Chapter 467: The old man, Kassel It was truly heavenly luck that the magic tower lord felt the emperor’s change.
A large-scale magic circle prepared by Regal for the brainwashing of the imperial army.
The emperor’s soul, which had unexpectedly grown to an unbelievably large size, was caught in an attempt to understand the state of the approaching imperial army in advance.
‘…Emperor?’
At first, I thought it was definitely an illusion.
How could an emperor, who was at most similar to himself, reach such a level through the expedient of the power of tradition, maintain such a status?
However, as the imperial army got closer, the emperor’s presence at its center only grew. To the point where I can’t even say it’s an illusion.
‘…Nonsense!’
At that moment, Topju stood at a crossroads to make a choice.
Will he face the emperor as an ally in Regal like this, or will he avoid him?
‘If you encounter it, you can’t run away.’
I don’t know how it happened, but it seemed like the emperor had achieved incredible growth, leaping several levels.
‘Class 8… Did he even surpass that? No, probably not. That’s…’
A sense of crisis came over me that made my body tremble, regardless of my will.
As the situation unfolded, I couldn’t help but think about the old grudge between the imperial family and the Kassel Tower.
‘…Now that things are like this, I have to give up all my existing plans.’
Originally, the plan was to take advantage of the current situation the empire was in and brainwash the empire’s elites, and then devour the empire after defeating McLane. Although it appears that the final command authority was given to the emperor, the possibility of change was secretly left behind.
I thought it was possible with my abilities.
But now it’s gone.
Even the magical achievements that prided themselves on being of different levels were meaningless in the face of the vast difference in rank.
‘If you do something like that, it will be over right away.’
The emperor didn’t do anything, but it felt like a knife had been inserted into the back of his neck.
In the end, the top owner had no choice but to make an ambiguous choice.
“The elders and I will withdraw. You will remain and follow the Emperor’s instructions.”
“…yes?”
I didn’t bother to explain to my subordinate’s question.
We’ll have to find out what happened later, but for now…
‘The emperor is the strongest on the continent.’
In that case, all you have to do is bow your head for a moment and wait for the right moment.
And there was also a part of me that believed.
“Just remind me of your promise to capture Logan McLaine and hand him over to us.”
“…Yes, Top Lord.”
The power of the covenant is powerful. If it’s at that level, it’s even harder to ignore. Because it was a specific promise that left no room for other interpretation.
With that in mind, Topju left Regal.
And much later.
After the imperial army’s brainwashing work was completed, news came that all the subordinates who reminded them of the promise were slaughtered.
With the news that even the ganja planted inside the imperial army were wiped out.
* * *
“Is the Emperor really crazy?…”
The essence of magic is to move the world with will.
And the wizard’s will uses the form of ‘words’ to move the power of nature, or mana.
Therefore, the weight of the covenant could never be ignored.
This is why you can sneak away with a play on words like he did, but you can’t break your promise outright.
That was the reason why a wizard who told lies could not reach the level of a wizard no matter how talented he was.
If the caster’s words contain lies rather than true intentions, the power of magic weakens. And as the level increases, it becomes a stronger fetter, binding the wizard.
This was by no means a superstition or speculation, but a proven fact. Even if you are a great mage, if you circumvent the promise through expedient means, you will not be able to use the 7th circle magic for a while.
The imperial family, which had consistently produced great mages for each generation like the Kassel Mage Tower, would naturally have known this fact.
But now the emperor has gone so far as to kill the envoy.
The promise of an alliance to conquer McLane was broken in the most extreme way.
Since a proper great mage would never give up the possibility of future development, it could mean one of two things.
Either the emperor really went crazy.
“…He has reached the level of a god and has become able to manipulate the forces of nature with his own will.”
The old man’s eyebrows twitched as he muttered to himself. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, I realized in my head that it was most likely.
The worst case scenario assumed became reality.
And then the old man was sure.
“…MacLine is over.”
It was never a good thing.
When you see things going on, approaching the emperor again is tantamount to suicide.
‘Going to such an extreme means that the Emperor has no intention of keeping Logan McLane alive.’
The changer of fate was a necessary sacrifice for His coming.
However, as the side that was taken to balance the situation became too strong, it seemed like there might be a problem with the supply and demand of the sacrifices.
“Mmm.”
The old man closed his eyes and anticipated the situation.
The completely brainwashed and fearless army of the Empire storms into Ruspelheim, and the Emperor, at the head or behind, casts a series of great magic spells that turn heaven and earth upside down.
In the meantime, will it be possible to secretly steal the sacrifice that is the Auror Master?
“…There is no answer.”
The situation was so hopeless that I couldn’t help but sigh, but I couldn’t give up.
‘Somehow, we create an opening and take out Logan McLane.’
Having made up his mind, the old man secretly headed to Ruspelheim with the four remaining elders.
* * * The day of the decisive battle.
The old man waited for the war to intensify from a distance so as not to be caught by the new man’s senses.
‘As he is an Auror Master, he won’t be defeated that easily. ‘Aim for that gap.’
All you need is the life of Logan McLane’s sacrifice.
The old man watched the battlefield with sharp eyes.
Then, when you think you might be the most nervous than anyone else on the battlefield, you laugh out loud.
He was momentarily mesmerized as he watched the war unfold completely differently than he had expected.
