Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

From now on, you won't even need to take a shower.

Of course, Ronan wouldn't be that lazy.

With these new gains, the enemy came knocking on the door a few days later.

……

"You are the hero?"

At the entrance to the village, Alvis stared intently at the man in front of him, his expression somewhat grave.

There seems to be some problem with the intelligence. Why did the hero arrive here before me?

He originally intended to eliminate his target, Vlame, first, but unexpectedly, he was stopped before even entering the village.

Drawing his weapon from behind, Alvis took a deep breath and stepped forward:

"So be it. Whether you are a hero or not, you cannot escape death today."

"Remember my name, Infinite Alvis. It is your honor to die by my hand."

You could tell he was very old; even when he tried to speak like a human, his accent was a strange mix of ancient and modern Chinese.

Ronan glanced at him casually:

"Yes, I know. You are a master of spatial magic, but it's a pity you're not white-haired and your human form isn't even complete."

Ronan saw Ialvis as a "beast" over three meters tall.

It has the form of a human, but no human face.

Even if you win against a wild opponent like that, you won't feel any sense of accomplishment.

Fortunately, the ability is quite interesting; I can become a Sukuna in another world for once.

However, Ronan's seemingly objective statement felt like a needle prick to Alvis's ears, making him feel humiliated.

White hair? Human?

He's a demon!

Boom!

The weapon shattered the ground, and Alvis roared coldly:

"Stop your arrogance, humans! How dare you regard us as human beings!"

Today, I will exterminate all the humans behind you!

He said this almost as if it were a shout.

Ronan nodded, his tone remaining calm:

"Okay, I understand, come on over."

"furious!"

Alvis could no longer tolerate it; Ronan's dismissive tone made it seem as if he were an ant.

The veins on the back of his hand suddenly bulged.

boom!

His figure swept away like the wind, so fast that it almost left a blur, and the ground cracked inch by inch beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ronan, his weapon whistling through the air as he slashed down fiercely.

Just then, the demon soldiers behind Alvis, who had intended to follow their general, attacked the village.

however.

Boom!

A loud bang shattered the tense atmosphere.

Celia descended from the sky.

The surging magical power instantly blasted more than ten demons into ashes, and a crater tens of meters in diameter appeared on the ground.

She landed on the edge of the pit, a smug smile playing on her lips, and confidently shouted:

"I am your opponent, come at me together."

After spending two or three days, she finally managed to barely learn spatial magic.

Now that the demons are attacking, we can't waste this excellent opportunity to practice.

There are still thirty-odd demons left, that should be enough.

We can just kill them slowly.

Perfect, let Vlame see his heroic figure.

Unfortunately.

Vlamé's gaze was now entirely focused on Ronan.

Solitaire, standing beside Vlame, saw things were going very well, seemingly approaching the future that Schulahart had foreseen…

She immediately planned to kill Vlamé and then escape.

However, as soon as she raised her palm, she felt the magic and muscles within her body become uncontrollable.

Before the condensed magic could be unleashed, it exploded within her body. The sudden pain caused her to groan in pain, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Vlame heard the voice, turned around, her brow furrowed slightly, and asked with concern:

"Sister Solitier, what's wrong?"

Because it was dark and there wasn't much magic power, the explosion didn't damage her blood vessels; at most, it only caused her muscles to spasm.

Therefore, all Vlame could see was Solitaire's pale face and her body convulsing.

Solitaire, enduring the pain, heard Volamey's question and forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly:

"No...it's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Although the reason sounded rather far-fetched, Vlamé did not doubt it.

With a worried look on her face, she asked if she should call her mother, but Solitaire politely declined.

Seeing this, Vlamé stopped paying attention, but he kept the matter in mind.

Solitaire cursed inwardly, "Damn hero, I didn't expect that magic to actually be real."

In order to save her life, she made a vow not to harm humans.

I thought it was just talk, like usual.

did not expect…

hateful.

She almost gritted her teeth, despair welling up inside her.

Chapter 48, Section 49: The Aesthetics of Violence

"This is infinite space?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly. In that instant of confrontation, he immediately realized that Solitaire's words earlier were indeed true.

The defenses of this "infinite space" are indeed impenetrable to humanity's current technology.

Fortunately, power can overcome all laws.

Boom!

Ronan's right arm suddenly swung out, the palm wind exploding like thunder, directly slapping Iarvis away.

Alvis tumbled several times in the air, and before his body even landed, the layers of spatial magic covering his entire body shattered completely.

He crashed heavily into a thick tree trunk, which snapped instantly, affecting all the trees behind him, with countless green leaves falling like a green rain.

At this point, it is clear that a large dent has appeared in Alvis's armor.

This thunderous blow caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes, clearly not expecting to be so easily defeated.

Ronan shook his wrist, feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration as he unleashed magic combined with pure power.

Especially when he saw Alvis flying backwards in such a disheveled state, this feeling of exhilaration became even stronger, as if every pore on his body was cheering and jumping for joy.

Perhaps it's the influence of violent aesthetics; the more direct the contrast in the scene before us, the greater the shock of the power.

"good."

but--

That concludes our discussion on the use of pure magic. Now it's time for magical battles.

Ronan looked up,

"Hey, you should still be able to stand up, right?"

"As a general of the demon race, don't tell me you can't even withstand one of my palm strikes."

Splash!

Despite the excruciating pain, Alvis gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground.

Hearing Ronan's voice at that moment, he felt an indescribable sense of humiliation.

As a demon general, he had slaughtered countless humans and was a fearsome figure.

But now, to be slapped away like that is utterly absurd and humiliating!

Could it be that I've been slacking off lately and my skills have diminished?

Even if the opponent is a hero, the difference in strength shouldn't be this obvious.

Arvis took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his resentment, and without uttering any useless words, charged forward again with his sword drawn.

He pushed his magic to its limits, even wrapping spatial magic around his sword.

This sword, imbued with spatial magic, can forcibly cleave an enemy in two even without touching flesh.