Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 395

Episode 395, Number 77

The Deiros family, once a prestigious family in the Dark Nation, possessed three heirlooms.

[Duplicating Eyes]

[Proliferating nucleus]

[Reviving Blood]

The materials of special entities received from the first Demon King, who subjugated beings that threatened not only countless lives but also the very existence of neighboring countries.

Isabella lost two of them, but managed to keep one.

By eating it directly.

* * *

The forced spatial movement manifested by [Palahnhard's Master] is different in type from spatial magic implemented with actual magical power, so it is impossible to resist.

There are only two drawbacks.

One is that it cannot travel long distances.

And the other thing is that if your resistance is low, your body may be torn apart.

A hollow space inside a large rock mountain.

The flow inside the cave is reversed as sunlight streams in through a crack in the ceiling.

Within moments, the distorted space exploded, sending two people flying out.

“Ugh……!”

Rayshen quickly regains his balance by rolling on the floor.

He took out the special staff from the space bag with him and activated the magic circuit.

As the dark green eyes illuminated the front, there was a blood-stained woman who had raided the safe house.

Isabella can resist the compulsory magic circle, but the aftereffects leave her in terrible condition.

In particular, since his magic resistance was weakened, he could not fully withstand the distortion of space like Leishen.

“Haa, haa…….”

Her entire left arm was gone.

Blood gushed from the torn section. The pool of blood on the floor melted the rock, creating a toxic smoke.

A very faint blood mist appears.

Rayshen, who had been watching Isabella closely, narrowed his eyes.

“Forced teleportation… It doesn’t seem to be magic or hierarchy magic, so it must have been implemented as an artifact. There’s no way my escorts were affected to this extent, so perhaps all three were teleported to a different place? Well, it was only nearby.”

Analytical skills worthy of one of the authorities in charge of the unofficial experiments of the Bohemian Tower.

Rayshen was purely amazed.

“Wow, I’ve never been retaliated against by a test subject like this before, so I’m really surprised. And what’s more, the lucky melody girl who was performing at the theater turned out to be Isabella Deiros herself, the one I was looking for?”

“…….”

“Your appearance is a bit different from what Croden said. Your hair and eye color are completely different, so I couldn’t recognize you. Oh, and is that also a change that occurred by consuming the ‘essence of a special individual’, just like how you withstood the Master’s magic circle? Am I right?”

Croden, the moment the name came out, Isabella's eyes lit up.

It is truly a bloody anger.

Rayshen, who knew the inside story, licked his lips and grumbled.

“Hmm, normally, you should die immediately after absorbing [Revival Blood], but… is this a phenomenon that occurred because you coincidentally collided with the Master’s magic circle? It’s really strange.”

Blood that contains a terrible poison.

Isabella has already lost a considerable amount of blood, but she is still alive and breathing.

Moreover, the bleeding was gradually stopping and the wound was beginning to heal.

“What is this? It’s not a human, it’s a monster.”

An immortal test subject.

It's just as the teacher said.

Rayshen's heart swelled with excitement.

“Oh, right. I’ve been wondering this for a while now. Why on earth did you target me? We don’t have any particularly deep relationships. Instead of executing Croden, are you going to kill me?”

From the moment Isabella recognized the pursuer, she knew that he was the Leishen Taillord.

Because in the past, Croden had told me who Rayshen was.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Having a teacher like that piece of trash is reason enough to die.”

“Do you have a grudge against the Master? Oh… Well, the heirlooms from the Deiros family were what the Master wanted. The execution of Croden was something he offered to the Master to look good. Hmm, I understand.”

He shrugged.

“So, how are you going to kill me?”

<Thunderbolt>

A ray of brain light rushes in.

Isabella fell to her knees, vomiting blood after being hit in the stomach.

“I know you’ve prepared a lot, but no matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I’d lose. The difference in strength would have to be significant.”

Currently, Rayshen is complete.

A robe and a staff classified as artifacts. The former is unscratched, while the latter's performance is truly powerful.

In addition, the magical abilities that Rayshen possesses as an individual are at the national level. He also has more than one or two hidden secrets.

