The 31st Piece Turns the Tables - Chapter 496

Episode 496:

A demon awakens here, and four opponents confront him. This is a rebirth. It’s time again.

[Dalmon uses the power: Swirling Malice.]

[Malicious stacks each time damage is inflicted on an opponent.] [Malicious

stacks faster depending on the amount of damage.]

[As Malice stacks, the surrounding environment changes to Dalmon. It turns to your advantage.]

…

The rattle and the four opponents all looked at Dalmon with tense expressions.

Vichy took action first.

[Vish uses Season: True Wind.]

[Makes huge flowers grow in a certain radius.]

[Each flower provides beneficial effects to allies or blocks harmful effects.]

…

Sigh!

Flowers grew through the frozen ground.

[The blue lily grows.]

[The ally’s magic recovery rate increases by 20%.]

[The crimson rose grows.]

[Additional damage is given to the ally’s attacks.]

…

[Patrol Songi’s season: me too! me too! is used.]

[Creates a magic bow that inflicts an additional hit each time an ally attacks.]

…

[Paladin Greek uses Season: Burning Piety.]

[If the enemy is a fanatic or demon, all allies Ability is greatly improved.]

…

[Warrior Banpi uses Season: Hero Stance.]

[At this moment, Banpi and the party become heroes.]

[If the enemy is higher than the party’s level, maximum health, health regeneration rate, and spirit Resistance increases significantly.]

[This lasts until the enemy is defeated.]

…

“Haaaaaap!”

Banpi rushed in as if he was flying, his cloak waving. His companions also occupied their respective positions to assist Banpi.

At a glance, you can see that they were warriors who were each doing their job. Their battle aroused so much emotion that I thought I should leave it in a picture and pass it on to future generations.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Dalmon’s long claws blocked Banblood’s sword.

Kikkigkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

…

of of of…

The Greek’s flail was raised and struck, aiming for that gap.

but.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Dalmon catches the spiked iron ball with his opposite hand.

Pipik-!

The magic bow created by Song activated in response to the two vanguard’s attacks and spewed out magic arrows.

“joy!”

Jiiiiiiing… When

Dalmon’s horn lit up, the magic arrow bounced and flew away.

Dalmon looks relaxed.

Judging from the reaction of Vishwa and his party, it seemed to be a completely unexpected result.

“… You’ve become stronger.”

It was just as Banpi said.

“The times called me. “I am not who I was in the past…”

Dalmon was evil.

An elaborately planned evil.

“You cannot overcome desire.”

Giiiiiiing…

Red light gathered in Dalmon’s hand.

The Greek stepped forward and held out his shield.

“Light!”

[Paladin Greek uses the Shield of Protection.]

[The shield’s magic defense rate increases significantly and the magic defense range expands.] [

It also activates for magic targeting allies.]

…

No words were exchanged, but everyone was Greek. hid behind.

[Dalmon uses Desolation.]

[Light extending in a line causes corruption.]

……

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A ray drawn horizontally.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….”

[Power: Swirling Malice is activated.]

[Poisonous weeds bloom everywhere as the malevolence overlaps.]

[Poisonous weeds emit neurotoxin at regular intervals, causing some damage at the same time. It causes a slowdown in the enemy’s action speed.]

…

A bizarre-looking carnivorous flower has bloomed.

Kkeeeee…

Pusheeee…

A solo dance spreads out.

Light spread out from Greek.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ”

“The Paladin Greek uses the energy of purification.]

[Purifies the poison curse of allies at certain intervals.]

…

A tense battle.

No, actually, everyone knew.

Dalmon has become strong enough to overwhelm them.

Sigh…

Dalmon was laughing.

Banpi, seeing his smile, mocked himself in despair.

“You’re mocking me.”

Dalmon says:

“I just want to enjoy my state that has changed from before… a little more.”

“… I will stop you here.”

“Yes, yes, I would like it.”

Greek moves, somehow holding on to his wobbly legs. Neither the flower’s magic nor Song’s arrows were of any use.

Paaaaaaaaaaaa!

Rushing Dalmon.

“Vish!”

“Your opponent is me!”

Banpi blocked Dalmon’s charge towards Vichy.

