The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 91: Wasn’t What Pyromancer Folk Hated Most (1)

While bombarding the two islands earlier, Turan had explored the power of this black powder called fire soul from various angles.

Fortunately, the Triplet Islands were overflowing with pirates as test subjects, allowing him to try quite diverse experiments.

Detonating it above their heads, beneath their feet, one wall away, cornering them before detonating...

As a result, he discovered that the explosive power was maximized when the explosion occurred in enclosed spaces rather than open areas.

Based on what he understood through his ability to read wind flows, it seemed the force that should have dispersed in all directions was bouncing back after hitting the walls.

If utilized well, it seemed like he could create many interesting things, but in the immediate combat situation, he had to use it in a relatively simple way.

Namely, creating wind walls like when making wind paths to turn the explosion area into an indoor space.

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’How horrific.’

Flying in the sky, Turan looked down at the corridor that had been devastated by the explosion moments ago.

His strategy was to simultaneously detonate all the fire soul he had poured in until the floor turned black while sealing the window side with wind walls.

As a result, the explosion that started inside the corridor had its force fully projected inward without leaking outside.

Of course, it dispersed a little through the bedroom and stairway doors.

According to what he sensed through the holy relic, two of the nine nobles died instantly, and two others seemed to have taken considerable damage as their flow wavered.

This was better than expected.

Originally, Turan had hoped to moderately damage all nine, harming their bodies and magical power, and if really lucky, maybe incapacitate one of them.

It seemed the fortress building being sturdy enough to withstand the explosive force had an effect.

"Orin, Amia... damn it! Is this a barrier maker’s trap!?"

"N-no! If there had been a barrier laid ahead, my magic tool would have definitely caught it-"

"Get out of here first! Jump through the windows!"

"What about those two?"

"Carry them!"

Though the fire soul inside had all been consumed, those who didn’t know the cause of the explosion would think such an attack could come again.

Considering that premise, it wasn’t a bad judgment.

While seven nobles jumped out the windows carrying two corpses, Turan watched from above while spinning his sling in mid-air.

Since they were moving targets, he couldn’t use wind paths, but even without that, his stone throws were sufficient to kill ordinary nobles in one hit.

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’Should I take that one out first?’

Among the seven, there was a man with a particularly small build.

Not only were his hands tied up carrying a corpse, but he was also in the worst condition.

When Turan aimed and threw a stone, the target’s head exploded with the sound of wind being torn.

Though some sort of defensive magic tool tried to block it with a surge of five-colored light, it wasn’t enough to stop the stone throw that had been charged up over time.

"What..."

"Sniper! From above!"

"Can’t see anything!"

"Then light it up!"

Whether this one or that one, immediately lighting up when they couldn’t see their attacker was due to the historical precedent of Zahar causing trouble relying on stealth magic long ago.

If they hadn’t possessed powers too troublesome to exterminate, the master of the Enril Desert would probably have changed by now.

However, having anticipated this, Turan had already entered the corridor where the explosion occurred and gone down through the hole in the floor after throwing the stone.

No matter how specialized in light their bloodline might be, they couldn’t shine through stone and wood from outside to the inside.

"The enemy...?"

"Can’t see them!"

As a result, the Baraha nobles were thrown into confusion when they couldn’t find the enemy even with the surroundings lit up like daylight.

They kept looking around before rushing toward Solif who was standing in the garden far away.

Whatever the ambush just now was, securing Solif was the priority.

"Damn, subdue him first!"

The Baraha nobles each generated weapons of light and fire and shot them.

Against this, Solif created a light wheel and pulled out light whips just as he had when fighting Turan before, but the force of his swings was incomparably stronger than back then.

It was clear that he had held back considerably then, not knowing how skilled his opponent was.

"Kuk-"

However, even with such power, Solif couldn’t lead the battle advantageously.

The numerical disadvantage of one versus six was difficult enough, and moreover, he was injured and had all his magic tools taken away.

In contrast, three people with stronger magical power than Turan were at the front, taking Solif’s attacks while each using different magic tools.

’One seems to have taken what Solif used, another feels similar to my guardian magic tool... the last one blocks while moving directly?’

The only reason Solif wasn’t subdued instantly and could hold out was that he too was using a defensive magic tool.

Specifically, Turan’s frequently used guardian magic tool.

With that activated to its maximum, Solif was theoretically equivalent to a wizard heir of a great house with the guardian bloodline, making him difficult to sink quickly even under the joint attack of high nobles.

Thanks to this, Turan could leisurely come out of the building and create wind paths while preparing for a second snipe.

The target was the least mobile among the six.

The Baraha nobles, absorbed in battle, naturally didn’t even recognize that movement.

"Kuhek!"

When the silently flying stone pierced one person’s heart, the Baraha nobles who had been overwhelming Solif quickly changed their formation to a defensive stance.

One of them deduced the direction the stone had come from by the corpse’s shape, but Turan had already hidden inside the castle again.

"No, really a Zahar...? Why?"

The leader of the group who came to capture Solif, said to be the house head’s cousin, muttered in disbelief.

As if a Zahar noble’s intervention here was like the sky falling.

However, after briefly wearing an expression like he’d completely lost his mind, he quickly regained his composure, showing why he wasn’t the leader for nothing, and issued commands.

"For now, Soru and I will keep facing him! Rei, catch the Zahar bastard hiding inside the building!"

Two of the three nobles stronger than Turan and three weaker nobles surrounded Solif again, while the remaining one charged straight toward the building.

A bird made of flames bloomed above his hand, then instantly grew enormous as it flew into the fortress.

’Oh no...’

As the flame bird burrowed into the fortress and swept through all the corridors and rooms, the bodies of over a hundred pirates who had been hiding inside watching the fight between powerful wizards burned up.

Was this what the pyromancer bloodline could achieve when it held great power?

Turan pulled out water from his canteen, covered his face with it, and flew his body toward the back of the mansion.

He could feel the scorching heat licking his back and the back of his head.

"Ugh..."

Despite escaping quickly, the burning sensation on his back suggested he had suffered quite severe burns.

If he had at least activated the guardian magic tool, it wouldn’t have been this bad, but he had lent that to Solif so it couldn’t be helped.