Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 79: Artificial Flowers Have No Scent

Chapter 79 Artificial Flowers Have No Scent

Trixie was still not used to trusting others.

But she tried her best to rely on them.

Beckys defense using ice, Louiss sight control using flash. 

Now it was Trixies turn to deal a critical hit to Ice Wolf .

Screech!

Fire and ice elements collided in the air.

The aftermath of the clash of opposing elements was tremendous. 

The surroundings quickly turned into a foggy area.

Ugh

Trixie clenched her teeth. 

She felt a huge burden every time she clashed with Ice Wolfs element.

The gap in their realms was still large.

Ice Wolf could unleash the same power as her double-element manifestation with just one swipe of his claw.

Not only that, his huge body also had an incredible agility.

Bang! Crash!

Her arm tingled every time the elements collided. 

The circuits that ran through her body like veins felt like they would burn up.

Her body and clothes were soaked. 

She could somehow melt the ice, but she couldnt evaporate it.

She could barely open her eyes in the pouring droplets. 

It was natural that her vision narrowed.

She already knew the answer. 

In this situation, she had to focus more on defense than offense.

Im not even a mage.

But Trixie didnt want to lose.

At least, she didnt want to back down in terms of elements.

How dare you.

And then, her will to not run away made a noticeable difference. 

Her output increased.

She applied Flans teachings.

She poured all her output into purity. 

She shaped her fire into a wolf form.

Snap!

Manifestation.

Trixies fire wolf bit Ice Wolfs neck.

Crash!

Thud.

With a loud noise, Ice Wolfs ice fangs and claws fell to the ground. 

Louis and Becky stared at them blankly.

Did we kill it?

Becky muttered to himself.

And then, Ice Wolf got up again. 

At the same time, the three students bodies stiffened.

Awooo.

A different level of magic power vibrated the mages bodies.

Ice Wolfs eyes became deeper and bluer. 

His body size doubled and his fangs and claws grew sharper.

What, what, what? We have to knock it down twice?

Ahaha Yeah. Didnt see that coming.

Becky swallowed his saliva, looking up at the huge body.

Flan Shouldnt Flan come here too? You, you, it looks too strong

Is Flan still grading?

The three heads turned in one direction.

Soon, they saw a man.

He was sitting calmly among countless knights.

Is that a clone It looks dangerous there too.

Trixie murmured.

At the same time, the sea of clones slowly covered Flan.

The great sword that exerted its power, the rapier that pierced the subtle gap, the sword that struck honestly Countless knights attacked like waves.

The momentum was similar to a tsunami. 

It seemed to swallow the mage with its threatening mouth.

Flan calmly formed his element.

The moment Fire Wolf burned his whole body and swept the battlefield. 

It dyed the surroundings red and pushed back the wave of clones.

Spitting fire, protecting Flan with his body 

Fire Wolfs movements were favorable to Flan.

Is that Flans doing?

It seems so.

Flan controlled Fire Wolf with his fingertips covered with fire. 

He looked like a conductor playing a melody.

Fire Wolf was not protecting Flan voluntarily. 

He was manipulated to do so.

Wow

Becky let out an admiration without knowing.

The command continued.

The bounced clones vaporized and disappeared, and Flan was still sitting calmly.

A perfect defense that allowed no attack or approach.

At some point, the eyes of the three and Flan met.

Flan quietly folded his index finger.

He tapped his eyes twice with it, then pointed at the three twice with his fingertip.

The meaning was clear.

The three turned their bodies back to Ice Wolf without a word.

Awooo!

The roar of the beast, which was extremely fierce looked rather kind.

Needless to say, Fire Wolf was interested in fire.

My pure flame received more hospitality than expected. 

Using this, I was currently controlling Fire Wolf as if he was a summoned beast.

Was it when I was using his fiery claws and fangs to get rid of the clones?

Hey, Cassel! What are you doing?

Igor snapped at Cassel, annoyed.

