Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

The posture was that of a wild wolf, which he was most familiar with. With just a dig of his strong limbs into the ground, four small pits of the same depth appeared along with the flying dust.

The golden flying shadow came like a cannonball, demonstrating its absolute violence.

This was the basis for his long-term victory over magicians, and his confidence that his hair alone could deflect all magical interference after the AD.

Since leaving the mountain village and becoming Orange's familiar, Beo has followed in Orange's footsteps and met many magicians, but without exception, he has always won.

"You seem a little different, but you're still a magician after all."

With this thought in mind, Beo subconsciously used his usual tactics against magicians.

That is to rush to their face quickly and bite their neck. There is no need to think about anything else.

"But you smell so handsome, brother, so I will be gentle with you. It would be a shame if you were to get hurt."

If you underestimate the enemy, even the fastest charge will become weak and powerless.

Although Aiwen didn't know what his opponent was thinking, he had no intention of holding back. This time, he created a big scene with the idea of having a good fight.

"A direct charge? This is enough to deal with 99% of magicians. After all, if magic doesn't work, they're just ordinary people."

With a slight movement of his fingers, fine threads of magic power extended outwards, intervening in the huge tree-crown-like ball of threads woven into the sky.

Several breaks, several shocks, several pulls.

The flow of magic power driven by the branches of the Tree of Life naturally rushed towards the direction of the Golden Wolf, like a flood bursting through a dam.

"!"

Golden Wolf was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before.

What magician would just throw magic power at him instead of using magic? It would be meaningless.

Although magic has mass, it exists like air, widely distributed but thin.

Even if an ordinary magician tried his best to use magic power to hit him, it would only be at the level of a small handheld fan and would be of no use at all.

Perhaps because of this, Beo had no idea what it would feel like if the breeze he despised were strengthened a million times.

"impossible!"

A childish cry of pain was rang out, and the werewolf was hit head-on, like a yellow ball hit by a ping-pong paddle, and he flew back at twice the speed of his charge.

"boom!"

Like a cannonball hitting the land, it left deep scars on the mountain. The grass and trees on it were uprooted by the roaring magic wind and were crushed to pieces without a trace.

"It hurts. Why did the magician...?"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Beo felt the severe pain coming from inside himself and seemed extremely confused.

The strong wind that blew just now was not strong, but its huge force directly blew it away, and then it was swept all the way and hit the ground.

Even so, it still didn't stop. Beo felt like a little puppet caught in a washing machine, unable to control his limbs, and the scenery he saw was a swirling, muddy ball.

It wasn't until the wind died down that he found a chance to hide in a corner.

After just one second of rest, the internal injuries were repaired and the golden wolf stood on the ground again. Except for the mud on its fur, it looked the same as before the battle.

If you look back, you will find that the land before the battle between Iwen and Beor is now no different from a wasteland, with scars of knives and axes everywhere.

No longer daring to be so arrogant in his wolf form, Beor's body twisted like flames, and a large amount of muscles appeared out of thin air, filling every corner of his body.

It has thick limbs, a huge oval body, and sharp teeth that are far larger than those of a wolf, standing upright like spears.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the two giant fangs on the side of its mouth that point straight into the sky.

Now Beo should not be called the golden werewolf, but the golden magic pig.

But even so, he could only barely keep himself steady, and he was unwilling to accept this result.

Although he claims to be invincible, Beor has also been in difficult battles. For example, he had no way to deal with the ancient species in the northern sea.

The opponent's defense is too high. If we rely solely on physical strength, we will be in a situation where neither can kill the other, and in the end we can only retreat.

Compared to the age gap that makes modern mysteries powerless, this may be the basis of Beor's strength.

Putting aside all external influences, Beor's origin is the materialization of the soul, with the ability to change at will without restraint.

As his thoughts progressed, his body transformed, and even various parameters could change out of thin air. If it weren't for the secret technique that directly attacked the soul, the injuries he received could have been healed in a short rest.

Although the destructive power is limited by the scale and can only cause village-level impact, it is enough. After all, this world is mostly made of glass cannons.

To a group of opponents who possess powerful magic but are themselves very fragile, an enemy like Beo is simply hopeless.

On the other hand, this might be the reason why Beor can live in modern times.

Because he is the materialization of the soul, he can continuously produce magic power to survive, and the existence of the outside world cannot interfere with him.

As long as his self does not change, Beor is perfect.

But this perfection couldn't help him at all at the moment.

"Is Big Brother really a magician? This doesn't seem right at all!"

The food that he usually teased was suppressing him, and the Golden Wolf felt that the common sense in his mind was breaking down.

"Or is it that I'm just too inexperienced, and I just haven't encountered a powerful magician yet?"

"But what should I do in this situation?"

Although the injury could not become an obstacle, Beo could not gain the upper hand. He could only transform into the heaviest demon pig form and barely withstand the impact of the storm.

Its body was constantly torn apart by the wind, and then repaired in the next second. Its extremely powerful limbs could only be stuck in the ground, completely unable to support it to move forward under such violence.

"Even the raised ground has been flattened, so it's impossible to find a place sheltered from the wind."

Beo struggled to hold on under the pressure of pure power. Even though he was the top of the mythical beasts and existed alone, he could not resist the planetary-level power.

Even if it's just a magic storm of the smallest scope.

