Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 156

Episode 156: March of the Dead (3)

In the Esperensa Marquisate, there exists a 5th-tier wizard as an elder. And the Marquisate's second son is also a 4th-tier wizard.

Having been exposed to various types of magic naturally since childhood, Kalia was not unfamiliar with high-level magic.

But even she couldn't help but be surprised.

A flame ray that completely annihilated the undead that came into contact with it. Its power was incomparable to that of 4th-tier elemental magic.

No way.

'You're saying he wasn't a 4th-tier wizard…?'

I don't know exactly what his level is.

But whatever it was, the magic at the moment was definitely not at the 4th tier level.

It's the same whether it's synthetic magic or concentration magic.

If there had been this four-tier system from the beginning, then the existence of magicians would have had an incomparable status compared to now.

Kalia glanced back.

Haile of the Knights of the White Knights, a fourth-ranking flame wizard.

One of the knights who is in charge of the Knights Templar's firepower with high destructive power. Her eyes were shaking violently as she held her staff tightly with both hands.

“Kh, k, <Creamate>…….”

A flame synthesis magic that can only be cast by wizards capable of triple casting.

It is composed of 4th and 5th tier lower magic, but its calculation amount is enormous. It is a high-difficulty magic that even a wizard with moderate talent can only implement if he concentrates for at least a minute.

But to cast that in just a dozen seconds?

It is a computational power that goes beyond common sense.

“That’s ridiculous… That’s ridiculous…!”

Haile is shaking as if frightened, muttering something.

The knights were muttering while blankly observing the power of magic, while the other magicians turned their bewildered gazes toward Verden.

Looking at this, it proves that the flame magic just before was by no means ordinary.

"Verden said nonchalantly.

“The way is open.”

“Ah, that… that, that was hard.”

Kalia shook her head, shaking the thought out of her mind.

His magic exceeded expectations, but… … this is not the time to worry about it right now. The questions that arise can be resolved later.

Kalia, who had regained her momentum, pointed her white sword forward. The knights who had been shaking immediately came to their senses and took up their stances.

“Charge!”

At Kalia's signal, the steed stepped forward.

Accelerating speed. The calm wind has become rough.

As the undead horde approached, a white helmet covered Kalia's head. It was one of the effects of her armor.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

The Knights of Kalia galloped along the path that Verden had made. The undead that barely escaped the aftermath approached, groggily.

Crunch! Crunch!

As the name of the White Knights suggests, the knights armed with white armor were strong.

The undead that had come with great difficulty were no match for them. Every time they passed by, their heads were cut off, and the undead that blocked their path were trampled by the warhorses and turned to dust.

Then, a huge gray mass appeared out of the fog.

A subspecies of corpse golem, 'skeleton golem'.

Unlike the Corpse Golem, which was made up of decaying corpses, this undead was made up of hundreds of bone fragments. It rattled as it moved and began to approach the knights.

Next to them, three undead riders on skeletal horses charged fiercely.

As Verden tried to cast his spell, Kalia stopped him.

“Don’t overdo it, you used powerful magic. Leave it to us to deal with them.”

"……All right."

Verden thought for a moment and then answered.

Of course, they weren't tired at all, but since they were moving as a group, the commander's control was important. It wasn't right to move on their own either.

'I also want to see what kind of skills Kalia and the Knights have.'

Verden followed her orders obediently.

Kalia turned her head slightly.

“Vespa, take care of the skeleton golem.”

“Yes, Lady Kalia.”

Kalia, who had given the order, accelerated. Vespa, carrying a huge shield, and another knight followed behind.

As if that was a signal, Haile calculated her magic. Soon, a red spear shot out from her metal staff.

<Fire Javelin>

Kwakwakwang!

The skeleton golem staggered as flames erupted.

Because it was a weak attribute, the impact was so great that there were cracks in parts of its body other than the parts that had made contact. Vespa and the knight, raising their spirits, charged forward with their shields sharpened, and broke both of the golem’s legs in one blow.

Then the wizards' magic flew and completely silenced the golem.

Meanwhile, Kalia faced three undead riders alone.

As she gathered her energy, a white aura formed around the sword and the undead rider raised his old spear.

And they crossed.

A single flash. As Kalia's sword on the left stopped on the right, the bodies of three undead riders were split in half. Even the head of the skeleton horse.

Kalia and Vespa, who had removed the obstacles in one go, joined the group while adjusting their speed.

