My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 279 A Hundred Martial Arts, This is American Iaido

Everything happened too suddenly.

Caught completely off guard, the king of the royal court stared wide-eyed at the part of his body that could be considered his eyes in the conventional sense, after discovering that the huge fireball he had thrown had vanished into thin air.

"Holy crap! What happened?!"

Surte was somewhat bewildered.

He can accept that his skills are blocked, redirected, or dodged.

Or they might be defeated head-on, or even bounced back.

After all, these things are still somewhat traceable and conform to his common sense.

But... the fact that he vanished into thin air and instantly lost all sense of the skill he had unleashed still surprised him.

The Flame Demon is different from other demons.

Strictly speaking, Balrogs shouldn't be classified as living beings.

Essentially, they are simply a mass of fire elemental magic possessing self-awareness and intelligence, truly "spirits" born from nature.

Therefore, they do not possess the bloodline techniques passed down through their bloodlines like other royal courts.

But since they have managed to join the ranks of the royal court, the Flame Demons naturally possess their own unique skills.

Once a Flame Demon reaches the Transcendent rank, it will automatically possess an unparalleled control over magic power, especially fire elemental magic power, far surpassing that of other demon races at the same rank.

The skill that Surte just unleashed couldn't even be considered a spell.

He simply gathered a ball of purified, somewhat volatile fire elemental magic and threw it down.

Humans use fireballs that are far more sophisticated than his previous skill.

But in any case, humans have also used his methods to release magical orbs of any size.

This is a talent unique to the Flame Demon race.

Therefore, one should have a very high degree of control and sensitivity to this ball of magic.

But in an instant, without warning, he lost all sensation.

He could even feel that he had lost the extremely strong control over magic that came with the Balrog after he stepped into the extraordinary realm.

To give an example, it's like the panel attributes dropping from MAX to 80.

Moreover, he sensed the power of the runestone.

Without a doubt, the human boy standing below is capable of using the power of those runes!
His unusual condition was probably related to the power of the rune.

"Oh no, this is a tricky situation!"

Surte had a bad feeling.

He, who originally thought he had the upper hand and the advantage in combat power, is now starting to hesitate.

He was starting to have trouble figuring out Roland's approach.

This kid is a bit strange.

Moreover, the crazy woman next to him didn't seem easy to deal with either.

What if this kid suddenly pulls a trap on me while I'm fighting that crazy woman?
Before arriving, the royal court's intelligence network had also gathered some information about Roland.

He knew that the jet-black holy sword that had almost killed the Demon King was in Roland's hands.

That sword was the natural enemy of his kind, a being formed from aggregated magic.

It's truly a case of "a mere brush will cause injury, a single touch will be fatal."

This refers to mutual restraint based on compatibility.

Although he had brought a team of elites, due to the special nature of the Flame Demon Royal Court, only members of his clan at the seventh-ring transcendent level or above could understand human speech.

However, as a result, the population of the Flame Demon race has never been large.

He brought ten skilled warriors with him this time, which already counts as one-tenth of the Flame Demon Royal Court's forces.

It can be said that they mobilized their entire force.

This is truly an elite force that he would be heartbroken to lose for two months!

The powerful ruler of the royal court began to spy from behind the clouds.

At the same time, he was also using his not-so-good intelligence to weigh the pros and cons.

That is, the benefits that killing Roland would bring from the royal court, and the benefits of taking advantage of the situation.

Of course, the first priority is to keep a close eye on your men and prevent them from going to their deaths.

……

On the ground, Roland, having eliminated a large fireball, remained on high alert.

Moreover, Roland had gained something from the recent attempt.

Although the mana cost of World Tree's protection remains unchanged, it is still consumed at one-third of the mana amount.

However, thanks to the greatly increased mana regeneration speed, this one-third of the mana consumed can be recovered in just a few breaths.

For him, this skill was no longer something that could only be used three times and required precise calculations based on mana consumption.

As long as it's not used three times in a row, the consumption is within Roland's acceptable range.

Moreover, after advancing to the extraordinary level, one might receive some further enhancements.

What puzzled Roland was that the enemy that attacked this time, according to the somewhat strange messenger, was likely a royal ruler who was rushing in with his elite troops.