Chapter 45 Interlude

The wind was howling, foreshadowing a disaster.

In the western-style house, Youzhu was standing by the window with a frown on her face, gazing into the distance. The fierce cold wind made her black veil-like hair fly, bringing an ominous omen.

"Impossible." The witch's lips moved. "How could such a huge magical storm gather without any warning?"

There was no need to rely on the reflection of the Nap Realm, nor did it require the reminder of the Misaki barrier. It was the ether ball that could be clearly observed with the naked eye, whistling around the hillside in a loop.

Anxiety surges in the heart. Scenes beyond common sense will make people worry about the future. This is especially true in the world of magic. The slightest sign of the unknown will become a preview of disaster.

Although as a fairy tale witch, she has a chance of winning if she fights the magic storm head-on, the price to pay for it is too high.

But the thought of running away never occurred to Youzhu.

"We can't just ignore it. We have to go investigate. There's nothing more foolish than praying for disaster to go away."

After slamming shut the classical window frame that was shaking due to the draft, Youzhu straightened her long skirt and decided to go out to the center of the riot.

This may lead to unknown risks, but there is a huge difference between being prepared and being caught off guard.

She has reasons not to back down.

"To protect my mother's memory, I will not back down and will make things right no matter what."

Youzhu turned around and looked around her familiar home. Every wall, door, lamp and window inside carried the happiness of her childhood, and were treasures that she was determined to cherish for the rest of her life.

After her mother's death, Yuzu became no different from a ghost bound to the earth. She was tied to the past and became a puppet who voluntarily buried herself deep in the mansion.

Because of this, she will not let go of anything that threatens her home and memories.

"It's been a long time since I last went out in full gear, my angel."

The blue robin flapped its wings and landed on the back of a chair nearby. It kept peeking out and watched its master rummaging through the familiar and ceremonial attire.

"The fear of insufficient firepower is hard to cure. Let's just send out all three PLOs and cause a real commotion!"

"Robin, be prepared to experience a new way of dying. You're only going to die and come back to life anyway, so you might as well be of some use."

Wearing a jacket engraved with defensive spells and carrying the strongest Ploy in his pocket, Youzhu glanced at Robin and said coldly.

"Hey, after all, everyone wants to kill the mockingbird. Could it be that I am actually a popular person? As expected, I am the most attractive bird in the world!"

The usual noise echoed in the room, but it had to be said that Robin, whose behavior was no different from usual, actually gave her a little encouragement.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Youzhu exhaled, and his eyes became firm and brave.

"Let's go, Robin, to the center of the magic storm."

Push open the door of the room and come to the entrance of the Western-style house. As long as you push open the main door again, the warm Western-style house will no longer provide support.

Youzhu was already prepared for this.

But before she reached the door, she stopped because a slender figure was standing there leaning against the wall.

Youzhu was very familiar with that figure.

"Qingzi, what are you doing?"

There was a scolding and almost inaudible worry in Youzhu's tone. She walked in front of Qingzi and looked her up and down.

"Your legs are still shaking and your face looks terrible. Why are you trying to be brave and leave the bed?"

"Because otherwise, Youzhu wouldn't tell me anything."

Forced to force a smile, Qingzi, who was usually majestic and full of energy, finally showed some of the tenderness of a girl at this moment.

"That's why I have to tell you in person. I'm your temporary roommate, so don't rush in alone."

"Stop joking. Are you saying you want to be with me? You'll just be a burden now."

Youzhu cruelly and without any room for negotiation rejected Qingzi's idea. Although she didn't care about Qingzi's life or death in the battle, the act of seeking death was another matter.

"Yes, I am indeed a burden now, so I won't ask you to take me with you, Youzhu."

To Youzhu's surprise, Qingzi took the initiative to step back.

No, maybe it’s not too surprising. Qingzi has always been a person who can see the reality clearly.

"I'll go back and rest soon. I'll have a good sleep, ignoring any outside distractions. I'll throw myself into the dreamland with all my heart and soul. I'll try to recover to the point where I can move within ten hours."

"...What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is, don't be so stubborn. No matter what you discover or what you encounter, remember to find a way out. I will be able to help you tomorrow."

"Even if it's just for psychological comfort, having me to share your emotions will probably make Youzhu feel more relaxed."

Pretending to be relaxed but actually struggling, Qingzi patted his chest, moved his thighs which were still unable to move freely, and walked towards the stairs.

It wasn't until her back disappeared that Youzhu realized that Qingzi was worried about her.

A faint emotion spread in her heart. Although it was weak, the fact that someone was comforting her still made Youzhu feel a little relieved.

"How shameless! What can a magic apprentice do for me? As long as I don't cause any trouble, that's all I need."

Pushing open the door, Youzhu's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the last faint words.

"But I remember your words and am ready to help."

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Sometimes, I often feel that I don’t fit in with the world.

The human wolves in the village didn't understand him, and he didn't understand them either. No, in the final analysis, the golden wolf didn't even understand himself.

Since you can't even have the most basic understanding, how can you dare to assert that you are perfect?

"After all, there's no such thing as a perfect creature that gets chased and beaten by others!"

Beo couldn't help but roar, and there was a hint of crying in his childish tone.

He has now completely lost his former pride. His golden hair, which he was proud of, has lost its luster and looks gray and dirty.