Episode 38
Soldiers were dying rapidly from the continuous explosions.
Explosion is one of the middle-level magic that is unmistakably powerful and ranged. It is an offensive magic that shows excellent power in large-scale battles, but it was one of the most widespread magics that could be learned from other magic towers or academies other than the red magic tower.
So there was nothing surprising. If it is not going on as non-stop as it is now.
Just as multiple wizards work together to develop magic, the warlock's magic never ceased.
"Indeed, those are the six arms."
The sorcerer who participated in the subjugation as the representative of the Red Demon Tower, Silobel Ohm, muttered greedily.
A bony arm pierced through a black robe.
They were the arcane magic of Sevian, one of the twelve high warlocks, who moved the nodes and formed the beasts without rest.
"If you catch him, you promise to give him a chance to interrogate him, right?"
Most talented sorcerers belong to the Mage Tower, but sometimes there are gems among wandering wizards.
Collecting all kinds of spells and laws and collecting them to reach the truth was also one of the main tasks of the Mage Tower, so the interrogations of the Mage Tower mages are known to be rough.
From Silobel's point of view, it was a matter that had no choice but to be reconfirmed.
"Of course. He is the one who slaughtered my territory. You don't have to show mercy."
Count Andriel replied that way, even now, as he saw the soldiers dying one after another, he did not show the slightest change in his expression.
"You don't seem very impressed by that."
"Those are not my Yeongjimin. Cowards who tried to abandon a country in crisis and run away, or those who tried to make money through war... All of them are garbage. The soldiers of the territory were placed there, in the back."
"Oh, I understand."
Silobel pretended to look back and made a mistake.
'Count Andriel was said to be a loyal family that guarded the border for generations. It seems that the story of a war with the Holy Kingdom is not just a rumor.'
From the count's point of view, those who were trying to flee before the war could not look good. Even so, it seemed that it was used to clean up the cluttered territory and to subdue it. Of course, it's a bit extreme, but...
'It's none of our business anyway, we just need to get the arcane magic we were aiming for. There....'
In Silobel's field of vision, he saw Melissa's face frowning at a distance away.
"What are you looking at?"
Melissa, a high-ranking wizard from the Green Mage. She had such excellent magical skills that the title of witch was not awkward at all, but now she was in a slightly ambiguous state to say that she belonged to the Mage Tower. If I could handle it by looking at the opportunity, I might be able to get an additional order I didn't expect.
But Melissa didn't care about that at all.
"Stop and join us, right?"
She recited a spell to stop the magic pouring down on her soldiers, frowning as she watched the warlock's massacre.
"It's strange."
As a result of using all the information power of the Dawn Corps to investigate a warlock known as Judra, it was confirmed that his whereabouts began here in the Count of Andril.
According to further investigation, when it was found that Sevian was based in Andril, all the characters on the dawn list believed that Jude and Sevian were the same person.
No wonder, warlocks are sensitive to the realm.
Considering that Enkul's realm, one of the same high-ranking warlocks, had been forbidden for decades before being subjugated by a hero, it was obvious that no one would have taken a place in Andril, no matter how fearless a warlock was.
As expected, it was not difficult to find Sevian in Andril. It seems to have been carefully hidden, but in recent years, signs of relocating the dungeon have been found. But Melissa could not rejoice at all.
'Is that warlock the Sebian I was looking for?'
There was also a sense of kinship as a wizard who once belonged to the Green Mage Tower. Originally, he would have been offended by the news that an alumni mage had fallen and become a warlock, but now that he was moving to deal with the cult, it was different.
Not only did it cause frequent friction with the church from the beginning, but it also rescued those who were victims of the church's evil deeds in recent years. On the contrary, I was impressed by his past actions.
However, the way he was now slaughtering soldiers without hesitation was far from the heroic deeds he had shown in the Beliv estate.
'Of course that's...'
It wasn't too strange that they had gathered to subdue him. But more than anything else, the reason why she came here in person. It was strange that I couldn't see any traces of magic that I had seen in the royal capital.
The terrible delicacy that burned only those who wanted it, and the perfection that did not waste the slightest in the process.
Obviously, Sevian's magic was too powerful to handle alone, but it was far from the beautiful magic that had made her set up last night.
"Do you really need to relax now, senior?"
Sylobel smiled at Melissa and asked.
The power of the six arms was as powerful as they now see, but its limits were clear.
No matter how many spells can be used at one time, the person who uses them will eventually be the spellrunner himself. The fatigue he feels from using magic cannot be ignored, and above all, his overwhelming mana. In the case of warlocks, they have to deal with the mana consumption.
Dozens of soldiers were bursting at a time of ordering, but in the end, it was they who had the advantage as time passed.
"Do you look like you're losing strength?"
Silobel's expression hardened at Melissa's voice, which showed signs of difficulty little by little.
He knew that some warlocks would consume the blood and souls of the dead to replace magic, but magic could not produce enough power in such a low-level way.
But now, I feel like the explosion is stronger than it was at the beginning. Even with the knowledge accumulated over decades, he could not understand the current situation.
'I don't know if the sorcerer is using his own life force...'
In a moment, a thought came to her mind, and Silobel spat out a mistake.
Unless he was supplied with infinite life force from somewhere, he would have collapsed vomiting blood.
