Dragon-Devouring Mage - Chapter 227

Episode 227

EPISODE.114

Superman.

Among them, the scene of battle created by two Aura practitioners was quite different from that of the archmages.

Although the extent of the aftermath itself was limited compared to the wizards’ battles…

‘It’s quite disastrous.’

If the battle of the great mages is described as wide, the battle of the Auror practitioners is…

‘deep.’

It was a sight hard to find words to describe otherwise.

coo gg gg-.

As if the earth’s axis had been twisted in the aftermath of the battle, vibrations reminiscent of aftershocks alternated irregularly.

Someone’s voice was heard from the pit where the sand was still rising.

It seems that he noticed Russell approaching, probably because he hadn’t managed to calm down his raging magic in the previous battle.

“New success.”

Areks’ voice.

The wind that blew the sand that had filled the surroundings and shook it here and there, splitting it like a curtain, and he walked out slowly.

“How did it go?”

As if it wasn’t an easy battle, not only do you have long cuts here and there, but your whole body is soaked in blood.

Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries that could directly affect his life.

pong-.

I opened the subspace to him and handed him several bottles of potion with the caps off.

“…whatever this. chuckle.”

Even though he said so, it seemed necessary to accept the potion with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Russell replied to him who greeted him by spraying a potion on his body.

“Once… I did win.”

“first?”

It was literally once.

I didn’t use all of my cards and I won more easily than I expected, but it was all thanks to the realization that came to me suddenly at the last moment.

If it wasn’t for that, I would have had to expose a few more of my paddles.

‘furthermore-.’

Feeling bewildered, Russell squeezed his hand.

It was something that happened without even realizing it.

Perhaps because of this, the sensations he felt at the time remained as vague reverberations on Russell’s fingertips and consciousness.

I think I saw the path I had to go on, but it took a lot of effort to walk in the right direction.

“hmm. It seems there is something wrong.”

Areks shrugged his shoulders at Russell’s complicated expression and sighed.

“You’re still better than me. I missed this one.”

dejected voice.

“…?”

To the puzzled Russell, he scratched his head and explained briefly.

“The moment the fight between the ball and the brat was over, I guess I felt a disadvantage, so I just ran away.”

It was clear that the thunderbolt referred to here was Walter, and the reason for the escape was obvious.

“Perhaps it’s because I’m concerned that it’s going to be a two-on-one fight.”

He was the one who couldn’t gain a clear advantage even against Areks, who hadn’t fully recovered from his injuries.

In the meantime, it was clear that if Russell joined, it would be his defeat.

“To be shrewd… tsk.”

He clicked his tongue once, looking at Russell as if he didn’t like the fact that he missed him due to his own carelessness.

“Thank you more than that. Shin Gong. What would have happened if it wasn’t for the ball…”

“No.”

Russell shook his head. If it had been possible to arrive even a few days earlier, even the unfavorable fight in the beginning would not have happened.

Areks firmly denied Russell’s words.

“Don’t say that. If it hadn’t been for the ball, it would have been me lying on the floor, not that clown.”

After banging his chest a couple of times, he lowered his head.

“I, Areks Kylen, will never forget the ball’s help today. Let’s promise this in the name of the Kylen family.”

Although located in a province other than the royal capital, the Kylen family was a well-known warrior family within Endymion.

It is also a samurai who uses heavy weapons. Areks is the representative of the Kylen family.

Such a person made a promise in the name of the family. The weight couldn’t have been light.

Russell was also well aware of that, and the moment he tried to shake his head with a bitter smile.

Kyaaa-!

uh uh-!

Deceptive cries were heard from all directions.

The place where the undead evaporated in the aftermath of the battle between two pairs of four superhumans.

To fill the place, the surviving undead were pouring in like a tide.

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Hundreds of thousands… maybe more.

The undead hordes flocked without end in sight, to the point where they looked like black waves or a great sea.

Russell muttered to himself, looking tired of the ominous sight.

‘How many lives must have gone into creating this number of undead…’ It

would be fortunate if the undead were created by simply digging up graves or using the bodies of those who died a long time ago-.

‘Considering the behavior I saw in the empire the day before, it wouldn’t be the case.’

Of course, it wasn’t just the previous day’s experience that made Russell feel that way.

Most of the undead created that way, perhaps because they couldn’t stand the flow of time, have missing or misaligned body parts.

Compared to that, what about the appearance of the undead that filled his eyes right now?

‘Although there are some who are lacking or misaligned…’

There were also a significant number of guys with piles of rotting flesh hanging from all over their bodies.

Even at a glance, they were the ones who would have been leading a normal life just a short while ago when they were manufactured.

Biting his molars tightly, Russell raised his mana.

The mental power consumed in the fight against Walter has already been recovered through ‘Solomon’s Crown’.

Bubbling and bubbling, perhaps it was because the heat from the previous battle hadn’t cooled down, and rapidly heated mana radiated through his toes, and magma overflowed from beneath the surface.

