.

Every time that happened, a red light followed without fail.

When Elio appears, excitiums gather like ghosts dozens of times.

Baron Philos Harwood, who commanded the musketeers of the 1st platoon of the Battalion unit, gritted his teeth.

He himself is a musketeer who has reached the level of a sword expert in terms of a knight.

I can finish even a sword master with one shot, but I don’t know how many shots I’ve already fired.

“One o’clock! One hundred and fifty meters!”

At his cry, the muzzles of the musketeers all turned to the right.

Shu Shu Shu Shoot!

“Five o’clock! Two hundred meters!”

Shu Shu Shu Shoot! Shoot -!

A few of the musketeers were a little late as if they were exhausted from the continuous shooting.

Baron Pylos Harwood continued to call out the firing points without having time to brush up on the musketeers who had fallen behind.

It happened because his premonition was better than any other musketeers.

‘omg! omg!’

Baron Philos Harwood’s breathing became rough.

It was as if the sword expert knight had abused mana aura.

His predictions are not just based on hunches.

It is an advanced technique that reads the minute waves of mana and cooperates with them.

It’s not as much as the sword expert’s mana aura, but it still uses a lot of mana.

After predicting dozens of times in a row, the mana hall felt stiff and weak pain.

‘crazy! How many times do you use Blink! Even a grand master can do that?’

The Grand Master is a master of swordsmanship and has nothing to do with magic.

I know that Elio Lagoa is a magic swordsman, but he uses Blink so many times?

It was difficult even for a Magus (7th Circle Archmage).

‘Couldn’t it be the Magnum opus?’

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Magnum Opps is a grand master when it comes to swordsmanship.

Among humans, no existence has yet reached the ultimate level with swordsmanship and magic.

Even considering his young age, it is not Magnum Ops.

‘is not it? At that age, it’s already impossible to become a grand master…’

Thinking that far gave me goosebumps.

Really, what would happen if the opponent reached Magnum Ops even with magic?

“omg! omg! Three o’clock… kuh!”

Baron Philos Harwood groaned at the sudden reaction of the Mana Hall.

When the company commander’s command was interrupted, the 1st Platoon Commander hurriedly continued.

“Three o’clock! This no three hundred meters!”

Chou-Shoo-! Chou-Shoo-!

The red light was more distracting than before.

The musketeers struggled with mana exhaustion, but Elio’s expression did not change.

He exclaimed ‘Hmph!’ and sneered.

The confidence that had weakened in front of the excitium raised its head little by little.

Wedge liquid-!

As the red beam of light flew in front of him, Elio slightly twisted his upper body and stretched out his hand.

Since the trail was visible, he was trying to catch the excitium.

However, Excitium escaped Elio’s grasp.

“Fuck!”

In the burning pain, he fanned his hand continuously.

Instead of catching it, my palms were burned.

At that time, 70 musketeers who had approached secretly poured excitium all at once.

Pupperpuppung-! Pupperpuppung-!

As the excitium poured down like rain, the distraught Elio soared into the sky.

‘Oh hot!’

His shoulders and sides were already hot, as if he had been hit by excitium.

What an amazing weapon.

Didn’t you almost go to the entrance of the underworld with a moment’s carelessness?

As we climbed far higher, the red streaks of light diminished noticeably again.

Standing in midair, Elio quickly launched a Heavenly Mountain Sword Spirit with the ‘Void Sword’.

oh oh oh

Hundreds or thousands of ‘incarnations of swords’ embroidered the night sky.

Kukuku kung-! Kukuku kung-! Cuckoo-!

Elio heard an explosion echoing from the ground while floating in the night sky.

After a while, Elio slowly descended onto the scorched ground.

His hands groped around his waist as he looked around with bitter eyes.

When I checked my palms with a stinging feeling, they were all covered in blood.

“There is a limit to Lee Hyung-hwan.”

I was preparing for an attack, but I used too much force against only one platoon.

Of course, it’s relatively minor damage compared to before, but it’s important that I was hit several times by Excitium even though I knew I was going to attack.

I focused on avoiding it and took less damage than before, but Excitium was still dangerous.

I only met one platoon today. The firepower of the Battalion headquarters was supposed to be superior.

“Oh my waist. Did you shout at the Marquis for nothing?”

Elio was slightly depressed, not knowing that all the Musketeers of the Batalion unit had died in the Heavenly Mountain Sword Spirit he had just unfolded.

After standing still for a long time, he trudged back to his chalet.

next day.

As soon as the day dawned, Elio went to Minos’ clinic.

This is because he needs to heal his wounds before going to the Iron Legion.

When I showed my shoulders and back to the therapist, the therapist asked carefully.

“Are you the Imperial Army?”

“no.”

“By the way, where did you get hurt like this? I think I

got hit by a magic gun…”

“Ugh! It seems that you have passed through the middle of the battlefield, rather than being swept away?”

Even as he spoke, the therapist diligently worked with his hands to treat the wound.

When the therapist bandaged his shoulder and back, Elio abruptly held out his hand.

The therapist who saw the charred palm of the young man said with an absurd face.

“Did your palms… burn again?”

“yes.”

“What can I do to make only one palm like this?”

