Is this really just an RPG? !

Leaning against the side of the wall, away from the iron railing, moving fast without making too much noise... of course this is just my intention. Because of what I just encountered, I had to come to the conclusion that "there may be similar mutations in the rest of the cells."

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble and reduce the chance of being discovered, I chose to avoid these troublesome guys.

However, reality is often crueler than imagination.

Such as the current situation.

I was running forward without direction, and behind me was a group of mutants who were chasing me.

——I thought it would be enough to just pay attention, but I didn't expect that the entire prison was full of wandering mutants, and even the iron bars of some cells had been completely destroyed, causing the mutants to come to the corridor.

They ran towards me and roared like "Wuuuaaaa". When the broken body dragged and rubbed against the floor, it made a strange "creaking" sound. The two voices echoed in the corridor chaotically, which made people feel Creepy.

It's a true horror story.

The only lighting facilities in the corridors of the entire prison are these torches inserted on the wall. This situation couldn’t be more cruel to me: in addition to concentrating on escaping, you must also pay attention to the ground and surrounding conditions at all times, otherwise it is very likely that you will die in the future. Be careful when tripping or walking into a dead end.

So, even if the group of mutants didn't move very fast, I couldn't shake them off.

There is some good news, though.

for example……

"Paji, Gulu Gulu."

A sudden sound drew my attention, and I saw an arm-like object rolling all the way, until it passed me, and it stood on the ground in a very delicate posture, with four fingers bent towards the palm , leaving only one finger pointing straight at the ceiling.

It's a middle finger.

…………

What's the matter with this full of contempt!

I turned my head and looked behind me.

However, I didn't see any mutants whose appearance was hard to see directly, but a piece of blood foamed like a piece of meat flew towards me.

There was no time to think about what was going on, and instinctively bent down to avoid the meat. Then a "squeak" was heard. Ignoring the pool of flesh and blood that fell on the ground, I raised my leg and stepped over to continue to speed up my escape mission.

What was mentioned before is only half the story.

Although the situation in front of me is very bad, I also learned some important things along the way: the identity of these mutants; why these mutants appear; optional.

These guys with strange appearances, no intelligence, and only instincts were produced due to some kind of mutation.

They were originally prisoners held in this prison.

To be precise, it was just some felony criminals who fled from other places. They entered the prison through certain means, escaping the pursuit of their original country and tribe, as well as their original punishment-this seems to be a consensus in most places in Lindsay Continent, and all the prisoners who fled to Ingrid City Ingrid City will take over. As long as these prisoners stay in the prison in Ingrid City, people from other countries cannot intervene.

Probably a political issue?

I haven't figured this out yet.

However, this is the fact, and there is also a very subtle situation, that is, Ingrid City separates these foreign prisoners and assigns them to the lower area of ​​Ingrid City Prison, while the prisoners in Ingrid City are Detained in the upper section of the prison.

Then Ingrid City has maintained the attitude of "give them food and drink and let them fend for themselves" to treat these foreign prisoners until now.

This section comes from a notepad in a room that resembles an office. I dug out the notebook after spending some time surveying the room. It's a pity that I only had time to flip through it roughly from beginning to end, and before I started to read carefully, the door was smashed open, and then the mutants rushed in.

In order to deal with the mutants rushing in, I decisively used the magic scroll. Although the notebook was received in my backpack in time, due to the current situation, I have no chance to take it out and take a good look at it.

We can only wait for the immediate troubles to be resolved before considering this.

"Tsk."

Looking at the wall directly in front of me, I couldn't help frowning.

No matter how careful I am, this place is still a prison, a place I am not familiar with. The winding corridors are like a maze, and if you don't pay attention, you will walk into a dead end. In normal terms, it doesn't matter even if you reach a dead end, as long as you turn around and move on in another direction.

But now I can't.

"Wuuuaaaa!"

Dozens of mutants blocked the corridor.

I took a deep breath and took out a scroll.

Violence is the easiest and only way to face a group of savage species without intelligence.

"Customized Orbs [customized celestial bodies]!"

The scroll shattered, and five small magic circles spread out around me. The magic circle did not form any massive attack, but five water balls appeared, mixed with some crushed ice, just floating in the air and rotating around me, and the five magic circles turned into five rings, set on water polo.

