Episode 85 Defending the Border (4)
Sararak –
With the sound of the wind blowing, the undead were turned into ashes and scattered.
It was even surprising to see the undead disappearing in a wide area every time they took a step.
An old man in a brown robe looked at him and laughed happily.
“Hoo. Is it the appearance of a new person? giggles.”
He picked up a handful of magi and tossed it forward.
As a result, demonic energy began to flow into the bodies of the undead.
The blood in his eyes flashes and his body enlarges.
Even going around the undead was enough to feel a sense of intimidation.
In fact, when they wrapped themselves in Magi, they were able to withstand Ray’s divine power.
Even if he rots, is Junchi still a necromancer?
When the magic of the necromancer who commands the undead was combined, a new undead that could withstand the divine power was born.
Ray looked at him and smiled.
“Are you only drinking this much?”
Did he try to stop himself with such a crude undead?
At best, it was to endure the divine power that was used for purifying the surrounding air.
In the first place, he doesn’t count divine power against his own power. Magic was enough to kill the undead.
He summoned the mana around him.
“Fireball.” With the start word
,
about 20 fireballs were created beside him.
Those on the wall began to be startled.
“Magic?!”
“How could a saint get mana…!”
Mana of different nature cannot be held in one body.
Even so, the saint in front of him was using divine power and using mana.
How could this possibly be?
However, they focused on the future battles to the extent that they put their doubts behind them.
Heor shook his head as he watched him cast his magic.
“Fireball is good for interpersonal combat… but there is no chance of winning that way…”
At his words, they swallowed their saliva.
Clearly, Heor was right. It’s a fire magic that specializes in interpersonal skills, but only 20?
Even at a glance, the number of fireballs was relatively small compared to the undead.
20 at most. I wonder if I can catch 100 undead.
But their doubt turned to astonishment.
This is because Ray began to gather the atmosphere around him.
It was an enormous amount of mana flow that even they could feel.
If it’s this much… I wonder if he’s thinking of casting even Meteora at that time?
Goosebumps rise from the huge wave of mana that moves as if sucking in the surroundings.
The number of craters, which were only 20, began to increase gradually.
100 and 200.
Even the old man in the brown robe was amazed at the appearance of the crater being made without knowing how to stop.
The old man’s eyes began to shake as if an earthquake had struck.
“That… you crazy bastard…”
The old man wanted to scream at the sight of the crater, which seemed to exceed 1,000 units even at a rough estimate.
Even Ray’s hair was shining red against the bright red earth drawn by the flames.
He embroidered his fireballs across the sky.
“One for every six. A thousand fireballs.”
After speaking, the fireballs began to fall to the ground one by one.
The number of undead, approaching 6,000, instinctively cut the falling craters with their swords.
But it was pointless. The fireball, made of enormous density of mana, did not slash, but rather engulfed the sword and exploded with them.
“This… oh my!”
The necromancer hurriedly created a protective shield around the demon.
Even if the undead died, they could revive them anyway, but if he died, that was the end.
Unless he became a lich called No Life King, he was bound to die if he was hit by an attack like that.
Kwaaang-! Paaang-!
There was a tremendous roar that would make your ears go numb.
Burning fireballs hit the ground as if embroidering the ground.
It looks like rain stained with blood.
Those who watched the scene from the top of the castle wall could not close their mouths.
That was not a saint, but a figure of God himself.
Even just Meteor, but a thousand fireballs? Are humans possible?
Even compared to the Lessian Empire’s wizard corps, they were not far behind in terms of firepower.
They looked at the ground where the explosion had stopped.
Then they couldn’t help but be astonished once again.
It was because the undead army, which had been approaching 6,000, disappeared without a trace, and only the undead who wanted to be 100 remained in place.
At their end, someone peeped out surrounded by a black protective film.
Ray smiled at him.
“Are you a necromancer?”
Ray’s footsteps turned towards him.
The necromancer smiled as he looked at the saint who attacked him at breakneck speed.
‘You stupid bastard.’
He quickly chanted black magic.
Magi swirled around the old man like a whirlpool.
Even Ray stepped back for a moment at the intense demonic storm.
“Return even death, which returns to nothingness, to nothingness! Your intense enmity will bring even death to its knees! Death revive!”
It’s the resurrection of death. What kind of contradictory magic is this?
Along with his brother-in-law, the army of undead killed by fireballs began to revive.
no. Not only did they survive, but the number seems to have doubled.
An army of six thousand has become an army exceeding ten thousand.
Moreover, around the Necromancer, five Death Knights were revived to protect him.
Gleaming with blood, they spewed cold breath and rushed at Ray.