In contrast, Isabella is playing but can't even stand properly.

“Tell me. What are the rest of your plans?”

Rayshen's goal is to capture Isabella.

It was necessary to take some time and pay attention to her so that she could be completely neutralized and taken to the Bohemian Tower.

'The more wounded the animal is, the more careful you have to be when hunting it.'

You must never let your guard down.

Rayshen's rule is always the same.

At that moment.

“If you’re that curious… I’ll show you from now on.”

Isabella bit her molars.

The glass bottle hidden inside broke, and the bitter liquid flowed down my throat.

Consumable Artifact [Screamer].

A means of self-destruction that burns a year in one drop and ten years in two rooms.

Isabella drank the whole bottle and her life was instantly burned.

Woodduck.

Veins protruding all over the body.

At the same time, a strong wind blew and an enormous magical power filled the cave.

The body that had been weakened all day long reaches a peak that surpasses the past. Its realm and magical power surpass even Leishen.

"……uh?"

Rayshen flinched.

It wasn't because of the magical power pressing from the front.

Something had entered his respiratory tract and begun to seep into his bloodstream.

how.

[Innocent Robe] is constantly blocking external elements.

Rayshen opened his eyes wide as he urgently checked the artifact.

“What is this?”

The invisible curtain protecting Leishen is being torn apart. No, to be more precise, it is being eaten away.

'A mere bit of magic can nullify the effects of an artifact?'

Isabella laughed softly, her golden eyes shining with madness.

“Watch it carefully. It’s because of that bastard, Croden, that’s the magic I got my hands on.”

The original magic sword was transformed by [Reviving Blood] and the new magic sword <Erosion> was born.

The moment this is opened, the magical resistance of all organic and inorganic substances touched by Isabella's magical power is weakened in real time.

The effect is simple, yet heterogeneous and unique.

<The Crack of Youth>

The wave of lightning scattered by Rayshen loses its form before reaching Isabella.

Even though it was a 6th-tier magic, it was dismantled in an instant.

Rayshen couldn't help but panic at the unexpected turn of events. He tried to escape right away, but his body wouldn't move as he wanted.

“Now, wait a minute. This is…….”

It's nice to hear a scared voice.

As [Screamer]'s duration was running out, Isabella used it as a funeral march and cast the spell with all her might.

<Red Binding>

Heart pounding.

Isabella and Raishen are connected.

Literally, two people temporarily became one body. A single mass that shared movements and wounds.

He pulled a dagger from his waist.

I got something as similar as possible to the one my young and gentle brother used when he committed suicide for Isabella.

As she raised her right arm, Reishen also raised his arm.

“Why, my resistance is……!!!”

I'm reminded of family members who passed away in the past.

The last one brought out the most vivid emotions as I recalled their names and faces more clearly than ever.

Sigh.

The dagger pierced his lung and heart without fail.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist, tearing it beyond recovery.

The more it hurts, the stronger it becomes.

“Khaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Rayshen, with her lungs and heart crushed along with Isabella, screamed and writhed.

Dark red blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Isabella, with tears in her eyes, watched him and squeezed his arms with all her might.

simplicity and honesty.

The blade that had dug all the way through came out through my back.

A fatal wound beyond compare.

It is more than enough to kill Rayshen instantly.

Also, if the side effects of [Screamer] are added here, even she, with her monstrous regenerative powers, would not be able to survive.

dump.

Isabella fell down helplessly.

Likewise, a similar sound was heard in front of me. The bonds were broken and life began to drain away moment by moment.

Only then did Isabella feel her eyelids grow heavy and finally smile comfortably.

I couldn't get revenge.

But I still vented my anger.

May the Bohemian Tower be enraged by this.

“Sorry… I’ll go now.”

Yeah, finally.

My vision was enveloped in darkness.

* * *

Maid Marianne polishes the windows of the mansion to a shine, and gardener Carver landscapes the trees beautifully with his aesthetic sense.

Isabella was lying in the yard, looking at the bright blue sky.

A spring breeze is blowing gently.

The peaceful afternoon break felt like a luxury.