Creative magic that condenses elements into balls and makes them float around itself. Although it looks harmless, these magic balls will attack as long as the caster gives the command.

It's like creating a familiar, but it's a pity that the magic ball has no wisdom, so it can't be regarded as a real familiar.

"Attack!"

The floating water polo suddenly stopped, and then sprayed water to the surrounding mutants. Although the power of these water streams is enhanced by the inclusion of crushed ice, they are just water streams and cannot cause any actual damage, but it is enough to repel these mutants.

If these guys are not completely burnt into powder or frozen into ice cubes and then crushed, there is no way to truly incapacitate them.

After passing through the group of mutants, I immediately speeded up to distance myself from this group of guys, and then controlled the five water polos around me to smash them out. After the water ball hit the ground, it exploded, forming a huge ice wall that stopped the mutant. Although it is a bit too extravagant to use it like this, judging from the hardness of the ice wall, it should be able to block it for a long time, right?

In short, take this opportunity to quickly find the root cause of the mutation.

If it doesn't work, it's good to find a way out of the prison.

Anyway, the task does not require me to deal with the problem in front of me. At worst, after I get out, I will report to the upper management of Ingrid City about the situation in the lower area of ​​the Ingrid City Prison, and let them deal with the strange situation in their own underground. .

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but nodded and quickened my pace.

It seems that all the mutants in this prison are attracted to me, so I haven't encountered any new mutants along the way. No matter how you look at it, it should be a good thing, but this kind of inexplicable security makes me feel very uneasy. He took out the acceleration magic scroll, hesitated for a while, and put it back into the backpack silently.

Or save it for a critical time.

Even if the ice wall is smashed, the number of mutants should decrease. After all, this group of guys who only rely on instinct will not hold back the guys around them while chasing their targets. They probably only have the "destroy everything" instinct left.

At most there is a difference in priority.

Now I also have a rough idea of ​​why these variants appear.

It seems that some time ago, a series of explosions occurred at the bottom of the prison. Although no prisoners escaped and no casualties were reported, there was only a very strange hole. Although this hole is very strange, it did not attract everyone's attention. The manager just filled up the hole, completely unaware of the changes in the bottom layer.

Both the prisoner and the jailer began to look pale, as if they were seriously ill, and were easily distracted.

Everyone just takes these things for granted.

Because this is the bottom floor of Ingrid City Prison.

Because this place is just a shelter for the prisoners who fled here.

When someone senses that something is wrong and it is too late to deal with the situation here, they can only simply close it up and slowly find a way. Ingrid City will adopt a policy of "only entering and leaving", probably because of this matter.

After all, the prisoner might still be in the city.

The above is from what was recorded in the notebook I got.

It's not too precise, but at least it gives me a lot of information and I can make better decisions.

There was a cross-shaped intersection in front of me. I stopped and looked around, and then looked behind me. Unfortunately, this sequence of motions doesn't make any sense as I can't see anything clearly.

Don't know which way is the right one, but it's clearly less wise to stay where you are.

So I followed my instinct and turned left.

The danger warning on the left screen has faded. Although the red mark is still on it, it is not like before, flashing non-stop, and even the edge of the entire window is lit with red light. And the SAN value has fallen to less than half, maybe because of the mutation encountered before?

In other words, being frightened will also reduce the SAN value.

…………

So, what is the magical value of this SAN value.

The person who designed this system really knows a lot of strange knowledge.

Before I knew it, two light spots appeared in front of me, and I realized that I had reached the end of the corridor. Those two light spots are two torches inserted on the wall at the end. There is a wooden door in the middle of the torches. Although it looks a bit old, it is not full of dust. Someone should have come in and out recently.

It was very different from the door of the previous office.

——How long has it been left in a situation where you can eat a mouth full of dust just by standing in front of the door.

The position of the torch is not too high, and I can easily reach it with my current body. I took off the torch in my right hand to illuminate the front of me, and I stepped forward to investigate the door from top to bottom. Even in such a dark and humid environment, the door handle is not rusted, but there is a disgusting green liquid on it; there is a layer of dust on the surface, which is not too thick; the part close to the ground has a few scratches, Like some kind of beast left behind.