The emperor cast a whopping 9 class level magic.
In addition, Logan McLane, whose presence suddenly grew, not only nullified the magic, but even used their brainwashing magic in reverse.
Then, in the end, another 9th class magic struck the imperial army, and soon from the castle wall where the emperor came in earnest, a golden light that gave goosebumps just by looking at it surged with the force to split the sky and the earth in half.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
The storm that formed in the aftermath was cute compared to the previous process.
“This is…”
It was already difficult to find the right moment to intervene.
Their magic was used in reverse, Logan McLane showed a performance that seemed to have reached the level of a rookie, and the result was very different from what was expected.
Every scene on the battlefield overturned the old man’s common sense.
“Tap owner. Is that possible?”
“Hehe. Hehe…”
Maybe it was because it was so absurd.
For a moment, my mind went blank and I couldn’t think of anything.
However, even in the midst of this, a subtle sensation passed through him.
This was possible because he was a great mage who controlled dimensions and the properties of the soul. It was possible to sense that the space was connected for a split second from the center of the battlefield to a place not far from here.
‘Emperor…’
At that moment, another option appeared in the old man’s mind.
– A noble bloodline accumulates a lot of karma. The karma accumulated in the veins itself becomes a staircase to reach the top of the gods. The latter prepares his noble bloodline as a body and places it at the top of the pile of spiritual and physical bodies. Then…
Another possibility stemming from the prophecy that came to mind again.
The pinnacle of noble bloodline.
The direct lineage of the imperial family, Baros, has already been designated as a body, but how can it be the body of an emperor who is knocking on the threshold of being a god?
‘With a body of that size, he might come down even if he doesn’t use Logan McLane as a sacrifice.’
That thought naturally came to mind.
Of course, capturing and brainwashing a rookie was impossible with the power of his Kassel Magic Tower, but the situation was exquisite.
The emperor showed great shortcomings in being considered a complete 9th class. Moreover, it was also clear that the Emperor had been seriously injured in the final clash.
More than anything.
‘It is impossible to catch Logan McLane with our current strength.’
Capturing an Auror Master who already possesses extreme power and has now reached the level of a half-goddess, and sacrifices him?
It seemed absolutely impossible.
Of course I couldn’t give up.
‘A sign of the departure of the gods and the appearance of a person who changes fate. Until this chaotic time.’
Everything matched the prophecy, except that the person who changed the fate was the strongest Auror Master on the continent.
“No matter how much I think about it… a chance like this will never come again.”
“yes?”
“…Follow me. We will catch the emperor.”
“yes!?”
“Taplord? What are you saying…!”
“Oh no!”
“It’s overwhelming!”
Elders wearing black robes all voiced their opposition.
It was something unimaginable under normal circumstances. Because they were all brainwashed to absolutely obey the orders of the tower owner.
However, the emperor’s performance on the battlefield was shocking enough to break that brainwashing.
‘No, that’s not it. I just think it’s sincere advice.’
It was as if the 6th class mages were trembling in a barrier of cognitive impairment far away from the battlefield.
It seemed like he could see a reflection of himself from before in that image, so Tapju shook his head nervously.
“Force it. Follow.”
“…yes.”
Behind the old man with a heavy expression, black robes with an even heavier atmosphere followed him like ghosts.
And surprisingly, Topju’s adventure was much more successful than his original resolution.
“Jibrik! He is taking care of us as expected! Hahahaha!”
In the forest not far from Ruspelheim, the tower owner couldn’t help but burst into laughter. They found the emperor lying unconscious, vomiting blood.
The status of the soul, which had once felt overwhelmingly large, has been lowered to the point where it can no longer be said to be at the level of a rookie.
I had no idea what was going on, but one thing seemed certain.
A huge soul with many holes.
‘I suffered serious wounds to my soul.’
Perhaps because of the wound, his status was lowered by a level.
But despite this, he is an 8th class player and the emperor of an empire.
There seemed to be no body more suitable as a god.
And above all.
“There’s no way I could wake up if my soul was hurt that much! Puhahahaha!”
How can one not laugh as a perfect body has appeared that does not require any brainwashing?
“Take the emperor there and increase the scale of the ceremony.”
“yes?”
“Ha, but what about the person who changes fate?”
“I have an idea of a way to lure him.”
Not captured alive, but lured.
Now that a more tangible body has been prepared, all that needs to be done is for Logan McLane to be there when the ceremony takes place.
‘The scale of victims is much larger than we thought. A tremendous amount of energy would have gathered at the ‘altar’, so even an Auror Master would not be able to escape.’
The moment he saw the fallen emperor, a calculation was already made in the tower owner’s mind.
“All of this is proof that He is watching over us.”
My soul was filled with joy, and my voice naturally trembled.
“…yes?”
Whether his subordinates understood it or not, Topju truly thought so.
The emperor was the best among the imperial family, which past magic tower lords considered to be the pinnacle of noble bloodline. Even in ancient times, he acquired the existence of the 8th class, which was the standard for a great mage.
It is now possible to use the emperor, which would have been absolutely impossible originally, as the body of a superhuman whose power far exceeds that of previous generations.
“He is watching us!!”
The tower owner’s voice cheering heartily rang out in the quiet forest for a long time.