“Sister! Look at this! Did you draw better than yesterday?”

My younger brother, Kael, showed me Isabella's face that he had painstakingly drawn.

It's so ugly.

Still, it's drawn really well.

"lol."

Isabella stroked the youngest's head and lavished praise on him.

Her younger sister, Xenia, approached the two people.

Xenia was crying.

Isabella was startled and ran out to him, asking him why.

Tears welled up in the second child's eyes.

“Sister Isabella.”

Xenia takes Isabella's hand.

“Sister, wake up.”

The tears that fell soaked the back of my hand.

“Please, wake up.”

* * *

“……!”

Isabella opened her eyes.

The breath that had clearly been cut off continued sharply, blowing air into his lungs.

Thump, thump.

A faint but regular heartbeat was heard.

Isabella couldn't die.

'Uh, why… … .'

It drained all life force and forcibly stopped the functioning of the lungs and heart.

And yet, I survived.

A deformed body that could never be called human… … Some would call it a blessing, but to others it was a curse.

Isabella is a monster.

She felt even more resentful and disgusted with herself for being like that.

But she wasn't the only one who escaped death.

“Oh my, I didn’t know you had this kind of magic hidden away. It hurts so much.”

“……?!”

Rayshen wiped the blood from his mouth and got up. He spat as Isabella looked at him in shock.

Broken glass scattered everywhere.

“I, too, have been hiding something in my mouth like you. Have you heard of elixirs?”

Elixir.

The highest level potion in alchemy, capable of curing all wounds and illnesses except death.

“Oh, of course it’s not a real elixir. It’s a replica that I made as close as possible. It has the side effect of reducing your lifespan, but you can still recover if your heart bursts. As you can see.”

He puffed out his chest proudly.

“It’s so dangerous outside the Tower, you need to carry around an extra life like this to feel safe. Don’t you think so, Isabella Deiros?”

The sound of footsteps is getting closer.

Isabella, who had not yet fully recovered, could neither scream nor summon her remaining magical power to cast spells.

Reishen, confident of her safety, grabbed Isabella's hair tightly.

I desperately tried to spit out the poisonous blood, but I could not penetrate the curtain of [Flawless Robe] that had recovered its performance.

“A woman with regenerative powers similar to the Elixir… Will she recover this lost arm later? If we have her, we won’t need any other test subjects in the future.”

"eww……!"

“Let’s go now. It’s a bit stuffy in here.”

Rayshen dragged Isabella across the floor and went outside.

It's daytime so the sunlight is bright.

Leishen, who had been relaxing for a moment, shot lightning towards the sky.

It was a kind of signal.

A moment later, Sarokan and Barkent joined in, searching the area.

“You guys, no matter what, you’re my direct escorts. Isn’t it too late?”

“I’m sorry. We detected a magical reaction along the way, but it suddenly disappeared, so we couldn’t pinpoint its location. Fortunately, you captured Isabella while we were away. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Yeah, you had a hard time. You were in so much pain. But what about Shadgar?”

“Ah, um. That’s…….”

Barkent held out a piece of clothing.

It was the robe that Shadgar had been wearing until just before.

“I report to you honestly that Shadgar has disappeared, leaving behind only these clothes and belongings.”

“Shedgar is missing…?”

Rayshen blinked.

'Surely he died from being twisted in space… … No, even if he's the weakest among us, his resistance isn't that lacking. Even if that's the case, it's normal for there to be traces of his body left behind.'

Then why did it disappear?

Rayshen was deep in thought, but for the time being he couldn't figure out the cause.

An incomprehensible phenomenon.

For a moment, an inexplicable ominous feeling ran down my spine───

"for a moment……!"

Suddenly, a large amount of magical power was sensed approaching from all directions.

They are all extraordinary.

Among them, there were even those who were perceived as threatening to Leishen and Sarokhan.

Even if you roughly count, it's at least two digits.

We are seriously outnumbered.

No matter how you try to deal with it, the situation is already surrounded by a circle.

Soon an unidentified group appeared.