[Let's investigate before the mutants catch up. 】

Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand, ready to open the door.

The door opened by itself before I could reach the handle.

The room was pitch black. Fortunately, I held a torch in my hand. As long as I stretched out my right hand, I could illuminate my eyes. I raised my right hand holding the torch, stretched it forward, and I saw...a zombie?

Hmm... It can be seen from the appearance that it is human, the skin is a little green, because the smell sensitivity is turned off, I can't smell the rancid smell of zombies, the clothes on my body are a bit worn out, but they are still neatly dressed, and they are exactly the same as those mutants Two kinds exist.

Yes, the guy standing in front of me and opening this wooden door is a zombie.

Zombies, a type of undead species, most of the undead species that will appear here are members of the Demon King's army.

Ingrid City is a city dominated by sects, not races. Even if Ingrid City is part of the demon king's power, it cannot change the situation here: as long as it is a follower of Ingrid, or a woman, You can enter and leave the city, and even settle here.

But the zombie in front of me is, without a doubt, male.

——Although I have no idea at all, what is the significance of the gender difference of the undead species.

In fact, it doesn't matter, because this is the bottom floor of Ingrid City Prison, it doesn't matter even if a male creature appears, let alone a zombie. However, what made me very uncomfortable was that this zombie suddenly looked at me kindly, and I could feel a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Even if I can't see any change in the zombie's face, I can feel it.

"..."

I'm being sympathized by a zombie.

As a brave man, I was sympathized by a soldier-level zombie used to provide experience!

It's like being sympathized by a rabbit when a lion is preying!

Although my taste is not strong enough to eat zombies, I have an urge to rush up and beat up this male zombie. Maybe this is the instinct of a brave man?

"Oh! Look what I found. A girl, a little human girl."

This zombie also has a strange accent!

"What a poor child, can you tell uncle why you are here? Did you get lost, or did you escape from somewhere?"

This zombie is still a strange uncle!

Demon King, come and take care of your subordinates!

"Oh oh oh, sorry, look at my dead head, I said something strange," the zombie said suddenly, and knocked his head with his hand a few times, and then Looking down at me, "Uncle will take you out of this place first, and then talk slowly."

After the zombie finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, intending to rub my head.

Then I aimed the torch at his hand and stretched it out.

The flames scorched the zombie's right hand and set his clothes on fire. In an instant, the green-skinned monster was enveloped in flames. Then he screamed and took several steps back, then fell to the ground and kept rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flame on his body, but unfortunately he not only failed, but also made the flame more vigorous.

——Is it possible that zombies are flammable? Or is there any flammable material in the zombie's body, so rolling can't put out the fire, but it will intensify the fire because of strange things flowing out?

Seeing that the zombie was no longer blocking the door, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the wooden door and looked at the zombie rolling on the ground and howling.

"Ah, ah, ah, help! The dead bodies are going to be burned!"

"Although I have already died once and I can't continue to die, but I will still burn to death!"

"Death from pain is considered death!"

The zombies kept yelling. It's just that the voice sounds miserable, but the subtle tone and strange words made me have a very subtle misunderstanding: In fact, this zombie was not burned in pain, but was very happy? The burning pain brought him a sense of pleasure, turned him on?

…………

What a terrible misunderstanding, an absolute delusion!

[It's a little pitiful. 】

I thought so.

"Ah! I'm dying! I can't go to those cute little girls anymore!"

"..."

"Well!"

I was very calm and started to gather magic power on my right hand, and then smashed the torch out with all my strength, hitting the head of the zombie, completely knocking him unconscious.

How should I say it?

It should be that sentence!

"Pervert lolicon, hurry up and die!"

※ ※ ※ ※

"Please help me! Master Brave!"

"...Let me think about it."

As a brave man, it is my professionalism to lend a helping hand when others need help. As long as the request is not too embarrassing, I will accept it and complete it well. Only this time, I had to hesitate a little bit, seriously thinking about whether to agree to the helper in front of me.

It's not that I'm suddenly cold-blooded, nor is it that the other party's request is so difficult.

