Frilian: The Adventure of the Hero

Chapter 93 They Must Not Be Insulted

"Whose actions are you imitating!"

Count Guranat's voice was angry and trembling.

Linne looked at him, her face expressionless, and said succinctly, "A fairly capable warrior."

"I excel at [understanding magic], and I can remember the flow of magical energy within others' bodies when they move, thus imitating their actions."

Seeing the count's agitation, he added, "What, you recognize this move?"

know.

It's more than just knowing each other.

Count Granat's broadsword swung with terrifying force, no longer caring about any moves or tactics, and slashed at Linne.

One stroke after another, without reservation.

Bang bang bang—

The two broadswords clashed together, sparks flying, the violent impact deafening.

Although the attack was completely haphazard, they managed to hold off their opponent thanks to sheer momentum.

Linne couldn't understand why the person in front of her had suddenly gone mad. But she knew that this sudden advantage wouldn't last.

In the past, whenever a powerful warrior was found, Lord Aura would make him fight with the warrior for his own amusement. Not only did he have to fight, but he also had to imitate their fighting techniques while fighting.

It's quite interesting to die from your own combat skills, isn't it?

That Lord Aura always said that, and he would laugh very pleasantly.

She didn't understand, but she respected.

Besides, she sometimes found it a little funny; after all, the way those warriors went crazy at the end was indeed hilarious.

Just like now.

bang——

The swords in their hands clashed again, then quickly separated.

Seeing that the other party wanted to overwhelm her with their aura, Linne no longer insisted on using a broadsword.

She summoned daggers one after another and threw them at the charging Shutark to stop his advance. Then, she drew a one-handed sword and, with unparalleled momentum, thrust it at Count Guranat.

A broadsword is nowhere near as agile as a one-handed sword.

puff--

The longsword pierced through the count's shoulder, pinning him directly to a large tree.

Count Guranat let out a painful roar.

Already covered in injuries, he was now completely unable to move.

Linne lost interest in continuing her attack; she stopped and tried to draw her longsword.

"Um?"

The demon girl glanced expressionlessly at the sword in her hand, then looked at Count Granat, who had lost his ability to attack. She saw that he was holding the sword blade in one hand, desperately trying to stop her from drawing the sword. The blade cut his palm, but he did not flinch.

Linne remained silent.

She released the sword. "Did you think my magic could only conjure one weapon?"

"Heh, of course I know that you demons are omnipotent."

Count Granat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, let out a bitter laugh. "But I've also heard a young man say that you demons are even more adept at being arrogant."

Before he finished speaking, a kunai sword suddenly appeared in Count Granat's hand.

He swiftly thrust his sword towards the head of the demon girl in front of him.

Linne gave a disdainful snort.

With a casual wave of his hand, he blocked it, the sword between her fingers. Although it was only a short distance from her forehead, it did not cause her any harm.

That move is hilarious.

"Heh, you didn't think—"

Just then, a blinding flash of light erupted from the shuriken.

Linne's vision went completely white for a moment, and she immediately realized something was wrong!

She has been blinded!

"Young man, now's the time!"

With Count Guranat's reminder, Shutark, who had been waiting in the wings, did not miss this rare opportunity to get close. He immediately swung his battle axe, a sharp red glint flashing in his eyes.

[Flash Strike]

Thud—

With a deafening roar, a massive, sharp beam shot straight into the sky.

The demon girl was split in two.

Linne was still remorseful for being blinded when she suddenly felt her body shatter.

"What's going on—"

"That's impossible!"

"I have never failed—"

The black magical particles slowly dissipated into the air.

pat.

A kunai fell onto the grass.

Count Guranat drew the longsword from his shoulder, leaned against a tree, and slid to the ground; he had exhausted all his strength.

Shutark was no less impressive; the boy, leaning on his battle axe, was too weak to stand.

If Shane hadn't prepared in advance and given them this "flashbang," the two of them might not have been a match for Linne.

The other side of the castle.

The duel between Philon and Luguna continues.

The destruction caused by the magic had already blasted the entire room to the ground. The two magicians fought their way from inside the room to outside, and then from the ground to the rooftop.

Finally, Philon seized the advantageous position in the tower, attacking from above and instantly gaining the upper hand.

Luguna, who had been calm at first, gradually became somewhat nervous.

Why————

"This little girl is worlds apart from me, but—so fast—"

"There are no tricks, it's all about numbers."

"Who on earth taught magicians to do this—?"

Bang bang bang—

Dozens of magical spells instantly coalesced around Philon, and blinding beams of magical light transformed into a dense, impenetrable net that swooped down on Luguna.

For the first time, Luguna chose to retreat.

磅—

Another corner tower was razed to the ground.

Just then, as Lucuna retreated to avoid danger, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

She was the Countess, who had just returned to the battlefield and was on her way to the garden.

In a flash, he appeared in front of his opponent.

"Madam, you've come at just the right time."

"what!"

The other party moved too fast, and the Countess had no time to react. She was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air.

Just as Philon was about to continue his attack, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and all the magical spells vanished instantly.

Luguna glanced at her reaction and a smug smile crept across his face.

He believed he had done a good job of learning about humans.

Especially how to understand and manipulate human psychology.

"I think I don't need to say anything more. If you want her to live, then—"

puff-

Just as Luguna was uttering harsh words to Philen, the Countess, who was being choked, suddenly summoned her staff and aimed the magic at herself.

A slender yet solid beam of magic pierced through her waist and abdomen, also piercing through Luguna, who was pressed against her back.

This change came too suddenly.

Luguna had no idea.

Because of his injury, he instinctively let go of her hand, and the Countess fell from the air, bleeding.

It was during this rare opportunity that Philon acted with lightning speed, unleashing a thick beam of magic that pierced through Luguna's entire upper body from top to bottom.

With a face full of disbelief, Luguna turned into a pile of magical particles.

After delivering her final blow, Philon didn't give Lucuna a second glance. She activated her [Flight Magic] to quickly approach the falling Countess and caught her just as she was about to hit the ground.

The two of them rolled down onto the grass.

"Madam, how are you!"

The Countess, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and her hands clutching her stomach, shook her head: "It's nothing serious, don't cry, child."

Philon's lips trembled: "Why did you do that?"

Seeing the regret and worry in Philon's eyes, the Countess forced a gentle smile and said, "Demons only know lies."

"Even if you surrender, he won't let any of us go. Why would a wolf care about the life or death of a sheep? It's just a matter of whether he kills one or two."

"My son died protecting this city, and as his mother, how can I betray his spirit?"

"This was my own choice, child, don't blame yourself for it."

Upon hearing this, Philon felt a mix of emotions.

"Madam, the Count of Guranat will be alright."