Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 165

Episode 165: Viola of the White Bone (3)

“If you’re talking about an intruder, it’s probably only the parishioners. Not a bishop, not even a paladin, but a young blue kid. Did the hypocrites go to the opposite side? What kind of power did they share?”

A woman frowning as if she doesn't like it.

She was wearing not a simple cloak, but a modified black robe that was tailored to her body.

And on top of her pure white skin, she was wearing what appeared to be accessory-type magical items, such as necklaces and rings, but she was not holding a staff or cane.

Judging from his appearance, he is around the same age as Verden.

The eyes full of the unique leisure and arrogance felt from a woman were telling me who she was, even if she didn't have a compass.

“You are the black magician who attacked the parish.”

“Oh my, I don’t remember revealing my true self at the church, but you noticed right away. You must be quite perceptive, huh?”

The woman, Viola, spread her arms wide.

“Yes, I did. If I wasn’t ‘Viola of the White Bone’, there’s no way I could assassinate bishops and disrupt information in a parish. And let me tell you this, I’m also quite quick-witted.”

Viola narrowed her eyes.

“You’re Asher, right? The wizard who joined hands with the noble lady and helped ruin the union I worked so hard to create.”

The black magician who destroyed the parish is the one who created the guild.

'I understand.'

If you can secretly put on someone else's skin, then gathering people together will be a breeze. And if you can fool the senses of no one else but the bishop, then even more so.

Viola asked Verden.

“But why are you here? It’s too early to say that you were requested by the parish… Well, anyway, how did you get here? I never heard that there were any tracking-related items in the parish. And how did you break the ancient magic circle at the entrance?”

The more I think about it, the more questions arise.

Viola looked quite curious, as she didn't understand any of it.

“…….”

Naturally, Verden had no intention of answering.

Since we've confirmed that the opponent is a magician, there's no need to talk.

Even if you try to get information, there's no way they'll tell you anything easily.

Hwaaaaak!

Verden activated the magic circuit.

Viola, who immediately sensed the magic, laughed in disbelief.

“I understand you won’t answer my questions, but do you really think you’re going to have a magic battle with me? Even though you know I’m a magician?”

Viola knew about the rumors about Verden.

A 4th-tier lightning magician. Not only that, but he is also said to be skilled in other elemental magics.

'So what do you want me to do?'

No matter how high-level magic you learn, the difference in rank is clear.

If it were a surprise attack, then it would be different, but if you fight a magic war all the way out like this, the higher-ranking magician would naturally have a higher chance of winning.

Furthermore, Viola is a black magician who has developed her own magic and can use unique magic that does not exist in the hierarchy.

By worldly standards, Verden's chances of winning are considered to be nil.

But Verden is no ordinary wizard.

Also a 4th tier wizard.

“I don’t know what kind of confidence it is, but someone like you… huh?”

A typified magical power rose from Verden's entire body.

Viola's eyes widened at the amount of magical power that was greater than she had expected. In that split second, Verden's magical power was concentrated in one place and the magical calculations were also completed.

A red flame formed at the tip of the oculus.

<Prominence>

The burst of red flames engulfed Viola.

* * *

The left passageway that the punitive force headed to, excluding Verden.

In the small hall below, a battle between the living and the dead was unfolding.

Kwaang! Kagagagagak!

The sound of metal hitting each other echoed, and an explosion was heard where the magic had landed.

“Ugh?!”

The White Knight Hedin was hit directly by a blinding ice sphere and fell to the ground.

Even if it was an armor with elemental resistance, it could only block the cold air and could not ignore the impact itself.

[Ahhhhh!]

Above him, as he fell, a soldier named Threlleton extended his sword.

Hedin managed to twist his body away before the blade pierced the fragile skin between the helmet and the armor.

Kwajik!

The undead's sword was stuck in the ground with a flick.

In the gap, Hedin tightly hugged the blade of the bastard under his metal-covered arm. Then, he raised his upper body by bouncing his waist, and struck the undead with his head.

While the skeleton soldier hesitated, Hedin stood up.

He grabbed his sword, parried the undead's sword strike flying in front of him, and struck the undead's head with his remaining hand.

The heavy blow partially damaged the bastard's helmet, but did little to shatter his skull.

Then a sword of light appeared behind the undead.

