63 – Not just once (2)

The Black Tower Master expected to see a spectacular finale, but when she saw the bombardment subside after that, she was enraged.

“what? Why did you suddenly stop!”

“That… . I have run out of magic.”

“Can’t you risk your life to use it?”

“The tower owner probably won’t mind, but if we risk our lives, this place will become our grave… .”

It was natural.

No matter how much the black magician used up all the magic he had accumulated for a long time, he drew as much as he had already pulled in by creating undead or by bombardment that had been going on so far.

Nevertheless, the reason why warlocks are called infinite driving force is that they can draw demonic energy from the death that was created.

However, the sky is swallowing all the demons that were created like this.

If you do this, you won’t be able to pour out the bombardment of black magic like turning a wheel.

“So, if you give us some magic… .”

“Well.”

The Black Tower Master was troubled.

To unleash a stronger attack, you must use the magic gathered in the sky.

The problem is that it’s a pretty painful task.

You have to bear the demonic energy of the sky and spray it again, but that’s not what humans do.

However, it is not allowed to give other black magicians the right to directly contact the sky.

Ownership may be transferred if not done well.

Originally, he would have gone through the process of pouring demonic energy into his body and using it again without a second thought.

That way, you’ll be able to capture the city quickly.

But there was room.

By delaying outside aid, I can afford to cook that city without any problems.

If she had rather distributed demon energy slowly through the day, she wouldn’t have to suffer so much, and could easily replenish demon energy.

Because she is already under the illusion that she has an overwhelming advantage.

I made a more comfortable choice.

After all, humans are animals that hate pain.

Even if you’re destined to endure great pain at the end, you won’t want to be sick right now.

The bombardment had stopped falling on the city, so it was quiet again, but they were already in despair.

Again, the undead started pouring into the city.

“If I waited one more day, I would win anyway.”

Why did she have to push herself to the limit?

She sat comfortably in her chair and watched the city.

Anyway, the city will collapse on its own.

Knights and soldiers would not be able to withstand the pouring undead for 24 hours and would collapse.

At that time, if all demonic energy was recovered, the city could be destroyed without any problems.

On top of that, I even considered coming in for support from the outside, and planted a contact network.

If the Golden Knights are dispatched, news will reach her right away.

If that happens, I will do everything I can.

Until then, Tiagris will enjoy her normal life a little more.

With a city full of despair as a snack.

**

It was fortunate that the shelling ended in one shot.

Destroyed buildings could be seen sparsely, and some people were even killed by shelling.

If this went on endlessly, I had no idea how many people were dead and injured.

Even now, it’s a big damage.

It is the fear of shelling.

Because it could have virtually erased the meaning of the wall.

“I’ll walk around the city first.”

Bessia said that and moved first, and the people also began to deal with the disaster they were facing.

Fran did everything she could to afford it, so she collapsed on her knees, unable to lift her legs.

“Can I hold on?”

Fortunately, I was given time to spare.

Only the undead were still pouring in, and even the Death Knights were eventually overpowered by Reinhardt.

The gate narrowed by the barrier was sufficiently blocked if only the knights and soldiers suffered.

I muttered that while looking at the city hall.

Argal must be destroying and analyzing dark magic there.

His vacancy was larger than expected.

It’s only now that I know how much strength it is to always step forward in a dangerous place and calmly fight while sacrificing one’s body.

If he was here, he would have expected him to do something.

But now it wasn’t.

He was staying at the city hall to do bigger things, but not being in this space now felt like a part of Fran’s heart was empty.

“Argal, when are you coming… .”

I wanted to see him appear like a hero and kill that Black Pagoda Master with one finger.

If that’s the case, there’s no other wish.

Fran, who was immersed in such thoughts, saw the citizens hesitantly holding up their weapons.

“Can we help too?”

“I think it will be difficult with only soldiers and knights.”

“…It’s dangerous, but even a little help is appreciated.”

Those with courage took up their weapons and went ahead.

They were willing to fight against the undead that were pouring in now.

The city was still looking for hope.

It is still too early to collapse in the face of despair.

The raid was just the beginning, but there was hope that there would be a way if you persevered even a little.

And the main person inside the city came up to the gate.

This is Anthony’s market.

He must have already walked around the city once, his whole body was covered with dirty dust, but he held on to the swaying townsfolk as he made a speech as he moved with a firm step.

If the citizens let go of hope, it is because they do not know what problems will arise after that.

Because he could have committed a crime, and he could have killed and injured others.

The city had to stop self-destruction on its own.

The mayor called Reinhardt.

As Fran was also present, she approached and quietly overheard their conversation.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Can you trust the person you introduced?”

“You can believe it. The mayor may have doubts, but he is unmistakably moving to save the city.”

“I want to believe too. However, a few reports have come up, and it is said that he is dealing with black magic, and the prisoners who went inside the room for a while said it.”