'It's strong.'

Kalia can be confident.

This horde of undead could not slow down the advance of the Knights Templar in the least, with or without Verden's support.

A thick fog has settled over the national cemetery.

Thanks to the efforts of the Kalia and White Knights, we were able to advance without any damage.

So let's get away from the undead horde.

The mausoleum in the center appeared out of the fog.

* * *

Arrived at the central mausoleum.

The knights, who had been in sync for a long time, didn't need any special signals. As soon as they arrived in front of the building, they moved busily to carry out their assigned roles.

<Stone Wall>

The Knights Templar erected a wall to block the view. Later, he sprinkled holy water to imbue it with a faint divine power. It was a barrier to prevent the undead from approaching.

The two knights in charge of scouting quickly dismounted from their horses and stepped into the entrance. They made as little noise as possible and widened their eyes to check the situation inside.

There was only one entrance to the underground level, and it was highly likely that there would be a trap.

‘… … There it is.’

The knight looked up at the ceiling.

Even though it wasn't visually visible, I felt like there was something there.

It's definitely the undead 'Hunker' with the ability to conceal.

It never leaves its designated area, but the moment it crosses the boundary, it scatters the bone needles inside its body widely.

The bone itself contains a paralyzing toxin, so if you fall into the trap, it's not easy.

Two knights took up their bows.

They each placed three arrows on their bows and pulled back with all their might.

───Understand!

A total of six arrows spread out widely.

The hunkers fell to the ground with their skulls pierced. Their bodies were shattered by the impact of the fall.

The knight stepped over their corpses.

I carefully checked the entrance to the tomb again. There were no more traps.

After finishing the scouting, I went outside.

“It’s settled, Lady Kalia.”

Kalia nodded and waved her hand.

Verden and the Knights led their horses into the entrance.

He cast <Stone Wall> again to completely block the entrance. It was dark without torches, but it was no problem for the knights who were already wearing magical items with hint magic.

Precise and systematic movements, like a machine.

Verden had also trained with the Knights of Rodron under Count Rodenmeyer and carried out rescue operations for the Viscount.

Judging from such experiences, the overall level of the Knights of the White Knights was at least one level ahead of the Knights of Lordron.

Everyone got off their horses.

As Kalia had instructed, the knights moved at once and gathered into squads.

There are a total of three entrances leading to the first floor.

In addition, troops were needed to guard the entrance to the tomb and the horses, so the knights were reorganized into four squads.

The 1st squad that Kalia belongs to has a total of five members including herself.

It consisted of two wizards including Verden, one shield knight, and one knight who acted as a scout.

Kalia asked, glancing at her squad, or rather Verden.

“You must have consumed a lot of magic power with the magic just before. Is it okay if I don’t take the magic potion?”

"it's okay."

“Hmm… I see.”

Kalia nodded without saying anything.

Well, when we first met, he had defeated a 4th-tier wizard with his magical power. Even though I didn't know anything else, I knew long ago that he had an extraordinary amount of magical power.

'Even so, I never imagined that he would use such magic.'

Kalia turned her head and called out to the wizard next to Verden.

“Toren, you support the 3rd squad.”

“Yes, Lady Kalia.”

Torren left the 1st squad.

As a result, Kalia's squad consists of a total of 4 people.

It was a reasonable decision, even though it was a smaller number than the other squads. The magic of Verden that she had witnessed was so powerful, and it had the magical power to back it up.

In this situation, taking another wizard would have been overkill.

Kalia stood at the very front and looked at the knights.

“I won’t say anything more since you are probably familiar with the mission. But, just remember this one thing.”

Her words rang in my ears.

“No matter what happens, don’t die. That’s it.”

The knights all raised their swords.

Likewise, Kalia, who had raised her sword, had glowing crimson eyes.

“Then, let’s search the mausoleum from now on. Except for the 4 squads guarding the entrance, the rest will be at the center of the second floor. Spread out.”

* * *

A hill in a meadow where the evening glow has settled.

Limanen, standing in the middle, closed his eyes and felt the scent of nature. The traces of life that would soon wither away.

While I was spending time like that, a warlock approached me.

“Lord Limanen, I heard that Kalia led the knights to the national cemetery.”

“It’s faster than expected.”

Limanen slowly opened his eyes.

Baekgang Kalia.

She dared to confront the glory of the corpse. A marquis of a kingdom, and a child at that.

