People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries Author: Kihara Kagun

Introduction:

The strongest magic association "Golden Dawn" has been destroyed for a hundred years,

A hundred years later, the legend of "gold" is still circulating in the world,

Calling himself Sigurd, a mercenary without a past,

Known as the strongest "golden" magician in existence,

Integrating the strengths of all existing "golden" magic,

This is completely different from the past, with the magic side as the starting point of view.

Chapter 1: Black Mercenaries

"right here?"

The black-haired boy looked at the paper in his hand while talking to himself.

The windbreaker with the faded silver cross was rattled by the wind, and there was a white pattern on the back, whether it was bat wings or eyes.

The boy in combat boots looked somewhere in the distance with his left eye with different pupils.

In the wind and snow in the distance, a dilapidated church can already be seen faintly standing here.

The cross at the top was crushed by what seemed to be frozen solid ice, and the wall skin was also detached due to years of neglect.

"Then let's get started..."

After confirming that the target was in front of him, he let the strong wind blow the paper in his hand away.

The pieces of paper flying in the blizzard began to disintegrate.

The seemingly messy scraps of paper were carried by the blizzard and flew around.

But if you pay attention, you can actually find it.On the colorful paper that looks like an advertising leaflet, the parts with different magical meaning colors are flying in specific trajectories.

After doing this, the boy continued to move forward.

The door of the church in the distance was ajar, and it didn't seem to be locked.

When you get closer, you can also find that in the dead church, there are a dozen or so scattered people with their heads bowed, as if they are praying to the icon under the stained glass.

"The 'queen' serves as the praemonstrator. The 'bishop' serves as the clerk (cancellarius). The position of the emperor (imperator) is performed by me, and the priest (hiereus), guardian (sentinel), etc. are filled in according to the 'rank' .”

Facing the church and icons in front of him, the young man who had no awe or basic respect gave such loud orders.

He strode straight into the church.

Behind the young man walking in the church, a large number of black shadows appeared at unknown times.

Although they have a human form, they are completely unable to correctly perceive their appearance.

It seems that from the old man to the young man, from men to women, from knights to priests, all kinds of guys gathered in this small church.

If counted in detail, counting the boy himself, there are exactly sixteen members.

But the strange thing is, it stands to reason that in the face of such a large-scale intrusion, those believers can't say anything and remain indifferent.

But the fact is just the opposite.They still stayed in place quietly, as if they didn't even notice the people who broke in.

The boy ignored the believers on the left and right, and walked straight towards the atrium surrounded by black shadows.

Through the open door, a bitter storm poured into the church, instantly extinguishing the prayer candles on the icon lampstand.

And the old church, which only obtained light with the help of faint candlelight, was completely plunged into darkness at this time.

And in the darkness, on the chest of every believer who is bowing his head to "pray", there is a "light cone" wrapped with different colors of brilliance, which is faintly flashing in the darkness.

【Little Ziggy Sauce~ Can you hear me, Little Ziggy Sauce~】

A gentle and soft female voice like a girl sounded from the boy's head.

"Is there anything you must call me at this time?"

The boy called "Little Zig Sauce" sighed.

Looking at the enemies attracted by the communication technique, he just waved his fingers casually, and with the movements of his fingers, the shadows behind him also changed accordingly.

[Don't be so indifferent.No matter what I say now, I am also the boss of Little Zig-chan.Caring for subordinates is not a matter of course. 】

"I'm only temporarily accepting employment from your Russian adult religion."

The boy stepped over the corpse in front of him, and said helplessly to the woman on the other side of the communication.Although it wasn't the first day we met, the boy still couldn't get used to that woman.

[Don't say that.Big sister, I will cry "wow"~]

Just as the female voice was talking with the boy, a figure appeared from the shadow of the pillars in the corridor.

"Pure saint! Even if the flesh and blood are rotten and the body is dead, Zhi Changcun shouts loudly, use your body to block the approaching attack, infiltrate it to avoid the foreseen disaster!!"

"Cupholders (stolistes), advance to four."

Such an attempt should never have been made.

The two sides are not in the same dimension at all.

As the enemy magician, he didn't even understand what happened, he just noticed the crescent and cross crest.

In an instant, the black shadow who acted as the "stolistes" had completely shattered his spell.