Even if I replicated the tactics that Ms. Flam and I used to deal with Slo in the capital, it probably wouldn't work against an opponent of this caliber.

After all, the other party isn't just one person.

Moreover, the strength of the Lord of the Royal Court is far beyond that of a mere ninth-circle mage who relies on the convenience of spells.

Even in the most ideal circumstances, with her combat strength unknown but rising stronger against stronger opponents, Lady Kalia displayed extraordinary prowess, suppressing the subordinates brought by the Lord of the Royal Court in a one-against-many battle.

Are Russell and I really confident in dealing with that Lord of the Royal Court?

Based on the recent attempt, the likelihood is not high.

Although Ms. Remilia is unreliable, she is still a ninth-ringed demon. Even if her loss of composure when her bloodline spell failed was somewhat exaggerated due to her personality, it was still a result of her acting out of character.

However, to put it in perspective, bloodline techniques are of paramount importance to a demon, especially a great demon.

Roland firmly believed this.

This can be seen from Kalia's description of her innate spell.

People who are born with great power and skills will not leave their advantages unused, but will instead focus on researching other skills and spells.

All of this is for the purpose of dealing with a strange human boy someday in the future.

Surprise, fear, rage... those hit by the World Tree's protective effect will inevitably show some reaction.

The calm person was surprised.

The timid are afraid.

The incompetent are enraged.

But this time, Roland didn't get enough feedback.

In any case, this proves something.

The enemy may have ignored the World Tree's protective effect. Or perhaps, the massive fireball that just appeared, blotting out the sky, wasn't a bloodline spell.

Furthermore, the skill did take effect, but the opponent has enough tricks up their sleeve. To put it in the worst case, the opponent may know about my tricks and the effects of the World Tree's protection.

After all, Roland's own intelligence, once he is officially granted the title of Grand Duke, will certainly attract a great deal of attention from others.

My own abilities were not entirely kept secret.

Aside from his own innate magical techniques, which may still retain some mystery, his other methods should have been thoroughly collected long ago.

Even if the Hatter and the Inspectorate wanted to help him conceal information, the effect would probably be mediocre.

In short, any of these conditions being met would be bad news for Roland.

However, there is some good news as well as the current situation.

Firstly, my mentor was not only academically excellent, but also had some knowledge of martial arts.

Secondly, the opponent definitely doesn't know how many times his skill can be used, and the World Tree's protection definitely affected him.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have waited until now to take action.

But continuing in this stalemate is not a solution.

Just now, it seemed like there was a magical fluctuation coming from the clouds in the sky?

Roland pondered for a moment, while Russell looked at Roland and asked, "Hey, my good apprentice, do you have any ideas?"

"Although you just managed to eliminate that fireball, I still have to remind you that the intensity of that fireball had reached the level of a forbidden spell used by an ordinary ninth-ring mage."

"It is very likely that the one who made the move was Surte, the ruler of the Flame Demon Royal Court."

"In the last hundred years, this ruler of the royal court has been one of the most active."

"The powerful figure in the empire named Kefas also earned his illustrious reputation by confronting him head-on and severely injuring and repelling him."

Roland nodded after listening: "I understand. If we were to categorize the rulers of royal courts into different ranks, he would be a typical weak ruler, right?"

"Yes, that Blood Demon Lord this morning can be considered at the level of a strong royal court." Russell nodded in agreement, a pleased smile on his face, seemingly very satisfied with his beloved disciple's classification of combat skills.

Hearing this, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, so he's a guy with a similar role to Kensei Muguruma.

It seems I overthought things before.

With that in mind, Roland activated his Blood Armor, which also boosted the magic power of his circuits to the maximum, and he also reactivated the Sun Runestone.

After stacking all possible spell buffs, Roland, his body surging with magical energy, turned to Russell: "Teacher, protect Kalia. I want to give this Queen a little surprise!"

Looking at the somewhat excited Roland, Kalia sighed: "Here we go again... He's usually such a serious guy, but he always acts weird at times like this."

No sooner had Kalia finished her retort than a powerful surge of magical energy erupted from Roland's hand.

In terms of sheer presence, Roland's magical energy fluctuations at this moment were already comparable to those of an eighth-ring mage.