It's just that the identity of the requester is a little subtle.

"Master Brave! If this continues, my salary will be deducted by the Demon King! It may be several years of salary! It is even more likely to be fired directly! If I don't have this job, I will not be able to support my family! Master Brave , I also have a lovely daughter at home, and every time I go home, I will shout 'Daddy buy me candy'! As a father, I can't refuse my daughter's request! Master Brave!"

The above is a statement from a guy named Larry who might be the father.

To deal with such a father who loves his children, I should naturally agree to the other party's request without hesitation.

But I can't.

Not because the other party's boss is "Master Demon King", but because...

"Do zombies eat candy too?"

Has the candy industry in Lindsay Continent developed to this point? !

"Yes, actually the skeletons will also eat candy."

The kind father before me answered my question thus.

"You mean skeletons? The group of guys who only have bones and bones making no noise, can you explain to me their digestive system? How to digest a sugar or something..."

"If you want them, they can."

As Larry said, he looked up at the ceiling with a subtle look on his face, as if he was praying to the gods he worshiped and believed in, so as to confirm his words to me. Then he lowered his head, turned his eyes back to me, and looked at me sincerely.

At the same time, I picked up the wooden stick beside me and smashed it directly.

"Well!"

"Don't give me serious nonsense out there."

"Alright, alright, my dear Brave, we zombies really don't eat candies." Larry finally put away his unreliable look, and his tone became more stable, but this was all an illusion, and soon his tone changed again. Get weird, "But the skeletons really know how to eat candy. According to them, it is to 'increase the calcium content of bones, prevent osteoporosis and prolong life' or something... The brave man knows the 'calcium content', What do the words 'osteoporosis' mean?"

"..."

What a wonderful race of skeletons in this world!

I couldn't help but put my hands on my forehead and sighed.

"So you asked me for help because of the mutation in this prison?"

"That's it!"

Larry got up and nodded at me.

"Can you tell me what's going on here?"

"It's actually like this," Larry seemed to be sorting out his thoughts, and he paused for a moment before continuing, "Originally, I was ordered by the Lord Demon King to come here to cause some trouble for the Lord Brave, and by the way, hurry up, Lord Brave, to go to the Palace of the Devil King." Speed... That's what the Demon Lord said, I don't know what to do, so I thought it would be ok to lure the Brave-sama out of the city, right? So I decided to enter Ingrid City first."

"..."

It turns out that the Demon King can't hold on any longer and started sending people to urge me?

"Because this is Ingrid City, I can't enter it openly, so I plan to sneak into the Ingrid City Prison to do some damage and get your attention, Mr. Brave."

"So you were responsible for the explosion some time ago?"

I frowned, with my right hand behind my back, I quietly took out a magic scroll from my backpack.

If Larry did it, then he's the one who made the prison the way it is.

"No no no no!"

Larry shook his hands and head nervously, constantly denying it.

"Originally, I wanted to wait until I got the news that you have entered the city, Mr. Brave, so that it is more likely to attract your attention, but I didn't expect that during the period of waiting in the prison, several people sneaked in here in the same way as me. Strange guys, they made the explosion."

"Strange? Guy?"

I was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, and at the same time put the magic scroll back into my backpack.

"Yeah." Larry nodded first, then thought for a while, and then described to me in an uncertain tone, "A group of guys in black robes, but black robes should be a way for them to hide their identities, and there was no way at that time approaching, I can only vaguely hear that there is something under this prison, as if to release that thing."

Hearing this, I shifted my gaze to the screen on the left... To be precise, it should be on the "Death Temptation" status sign. Before I knew it, that status had been upgraded to "Death Temptation Lv2". Will it be updated over time?

Also, my SAN value is only a quarter left, which is really bad.

I don't want to try and see what happens when the SAN value goes to zero.

"What is that thing?"

"Probably some kind of death breath, it will lure life to death... But judging from the situation here, it seems to be mutated?"

"I don't think it's any different from dying."

"There is still a difference! What the believers of Lord Grace expect is to survive as much as possible, and finally enter death, and the soul returns to the river of Styx beside Lord Grace."

"Is there such a saying?"

