Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 118

Episode 118 Unexpected (3)

The owl quickly climbed the wall and went over it without making a sound.

Toreld's men on guard duty, magic circles that sounded alarms, and hidden traps blocked the way, but no one was caught.

'That was easy.'

No one could detect the faint sound of the owl, and the trap had already been detected. There was no need to worry about the magic circle formed by some kind of magical item.

The magic circle was a common type that used the first-tier magic, Magic Detection, but the owl had a magical item that could distort the detection of magic.

Having successfully infiltrated the castle, he quickly began a search.

There were some places where there were no blind spots, but the destruction was easy.

He assassinated the guards with a dagger hidden in his thigh.

He cleared away the body, leaving behind nothing but blood. As he headed deeper, he found a luxuriously decorated door.

I put a small mirror under the door at an angle to check inside, and sure enough, there was the black wolf Toreld.

He was sprawled out on the sofa, as if he was lying down.

'Are you sleeping? But it's definitely different than before.'

The equipment worn by Torreld.

There was nothing that didn't look expensive, including the earrings, armor, boots, and belt. And there were also the two claws attached to each forearm and the twin swords on his waist.

Being armed anytime, anywhere is the same now as it was then.

'So you have to aim for the head.'

The owl activated the small crossbow on his wrist.

A bolt with added magic is loaded. It is a magical item that is divided into two parts, the first one pierces and the second one causes lightning.

It has considerable value as it contains high-level attributes.

The owl aimed at the door.

Beyond it was the sleeping head of Torreld.

There is not even a slight error.

He pulled the trigger with confidence.

Kwajik!

A bolt piercing through the door.

The detached tip was aimed at Torreld's head. Even if it hits directly, the head won't be pierced. It will emit lightning and cause a small explosion as soon as it touches.

It might hurt a little, but it was perfect for subduing.

Soon, a familiar taste was felt and a blue light flashed.

'You were right.'

The owl opened the door and stepped inside.

The room was a mess with soot marks. Torreld, who should have been lying on the floor, was gone. Immediately afterwards, a voice was heard from above.

“I was wondering what kind of kid was after my head. Was it you, Owl?”

Torrel was floating in the air.

A feather-shaped necklace glowed around his neck.

“You have a magic item with the <Flight> enchantment? You did a good job acquiring that precious item.”

“I got it from the underworld. It’s a bit of a hassle to charge, but it’s useful. Well, that’s about it.”

Torrel came down to the floor.

“What business do you have with me? I clearly remember that there was no bounty on my head. In the first place, I have not been active in public for the past several years.”

“You’ve been talking a lot since I last saw you.”

The owl took up the bow.

Before I knew it, I was holding several arrows in my other hand.

“Since when have we ever explained our reasons on this floor?”

Torreld laughed.

The claw that had been folded opened with a click. Green light and paralyzing poison flowed out from the blade.

“Yeah. That’s true.”

The moment our eyes crossed.

The owl and the black wolf Torreld kicked the floor, revealing their lives.

* * *

A black magician in the dungeon.

Before he could even feel anything, his right hand was shattered into pieces. Blood and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and the staff he was holding fell to the floor.

The warlock stared blankly at his wrist.

What the heck? What happened? Before I could recognize the situation, a sharp pain that felt like tearing at my nerves hit my brain.

“───AAAAAHHHH!”

The warlock grabbed his wrist.

His entire body was dyed red by the massive amount of blood that gushed out in succession. While he was screaming and screaming, Verden, who had lost his transparency, moved.

His plan was one.

'First, let's make them faint.'

Mildrun's black magician blew himself up.

There is no guarantee that the warlock in front of you won't do the same.

So this time, I was thinking of taking away his consciousness first.

It would be the right choice to extract information after making it so that he cannot commit suicide later.

<Icicle>

A cold icicle lodged itself into the warlock's left arm.

For a wizard, the hand is the basic magic casting device. But with the only hand left frozen, it will not be easy to use black magic.

Then, Verden approached the warlock and struck his knee with Oculus.

Woozijik!

The black magician just sat down.

Verden, who had rotated his staff, pushed the bastard's neck to the floor.

“Ugh… Ugh…!”

A neck crushed hard by the oculus.

A croaking sound escaped the airway as the prayer was blocked. The warlock's bloodshot eyes were stained with confusion.

But before he could see Verden's face, his consciousness began to cloud over, and the warlock's eyes eventually rolled back.

“It’s simple…….”

At that moment, the black magician's magical power swelled.

It's a phenomenon I've seen before.

Verden immediately threw the warlock away and manipulated the terrain to trap him within the dome.

Phew!

The sound of an explosion was heard from inside. When the magic was released, only dark red blood remained. As in Mildrun, there were no corpses left.

Verden frowned.

'I never thought it would explode even if I knocked it out.'

It's not arbitrary.

As soon as the warlock lost consciousness, he felt some kind of magical action taking place inside his body. It was probably some kind of curse magic.

'Is it to keep information from leaking out?'

Tsk. Verden clicked his tongue and looked down.

There was a wizard lying on the floor with his head hanging down.

'The wound is serious.'

The wanted person's entire body was covered in wounds. I thought about applying first aid with a potion, but there was an extremely high chance that he would die on the spot if I did that.

It takes a certain amount of stamina to handle the healing power of the potion. Pus filled the wound, inflammation spread throughout the body. Upon closer inspection, the flesh beneath the body was rotting away.

'Is it a curse?'

In any case, to recover from an injury of that level, a high-ranking priest must come to have some chance.

At that moment, the wizard muttered.

“Black…… magic…… must be stopped…….”

After saying those words, I lost consciousness.

A slow heartbeat. No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like the wizard wouldn't last more than three days.

