大神同学要被吃掉

Level 102 Alien, Richardson.

Indeed, the skills of the Spiritist above level 100 were unusual.

While Ryu Han-bin’s ‘stab’ was intense, he activated a protective spiritual skill on Pyotr with his quick judgment.

The power was also impeccable, making him endure even Han-bin’s ‘stab’ that he used to deal with every enemy in a single blow.

‘That’s why people go after the Spiritist first in many battles.’

Han-bin ignored Richardson’s existence, not because he didn’t know. Rather, he didn’t get a chance.

As much as people were always after them, experienced Spiritists were used to securing safe positions.

It was a shame.

‘I was wondering if I had the best chance…’

Pyotr was gasping and retreating to the other Aliens.

It was such a powerful blow.

He managed to avoid immediate death, but his whole body was a mess.

Richardson put other spiritual arts on him.

“Light of Althea, envelop my hands with healing power.”

And he clicked his tongue while checking the body condition of Pyotr.

“Oh, shit, you’re healing slowly. How strong is the residual Aura?”

Despite performing the highest-level spiritual art, Pyotr recovered only to the extent that he escaped fatal injuries at best.

It was proof that the Valtara warrior’s Aura was indeed powerful.

Pyotr replied, staring at Ryu Han-bin.

“His Aura is strong, but his basic physical abilities are too high. What level is he actually at?”

Although differences depended on one’s talent, the Guideline usually increased the Aliens’ bonus traits the higher their level.

In the case of Pyotr, two additional physical strength points per 10 levels were added.

At level 1, the figure rose by 2, and it was four at level 11 and 6 at level 21.

If the level was over 50, it increased by 3, and when the level was over 100, it increased by 4.

Muscle strength levels rose every two levels, increasing by 28 from level 100.

Although it seemed like a huge increase, it was not necessarily the case as it often took several years to level up once after level 100.

Level 104 Swordsman Pyotr had a physical strength of 696.

His pure strength alone was enough to counter a level 60 warrior, even if they amplified their power with Aura.

Nevertheless, Pyotr was pushed back with ease.

How strong was his opponent’s physical ability to do such a feat?

“Estimated level is 120? Or higher?”

But when he saw Han-bin fighting again, he thought it was just that much.

Did it seem that his Aura skill was not as good as his physical abilities?

It was based on the Guideline.

Other Aliens shook their heads and stared at Ryu Han-bin.

“Anyway, he’s not ordinary.”

“He is the successor to a monster. It wouldn’t be strange for him to be a monster as well.”

“Gasp, bad memories…”

Some of them seemed to have fought directly against the Sword King Baotolt.

Nevertheless, since they survived, they earned the right to be called one of the strongest individuals that couldn’t be ignored.

‘I can’t go for a battle of attrition…”

Ryu Han-bin took a look at the situation of the other members.

* * *

Leon Hart was in a fierce battle against the four Aliens.

His entire body was wrapped in a coat of Uroboros and flew up into the air.

In that condition, his brilliant spiritual arts shone.

-Ectoplasmic Javelins!

Dozens of spears rained down on the Aliens’ heads.

The Aliens rushed to escape the offensive in a hurry to defend themselves.

Utilizing the gap caused by it, he sent a gust of wind that penetrated through the enemies.

“Yessen’s anger, envelop my hands!”

Flames enveloped both of his hands.

“Burn my enemy with Preleu’s wrath!”

As the wind circled around his legs, he delivered continuous kicks!

“Taaaaaaaah!”

The formidable blows were all aimed at the Aliens.

But they didn’t get pushed back easily either.

“You think that would work? Huh?”

With a roar, a middle-aged Alien equipped with a large mace and shield attacked.

Both the mace and the shield were filled with formidable Aura energy.

After swinging the large mace to block Leon Hart’s rush, he counterattacked using the shield’s corner where Aura was concentrated.

Zoom!

Every time the shield was swung, shockwaves were constantly heard.