"The undead are all believers of Lord Grace. We will become like this, just to survive as much as possible. As long as we can retain the ability to think, it doesn't matter how we continue to survive."

"It's really an admirable race... May I ask, how old are you this year?"

"About 3,000 years old? It's been so long that I can't remember clearly."

"..."

It turns out that the zombie standing in front of me is still a living antique.

"Maybe in another 1,000 years, the flesh will rot to the point where the magic power can't be maintained. Maybe I will turn into a skeleton by then?"

"Zombies turn into skeletons... What do skeletons turn into when they age?"

"Probably a ghost! After all, bones will be corroded gradually. This is the fate of the undead."

I don't know why the topic is suddenly full of philosophy.

Listening to a zombie talk about fate, I can't help but feel a stomachache.

It's not about racial discrimination, I just think this is a very offensive scene.

"All in all, what do you mean, the breath of death here is different from Grace's?"

"It's Lady Grace!"

"..."

Talking to worshipers about their gods is always a hassle.

I firmly believe in it.

"Okay, ok, Grace-sama, is that so?"

"That's right, compared to Lord Grace's breath, the breath here is much turbid, and there is also a bit of destruction in it."

"destroy?"

"Probably so, but I'm actually not very clear."

"That's it..."

According to the information mentioned by Larry, there was a group of people who sneaked into this prison and caused an explosion for the purpose of releasing certain things. The prisoners here died or mutated, and finally became the situation in front of them.

The part about the investigation on the task window is considered complete, but there is an additional requirement that is "solve the problem at hand", but I have no clue about it. Leaving aside the need to find the place where the explosion happened, even if it is found, there is no way to deal with these auras.

Is it possible to explode it again, and then seal the released thing back?

Even thinking about it is impossible!

With my magic power, I can support a large sealing technique, but I don't know anything about sealing techniques. This kind of spell that needs to be designed for the sealed target, unless luck happens to match it, otherwise it is impossible to design a sealing spell in such a short period of time, and Qiuqiu's help is necessary—as long as she contacts "Endless library" can find out the sealing techniques that have appeared in history, and there will always be ones that can correspond to them.

"Do you have a way to get rid of the death breath here?"

I looked at Larry suspiciously, and asked casually without hope.

"There is no way to do it, but with the brave man here, there is still a remedy."

"Sure enough... eh?"

I swallowed back the words I was about to blurt, and looked at Larry in astonishment.

He nodded, his tone was ordinary but he could hear that he was telling the truth.

"A remedy?"

"Although it was released, it still looks very weak and can only affect ordinary people. Therefore, as long as large-scale magic is used to clean up the mutants here, and at the same time destroy the magic environment here, and then seal all the entrances and exits, It should last a long time."

"You said maintenance, then there will still be a day when something goes wrong?"

"There's no way this kind of thing can be done."

Larry sighed and shrugged at the same time, but he seemed a little unwell? Just such a simple movement made a "creaking" sound similar to the friction of bones, and a few pieces of carrion fell to the ground.

"Ah, I'm sorry, because I haven't slept in the cemetery for a long time, and the body's dead energy is consumed too much."

"...Are you really okay with this?"

I'm starting to worry about him.

Anyway, it's a temporary teammate.

"Don't worry, even if the body is completely useless, I can still change jobs to become a ghost."

"Is this kind of thing called job transfer?!"

"Or change the race?"

"Who cares about you! Whatever you do! Now that you've said that, act quickly... Oh yes, you sneaked in, so you must know where the exit is!" There are a lot of messy inside stories, and the longer the time drags on, the worse it will be, at least in terms of SAN value, I have already started to feel a little dizzy, "First find the exit, and then I will be responsible for releasing the super law magic, you seal it... Wait Next, will you seal it?"

"A simple seal is still..."

Before Larry could finish speaking, there was a knocking on the door outside the house.

Undoubtedly, after breaking through the ice wall, those blocked mutants followed the breath I left behind and chased them all the way, and are now blocking the door of the room. The door of this room is just an ordinary, even old wooden door.

If you can't hold it a few times, it will be smashed.

"Develop the magic circle."

"Develop sealing matrix."

"Defense up. (Physical resistance enhancement)"

"Regeneration amplify."

