Magan to Dangan o Tsukatte Isekai o Buchinuku! - 331 Lesson 330

Ifria and Peacock confront each other in the middle of the hall.

The sharp eyes of both sides intertwine.

The tranquil atmosphere reached its peak sharply, moving almost simultaneously.

“Gaaaaaa!”

Huge to its original size, Ifria tries to work out her magic and spit it out in the form of a brace from her mouth.

“Piece of shit!”

The peacock, who spread his feathers wide as he danced against him, magically cast them against his own feathers, releasing them toward Iphria.

Powerful heat and heat – intense attacks collide.

“Gaaaaaa!”

“Pious!”

Both are strong magical attacks, whose attacks are unstoppably bumped, offset and scattered with remnants of magic all around them.

There’s so much enthusiasm in a habitual person that they think it’s even painful to breathe without measures. This space crowns the flames. It’s arguably the best place for their battle.

In response to their attack, the surrounding temperatures keep rising.

The momentum of Ifria’s braces has not diminished, and the peacocks who fight it are winging one after the other.

It was thought that the antagonistic state would continue, but the peacock would strike out first into the next hand.

Keep the ejecting feathers in front of you and strike out additional feathers to aim for Ifria from the side.

The braces can only be put forward, so they cannot cope with attacks from the side.

“Pippy!”

The peacock smiles.

Ifria, who has been hostile to himself alone. Sure, he’s a powerful brace user, but it’s because he decided that’s all he was going to do.

“Whoa, whoa!

Ifria, who knew there was no way Peacock was going to attack him from all the front, sees the feather move and interrupts the braces.

Wings fall from the front, from the side, and even from the top, and the attack is concentrated at once.

When the blades pour down to Ifria, a mass of heat becomes a pillar and winds up.

“Mr. Ifria!

I don’t think I’ve been hit, but Caro speaks up unexpectedly to my buddy’s pinch.

But Atal, the contractor, watched with a calm look.

Because Ifria could be seen to spread her own wings wide enough to coincide with the moment when the feathers landed.

“Now what…”

and a grunting peacock, but soon you will be surprised to open your eyes.

“Such a good feather!

Ifria twists her body in momentum and rotates well, dropping her feathers with her wings.

‘Huh, that sounds like a lot to do. But how about this!

It was a knocked down feather, but several of them stick to the wings of Ifria.

And then it ignites and burns its wings.

“Do I have flames…!?

I tried to say that flames don’t work, but if you look closely, the flames are blue in color and of a different quality than normal flames.

“I have trouble getting my flames to go with the normal ones. It heals the flames of regeneration, the wounds of me and my companions, and strikes the enemy as a threat. It’s a flame that burns.”

“Mm-hmm. Whoa.”

Blue flames twitch and damage Ifria, who is resistant to flames and has the power to absorb them.

Ifria will also taste her first experience of her own body being burned.

“Uh-oh!”

Damage accumulates as it is. You have to think of something.

“Ifria! Play it fly!

The claws I see speak out loud. It’s not exactly a word for what to do.

“I know, I know, I know!

Feeling as if he had gained a glimmer of light, Ivoria stops moving and works out her magic.

‘Whoa, whoa!

And blow magic out of your body to create a single membrane. The membrane bounced off the blue flame.

“Ha, ha, ha… it’s not gonna work next time”

Determined to be effective, Ifria shall continue to maintain the membrane of magic and serve as a defense against the flames of the peacocks.

“Hmm, you seem to be the only one with power, but the one up there seems different… I see, the one called buddy”

Peacock was still looking down on Ifria, but looked intrigued about Atar, who had improved the situation by simple advice.

“Are you going to fool me? Ahhh!

“Ifria!”

Atal stops Ifria trying to leave it to anger to jump on the peacock.

contractor, but thus his words resound so clearly to Ifria that they are not comparable to the voices called by anyone else.

“Look, he doesn’t just seem great. It also has power, uses a different blue flame, and the amount of magic is not normal. Plus, provoking is taking away your calm and making it easier to fight. You’re too angry right now. Take a deep breath once and look closely at them.”

Atal scolds and tries to calm him down that he can’t fight Peacock properly as if he’s lost his cool in anger.

“Mmmm.”

Either Atal’s emotions were conveyed or Ifria, who regained her composure, sees her body. There were burns in several places.

And look at the peacock.

Its body, which is quietly spraying its wings, is still intact and has not been damaged.

“… Su Ha, Su Ha”

The anger was sedated in Atal’s words, and he was regaining even more calm by taking a deep breath, as he was told.

“Peacock, let me tell you something first, I’m not good at it. There’s me, there’s these guys. Companionship is about working together. Like you guys, there’s no way each of us is strong. Ifria, if you calm down, that’s not who you’re dealing with…… right?

Pale, but now he dares speak in a tone where Atal looks down at the peacock.

– I see, you’re absolutely right.

Ifria laughs niggardly as she regains her temper in the wake of Atal’s words.

Peacock, who felt shown off what he couldn’t hold against the reaction of the two of them, now it was his turn to show frustration.