Heor breathed in vain at the Death Knight’s sword, which even he, a high-level Aura user, could not properly block.
“Huh!”
The five Death Knights were able to fight on equal footing with the Sword Master.
Ray also looked at their swords and was a little nervous.
‘Quite fast. Is it about the same as my father?’
Even when sparring, he was only slightly above Ale.
He could not block the swords of five Death Knights.
Of course, that was the case when he didn’t use magic like he did in sparring with his father.
Ray lightly recited the starting language.
“Heal.”
Blue mana flowed around him.
When the Death Knight’s body touched the blue mana, they began to melt with smoke.
Chiik –
“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Koooooo!”
The five Death Knights that had rushed in with a scream evaporated in an instant.
It was Rei who decided to seal the healing magic, but it was a word that did not need to be protected by the undead.
The old man looked at the Death Knight, who disappeared as soon as he was summoned, and made a dumbfounded expression.
‘One second…?’
The Death Knight, which was said to be invincible in ground warfare where not only swords and magic, but also healing magic and purification magic did not work, evaporated in one second.
However, it was still too early to give up.
It was because he had an undead army approaching ten thousand.
No matter how much it was, as long as it was human, there would be a limit to mana.
If he aimed for that time and attacked again with Death Knights, no matter how much he was a saint, he would have no choice.
The old man held Magi in his hand and shouted.
“Bone spear!”
With his words, Magi permeated the ground.
Even with that sudden starter word, Ray was not taken aback.
Because of his characteristic of drawing mana from the air, he could see the path of mana’s movement and know where and when it would pop out.
It was as if he was a wizard but also a natural enemy of wizards.
How the magic happens and where it radiates.
For magicians who even create visions to somehow hide the flow of mana, it can’t be anything other than fear itself.
Didn’t you say that fighting between wizards wouldn’t work in the first place?
Furthermore, the coordinates where the magic takes place are calculated in an instant, followed by a forced collision with mana.
It produces truly phenomenal results.
Ray opened his mouth.
“Cancel.”
Hwaaak –
Magi is disintegrated by mana, and the magical phenomenon that was about to occur is canceled.
The old man’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear them apart.
own magic. Does that mean that someone other than the caster canceled the black magic that changed the arc?
The old man shook his head, touching his cheek with a trembling hand.
“Mah… nonsense… this is…”
he murmured, shaking his head frantically with shaky eyes.
Ray didn’t care if the old man was head-banging or windmilling.
All he had to do was defend the borders, catch the Necromancer, and return to the Holy Land.
Ray raised mana and bound the old man’s body.
“Hold.”
The brown robed old man, now unable to even control his head, looked at him with trembling eyes.
The saint in front of him was classified as a person comparable to an Elyos to black magicians like himself.
An unheard-of technique that forcibly cancels magic and mana enough to neutralize the undead before it even occurs.
It was never human. Maybe they were going to war against God.
Looking at him trembling, Ray opened his mouth again.
“You must have lived your life piling up a mountain of corpses, but are you so scared that your body trembles when it’s your turn?”
He looked down at the old man coldly.
There were no bloodstains around here, but not a single corpse.
It was only natural that all of those corpses would have turned into undead right before our eyes.
Those undead must have been someone’s precious family, children, friends, and lovers.
Since he had worked all his life to save people, he shook his head when he saw the sad cry of the undead in front of him.
At least making them feel comfortable is the last thing you can do.
He began to gather the atmospheric mana in his hands.
Uh-uhh-
A resonant sound resonated with the flow of mana that gently moved as if enveloping the air.
Each mana particle gathered around him.
At the spectacle of blue mana gathering in one place, the people on the wall held their breath and watched the scene.
Ray spread the mana he gathered with both hands and spoke the starting language.
“Extensive cure.”
Mana spreads widely as snow falls on him.
The undead were slowly melted by the floating mana particles.
Kurreuk-Kreuk-
Over ten thousand undead forces began to scatter around as ashes along with blue mana.
Is it the effects of fireballs and massive piles of ashes? The hot air created rises in the updraft and forms dark clouds.
Patter –
Raindrops start to fall one by one.
Soon, the rain that fell drop by drop became a heavy rain and began to wet the ground.
It seemed that the sadness of the corpses was washed away by the rain that merged with the blue mana.
Ray’s clothes and hair stained with black undead blood were drenched in the rain.
There were no undead around him, so it was hard to believe that a huge battle had taken place here just a moment ago.
Watching the one-sided battle on the wall, those who lost their colleagues, close friends, and lovers silently bowed their heads together with him.
