21st Century Archmage

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Imagine

‘Mm….

After hastily making my decision, we flew one hour north. In the North, besides mountains that were like small hills, everything was flat plainsland. Thanks to the sky lacking a single wisp of cloud, I could see quite far ahead, and I was able to find the group of soldiers pretty fast. The problem was that the soldiers I found were scrambling to flee in all directions and that I had a bad feeling that one of the people I was had to meet was right under a huge flock of wyverns.

‘Wut? H-How many is that exactly?

Because the messenger said it was an attack of Temir tribal folk, I had slightly let down my guard. But the massive horde of wyverns in front of me smashed that feeling to pieces.

‘One, two—! Uwaah! Its got to be at least thirty!

Drawing huge circles in the air like vultures circling corpses, the wyverns went around and around in the air. A rough count yielded over thirty.

‘But those guys, they dont even have armor?

It wasnt just that the wyverns lacked protective magic gear, but the Skyknights were also not wearing airplates. They were only holding leather armor that glowed blue and Blessed Spears. The wyverns they were riding had what looked like magic circles drawn on them, but were actually just strange figures and letters.

‘Dammit. Im not even Godzilla, Savior of Mankind here… Even for me, the thirty wyverns dizzying my eyes was a burdensome number.Do I save them, or not?

I was still about 4 km away from the enemies. They must have not yet seen me, because the wyverns didnt change directions.

But I agonized a moment. If I turned tail here, that was that, but if I was discovered by them, I would have to fight a round with my life on the line.

GUUUUUUUUUUUUAAA!

‘Oi!

However, my agonizing didnt last long. Reincarnation of fighting cock gangster, the go-getter Bebeto, threw all caution to the wind and loudly announced his existence to the thirty enemies.

‘Alright, thank you oh so much! Sigh!

At Bebetos roar, the thirty wyverns were visibly startled. They swerved to fly towards us. Now, a fight was unavoidable.

I picked up Blessed Spears with both hands.

‘W-Wait a sec! I dont have enuff!!!!!

I only brought around 20 Blessed Spears with me, because I wouldnt need more than that, right? Right? But the enemy numbered over thirty. No matter how you added and subtracted, the numbers didnt add up.

‘Oh, right! I have that guy!

Just then, I suddenly remembered a certain existence. As long as I ordered it, it would even dare to bite a dragon on the nose.

“Shuriel, come on!”

Swooooosh!

Thats right, it was a special existence called a spirit! Responding to my powerful summoning, a silver eagle of wind appeared in the world.

“Shuriel! Go bite to your hearts content!”

Flash! As soon as my order fell, the wind spirit Shuriel shot off at the speed of light.

‘Geh! I groaned inwardly as my mana was sucked out in proportion to that speed.

‘Wait a sec… those guys are all wyverns, arent they?!

The moment I was about to pour mana into the Blessed Spears, a thought occurred to me—the wyverns swarming in the sky werent enemies, but lumps of money.

‘Uhuhu… What kind of pie from the sky is this?

A wyvern was priced at over 1 million a pop. Unfortunately, they didnt have enspelled gear, but I would be very grateful for the wyverns alone. I put down the Blessed Spears in my hands. If they hit wyverns without any enspelled gear, the wyverns could die.

‘Youre all mine.

I had to catch them all in one go without giving them a chance to escape.

Guoooooooo! It wasnt clear whether Bebeto had complete faith in me or was just cracked in the head and had no fear anymore. He roared excitedly as he charged at full speed.

And before I knew it, the enemy Skyknights were just 2 km away. They must have been looking down at my charge, because only the first five at the front were putting mana in their Blessed Spears.

As I watched them, I drew my mana up to the utmost.

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“C-Crazy!”

“H-How ridiculous….”

It was a 1 on 30 battle, but Count Yaix and his knights felt like drowning men who would clutch at straws.

The sudden appearance of the intermediate spirit revived a flush of hope in them, but they were then plunged into despair upon seeing the Skyknight lower his Blessed Spears. It was obvious at a glance that he had given up on life. Their one scrap of hope disappeared into the wind.

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