Verden looked at him and thought.

The wizard who caused the flight ban.

And the warlock who was torturing him.

What on earth is the relationship?

'There is a clue.'

Commander's Orb.

Whatever it is, the Warlock is looking for it. And the Warlock mentioned to the Wizard that he is a traitor.

Does that mean this wizard is also a warlock?

'It seems to have something to do with the Warlock of the Union… … .'

Did a split occur?

I don't know.

But if we can find out, it might be the key to finding out what the warlocks are doing in the kingdom.

Whatever it is, we must take the wizard with us.

If done well, it could serve as evidence to prove to Kalia that she is a warlock. Then, she will be able to exert even more pressure on the Guild and the Nobles, and Fernet will be able to take the vacant position in the Guild without any hesitation.

'So, if possible, we should save them… … but if that doesn't work, we should take their bodies.'

It was to lift the flight ban separately from the warlock.

If the wizard's body is shown to Kalia, the kingdom's wanted order will be lifted immediately. Even if the royal family has influence, there is no reason to maintain the ban anymore since he is dead.

───Kuguguguung!

At that moment, a vibration rang out.

Judging from the sound coming from the ceiling, it wasn't an earthquake. Furthermore, the frequency was irregular. From experience, it was clear that a battle had broken out.

“It looks like we failed to subdue him.”

You were so confident.

Quickly subdue Torreld and heal the wizard.

Verden, whose purpose was clear, headed straight for the ground.

* * *

The owl quickly moved away and shot arrows, and Toreld dodged or cut down the arrows as he approached the owl.

The battle, which did not distinguish between floor, walls, and ceiling, was usually difficult to follow with the human eye.

Claw's sword energy cut through the stone pillar like a tofu.

Falling debris.

The owl, barely avoiding the blow, clicked its tongue as it retreated.

'You've painted it with equipment that enhances your physical abilities.'

Somehow I managed to avoid the surprise attack.

Strength, speed, feel.

One thing is different from the Torreld I've seen before. Its quadrupedal movements, which were even more enhanced and used on both arms and legs, were beast-like and difficult for even an owl to react to right away.

'Plus, the defense is also strong.'

Although he was able to predict the movement and hit the arrow, it only managed to scratch the breastplate. The same was true for other parts.

I tried to aim for the weak joints, but Torreld wouldn't allow it.

“Keuhihihihi! Owl! How long are you going to run away like a mouse!”

Torreld laughed, revealing his teeth.

It was a rather irritating voice, but Owl had no time to reply. Torreld's men, who had all come running after hearing the commotion, were waiting in front of him.

“Hey! Stop this kid from going!”

The men took up arms.

It's difficult to get through that number safely while avoiding the Black Wolf's claws.

'Those annoying guys.'

The owl took out three arrows.

After activating the energy with full power, he fired it consecutively towards the ceiling, floor, and wall. The arrows exploded, showering the steel fragments inside.

“Keep going!”

“Ugh!”

Enemies were killed indiscriminately by the sharp fragments that bounced off.

“This kid……!”

A few pieces of debris approaching.

Torreld raised his arms and protected his head.

Meanwhile, the owl broke through the siege and reached the end of the hallway.

Without hesitation, he threw himself towards the window and landed on the ground using his falling technique. Then, he prepared an arrow that reflected a soft golden light.

'This is the end.'

Arrows forged from Damascus steel.

With this, you can pierce one of his legs and cause him to bleed. By taking away his mobility and buying him time, you can subdue him. There are still Toreld's men left, but they can be dealt with easily.

A presence felt from above.

The owl turned around and aimed the arrow.

'What… …?!'

But in the sky, instead of Torreld, there was a sword. Soon, the sword's trajectory twisted and it flew towards the owl.

'Is it a magic item!'

He kicked the floor and fell backwards.

At that moment, I felt an eerie aura and raised my head. Toreld, who had used <Flight>, was rushing towards the owl.

<Weight>

The boots Torreld was wearing were activated.

A magical item that temporarily increases the wearer's weight, which in turn adds increased acceleration to the dash.

Choaaaak!

Claw brushed the owl's side. Fortunately, it was not injured since it had twisted its body just before. The owl used its muscle elasticity to fall far away.

Torreld grumbled.

“Oh, what a shame. If only it had been just a little bit faster, it would have ended there.”

He waved his hands.

The sword that had been floating in the air returned to Toreld's hand.

“How is it? It’s a sword with telekinesis, so is it useful? It’s linked to this ring, but it’s quite difficult to operate. This alone is bad, so I don’t know how telekinesis magicians handle multiple of them. Don’t you think so?”

“…….”

“Oh, you don’t have time to talk? Well, fine. I’ll catch him first and then ask who sent him, so don’t say much.”

Torreld moved his sword again.

The flying sword, the black wolf Toreld, and the men who would come after him. The owl calculated how to subdue Toreld without killing him.

At that moment, the sword that was flying smoothly stopped in the air.

“Huh? What is it?”

Torreld kept moving his hands, but the sword did not budge.

It felt like I was stuck in a pile of rocks. It was the same even if I gritted my teeth and tried to manipulate it.

Kwajik!

Torreld's ring broke. It was too durable to withstand the force of use and was completely shattered. The sword, having lost control, flew towards the castle.

There was Verden.

The owl said.

“You came just in time.”

Torreld tilted his head at the face he was seeing for the first time.

“You had company? Owl, I thought you were working alone……. Hey, you robed bastard! What are you doing?”

Torreld spoke, but Verden pretended not to hear.

He just nodded, looking at the equipment Torreld was wearing, as if to say it wasn't bad.

“It would certainly be good for a side income.”

“Side income? What do you mean───”

<Thunderbolt>

A lightning bolt struck Torreld.