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Infinite Mage Chapter 155: The Second Encounter (3)

Chapter 155: The Second Encounter (3)

As​‌ Marsha fired the‍⁠‍ sonic cannon again,‌‍ Shirone pressed his‌‌ ears with both‌‍‍ hands. At this​ moment, no magic‌​​ was more effective​ than blocking his‌ ears.

“Argh!”‍⁠

However,‍​⁠ Shirone’s expectation was‌‌​ completely off the​ mark.

A sonic cannon of‍⁠‌ a different dimension⁠‍ from before pierced⁠ through the back​​ of his hand.​‍‌ If he hadn’t​​ blocked his ears,​‍ his eardrums would‌‌‌ have burst.

“Huff,‌‍ you’re underestimating me‍​‍ too much. I might not have‍ gone to school,‍​ but I can​‌ at least do​⁠ arithmetic sequences.”

Marsha,​⁠ classified as a non-magic school graduate⁠⁠ by the Magic⁠​⁠ Society, was also‌‍‍ a veteran who‌‌ had killed numerous‌​ mages. It wasn’t‌‍⁠ an exaggeration to⁠ say that she‌ had acquired the‌‌ important theories in​⁠ practice through experience.​

“Banshee’s‍ Scream.”

As⁠ Marsha vibrated the‌‌‌ Spirit Zone, a bizarre sound that​‍‍ seemed to stretch​ out filled the‌‍ room.

Shirone,‍ terrified by the‌⁠ sudden phenomenon, jumped​‌‌ to his feet.​ He couldn’t see.​ The world was‍⁠‍ pitch black, as​ if his retinas⁠‍ had been blackened.‍​

‘What‌​ is this? What⁠‍‍ kind of magic‌ is this?’

Sound‌ mages travel the‌‍‌ world collecting various​ sounds. Among them,‌​⁠ banshees are winged​‍‍ humanoid monsters that​​⁠ live in high-altitude‌⁠ areas, characterized by‍⁠ their female upper⁠‍‌ bodies.

Marsha‍⁠⁠ used sound magic‍⁠ to perfectly imitate‍ the banshee’s unique‌‍⁠ high-frequency sound, which⁠​⁠ blinds its prey’s‍‍​ eyes and then⁠‍ consumes them.

Shirone⁠‌⁠ became anxious. He⁠​​ couldn’t determine Marsha’s‌⁠ location through the​‌ Spirit Zone.

The​​ narrow space was‌‌ dizzying with the‍ echoes of the⁠⁠‍ sound waves, and⁠‌ Marsha, as the‌⁠‍ origin of the​⁠ sound waves, could​ only be sensed‌ through sound.

While‍ Shirone’s senses were‌‍ paralyzed, Marsha had​ already approached him​⁠‍ and extended her​‌ palm towards his⁠​​ ear. At this‌ distance, a direct‍⁠‍ hit from the​⁠ sonic cannon would‌‍​ halt brain function.⁠‌‌

‘Farewell,‍‍⁠ Shirone.’

At‍⁠ that moment, Shirone’s​‌‌ Zone vibrated violently.⁠​‌ Marsha, sensing the‌ crisis with the⁠‌‍ sensitivity of a sonar, immediately retreated.‌‌ At the same⁠ time, a fury⁠ burst out, pushing‌⁠ the equipment in‌​⁠ the room away.‍​⁠

Shirone,​⁠ with his eyes‍‍⁠ tightly shut, surrounded‌​​ himself with lasers‍​‌ in all directions.‍‍​

Rapidly⁠‌ swirling lasers couldn’t⁠‍ cause much impact,‍‌ but Marsha, who‍‍‌ had confirmed their​‍⁠ power at the‍⁠‌ first gateway, crouched⁠ under the desk.‌⁠​

Hidden‌‍​ behind cover, Marsha‌‍ couldn’t see the‍‌⁠ front with her​ eyes. However, using‌⁠ the sonar’s search⁠ ability, she could​‍‍ clearly feel what‌ Shirone was doing.⁠‌‍

‘Huh?’‌‌‍

Marsha’s​ heart dropped. Shirone‍⁠​ was precisely focusing‍ the Photon Cannon​​ right in front⁠ of him towards‍ her direction.

How⁠‍⁠ could he? Banshee’s‌‍ scream echoing in​‌​ the small room‌ usually doesn’t fade‌⁠ easily.

Marsha⁠​​ remembered the lasers​ that had swirled⁠ around the room.​‌

‘Could⁠ it be? Cutting​ the sound?’

It‌​‍ wasn’t easy to⁠‍⁠ disrupt sound waves⁠​ with ordinary magic.⁠ However, a high-efficiency‍‌ energy amplification like⁠⁠‌ a laser could‍‌‍ possibly cut through‍‍‌ sound waves.