“I could see the trail of the magic bullet, so I caught it just in case, and it turned out like this.”

“haha! Catch the magic bullet? Did you catch that?”

The therapist, who had been laughing, looked at the young man with new eyes.

Looking at the gambison (quilted armor) that knights in the central or northern regions wear, it is a knight.

I don’t know what’s going on with Minos, who is not even an Imperial army but a battlefield.

“I didn’t get caught.”

“You can’t catch everything you see.”

Elio silently nodded at the somewhat dizzying words.

After washing the palm of the hand with the drug, the therapist wrapped it several times with a thin bandage.

“Fortunately, the daisy wasn’t as big as it looked. I think you can apply the medicine for about three days. Change the bandage every day.”

“Do you wear bandages on your back and shoulders every day?”

“Yes, of course. The basis of treatment is cleanliness. You should also use clean bandages.”

“Is there a temple in Minos too?”

“Would you like to be healed by the priest?”

“If that is possible.”

Elio answered honestly.

The treatment process was cumbersome, so I wanted to finish it with one healing from the priest if possible.

“A priest who can heal must go to Krasion.”

“Ah… just pack plenty of medicine and bandages.”

“All right. By the way, there were rumors that a great battle took place in the eastern part of Minos last night… Were you injured while passing by?”

“A battle took place?”

“Did you not hear the sound of the magic cannon last night? We have a lot of concerns about whether we should move our treatment center to a safer place.”

Elio was stingy, but he didn’t show it.

Even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me, so it was better to just pretend I didn’t know.

Moments later, Elio walked out the door of the clinic with a cloth containing medicine and bandages.

And after going for a while, when no one was watching, I put it in Mahadam.

It is when he returns to the chalet and is resting.

Someone knocked on the cabin door.

“Are you inside?”

The familiar voice is Duke Cillian Hale of the Corvo Magic Corps.

Elio hurriedly opened the cabin door and went outside.

“Duke? welcome.”

Seeing Count Elio Lagoa’s bandaged hand, Duke Cillian Hale asked right away.

“What happened last night?”

“why?”

“The 32nd Division in the eastern part of Feromuros has been turned upside down. They told me to be careful because there was an unconfirmed artillery battle east of Minos last night. I’m just on my way to visit the site. It was smaller than the pit made by the magic cannon. Could it be something related to the count?”

Elio, who tilted his head as if he didn’t know something, spoke naturally.

“yes.”

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Elio told everything from yesterday morning to night.

“…I warned you that you would die if you touched me, but in the end, they sent some batalion troops. Seeing as there are about a hundred musketeers, it must be one platoon, right?”

“Tsk! It happened. Were you hurt then?”

Duke Cillian Hale’s gaze turned to the hand of Count Elio Lagoa.

Elio then raised his bandaged hand and smirked.

“I took Axisium with my hand and only suffered burns. Wasn’t that really normal?”

“Tsk tsk! They say you’re brave if you’re ignorant. If excitium was something that could be grasped, even the sword masters who say they fly would not have died. Is the other place okay?”

“I also took several hits in the shoulder and back. The therapist said it would take about 15 days.”

“The Grand Master’s body must be harder than the Sword Master’s. Sword masters die without even having time to receive treatment.”

“Because we used the shield together. Isn’t my name a magic swordsman?”

Elio said that self-defense is a shield.

In fact, in terms of function, there was nothing strange about it being a shield.

“Did you say it was one platoon?”

“yes.”

“If all the Battalion units were mobilized, even the Count wouldn’t have been safe.”

“I wouldn’t have died. Wizards have teleports, right?”

Elio thought, ‘I just need to use the Nine Dragon Transformation, which is like teleporting at the worst moment’.

Kowloon Transformation is a space teleportation technique that allows you to instantly move to a place you have been to before.

Unlike when he first arrived in northern Hirhera, there are many places he has been to now, so it was enough to run far away if he felt that he was not satisfied.

“Of course it is, but… Be careful though. You may not have time to teleport.”

To use teleport, you must clearly specify the place you want to go in your head and chant the start word with unwavering faith.

It is not easy to do in a situation where lives come and go.

“I will keep that in mind.”

Elio nodded without saying anything.

Guryong Transformation is a skill that is used while moving around, so there is no problem during battle, but I did not bother to explain it like that.

“Now what are you going to do with the Marquis of Stauran?”

“I’m going to do as I warned him.”

it’s about to kill

Duke Cillian Hale hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously.

“As the Count knows, the Marquis of Stauran is serving as the vanguard of the expeditionary force.”

“I told the Marquis, but I’m not interested in how the war turns out. Rather, I want to feed the crown prince with water at this point.”

Didn’t you say that you were playing with each other?

Elio also had feelings for the crown prince, who was behind the marquis.

The mouth of Duke Cillian Hale, who had been listening with a complicated face, opened with difficulty.

“The war will intensify. If that happens, only the pain of the people…”

“Will the pain of war go away if I save the Marquis?”

Duke Cillian Hale laughed bitterly.

In fact, talking about the suffering of the people was just a cliché.

Because war itself – more or less – would be a pain for the people.

“Do as the Count wishes.”