I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

"Level 70?"

Mitis's eyes widened instantly. Apart from the Seal of Original Sin and the Demon King, there have only been less than five level 70 creatures and non-living monsters in the history of the continent. Not only that, none of those people are humanoid creatures, and more than half are non-living monsters with endless lifespans. Therefore, level 70 is also considered to be a realm that all humanoid creatures cannot reach.

In other words, the being that sent Laplace's Demon to the camp might not be human at all.

Mitis frowned and asked Nanako.

"Does such a thing exist in the Empire?"

"No... According to the captured prisoners, they were attacked by someone calling themselves Entarosphiel, who broke into their base. They were helplessly eliminated by a spell that looked very similar to a stun grenade, but was actually at least level five."

"That's all?"

"No, different captives have different stories. Some say they were knocked unconscious by invisible, transparent beings, others say they were defeated by a beautiful human woman. There are also descriptions such as the other party being able to summon indestructible crystals, having angelic wings, and white twintails. However, these are all unfounded. Lord Gerard believes that the poachers were too frightened and hallucinated."

"Hmm... That's right. How could a human possibly grow wings like an angel? Even if they had invisibility magic, they'd be easily exposed by the revealing powder. They pose no threat at all. To bring all the poachers from the mountains to the camp overnight, they'd have to be at least the size of a dragon and able to fly."

But in that case, there would be no reason for the poachers to be invaded silently. Even with the memory of the Seal of Jealousy, there are no monsters on the continent that can meet the above conditions.

Suddenly, Mitis thought of another possibility.

"Is there actually more than one person?"

"Well, that's the final conclusion of the meeting—really, it's all because Master Mitis wasn't there at the time, so everyone had to ask me to attend in her place, which resulted in Master Gerard scolding me."

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry."

Mitis touched Nanako's head embarrassedly, causing Nanako's rabbit ears to stand up instantly.

"M-Mitis-sama, you should hurry up and head to the front. We're almost at our destination. If you're late, Gerard will definitely nag you again."

"Yes, yes, Nanako too. You must listen to me and stay on the periphery. We won't need ordinary soldiers for this battle. Only Gerard, me, and the Magic Chanters will be enough."

"Well, please do your best, Master Mitis."

Nanako stopped and waved to Mitis with a smile. The sunlight shone on her long purple hair, and the dazzling reflection made Mitis squint slightly.

With its wings spread, Mitis hovered in mid-air.

"Yes, I will."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mitis suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance. Mitis was sure that she must have smelled this smell before, and not long ago.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Mitis figured out the true meaning of the fragrance.

"Isn't this the smell of dragon claws? I remember Ella made it into spices. Maybe there are dragon claws around here too."

Not taking it to heart, Mitis shrugged her shoulders and quickly ran towards the valley ahead - there were three thousand magic casters and elite soldiers from the army gathered there. Probably, as soon as she arrived, the battle would start immediately.

"I hope it goes smoothly."

The wings cut through the air, leaving only the sound gradually disappearing into the wind.

Chapter 60: Fire Storm

Taking advantage of the flat terrain, a 3,000-strong army of magic chanters slowly spread out under the scorching sun. Their target, Laplace's Demon, was within the valley, while the Imperial Army surrounded the entire valley. Gerard was confident that even an ant wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.

Although he is over fifty years old, Gerard still maintains a strong physique. In addition to the level bonus, it is also because he spends a lot of time improving his martial arts. There is an innate gap between humans and monsters, so it can only be made up through acquired efforts. This is one of the concepts that Gerard implements.

The sunlight caused a burning sting on his skin. Gerard, with sweat on his forehead, turned his head with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"That guy hasn't arrived yet?"

That guy was naturally referring to Mitis. Being late at this moment, Gerard's inner anger was almost uncontrollable.

The intelligence officer beside him lowered his head timidly.

"Sir, Sir Gerard, Sir Mitis hasn't—"

"We're already here."

Interrupting the conversation, with the sound of wings flapping through the air, Mitis with long, smooth pink hair landed next to Gerard.

Glancing coldly at Mitis, Gerard's voice was filled with displeasure.

"Humph, I thought you were scared and ran away."

"So you have a legitimate reason to punish me?"

"So you knew."

Without saying anything more, Miti shrugged fearlessly. Although Gerard had already stepped into the realm of quasi-heroes, Miti knew very well that if Gerard's defensive ability had not been able to restrain himself, he would not have been able to last more than a quarter of an hour in her hands. The huge racial gap could not be made up by a mere one-level advantage.

The magic chanter leader Cid stepped forward to mediate.

"Stop arguing about personal matters. The war is imminent, let's review the plan one last time."

"It's just that Sid, you guys use magic to drive the people out of the underground first, and then Gerard and I will fight the poacher leader, right?"

