Dragon-Devouring Mage - Chapter 72

EPISODE 72

EPISODE.36

Kwareung-!

As if following the first torpedo strike, the lightning bolts fell, biting tail after tail.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps!

I feel like my whole body is burning from the tip of the peripheral nervous system!

“Turn it off-!!”

They said that if the pain exceeds a certain level, you can’t even scream.

The fortunate thing was that even in that short moment, the magical power that suddenly occurred protected her body.

It would have been relatively easy to rise to the 5th circle by borrowing the power of the contracted demon, but it must have been that the level was not won at the gambling board.

and-.

‘I must have adjusted the power to some extent.’

Thinking so, Russell stepped down near him.

Shiiik tak-.

“Turn it off-.”

Even then, Hilla, the cultist woman, was lying on the floor, shivering.

Smoke flowed nonstop from the slightly open mouth, as if the intestines had been cooked.

Frowning at the sight, Russell approached her.

The reason Russell reduced his power at the last moment was simple.

‘Because there’s something I need to ask while I’m alive.’

There are two things you should ask.

The first of these was who we got our information about the ruins from.

It is a ruin that even the person who went back in time did not know about.

But to find out exactly where the ruins are and attack them.

‘There is a possibility that a high-ranking official or an official of the Mage Tower can read this information.’

A situation in which either party can only assume that information has been leaked. So it was necessary to find out.

and second.

The second was a personal question.

‘Are cultists involved in my father’s death?’

Of course, there was no guarantee that the last time he would be behind them.

However, it was worth asking as they were both cultists.

Jerk-jerk-.

The sound of footsteps stimulated my ears, and Hilla’s eyes trembled slightly as she barely came to her senses.

It was very obvious what would happen to him if he was caught here.

‘The wizards of Endymion will never forgive the warlocks.’

No matter where he went on the continent, he was a cultist who was not treated properly, but Endymion was especially harsh with them.

It has to be.

Even in the founding myth of Endymion, it was the cultists who appeared as enemies.

Not to mention the salt tower.

The opponent was a disciple of Daria, who was famous for having no mercy towards them.

Hela trembled at the sight of her own destiny drawn so clearly.

The fear of death rises in my head.

Hwaaak-.

The moment when the creeping fear spreads like paint and tries to take control of the brain.

“Huh-!”

Hilla screamed.

Russell stopped walking at the sudden scream.

‘Are you going to make a last resort?’

I didn’t let my guard down at the thought of what might happen.

At that moment, Hilla screamed and grabbed my head with both hands.

He screamed pitifully, pouring blood from his eyes, nose and mouth.

“Please. Please save me… please.”

It wasn’t just Hilla that the anomaly happened.

“■■■■-!!”

The Chimera, who was barely able to breathe while relying on even the slightest regenerative power, let out a scream.

“Haaaaaa!”

Wigarden, whose body was frozen with his limbs bound, was no exception.

With a scream, Hilla’s body begins to melt.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!”

Looking at my skin, which gave off a foul stench and began to melt like candle wax, Hela screamed, “I’m dying.”

“-?!”

phenomena that occurred simultaneously.

Russell tilted his head.

Spiegelman exclaimed hurriedly.

“This one?”

“Do you know anything?”

“It’s the brainwashing magic of the Brainwash cultists. It’s so rare and it’s high-level black magic, so it’s the first time I’ve actually seen this…” ”

Please Jebaal-!”

Hilla busily moved her arms to pick up the melting flesh.

But nothing changes.

Rather, the movement of the arm only accelerated the melting of the flesh.

In addition, melted flesh was also a problem.

The ground that the flesh touched gradually corroded and began to melt.

‘Experiment and poetry poison!’

Russell’s face stiffened as he grasped the ingredients.

The body is melting. Even so, to make it corrupt enough to flow out of poetry poison while still alive.

‘That too in this short time.’

Isn’t it a terrible magic that suits a cultist who doesn’t see even this much respect for life and life?

Then Hilla begged Russell.

“Please please save me. Please… I’ll do anything for you to live.”

Desperate will for life.

It wasn’t that he looked sad.

However, in order to obtain information, one of the three must be saved!

“Is there any way to stop it?”

Spiegelman quietly shook his head at Russell’s question.

“As long as a high-ranking priest doesn’t come, it’s a group.”

He, too, had a sad expression on his face.

After all, Spiegelman must have known at least that it was important to get information from them.

“It’s a story that can’t be helped.”

Alan’s voice, which seemed calm, was also about a tone lower than usual.

“Please…”

In the meantime, Hilla’s body was melting to the extent that all of her bones were exposed.

And finally the last minute.

Hilla spat out in a dying voice.

“Please please save me. Lord Hypnos (Ὕπνος)…”

That was the end.

As soon as the round eyeballs rolled out from the inside of the loose leather on her face, Hilla’s body sank.

Either the brain or the heart melted and life activities stopped.

The last name the cultist spat out. Russell muttered the name in a low voice.

“Hypnos.”

It was to keep it clear in my mind.

‘Perhaps he is the one behind these people.’

Hypnos (Ὕπνος).

It is the name of the Olympus Gods, one of the gods who were said to have walked on this earth in the age of mythology in the past.

Tinnitus is ‘sleep from which you cannot wake up.’

Of course, it wouldn’t be his real name, but to call himself the name of a god close to death.

Should I say arrogant?

If not, should I consider myself confident in my skills?

If you use a 5th circle cultist like a limb, you have top master level skills even if you take it to a minimum.

Master maybe more than that.

Or it might be a wizard who crossed the wall called a superman.

‘Should I consider myself lucky that I did not call myself Hades (Ἅιδης) or Thanatos (Θάνατος)?’

