Episode 40
"Wow, wasn't it the same guy?"
The mages were taken aback by the sudden attack of the elves. It seemed that he thought of the new raiders as a gang with me.
It was a good thing. The mages were stuck in the sudden rise of tree trunks, and thanks to their panic, they were able to kill additional enemies nearby.
But that situation didn't last long.
Flames erupted from the wizards' bodies, burning tree trunks. It was a trunk that could not be easily penetrated by the ice spirit's attack, but it could not withstand the fierce flames.
-The Red Demon Tower's organ is attack magic. Among them, it is fire magic. The compatibility was not good.
If it's a flame, you can press it with a stronger cold. Brushing off the demon king's sneer, he ordered the ice spirit to attack. The ice spirit, which was created by assimilating with the ice of eternity, was not yet in a perfect state, but it was not weak enough to melt into that level of fire.
-Kiaa!
Boom.
A huge block of ice fell from above the wizards' heads. The sorcerer, who snorted and ignored him, was crushed and killed.
However, most of the people who were vigilant enough and deployed their shields saved their lives. Is there.
"Embers. Condensation. Explosion. Explosion!"
"Ignition. Amplification. Eruption. Fire Strike!"
The attack flew in before the concise chanting was over.
Judging by the level of mana he felt, it was powerful enough to block an ice spirit.
'But it's too fast. Can the Ice Spirit respond?'
Feeling threatened, Bing Ling reacts. But it's late. It was because he had ordered an attack a while ago.
He desperately thought of the means he had, but there was no way to stop him with the spells he knew. In the end, what I chose was to shrink back to reduce the damage as much as possible.
-Tsk.
He wrapped his body around his body with six arms and wrapped magic power over it. I was clumsy because I was in a hurry, but it was similar to Auror...
"Crook!"
A huge shock hit me. The wall of magic broke, and flames pierced through the bony arms.
* * *
"Hmm?"
"Where are you looking!"
Six shields, each spread out at different angles, deflected the knights' swords.
At the same time, fragments of magical power scattered. The shield that blocked the knight's sword full of aura was eventually broken.
Forced dismantling magic gives the caster a powerful recoil. Normally, a wizard would not be surprised if he vomited blood, but the warlock only used a slight increase and then deployed his magic again.
"Explosion."
The bony arms hanging behind the back are each connected to a hand, shortening the spirit spear to the extreme. The explosion magic that activated at a speed that could be said to be fleeting made Count Andriel groan.
"The power of each magic is not very strong, but it is inaccessible."
It's like dealing with a well-trained army of wizards. No, it was a much more difficult situation.
Moreover, the weak power of magic was only applicable to the Count himself. For the Templars who could not wear an aura all over their bodies, every spell was fatal.
The upper body of an article that had just been slow to respond burst out. Fatal wounds without a doubt. It seems to be hidden, but it will only be a few seconds.
And for some reason, magic support stopped a while ago. If he continued like this, he would lose all the knights of the territory. Even at some sacrifice, it was better to use big skills to sort out the situation.
"Gather!"
The lord sighed and shouted, and the knights who had been surrounding the warlock rushed around him.
"Hold on for ten seconds...!"
"Yes!"
Only then did the warlock turn his gaze to them.
"It's the power of the Sword Master. Normally, it would have been quite interesting..."
At the same time, the warlock's own arm was revealed from the inside of the robe, not a bone arm.
A dry and gnarled arm, and a branch in his hand.
It was so dry that it looked as if a branch and an arm were one. The knight, who was guarding the lord, who was concentrating on gathering strength, suddenly thought of such an idea.
"Eat."
Obvious signs of attack. The nervous article raised the aura to the fullest, but...
‘…?’
Nothing happened.
Now, almost ten seconds had passed since the lord had spoken, and something strange came into the knight's field of vision as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
In the place where the body of a fellow knight who had died a while ago was, for some reason, only white bones remained.
The knight, who froze because he did not understand the situation, soon realized that the ten seconds that the lord had spoken of had already passed.
The knight was wary of the warlock and shone behind him with his raised blade.
The blade of the sword, heated with an aura, flashed and reminded me of the lord. The article could be seen. His lord who doesn't move at all, but is getting thinner and thinner.
When the startled knight forgot to be wary of the warlock and looked back, he found small thorns embedded in the bodies of his comrades and the lord.
'No, it's true...?'
It was as thin as a thread, but it was pointed, rising from the dry sand bottom. The sight of the thread, which had been fluttering in the light wind, swaying from time to time as if it were sucking something in, was enough to terrify the knight.
"Have you seen enough?"
A voice came from the ear of the driver who was taking a step back. The tingling and tickling feeling right after.
I wanted to scratch my back, arms, ankles and thighs, neck, fingers, calves, ears and eyes right away, but the knight couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe.
Of course. It was already embedded in the knight's internal organs and everywhere in his body.
