Chapter 369

Chapter 372: The Wily Mom-San of the Spirits (Please Subscribe!)

Just two people managed to repel the advance of the new breed of monsters!

Izay and Ais drove the Starflame through the heart of the monster army, their intersecting spears and thin swords sweeping away the colorful beasts in a torrential onslaught, weaving a deadly melody of silver light!

With the two powerhouses at the center, Bert and the others also rushed forward. Equipped with Roland series weapons specialized for the new breed, encountering incorruptible attributes, the corrosive fluid, the primary attack method of worm-type monsters, was rendered completely ineffective.

The elite squad mercilessly slaughtered the new breed of monsters within the range of continuous magic!

Including joint actions and coordinated attacks, Loki Familia, having already figured out the attack patterns of the new breed (worm-type), was prepared this time and would not let them hinder their progress again.

“【Sealed Light, Frozen Ground. Blizzards everywhere, Triple Winter – I am Alf】!”

Surrounded by the team members at the rear guard position, Riviria rapidly refined her magical energy, finishing the “Parallel Chanting” while running at high speed in an instant.

Her emerald eyes kept track of the surrounding situation, and the mage who controlled the squad’s firepower was fully prepared to charge up her magic.

“Everyone, step back!”

At almost the same moment, Finn, keenly seizing the opportunity, issued the command. The vanguard and middle guards immediately stepped aside to the left and right, making way for Riviria’s magic.

Following that, a massive magic circle appeared where the rearguard stood.

From the top of Riviria’s silver staff, the {Magna Avis}, erupted a flash of icy snow!

“【Ecstasy • Fimbulwinter】!!”

As the round and sonorous voice faded,

Three torrents of stormy snow raced down the passage, the magical traces of azure and white swirling together with the maze structure, freezing all the new breed monsters ahead.

While Izay pulled Ais into a side passage to “take refuge,” the bluish-icy vision had already enveloped all enemies in this brief moment.

Whether it was the worm-type monsters or the black rhinos that were just born from the walls and suffered as collateral damage, they all became part of the icy world.

(The strongest output of ice magic so far… Teacher truly deserves the title of the strongest mage in the city…)

And even then, she probably hadn’t used her full strength.

Turning his head to glance at the carefree mom-san, Izay couldn’t help but mutter inwardly.

Although he could cause more destruction with all-out magic use than Riviria now,

But everyone has their specialty; Izay didn’t intend to compete with the mom-san for the title of the strongest mage.

After all, whether he could be considered a legitimate mage was still debatable; he just fights better — that’s all.

Right now, Izay is like the former “Aunt” Alisia.

If they fought, the destructiveness would surpass Riviria, but neither of them are pure mages.

When it comes to melee combat, one is stronger than the other.

Such types should be called “wizards,” while Riviria’s kind are called “mages.”

And frankly speaking, Izay felt his teacher’s heart was pretty devious.

Up until now, he still didn’t know what the third-stage chant-linking attack magic Riviria had been hiding was.

{Advanced: Sword of Victory} is Riviria’s second-stage chant-linking attack magic. It’s the most extensive and powerful wide-area annihilation magic, and there’s still a third-stage chant-linking above that.

Izay only knew the name of the third-stage magic should be {Vis Windheim}, but he had no idea about its specific effects.

However, based on the characteristic that the later the chant-linking, the more powerful the magic, this spell obviously wouldn’t be weak.

…

In the labyrinth turned into frozen ground, Izay retracted his wandering thoughts and reunited with the team along with Ais.

Riviria’s ice magic froze all the enemies, and the team, losing their combat targets, calmed down again.

They advanced along the frozen regular route, breaking all the monster ice sculptures along the way.

In this situation where even the walls have turned into ice walls, no monster would dare break through, let alone be born.

It’s also a kind of unconventional way to destroy the dungeon.

Next, they didn’t encounter any more monsters and smoothly arrived at the staircase leading to the fifty-second floor.

“Finally reaching the fifty-second floor… Everyone, prepare mentally. The pace will quicken from here on, and we probably won’t have another chance to resupply.”

Facing the vast, deep staircase, Finn turned around to look at everyone in the team, his gaze sweeping over Izay, Bert, Tione, Tiona, and Refia in turn.

“You should all be clear… If you’re unclear, you’ve reviewed last night, so you all know what ‘sniping’ specifically is, and the cruelty of the Dragon’s Pot. Are you sure you want to confront this cruelty and breach the fifty-eighth floor?”

Like a parent worrying about their child taking the college entrance exam for the last time, Finn spoke to them in this tone.

As for Gress… sorry, years of friendship and understanding allowed Finn to ignore this stout dwarven warrior.

Gress is tough-skinned; it’s not easy for him to get into trouble, right? (Squinting smile~)

“This, I’ve thought about it carefully… No problem.” Izay indicated that his mindset and condition were good.

“Who cares about sniping or not? With the old lady and Izay’s magic, why should we fear such distance?” Following his response, Bert spoke fluently.

The werewolf slammed his fists together, filled with fierce intent: “Once we reach the fifty-eighth floor, it’ll be my domain! Watch me kick them all to death!”

I think before that happens, you’ll be beaten to death by Riviria first…

Izay noticed the increasingly unfriendly beautiful face of the mom-san, his expression slightly contorting. This wolf was clearly getting too cocky.

The poor Bert hadn’t yet sensed the danger (staff) approaching.

“Relax, Finn! If we encounter danger, I’ll smash it all to pieces! You guys just need to come join us quickly!”

“Tiona, you rarely agree with me once! That’s right, Captain! We’ll take care of everything down there, including the sniping, and you can just advance peacefully!”

Tiona and Tione both displayed energetic smiles, looking like they had everything under control.

During their replies, the previously boastful werewolf was punished by the elf’s staff.

“Bang!” The sound was crisp and bright, clearly indicating a good head.

Even with Level 6 ability values, Bert was momentarily dazed, then realized and started covering his head.

“Elf old woman, what are you doing!”

“What do you mean what am I doing? Why are you yelling at me for nothing?”

“Hmm…? You just hit me and now you’re asking why?!”

“Lies! Which eye saw me hitting you? I clearly stood still without moving! Alisia, isn’t that right!?”

Alisia (hesitating slightly): “Ah… yes!”

Indeed, Lady Riviria didn’t move a single step; the staff did.

Bert: “???”

Good job, learning from Izay, huh?

In the werewolf’s impression, only Izay would use such a rogue-like argument when bickering with someone.

It’s meant to make people angry, yet you can’t do anything about it.

Now Bert fully understands that feeling.

Izay: My stars, what’s it got to do with me?

He was also quite surprised, wasn’t he?

The always cool and elegant Riviria actually used such means to retaliate against Bert calling her an old woman.

Indeed, his previous impression of her being “wily” was spot on!