Dragon-Devouring Mage - Chapter 47

Episode 47

EPISODE.24

“Heo Eok. Huh Eok. Huh.”

Russell shrugged his shoulders with a loud breathing sound and opened the inventory.

pong-.

I opened one of the canteens, poured half into my mouth, and threw the other half over my head.

Chew!

Russell looked ahead as he felt cold water running through his body and his breathing slowing down.

In the spot where the lightning struck, a cloud of sand was rising.

Hanging around those sand clouds are fragments of something that glisten in the light.

it was glass

『Mjöllnir of Thunder Giant.』

Due to the ultra-high heat emitted by the thunder giant’s hammer, the quartz mixed in the sand melted and became glassy.

With a blow of that magnitude, it hit the chest of the main body accurately with a direct hit.

If he were alive, he would no longer be human.

A huge mound of bones was seen in the center of the desert, which slowly cleared of dust and became more vitrified.

Most of the bones turned into pieces of black carbon from the overwhelming firepower.

which lies at the top of it.

It contained the corpse of a man who had been burnt to the point where it was hard to recognize the shape.

“hmm.”

Russell frowned at the sight, far more horrifying than he had thought.

[You have completed the mission. A reward will be given.]

[As a reward…]

It was immediately after that the notification was heard and the edible magic stone was stored inside the subspace.

‘Is it over for now?’

I expected to face three enemies, but I never thought I would sacrifice all three lives to summon the Abomination.

It’s just that his fighting ability is a bit inferior, and his necromancy itself must have been better than he thought.

Maybe it’s not something like this rags-to-be.

‘If I had owned the undead made with the right materials, it might have been a bit more troublesome.’

That’s it.

Despite assuming the worst, Russell did not consider his defeat.

It was because he also had a few more cards that he hadn’t used yet.

“Shall we go back?”

But before that-.

‘I’ll have to visualize this situation first.’

Then you can submit it as evidence that you have completed the task.

It would have been nice if it was possible to return alive, but there is no choice.

A 3-circle magic that captures and stores the scene reflected in the eyes like a painting.

‘Image frame.’

The moment Russell tries to use his magic, he falters.

A small body of blackened charcoal writhed.

“…?!”

No matter how necromantic it is, it can’t even revive the corpse of a dead caster!

Russell, horrified, returned to combat readiness, followed by a flinch.

The lump of charcoal begins to wriggle, then its head falls off and rolls toward Russell.

rolling around.

It felt like a black ball was rolling, but Russell couldn’t relax for a moment.

Every time the head came closer, the huge presence also got closer.

And finally, the head that had rolled up to Russell’s feet slowly snapped his chin.

Moving ‘what was the chin’, he vomited the hideous eye light from ‘the place where the eyes were’.

【Daria. That year to burn to death must have yielded a very good guy in his later years.]

“…!!”

Centipedes, ants, or poisonous spiders.

It is a voice that gives goosebumps as if the whole body is covered with insect scale.

【Russell Raymond. Raymond. Raymond.]

As if remembering something, the owner of the voice borrowed the corpse’s mouth and repeated the last name ‘Raymond’ over and over again.

for a while too.

Soon, the corner of the mouth on the burnt head trembled.

It was hard to recognize because the muscles were completely gone, but Russell thought.

【Right. Maybe I’m…]

The owner of the voice is laughing right now.

[I don’t know if he’ll be the one who killed his father and son Raymond twice.]

The voice raised his range a little, as if feeling joy.

!!!

.

.

What are you talking about now?

Who killed Raymond twice?

Didn’t your father die in the war against the Empire?

But why is my father’s death mentioned in the mouth of this mysterious cultist?

It was complicated in my head, as if there were several knots that could not be untied.

“What did you mean by that…”

he asked, clenching his fists tightly and hiding his sweaty hands.

One beat faster than that

[That’s it, that’s it.]

He hit the head.

【Anyway, since it’s a long-distance communication, it takes a lot. Then…]

Let’s put off the rest of the story for the pleasure of a reunion. Raymond’s son.

The goosebumps voice fades away with a snort.

A state in which none of the knots that have arisen in my head have been untied.

aww

Russell bit his lip.

The fishy taste of blood soaked the inside of her tongue.

In my mind, I wanted to smash this head right away.

But there was work to be done, and with superhuman patience Russell suppressed the urge.

“After the big one.”

I recorded the situation first, spitting out a sound that I couldn’t tell if it was a moan or a sigh.

‘Image frame.’

He threw a fireball as if he had been waiting.

Roaring!

They burned and kicked the hill made of bones and corpses of warlocks that had already turned into charcoal.

Knock!

I kicked the head that rolled towards the center of the flames.

And…

a group of people from a distance were watching the scene. Those who flocked to the turmoil

of the land cracking,

sand bouncing, and

lightning falling.

The imperial guard dogs sniffed it.

* * *

Imperial Army 12th Desert 2nd Battalion.

One of the officers made a sound of pain.

“Grunt.”

He twisted his back and rubbed his eyes lightly.

He looked at the stack of papers stacked in front of him.

‘Ugh…’

Despite all the hard work, there are still about ten papers left.