“You left the Bohemian Tower and now strut around the Central Continent openly? You’re begging to be killed, Rayshen Taillord.”

“How do you know who I am…….”

Sling.

The young magician drew his sword.

“Dark Moon, I offer your heads to Dahit Wesroel.”

They introduced themselves as Black Hour.

* * *

In order to capture him alive without variables, you must disperse Rayshen and his immediate escorts.

For that, it was necessary to first psychologically intimidate them.

It's simple.

All you have to do is name an organization that poses a real threat that the Rayshen group can readily accept.

Disguising the Society as Black Hour was one of Verden's schemes.

“B, Black Hour…?”

Rayshen hesitated.

If it's natural, then it's a natural reaction.

It made no sense that the Black Hour's power, which should be fighting against other magic towers in the Western Continent, was here.

But the situation that has arisen is a truth that cannot be helped but be mistaken.

Cain approaches, activating the magic circuit.

The moment the distance closed, Rayshen shouted, making a rational decision that was almost instinctive.

“Barkent!”

Triple casting.

<Inferno>

The magic inherent in the wand is activated.

Black smoke rose from the rocky mountains and nearby forests covered in flames.

The view is obstructed.

Hwaaaaah!

Taking advantage of the gap, Rayshen, who was carrying Isabella, broke through the loose siege with Sarokan.

Only Barkent stayed to buy time.

'It's just as my senior said.'

There is not an inch of error.

Then, as originally planned, six members of the Society, led by Hares, pursue Reishen.

The rest, including Cain behind, were in charge of Barkent.

* * *

Kwakwakwakwang!

Magic and sorcery are unleashed.

There was no sign of composure on Rayshen's face as he felt the vibration from afar.

'No matter how much I think about it, I can't understand it.'

How did Black Hour know that I left the Bohemian Tower?

Where did you get the information?

Even if there was an outsider involved, you wouldn't know.

That's not all that's unclear.

'How did you know I would be here and come looking for me?'

Even Reishen himself was surprised by Isabella's teleportation.

So does that mean we just ran into each other because we were unlucky? No, Black Hour's reaction was too calm for that to be the case.

My head is complicated.

Anyway, escaping is the top priority.

Even though he was Rayshen, it was extremely burdensome to deal with Black Hour, who had unleashed all his power to kill him.

Their danger is comparable to that of the Bohemian Tower.

Sarokhan shouted from the side.

“Lady Rayshen! Be careful!”

“What───”

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwang!

A giant heat ray that scorches nature.

Rayshen, who barely managed to protect himself by using magic, raised his gaze.

There was a young woman who resembled the sword-wielding magician I had met earlier, leading a group of about a dozen people.

“Where are you running off to? I’m right here.”

Society's support group, Unia, provoked the staff by shaking them.

Judging by the magical power it emits, it is by no means inferior to Leishen and Sarokan.

Rayshen bit her lip.

“This is crazy… How many of you have been brought in during the Black Hour!”

“You go away, I’ll deal with that woman.”

Sarokan's duty is to protect Rayshen.

It was a lofty loyalty to the supreme Bohemian Tower.

“Yes, stop it no matter what. Stop it even if it means dying!”

If Sarokhan holds out, he can buy time as long as he holds out, and even if he dies, the Bohemirn Tower will notice as the compulsory magic circle disappears.

If luck is on your side, Master will be able to cross space to Gargant right away.

Rayshen, who had rolled his head, increased his speed while still taking care of Isabella.

About 10 pursuers followed behind.

Sarokan faced Yunia and below.

“I didn’t think Black Hour would deploy a kid that hasn’t even fully grown yet. It’s not even funny.”

“Provocative and childish? It’s a shame to call it Bohemian Tower. No, is it exactly at that level?”

It was a poisonous conversation.

As if they had made a promise, the two people flashed their magical powers and simultaneously thrust out their staffs.

A flash of light.

National-level powers clashed.

* * *

Hwaaaaaaaah!

Rayshen ran away at full speed.

I focused all my energy on getting a feel for my surroundings, moving at the shortest possible distance, and somehow shaking off the pursuers who were following me.