Marsha​‍⁠ didn’t know the⁠​⁠ principle of lasers,​ but Shirone understood​ the principle of​ sound. This difference⁠‍​ in responsiveness. That’s‍​‍ why magic schools⁠‌​ teach a wide‌​ range of disciplines‍ beyond their majors.⁠​

“This‍⁠ can’t be…!”

Shirone,​ with his eyes​‌‌ sharp, launched the‍ Photon Cannon towards‌​‌ Marsha. At the​‍ same time, Marsha,‍​ like a squirrel,​​‌ leaped out to‌⁠‍ the side and​‍ rolled.

Boom!​‌‌

A heavy sphere of​⁠​ light penetrated the​‍ wall of the‌​ building and stretched⁠ out.

* * *

The​​‌ battle in the​‌⁠ forest was reminiscent‍⁠ of a war.‍⁠‌

Freeman’s⁠ subordinates clearly didn’t​​‌ understand the value⁠‍ of magic bullets.⁠‌‌ Firing recklessly, they‌⁠ completely destroyed the⁠‌ surrounding landscape.

But‍ the ones cornered​ were them. The⁠‌ number had reduced​ from twenty to⁠⁠ seven, and they‌ still hadn’t located‌‌ Amy.

“Damn‍ it! Where the‌⁠ hell is she?”⁠​

“There!​ She just passed​ by there!”

From‍‍‍ deep within the‌‍ forest, a burning⁠⁠​ stone flew in,​ hitting a gunner‍‌ directly in the​‍ back of the⁠⁠ head, even though​ he was in⁠⁠⁠ an open Schema,‌⁠‌ knocking him unconscious.‍

“Damn!​​ She’s deliberately using⁠ fire-type magic.”

“There’s‍​ no ghost like⁠‍​ her. She moves​ so fast and‍‌ still with incredible⁠​ accuracy.”

For‌‍‍ a gunner, mobility⁠‍​ and accuracy are​⁠ crucial. Amy was‍ overwhelmingly dominating in‌ both aspects.

Being⁠‍‌ able to use‍​‍ Fly magic stably‌‍ and targeting almost​ perfectly accurate was​ because she was​‍ a Red-Eye.

“Phew,‌ only six left‌⁠⁠ now. No, including⁠ Freeman, seven.”

Amy​​​ levitated the stones‌​‍ around her again.​‍​ The stones heated‍‌ up and burst‍​ into flames like‍‍⁠ lava.

If​ the photon series​​​ had the Photonization‌⁠‍ Theory, the flame‌ series had the​ Ignition Theory. Known​ as Ignite, it​⁠ was the foundation​‍ of the flame​​​ series magic.

The⁠‍⁠ properties of the‌‌‌ flame created by⁠‍ Ignite could be‌​‌ divided into five⁠‌‍ categories.

Heat,‌​​ which generates heat;‍ Flare, which kindles⁠⁠ fire; Burn, which⁠‍⁠ sets objects on​⁠‌ fire; Blaze, which⁠⁠‍ burns a wide‍ area; and Buster,‌⁠ which causes explosions.‍

Heating​​⁠ a stone with‌‍ Burn-type flame was‌⁠ called Fire Call,‌⁠ a magic that​‍ burns rocks like⁠ lava and throws⁠⁠ them.

For​ a fire mage,‍⁠ the Burn series‍‌‌ is important as​ it compensates for⁠ the lightness, a drawback of the​⁠‍ flame. Hence, it‌ was perfect for‌‌ dealing with gunners⁠‌‍ using Schemas.

“Shall‍⁠‍ we go again?”⁠⁠⁠

Amy,‌‌​ soaring into the‍⁠‍ sky, mercilessly dropped​​ Fire Call.

Compared‌ to the child’s‌⁠ play of Meteor​‌ bombardment, it was​‌‌ terrifying for those‌​ on the receiving‍‍ end.

“From‌‍​ above! Fire everything!”​‍‍

The‌⁠ gunners aimed their‍ guns at the‍‍ sky and shot​ magic bullets. However,​ Amy, adjusting for​⁠‍ errors with eidetic​‍ memory, was playing​ with her opponents‍‌‍ in terms of​ evasion and accuracy.⁠⁠⁠

Fly​‌‍ magic could be​‌​ learned by anyone,​‍‌ but maintaining balance​‌​ in the air,‍‍⁠ where the atmosphere‍‌ constantly changes, wasn’t​⁠ easy.

