Rem watched as the short magician from the left widened the distance and circled to the side, moving as if to surround him.

Rem matched his steps, moving to block his path.

The magician then widened the distance even more.

His intention was to separate Rem from the rest of the group.

Rem knew this and played along.

The specialty of the magician, clad in silver armor, was to pour out invisible spells.

His moniker was 'Invisible Death.'

The magician stood at his desired position, judged the distance, and aimed for Rem's ankle with a magic called Invisible Hand.

A swordsman's power is halved if his feet are tied.

It was a common tactic.

Even if they lacked experience and were arrogant, they knew how to fight.

The only problem was that their opponents were not just experts, but masters of combat.

Rem lifted his left foot.

The invisible hand swept through the space where his foot had been.

The ground burst as if it had exploded, and dirt flew.

Rem smirked.

This bastard, pulling such a pathetic trick?

The magician also saw the savage's face.

'He's smiling?'

He's smiling now, but I'll make him cry and snot soon enough.

The distance was perfect.

About fifteen paces.

A magician who had reached the stage of Tacitus, the silent rite, casts spells without a word.

And so he did.

He formed a hand seal and flicked his fingers.

This time, an invisible arrow.

Swish.

With the sound of cutting air, something sharp flew in.

The funny thing was, Rem had handled shamanism since he was a child, so he was extremely adept at dealing with 'unseen things.'

His experience in such fights was perhaps even greater than Jaxen's.

Rem lifted his axe and swung.

PANG—

The air burst, and the invisible arrow shattered.

The fragments of the broken spell were invisible.

The magician had mixed in one more trick here.

The broken fragments flew back at Rem.

'A spell designed with the expectation that it would be blocked.'

Magicians are sinister.

They enjoy attacking with two, three twists.

It was something he had learned from Esther.

Rem's arms moved busily.

Hwoooosh, th-th-thump.

As he swung his axe at high speed, it was as if a defensive barrier had formed in front of his body.

The arrow fragments hit it, broke, and scattered.

The magician, from within his helmet, twitched his eyebrow.

He blocked that?

His hands are fast.

That thought came to him.

Rem thought that this bastard was really good at pulling pathetic tricks.

"It's fine to say if you need help."

Jaxen said from behind Rem.

Grasping something with his senses was Jaxen's specialty.

That's why he said it.

Of course, if you looked closely, his words were close to a taunt.

What else could it be but a taunt to say such a thing to Rem?

"If you interfere, I'll split your head open just as prettily."

"I think I'm better at splitting heads prettily. I'll help with that too if you need it, so just say the word."

Rem showed the same smile and said, "The man who can split a human head the prettiest, that's me."

It was a tone he had picked up from hearing what Esther had said earlier.

After this fight was over, Esther might seriously curse Rem.

"As you wish."

Jaxen spoke and retreated.

He had no intention of helping in the first place.

He became a spectator.

He had started it, but after that, there was no room for him to intervene.

"These bastards?"

The magician trapped in the silver armor burst with anger and chanted a spell.

His tactics were supremely simple.

He would widen the distance as much as he wanted and attack with things like an invisible hand, arrow, and blade.

In other words, it was all about buying time without giving up the distance.

The armor he wore was also for protecting his own body.

And so, he began to chant a new spell.

'Buying time.'

Rem just stared at his opponent and appreciated the tricks he was pulling.

'Is he preparing a big one?'

It's not difficult to figure out.

Do magicians always attack with a twist?

No, at this level, there was no tactical twist.

'Compared to that annoying orthodox swordsmanship.'

Isn't this much more straightforward?

Enkrid's deceptive sword was the totality of an annoying tactic that used psychology and reaction.

So, after sparring with Enkrid, meeting a guy like this was a relief.

Rem narrowed his eyes.

As he looked closely at the armor, he could faintly see something coated on its surface.

'Must be a protective spell.'

Just as Ragna had learned by watching Spell Slaying, Rem had also learned by watching.

He twirled his sling.

Whoooosh.

It didn't even take a breath, and a disc rotating at high speed formed above his head.

He casts the shamanic spell for strength enhancement called Heart of the Beast.

Then, he receives that power and rotates it with his arm as the axis, and in an instant, the preparation is complete.

Rem unleashed the projectile.

Using his arm as a whip, he feels the rotation of the sling with his senses and extends.

