-690- Desperate struggle

"Boom!"

In the ice-cold ground, the flames of crimson ignited, dyeing the surroundings in shades of red.

With an indifferent tone, Rozen continued chanting the fire realm incantation of Fudou Myouou.

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As Rozen chanted with unwavering focus, the "Fire Realm Incantation," known as the true essence of Fudou Myouou, exhibited a legendary level of power in this world.

This was a secret technique that only one person in the world of Tokyo Ravens could use.

It was a reliance used by that person to dominate the world, being known as the strongest onmyouji.

It could reduce the Three Thousand Worlds to ashes and lay waste to countless demonic armies in a sea of fire. Rozen awakened this divine fire, and it began to burn.

"Hiss...!"

Under the sweep of the terrifying flames, the icy ground began to emit a melting sound.

That was the sound of the icy cold being turned into vapor by the scorching flames.

The flames of crimson swirled around Rozen and transformed into the eight great attendants of Fudou Myouou.

Instantly, fire dragons surged, flame serpents slithered in all directions, numerous fiery lions took shape, and gradually, giant figures formed from flames appeared around him. They seemed to be mythical beings manifesting in this world, roaring while raging around in all directions.

In this situation, the fire dragon swallowed the incoming short swords, the flame serpents darted in all directions, flame lions and fiery figures roared and rampaged, incinerating everything in their path.

The orphanage, which had been completely frozen, was now burning as if it had been thrown into the fiery depths of hell.

The temperature of the flames effortlessly surpassed the hot air released by Bronson, covering it completely.

The ice melted within the fire.

Buildings collapsed as they were consumed by the flames.

The icy ground was completely replaced by a sea of fire, dispersing the frigid air in the vicinity and causing the temperature to soar from the lowest to the highest.

Naturally, the feather-like short swords controlled by Bronson were burned up in the fire, evaporating just like molten iron.

"What...!?"

Bronson's face turned pale, and he quickly deployed a "Magic Defense" barrier in front of himself to block the incoming flames.

However, as the true essence of Fudou Myouou, the strongest fire magic, these flames were not something that could be easily blocked. They possessed the power to incinerate spiritual entities such as curses, jujutsu, and shikigami. A mere psychic shield couldn't possibly withstand them.

As a result, the intangible shield formed by pure psychic energy was burned by the sea of flames, gradually distorting.

Bronson could only squeeze out magic power desperately to prevent it from dissipating too quickly, barely maintaining the "Magic Defense" shield. His face was already covered in sweat.

This was not only due to the high temperature but also because of the anxiety within him.

"How on earth did these terrifying flames come about...!?"

Bronson became increasingly agitated.

It was impossible to unleash such formidable flames without relying on the power of automata.

"Could it be...?"

Bronson couldn't help but think of one person.

A very terrifying person.

This individual was the winner of a Night Party held three terms ago and is still an active Wiseman.

He is around thirty years old but holds the rank of a Major General. He has been tasked with establishing the United Kingdom's external intelligence department and serves as its first director, demonstrating that he is a highly valued talent in the UK.

This Wiseman excels in controlling fire-based magic to a remarkable extent. In response to this, the military prepared a legendary automaton from the late Renaissance era for him.

The manufacturing technology of this automaton is considered lost, and there is only one in the world. However, its defining feature is its lack of a fixed form, much like the burning flames themselves. It can seamlessly merge with the shadow of the Wiseman, allowing him to effortlessly reduce an entire town to ashes.

As a result, this Wiseman has earned the title "The Crimson."

As someone planning to cooperate with the British side and infiltrate the British Parliament, Bronson is familiar with this Wiseman and knows how terrifying he can be.

Could it be that...

"Is he of the same type as 'The Crimson'?"

In other words, Bronson suspects that Rozen has actually been using an automaton for quite some time. It's just that this automaton, like 'The Crimson's', lacks a fixed form, making it invisible to Bronson.

"How is it even possible that 'Heaven's Eye' couldn't detect this?"

Bronson clenched his teeth.

If Bronson were to grasp 'Mind's Eye,' he might be able to discover it by observing the source of the flames through a microscopic view.

With only the ability of "Heaven's Eye," it's challenging to detect entities without fixed forms unless one possesses strength comparable to Rozen. You see, the so-called "Heaven's Eye" actually converts magic into subtle ripples, similar to ultrasonic waves. When these ripples encounter something, they feedback to the user, allowing them to perceive the positions of everything in the surrounding area.

Conversely, if the ripples of magic cannot touch anything, there's no feedback.

Automatons concealed within the user's shadow happen to be entities that aren't easily touched by the ripples of magic. It's only when you elevate the power of "Heaven's Eye" to the extent that you can perceive even a grain of sand, a gust of wind, or a wisp of smoke that you could potentially discover such entities.

While Bronson excels in the realm of telekinesis, he might barely match Rozen in that regard, as he wouldn't have been able to block the true flames of the Fudou Myouou with just a psychokinetic shield. However, in other aspects, he falls significantly short.

And even with astounding expertise in telekinesis, faced with such terrifying flames, to maintain the "Magic Defense" shield, Bronson's magical energy is rapidly depleting, consumed at an astonishing rate.

If this continues, within ten seconds, Bronson would undoubtedly perish in the sea of flames. How could Bronson not be anxious and fretful?

"Lucifer!"

Bronson abandoned his gentlemanly demeanor and shouted at his automaton.

The golden mechanical angel immediately leaped into the air, transformed in a burst of motion, and turned into a golden greatsword.

"Kill him!"

Bronson no longer cared about leaving Rozen alive. If Rozen isn't killed, Bronson will undoubtedly be consumed by the flames.

Bronson grit his teeth and drew out a significant portion of the dissipating magical energy, infusing it into Lucifer's body, causing Lucifer to radiate a high-temperature hot wind of several thousand degrees, which shot out like a golden meteor towards Rozen's direction.

In response, Rozen didn't even raise his head.

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Rozen had been continuously chanting the mantra of the Fudou Myouou, causing the flames to rise like fierce, living beasts, pouncing on the incoming golden sword.

A one-sided spectacle unfolded at this moment.