"Enhance anti-corrosion. (Corrosion resistance enhancement)"

"Seal."

After reciting the incantation, Larry pressed his right hand on the door, and then a black magic circle unfolded. Around the magic circle, there were densely written magic words, all of which were orders imposed by Larry. The magic circle stopped and gradually disappeared when it expanded enough to cover the entire door.

The sound of banging on the door continued, but the wooden door did not shake at all.

"Okay, so it won't be breached for a while."

Larry turned to me and said.

Then I took the wooden stick beside me and hit him on the forehead.

"It hurts! What's the matter, Lord Brave!"

"What's the use of sealing the door! We can't get out! Do you want me to use supernatural magic here? Don't blame me if you finish the team kill! Develop the..."

"Wait, be sure to wait a moment, Brave! In fact, there is a secret road here, which can directly reach the exit!"

Hearing what Larry said, I stopped gathering magic power.

"Outside prison?"

"No," Larry shook his head immediately, "it's just that you can go to the stairs leading to the upper floor, as long as you apply a seal there. There's nothing we can do to stop it and reseal it."

"I see."

The explanation is a bit complicated, but in fact, it is to use a temporary seal to stop that guy first, and then recreate a more reliable seal when the time is right.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

The noise outside the door gradually became louder, and I looked towards the door with some anxiety. Although Larry put a seal on it to strengthen the hardness of the wooden door, the door will be breached sooner or later when the magic power is exhausted.

"Where is the secret passage?"

"it's here!"

Larry ran to the wall and crouched down.

——His overly rigid movements made me wonder if he would break with a "creak".

He read something to the wall, and magic waves appeared on the wall. Soon, there was a loud noise in the room, and the wall around Larry was dented in the shape of a door, which opened into a passage. Such a secret passage exists in such an ordinary room, and it needs a spell to activate it. It is an amazing design.

The airtight passage was pitch black. Fortunately, there was only one direction here, and there were no stairs. You just need to hold on to the wall and walk forward. I don't know how long we walked, Larry shouted "here", and I heard the same loud noise as before.

Originally surrounded by mutants in a room, but now miraculously arrived at the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Even if the door is locked, the lock is still a magic lock, but because Larry has the skill of "lockpicking mastery", it is only a matter of time before the door is opened.

The door opened, and I finally saw some sunlight shining through, and felt the magic of coming alive.

In the entire Ingrid City Prison, only the lowest floor is not exposed to light, and the rest of the area will receive more or less sunlight.

"Wuuuuaaaaa!"

Loud shouts came from below the stairs, and it didn't take me long to see hordes of mutants rushing towards me.

"In short, I just need to release a supernatural magic whose range is the lowest level of the entire Ingrid City Prison, right?"

"That's right... But as long as it's large-scale magic, it doesn't have to be supernatural."

Larry's tone was a little helpless.

Maybe it's because you don't believe that I can use transnominal magic?

This is understandable. After all, transgressive magic and large-scale magic are completely two concepts. Both have the characteristics of large-scale killing, but the latter is just pure killing, while the former has the ability to transform the world. Generally speaking, only spellcasters who have accumulated a certain amount of experience can cast supernatural magic, so when this kind of thing is put on a sixteen-year-old boy...well, it is right to be a little girl who is currently 8 or 9 years old, put it like this In a girl, no one would believe it, even if the child is a brave man.

Maybe it's because none of the previous braves told them the true definition of a brave?

"Larry, have you thought about one thing? What kind of person is a brave man?"

"Um... human beings first?"

"That's just one of them."

"Have the ability to save the world?"

"That's just a side product..."

As I said this, I started to activate the magic power in my body at the same time, driving the surrounding magic power to make this decadent area active. A huge magic circle was naturally formed under my feet, and the magic text inscribed on it began to take effect under the urging of my magic power, accelerating the resonance speed of the surrounding magic power.

"Every brave man is born with a super law magic!"

That's it.

Even if I am the kind of brave who has no combat power and needs props and magic scrolls to help me whenever I encounter things, I can't change the fact that I have one and only offensive magic, and the reason why I never use it is because Because it is a supernatural magic, the unique magic that I was born with that can change the world, so I dare not use it at will.

