The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 148 Different Magic - Zephyros

Strength, speed, reaction time—Fen Yu was inferior to him in every aspect.

In swordsmanship, he was even slightly at a disadvantage.

In addition, the intense heat of the flames emanating from his body, which was like the sun, made Hyacinthus hesitant to engage in prolonged close combat. Otherwise, he even suspected that he would become the first Lv.3 adventurer to die from dehydration in battle.

"Is he really Lv.2? That's outrageous!"

"How high were their stats before the upgrade? Their potential is just too much!"

"And that additional magic... Even Astrea's Familia's 'Crimson Flower' wasn't this powerful, was it?"

"Four spells already! What's going on with him? Is it another 'Nine Demon Princess' and 'Thousand Fairy'? Are all young people these days so lacking in sportsmanship?"

On the Tower of Babel, the gods were amazed and puzzled, but ultimately their astonishment turned into ecstasy.

This is exactly what they want to see; the unknown is always the most delicious delicacy.

"I'm a Level 3, you know!!"

Hyacinthus roared in disbelief, unable to accept that he had been completely overwhelmed by a low-level adventurer.

Facing Yacintos, who was constantly feeling fear and gradually losing his composure, Fenyu's figure suddenly became blurry.

At the same time, the chant for the third stage of the "Eternal Flame" resounded.

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"I will wield this sword with its gleam!"

The flames that were originally burning fiercely on the flaming sword in his hand were compressed inward in an instant, and the light around the blade was completely distorted by the extreme heat, as if even space itself was about to be melted away.

The crimson slash, imbued with the power to melt all things, clashed once more with Hyacinthus's wave-shaped sword.

"Snap—!"

With a crisp sound, the crimson wave-shaped sword, a second-level adventurer's weapon, was severed in two the instant it made contact.

"What are you doing, Hyacinthus?!"

Seeing his proud commander lose his weapon and scramble to avoid the enemy's attacks, Apollo on the Tower of Babel let out a scream more mournful than if hundreds of children had died.

As roars echoed through the city, in the "mirror" opened by the Tower of Babel, Hyacinthus, having drawn his spare short sword, was engaged in a fierce battle with Burning Feather.

"Judging from this, Brother Fenyu must have had quite high stats when he leveled up to Lv.2, right?"

Hermes came to Fucarus's side.

He had not heard that Burning Feather had been upgraded to LV.3.

Therefore, it can be inferred that this battle reflects the result of adding the current ability parameters to the past ability parameters.

If you think about it that way, Fen Yu's ability parameters must be incredibly high.

He asked this with great interest.

What was his highest [ability value] at Lv.1? I promise I won't tell anyone, can you tell me?

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"All attributes SSS"

Fucarus glanced at Hermes, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Haha, you're kidding, right?"

Hermes chuckled dryly, but soon his laughter died down as his cheeks twitched.

Because he instinctively believed it, and he didn't realize that Fukalos was lying.

Not only can mortals not lie to gods, but gods also find it difficult to lie to each other. After all, the gods have lived for so long that their experience has become instinct, and they can easily see through lies.

"Hahaha, really? SSS and all that? I've never even heard of it."

Hermes began to doubt the existence of the gods.

The flaming sword swept across, and a crimson sword light brought with it a fierce impact and wind pressure.

The scorching air instantly enveloped Hyacinthus, making him feel as if he had been thrown into a furnace.

He hastily raised his spare weapon—a short blade he pulled out from somewhere—and narrowly blocked the crimson slash.

However, this is just the beginning.

As Fen Yu swung his arm, it became a blur, and streaks of crimson sword light wove together into a net, descending upon Yacintos.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of clashing weapons rose and fell, as dense as a torrential downpour.

Hyacinthus's face contorted in the extreme heat, fear and rage intertwined in his eyes.

He could clearly feel the poor dagger in his hand groaning under the strain.

Before long, it will follow in the footsteps of its previous weapon and be melted by that terrifying flaming sword.

"Roar!"

Hyacinthus roared and used all his strength to block another heavy slash.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, he swung his short blade downwards and slammed it into the ground.

The impact and wind pressure were generated instantly, and the powerful blow dug a large hole in the ground along with the rubble, sending dust flying everywhere.

Fen Yu quickly jumped back to avoid the smoke and dust.

At that moment, Hyacinthus leaped with all his might, retreating like an arrow released from a bow, instantly creating a distance of tens of meters.

Then----

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"My name is Love, darling of light, I dedicate this body to my sun!"

Hyacinthus made his final gamble.

As the distance between them and the enemy widened considerably, he began chanting his most powerful magic.

"My name is Sin, the Envy of the Wind; I summon a gust of wind to descend upon this body!"

"Magic"—that was his ultimate weapon for bringing the dead back to life!

Unable to withstand the overwhelming and hopeless hand-to-hand combat, he chose to retreat, determined to unleash a deadly technique that could turn the tide of the entire battle.

"[Unleash a fiery hurdle—]!"

Deep within the billowing sand, Fenyu sensed the intertwined runes of his opponent.

He stretched out his hand, precisely pointing it in the direction from which the chant was coming, and expressionlessly uttered two words: "Gospel."

boom!

The invisible sound waves were enveloped by the scorching flames, transforming into a visible fireball that instantly tore through the smoke and dust, striking Hyacinthus with perfect accuracy.

The violent fireball exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing a torrent of flames that shot into the sky.

Hyacinthus's slender body suddenly leaned backward, his entire body instantly turning charred black, and his magnificent battle suit becoming tattered and torn.

However, he pulled through.

With his steely spirit, he firmly controlled the surging "magic" within him, refusing to let go of its reins.

He gritted his teeth, grimaced, and turned his face back to the front, continuing his unfinished chant.

"Come forth, Western winds!"

Hyacinthus, having finished his chant, suddenly twisted his upper body.

His center of gravity is low, his left arm hangs down, and his right arm is raised high; this posture is for throwing the discus.

Hyacinthus concentrated all his high-output "magic power" in his right hand and unleashed a spell in one breath.

"【Alien Phantasm - Zephyros】!!"

A dazzling, radiant disc, like the rays of the sun, was hurled from his right hand as he swung his arm. The sun wheel spun rapidly, tearing through the air, and hurtled toward him with an aura of incineration.

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