Chapter.6 In the Name of Glory (16)
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“Otman Wizard, how can I get your mana… are you okay?”
“It’s no problem. The ‘Wave’ I casted earlier didn’t contain much of my mana. For the most part, I just added modifications to the foundation laid out by my students.”
The act of using magic techniques prepared by disciples. Come to think of it, Isaac also used a similar method to use magic within the sphere of influence of the Gongma Crystal. When his disciples extract mana from the tower’s magic source and hand it over, he uses magic.
“Is this kind of connection common in water magic?”
“Hmm… I guess it’s easier than other classes. Since you’re using an easy-to-handle medium like water. Actually, I didn’t intend to use such grand magic from the beginning, but since they’re young, they may have been under a lot of pressure, so they overextended themselves. “It was something. Maybe because you scared me so much, I was under pressure to show something.”
As the professor and Ottoman were having a friendly wizard-talk, Aldrich frowned and joined their conversation.
“Sorry guys, but have you forgotten that we are entering the middle of enemy territory? There is a very strong corruption flowing through the nearby land. If you don’t pay attention, you will lose your senses in an instant.”
The professor responded to Eldritch’s worried nagging by looking around.
“I know. It’s not to the point where I lose my temper, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Me too. Even though he is not specialized in combat, he is definitely a wizard with the five enlightenments. “Even if my body dies, I will never lose my reason.”
“…I hope so. It would be difficult if the guy next to me goes crazy while fighting.”
“I assure you that will never happen.”
[no! I can’t tell! What’s creeping in so much!]
The professor was laughing at the angry complaints coming from his head at that moment.
[dirty! Disgusting! Either we should get out of here quickly or we should destroy that damn tower! I hate this!]
‘Oh, okay. you’ve worked hard.’
[Come in and help! You are as angry as I was when I was angry-]
‘Thank you for your hard work.’
This is because I saw an image of Hyde, with an irregular body, dressed like a janitor and holding a mop, pushing away the energy of black magic that was creeping into my head.
‘Because Hyde can be seen as a living being made up of only consciousness. ‘The energy of black magic that affects consciousness cannot help but be considered unpleasant.’
One of the most annoying parts of dealing with a black magician who has established his or her own territory like this is that even if you are not affected by any particular black magic, as long as you are within the area, the energy of black magic accumulates in your body.
By tuning in with the energy inside, a warlock can cast a curse that cannot be avoided at will, but thanks to Hyde, he unexpectedly gained a certain degree of resistance to such attacks from a warlock.
As the group slowly approached the center of the village, a tower covered in black fog finally appeared.
“…It’s a good thing you didn’t bring your disciples.”
“Krrr… I completely agree. If kids who can’t even see a corpse saw something like this, they would turn a blind eye.”
The professor, who prided himself on having experienced all kinds of hardships both at GG and in real life and having seen all kinds of dirty and disgusting things, could not keep his mouth shut for a moment at the sight that unfolded before his eyes.
What I thought was a tower was a huge tree.
If the land full of human bones held a grudge, would something like that grow?
Thick blood vessels were climbing and pulsating on the huge stem, which was tightly packed with spines, and branches made of femurs and ribs were extending from the oscillating trunk as if it were alive, sprouting countless flesh-colored leaves at the ends.
Every time the blood vessels in the stem pulsed, the capillaries located like leaf veins in the bast at the end moved together, and thanks to this, the tree made of bones was constantly moving and shaking its branches like an old tree on a windy hill. The black ash that filled the surrounding area was spewing out from the shaking tree.
A tree so huge that you have to raise your head high enough to see the end. How many corpses would it take to build a structure like this?
“This…”
“””It’s the greatest masterpiece I’ve ever created. Even though there’s a warrior blinded by light and walking the path of black mana, do you still think my realm is 6 points? Seriously?””” A
terrible sight. A voice that sounds like scratching on a glass plate penetrates the group who are mesmerized. It appeared silently, as if it had been there from the beginning. Floating in the air a little away from the group, it looked like a boy with a bloodless, white face.
The professor said as if he was disgusted seeing the warlock like that.
“Just from what you’re saying, it seems like you’re old, but you have terrible hobbies. Do you like children? Do you get more excited when you see children who have just started walking than when you see grown adults?” “”
“Hmm. He looks more like a street mercenary than a church hero. Wizards define the world with their own images. Isn’t the outward appearance nothing more than a shell? I thought it would be better to look young, so I did that.”””