The round projectile contained in the leather pouch flew.

BOOM!

The sound of the air exploding followed.

KWANG!

The projectile Rem had thrown crushed the air and also broke the magic prepared by the magician in the silver armor.

A silver liquid trickled down his armor.

He didn't know what effect it had, but it was certain that something had broken.

At the same time, the spell he was preparing was also disrupted.

"...Wha, what?"

"What? You thought you had the advantage if I couldn't reach you? You're a fool."

Rem, having fun, taunted his opponent with the words that had stuck to his lips.

The magician in the silver armor continuously shot invisible arrows.

A shower of arrows that poured down like a squall.

Rem dodged by throwing his body to the side.

It wasn't a difficult task.

Except for the fact that they were invisible, the number of projectiles did not exceed a hundred.

In a real battlefield, hundreds of arrows fly. It's easier to dodge than that.

And if he didn't break them, they wouldn't scatter into fragments.

The magician continuously threw an invisible barrier, bars, and in the middle, a mass made of fire, but Rem dodged what he could and intercepted the rest in mid-air.

PANG, BOOM, PANG!

Loud noises erupted one after another.

The projectile imbued with shamanic power suppresses the spell itself.

It meant it was imbued with a shamanic spell that scatters magic.

The projectile he was throwing now contained the power to stop and suppress whatever was hidden in the spell.

The magician was in a crisis.

He tried to kill his opponent by chanting a forbidden spell.

All this work required time.

"What? I can't hear you. What are you saying?"

His opponent didn't give him an opening.

The magician in the silver armor was too busy just blocking.

Then, at some point, his opponent disappeared.

"Hey, you thought you were far away with just this much distance?"

A voice is heard from right behind him.

The hairs on the magician's entire body stood on end.

The timing was fantastic.

It was the gap when the spell placed on his armor had been completely consumed after being hit by the projectile the man had thrown.

Even so, he could have put a new defensive spell on the armor in the time it took to take a couple of breaths.

There were several spells inspired by watching a turtle hide in its shell and endure.

He was confident in his endurance, even if he couldn't do anything right away, but the man who had squeezed into that gap swung his axe.

The last thing the magician's eyes saw was a gray line.

Rem swung his axe and cut off the magician's head.

He pulls his left foot out and rotates his waist.

The axe, laden with that power, was also imbued with a shamanic spell.

K-CRACK!

The axe blade that had smashed through the armor had done its job.

It had struck the enemy's head.

The head, helmet and all, spun in the air and fell to the ground.

To Rem, this was a very natural result.

He had been skilled in hunting since he was a child, and even now, he had been fighting with the tactic of aiming for a momentary gap while sparring with Enkrid.

Striking the magician's neck in the gap when his defensive spell had worn off was no trouble at all.

Jaxen, seeing the trick Rem had pulled, was inwardly impressed.

'He is a natural enemy to those who use spells.'

Of course, there was a man even more so than that savage.

"Why isn't it working!" the magician of black ore shouted, vomiting blood.

He had flown his black tray, swung his blade, and created a coffin to bury his opponent.

And Enkrid had cut all of those spells.

The moment they touched his Dawnforged, the spell's effect ended.

Spell Slaying.

A technique that Ragna, with his innate genius, could not immediately imitate, and a technique that even Rem, who had mastered shamanism, could not apply as it was.

Enkrid felt the flow of magic, cut it, and sliced it.

It was a skill that even Jaxen, who had taught him sensory techniques, could not do.

In reality, no one could have the experience of being burned to death by the forbidden spell of the walking fire and cutting it again and again, so it was a natural thing.

To an uninformed person, it was a glimpse of the unseen talent of the man named Enkrid.

If Enkrid had been happy to be unable to gauge the capabilities of the Dragonkin Themares, his opponent was the opposite.

The magician of black ore was terrified.

'It's not working.'

He cuts all the spells he uses.

And he closes the distance with a very calm step.

Enkrid had no intention of scaring his opponent.

It was just…

'This is fun.'

…he was simply intrigued by the act of cutting a spell.

Moreover, his opponent was endlessly chanting the black ore spell without tiring.

The black iron powder gathered and transformed into the shape of a person.

The build, the sword in its hand, and the stance were similar to his own.

"It is your double," the magician of black ore said, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Enkrid cut that too.