Although it sounds like an overly simple plan, it is actually the result of Gerard's repeated consideration. No one knows how much strength the poachers have hidden, and how much power they have that can make the Black Dragons suffer. If a gentle countermeasure is adopted, once the opponent is not controlled, the loss suffered will be unacceptable to Gerard. That's why he planned to use carpet bombing right from the start.

Sid nodded at Mitis's words, then looked at Gerald.

"Lord Gerard, are we ready to begin?"

"Well, they should have discovered us. Let's show these poachers the strength of the Empire."

"Of course."

Having said that, a smile appeared on Cid's face. With three thousand well-trained magic casters present, even if there were quasi-heroes among the poachers, Cid was confident that he could blow them to pieces.

After exchanging glances with the commander of another magic chanter corps nearby and nodding to each other, the white-bearded Cid raised his staff above his head.

Fireball

It's only a first-level magic, not to mention the damage, even the range can't attack the targets in the valley. The reason for doing this is just to serve as a signal to command the army.

A fireball about one meter in diameter rushed into the sky with high heat. After reaching the peak, it exploded and turned into a large red curtain. The signal was so obvious that even people at the foot of the mountain could see it clearly.

Then, like a falling domino, the magic casters lined up on the top of the mountain began to raise their staffs one after another. However, the strange thing was that although these magic casters were chanting the same spell, their rhythm and tone were different. If you had to say, it felt a bit like a duet, with the latter row always half a beat slower than the former.

Seeing this scene, Gerard couldn't help but smile.

"Captain Cid's soldiers are truly worthy of their reputation. This is the multi-chant that the Imperial Magic Chanter Corps is so proud of, right?"

"Hehehe, this is all thanks to His Majesty's decree. If it weren't for His Majesty's emphasis on training magic casters, we wouldn't be where we are today."

Despite speaking modestly, Sid couldn't hide his pride and kept stroking his beard.

One after another, fireballs appeared above the array, as if there was an extra sun. The high heat and dazzling light filled the top of the mountain. It was not difficult to imagine that if these fireballs were gathered together and thrown into the valley, it would definitely cause unimaginable shock.

"There's a reaction down there."

The herald's voice attracted the attention of Gerard and others.

“That’s…?”

"Fireball?"

Without responding to Gerard and Sid's words, Mitis also looked at the valley with a sinking heart.

The valley with large tracts of exposed rock was lit up with an eye-scorching orange-red light. The rapidly growing sea of ​​fire seemed to devour the earth, gradually filling the entire field of vision. Along with it was a heat that was even more intense than that behind him. The hot wind even made people unable to help but take a few steps back.

Sid could faintly hear the sound of swallowing his saliva - a trembling sound that only came from fear.

"That's... fifth... fifth-level magic."

"Fifth-level magic?! Sir Cid, are you seeing things?"

"No, there's no mistake. That's the fifth-tier magic, 'Fire Storm'! Earl Gerard, quickly retreat the soldiers!"

Another legion commander, Rocky, shouted. From the shock in the two men's eyes, Gerard immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He pulled out his heavy sword and plunged it heavily into the mud.

If seventh-level magic is described as being able to destroy a city in one strike, then fifth-level magic is capable of devouring most of an army in one strike. For ordinary soldiers in a dense array, it would not be surprising to wipe out thousands of people in one strike.

The orange-red color that filled the valley did not stop because of the conversation between Gerard and others. Instead, it intensified and developed into a hurricane carrying flames, like a poisonous snake forged from fire, spitting its tongue sadistically at the soldiers.

It expanded rapidly like a balloon blown up by a blower, and would swallow up the army in the next second.

There is no doubt that if this attack was allowed to hit the army, nearly half of them would have died.

"Hurry, have the magic casters use defensive magic!"

"It's too late, Lord Gerard!"

"Then come up with something quick! Earth Shield!"

With Gerard as the center, accompanied by the trembling of the earth, a solid earth wall rose from the ground to block everyone behind. However, even with the fourth-level magic "Earth Shield" as a wide-area defense magic, it was unable to block thousands of people at once. The range that could be covered was less than fifty yards at most, and this did not take into account the possibility that the soldiers would be roasted alive due to the high temperature.

Gathering all his strength into his lungs, Sid turned and shouted at the army.

"Scatter! Everyone, scatter! Give up the magic!"

Chapter 61: Tenth level magic?

But the beings in the valley had already taken this into consideration. They gathered enough desperate firestorms and rushed out of the valley. The flames, nearly a hundred meters high, were like huge waves swept up by the wind, and they pounced on the magic casters mercilessly.

It was a blow that shook even the air, and the ground sizzled as if it was being roasted. Even without Cid's order, the magic casters knew at that moment that they should drop their weapons and run for their lives.

Without having time to ponder what kind of magic the fiery crimson that covered most of the sky was, these magic casters, who were usually used to being superior to others, turned around, shouting in fear, pushing away their companions in front of them, and desperately ran as far as possible.