The violent backlash of magical power made the life of this young magician worse than death.He scratched his cheek, trying to ease the pain from the inside out.

But it makes no sense.

Magic power is "gasoline" refined through one's own "life force", and the magic formula is to actually ignite the "gasoline" through special means and rituals to produce results.

But right now in the magician's body, this process is being reversed.

The gasoline that had already been ignited was stuffed back into the fuel tank, and then the ignited fuel tank was thrown into the oil field.

Then the consequences can be imagined.

【Little Zig-chan is obviously a magician who was dubbed the Nordic hero "Sigurd", but is he the successor of "that association"? 】

"Sentinel, left back one. Priest (hiereus), right forward two. Forerunner (praemonstrator), forward two..."

There was no response to the woman's question.The shadows behind the young commander named Sigurd kept changing their formation.

Following Sigurd's instructions, the movements of the black shadows began to change tacitly, either standing alternately from left to right, or merging in pairs.The whole team was changing tacitly like a large-scale performance.

Although it is impossible to detect the appearance of the human figure, the floating coat, the oil lamp in the hand, the flickering candle, the short stick on the shoulders and the cross hanging from the left and right, all kinds of props have a clear shape .

The props glowing with magic power drew lines of magic power in mid-air, and the magic characters flying left and right seemed to be intentionally pulled out lines. It was a destructive coat of arms that was enough to overturn the entire church.

Only Sigurd himself, who assumes the position of "imperator", has always been the center of the formation, overseeing the overall operation.

With the change of the team and the change of Sigurd's own position, between the pillars of the corridor on the right, a gate that did not exist here, like stirred sugar water, slowly emerged its original appearance appearance.

It was a thick stone door with an obvious Christian style.

Chapter 2: An ordinary mercenary, nothing more

The so-called "magicians" are the kind of people who "had a wish in their hearts but couldn't realize it, once prayed to God but got no response and lost their direction, and finally devoted themselves to the super back door of magic".

In many cases, magicians have not received professional training, and they are often blinded by too much personal emotion in battle.

Of course, the "professional training" here is not the use of magical knowledge or spells, but the motivation of "why use".

Compared to other connoisseurs, such as soldiers, who shoot without remorse.And magicians are like children who hold a knife but cry, and children who have been betrayed by the world and cry while trembling.

At the same time, the confrontation between "magicians" is not like a fighter, a bloody contest of fist to flesh.

It is also impossible to be a gorgeous magic confrontation and a chant contest of incantations.

"Intelligence Warfare"

Perhaps this is the best summary of the battle of magicians.

Analyze each other's spells, and use them to construct counter-counter spells.

Generally speaking, after one party obtains the other party's complete information, if it is not for the absolute difference in strength, it can basically declare victory.

But if there is an absolute gap in strength, then more information will only bring greater despair.

"Then, you are the last one... right?"

The trembling silver armored knights huddled in the corner of the "temple", the pure white octagonal cross shield tightly guarded in front of them, although they couldn't detect the expressions of the knights through the helmets, but they made a "squeak" because of the trembling. The loud armor has actually explained a lot of problems.

In the battle of magicians, not to mention one against thirty, even one against two is an absolute fatal disadvantage.

But the situation at this time is indeed completely opposite.

Stepping into the center of the "temple" with strides, facing the "Knights" with more than 30 people in front of him, the boy with different pupils named Sigurd did not have any timidity.

Because of the big strides, the windbreaker left far behind looked like a shooting star.

Accompanying the boy are several black chess pieces.If you look closely, you will find that the shape of those chess pieces is not as simple as that of pure chess.

"Who the hell are you..."

The leading knight spoke with a trembling voice.

His name is Boris Kleist.

The knight with a name that means "glory" can only get as close as possible to his left and right companions at this time, so as to gain some peace of mind.

He is the leader of the entire magic association called "Pure White Cross", and is a powerful magician who aims to practice "Dieudonne de Gonzo", the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller.

But it was also because of his strength that he could intuitively feel the absolute strength gap between himself and the young man in front of him.

It's not like you can't beat such a simple thing.

The proud knight even lost the idea of ​​resistance, the oppressive feeling under the absolute power made him sweat all over.

"An ordinary mercenary, nothing more."

Although I said so, the people present were all magicians of a certain level.