"It's moving."
The lord's voice came just in time, and Silobel's thoughts were cut off.
* * *
"Don't run away! I'll kill the one who breaks away!"
"Run!"
"The lord has promised a great reward to the one who struck the warlock's throat!"
In the distance, the shouts of the commanders rang out. The screams of soldiers who were struck by friendly swords while trying to escape could be heard from time to time.
However, my team members and I only watched the movements of the knights who began to move belatedly from a distance.
"Really, you got out..."
"It seems like you're pretending not to see it even though it's right in front of you...? After all, it has something to do with high-ranking people..."
"What did I do? You told me to trust only the leader, right?"
I could see the team members rejoicing at their unexpected survival, but I couldn't rejoice with them.
The demon king told me as if it were not a big deal, but deception was a delicate magic. Using more than ten people, especially those who are constantly moving, caused a huge overload on my head.
"I was able to survive thanks to my master's arcane magic and getting used to complex thinking..."
The practice of moving the six new arms was of great help in the manifestation of magic. If it weren't for that, the magic might have been released immediately, and more than half of them might have been killed by the commander's sword.
But it wasn't because of the aftereffects of excessive magic use that I couldn't laugh.
It was because he realized that the warlock who slaughtered the soldiers and began to confront the knights was his teacher.
The joy of reuniting with his teacher, whom he thought was dead, was also short-lived.
It was about three years. In such a chaotic situation, would Master recognize me?
'If you call Master loudly, you may notice it...'
I thought about it, but honestly, I only came to a negative conclusion. In this situation, if you call out to your master, you will become a major target not only for the soldiers around you, but also for the knights and mages who are just starting to move.
The six arms are auxiliary magic that only improves the user's magical abilities. As someone who doesn't know a single useful attack spell, I can't show proper power.
I felt a sense of self-pity.
The situation in front of me is developing rapidly, because there is nothing I can do. I've been through quite a lot since I met the Demon King, but nothing has actually changed...
"Thank you, Joo."
“…?”
"If it weren't for the leader, we would be waiting to die there. Either he is already dead."
Billy spoke in a rare serious voice, and the rest of the crew began to interject.
"That's right, Cho. Thanks to you, I lived!"
"I shouldn't even urinate in the direction I won't do in the future. Thank you."
"When you go back, I will repay you greatly."
Suddenly, a memory from the Beliv estate came to mind.
When the imprisoned people were rescued, the voices of those who were expressing their gratitude were added to the members of the team. And it overlapped my voice again when I first met my teacher.
"Come see me when we have a performance later. I haven't played a proper role yet."
"I'll go."
Immediately after answering, he stood up from his seat. While chatting, the overload of the magic core was also resolved to some extent.
"Yes. Go back quickly. Although it is a little dangerous because he is a deserter, he must not have reached the territory yet. If you hurry back and get ready..."
"No. I still have work to do."
He deceived and disappeared, and moved towards a magical bombardment that could put his life in danger just by approaching him.
The team members were able to make up their minds. Just as Master saved me, this time I will save Master.
Kiy-!
The ice spirit that appeared took the soul that floated above the corpse in its mouth.
As a disciple of a warlock, I don't say this much, but I haven't had much experience witnessing a mage battle in my life.
The magnificent magic circle he unleashed when he first encountered the Demon King, and the one wizard he met at the Beliv Territory, are all I witnessed the magic performed by others. This was because the existence of a wizard was that rare.
For this reason, the scene in front of him could be said to be the first battle between sorcerers he witnessed in his life.
A magical storm that never stops.
A number of mages linked up to attack the master. Pillars of fire surged, lightning struck, and the earth cracked. The wind, which was shaped enough to be seen with the eyes, also blew like a blade.
All kinds of disasters that can be experienced in life are directed at one person at the same time. I assure you, without the help of the ice spirit, I would not be able to hold on there for a single moment.
However, the master did not take a step back.
They blocked the pillars of fire with water shields, gathered soldiers to absorb lightning, and did not fall into the cracked ground, but rather floated in the air. At the same time, he did not stop attacking and fired explosive magic at the enemy.
As I watched this, questions began to arise little by little.
'Come to think of it, Master didn't want to show her magic well in front of me.'
It was also because I didn't spend much time with my teacher. But more than that, he said that the main thing was that I was not yet at the level of appreciating his master's magic at the time. Therefore, the only time I saw the master's magic was when I made a soul contract.
Why? It was strange that he was nearby but never came to visit.
Kie-eh-!
No matter what kind of disaster happened in front of me, no matter what I was worried about, Bing Ling seemed excited.
It was worth it. The corpses of the soldiers scattered all over the place were so miserable that they reminded me of the Demon Realm, but they were also filled with fresh souls. It was several times more than what it had absorbed when it came to Andril.
The ice spirit snatched the souls everywhere, put them in his mouth, and called his body.
"It's enough to worry about it later."
I also put down my worries and deployed my soul magic with all my might, absorbing the flying souls pierced by the grayish-white chain.
I don't know if it was because most of them were ordinary soldiers or because they were used to it, but the shock of absorbing the soul was just a little dizzy.
How long did it absorb the soul?
-You wear something cumbersome on your body.
A familiar voice rang in my ears.
0 Comments