It was a typical one-sided barrage using the Sword-and-Shield style.

Behind Leon Hart, a woman with a sleek body rushed in as well.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Sword Dance of Brilliance!

Every time the Magic Swordswoman wielded her twin blades, a rainbow-colored sword light flashed everywhere.

Using her swords of hallucination, she sent both true swings and illusory attacks.

No matter how strong Leon Hart was, he couldn’t differentiate which was false and which was true.

He had no choice but to avoid all the attacks.

However, a Mage stopped him from moving.

“Rise, Earth! Aggressive Terra Stone!”

An awl of rock sprang up and disturbed Leon Hart’s balance.

The twisted ground greatly restricted his movements.

The two Aliens excitedly dug deep into Leon Hart’s left and right sides, whose speed had decreased.

“You got caught, Latnain!”

It was at that moment-

“You’re the ones who got caught!”

With a smile of remorse, Leon Hart shook his hands from side to side.

“Black Spear!”

He pretended to be pushed back to intentionally narrow the distance, allowing him to fire a lethal blow.

Two lines of darkness passed through their shoulders and thighs.

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

With a painful groan, the Aliens who were attacking him fell back.

They turned their bodies narrowly to prevent the break of their limbs, but blood still spilled from their wounds like fountains.

That would certainly have destroyed their combat capabilities, but Leon Hart was not pleased.

One of the Aliens was a Spiritist.

“Rejuvenate them, Flames of Yessen!”

The Level 93 Spiritist, who was acting as support for the war situation, immediately cast a healing spell.

Leon Hart’s remaining energy made it impossible to cure them completely, but the hemostasis was instantaneously done.

‘I threw a spear made of Darkness, and all it caused was little injuries?’

Once again, the Aliens went in to fight Leon Hart and laughed sarcastically.

“I’ve heard that there’s a new profession called the Spiritual Boxer…”

“It’s not that amazing to fight against you.”

“You’re a Magic Swordsman who can take blows well and don’t use the sword, right?”

Leon Hart murmured with admiration.

“It’s not easy to deal with being from Akhtarun.”

* * *

Kibie was in a better situation than Ryu Han-bin or Leon Hart.

“Taaaaaaaah!”

The black-haired beauty took a low stance and stabbed at them with her long spear.

Dark Aura embroidered the air one after another.

An Alien Swordsman wielded a red blade Aura to prevent the attack.

The shock of two Auras colliding spread the ripple of light one after another.

Boom!

Taking advantage of the confusion, Kibie reached out her hands while holding her spear back.

-Aura Strike!

The black Aura bullets secretly dug into her opponents’ blindspots.

The opponent wasn’t able to respond because she was aiming for an exquisite psychological bluff.

The Alien received a shock on his side, causing him to stagger.

“Argh!”

He stumbled and revealed a big opening around his chest.

However, Kibie wasn’t greedy.

Instead, she swung her long spear to the other side.

“How dare you?!”

The pitch-black spear clashed with the blue blade Aura, causing an explosion.

Boom!

The level 96 Alien Swordsman was aiming for her back.

If she stopped moving, she would have allowed a surprise attack.

“This feels great!”

Clicking her tongue, her opponent continued the assault.

In retaliation, the silver-haired girl swung her twin blades and cut in between the two.

– Magic Swordsmanship: Howling Thunder Attack!

Lightning was fired with every swing she delivered.

Rumbling!

In a panic, the Alien Swordsman stepped back.

“What the hell is that?”

The Howling Thunder Attack was originally just a technique that dispersed a large number of bolts.

However, the silver-haired girl was constantly changing her sword’s direction to match the random electrifying waves.

She was a really bad opponent for the Alien, who only used the Guideline’s sword skills.

“You use Magic Swordsmanship techniques in a really weird way, don’t you?”

The Alien Swordsman clicked his tongue as he tried to defend himself.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Firebird’s Flames!