It was a single blow from the paladin. Kwaang! The damaged helmet shattered and the skull was pierced in an instant. The paladin, who had just cut the undead in half with his weight, faced Hedin.

They both nodded at the same time and each charged towards a different undead.

The mid-level undead group is strong.

Not only were the numbers good, but they also had a formation that was unusual for a heteromorphic species.

Still, if you have enough time and don't get distracted by the melee, you should be able to defeat the undead without anyone dying.

Everyone was convinced of that.

And the center of the battlefield.

Inside, the fiercest battle was taking place.

Phew───Kaang!

Kalia was thrown out by the giant Zweihander.

Even though she blocked it with her sword, she could barely dissipate the impact. That meant the difference in strength was that great. Kalia rolled on the ground and drove her sword into the ground to apply the brakes.

Meanwhile, Gloss and Vespa were fighting the Death Knight.

“Haaaaaap!”

The two swordsmen clashed fiercely.

They slashed at the Death Knight's sword, twisting its course or carving a dent in its armor. The Death Knight's <Aura of Terror> struck them, but they had the Miracle of Light.

There was no mental breakdown, but the Death Knight was powerful.

“Ugh!”

Vespa was knocked out by the arm of the death knight.

Immediately afterwards, a Zweihander fell from above and landed on Gloss' head. He was barely able to block it with his sword, but it was difficult to endure.

“Euuuuuuuuuuuuu……!”

Kagagagagak.

The blades clashed and they screamed at each other.

Eventually, Gloss's knees, pushed back by the force, touched the ground, and the sharp blade gradually came closer to his face.

“Where do you dare go!”

Kalia ran over and kicked the black mask away.

Then, Vespa, who had approached without anyone noticing, jumped up and struck the back of the death knight's head.

A gap like that.

Kalia and Gloss moved at the same time and slashed the Death Knight with all their might. Shoulder and leg. Large gashes were made on the bastard's armor.

But it was still not enough to inflict fatal damage on the mighty Underde.

Kalia and Gloss took a breath.

“It’s not easy after all.”

“That’s right.”

If you get hit directly even once here, you will be seriously injured or die instantly.

In contrast, the Death Knight's vital points are thoroughly protected by thick armor. The gaps are so small that it is difficult to aim for them unconditionally.

So the answer was to apply the shock firmly and break the armor.

'Still, the situation itself isn't that bad.'

The White Knights and the Holy Knights work well together, and the Holy Warriors are taking care of a part of the undead group. In addition, whenever someone gets injured, Bishop Ronander comes forward and performs miracles of healing.

Their numbers were steadily decreasing.

And the biggest variable, the Death Knight, is being held by Kalia, Vespa, and Gloss. If things continued this way, the odds of victory were certain.

At that moment.

───Whaaaaaaaaaah!

An ominous wave shook the consciousness again.

But it's strange.

'The cycle has become shorter than before.'

Moreover, the energy felt became more intense.

Something is happening down there.

Ritual Hall. Yes, when I thought about the name of this place, it was clear that some evil ritual was performed using the Commander's Orb.

Something about it made Callie instinctively feel a sense of crisis.

'The undead were just buying time until the ritual here was over… …!'

It was as if there was a time limit on the current situation.

'I wish Asher would go down first… … but that would be impossible.'

The other passage will most likely also be occupied by undead groups or more.

It's not a good idea to depend on him.

'We have to go down to the country and block their plans somehow.'

But the Death Knight was blocking the road like an iron wall.

If I go and subdue these damn undead, it'll definitely be too late. But I can't just leave them behind and go.

If you face a Death Knight, the casualties could be unmanageable.

That was when.

The Holy Warrior struck down the Death Knight as he attempted to swing his sword again.

Bishop Ronander shouted from behind.

“Calia Youngae! Captain Gloss! Leave this to us and you two, go down quickly! No matter what they’re trying to do, we must stop them beforehand!”

“But if that happens……”

Then the bishop shouted as if he knew.

“No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone die! And if it weren’t for you two, I wouldn’t be able to trust you with peace of mind!”

The ceremony hall will not be empty.

There must be other undead guarding it. In such a case, it was clear that it would be appropriate for Kalia and Gloss to step forward themselves.

Because in terms of individual strength, these two are the strongest here.

