Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 305

Episode 305: The Kylelians (1)

“Haa…… This isn’t progressing as well as I expected.”

The disciple of the Bohemian Tower, Rayshen, slumped down helplessly.

“Master opened up a teleportation path for me, and I also have a location tracking wand that Master gave me, but what is this? Why on earth isn’t the distance getting shorter?”

He flicked the short cane in his hand.

A Baloch invention with a strange magic circle engraved on its body, which allows one to register the blood of a being with a compulsory magic circle engraved on it, thereby revealing its life and death and location.

When you activate the staff, the duration is exactly 1 hour.

It had a function that would light up and react when aimed at a target, but from the time it was launched until now, it has only pointed south.

“It kept moving south even during the cooldown period, so why isn’t it changing direction…? Is it broken? Or is it a design flaw from the beginning?”

“That won’t happen.”

Sarokan, the captain of Leishen's immediate escort.

He spoke frankly with a solemn face without a hint of smile.

“His magic circle is more perfect than anything else. There is no way it could have been damaged for some reason. For example, the blood number 89 that was registered completely disappeared.”

The disappearance of blood means the collateral has disappeared.

Naturally, a compulsory magic circle cannot be removed at will by anyone other than the person who created it, so the only way to escape is death.

Number 89, Adrian Chenvers.

It has been confirmed that the experimental subject, which was scheduled to be discarded, destroyed the hostile forces of the Bohemian Tower and self-destructed.

Rayshen answered with a tired expression.

“Ah, that’s true… but no matter what, this isn’t right. How much distance have we flown in the meantime…!”

As the opponent got closer, the direction should have changed even just a little bit.

But it's still the same.

If it weren't for the magic circle's problem, there was only one answer.

The distance between Rayshen's starting point and the target is incredibly far.

Sarokan shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“It’s not that strange, considering it’s the largest central continent among the continents. It’s just that Lord Rayshen was unlucky.”

“It’s just bad luck… Well, when you say it like that, I have nothing to say.”

He let out a deep sigh and moved his staff.

Immediately afterwards, I tried activating the function to remotely control the forced magic circle, but of course, there was not even the slightest movement.

The first thing was to get close to the target and a certain distance away.

I racked my brain, but there was no shortcut here.

That means, Rayshen had to cross the central continent from north to south.

'That's not true.'

Rayshen bowed his head deeply.

“……Should I just go back to the Magic Tower and ask them to open the spatial magic circle again?”

“Whether you go back to the Magic Tower on the Western Continent or fly over the Central Continent, the time it takes is not that different. And if you throw it away because it’s annoying, the Magic Tower Lord will be angry.”

“Ugh, I don’t like that.”

The wrath of the Tower of Valor is engraved with fear.

The Transcendent's wrath that lasted for several weeks after the power source's runaway left the interior of the tower nearly in ruins.

The oppressive feeling that I could not dare to confront and the violent magical power that seemed to tear my whole body apart were unforgettable.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have just done the research I couldn’t do at the rooftop.”

“I understand your devotion to the Magic Tower, Lord Rayshen, but this is a mission given to you by the Magic Tower Lord himself. You must value it above all else.”

“I was just complaining, so stop nagging me…….”

Ugh, Rayshen's mouth is watering.

I complained for nothing and lost my initial investment.

“You said the name of the person we’re chasing is Isabella, right?”

“My full name is Isabella Deiros.”

“Yes, Isabella Deiros. Not only did she resist the compulsory magic circle, but seeing as how she missed the executioner who was so meticulous right before her eyes… wouldn’t it be easy to capture her with just this staff?”

“The possibility of resistance cannot be ruled out. Of course, there will be no problems, but I expect it will not be very simple.”

“I wish it had been like this. It would be much better to have a little more fun than to just be bored.”

He stood up, his shoulders relaxed.

“An immortal experimental subject that cannot die… I look forward to seeing if it can endure my experiments, just as the Master said.”

Rayshen licked his lips.

There was joy in his deep green eyes.

* * *

The Duchy of Liviant, the Kingdom of Estiria, and the Republic of Veldirn.

Next, there is Kylians, one of the four countries occupying the central part of the Eastern Continent.

It is a city-confederation state formed by the union of seven different city-states in the past.

It is known that, rather than establishing a separate king, the mayor of each city serves as the central figure in running the country.

Overall, it is not a good country.

Compared to the Duchy of Libyan, its territory is rather small.