Whispering,
“What I’m saying doesn’t make sense?”
“You’re a wizard. So go ahead and do it.”
While the professor and Borka were whispering,
the boy turned his back to them and looked at the giant tree as if he didn’t care about the group.
“””Isn’t it surprising? The world was originally created so that if you want to get something, you have to give something up. This bastard used the most insignificant things to become the greatest. We succeeded in completely breaking away from that path. Wouldn’t you please answer the question from the fellow classmate who didn’t say anything earlier? Don’t you know what a beautiful creature this is?” “”
Aldrich’s aged voice filled with anger in response to the boy’s question, which sounded as if he was speaking directly to his eardrums.
“It’s a fortune, a necromancer. This is the height of inefficiency. The burnt ashes of the soul have piled up so much that they can even be seen with the naked eye. The work of someone who explores magic is incredibly sloppy. We are more ignorant than civilians about the circulation of spirits.”
The necromancer in the form of a boy chuckled and responded to Aldrich’s insults. “”
“A poor person should cherish even a small penny as if it were his lifelong treasure. Ah, whoever deals with the spirit must be courageous. There are as many insignificant souls as the grains of sand on that beach. Look at this great achievement made by burning the souls of livestock, who would have lived a meaningless life plowing the fields and herding cows if they were still alive.””” A
dark green glow blooms in the empty eyes of the dark wizard in the form of a boy, and he touches his hand. The entire village began to shake as if in resonance.
“””The sorrow that has sunk into your lungs will gather and form life. Wake up, you grudges that could not even become nightmares.”””
[Life of Despair]
Woah –
the warlock’s The spells rang and began to shake the black ashes around, and at the same time, the trees made of bones and flesh opened their mouths as
they
responded
to
him
. -”
Fruit grew on the white and red tree. The face of an old man full of wrinkles, the face of a girl as soft as spring rain, the face of a young man with a firm mouth. The faces of the countless groups of humans that grew up on the tree were all stained with strange joy. .
From the mouths of the faces filled with pain and joy, a strange cry rang out as if pushing out space.
In the midst of the scream that tore apart the mind and shook the inside, Aldrich shouted out the words.
“Level 5! He is a warlock who has reached at least the end of the 5th rank! He’s a guy who specializes in taking root in an area and dealing with enemies like that!”
“….I didn’t just let him rob an empty house so easily.”
Tap-duk-duk!
The professor wasted no time in wolfing down Borka and Chalang, who transformed into wolves. It looked at Otman on the water and stepped forward.
“It’s a good thing you had a rehearsal.”
“Do you think the captain is the same as those monsters and the monsters
from before?” “Then, Borka, you think you are the same as you were before and you now? ”
At the professor’s words, Borka raised his claws, exposing the teeth packed in his long snout.
Ki-ing!
“Not at all.”
Patter-patter!
“””Try to struggle, you cute children. Obsession with life is the best catalyst for maturing despair, so I will cherish your souls! [Undead Rise]!”””
When the warlock spread his hand and let out drops of blood, undead sprang out in an instant from where the blood fell. From the Dullahan holding his head in one hand to the corpse of a young Ghast child whose entire body had swelled. A born Whaling One, etc…. A large army of undead, incomparable in quality and quantity to those encountered in front of the wooden fence, endlessly burst through the ground.
‘This is a typical black magician. A wave of curse is emanating from the structure that is the center of the area. A method of lowering the target’s abilities, tying them up with summons, and pouring in additional curses and black magic in the meantime. There are many Benshees and Specters, and there are quite a lot of undead related to curses, such as Whaling Ones. A black man whose main focus is curses. ‘Are you a wizard?’
An opponent like this cannot be put to an end just by fighting honestly. In fact, the environment itself, built by the wizard with time and care, is like embodying their images to some extent in reality, so the more time passes, the more the characters in his world become. As it progresses, it becomes more susceptible to spells.
‘The main body. You must capture the main body at all costs. A warlock of this level will be able to extract such monsters from within the area indefinitely.’
The professor looked at the warlock swinging endless black ash in the sky and approached Borka, who was preparing to rush in.
“Hey, you know how to win first hand, right?”
“I’ve never dealt with a wizard, but at least I know that I have to make time for my friends behind me.”
As soon as the warlock appeared, Borka looked back at the two wizards, each clad in water and darkness, who began to cast spells and quickly said,
“I-”
“I will take charge below.”
“Damn it. I should have said it first.”