But are these really enough to deal with a king?

Of course, that's not enough.

This was just a "signal flare".

Roland grinned, and after a relatively short spellcasting process, he threw a dimensional spear from his hand, which flew into the sky.

After confirming that the Spear of the Boundary could affect the clouds that he found somewhat strange, Roland immediately activated his Time Control, entering a super-accelerated state that was almost like stopping time.

He drew his gun, loaded it, and chambered all the unused engraved bullets that Remilia and Flam had given him!
He's going to have a blast today!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The black and white twin guns spewed out tongues of fire.

Although the power was weakened due to the carrier, each spell, which was still extremely threatening, began to reveal its true form after the bullet left the barrel, under the intensification of the Great Source Magic environment and the effect of the bullet's imprint.

A sea of ​​blood first formed in mid-air, and then, like a waterfall flying in reverse, it flew towards the higher sky in a way that completely defied the laws of physics.

This is a magazine of bullets that embodies all the secret techniques of the Blood Demon King's Court.

It's clear that a contract guaranteed by a deity is indeed effective; Ms. Remilia had absolutely no intention of falsifying anything.

Although she lacks combat awareness, she is, after all, the daughter of the former king and the younger sister of the current king, and she is very familiar with the various secret techniques developed within the royal court that target bloodline magic.

While its limited power is a drawback, its sheer numbers largely make up for it.

That sea of ​​blood is the best proof.

Seemingly due to the secret techniques of the Blood Demon Clan, the bullets that were fired automatically condensed into a sea of ​​blood in mid-air, and then various skills were continuously generated from the sea of ​​blood.

On the other side, there were various powerful and destructive spells provided by Flam in friendship.

Colorful magic danced in the air, even distorting the surrounding space.

Clearly, Ms. Fram added quite a bit of stuff when she engraved the bullet.

If it weren't for the fact that the forbidden runes were impossible to carve, and that carving them would cause the chamber to explode, she probably would have definitely carved the forbidden runes on it.

Despite enduring the rapid depletion of his magic power and the near-complete exhaustion of his inherent time control, Roland showed little sign of pain.

Indeed, describing this technique simply as a matter of time control is far too simplistic!
This is practically a Stand ability!
When one's own acceleration reaches its limit, time around them essentially stands still.

This is the surprise Roland plans to give to the ruler of the royal court!
As all the bullets were fired, and as the Boundary-Breaking Spear was detonated prematurely by the Lord of the Royal Court in the clouds, the remote assistance of two ninth-ring powerhouses appeared in front of Surte in an instant.

Surte: "???"

"It's you again! Blood Demon! Damn it!"

The king's angry curses resounded through the sky, followed by the legendary phenomenon of "the greatest sound is silent."

Of course, this didn't affect Danso, who was observing the battle from the West Tower City using his familiars.

Upon hearing Sirte's incompetent rage, he first burst into satisfied laughter.

I thought to myself that his reminder was indeed very timely!

Roland and his gang must have laid an ambush on that idiot Surte, whose IQ is questionable, after he reminded them!
But Danso's joy soon faded.

He saw a sea of ​​blood, and a familiar magical aura emanating from it.

"Puff puff puff puff puff————"

Danso spat out the hot black tea he had just taken a sip of.

"Holy crap! Remilia! What's she doing here?! Wait, there's a familiar aura... it's that damned elf!"

"No, no... Was it not the person who released the skill using something like a spell scroll?"

"Damn it! What an idiot! Who is this kid to you that you're helping him like this?"

"Good heavens, you've used all the secret techniques of the Blood Demon King's Court..."

"You should at least leave some for yourself! You've spilled it all over to humans? Are you kidding me?"

Danso was mentally devastated.

The only saving grace is that Remilia's betrayal of the demon race was already common knowledge among all demons.

After all, she was the true MVP of the Demon King War. Without her as a guide, the demons would probably have won the thousand-year holy war back then.

Therefore, Danso need not worry about causing any trouble for the royal court.

But what exactly is this kid's relationship with Remilia? Why is he so biased towards that kid named Roland? Why did he hand over all his trump cards to Roland in this way?

Could it be that my sister has finally become thirsty after being single for so long?

(End of this chapter)