Yet,‍‌​ Amy seemed to‌ hover in the​​‌ sky, rapidly backing⁠⁠ up her eidetic‍​‌ memory, her pupils⁠ glowing red at‌‌ an incredible speed.⁠

With‍‍ each exchange of⁠​ bullets, the number‌‍ of enemies decreased‍⁠‌ by one.

When⁠​ only two of‌‌ Freeman’s subordinates remained,​ Amy poured out​‍ all the remaining‌‍ Fire Call.

Precision⁠ targeting was no​‍‌ longer necessary. The‍ burning stones thudded⁠ into the heads⁠ and backs of​⁠‍ the fleeing enemies.‌​

Only​⁠ then did Amy⁠​ deactivate her Fly‌ magic and landed​⁠‌ in the clearing.‍

Twenty⁠‍‍ gunners were annihilated‌ in an instant.‍⁠ Only Freeman remained.‍

“Your‍‍‌ men have been‍‍ taken down, and‍‌ you haven’t changed⁠‍​ your expression. Isn’t‌ that too cold?‌ Or are you⁠ a coward?”

“If​ disliking fighting makes​ me a coward,‍ then maybe.”

Amy⁠‌⁠ frowned at Freeman’s‌‍⁠ words. If it⁠‍​ was a psychological‍‌ warfare, it was⁠ quite a high-level‌ technique.

But‌‌‍ Freeman didn’t care​⁠⁠ what she thought.⁠⁠

-Freeman⁠‌‌ is coming. The⁠ coward Freeman is‌‍‍ coming.

-If‍‌​ you make Freeman‌ cry, Marsha will‌⁠‌ come. The loser⁠⁠ who relies on​⁠ a woman for‍‌ help.

Recalling⁠⁠‌ past memories, Freeman⁠⁠ made an unexpected⁠‍⁠ proposal.

“Let’s‍‍ stop this.”

“What?‍ What did you⁠ just say?”

Amy‍⁠ was dumbfounded. She​​‌ was on the‌ verge of victory,‌‌⁠ and suddenly he​​‍ suggested stopping. Besides,​​ such a proposal⁠ was not respectful​ to the subordinates​‍ who had fought‌‌ with their lives​‍‍ on the line.⁠⁠

“I’m​‌ worried about the‍ leader. I think​​​ I need to‍‌‌ go. I don’t⁠ want her to‌ fall.”

“Hmph,⁠ no one wants‍ to lose. That’s‌​ why you should⁠ have lived kindly​​ from the start.”⁠

“That’s​‍‍ not what I mean. She must‍​‍ not lose. Even‍​ if it means​ dying.”

“What⁠ are you talking‌ about?”

Freeman‍‍ didn’t answer Amy’s‍ question. He just​‍ muttered to himself,‍‌ telling his own⁠​ story.

“The​⁠‌ leader is strong.⁠⁠‍ Friends could die.”‌⁠

“Hmph,‌‍ Shirone is stronger.‍‍‌ He’ll never lose⁠⁠⁠ to such a woman.”

“Loyal‌⁠ to the end.‍ It’s good to‌​⁠ trust your man,⁠​ but you’ll regret⁠‍ it.”

Amy,‌‌ apparently displeased at‍ being misunderstood as⁠​ being blindly loyal,​ raised her fist⁠‍ and shouted.

“You’re‍⁠ joking. And I’m​‍ stronger than Shirone,‌​ you bastard. So​ I can’t let⁠ you go, you’ll‍⁠ have to fall‌‌ right here.”

“Is‌ that so.”

Realizing‍ that negotiations had‍ broken down, Freeman‌ gripped two guns⁠​ in his hands‌‍ and activated his⁠‌ Schema.

As⁠⁠‍ he looked at‍​‍ Amy, his figure​‌ blurred like an⁠​⁠ afterimage and then‍⁠‍ disappeared.

Amy‍ couldn’t even react,‍ but as she‌‍‌ sensed someone behind​​​ her through her‍‍ Zone, she hurriedly‌‌ twisted her body.​‌​

Freeman’s⁠ kick grazed her​​⁠ chin and passed​⁠‌ by. Amy bit‍​ her molars in​ frustration.

‘Damn…​​‍ I made a mistake!’

She⁠​⁠ had expected a long-range attack from‌ a gunner, but‍ he had approached​‌ for close combat‍ instead. His thought‌‌ process was clearly⁠‍‍ different from that⁠⁠​ of his subordinates‍‌​ who had relied​​​ solely on magic‍​ bullets.

“Hmph!⁠ I’ll take you‌‍‍ on seriously too!”‍⁠

As‍‍ Amy regained her​ composure, Freeman, who‍⁠ had jumped into‍ the air, fired‍ a barrage of⁠‌ magic bullets. Explosive⁠ fireballs fell towards⁠ Amy like a dotted line.

