Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

"I understand, Akman." Mikayi interrupted Akman's analysis.

Without her needing to analyze, Mikayi already had the answer in his heart.

Mikayi severed the communication magic and took a step forward.

In the heart of the forest, beneath his feet, a massive trap spell was triggered.

Mikayi didn't take the magic seriously at all. He walked nonchalantly to the very center of the magic circle.

"Betrayed..."

"This isn't the first time I've experienced something like this."

"It won't matter if it happens a few more times."

"Come here, you bunch of self-important humans."

"All of them—"

"Die!!"

146 Attack

"He's fallen for the trap!" The swordsman, who had been lurking in the tree, leaped down, drew his longsword, and pounced on his target.

At Mikayi's feet, a trap spell generated by plant elements was triggered.

Thorns covered in barbs burst forth from the ground, binding and imprisoning Mikayi's body.

The charging swordsman raised his longsword high, as the emperor had specifically instructed him to capture him alive. The swordsman turned his blade, presenting the unsheathed side of the sword to his target.

"Hmph, I think he's just an ordinary person. I don't know why the emperor is wary of him."

The swordsman darted closer, but the target bound by thorns remained motionless.

It doesn't seem as powerful as rumored.

Realizing he was about to succeed, the swordsman chuckled: "I'll knock you out, then you can go back to the Empire and collect your reward!"

clang--

The sword slammed down horizontally, but missed its target.

He crashed into an invisible wall.

"How could this be? There was no incantation, so how could a defensive spell be activated!"

"As expected, this person might possess some high-level magical artifacts!" A mage standing in the tree shouted in this direction, "Swordsmen, retreat!"

The swordsman who failed to land a blow retreated a few steps, creating distance. The swordsman behind him, who was slightly slower, also retreated.

Mikayi looked at the ground, feeling the trap magic on his body.

More thorns coiled around him, their sharp barbs digging into his flesh. The barbs were poisonous, and the poison spread throughout his body via his bloodstream.

A thicker vine emerged from the ground, carrying Mikayi and lifting her high.

The view broadened, and from Mikayi's feet, one could see the general outline of the entire forest.

<Black Magic: Nullification of Pain>

<Black Magic - High-Level Poison Resistance>

<Black Magic: Full Speed ​​Self-Healing>

The high-level passive magic within the Demon King's body was triggered, rendering those clumsy human spells utterly ineffective against him.

Mikayi stared at the ground beneath his feet, his hair obscuring his expression, though a pair of scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen glowing red.

<Black Magic: Emotion Suppression>

<Black Magic: Emotion Suppression>

<Black Magic: Emotion Suppression>

……

The triggered passive is no longer defense, but emotional suppression.

This was all to suppress the Demon King's anger.

"Hold……"

"His mother's mouth..."

"Just randomly triggered the passive skill..."

"I don't even have the right to spit out my anger?!"

The plant-type mage standing on the tree trunk naturally didn't hear Mikayi's mutterings. Seeing the other's mouth moving, he assumed it was chanting some powerful spell.

The plant-based magician quickly increased the pace of his incantation, controlling the thick vine to bloom a flower.

The red flower bud was in full bloom, originally a delicate and beautiful flower, but in the next second, a gaping maw appeared in the center of the flower's stamen.

A menacing fang appeared behind Mikayi, and he swallowed the man whole.

"With the team's poison-attribute thorn magic, that wind mage must be unable to move now."

The mage casting the man-eating flower spell was full of confidence. After paralyzing the target's entire body, the target would be absorbed into the man-eating flower's digestive fluid, rendering them completely incapable of movement.

<Black Magic: Heart Control>

There was no sound, no magical light effects.

The magician, who was full of confidence just a moment ago, suddenly coughed up blood, became weak in his limbs, and fell off the tree trunk.

Mikayi calmly withdrew his five-finger half-grip grip.

The man-eating plant, having lost its magical support, quietly disintegrated and separated.

Mikayi patted off the remaining digestive fluids from his body, and a gentle breeze appeared beneath his feet, allowing him to land safely.

"As expected... a mage who can get the emperor to prepare a thousand combat troops is not so simple..." Seeing his companion's sudden and tragic death, the mage hiding in the tree swallowed hard.

Although he was terrified, he had to go. The empire hated deserters more than anything; if someone chose to run away, they would be killed the moment they made the decision.

Moreover... this is happening with the emperor present. They will not only be killed, but they will die a horrible death.

Whoosh—bang—

A red firework exploded in the sky not far away.

That was the signal for the Lyon Empire's attack.

By order of the emperor.

"on!"

Neither the magician nor the swordsman lurking on the tree trunk dared to hesitate; they grabbed their weapons and charged toward their target.

"You're here to arrest me alone, but a whole bunch of you?"

Mikayi watched coldly.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how many come, they're all going to die."

Raising his hand, a cyan magic circle appeared in Mikayi's palm.

With palms facing upwards, the magic circle slowly rotated and expanded, spinning upwards.

Until a dazzling blue caught the eye of thousands of people.

A huge magic circle was spinning overhead, emitting a blinding blue light.

For a moment, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"It's a lie, it's a lie, right?!"

"This scale... what kind of magic is this?!"

This wasn't the first time Mikayi had used this wind magic on the continent of Lolan.

If the magic used during the last battle against Akman in the skies above the Ais Federation had its power largely controlled, then this time, its activation is unleashing its full potential.

Beneath the massive cyan magic circle, several smaller magic circles emerged like ripples on water. From these smaller magic circles, arrows pointed straight towards the ground.

From a distance, those arrows pointing towards the ground appear as thin as blades of grass. But in reality, they are not arrows at all; upon closer inspection, they are revealed to be long spears as thick as a human wrist.

Thousands of magicians and swordsmen looked up at the exaggerated magic above them, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat.

"Hey, even though there's a huge difference in strength... we can... we can win by sheer numbers... right...?"

Mikayi's hands remained facing upwards, and tens of thousands of arrows had already taken shape above his head, awaiting his command.

"Damn it!" the swordsman at the front of the group cursed under his breath.

Running away was out of the question; escaping under the emperor's nose was tantamount to suicide. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and go for it.

"attack!!"

The crowd roared, various spells were generated in their hands, and they rushed towards the figure in the center.

"Wind magic... a swift rain of gunfire..."

Despite the imposing presence of the thousand-strong group, Mikayi remained calm and composed.

With a downward press of his palm, the arrows, ready to be released, fell in droves like fine raindrops.

147 Uneasy

"The bleeding has stopped for now."

Kuro may not be good at much else, but he's quite adept at bandaging wounds.

She wrapped the bandage around Heddes's back several times, but the slipknot wouldn't hold. After fumbling around for a while, she finally tied a big bow on Heddes's back.

Hedis tugged at his bow tie, unable to manage a smile: "I'll do it myself..."

"Wait! Hold on, let me re-tie you." Kuro slapped Hedis's hand away. "If you move around any more, the wound will reopen..."

From the moment Kuro started bandaging Hedis, Yuri sat silently to the side.

Kuro glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then calmly looked away.

In this situation... if her boyfriend were injured, she would be very anxious... why didn't Yuri react at all?

Kuro wondered to himself, then gently pressed down the restless Hedis, untied the bow, and re-bandaged her.