Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
Chapter 378

TL/Editor: raei

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Kira had been bound as a prisoner of the black wizards.

But when Ian created chaos, she freed herself with her skilled hands.

Kira made her own judgment and moved on her own.

This was the result.

She managed to join Ian just in time.

Whoosh!

Dragon fire swept over their heads.

Kira had deflected the flames at just the right moment.

Her fire magic was sophisticated enough to earn even Ian's recognition.

The flames cleared away the darkness Ian had summoned.

A natural stalemate ensued.

"[Tzitzimitl. Your body is not a demon's flesh.]"

[Yes. That's right... Pathetically fragile indeed.]

The demon wiped away flowing blood as it stepped back.

Tzitzimitl had been summoned to this world through possession.

Its magical abilities were demonic, but the body itself wasn't much different from a human's.

The wound from Ian's magic sword was lethal.

'Well. We've gained experience...'

Though Tzitzimitl was badly injured, Antios remained composed.

This was Tzitzimitl's debut performance.

He could forgive its clumsy fighting.

Experience would come with time.

'The body is damaged, but.'

Tzitzimitl was a possession vessel.

Unlike a real body... it could be discarded and transferred if necessary.

"Regent!"

More black wizards arrived.

They had followed Ian and Antios.

"It's time to end this, Ian."

Antios looked at Ian and said:

"You were the toughest, most stubborn wedge planted by the space-time wizards."

"Ah. Is that so?"

"But let me make one thing clear. You had a choice."

Ian calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The growing number of black wizards.

The dragon whose control he had lost.

And... the bleeding demon.

The enemy forces were overwhelmingly powerful.

Meanwhile, Ian had only one beloved companion by his side.

"...Can we escape?"

"Unless Gerard appears, I don't think it's possible."

A space-time wizard's spatial movement magic might work.

But there was no sign of Gerard.

Perhaps Larabel was interfering with him somewhere.

"Then we'll have to fight."

Kira smiled strangely.

Ian found her beautiful face both lovely and admirable.

Gone was the fake wizard who had worried about her identity.

When had she grown into such a splendid wizard?

"I need your help, Kira."

"Leave it to me!"

Ian and Kira stood back-to-back.

This wizard couple wouldn't stop fighting until one of them fell.

"[Predius. Tzitzimitl. Finish them off.]"

Antios commanded.

Ian also prepared his magic.

...

That's when it happened.

Boooooom-!

From far away, the sound of a horn echoed.

Having heard the sound a few times before, Ian raised his head.

'Hastria's army?'

It was the sound he'd heard when setting out on the expedition with Elia.

It was definitely Hastria's horn!

The black wizards stirred.

Even Antios frowned.

"When did they...!"

Faces Ian recognized began appearing one by one.

Surprisingly... most of them were people he knew.

"What? What's that?"

Ian broke into a smile.

It was a mixture of bewilderment and joy.

No joke—Ian could name more than half of these people.

"Predius! Today, in this place! I'll end our bitter connection!"

"I'll assist you, Sir."

Knights charging toward Predius.

Sir Salvador and Belenka stood at the front.

"Wh-where did these guys come from?!"

"Doesn't matter. You're all getting executed anyway."

Knights and soldiers fiercely pressing the black wizards.

Holy Knight Sir Reshach and the Pope's soldiers.

All were veterans among veterans with abundant combat experience.

Though the dragon and black wizards resisted, they surprisingly made little headway.

Sir Reshach was originally a knight who specialized in hunting black wizards—

Sir Salvador and Belenka had already fought the dragon several times.

They too were members of the dragon-slayer party!

"My goodness. To push back a dragon like that without even a ballista..."

"Idiot! Don't just stand there admiring—help us!"

Predius went berserk against the charging knights.

[You vermin! Get lost! I said get lost!]

But the knights skillfully maintained their distance, avoiding the dragon's attacks.

Sir Salvador's command especially shone.

"Don't go inside the dragon's arms! Surround it in a circle first! Its flank is its weakness!"

"Yes! Master!"

Sir Salvador had always been rich in monster hunting experience.

Plus, he'd accumulated combat experience by getting beaten(…) by Predius several times.

"Today... I'll finally cut off its windpipe!"

Sir Salvador shouted with gleaming eyes.

He was the kind of man who ground his teeth with hatred at the mere mention of Predius.

Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

He created a perfect anti-dragon formation, completely blocking the dragon's movements.

It was a moment when the old knight's expertise truly shone.

"[Warrior! Open your eyes!]"

[Skill: Using Hrundal's Blessing.]

Belenka had also received Ian's magic-buff, boosting her physical abilities.

The moment Predius looked away, Belenka immediately leaped up and swung her sword.

[You... vermin!]

Predius's aggro was completely focused on Belenka.

Thanks to this, the knights could easily surround the dragon.

And once surrounded, the dragon couldn't move carelessly.

Even the dragon's breath was useless.

"[Fire! I beg you!]"

"[Please, hide your spark!]"

Ian and Kira used magic simultaneously.

When two high-level fire wizards projected their will at once, a miraculous thing happened.

[What is this...!]