However,‌​⁠ Amy also continuously​‍‍ fired Flame Strikes,‌‌​ neutralizing all of‌ them.

Aligning​ a point with‍⁠‌ a line in​​​ an infinitely vast‍​ coordinate system is‌ an extremely difficult​‍⁠ task. The precision‍‍ of both was‍‍‍ neck and neck.​

The‍ two collided again​ on the ground‌ and engaged in‌⁠ a close-range firepower​⁠ duel. But, as⁠ expected, the gunner​​ had the advantage​‌‍ at close range.‍‌‍

“In‌‍‌ that case…!”

Amy​‍ deployed the defensive‌​‌ magic Fire Mist.‍ A gust of⁠​ hot wind blew,⁠ and smoky reddish​​‍ mist enveloped the‌ surroundings like a gas cloud.

When‍ Freeman retreated out‍ of range, Amy‍ fired a barrage⁠⁠‌ of Flame Strikes‍⁠​ to end it‌ there. Dozens of‍‍ fiery spears rushed‌ forward, burning the​​​ air.

But‌‌ that wasn’t the‌‌ end. Amy teleported‌‌ repeatedly around Freeman,⁠ endlessly casting magic.⁠‍​

Dozens‍ of Flame Strikes⁠‍ converged on one⁠‍ point, and Freeman⁠ widened his eyes‍ and opened his‌ Schema.

One​⁠‍ of the eye⁠‍ techniques, Compound Eye.‍‍‌

The⁠‌ scene Freeman saw⁠ was fragmented as⁠‍ if viewed through‍ an insect’s eyes.‌

As‌‌‍ individual pieces of‍‌ analyzed information arrived,​ Freeman’s waist twisted​‍‌ like a willow⁠‌⁠ branch.

The‌⁠ successive Flame Strikes‌‍‍ didn’t even brush​ his clothes as​‌ they crossed paths‌‌‍ in chronological order.‍‌

Amy​ sensed that it‍‍⁠ wasn’t an ordinary​ technique. Although it⁠ couldn’t compare to​⁠ the Red-Eye, it​‌⁠ was clearly an‍ eye technique specialized​ for gunners.

She‍‍​ changed her strategy‌ and hid in‍ the forest. Facing‌‌⁠ a high-level gunner,​​⁠ she had no‌‌⁠ chance in close​‌⁠ combat.

However,‌⁠‌ Amy had another‌​ specialty: sniping. From⁠ a distance of​ 300 meters, she‌‌ watched Freeman calmly‌‍‌ open the cylinder‌‌⁠ and replace the‌⁠ magic bullets.

‘Hmph,‌ let’s see how‌‌ long you can⁠ stay relaxed.’

Amy​‌‌ transformed her Target-type‌‌ Spirit Zone into‌​ Sniper Mode. The⁠ Zone extended in‍ a cone shape,‌ aiming directly at⁠‌​ Freeman’s face.

As​​⁠ the distance increases,​⁠ the power of​ Flame Strike amplifies​⁠ due to the‍​‍ creation of an​​⁠ Air Tunnel, a characteristic of wind‌‍‍ magic.

Using‌ air pressure, an‌‌ object can accelerate‌ the more it⁠‍ flies. A Flame‌​‍ Strike fired from‍​⁠ 300 meters would⁠​⁠ have nearly four‌ times the power‍ at close range.‍

As‌ Amy cast the⁠​‌ spell, the fiery‌ spear was sucked⁠⁠ into the air‍ tunnel, rushing towards​​‍ Freeman.

At‌ 200 meters, Amy‌‍‍ thought it was‍ over. With the​‌‌ current acceleration, the‌ speed for the​⁠​ remaining 100 meters⁠‌ would exceed four‍‍ times that of‍ the first 200​⁠ meters.

Freeman​​ had no chance​⁠ of reacting.

As​‌ expected, Freeman didn’t⁠⁠​ move, but Amy⁠ was shocked. The⁠ Flame Strike hit⁠ far from Freeman.⁠​‌

‘Did‌ I make a mistake?’

At‍‌⁠ that moment, Amy​⁠‌ realized. A strange​ sensation had infiltrated​‍‍ her mind.

“Anti-magic…”​

Freeman’s‍⁠ gun was undoubtedly⁠ endowed with anti-magic‍ magic.

She‌ felt it was⁠‌ about 3 percent,‌‍ but at a distance of 300​​⁠ meters, the error‌‌ could be enormous.​⁠‍

Anti-magic‍⁠ was dangerous for⁠‌ her. It directly⁠‍‌ affected the Zone,‍ making it a magic that even‌ Red Eyes couldn’t‌⁠​ counter.

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