"I am grateful to you. Thanks to this, I was able to be sure of the identity of this. A branch of the World Tree. I thought that kind of thing only appeared in mythology."
The warlock's voice flowed through his ears, which were gradually drying up and losing their shape.
"Using this, I become the master of mythology. If I could do that, I would..."
But the knight could not hear his voice. I couldn't grasp the meaning of the words.
This is because even the brain that listens and interprets has long been twisted.
"The experiment is over. You can be proud. You Andrew will be the cornerstone for the resurrection of the World Tree. … Before that."
The warlock's gaze turned somewhere.
"Let's see the face of the disciple after a long time."
* * *
"Wow, whoa...!"
-Did you come to your senses?
I came to my senses in terrible pain. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't.
I felt strange. My ears were stuffy, and my body was weak. Even if I tried to move, I couldn't move, so all I could do was make a sound of wind blowing.
- Don't try to move. I was hit by the magic of the Red Demon Tower twice in a row at close range. It's a miracle to be alive.
'Magic, what do you buy...?'
I didn't understand. According to what he said, I almost died. It also meant that the Demon King's own soul, which belonged to me, was almost extinguished. But how can I be so calm?
No, how could I be alive before that?
"Oh...."
I soon realized why.
He is a teacher. Master must have saved me. I heard a familiar voice, as if my prediction was not wrong.
"You're awake, Jude. You are my foolish disciple."
"Ugh...."
It was a little rough, but it was definitely the voice of a teacher.
"Your magic has grown quite a bit. And even acquiring my vision. It's an achievement that you can't even think of in a short time after you parted with me."
The master continued speaking in a bright and confident voice, just like when they first met.
"But how did you learn it?"
However, the voice gradually changed.
"Obviously, when I stopped by the dungeon not long ago, there was no sign of my grimoire. I can't have learned it after that. It's a spell that has been researched for more than ten years. If so, when did you steal my order?"
"Huh...?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was a little. Recently, this has been the case sometimes. Please understand."
The master came closer and stroked his head.
A stiff hand touched the melted skin. The feeling of scratching a wound was unbearable even for me, who had experienced serious injuries over and over again.
-I can't do it. Let me be a program again. I'll restore my body and get rid of that.
I couldn't do that.
Necromancy seemed to put a great burden on the souls that were used. Didn't the Demon King wake up until nearly a month after his work in the royal capital?
And getting rid of the teacher.
Although his condition seemed a little strange, he was a teacher. He couldn't let him die at the hands of the Demon King.
"Disciple. Why don't you answer? Oh, that's right. It's not a big deal if I can't answer because of my physical condition."
Immediately after, I felt something stuck in my body.
One two three.... It gradually increased in number, and when I came to my senses, it seemed to be embedded in my whole body.
"I'll restore you."
Unbearable itching and pain. At the same time, I felt a huge amount of energy flowing into my body.
It was neither mana, nor magic, nor divine power, nor auras. It's the first time I've felt it... At the same time, it was a somewhat familiar aura.
-It is vitality.
The distorted feeling was aligned. My body, which had been motionless, began to move little by little.
My eyes that had not been lifted opened and I saw the Master's face.
"Master, sir...?"
"Yes, disciple."
What surprised me the most was that my body was several times thinner than the last time I saw it.
"Why, is it ugly?"
The master asked with his shiny eyes. I tried to step back, but my body still didn't move at all.
I barely turned my head and looked at my body, and I was surprised once again.
The thorns stuck in his whole body were connected to the feet of the master.
"Master, this is..."
-That's it.
"Isn't it wonderful? It is the branch of the World Tree."
The master replied, interrupting the demon king's voice.
"World Tree... Have you ever heard of it? Its roots are placed in the underground demon world, and its branches are said to reach the heavens. How surprised I was to find this."
"I've heard of the name. But why is that...?"
Why is it merged into Master's body? Why does it seem to me that the Master's body is growing with nourishment?
"Although it is just a branch, its essence does not change. If you combine a few magics, you may be able to revive the legacy of the Age of Mythology. That's what I thought, and I was right. It's a disciple."
"Revive?"
"Yes. What was needed for that was vitality. The World Tree itself symbolizes life, so it required an overwhelming amount of life force. It wasn't easy, but thanks to this stupid lord bringing his troops, the study of the technique is over."
Master was no longer listening to me. He seemed to be drunk on his own story.
"Master."
After talking about a new technique for a long time, my teacher looked down at me with cold eyes.
"Oh, alas. Jude. You are my disciple. Not enough. Stupid guy. Incompetent guy. Won't you let me know soon?"
“….”
"Since when. When did you steal my drink?"
I felt the pain of crushing my soul. On the first day of serving the Master, the contract he made with his soul forced him to answer his words.
"That's...."
I froze and opened my mouth.
"It's been about a week."
The teacher who thought he was dead was somehow strange.
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