Kugugugugugugung…

“Do you think you can stop me?”

Paaaaaaaaaaaa!

Dalmon hits Banpi with one arm.

Dalmon is a devil who has reached the highest level.

On the contrary, the level of the opponents was not up to that level. Now I think I understand why Vichy had to sacrifice his life to seal Dalmon.

“

Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

… A gap in dislocation.

“Noooooom!”

[Vishga season: Sunny day is used.]

[A flower garden is formed.]

…

Flowers that barely rose on the snowy field suddenly grew and blocked Dalmon.

“It’s really… a trivial magic.”

[Power: Swirling Malice is activated.]

[As the Malice stacks, red lightning strikes the battlefield.] [

As the Malice stacks, a puddle of blood forms on the battlefield.]

…

Rumble!

Dalmon changed the appearance of the snowy field.

A world where all kinds of evil spirits run rampant.

“Vish!”

Ranger Song pushes Vish.

And the devil’s hand pierces his heart.

“Whoops….”

Blood pouring out.

Song says, holding his breath.

“Damn it… Screw it… Bish…”

Song lowers his head.

A fight where you are not even an opponent.

Banpi stood up, waving one arm.

The arm was completely shattered and it looked like it would never recover.

No, it’s funny that the body of the dead talks about being revived.

Bish looked back at the rattle and smiled.

“Rattle….”

Rattle looked into her empty eye sockets.

Her world was contained within it. I couldn’t find any purpose in life other than defeating Dalmon.

There wasn’t even a rattle in it.

But it wasn’t unpleasant or painful.

It’s just sublime.

I thought it was sublime.

I wanted to protect this noble heart of Vichy.

“go.”

“Vichy….”

“Go find your spring, rattle. “This is only my winter.”

Banpi shouted, swinging his sword with one arm.

“Dalmoooon!”

“Ahahahaha! “Die happily!”

At this moment, the rattle noticed a change in herself. My whole heart and mind began to brighten as if I had closed and opened my eyes.

As the hazy fog cleared, he remembered the past.

Who am I.

Ta-ta-ta-tak…

the sound of someone running up the stairs.

– Congratulations on becoming a senior wizard!

– … thank you!

I smile brightly.

Who am I.

– Fulfilling my duties as a wizard of the Aspect….

The seal of the Aspect worn on my epaulettes.

This too is an old memory.

I have to remember something a little more recent.

Then you will know who I am.

Solemn atmosphere.

An enormous number of wizards are gathered together and looking at themselves.

What is this situation?

– Knowledge is the blade and wisdom is the handle. I am omnipotent and powerless. I follow the truth, but I have contradictory thoughts.

Each word is a vivid wizard’s oath.

‘Ah… I am…’

– I am a wizard.

The old man in front offers something.

And the future too.

– I’ll leave the balance up to you. Now you… are the new scales.

balance.

The great balance of the zodiac.

– Bornuil We will continue to work hard for the development of humanity.

I am Borneuil.

The Wizard of Libra.

I…

the memory didn’t end with this.

All my previous memories still remained.

A more recent memory was needed.

– Finally… I got it.

– Did you… call me?

– You answered my call.

– I am… I am the Wizard of Libra! The intentions of an evil wizard like you…

– …is that really the case?

‘Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!’

Monster-like magical power.

A person who is imprisoned with his body wrapped in cloth and hung in chains.

The future that was stolen from him.

Strangely enough, a little more memory remained.

– Don’t bet on Borneuil. You will be defeated by me.

– I have dedicated my life to protecting balance… Your plan has ceased to breathe.

– …is that really the case? Wizards are not monks. Because magic originated from desire in the first place.

– How do you know that…

– The magic… Because I created it.

I clearly remembered the devil’s warning or confident prophecy.

– In the end, you will destroy the seal yourself.

That will never, ever happen.

“I, Borneuil….”

must be awakened.

A rattle can’t do anything.

Bornouil…

“Kuhhh….”

“Greek!”

One of the opponents lost his life.

Now, only Banpi and the flower wizard Vishman, who were fighting against evil, had to deal with Dalmon.

Bornouil.

Bornuil must be awakened.

The rattle must give itself up.

