Reincarnation Band Magician

"incredible……"

Fulilian had always known that these two people had a secret, but she had never thought about it deeply because of laziness and fear - she was afraid that if she remembered too much, their figures would appear more and more in her memories.

It took her a thousand years before she thought of Volame less often, and she didn't want to go through another thousand years of even more pain.

She really didn't understand them at all.

"Space movement?"

Or something else beyond her imagination?

Flillian couldn't tell.

Qing, who was planning a strategy, found that Xiangzi left quietly and felt helpless. Although this was indeed a rational choice, he didn't even say hello. That self-righteous and stubborn feeling came back to him.

The next time we meet, I must put my hand on her shoulder and give her a good talk. If necessary, I will even spank her. I must let her know what a team is.

Let's focus on the battle for now.

"I've wanted to tell Fulilian about this before, but... well, to make a long story short, we were sent here by a goddess—the goddess of our original world. Does Fulilian have any concept of 'another world'?"

"I see. No wonder you seem so strange sometimes."

Legend has it that the goddess will take the souls of the righteous to heaven. Later, some people used this as a theme to give a specific description of the relatively vague concept of heaven. Now, it has evolved into the idea that people will go to another world to live whether they live or die.

It's not difficult to understand.

"Anyway, I have a way to escape..."

The elf interrupted him, "Then run away. You don't need to face Mahat at this time."

Qing refused. "If I leave, he will come after you. It's too dangerous. Even if there's even a slight possibility that he might attack you, I won't let you face it alone."

"Of course I know, but don't underestimate me. Even Mahat——"

"It's not that I look down on you, but I understand you for sure, Fulilian. I'm worried about you. You seem lazy, greedy, and dull... But I don't doubt that you have something you absolutely insist on.

"In the years we've been together, you've never let up. If you were alone with Mahat, would you run away? Look me in the eyes and answer."

Fulilian didn't look at it, but just muttered, "I'm different from you."

"Besides, Fulilian," Qing turned around and stared at the elf, "with the two of us together, even Mahat can be defeated, right? This might also be an opportunity, if we are targeting the Demon King."

"That guy won't fight for the Demon King. He must have been dragged here by the All-Knowing One this time. Phew... I really can't argue with you, Qing."

Fulilian was always straightforward and decisive. She didn't try to persuade him for the third time. Her cyan eyes stared into the distance. "Retreat when danger strikes. I'm a magician who has lived for a thousand years. Don't underestimate me, kid."

This point was specifically emphasized.

Qing nodded in agreement, "Of course."

This journey must have a period, or at least an ellipsis.

They understood each other's determination.

Qing has confidence in Fulilian, and Fulilian has confidence in him too. Even Xiangzi, who has left, firmly believes that they will see each other again. His only worry is the heartache that they will be hurt again.

"There's one thing, Fulilian. I want you to forget about it for now, so as not to have any rash thoughts. You must rely on my judgment when the time comes."

"You speak first."

"You agree first."

The elf puffed up his cheeks. "If you dare to say something like running away, I will cry beside you every night until you die."

"Absolutely not..."

As they waited, the familiar demons appeared in their field of vision.

……

Mahat's memory stayed at the time when he was communicating with Shulahat. He had many doubts, but he didn't want to think about them now.

He must have just experienced a pleasant battle, and his physical condition has declined a little. Even after recovery, he is not at his best.

This is fine. It is boring to deliberately suppress one's own strength. The current state is just right for me to fully enjoy the second battle.

Qing will not let him down.

Mahat firmly believes this.

This was a follow-up to the previous invitation, and he vaguely realized that this trip would come to a temporary end and would not continue until many years later.

No problem, he can wait.

Before that, let's try to understand it better in battle.

It won't be a difficult fight, but it's bound to be impressive.

Mahat firmly believed this.

We met.

But the situation was somewhat different from what he expected. The demon held up his coat and his eyes stayed on Qing's ears, sensing a different temperament from usual.

Very similar to the elf next to it.

"Is this... some kind of magical effect? ​​It definitely gives me the same feeling as Fulilian and some of the elves I've seen before."

"That's it."

"I remember now. Aura said you transformed into a demon and attacked her. I thought it was nonsense before, but now it seems to be true. Why not use that posture?"

Qing combed her long hair into a high ponytail and answered the other party's doubts, "If you are an opponent, this form is more advantageous. Elves have strong concentration and thinking speed."

By becoming a demon, your magic will become more flexible, your mobility will increase, and your control over your body will also improve.

But it is not enough. To defend against Mahat's magic of turning everything into gold requires extremely high reaction speed. Maintaining such vigilance and using magic will undoubtedly cause a decrease in accuracy and power, which almost cancels out the combined effect.

"Besides, I also have teammates."