All of these reports came up within an hour.

It has to be.

The place where his troops were stationed was the border between Takle Desert and the Imperial Territory.

The main mission is to collect information about various phenomena occurring in the desert and movements of other countries by using scouts and skirmishers.

Is it because

At the camp of the 2nd Battalion, several times a day, messengers landed and flew in and out repeatedly.

Even on days when the number was small, it was on the order of a hundred, and on many days it was close to a thousand.

Thanks to that, my body trembles when I hear the sound of pigeons taking off.

Nevertheless, the officer’s situation could be said to be better than others.

‘It’s fortunate that only level 2 or higher intelligence is passed on to me. When I think of the general soldiers who classify the information below it…’

The officer trembled at the thought that the paperwork piled up in front of him would increase several times.

‘If I twist it, I’ll get promoted.’

I picked up another report with a tired expression and turned the first page with a languorous face.

‘Mmmmm. Let’s see-.’

Although it was a report of level 2 or higher, nothing felt particularly important yet.

The guys from Endymion Kingdom, who don’t even know the subject, have been quiet for the past few days.

So, there will be no problem with this report.

I thought so and opened the report for a few minutes.

“Great battalion commander!”

Before I could finish reading the report, the officer kicked out of his barracks and ran out.

Clutching the report with one hand, he sprinted toward the battalion commander’s barracks.

.

.

“Is this for real?”

Reading the information the intelligence officer gave him, the battalion commander bit his molars gently.

“According to the advice of the scouting team, the possibility is said to be about 6 to 7 percent.”

six and seven.

Either way, it was more than half. Then you can’t ignore it.

Having made that decision, the battalion commander waved his hand with a tired expression.

“Okay. Just go back.”

He issued a congratulatory order to the intelligence officer. After the tent in the barracks fluttered and the intelligence officer went out.

The adjutant, who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two, asked him.

“Is there a problem. The battalion commander.”

In response to his question, Viscount Jean Montmerte of the 2nd Battalion of the 12th Division handed him the information he had in hand.

“I heard there was a battle not far away. Those who fought were a figure who appeared to be a cultist and a wizard.”

“If it’s a cult…”

Have warlocks caused a commotion in the Empire lately?

I quickly shook my head, but nothing came to mind.

There was no contact from the Mage Tower in their country that they would dispatch a wizard to hunt down the cultists.

“I guess so. Apparently, it seems the other side sent the pursuit party.”

“If it’s the other way…”

“Endymion’s mage tower. To be precise, it should be called a salt tower.”

“The salt tower!”

At the word salt tower, the adjutant shouted as if he had a seizure.

In the war a few years ago, it was the wizards belonging to the Tower of Flames who burned down the entire unit he belonged to.

Regardless, the battalion commander continued his explanation in a calm voice.

“According to the contents of the report, the Yeomtapju is presumed to be the newly acquired disciple.”

The adjutant hurriedly buried his gaze in the report. We have confirmed the personal details of the new disciple of Yeomtapju.

‘The level… at most 4 circles.’

It’s not a negligible low circle.

However. It was ambiguous to see him as a disciple of Yeomtapju.

Isn’t that the level that hasn’t even crossed the wall yet?

The only thing that bothered me was the age at which I achieved that circle.

‘nineteen.’

It won’t be a big problem right away, but it’s a yeomtapju. It was a talent that monstrous bitch recognized and was fascinated by.

In terms of talent alone, he’s probably above the window tower owner’s youngest disciple.

If you keep your eyes on it, it will grow into a giant tree of Endymion that will stand in the way of the empire in the future.

If you can nip it in the bud now, that would be best.

“What would you like to do?”

The problem was that this unit was not a unit specialized in combat.

As they specialized in reconnaissance and intelligence, the number of people with excellent skills was small.

However, it is not possible to move the entire unit to catch a 4th circle wizard.

At that question, Viscount Montmert spat out with a displeased look.

“Call the lunatic.”

“If it’s a lunatic…”

A homicidal maniac.

A criminal who boldly murdered his subjects in the middle of the ecliptic.

Nevertheless, because of its talent and background, it was a monster that was not put to death and was only exiled to the frontier.

“But shouldn’t I pay for the meal? I’m not the scrap of a rag that wipes your asshole.”

A few days after being exiled.

Even during those days, he couldn’t let go of murder and cut the throats of our soldiers.

There was no need to explain that it was the battalion commander, Viscount Montmert, who had taken care of it several times.

“If I were to be a disciple of the Tower Lord, then even that person would turn a blind eye.”

As long as he catches it, he will be able to end his boring life in exile and return to the ecliptic.

‘surely.’

He was an insane person, but his skills were outstanding. He was a guy who could be said to have overcome a small wall.

“All right.”

Nodding his head, the adjutant recalled the homicidal maniac.

To be precise, the figure of the big man who exists behind the murder maniac.

If you touch the desolate impression that somehow feels uncomfortable, it seems like you will be cut.

Even more worrisome than that was the vicious rumors and ominous smell of blood that always followed him.

Crazy spandom.

He is a superman representing the Empire.

He was a disciple of one of the Master-class great swordsmen.

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