At that moment, doubt came into Dinglaeng’s heart.

Not in Bornouil.

Bornuil can’t defeat Dalmon.

Bornuil was a powerful wizard, but Dalmon was a stronger evil.

Why…

why should I choose?

Why are there more options?

Have you come to realize that simply fighting with all your might is not the best option?

The rattle is the pure spirit of Borneuil.

And there was one more soul.

When Bornuil slowly turned his head back…

– Bornuil Finally, this moment has arrived.

A man with bandages wrapped around his body and hanging on chains spoke to me with his head down.

Malice that cannot be compared to Dalmon.

A being so dangerous that it must be confined forever, or perhaps even choose extinction.

– Free me.

A series of reasons why that could not be possible came to mind.

If you release him, not only Rattle but also Bornuil will die.

He also betrays the trust of other heroes who trusted Bornuil and entrusted him with his mission.

His liberation is complete liberation.

There will be no way to stop that horrible person anymore.

Also, something unbelievable happened due to an incident in the Federation. As the times bring about all kinds of magic, some of the magic power of the federation victims that Azanic targeted… They gathered around the rattle.

This is a disaster.

This is an added reason why rattles should never break the seal.

Perhaps the sealed one has become much stronger than before.

Also… he is no longer a shadow.

As I faced complete death, I was no longer tied to anyone.

A decision that one side of the scale should not be released. That decision adds weight.

Bornouil looked at the other side of the scale.

Is there any weight to be added here?

Bornouil thought about it carefully.

A time of adventure with a young man named Kangseol. And the behavior he showed in the process.

Malice and good intentions.

His actions were tinged with gray.

Is it malicious?

It’s blurry.

Is it in good faith?

It’s also blurry.

But… there were some parts I couldn’t understand. What happened at the Star Tomb.

Maradum used the magical power he had gathered to save a woman named Han So-mi, not to return to the Kagon Empire in the timeline he had hoped for.

This was so strange.

Weight is added to one side of the balance.

Last of the Confederacy.

In order to buy time to restore the era, he sacrificed himself by freezing the entire Federation. It’s not like I’m prepared to die. Because he actually died.

I don’t know if he had any other means of resurrection left, but he was quite desperate at the time.

This too placed the weight on one side of the scale.

The scales are in balance.

Is it evil or good?

Bornouil held his head and was distressed by the situation.

Then the chained man spoke.

– Bornouil.

– ….

– You know that your balance is meaningless.

It’s mean.

Maybe this person knows all the answers in the world.

– You have no choice but to make a decision, whether I am a devil or an angel.

– Why…

– Because you are a wizard. Because you will choose your desires.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa8551114588 there?

Bornouil’s scales were broken.

All of this was meaningless.

– You are right.

– ….

– The only way to save Vichy is to break the seal.

– …she dies soon.

– …I know.

– This means that your actions may be meaningless.

– No, it’s not meaningless.

Bornouil looked at the man.

– You know. That it is not meaningless.

– ….

– Because he is a mage.

I want to save Vichy.

Only that desire breaks the balance.

The rattle called Vichy.

“… Bish!”

Bish was taken aback when someone called him in a clear voice.

“Rattle!”

“Hehe… Vichy rattle leaves now. “I’ll never see you again.”

“… rattle?”

“Bish….”

Twaaaaaaaaaa!

Rattles clinked hands.

– To Vichy… there is spring for me too?

The old woman was a girl and the boy was an old man.

A grinning rattle.

“You were my last spring.”

Crumbling!

A crack appeared in the rattle’s body, and an enormous amount of magical power swirled around.

A level of magical power that not only his opponent but even Dalmon, the supreme demon, could not control.

Whioooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

!

Crumbling!

Lightning struck the area and a shape was visible for a moment.

One who is chained and suffering.

Ooooooooooooooooooo!

A spirit that becomes bigger than a mountain.

Wow!

Winter Wizard.

Kwaruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The lightning stopped.

The rattle disappeared.

Whioooooooo…

Now, someone stood by Vichy, who had lost all his friends and was left with despair.

It simply stood.

That alone fills the world.

Long curly hair that reaches down to the waist.

In addition to the mystery created by white hair, the glasses placed on the nose.