Waves of red lava swept the area roughly.

Geu uh uh uh-!

The undead that were swept away by him gradually melted and disappeared. Fire energy is an attribute that is incompatible with the undead.

Of course, choosing Magma wasn’t just for that reason.

Since ancient times, in folk beliefs, fire has been an auspicious and comforting being.

That is why the fire did not go out during the memorial service. In other words, the torrent of magma that just happened and the flames generated by it could be said to be Russell’s own memorial service.

‘Please rest in peace…’

The magma containing such a heart once again engulfed the undead in waves.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-.

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After that, things went smoothly.

Despite the large number of undead, most of them were low-level undead such as skeletons and ghouls.

It wasn’t that difficult in itself to drive them out now that the Empire’s superhuman strength had disappeared.

Even more so after the arrival of a great mage who could overturn a battlefield by herself.

With only a few days of rest, Russell headed straight for the next battlefield as if he had recovered all his injuries from the battle that day.

Of course, Russell didn’t just drive out the undead using his great army magic.

In order to control this number of undead, there must be magicians not far away.

Through the expanded magic detection, he caught the flow of the wicked mana and through it he caught the cultists who were controlling them.

like right now

Kwurreung-!

Vivid lightning bolts flying through the night sky fell on the heads of the cultists who were hiding in the darkness of the forest like a veil.

Delicate aiming and mana manipulation that didn’t miss even a little despite the branches and tall trees hanging down in rows!

“—!!”

The cultist who had been hit directly collapsed on the spot without being able to scream once.

‘Is this five?’

I’m not talking about the numbers he’s caught since joining Kiel.

It was the number of cultists caught within a radius of several tens of kilometers in this battle alone.

‘The level is not great, but…’

There were a whopping five in one area.

This is comparable to the number of cultists Russell met after returning.

What if we extended this to the entire battlefield of Kiel and further to the battles taking place in the Naze Alliance?

‘Then the real problem is the inside of the empire.’

Even the number of cultists who came out was about this.

If so, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the inside of the empire was a hotbed of cultists.

“after-.”

Russell let out a deep sigh, feeling that his eyes were getting clogged.

‘It’s not that I didn’t have a good heart as an enemy country…’

But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want the innocent people to be harmed. Somehow the taste was bitter.

* * *

Soaring marble pillars supported the ceiling, and the walls between the pillars were decorated with art pieces that were obviously expensive at a glance.

Besides, the bedding that slipped down was also not normal. At first glance, it is an unusual room.

This is the residence of the former emperor of Britannia… who is now called the Great Emperor.

As if to prove that fact, the former emperor who commanded the empire is seen lying on a bed.

The chaotic and abstract prayers that I felt when I was young are gone, and all that remains is the scent of death that can only be felt from those who have only a few days left to live.

It has to be.

Right now, Taehwangjae’s body was being eaten by an unknown sickness. It is a disease that shook their heads not only among the famous witch doctors of the empire but also sorcerers.

Did some wizards give their opinion that it was a disease that eats away at the soul, not the body?

There was one line of sight looking down at Taehwangje at an angle.

From blonde hair to white skin like a green jade.

He had a slightly cool and decadent side, but he looked just like the Emperor Taehyung in his youth… The

young man’s name was Edgar Conrad IV.

The current emperor who had newly ascended the throne not long ago was his true identity.

However, what was surprising was that Conrad IV’s gaze at the emperor was excessively cold.

Although he is said to have grown old due to the disease, he is not his father…

Not only that, but also the corners of his mouth are twisted bizarrely. That was the moment.

smart-.

A simple knocking sound came from outside.

“your majesty. Heh…the owner of the Black Tower. Ta… Sir Thanatos ate it.”

If Hypnos is an unawakened sleep, Thanatos is death personified. It would be a name that would be perfect for the position of Black Tower Master.

“Stop by.”

King Conrad IV’s life fell, and he was guggul-.

The door opens and soon Thanatos, the owner of the Black Tower, appears.

Just wasn’t alone.

Behind him, an unknown assailant was following behind him, dressed in rags full of stench.

“Hee hee hee…!”

Every time I walk, the attendant steps back involuntarily at the smell of death that walks through the rags.

Thanatos giggled as if the scene was amusing.

coo gu gg geung-.

Before long, Thanatos lowered his head after confirming that the door closed and the hall was cut off from the outside world.

“The lowly servant Thanatos is meeting his master.”

His attitude and tone were questionable to be seen simply as dealing with the emperor.

Thanatos’s words were not over yet.

“The thing the master commanded has finally been completed today.”

“If it’s the thing I was talking about…”

Thanatos smiled at him as he blurted out his words and stood up.

Then, check the rags covered by the assailant! I took it off and replied.

“It’s an arc rich based on Roderick Armstrong, the master of the Dark Tower.”

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