Whatever it imitated, it could not imitate the Will within him.

The sword, bent by the acceleration of a point, was not even visible to the magician's eyes.

JJEONG!

The black ore knight was split in two and scattered into powder.

This was not a fight to be dragged out.

Enkrid's sword literally slays spells.

Therefore, he is a true natural enemy of magicians.

"There can't be a bastard like this."

The magician of black ore died after those last words.

He had collapsed, his entire body grotesquely twisted, from overusing spells even before Enkrid had swung his sword.

It was something that had happened as a part of his world of spells was destroyed due to a magical overload.

His forearms were bent outwards, his calf muscles had burst, and his ankles were turned so that his toes pointed backwards.

Dark red blood flowed from every hole in his face.

To use and release magic until death?

This too was something that had happened due to a lack of experience.

He had too little experience fighting at full strength.

So he had pulled out more than his limit and had ended up like this.

It was an experience he could not have had when fighting someone relatively weaker than him.

Of course, since there was no way to know this process…

"He just died on his own?"

Enkrid could only tilt his head.

Esther, hearing the sound of the fight ending on one side, said, "Let's finish ours too."

It was the first time Esther had seen a witch who handled snakes.

So was it a problem?

It was not.

She changed a part of her body into a snake and sent out beasts she had raised with magic as food.

Esther took out Bonehead for the first time in a while.

Originally a Flesh Golem, it was now correct to see it as a Guardian.

It wore black armor, and in both hands, it held short, blunt-tipped iron maces.

"Fight."

Bonehead smashed and crushed the snakes' heads.

Then the witch twisted her arms and summoned a giant snake.

The snake tried to swallow Bonehead, but Esther split the snake vertically with D'Mulle's Scythe.

On the surface, it seemed like a bad matchup, but the witch facing Esther felt the difference in their skill.

'The quality of her magic is different.'

Is this the Child of the Stars?

That thought also came to her.

Of course, Esther's skill was the price of her own effort.

The Child of the Stars only referred to the talent of being born with abundant magic.

"Damn it."

The witch hastily retreated.

She did not want to die here.

She hid behind the man who had drawn her into Astrail.

The magician named Penadex.

Having appeared at some point, he looked around at the three dead magicians.

It was a cornered situation.

He had to choose.

Would he die like this?

Or run away?

Could he run away?

He probably couldn't.

Esther, the child who held a star, her skill had improved beyond recognition.

In Penadex's eyes, he could see the spiritual energy that lingered on Esther's body.

Separate from the rumor that she was engulfed in a curse, she was on a level incomparable to when he had seen her before.

Her world of spells had become dizzyingly vast.

'We've lost.'

But he was a magician.

A cheater of the world.

He looked around and said, "Do you know what lies beyond the south?"

The one who had thrown the question offered up all of his magic.

Even if he survived here, his own ego would be different from before.

But it was better than dying.

'After eating the Child of the Stars.'

He just had to explore a new truth.

He chose, and he summoned.

"What's there?"

As the approaching Rem asked back, the magician's eyes turned pitch black.

"Guuuhhhh."

With a grotesque groan, the man bent his waist.

With a p-d-duk sound, his muscles tore, and the sound of bones colliding was heard.

Is he going to die on his own like the guy from before?

It was as Enkrid was briefly thinking that.

"He's mad," Esther said.

She had seen the flow of magic and had figured out what that man had done.

"Greed, desire, to swallow. Such a heart is full," said the Dragonkin, who had read the will he had let out.

Enkrid, who had been watching, suddenly swung his sword.

He takes a step and draws his sword.

The connecting sword.

A sword that had closed the distance in an instant and struck down.

CLANG!

A black palm blocked the blade of Dawnforged.

The hand was larger than a giant's, large enough to lightly grasp a person's face.

And that black arm had sprung out from near the magician's shoulder blade, and the speed at which it burst through the flesh was as fast as a knight's sword strike.

'Hmm?'

Enkrid, seeing the black veins bulging on the forearm that had blocked his sword, put more strength into it.

He put in the rest of his strength.

P-d-duk.

The enduring black skin is cut and sliced.

"I am the one from the demon realm, wait- kuaaaak!"

The magician had risked his life to summon a demon, but that demon screamed in pain the moment it appeared, its arm being cut.