“What the hell?!”
“What is all this all of a sudden?!”
“Kill them! Kill them!!”
“Uaaaah! It’s a monster!!”
The hall turned into a literal hellscape.
Not only had a monster fallen from the sky, but now dozens of people were raining down as well—each one striking like a meteor with terrifying force.
And not just that—
The ones who landed didn’t fear death. They charged in, fighting like madmen.
Then, one sharp-eyed mage shouted, amplifying his voice with mana.
“Don’t be afraid! It’s just a copy spell! We can solve this just by killing them!!”
The moment he said it, other mages began to analyze the situation and shout advice.
“It’s a copy spell! Don’t get confused!”
“There has to be an original somewhere!!”
“Take out the original and it’s over!!”
“Especially target the one fighting the best!!”
Exactly.
To them, a copy spell wasn’t anything amazing.
Just one among countless forms of magic.
They had methods to block even a Grand Mage’s teleportation. A copy spell wasn’t a big deal.
And naturally, they knew how to counter it.
So they focused on finding the one fighting the best.
Sure enough, amidst the chaos, they quickly spotted one with the same face who was cutting down their troops with overwhelming skill.
“That one!”
“Kill him!”
“Archers! Where are the archers!!”
The invading army focused on that specific clone.
A hail of arrows and spells flew toward him, and behind the shield bearers, spears and swords began thrusting forward.
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