Predius's breath dried up.

More precisely... it changed so that fire wouldn't ignite.

Master fire wizards could perform the trick of creating an environment where fire couldn't catch at all.

Predius instantly found itself in crisis.

Antios immediately moved to rescue Predius.

"[Tzitzimitl!]"

The demon Tzitzimitl swung tentacles filled with death power.

Where the embodied death fell, corpses of soldiers appeared in heaps.

The cause of death... heart attack.

"Sir Salvador!"

"Maintain formation! Don't give the dragon an escape route!"

When the demon wielded its death whip, gaps naturally opened.

It was an inevitable result caused by a supernatural being.

"Damn! The dragon is escaping!"

If its wings had been intact, it would have flown away, but one of Predius's wings was currently damaged.

It was an injury sustained when Antios shot down the dragon to knock Ian off.

Moreover, due to excessive exposure to death power, Predius's body was in a severely weakened state.

If it couldn't break through the encirclement now... it would surely die.

"Anton! We need to stop that demon!"

"I'll spray groundwater—handle the rest! Old man Carl! Dig up some ground!"

"...Working on it."

The wizards prepared their magic, but they were a bit slow.

Sir Reshach tried to draw the demon's attention with his holy magic.

But a certain famous monk was one step faster.

"S-Saint Marcus sayeth!"

Takarion of the [Golden Finger].

He pushed through the chaotic battlefield and stood before the demon.

The monk did what he could.

"D-dark beings! Can never defeat the sun...!"

[Ha. What amusing words... servant of the Sky God.]

Takarion preached the words of the Sky God to the demon...!

It wasn't difficult.

He'd been doing this with a pen all along!

He was even good at it.

Good enough to completely grab the attention of Tzitzimitl, the abyssal demon!

"[Tzitzimitl!]"

Antios urgently called to the demon.

Right now, Tzitzimitl needed to keep the enemy knights in check.

Otherwise, the dragon would die!

"[Ignore that babbling monk! Don't you have something you need to do?!]"

[Silence. Are you telling me to ignore this fool praising the heavens right before me?]

Antios was flabbergasted.

Though he was an excellent summoner, he had little expertise in demonology.

He couldn't predict how much hatred demons harbored for the Sky God!

"[Tzitzimitl!]"

The demon ignored Antios's command and approached Takarion.

It was such a powerful demon that it could ignore its summoner's orders.

[Keep babbling. What was that about heaven's glory?]

"D-don't come near! Demon! Saint Marcus will protect me!"

[Foolish monk... no saint will protect you...]

"Argggh! Get away! Marcus! Protect me from this demon!!!"

Takarion turned and ran without looking back.

Well, it couldn't be helped.

He was just a monk, not a cleric who could handle holy magic.

But... he certainly knew how to grab aggro.

"The demon is moving!"

"Anton! Get ready!"

Wizards Carl and Anton drew up groundwater.

Simultaneously, ice wizard Krysus froze it.

The demon's feet were bound.

"Sister Herta!"

"[Thunder! Roar!]"

Crash!

A bolt of lightning struck Tzitzimitl.

"Oh no...!"

Antios's attention was drawn to Tzitzimitl—

But the real problem was unfolding with Predius.

With Tzitzimitl gone, the encirclement tightened again.

And Predius, with its depleted health and concentration, was crumbling before the knights' attacks.

Kyaaaaaaah-!

A terrible scream echoed.

"Predius!"

Antios belatedly turned to Predius...

But it was already too late.

"A monster like you coming back to life? I'm not even surprised."

Belenka, wearing a silver helmet, stood atop the dragon's head.

"Come back to life as many times as you want. I'll kill you just as many!"

A longsword gleaming with silver pierced the dragon's eye.

The sword was firmly thrust all the way to the back of the dragon's head.

Thud!

...Predius died.

Without room for excuse, definitively.

"Regent!"

Necromancer Bertholdt arrived late to the battlefield.

He was shocked to see the fallen dragon.

"No! This can't be!"

Bertholdt drew forth the mystery of death, forcibly raising the dragon's body.

"[Mystery of death!]"

Though already a corpse, he intended to deploy it as a zombie-dragon on the battlefield.

Better than nothing...!

But Bertholdt's zombies didn't help change the battlefield's momentum.

Ian and Kira were already preparing new magic.

"[Flames that will burn the world!]"

"[Power of destruction!]"

Tremendous flames began to gather.

Bertholdt's limbs stiffened.

...He knew what this magic was.

When he had attacked Ian with the [Human King] in the past.

It was this very fire magic that had swept away his undead!

"[Karma fire! Engulf the enemies!]"

Overwhelming heat covered the surroundings.

The zombie dragon Bertholdt had summoned with effort... turned to ashes in a moment of blinding light.

Bertholdt surveyed the battlefield with blank eyes.

The black wizard army being chased by Hastria and the Pope's soldiers.

The limp Tzitzimitl and the charred Predius...

For a moment, Bertholdt's eyes met Ian's.

The wizard's eyes still gleamed with intelligence.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

'Have I... lost?'

Though he didn't want to admit it.

The black wizards had been defeated.

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