The Undead Knight's

The Great Magician - Sage Vs Assassin, Bag. 2

The air resonated by the dense mana around Grandpa Alf, making time feel slow in its mana area.

"Where is Spot. . ."

His demeanor was flat with killing intent.

His right hand was stretched forward turning the mana in the surrounding air materialized into a light similar to snowflakes.

Tikkk!

With 1 quote of his finger that sounded loudly, making the grains where it gathered in 1 point into a ball of bright light.

Now the mysterious face of the little killer in front of him who wore a mask in the form of a red devil face. Her hair was tied 1 length backward, wearing clothes she recognized.

"Ninja the Oni Clan ??"

His eyebrows shot up, but still focused his mana onto the ball of light that floated according to the movement of his right hand.

"Who would bother to use the services of the Assassin Guild to come to a place like this? What's to kill me? I just felt him move on his own. Whoever told him to know my identity, he couldn't be so stupid as to have his killer move alone. Moreover, using the services of people from outside the British Empire. Is it possible that the Artemis Religious Sect? no. . .it is impossible to get that far. . I can't see the benefit of killing me."

He thought calmly, but still did not find the answer to the female ninja's goal.

His behavior that was only silent thought, as if intimidating the female ninja. There was no look of worry on Grandpa Alf's face, describing whatever his opponent was doing had no effect on him.

"Even without his magic wand, such lowly magic was already equivalent to the amount of mana to cast high-level magic. I don't want to know what he's going to do with that creepy ball of light. Even where on the soles of my feet slowly began to suck. Its concentration of mana control cannot be compared to that of a human witch who received the Gift of God**."

The ninja thought so after seeing the amount of extremely powerful mana flow flowing into the ball of light in front of him. Of course with his elf blood and his life experience that has lived 400 years more control where nature is very easy for him.

The air vibration makes the foliage fall. . .

Some of the leaves that fell towards the ball of light instantly disappeared unraveling as fast as lightning without even coming into direct contact. The feather stood up, realizing how dangerous the old geezer there was who was just standing still.

"No!! if I stay here too long, I can die !!! "

His eyes quickly searched for a crack, his fingers now moving rhythmically tidying his steward from his crouching position.

"Hoo. . . Her magical word was changed to her language symbol."

Curious Grandpa Alf let the female ninja finish her chant.

"Come to Kerberos !!!"

The ninja summoned a demon who made a pact with him... . From the shadow of his body a beast jumped from the shadow, resembling a dog 2x larger than an ordinary large dog, pitch black, dark, but his mouth and feet were blazing blue flames.

"The Spirit of the Dog of Hell well, like the name of his clan. . they are really binding contracts with the demons. I wonder what he sacrificed to summon one of those mystical beasts. Hmm. . but maybe from there he got the ability to see which flow is the same as me."

Kerberos looked at her master who was in an unfavorable position instantly let out his black fog.

"Anti Where?!"

Seeing the light from the ball where in his hand could not penetrate the black fog around them. He was only surprised, maybe if his opponent was an ordinary magician, all the magic that was issued could be neutralized.

But the concentration of mana so high in his hands, certainly can not be neutralized that easily, even the black fog was also sucked into the ball where Grandpa Alf.

Feeling that he had been playing around for too long, Grandpa Alf continued his second magic spell.

"Where's Zone !"

His open hand was stretched forward earlier, now clenched. Following Grandfather Alf's finger movement, the ball of light broke back into small grains, spread out to various directions and then fused with the air to form a huge area of mana.

Friction of the leaves that were blown by the wind, the birds that were flying in the air, the sound of crickets from a distance could be felt all the five senses from Grandpa Alf through his mana in the air.

His not-young body again began to fatigue controlling mana that wide.

"Ahh I think I'm overreacting. .haha."

He said slowly, slightly bent down to endure the fatigue in his body.