Nathan

  Year 2851 | Month 1 | Day 9

  After killing that first one before, there are a total of six Class B magicians left in front of me. And all six of them quickly begin to show signs of oxygen deprivation as Incendia’s spell deprives the dome of any and all oxygen. Which, coincidentally enough, begins to kill off the other soldiers in the area as well. Enemies who just happen to have been caught up in the dome.

  I don’t pay them any mind though as I move faster than any regular human could possibly move straight up to the closest Class B magician before slashing out with my death flame coated blade. At which point my blade strikes the wind barrier of one of the magicians, only to shatter the barrier and send the magician flying as a gust of wind pushes him back. Most likely a backup spell in their barrier to knock them out of the way of an attack.

  Which is a pretty interesting and good idea, if I’m being honest. Making it so they’re sent flying backwards if their barrier is shattered. Pushing them out of the way of the attack in the process.

  With their ally out of the way, all of the other magicians begin blasting spells at me in a rapid-fire manner. Literally dozens of spells a second. Completely blotting out my vision in the process.

  Also destroying my armor again, but at this point I’m used to it.

  The barrage lasts for quite some time as I feel my consciousness beginning to slip as my entire body is erased. And just like normal, my body quickly begins to reform once their barrage ends. Leaving me standing naked in front of them with nothing more than a ring, my terminal, my sword, and my storage device on me. Until a second later after I summon clothes from said storage device and put them on.

  Meanwhile the magicians in front of me look shocked as hell as they all show worsening and worsening signs of oxygen deprivation. With some of them falling to their knees while gasping in an attempt to get more air.

  But Incendia doesn’t stop her spell even after she too was blasted to smithereens.

  I glance at her with more than a little interest on my face.

  ‘How do you keep your spell running even after losing consciousness?’ I ask out of curiosity.

  She looks back at me and answers, ‘Leave an if-else loop in the script that will decrease the amount of mana required to run the spell while it still goes on without you. But only if you aren’t actively providing mana to it. This won’t let you run it forever, and it’ll decrease the efficiency of the spell while you aren’t there providing mana, but it’ll keep the spell going even after you’ve lost consciousness.”

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  Interesting… I should look into editing my spells to add that.

  Anyways, now that they’re all struggling to even stand much less fight, I coat my blade in death flames again and rush forwards. Quickly cutting the head off of one of the Class B magicians before moving on and stabbing another straight through the heart.

  Unfortunately for me, my free reign over them is shattered when cracks begin forming on the dome around us. Following which the dome completely falls apart to reveal another magician floating outside of it.

  A woman I vaguely recognize from intel I remember reading back in the academy.

  She’s a Class A general from the nation of Natra. And, more importantly to me, she’s a fire affinity magician.

  A faint smile stretches across my face as I see her. Meanwhile the Class B magicians all quickly begin gasping for air far harder than before now that air is rushing back into the area after the dome was destroyed.

  Although now there are only four Class B magicians left, and they’ve drained at least half of their mana with their barrage of attacks on me.

  Not to mention their bodies aren’t in the greatest of shapes thanks to the oxygen deprivation earlier.

  So the Class A magician waves her hand, ordering them to retreat before she focuses on me with her eyes narrowed.

  I glance at Incendia and comment, ‘I get the feeling she doesn’t like me.’

  ‘Probably not,’ Incendia says in return as I turn to look at the woman who is currently flying through some sort of spell that seems to be heating the air around her to expand it. ‘Doesn’t mean you can’t learn some of her spells.’

  My smile turns into a grin.

  True.

  So without hesitation I turn my terminal off sleep mode and begin taking notes about the spell she’s using. An act in and of itself that seems to piss her the hell off, considering the dozens upon dozens of spears made out of fire that appear in the air before flying at me.

  I ignore them to continue typing on my terminal. Because taking notes on this flight spell of hers is far more important than my clothes being scorched to ashes again.

  Those can and are easily replaced as I nonchalantly pull more out from my storage after her spells finish. Then I return to writing my notes.

  Her eyes twitch in irritation.

  At this point she seems to realize that it’s impossible to deal with me through attacks, so she slowly flies down before the spell she’s using to fly changes a little. Making it so that the air is less and less heated the lower she goes.

  I, of course, make sure to take notes on it all as I watch.

  “Why are you attacking our forces, Undead Magician? You’re clearly wearing gear made in Arcadia, and you don’t seem to care about the nobles in the areas you fight in. Are you even a part of the Kingdom of the Fallen?” The woman asks, surprising me more than a little at the fact that the enemies paid that much attention to me and my actions.

  But I answer rather simply while not stopping in my note-taking, “Because the nobles are a bunch of wimps who decided to push me to fight their enemies instead of fighting them.”

  She stares at me.

  I continue taking notes until I feel satisfied and finally focus solely one her. Albeit more for the purpose of seeing any more spells she’ll start using than paying attention to her words.

  Why isn’t she attacking me anymore? I want to see more high tier fire spells…

  “In that case, Undead Magician, let’s talk,” the Class A magician declares, shocking the hell out of me.

  Wait, since when could magicians talk instead of attacking without provocation?!

  And more importantly… what about seeing new fire spells?

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