The Academy Regressor is Obsessed

The fallen lightning covers the forest. The lightning is contained in the falling raindrops, electrifying various places and forming a kind of lightning zone. A land of widespread slaughter where no one can survive, exterminating everything down to the cellular level.

Ellen, who had moved to safety with Elena, let out a hollow laugh seeing that sight.

“…This is absurd.”

Ellen had participated in many labyrinth explorations and magical beast subjugation wars at the family level. Thanks to this, she was able to see more magicians than other nobles. But it was her first time seeing high-level magic.

To begin with, magicians are much fewer in number than warriors. Most mages who can use high-level magic tend to stay cooped up in Wiheim or work for some organization. Among wandering mages who work for money, those who can use high-level magic were few enough to count on one hand. That’s why Ellen had only seen descriptions of high-level magic in books.

A lethal magic that can annihilate an army with a single gesture and change terrain according to the mage’s will. Ellen felt an indescribable elation at the power of high-level magic, exactly the same as what she had seen in books.

If hit directly by that level of magic, even Fernan wouldn’t be unscathed. She forcibly raised her trembling arm, feeling the electric current mixed in the air. Elena, who had recovered from all her injuries, also raised her blood energy and narrowed her eyes.

“The smell of blood has intensified. But… it’s not yet a situation to be complacent.”

It was as Elena said. Ellen nodded and stared in the direction where the lightning had fallen. Asel, staggering to stand, and Fernan, bleeding all over his body, were facing each other and raising their fighting spirit.

The amount of blood flowing from Fernan’s body was large, but the depth of the wounds wasn’t too severe. It was to a level that could be cleanly healed just by drinking one recovery potion. But Fernan didn’t take out the potion from his bosom. In the first place, it was already shattered from being hit by lightning. There’s no use in drinking it.

“Whew……”

As he exhaled, the lightning-natured magical power remaining in his body slashed through his oral cavity as it went out. His tongue and palate were torn, and Fernan spoke with a grin.

“Lady Ena has raised her disciple well. To have grown enough to damage a Master’s body at that age. The elders of the magic tower would drool if they saw this.”
“Thank you for the praise.”
“Is this a situation to respond? Looks like you’ve reached magical exhaustion, finish it quickly.”

Fernan’s words were right. Asel twisted his face in pain near his heart, forcibly grasping his increasingly blurring vision.

‘Falling Thunder’, a high-level lightning-attribute magic. It’s the most intuitive and destructive formula with much room for revision, but the amount of magical power consumed is also tremendous. Although not to a level Asel can’t handle, just manifesting the formula required sacrificing 50% of the magical power in his core.

He cast such magic overlapped and drove it in, while continuously manifesting other magic while drawing the formula. As a result, he was able to activate magic with power not yet permitted to him, but the price also came back faithfully. If there hadn’t been dark clouds in the sky, it wouldn’t have ended with just magical exhaustion.

‘The rate at which magical power is rising is sufficient. But I can’t afford to be leisurely.’

The completely emptied magical core. Magical power is slowly coming in, but not enough to continue combat. In this state, he can only use magic three times.

Fortunately, there was a countermeasure. Asel opened his palm and summoned a small lightning aggregate on it.

[Lightning Child]

A lightning aggregate that judges and moves on its own rises according to the initial command Asel input.

The aggregate glowing with a dark blue light orbits around Asel. He manifested the next magic while looking at Fernan, who was leisurely waiting for him.

[Lightning Absorption]

Lightning from the air gathers above Asel’s grasp. Even the ownerless mana floating around was helplessly absorbed into the lightning he created. The lightning that grew huge this way instantly seeped into the area near his heart, filling the magical core with lightning-natured magical power.

While Asel’s magical power was originally flexible enough to use any kind of magic, his current magical power consisted solely of destructive and violent lightning. Thanks to this, the magic he could use became limited to lightning magic, but such a restriction had no effect at all.