Just like when fighting Solitaire, leave the long-range combat to your teammates, and as a warrior you just need to rush to the front.

Qing held the nightingale and the swift tightly.

Dual swords would do better.

This is their second fight with Mahat. If they don’t fight with style, the mustache uncle in heaven will sigh.

Flillian raised her wand.

The "liveliness" on Mahat's face that imitated that of a human faded, revealing the indifference of a demon, and he also responded with full concentration.

"I understand. Last question, Xiangzi, is he buried? Well, your expressions don't look like it, so he left, in some way I don't understand. Qing, you often take risks, but never put your friends in danger. Did you not leave this time because of restrictions? I guess it's because Fulilian can't leave."

The demons were naturally observant and quickly analyzed the information.

"I promise in the name of Golden Country Mahat that I will not kill her. So, Qing, use all your strength and don't run away."

The color of crystal attached to the two swords. Qing took a deep breath and felt his hands trembling slightly, shaking with excitement and fear.

"I can't guarantee it, but I will show you the growth I've made during this period."

Crossing his swords in front of him, Qing earnestly stated his name, "Next time we meet, I'll be a hero! Qing, please teach me."

"A name...it really makes me happy, Qing. Then, the Seven Collapse Sages, the Golden Land Mahat——"

The great demon shook his coat, and it condensed into a heavy weapon.

"here."

"Boom!"

The halberd head shattered the earth, and the golden magic was activated. The broken soil, stones, branches, leaves... all the fragments turned into golden particles, which were controlled and circulated by the magic power.

Grinding the surrounding soil further expanded the scale around Mahat.

Such as storms, sandstorms, tsunamis and mudslides.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The sound, as fine as raindrops, is the high-speed moving gold particles and fragments.

High density, high quality, in a modern environment that is familiar to the Qing Dynasty, similar things are chainsaws, meat grinders and fragmentation grenades.

Take a deep breath.

Qing rushed forward with his sword.

A battle to give your name.

No, it's not a fight between humans and beasts.

A short break on the journey: 217, The Weight of Gold

The hard and dense fragments were like a golden dragon, surrounding them and flowing at high speed. The air penetrated the gaps, making a sharp sound.

In this era, no human can withstand such an offensive, and no one can break through such a defense.

The warriors' mobility can only guarantee their escape, but they can never hurt Mahat, who is protected by gold...

No, it should be said that there are no such people "now". Half a day ago, such people still existed.

As they moved, Qing saw blood oozing from Mahat's body, injuries inflicted by the Southern Hero.

It's not fatal, but a decline in condition is inevitable.

Qing gripped his swords tightly, full of energy.

"That's your fault, right? I can't lose face."

Rushing towards the golden dragon head.

Mahat hesitated for a moment, but was instantly eliminated.

There was no need for him to dodge in this state.

"Ding ding ding..."

Intensive collision sounds.

It was crystal. Qing created the crystal that wrapped those fragments. It was also indestructible and hard. Pure physical attacks could not break through the crystal wall. Without this magic, he would definitely choose to fly away holding Fulilian.

However, the magic power attached to the gold will dissolve the crystal, and conversely, after the magic power is consumed, there will be gaps when it is reattached.

Qing must seize such an opportunity.

【So fast……】

Mahat had a blank expression on his face. While manipulating the gold, he gripped the trident tightly, ready for the first strike.

He has the close combat level of an average demon general, but he has never encountered an opponent like Qing.

His skills were not suitable for dealing with both humans and demons, and his talent in close combat was not outstanding, and he could not compare with generals with divine skills or military gods who had experienced various battles and could quickly adapt and gain experience.

If you lack experience, you need to think. No, you must think. You can't let your fighting instinct run wild. Otherwise...

"Ding--"

[They will make wrong judgments.]

He only had time to block one sword, and the other, lighter and faster sword called "Swift", scraped his skin.

The curse took effect, and a few grains of red sand fell into the wind and turned golden.

You have to think, but your thinking will be slow; and if you follow your instincts, you will adopt the wrong approach because you have never faced such an enemy before.

For Qing, everything is slow.

Mahat ignored the wound on his face and used special force to send the pick flying.

I'm slow to exert force because of the wound.

As expected, he shouldn't have been so lucky. He shouldn't have engaged in close combat without Jinsha's support. Moreover, Qing had hidden strength. He swung his sword even faster than usual.

Mahat immediately decided to adjust his strategy and increase his magic power investment. In a competition of magic power, he had the advantage. Qing needed to create a large crystal wall to block the gold, while he only needed to break through a little.

The trident smashed down again, creating more golden sand.

Just go like this...

"call out!"

When the sound was heard, the gold transformed itself, so the magic cannon only scratched the clothes.

[Flillian, a seasoned elf, don't underestimate her.]