As if such efforts were not in vain, the sound of someone following behind began to fade.

But you can't just run away forever.

After hiding, you must secretly return to the Bohemian Tower in the Western Continent using the teleportation method given by the Master.

By all means, definitely.

In the meantime, a huge gap appeared before Rayshen's eyes───a lazy crack.

'… … ! Over there!'

Rayshen had a gut feeling.

<Flight Frequency> attempted a steep dive while applying the brakes at the same time.

Then, it displayed its agile flying ability and reached the deepest part of the crack at an astonishing speed.

Hwaaaaak!

Immediately create a high-level concealment magic circle at the entrance.

Not only that, he took out two second-generation Dexar's Gems from his space bag and activated high-level magic circles of different types that he had engraved in preparation for emergencies in all directions.

In almost the blink of an eye, a sealed space was created where not even magic leaked out.

“Phew.”

Rayshen, who had just put out the urgent fire, finally took a deep breath.

A faint sound was heard from next to me.

“You act so smart. Even though you recovered from having your lungs and heart torn, are you afraid of the Black Hour? Judging by the way you just run away like a rat.”

Isabella, who had finished regenerating to some extent, laughed at Raytheon.

“I really hope so. I hope you all get caught by Black Hour and get torn to pieces.”

“No, what did I do wrong that you can’t catch me and you’re so upset?”

“……What did I do wrong? Wrong? Then what did I, what did we do wrong?”

Isabella, who was chewing on the sentence, became furious.

“It was you, Croden and your Bohemian tower, who killed my precious family, and stole my heirloom…! You destroyed my mansion, and burned down my yard! Tell me, what did I do? What did we, who lived peacefully, do to you? Tell me something!!!”

“Oh, so noisy.”

Rayshen revealed it.

“You were the one who told the death row inmate the secret about the Deiros family. Who are you to blame? If you had just been careful with your words, this wouldn’t have happened. If it weren’t for you, your crippled family wouldn’t have died.”

“…….”

“You crazy bitch. If you don’t have the strength, you should at least have some sense.”

Isabella, who had been listening blankly, soon shrugged her shoulders.

It was a heartbreaking laugh.

Tears of blood flowed from her reddened eyes.

“Please. Please, I wish you would die. More cruelly than anyone else. So much so that you would regret being born.”

“Even if you say that, the ones who rule the world are the strong, like our Bohemian Tower. And the weak are just words. Like you.”

The weak are eaten by the strong.

It is a proposition that will remain unchanged even as times and magic advance.

It's always been that way.

Now too.

“The logic of power. It’s certainly not wrong.”

A presence felt from inside.

A metallic ting─── was heard, and then something rolled across the floor.

It was a coin engraved with the face of a beautiful woman. The lucky gold coin stopped noisily as it touched Isabella's knee.

Rayshen turned his head to the side.

A strange man was sitting on a rock, his face hidden by a platinum robe pulled down low.

‘What, since when… … .’

I didn't detect it at all.

Even though I'm in a state of panic and I'm not good at sex…

It was strange that Rayshen himself had not noticed the human being who was so close.

Then the man said.

“You still have the same bad taste in imitating that kid’s way of speaking, Rayshen Taillord. And your gaze of seeing humans weaker than you as mere test subjects remains the same. Nothing has changed.”

“You… who are you? Do you know me? Are you from Black Hour too?”

“I’m still weak to variables outside my capabilities. Even though I’m sure it’s a voice I know, I still don’t realize who I am.”

The man lifted his robe.

“If I say Subject 77, will you remember?”

“Ha, what the heck is that…….”

uh.

Rayshen's lips, which had been fluttering, stopped moving.

Then, the pupils looking at the man gradually began to tremble.

The wall eyes and gray hair are unfamiliar.

But the overall facial appearance and detailed facial features are so familiar. Of course. How could I forget it?

I still vividly remember the appearance of the most special test subject, the one that contributed greatly to the Bohemian Tower, that Rayshen disassembled and used for countless experiments.

Rayshen, who had been thinking of that name naturally, let out a voice.

“……Berden?”

The dead have returned.