“Didn’t you say the captain is a wizard? He flies and fights like those devils.”
“So I-!”
The Professor threw a nearby stone and popped the head of a Whaling One that was quickly crawling towards him and said,
“
You don’t know how to do that!”
“Then try your best! From the looks of it, if you don’t do it, you’ll all die!”
Borka ran forward, pointing at the warlock who was sucking in black ash that looked unusual even at a glance.
“Screw you! Just skip the troublesome work!”
The professor also jumped into the middle of the cold battle, following Borka, who was moving forward, chopping up the undead in an instant.
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Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Borka, who had dug in among the undead, literally ran wild like a wolf among a flock of sheep. The sharp claws of the Dullahan were fierce. His strong body was cut without hesitation, and his silver fur, with its spiritual energy flowing softly, prevented the screams of the bastard tree from easily intruding.
Kwaaaang!
But compared to him, the professor’s performance was a bit lackluster. Borka While cutting down five undead at a time, the professor was pinning one or two at most to the ground.
“Do this properly!” “What!”
“You know! Just like when you fight me! I want you to give me a big blow!”
“I can’t! If I do that, I’ll have to blow off an arm, so who’s going to catch the warlock? My punch is disposable!”
“what? “Such trash-”
“Don’t be mean to me!”
Sigh!
The professor caught the head of the charging Dullahan and threw it with all his might at the warlock floating in the sky.
Wow!
The head, which flew like a shot put, collided with the black ash that gathered in an instant and shattered with a strong metallic sound.
“Shit. “There’s no room to delve into it…”
It’s such a shame that the other person isn’t mute. If I had been able to go berserk, I would have just launched myself without thinking, but now the opportunities for powerful attacks were limited, so it was difficult to get close to them.
‘If you use your legs to jump in with all your might, one punch with your right arm and one punch with your left arm. ‘Can we reliably subdue it with two attacks?’
For a moment, he thought about rushing in, but the professor quickly shook his head. Looking back on the fight with Isaac, the wizard always finds a way to protect himself before going into battle. The black ash, which looks unusual at first glance, surrounds itself and attacks with only the summoned undead. At a glance, it looks like more than 70% of the force has been invested in defense.
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
!
“Oaaaaaa-!”
As time passes, the hanging heads begin to cry again and
“” “Life is a path toward death, so know that your destination is beneath your feet.” [Last Word]”“”
The warlock’s curse rang out as a huge wave with substance, using the sound as a catalyst.
Professor Borka and Professor Borkawa, who were struggling to fight, covered their ears and crouched down without any thought as to who should go first.
My head throbbed as if it was going to explode, and my body felt heavy, as if it were made of metal. The ground was even moving on its own, trying to bury their bodies.
Borka, who was staggering, rushed to the professor’s side and shouted.
“Keuuuu Captain! “I can’t last long like this!”
“Shit! I can’t help it. Borca! Take care, wizards! Now that it’s like this -”
– Listen –
Pop –
The moment the professor was about to jump towards the sky before more curses piled up, a low voice suddenly penetrated the square, and the undead who were running towards him with evil words stopped and looked for the source of the voice. I turned my head towards.
It wasn’t just the undead. The professor, Borka, and the warlock wielding black ash were all looking in that direction.
A small but powerful voice as if speaking directly to the soul.
– Even if you stop because the road is long, there is no way back –
The source of the sound was Aldrich, who was preparing a spell behind him. Every time a spell came out of his mouth, a shadow spewed out like a waterfall from the soul jar around the professor’s neck and flowed across the floor.
At that moment, the professor and Borka’s heads turned towards the sky. The pale boy’s finger was pointing at Aldrich.
“Borca!”
“I know!”
Parbat!
“”“[Hatred Thorns]!”“”
The two managed to block the front of Aldrich, who had his eyes closed, blocking the thorns of hatred with their whole bodies, while Aldrich, with his darkened eyes open, bent down and before he knew it, a shallow stream of water was flowing across the floor of the square. He said as he put his hand into the black mana.
– Lost soul, there is a final milestone left within you, so head towards it –
“[Manghyang (望鄕)]”
Passuseuk –
At the end of the spell that filled the square, there was no grand sound or flashy light. It was just a soul jar that spewed out black mana. A small white light just flowed out and seeped through.
However, Aldrich slightly staggered and stood up
.
dump. dump. On the contrary
,
all the undead in the square fell like dolls whose strings had been cut.
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