Cassel bit his lips hard. 

He couldnt easily spit out the words that he was doing his best.

It was also a pleasure to observe the changes in the expressions of the three. 

Their stupid faces, slowly sinking into the swamp of confusion, were another proof to me.

Igors shout continued.

Hey! Do it right!

Shut up.

Cassels eyes flashed with blood.

In his eyes, I felt a strong will that he would never taste humiliation in this place.

Ill do it properly now.

As soon as Cassel muttered and drew his sword, he disappeared. Instead, countless Cassel dolls appeared and started moving as one.

But I closed my eyes instead. I radiated mana thinly around me, and that was enough.

Hes determined, at least.

Movement. 

That was the only thing he worked on.

Precision.

The movement of each doll, as if it was a different life form, the cunningness of aiming at different vital points of the target.

It was a decent level compared to the summoning category of magic.

In fact, many magicians had trouble handling summoned beasts.

Quite a lot of them struggled against this.

But as always.

I dont belong to quite a lot of them.

I avoid the sword. 

The sword of the clone doesnt cut even a hem of my clothes. 

No, not even a strand of my hair.

In the end, every movement has a subtle wave, and I receive that information from the widely radiated mana.

As long as this transmission is not blocked, there is no way I will be hit by the sword.

Chwak!

I ordered Fire Wolf to lightly scratch the face of the original. 

A red line appeared on his cheek and blood droplets formed.

Cassel wiped the blood flowing down his face with a flustered face.

You know Im the original?

I didnt bother to answer. 

It was obvious.

Cassel looked confused. 

He desperately searched for the second one.

Wendy. Whats with that kid?

What?

What kind of person is he, how much mana does he have left, what kind of things does he see Tell me everything! I dont care if youre vague, just make sense!

Cassel finally lost his composure and shouted. 

The second of the four siblings, Wendy, quietly drew her sword.

Woong, the sword vibrated with a sound and made a sharp noise. 

At the same time, I felt something tapping on my forehead.

A sword that reads minds. Im intrigued.

I didnt resist, but welcomed it. 

I was curious about the difference between this and magic interference, so I willingly opened my mind.

Wendy closed her eyes and concentrated. 

She also opened her mouth.

First of all

But she never finished her sentence. 

The next moment, she tilted her head.

?

Wendy tilted her head from side to side, and Cassel urged her impatiently.

Hurry up. Hurry.

Uh.

Wendy narrowed her eyes as if to focus more.

At the same time, a thought-form shaped like a snake started crawling in my head.

This is how it feels.

I wondered how much mental power a second-year knight student had, and I decided to test it.

I drew a thought-form that looked exactly the same in my head. 

No, that would be boring, so I doubled its size.

And then, I kept growing it endlessly.

!

Soon after, Wendy shuddered as if in a seizure.

Hee, heek!

She opened her eyes wide and collapsed on the floor.

The look in her eyes was no longer that of a human.

Whats wrong with you?

Heek! Heeek! Ee, eee!

She pointed at me with the tip of her sword while sitting on the floor. Her arm trembled like a twisted branch.

You What are you! What are you! Heee!

You should take care of your own mind before you try to disturb others.

I added briefly and finished off the rest of the clones. 

I wiped out all the remaining ones.

And at some point, the attack of the three siblings stopped completely. 

I asked quietly.

Is that it?

There was no answer.

How boring.

They didnt even resist when I ignored them. I ordered the Fire Wolf to attack them.

Eek!

As soon as the Fire Wolf lowered its posture, they took a defensive stance. 

I sighed deeply and stopped.

Thats enough. Sit down.

I sprinkled a spark on the floor. 

The Fire Wolf obediently stuck its butt to that spot and took a still pose.

The faces of the three siblings were covered with confusion.

I understood. It was not something else, but the Fire Wolf was being treated like a pet.

I straightened my clothes and opened my mouth.

I have something to ask you.

