My magic panel is too numerical.

an hour ago...

Christina asked, "Is there one more thing?"

The naive little bear said, "According to a report from Castile City, one of their mechanical sorcerers mishandled the machine, causing the mechanical scorpions to go out of control... They're now wreaking havoc at the border between Bedelgreen and the city center..."

Christina paused, stunned. She looked at the teddy bear in disbelief, her eyes filled with inexplicable anger: "Didn't I tell you to tell me the important thing first?!"

The little bear said aggrievedly, "Of course, your affairs are the most important. Bedell Green just issued an emergency evacuation order."

Christina was almost laughing in exasperation.

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As we walked through the alley, the steam engine behind us roared powerfully.

Pharos grew increasingly puzzled. "This scorpion moves slowly, but its destructive power is astonishing. Why doesn't it seem like a pursuer?"

It sounds more like a form of intimidation.

Miss Raven explained, "The weakness of a mechanical sorcerer is that their summoned creatures are not flexible enough, but their combat power is actually no worse than that of a beast tamer of the same level."

In a wide-open space, even 10 more Pharos wouldn't be a match for this steel monster, but it's precisely in this kind of environment that it's like this.

Pharos inadvertently made a comparison with the white giant. Although the white giant was also huge, he was agile. Perhaps the white giant did not chase him back then because he was waiting for Christina to take the bait, rather than because he could not catch her.

While running and thinking, Pharos continued to try to use magic.

"Holy Flame... Holy Flame!"

He shouted it over and over again, gathering a golden halo in his palm each time.

However, each time, the halo shatters after 10 seconds of condensation.

This is troublesome. His stamina is almost depleted, and if he doesn't shake off or defeat the mechanical scorpion, he'll be in danger.

"Miss Raven, could it be that my stats are too low?" Pharos asked, puzzled.

"Don't blame your low stats if you're not good enough." Miss Crow launched a direct attack on her.

Pharos cursed and swore, at a loss for what to do.

Even with the Holy Swordsman's stamina boost, it was gradually exhausted after such a long run.

The original owner wasn't good at sports to begin with, and the Holy Sword Wielder is a melee class, so he needs to get training started quickly...

Pharos silently grumbled to himself.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer. He chose a house that was relatively sturdy, used all his strength to push off a pile of nearby debris, and leaped onto the second-floor balcony.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

He was panting heavily when he looked back downstairs. The huge mechanical scorpion was rampaging around, still 30 meters away from him.

He couldn't help but feel anxious.

Proficiency...proficiency...

He kept thinking about whether there was anything that would allow him to overtake others.

Should we add all the panels to Knowledge?

No... I don't have time to practice my skills right now.

Should all of it be added to spells?

If there were a little extra to enter the lottery, I might give it a try, but the fatal flaw is that the difference in value.

Is there any way to overtake on a curve...?

Pharos forced himself to calm down and began to ponder.

Maybe there's something usable indoors?

He averted his gaze from the mechanical scorpion and turned to survey the room, seeking a spark of inspiration.

Burning?

ignite?

His gaze swept around and landed on a box of cigarettes and a match.

"...Holy Flame is a powerful fire magic. The most important and core technique is ignition. Once you successfully ignite it, Holy Flame isn't too difficult to master..."

Miss Iris's words of instruction echoed in my ears.

Suddenly, Pharos had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that the gas stove in his old home was hard to light, so his grandmother would light it with a match and the blue flame would rise as usual.

If we imitate the way we light a gas stove, can we ignite magic?

I'm not sure, but I can give it a try.

He excitedly smashed the doors and windows, sneaked inside, and picked up the matchbox on the table.

The room was rather dark and damp, and the matches were already somewhat damp.

With a trembling hand and an excited heart, Pharos took out a stick and rubbed it hard.

It didn't ignite.

Wipe another one...

It still didn't ignite.

He took a deep breath and continued with three... five...

At that moment, he felt the room suddenly tremble, and the violent shaking made his legs go numb.

The mechanical scorpion... is here!