I'd like to send more personnel if possible, but it's already overcrowded here because of the Death Knights.

Besides, if you aren't a team leader, there's a high chance that you'll be held back along the way.

Kwajik!

Vespa and the Paladin Gelcia, who had each destroyed the undead, spoke.

“We will take care of the Death Knights.”

“So don’t worry and have a nice trip.”

In the end, the two had no choice but to nod their heads at their determination.

Bishop Ronander released divine power.

The stone and the yellow light that begins to flow from his eyes.

The bishop raised the staff high.

“Luas, give them divine light!”

Flash!

A great light burst forth from the bishop.

A warm light that didn't even dazzle people. The undead that touched it hesitated in pain. The same was true for the death knight.

There was a time when the undead were thrown into confusion for a moment.

“Go!”

At that signal, Kalia and Gloss ran out.

[Ahhhhhhhhhh!]

“Where!”

The Death Knight swung his sword to interfere, but was blocked by the Holy Warrior, Gelcia, and Vespa before it could reach them. The gathering of other undead was thoroughly prevented by the Knights and Paladins.

In this way, Kalia and Gloss passed through the passage safely and disappeared deep into the ritual hall.

* * *

Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang!

Powerful magics came and went, shaking the ruins.

The statue, of which only the legs remained, was engulfed in the explosion and disappeared without a trace, and the rusted iron bars were frozen and shattered into pieces.

Above the empty space of the ruins, two wizards flew at high speed and aimed at each other.

The lightning spear and the negative ray collided.

A tangled explosion engulfed the air. Berden twisted his magic while his vision was obscured.

<Vortex>

Viola was swept up in a gravitational vortex.

She tumbled down, manipulated her magic, and quickly landed expertly on the ground.

The gazes of Verden, floating in the sky, and Viola, who had landed on the ground, crossed.

“This is… amazing.”

Viola made a dumbfounded expression, but with a different meaning than before.

“I heard you were a 4th tier wizard, but you’re actually a 5th tier wizard. And you can even use gravity magic, as well as elemental magic, at a 5th tier level.”

She placed her hands on her waist.

“Judging by his body odor and bone structure, he’s clearly not over thirty years old… but he obviously couldn’t have taught himself. Talent aside, who on earth is his teacher? Are you some kind of magician?”

Viola couldn't hide her genuine surprise.

It was a strength I had never imagined possible. I never thought I would be engaging in a magical battle on equal terms with a wizard who had not even lived a quarter of my life.

“…….”

Verden ignored Viola's question.

Instead, he internally estimated Viola's power, which he had just confirmed through the magic battle.

'Possesses 5th-tier black magic and ice magic. And considerable combat experience.'

This is the second time I've encountered a magician since leaving the Magic Tower.

The principality's chief court wizard, Ferd, was a magician. This means that in newly established nations or small countries, magicians are treated on par with the highest-ranking nobles and can reign.

I think it was called the bone viola.

She was arguably the most powerful of the wizards Verden had ever faced since his rebellion.

But the real magic battle hasn't started yet.

Just as Verden didn't reveal all of his power.

Viola also didn't reveal her magic.

“When do you plan on showing me your magic?”

“Well? What if I think about it?”

If you think so.

Verden flashed his magic.

Lightning struck Oculus.

As flames filled the implemented lightning spear, fierce heat spread out in all directions. Verden, who had completed the 5th-tier synthetic magic in less than 10 seconds, whispered coldly.

“If you want to live, you’d better give it your all.”

Viola blinked and then started laughing. In a very creepy way.

“Ahahahahaha! You’re threatening me… I don’t know how many decades it’s been since I’ve heard that?”

As Viola spoke, her gaze swept over Verden.

A combination magic of fire and lightning.

And that abnormal calculation speed is definitely a dangerous talent for a wizard, especially in a magic war.

“How cheeky.”

Stop.

An eerie magic arose from Viola, who had stopped laughing.

“Okay. Since you’re asking so much, I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to show you my magic before I kill you.”

Knock knock. Knock knock knock.

Viola's skeleton was greatly distorted.

Within moments, five massive, sharp pillars of bone rose from beneath her feet, while a veil of death and murderous aura engulfed the ruins.

Madou <White Death>.

“Tell me. How should I kill you?”

Viola twisted the corners of her mouth as she looked at Verden.