At the sudden thought, Russell smiled bitterly and lifted the partial acceptance.

‘Ugh-.’

In an instant, a throbbing migraine hit my brain.

A mild sense of motion sickness that comes along with it.

‘Is this a reaction?’

Definitely much better than before. The consumption of mental strength, as well as the subsequent recoil, became tolerable.

The proof is that there was not even a single stumble despite lifting Yonginhwa.

Then the notification sounded.

[You have completed the mission. Reward will be given.]

[You have defeated 2 cultists in total. Intermediate magic stone (edible) x6 will be given as a reward.]

As usual, despite the notification that the mission was completed, Russell was not happy.

‘For that reason-.’

Base camp in disarray.

Scattered around it are the corpses of the same wizards.

-Because the damage was so great…

* * *

It was some time after that that the incident at the base camp was reported to the royal capital.

The news is enough to upset the entire royal capital as well as the wizarding world, including the four magic towers of the royal capital.

“dare-.”

That’s why, at the seat where the owners of the four magic towers of the royal capital gathered together, Daria let out a subtle anger.

Along with him, the chocolate cake placed in front of her begins to melt.

The person sitting next to him reached out his hand.

Holding Daria’s back of her hand, she brought in a cold wind to cool her down and said.

“sister. calm down.”

A white rabbit doll in his arms and a young face that makes you wonder if he is in his mid-to-late teens.

A girl with a long robe hanging down past her wrists, even for her petite frame.

It was an outward appearance that was absolutely unsuitable for the meeting of the king’s tower masters.

However, if they knew her identity, no one would be able to say that.

Surprisingly, her true identity was Emilia Merwin.

Emilia Merwin, the lord of the White Tower of the Royal Capital and the archmage of the 7th Circle.

Just like Daria, who appears to be in her 40s despite being over 80, she looks too young to believe that she is over 60.

However, the reasons for the two people’s youthful appearance were completely different.

If Daria’s case was simply using magic to stop aging, Merwin was really young.

Although she was of mixed human and fairy races, she was in her late sixties, but judging by the fairies’ age, she was only the age of a girl who had just entered puberty.

That’s why Daria calls her ‘White’ and says she’s pretty.

Following Merwin, Hemingway also shook his head.

He sighed as he recalled his childhood when she was famous for her fiery personality.

“Nothing has changed much from when I was young even when I get older…” It

is said that after becoming a yeomtapju, he became more gentle than before, but human nature does not change easily.

“joy. be quiet this inspiration Do you think I’m not even this angry right now?”

Daria snorted at Hemingway’s words with such meaning.

“How dare a cultist or something not only openly appeared in Endymion, but also targeted our youngest?”

“I’m not saying don’t get angry, but let’s handle things a little more calmly. With a quick temper.”

Hemingway shook his head and clicked his tongue again, and Daria’s eyes twitched.

He twitched his lips as if he was about to say something, but he soon held back his words.

She, too, admitted that there was nothing wrong with Hemingway’s words.

“joy. good. Let’s start talking somewhere.”

I never intended to be more angry than this.

‘The base camp is said to have been hit, but the situation has taken care of all three cultists. Besides, even the youngest is safe… I don’t think there’s any reason to get angry more than necessary.’

Nevertheless, the first time he showed anger was just his original personality.

When the situation was cleared, Niccolo Machiavelli stepped forward with a clearing of his throat.

“Hmmmm. Then we will start with the items that can be dealt with first.”

The first agenda that started was about the victims who died at the base camp.

“Although it was a sudden accident, they were all those who worked hard for Endymion and the world of magic. Sad people have passed away.”

“Shouldn’t we provide compensation for the bereaved families as well as treatment for those who died?”

“Then how about doing this?”

Starting with that, various agendas start to flow.

The four masters of the Magic Tower who were seated were accustomed to handling the issues one by one.

All of them are experienced people who have been sitting in the position of the owner of the four magic towers of the royal capital for well over ten years.

They were already good at handling things without being too little or too much.

When the agenda starts to be processed one by one, and finally there is only one agenda left.

Niccolo Machiavelli, the owner of the yellow pagoda, muttered, unable to hide his uncomfortable face.

“All that remains now is the matter of the cultists.”

As if agreeing with that, Hemingway added.

“Because he’s a cultist, I’m sure I’ve heard that name often lately…”

From attacking the wagon last time to raiding the excavation site this time.

I wondered if cultists had been active so often in the past decade.

“They haven’t been seen for a while, so the liver must have swollen properly in the meantime.”

Daria, who was growling at the word cultist, added quickly.

“Otherwise you’re messing around with something. Like… looking for something.”

Others agreed with her when she said that the cultists might be looking for something.

“hmm.”

“hmm.”

“I agree with you too.”

The other three nodded their heads.

“The thing is, you have to know what they’re after and what they’re trying to do with it.”

That said, information is currently lacking.

To put it simply, cultists were like wounds that started to fester.

If you ignore it just because it’s a small wound, you’ll have to cut out the entire affected area and even threaten your life…

Daria said because she knew the danger better than anyone else.

“It might be a good idea to raise your guard against them a notch.”

Hemingway and Emilia Merwin, the head of the White Pagoda, took the word.

“I’ll have to increase the manpower a bit more for chasing the traces of the cultists.”

“Then, as soon as the meeting is over, I will pass this on to the local Mage Tower and raise their guard to the next level.”

Like knocking on the grass to frighten snakes.

It was clear that they deserved to be rooted out as cultists.

However, there was also a risk of doing things wrong if you used your hands excessively without knowing the purpose.

“-This is probably the best thing for now…”

Hemingway finished the day’s meeting as he got up from his seat.

“We will discuss this later.”

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