Pharos managed to steady himself, half-kneeling on the ground, and continued striking matches.

"Pharros! The scorpions are already attacking the house!" Miss Raven warned.

Scorpions are clumsy and do not have the ability to climb walls.

"I...I know!" Large beads of sweat slid down Pharos's cheeks one after another.

Seven... Finally! On the seventh flame, a wisp of light shone in the sweltering, humid room. This flame was far less dazzling than the "sun and moon shining together" of that day, but it was now scorching hot like a ruler.

Pharos gripped the sword hilt with three fingers of his right hand, his index finger and thumb pinching a match, and placed the flame in his left palm...

Pharos recalled Miss Iris's teachings, remembering every detail of the instruction, and gathered the red color that represented "fire" in his vision into the palm of his left hand.

He murmured to himself...

"Third-level magic... Holy Flame!"

In an instant, a halo of light appeared in the palm of his left hand. This halo was extremely fragile, as if it would go out at any moment.

But in the instant the light flashed, it was successfully ignited by the faint heat of the match.

A flame, black with hints of crimson gold, suddenly grew in the palm of his hand, and then burned brighter and brighter.

Intense, fiery, and turbulent...

The so-called Holy Flame is a powerful magic developed by one of the three founding monarchs in legend.

Holy fire can ignite everything and cause equal damage to all objects, including non-flammable materials.

Including Boruto...? Probably...

The flames of Holy Flame vary depending on the user's attribute values, ranging from gold to black, and from blue to white.

So... that was the skill Miss Serena used that day.

Pharos recalled the black-blue flames that the mafia heiress displayed when she practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

At that time, he was filled with envy and longing, as if that was the gateway to a magical world, and now, the key to that gateway was in his own hands.

He imitated Miss Serena, coating the blade of "Raven" with black and gold flames, and "Raven" burst into flames, while the flames in his left hand were extinguished in time.

The raven was not harmed; instead, it fueled the flames, making them even more frenzied than Miss Serena's black-blue flames had been.

Pharos picked up a cigarette that had fallen to the ground, lit it on the "Raven," put it in his mouth, and took a gentle puff.

"Ugh...it's moldy..."

"Pharos, it's one thing to copy Serena, but why do you have to copy others and smoke? Just wait until Aunt Anna finds out, she'll give you a good scolding," Miss Raven complained.

"I said... please don't ruin the mood..."

Pharos raised the corner of his mouth and walked to the window, gazing at the mechanical scorpion below.

The tremors continued, and the house finally began to tilt. Looking at the giant mechanical monster below the window, Pharos swallowed hard.

"Pharros, calm down! Take a deep breath, you can do it! Come on, do it with me, inhale... exhale..." Miss Raven coaxed patiently.

After a few adjustments, Pharos, staring directly below, finally noticed a bulge on the giant scorpion's back.

That must be the core of the giant scorpion.

Pharos locked onto his target and, at the last moment before the house was about to collapse, leaped into the air.

He leaped up, gripped the "Raven" blazing with black flames, and slammed it into the protrusion on the back of the giant mechanical scorpion.

The blazing "Raven" instantly ignited the entire mechanical body.

The robotic scorpion seemed to truly feel pain and struggled fiercely.

Pharos was thrown off balance.

"Well done, Pharos! You did it!" Miss Raven cheered. "The black 'Holy Flame' represents the caster's powerful 'spirit.' If the opponent has a pilot, the flames will directly burn their 'spirit.' Someone's going to be in trouble."

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[Magic: Holy Flame]

[Attribute: Fire Element]

[Level: Three]

【Effect: Ignites the fire element gathered in the palm, spreading and burning all matter equally, with power proportional to the user's highest attribute.】

"Spirit," the flames are black (additional effect: burns the soul).

"Wisdom" - the flame turns blue (additional effect: reduces stamina).

"Body", the flames turn golden (additional effect: reduces stamina).

"Prayer," the flame turns white (Additional effect: Disrupts elemental convergence)