From when he first used lightning magic until now, the magic Asel was most confident in and handled best was always the same.

He smiled while releasing the lightning that was rising to the point of overflowing. Fernan smiled back. The next moment, they both simultaneously released magic and sword energy towards each other.

Boom!!

A thunderous sound burst out as blue light and gray light collided in midair. The aggregate orbiting near Asel dove into that gap. The aggregate that instantly reached in front of Fernan glowed and scattered lightning around.

“Ha, I didn’t notice when Lady Ena used it, but seeing it now, it’s an extremely annoying magic.”

Fernan avoided the lightning shot by the aggregate with strange movements and cut through the magic by swinging his sword. Beyond the disappearing aggregate. Two blood-red wolves could be seen running with their jaws wide open.

[Blood Flow Molding]
[Blood Wolf Battle Annihilation]

The wolves each leap aiming for Fernan’s head and legs. Fernan cut both wolves with one sword stroke, then deflected the battle axe flying from the side. His figure was pushed back by the axe heavily imbued with aura. Ellen, who approached as if sliding, swung her fist.

Whoosh!

A fist extending quickly, cutting through the air. Fernan lightly twisted his body to avoid that attack. Then, while cutting through the blood spear thrown by Elena with his sword, he swung his leg to kick Ellen’s body.

[Spiral Shock]

Lightning poured in a spiral shape directly hits Fernan’s leg. His muscles contract momentarily, and Ellen dove into that gap. She rotated her body and kicked Fernan’s temple with her toes. Fernan’s body fell sideways as it was.

An obviously exposed opening. Instead of advancing further there, Ellen retrieved the axe she had thrown and approached Asel’s side. Elena, who had been riding on a blood-red wolf, also took her place beside him. Asel handed a potion from his backpack to Ellen while looking at Fernan, who was brushing off the mud stuck to his hair.

“Drink this. It’s a strength enhancement potion.”

Ellen drank the potion without hesitation and roughly threw away the empty bottle. She felt her strength rising immediately and looked at Asel, rolling only her eyes.

“What’s the plan?”
“Are you asking for my opinion?”
“In cases like this, the answer given by the magician is usually correct.”
“…Hmm.”

Instead of answering, Asel narrowed his eyes while drinking a magic amplification potion.

“There’s no detailed plan. Ellen, you just need to block Fernan’s attacks as much as possible while creating angles easy for Elena to attack. I’ll adjust the situation with fire support from behind.”
“Can you do it?”

Asel nodded. He shattered the empty bottle with lightning and patted the backs of the two once.

That was the signal. Ellen and Elena simultaneously rushed towards Fernan. Asel took a long breath behind them and drew up his magical power.

Magical power spreads rapidly while repeatedly contracting and relaxing. Electric current mixes in his exhaled breath. The air is electrified with each movement. A lightning zone forms centered on Asel.

Crackle!

The sound of lightning sparking is heard from Asel’s brain.

He incanted magic.

[Lightning Mist]

Crackle!!

Lightning unraveled like mist races through and dominates the space. A wide-area magic impossible to cut through individually. The magic that advanced precisely avoiding Ellen and Elena strikes Fernan from above. Fernan grinned and overlaid aura on his sword.

Sword aura, used for the first time in this battle. Ashen energy covers his blade, and Fernan swiftly swung his sword towards the sky.

With just that, the magic is physically dismantled. Asel circulated all the recoil from the forced dismantling of the magic and manifested new magic.

[Great Lightning Running Kill]

Spark.

A small lightning bolt flashed in front of Asel’s eyes. It resonates and combines with the lightning in the dark clouds, becoming a lightning bolt as thick as a house. At that overwhelming pressure, Ellen and Elena momentarily hardened their faces, and Fernan laughed loudly while brushing up his wet hair.

“Haha! Disciple of Revelation! Just how far have you reached!”
“I don’t know. But as I said before.”

Asel smiled slightly and shot the lightning bolt forward.