“It is a simple misunderstanding. He came closer to black magic to destroy it, but he is definitely a wizard.”

The mayor hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay, there aren’t many places to put your hopes on anyway, so I can’t afford to think of you as an insider spy.”

“Trust me. He is deeply trustworthy.”

“Is that so? Then I can tell you a little bit of this news with pleasure. The damage from the bombardment is not as great as I thought. To be precise, it can be seen as a scale that can be rectified.”

From what the mayor has heard, the shelling that fell inside the city did not cause serious damage.

About half of them hit bare ground or empty buildings.

People had to die, but not that many.

When the bombardment fell for the first time, the possibility of the city collapsing was considered, so it was not a big problem compared to this.

“How is the battlefield? Even though I heard it as a report, I would like to hear your accurate judgment as an outsider.”

“It’s still fine. It’s not a word to reassure the mayor, but if you look at it right now, there’s no big problem. If the warlock moves, it might cause problems, but if I see him pulling back, I won’t end it today.”

At his words, the mayor let out a sigh of relief.

It is very fortunate that the warlocks who are besieging the city have gained even one more day when hope exists in the city that they do not know.

When the mayor nodded and moved again to comfort the people, the swordsman looked at Fran and said.

“It doesn’t have to collapse just yet. Human power has limits. Just looking at the bombardments that have continued so far, the warlocks have already exhausted themselves, and what we are worried about is when they use the demons above the sky.”

“Is that so?”

“If only Pafe succeeds, only the Black Pagoda Master and the Black Wizards will remain, who are just tin cans that have run out of magic. So, you just have to take a break and do your best when the attack comes again.”

With that kind of encouragement, Fran naturally regained her stability.

Looking at it this way, it seems worthwhile.

The black magician and the black pagoda lord poured so much energy that the impact was strong, but looking back now, they could never have opened fire.

He turned his head and spoke.

“And, if it was really going to collapse in an instant, he would have stepped forward. I’m clearly reading the demons gathering in the sky, but if there was a death that would break the balance, I would have noticed and moved, which means it’s still safe.”

“It could be interpreted that way.”

“I’m a bit optimistic, but that’s what I think.”

“Then, can I just trust you?”

Fran looked at Reinhardt and thought it was a little strange.

Do you trust Argal that much?

Argal is usually weak, a weakling who would collapse if touched, and an object to be protected.

Conversely, Fran knew that Argal could be relied upon in any crisis.

But the trust he was giving to Argal was something else.

With more certainty and absoluteness.

Trust that the desired results will be achieved.

“Did he ever get what he wanted?”

“That’s right.”

Fran thought so too.

In a way, Argal is the one who goes through with what he wants regardless of various means and methods.

Seeing that, Reinhardt trusted.

“Then you just have to believe until it doesn’t work.”

No matter how crises come, no matter how much the world collapses.

If you believe until Argal’s method doesn’t work.

There was no harm done.

Frank nodded.

He saved up his strength for the disaster to come, and the Undead still poured in, but he couldn’t break through the knights and soldiers who were standing as a great wall.

Bescia returned exhausted after a long tour of the city, and whenever the time was right, they gathered together for a meal.

I have no appetite, but I put it in my mouth and save my strength.

Since I was active a lot, a rich meal came up, but no one tasted it.

A little more time passed, and the sky got a little darker.

Those who were unlucky enough to die to the undead, or those who died while barely breathing inside the city, went up to the sky.

When it was a dark night, the moonlight was completely covered, and not even a handful of light could be seen.

Everyone couldn’t sleep at the sight of the knights and soldiers still fighting the undead even under torches and lighting instead of moonlight.

Fran fell asleep while using sleep magic.

For a mage whose calculations are important to not sleep, it puts a lot of strain on her head.

I had to force myself to sleep.

And when the light came up in the sky again.

The pouring undead returned again.

The fight against the undead that started yesterday and continued until now has finally come to an end, and the knights, who had poured all their energy into it, fell to the ground exhausted.

At that time, the black magicians gathered in front of the castle wall again.

She laughed at the fallen knights with a seductive smile.

“Oh, are you tired already? The undead are still piled up like a mountain, shouldn’t they collapse now?”

“Get out of here, you wicked woman! Go to hell and burn to death!”

“A monster whose whole body deserves to be torn to pieces!”

Tigris only smiled.

“I’ll have mercy on you one last time, what a huge distribution this is. Will you save me if I give you half?”

she said playfully.

It didn’t matter if I received it or not.

The knights and soldiers were tired, and it was difficult to endure even the pouring undead, and she and the warlocks all recovered by slowly supplying magic during the day.

Anyway, they are over.

The Master of the Black Tower didn’t even listen to the answer and just flicked his finger.

The warlocks were drawing magic circles to bombard the city again.

However, an oddity occurred.

Discover the movement of great power shooting into the sky.

This is the moment when her face crumples.

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