[Ur, the liberated one, uses the power: Mage of Origin.]

[Ur can instantaneously interpret, replicate, and strengthen the magic unfolding on the battlefield.] [It has a

cooldown, but can continue to be used as long as magic allows. [You can.]

…

As soon as I raise my hand, the scent of magical power spreads out.

Any doubts about whether magic has a scent will all disappear once you smell that scent.

“Spring is cyclical….”

[Power: Activated by the Mage of Beginnings.]

[Feast of Vish: Interprets a sunny day.]

[Feast of Vish: Replicates a sunny day.]

[Feast of Vish: Strengthens the sunny day.]

Rattle asked Vichy.

– When spring passes, does it never come again?

– I don’t know.

Spring cycles.

She welcomes the last spring before leaving on a long journey.

“Vish I am your spring.”

The King of Frost embraces the flower.

I threw away the old wizard’s shackles and the shadow contract.

[Fantasy: I use spring days.]

[It brings up the surrounding environment.] [The window with a lot of vines attack the

enemy

for duration.

]

Spring spreads through flower patterns.

In an instant, Dalmon’s space was torn apart and the snowy fields were colored with a gorgeous spring.

Ujijijijijijik-!

Vine spears rose up and rushed towards Dalmon.

“Ugh….”

Just as Dalmon was about to run away and move his body…

far, far, far away.

So the magic of history that had disappeared was passed down to him.

“Accept death.”

At that moment, Dalmon’s body completely stopped.

Puhwaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Word magic was considered one of the most powerful magics in Kagon along with time magic…

“Ugh…”

Puhwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

helpless you would be helpless against the power of the most powerful magic along with time magic? His entire body was caught by vines and torn into pieces.

Blood was splattered on the flower, but the flower did not lose its shine.

Vish looked up at Ur.

– The magic of Vichy is… beautiful. But…

– … beautiful magic is just nice to look at. Strong magic is just strong.

– Are there beautiful and strong magics?

– The wizard who uses that kind of magic is probably the strongest.

* * *

Crack…

Clap…

Vichy’s short life was cut short due to the battle.

Although she was resurrected on this earth as an adversary, she was not able to live long as she was a dead person and lacked strength.

That’s why she continued to search the area for Dalmon during the two years she was given.

Now her final moment has come.

Cracking…

a long cut log chair in front of a bonfire.

Flowers all around.

No one would think that this is the northernmost frozen land.

As expected, wizards were the best at creating miracles.

“Ah… ah….”

Vichy’s consciousness gradually faded.

Like an old man on his deathbed.

She, a girl, really became like an old woman.

“Over there…”

“….”

“This size… I mean… this size…”

A white bone that somehow expresses a round shape by spreading both hands tightly.

“Have you never seen a cute bead like this?”

Miyaaaaaaa…

Hunie cried sadly next to me.

“…I didn’t see it.”

“is that so?”

“Is it precious?”

“Precious… yes….”

Vichy didn’t remember well.

I’m just speaking based on those crushed emotions.

“It was very… precious…”

Vish asked.

“Have you ever lost something precious?”

This is also the question addressed to the rattle.

And now it is Ur who has been asked this question.

With that question, Vichy extinguished the flame of life for the last time.

Ur thought she smiled at the end and left.

“…maybe now.”

Ur also lost someone dear to him.

Hwageumu, who took Hongcheon’s body, was eventually influenced by Urdo Vichy, who stayed by her side with his rattle, just as he loved Yuhwa.

Seuuuu…

Ur gathered magical power into his hands and performed a miracle.

Slurrrrrrr…

The white-bone body is filled with flesh and skin. From bronze skin to red lips and flowing hair.

The black fairy smiled and closed her eyes.

“Really… she was a girl.”

The spring girl was buried there.

Hunie, who died with Vichy leaving.

And his opponents too.

A burial mound was built and a monument was erected.

Ur made another burial mound, as if he had forgotten something.

There is nothing in it, but the owner of the tomb was like that in the first place.

“Bornouil….”

Libra Bornuil also burned his last flame here. A flame strong enough to melt the frozen ground.

Ur smiled and placed his hand on the tombstone.

“The bet…is a draw.”