“I do it because I can.”

Boom!!

The lightning that advanced with a massive sound advances with an enormous amount of mass and energy as if to annihilate everything in its path. Fernan condensed aura to the extreme on his blade and swung his sword down from above.

Clink!

At that moment, just before the sword split the lightning. The huge lightning disappeared and a blue straight line flew from beyond it.

[Lightning Line]

Magic molded into a line shape by compressing lightning wraps around Fernan’s wrist and electrocutes him. As the output increases, the line glows and scorches Fernan’s skin. Originally, it would have enough power to sever a hand, but a Master’s body did not allow for such loss.

It didn’t matter. A moment of stiffness was enough.

Crackle!

The lightning bursts through the rainwater soaking Fernan and runs up, contracting the muscles of his entire body. Elena and Ellen dove into that momentary gap. Ellen swung her axe widely horizontally, and Elena formed a hand seal with her eyeballs dyed bright red.

[Blood Flow Acceleration]
[Red Blood Eyes]

An ability that can arbitrarily assign the part that can cause the most bleeding in the opponent blooms.

[Blood Flow Molding]
[Blood Lake Craving Life]

A pool made of blood forms under Fernan’s feet.

Splash!

A long red arm shoots out from the pool and grasps Fernan’s face. In that state, the hand opens and a pointed tongue inside shoots out aiming for his shoulder blade.

“The coordination is smooth.”

His voice is heard from the face covered by the red hand.

“But still amateurish.”

The moment he uttered this, powerful fighting spirit erupted from Fernan’s entire body.

With just that, Ellen’s axe is pushed back. Elena’s ability is forcibly dismantled. A huge wind pressure violently pushes the two away.

“Ugh!”
“Kek!”

The two who rolled on the ground and slammed into trees exhale rough breaths. But Fernan didn’t give them any attention. Instead, he stared at Asel and gripped his sword in reverse.

“Do you know what characteristic Masters and Archmages have in common?”
“……”
“It’s that they can release the mind image they hold into reality. They implement the world they possess in reality and challenge reality with their own tiny world.”

He continued speaking while recognizing the three pairs of eyes glaring at him.

“I’ll show you.”

Fernan grinned and thrust the sword he was holding in reverse into the ground. He stepped on and pressed down the pommel of the thrust sword while muttering.

“Mind Image Release.”

Boom!

An invisible energy sweeps through and advances across the entire forest.

Along with it, a gray moon rose in the sky.

The pale moonlight illuminates the ground. Just looking at it gave the illusion of one’s entire body being slashed. Breath is naturally stopped, and the head screams to leave this place immediately. But the body doesn’t move.

Overwhelmed.

Body and mind are overwhelmed by the moonlight. The brain can’t issue proper commands, and the mind wavers as if about to scatter at any moment. The mind image of one who reached the seat of Master with just one sword was so overwhelming, horrific, and also beautiful.

“Come.”

Fernan stretched his hand into the air. A pale sword blade rose above his grasp. He smiled while pointing the tip of the sword at Asel.

“I’ll end the test with this one strike.”
“……”
“Endure it.”

Fernan grasped the sword with both hands and pulled it to his side. At that sight, Ellen held out her axe as if to protect Asel, and Elena formed a curtain of blood. Asel gritted his teeth and incanted the strongest magic he could currently deploy.

He draws all the magical power from his core to form a magic circle.

He melts his mind image into the blade.

The magic circles that rose behind Asel resonate with each other and rotate.

The moon that rose behind Fernan is contained in the blade.

He stretched out his hand.

He swung his sword.

[Natural Resonance]
[Formula Expansion]
[Magical Power Amplification]
[Formula Overlap]
[Lightning Pillar Falling Earth]

[Waning Moon]

A pillar of lightning falls from the sky as if to split the earth.

The swung crescent moon advances as if to cut through everything.

Thus, lightning and moon collide.
Boom!!
The world flickered.