Gradually, they felt the heat coming from their backs, and the ends of their hair curled up due to the high temperature. In addition, an unpleasant burnt smell rushed into their nostrils. Everything they felt turned into fear at this moment, driving the magic casters to speed up and alternate their legs to escape.

This was what was called a dam bursting. The soldiers who had been in formation were instantly transformed into a muddy stream and scattered.

What should I do?

Such thoughts came to Mitis's mind.

She didn't even remember planning such a "grand" opening. According to the original process, the Seal of Greed should have taken the initiative to greet them, and after Gerald realized that it was the Seal of Original Sin, everyone would start the formal battle. And if she remembered correctly, she had clearly warned Greed not to use fifth-level magic.

[Could it be that he was plotting against me? ]

Mitis' heart skipped a beat, as if she had missed a step while going down the stairs.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Even as a purebred vampire, she cannot take the fifth-level magic head-on without being hurt. Mitis couldn't help but secretly rejoice at her decision - to let Nanako and the ordinary soldiers stay at the foot of the mountain.

Spreading her wings, Mitis was ready to use her advantage of being able to move quickly in the air to fly to the side, but just as she was flying upwards, her whole body seemed to hit something and stopped in the air for a moment.

It was a feeling of bumping into someone. Although the contact was only for a moment, Mitis was very sure that the soft touch must have come from a creature. Not only that, she even knocked that creature away. The evidence was that the surprised sound of "Huh?" still lingered in her ears.

The aroma of the dragon's vine claws once again filled his nostrils.

"What is that?"

Unable to help but recall what had happened, Mitis raised her head, but the situation she saw made her stop thinking instantly.

“You’re… you’re kidding…”

The fire storm that originally covered most of the sky turned into an ice sculpture.

Just as the name implies, the waves of flames turned into a huge ice-blue wave that solidified in mid-air in the blink of an eye. Even the spewing tongues of fire were included, all frozen in place, reflecting the dazzling light of the sun. It is certain that even the best craftsmen could not carve such a magnificent and lifelike statue. Not only that, Mitis even felt a bone-chilling chill from it, a coldness that made her gums tremble. Even the sunlight in the distant sky turned pale because of this ice sculpture.

Anyone would think about what happened, and Mitis was no exception. She slowly lowered her gaze, trying to find some clues to the source, but the more she looked, the more shocked she was. There are many magics that can make other magics stop in place, whether it is the "time pause" in the lost time magic or the "still space" in the space magic, they can achieve the effect of temporarily stopping the magic, but she has never heard of the magic that can directly turn flames into ice. It is simply a miracle - to be more precise, it is a divine existence.

Did it transform the flames into ice, similar to the magic of elemental transformation, or was the ice magic so powerful that even the flames were frozen?

Mitis was at a loss for words, because each one of them existed only in her imagination. The magic of element transformation did exist, but not to mention that the amount that could be transformed each time was extremely small, first of all, opposing elements - such as water and fire, light and darkness - could never be directly transformed into each other.

As for the other option, since ice magic is too powerful, even the possibility of freezing the flames is out of the question. Mitis is sure that even a seventh-level forbidden ice magic cannot freeze a first-level fireball. Perhaps only the legendary tenth-level super-level magic that no one can use has a glimmer of hope.

but.

As her thoughts continued to deepen, Mitis felt an unstoppable fear rising in her heart.

However, if what was happening now was indeed the possibility that he had just thought of, then it meant that there was a terrifying existence here that could use tenth-order super-level magic. Not only that, the other party even had the spare energy to control the magic to only freeze the flames. He and Gerard and others who were closest to the "Fire Storm" did not feel any discomfort at all except for being able to feel the cold coming from the opposite side.

Could it be that there is someone in this world who can surpass the Demon King and "Pride"?

Although reality and reason told Mitis that this was indeed the case, her heart refused to admit it. She really couldn't imagine what would happen if the person who used magic turned his spearhead against herself and Ella.

He would probably be killed in one blow without any resistance.

Her heart stopped beating suddenly, and Mitis felt her mind go blank. She subconsciously looked at Gerard in the distance, but he seemed to be in the same extreme anxiety and fear as herself. His sharp eyes, like those of a falcon, retracted their light at this moment, turning into an erratic and suspicious look.

Perhaps realizing that the expected attack hadn't arrived, the magic casters who had been fleeing gradually turned back. However, without exception, they all opened their mouths wide the moment they saw the ice sculpture, letting out incoherent "ahhh" sounds from their throats. Many of them even forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the magic that could be called a miracle, as if they were under mental control and had lost the ability to think.

Swallowing unconsciously, feeling the chill emanating from the huge waves in front of him, Gerrard turned his head stiffly like a rusty machine and looked at West Germany.

"What exactly... happened?"