A firebird zoomed in with its wings spread out.

He knew all too well that it would be better to push ahead with the power of Magic Swordsmanship itself if he was inferior in terms of swordsmanship itself.

Indeed, Effir couldn’t keep closing in.

She stepped back, parrying his attacks with her weapons.

Kibie filled the gap.

-Aura Smash!

The pitch-black Aura split the firebird.

And again, Effir went on the offensive.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Race of the Thunder God!

After destroying the opponent’s attack with a powerful Aura skill, the silver-haired girl launched a sophisticated Magic Swordsmanship technique.

The Aliens gritted their teeth as they struggled to block the twin blades containing the thunderous attack.

“Oh, my God! How is she that good of a sword user?!”

“It’s not like they don’t grow old like us…”

“You must be young.”

Born with talent, Effir was extremely adept at adapting to the situation.

Thanks to Leon Hart’s special training, Kibie was able to show off her skills as well.

Their teamwork continued to connect seamlessly.

They were fighting in perfect harmony.

“Here we go again, Effir!”

“Yes, sister!”

Their abilities were amazing, and the Aliens couldn’t launch a deadly counterattack on Kibie because of the prohibition.

Thanks to that, they kept being pushed back despite their party having one more member than their opponents did.

Watching the scene, Sam Freil, a level 95 Mage, gritted his teeth.

‘Oh, shit, they’re not supposed to lose that way!’

However, he wasn’t doing anything even though he was supposed to assist them.

He was still stuck in a fierce magic battle with the red-haired young man.

* * *

“Melt luminosity itself, Blazing Incineration!”

Dozens of fireballs merged in the air and turned into a huge sphere.

It was a level 90 flame magic invoked by Artis.

Sam Freil immediately cast a defensive spell in return.

“Blooming North Sea Power, Frozen Orb!”

A huge silver bead deflected the hot air and cut off its connection with the flames.

He then immediately counterattacked.

“I’ll return it as it is! Blazing Incineration!”

The same spell was flying towards Artis.

Unfortunately, Artis had no talent to defend with ice magic like Sam.

Instead, he used the mana tools he was equipped with.

“Terra surfing! BLINK!”

The earth wavered and pushed Artis back.

At the same time, he disappeared from the air and appeared in another place.

Flames raged on the empty land.

Boom!

The earth melted as the temperature of the vicinity rose.

However, Artis had already escaped the offensive safely.

He combined the level 80 earth magic and Terra Surfing with the space magic Blink.

“Good job, but I’ve been in this damn hell for decades!”

In admiration, Sam prepared the next magic spell.

Artis also aimed his staff at him with a calm expression.

‘Oh, he shouldn’t know my abilities are limited to flame magic.’

The Aliens’ Guideline wouldn’t be triggered unless he directly recognized his opponent’s mana tools.

Thanks to that, Artis could invoke mana tools while pretending he was using those magic spells himself.

Artis continued to cast magic spells as he looked at the overall war situation.

‘What’s going on right now?’

Kibie and Effir were fighting three Aliens without difficulty through a hit-and-run tactic.

He still had enough mana.

He felt like he could maintain the situation like that for a while.

Leon Hart was fighting well against the four Aliens.

Overall, the victory was with Han-bin’s group.

If they continued at that rate, they would win.

‘But that doesn’t mean we have particular advantages.’

Under the current situation, having a battle of attrition would spell defeat for Han-bin’s group.

In addition to Akhtarun’s Aliens, Eflen and the Fairy Kingdom’s army was still around.

Even if they could get rid of the Aliens after a long fight, they wouldn’t have the power to fight the army. They’d be overwhelmed by them.

‘Fortunately, it’s still hasn’t been proven, but…”

The Aliens’ participation was as intended.

Of course, they had prepared a countermeasure.

The problem was the prerequisite for the countermeasure.

With anxious eyes, Artis glared at Ryu Han-bin.

‘… Still not ready, Han-bin?’