Editing Sorcery Hacker:Volume3 Phase05 (section)

===Part 2===

After realizing he had misjudged his aim and missed his target the first time, Lord Escalrain chose not to try another tackle. Knocking over the towers like he was pulling up weeds would be the fastest way of ending this, but even a small concern was enough to stop him.

It helped that he was an expert at a wide variety of ranged attacks. He had won victories for the Demon Lord by wiping out groups of enemies that Blasthogg’s head-on attacks and Fleurelisia’s recovery magic couldn’t handle.

He only had to focus on long range attacks.

It might take longer, but he could destroy all of the towers by sending out meteorological threats like tornados, lightning, and hail. He could even shake the tall structures with powerful horizontal winds.

Or so he thought.

However.

Just when he thought he had sent in a sharp gust of wind, the well-formed tornado dispersed.

“…?”

His four wings created the four winds and he could create any meteorological condition by weaving them together. He was the ruler of the atmosphere, yet he hadn’t expected this at all.

It was a small thing, but he took it as a grave insult.

This was the territory of a lord. And it was silly to say a lord was unaware what was happening in his realm. No matter how insignificant that thing was.

So he focused on it and then realized what had happened.

Something else was locally influencing the temperature and humidity and that had altered the pressure. The altered pressure had obstructed the shape of Escalrain’s tornado “projectile”.

In other words…

“No more than a silly trick using hot steam!!”

White steam was flowing from the walls and roofs of the towers, forming something like a cumulonimbus cloud. The perpetrator must not have thought he could hide the trick forever.

Escalrain could control the atmosphere all around the world while the humans could only alter the temperature and humidity around the towers. It was obvious who was more powerful.

But at the same time, the inferior humans would interfere if he produced a tornado or gust of wind here and now. Any projectile was meaningless if it didn’t land a direct hit with its full power intact. If it was too weak, the enemy could feign death, leading to further trouble later on.

Humans would do anything to win. Escalrain had seen more than enough of their underhanded tricks in his time.

“…”

So.

He gathered air in his four wings and planted his giant hooves directly on the air.

He voiced a neigh so loud it seemed to split the air.

“It would seem you wish to die an early death, humans. I am Lord of this place and any violation of my airspace is punishable by death!!”

His 200 esoule<ref>Approximately 240 meters.</ref> body flew straight toward them.

His tackle would smash their foolish hopes to smithereens.