I continued calmly.

What is in your swords?

What do you mean by that?

No, never mind.

I shook my head. I wouldnt get any helpful answers anyway.

I just said what I wanted to say.

You say you use your unique abilities But, well, they dont look unique at all. The knights I know were not like this.

You insolent bastard.

The voice came from the east.

The owner of the voice was the eldest of the four siblings, Ella. 

She arrived late and said a word to the three siblings.

What are you doing?

She licked her lower lip subtly and looked at the situation. 

And she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Why do you look like that? Whats wrong with Wendy.

Wendy was still sitting on the floor, clutching her head. 

The other two were hesitating and not answering.

Ellas voice was frustrated.

Its not hard. Igor charges in, Cassel uses the puppet sword, Wendy cuts their minds with the ear sword. Just do that.

*

Anyway, Ellas instructions were things that the three siblings had already tried. 

No matter how many times they did it again, the result would not change.

Sigh

Ella let out a deep sigh.

Just get out of my way.

She drew a sword from the sheath. 

It was a thin and long, needle-shaped sword that looked deformed.

Ella muttered with a fierce aura.

Ill do it all by myself.

We faced each other in silence.

Huff

Breathing in, Ella tightened her grip on the sword. 

I quietly observed her.

How amazing.

There were countless transparent threads tied to the tip of her sword.

And that was not all. 

Her fingers were also wrapped with innumerable threads.

Surprisingly, each of those threads was a thin sword.

After steadying her breath, Ella spat out a word.

Any last words?

We dont have time for this, Ella.

Hmph.

She snorted and moved her sword immediately. 

As if she would only talk with her sword from now on.

One.

Another.

Her threads spread out like a spider web. 

Each thread had a sharp edge that waved like a wave.

One.

Another.

Soon, the waves of the spider web grew like a tsunami. 

The waves of thread swords began to tear apart the surroundings.

The transparent threads reflected the light and created a sparkling effect. 

It was beautiful, but one should not be mesmerized by it.

Thousand Threads Net.

As if she was satisfied with her own attack, Ellas lips curled up slightly.

Kwagwagwagwa!

Everything around was turned upside down. 

The ground bounced up, and the things floating in the air were cut into cube pieces without exception.

Ella!

What!

It was Igor and Cassel who shouted that.

Well, they knew the power of this attack best.

A strike that slaughtered the body like a puzzle. 

It was not something that could be easily attempted even against a student with a magic stone.

And I didnt have a magic stone right now.

Look carefully. Im talking with my sword.

Ella murmured suddenly.

I just closed my eyes and opened them quietly.

Then, this is magic.

A deformed sword that I had never seen or heard of before.

It was a different experience, but that was all.

I dont feel any threat right now.

There is only one reason.

Magic has no scent in harmony.

Magic has a principle.

It is a miracle that designs a circuit of imagination and mixes mana to create reality. 

That is magic.

But this unique ability is empty.

It was just luck that was given to me one day, and I cursed it.

Harmony cannot have a scent. 

To have a scent in harmony, you have to spray perfume or something like that.

And perfume is bound to evaporate someday.

Its a fake.

In an instant.

I finished the dilemma of the magic I was going to show.

If I understood all the principles of magic, deciding how to show it was not difficult at all.

The complexity of the formula, the urgency of time, the difficulty of calculation All those constraints.

Kaplan.

In front of my name, how worthless.

I pressed my palms together. 

As I slowly pulled them apart, blue mana stretched out like a thread.

I shot it out.

In the transparent crossbow of Ella, which sparkled white, my blue threads began to breathe.

Cross-stitch.

Many crossbows fell into a single white canvas.

The blue threads danced on it and embedded what they wanted to draw without any hesitation.

Kagagak-!

Two threads tangled together. 

They repeated the process of twisting and untwisting, and fought fiercely.

And when everyone who watched lost their minds.

It suddenly took the shape of art.