"Activate magic power."

"Destroy constraint."

"Develop the magic circle."

"Element charging."

"Establish the conceptual structure."

The spell ends here.

The magic circle has expanded to the extent that it can cover a regular church, and the surrounding magic power, under the blessing of mantras and magic words, continues to resonate, reaching a level of activity that cannot be seen under normal circumstances—the radiance emitted by the magic power fills the entire prison.

Next, there is the difference between transgressive magic and conventional magic.

Transcendental magic is not spelled.

but prayers.

"Spirits that exist but cannot be captured."

"I call you here, gather around me!"

The left hand is behind my back, and the right hand is clenched and raised upwards. Under the influence of the prayer words, the magic power begins to undergo a qualitative change and gathers in the palm of my right hand. The result of excessive accumulation of magic power is "materialization". When the phenomenon of magic power accumulation stopped, a long black blade appeared in my hand, emitting a dark light.

[image]

"sword?"

"It's just a mimic. If I want, I can use a hammer instead."

Waving the long blade in my hand, I answered casually.

Mutants had begun to gather under the stairs.

It may be because the magic power here is not active enough, so it takes me a lot longer to gather magic power than before.

"Wait, wait a minute, is this the supernatural magic of Lord Brave?"

Larry looked at the long blade in my hand in amazement.

"That's it."

I nodded, then reached out and pointed the long blade forward.

"Master Brave, do you want to use this to go in and kill them?"

"Eh……"

Hearing Larry say that, I froze for a moment.

It took a while to realize what he meant, and he smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Don't treat it as a melee weapon just because it is a sword."

Saying so, I raised my right arm in a throwing pose.

Then, throw the long blade in your hand.

The long black blade was like a streamer, piercing the bodies of several mutants for a moment, and then disappeared. At the same time, the magic circle under my feet also shrank, and the active magic power around me gradually subsided, and everything returned to the state it had just arrived here—except for the people in front of me. A few mutants that fell.

"Master Brave..."

"Larry, do you know? After amplifying the magic power, they are actually small balls."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"These small balls have a characteristic, that is, they release energy when they move. The faster they move, the more energy they release. This is the 'magic activity'. Therefore, it can be inferred that they will not release energy when they stop moving. This is the 'magical inertia'."

"Master Brave... Those guys are coming up."

"Eh?"

As I was about to continue explaining, I stopped and motioned Larry to back away.

"Prepare the defensive seal first."

"Although I can support it for a long time, it is impossible to withstand so many monsters!"

Larry grumbled as he propped up a semicircular shield.

Then there was a "bang", and Larry and I inside the shield were pushed back for a long distance, and at the same time, pieces of meat and bones flew out. Fortunately, the shield can also block these foreign objects, so there was no face covered with bones. Condition.

"What, what's going on?"

"It's all said to be supernatural magic, how can it be possible if there is no movement."

Successive explosions sounded, and the magic power spread to the surroundings. These fluctuations were enough to cover the entire prison, and the shock wave crushed and knocked those mutants into the air. .

The reason for such fluctuations is of course the black long blade I just threw out.

No matter how it looks like a melee weapon, it cannot be changed. Its essence is active magic power.

These extremely active magic powers were thrown out and hit the decadent magic power in the prison, generating greater power. Countless magic powers collided with each other continuously, making this force explode uncontrollably, and finally formed a shock wave.

This is my super law magic "Overclocking Resonance【Overclocking Resonance】".

Only where the magic power is decadent can the real power of magic erupt.

The walls of the prison are made of anti-magic materials. This design effectively prevents it from being destroyed by magic, but it makes my super-law magic continue to strengthen until all the magic power is active to the extreme and collides with each other. In such an environment, when this happens, there is only one outcome.

All the magic power is scattered and the full energy is released.

In other words, a blast.

Even if there are no gorgeous visual effects, the sound can resound throughout the prison, and even the entire city of Ingrid.

"boom!"

Hello everyone, I am Neil the Brave.

I have a glorious and great wish.

May the world be peaceful. "Mission reminder: Congratulations to the brave man for completing the task, the brave man has been awarded the title 'Nuclear Peace Ambassador'."