Of course it was great.

They succeeded in slightly holding on to their steps that they had thought would end smoothly. As befitting his nickname, Baekgang, his judgment and ability to act were the epitome of competence.

But what's the use of that?

It doesn't matter whether you sleep in a corner of the room or desperately swing your sword to resist, the result is the same: death.

“It’s truly fleeting.”

Limanen sighed and took out a scroll from his bosom.

As I untied the string and unfolded the scroll with both hands, the magical letters inside began to glow.

The warlock standing next to him was amazed.

“That, that’s the 7th level……!”

“It was personally created by the ‘first servant’ who serves the great corpse.”

The warlock trembled and bowed his head.

I couldn't raise my head because of the indescribable awe.

Limanen smiled faintly and began to read the letters embedded in the scroll.

───Wheww!

The air currents were twisted and a strong wind pressure swept over the grassland.

An eerie aura filled the surroundings, and the grass in the meadow reflected in the sunset began to rustle loudly.

Then an uninvited guest arrived.

“You two over there!”

Two soldiers in royal armor.

It was the soldiers who were patrolling the area regularly. They shouted again from down the hill.

“The sun will set soon! It’s windy and it’s almost curfew, so you should hurry and go home!”

“If you need, I can give you a ride!”

The warlock tried to kill him, but Limanen's eyes said, "Don't worry about it, it's meaningless anyway."

When no answer came, the two soldiers tilted their heads.

“What, can’t you hear me?”

“I guess so. Oh my, by the way, why is it so windy all of a sudden? It’s kind of creepy.”

The soldier waved his arm as if he was getting goosebumps.

The soldiers were on a steep hill so it was hard to see their exact appearance. The soldier in front seemed to have no choice but to grab his spear and dismount from his horse.

“What, you want to go up?”

“That’s right. I feel uneasy thinking that if I leave them alone, they’ll end up killed by goblins or orcs.”

“Hmm… that’s true. Damn, it’s on a lower hill, why don’t you put it up so high that you can’t ride a horse?”

The soldier behind him also grumbled and went down to the ground.

After roughly driving stakes into the ground and tying the horses together, the two soldiers headed up the hill. The ground was so slippery that they had to use their hands to put on the ground before they could climb up.

“Phew.”

The soldier sighed and turned his head forward.

They were a strange bunch of people. One of them was suspicious and the other one was muttering something while holding a piece of paper.

No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like they're bandits.

'Is this person mentally ill?'

That might be the case.

Otherwise I wouldn't be loitering around on the hill at this hour.

The soldier said as he walked.

“Hey, it’s not too late, so take me to a nearby village…….”

“No, it’s too late.”

"……yes?"

Phew.

As the sun set, night came. The landscape filled with red sunset was enveloped in darkness, and the eerie atmosphere deepened even further.

“Huh, huh?”

“Why is your hand suddenly…….”

Even though I tried not to be conscious of it, my body was shaking.

horror.

Instinct senses death faster than reason realizes it.

Finally, Limanen, who had finished preparing, cast his magic.

7th tier black magic.

<March of the Dead>

Saaaaaaaah!

The entire deep green meadow was dyed black.

A landscape where the colors of the world seemed to have disappeared. Only then did one soldier sense something was wrong, stumble, and roll down the hill.

“Hey! It’s okay!”

“Ugh… Fortunately, it seems like no one was hurt.”

That was when.

Crunch.

A pure white bone emerged from the ground and grabbed the soldier's face.

"uh?"

Then he pulled it down to the ground.

The soldier who disappeared without a single scream did not return. Instead, a fountain of crimson blood gushed out.

“Hee, heek!”

The soldier who witnessed the scene sat down.

I turned my head to where the horse was in order to somehow escape. And then I froze in place. Because the undead that had emerged from the plains were carving the horses into pieces.

“It’s full of the aura of death.”

"uh?"

Limanen approached and pushed the soldier away.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

The skeletons caught the soldier who fell down the hill and tore him to pieces. The blood of the living soaked the land of death.

An army of thousands of undead, made up of both superior and inferior species.

Limanen and the Warlock shuddered at the overwhelming majesty. Limanen, who was enjoying the bliss, gave orders to the dead.

“Go. Dye the land of life with death.”

For the great corpse.

────AAAAAHHHHHH!

The cry of the dead.

Countless undead born in the south of the kingdom scattered in all directions.