Moreover, political power is decentralized, with multiple people leading the country. The independent nature characteristic of city-states is maintained.

And although the positions among the mayors are equal, in reality it is not.

The power of the city is the power of the market.

The more developed your city is and the more powerful its power is, the more powerful your mayoral voice becomes within the Caylians.

Therefore, competition between cities is intensifying.

Also, when considering national agendas, the market must gather together and carefully consider them through meetings, and important decisions must be decided through voting.

A system that is rational for the majority but cannot handle things urgently. This was one of the influences received from the Republic of Beldirn.

In fact, as a country, it has many shortcomings.

But there was nothing I could do.

Because these forms were created for survival.

The Kylians were a confederation of autonomous states that ruled over a city and its surrounding territories, created to prevent them from being swallowed up or pushed out by the surrounding powerful nations.

“But I heard that they are having a headache because of the Ain race that has been increasing rapidly since a few months ago.”

A horseless carriage that crosses the forest, not the sky.

Inside, Adrian, who was reading the newspaper that Verden had given him, answered.

“The situation seems to be quite serious, with even talk of war between the Ainz and the Ainz. It is certainly abnormal for such a diverse group of Ainz to be gathered together.”

“Do you know much about the Ainz race?”

“Isn’t there any money in subjugating Ainzar? That’s why I would occasionally catch high-risk ones and hand them over to the guild. As I did that, I naturally became an expert, no less than an adventurer.”

“But you didn’t join the guild? The taxes must have been considerable.”

“At first, I lost almost half of my money, but since I kept bringing in more Ainzoid materials, they lowered the price to some extent.”

He recalled the past and told various stories about the Ain race. It was a good topic to pass the time as the journey was getting longer.

'It was a good decision to come down to earth.'

Adrian looked much more comfortable now than when he used the Skyway. It seemed like he hated heights.

Well, I guess you've never flown in the sky before.

There was a lack of consideration.

As we plan to build up our power in the future, we should avoid thinking and acting unilaterally as we have done so far.

Because it could easily lead to conflict and then collapse.

Verden had an epiphany.

“…….”

In the meantime, sounds were detected from all directions.

The raw, phlegmy howls of unrefined life and phlegmy cries were directed squarely at the carriage.

“It’s a race of Ainz. It looks like they’ve reached the border of the Kylians. Hold on tight, they might shake.”

Verden summoned Orient.

“I will push through to the end like this.”

“Understood, my lord.”

* * *

Near the border of Kylians.

Behind them, a battle was taking place.

“A large number of goblins and orcs are approaching from the front! Be careful, there are also superior species!”

A voice from the sky spread in all directions on the wind.

Adventurers fighting against the Ainz race in the forest struggled and gnashed their teeth.

“Oh my god, again?! How many horses is this, Mr. Fake!”

“But where are you not an ogre! Long-range party! Respond immediately!”

The conductor is a gold-rank adventurer, Peck.

The adventurers waiting at his direction opened fire simultaneously.

Kwak! Pfft!

The goblins and orcs that had been charging forward without mercy were defeated without mercy.

[Cr, ugh… …!]

The upper species that were lucky enough to survive were approached by Peck and the other adventurers and their heads were cut off. It was a coordinated and active movement.

The Ainz race, which could not even form a proper formation, did not dare to be their opponent.

“Haa, haa…… Is, is it over now……?”

“I don’t know yet, but it looks okay for now. I’ll stand guard, so take a rest for a while.”

The bronze and silver rank adventurers caught their breath.

The battle lasted longer than expected, but fortunately there were no casualties.

There are a few injured members of the expedition team, but they can be treated immediately with just the lowest level potions.

Peck looked around.

It's filled with the corpses of the race of people who used to look like money. To be honest, now it's so disgusting that it's boring.

“These races are swarming like cockroaches. If this continues, I’ll die for good.”

“That’s true. It’s nice to make money, but I think I’ll die from overwork. How many times have I encountered an Ain today……”

“Still, we’re better off. All we do is deal with the ones that barely escape the pack.”

The adventurer party led by Peck is literally taking care of the remnants.

Parties with high-ranking adventurers, such as platinum-rank adventurers or mithril-rank adventurers, focus on subduing more powerful subhumans.

I hear that casualties continue to occur there as well.

Even priests were dispatched… … I couldn’t even imagine how fierce the main battlefield would be.

“If things continue like this, wouldn’t it be better to just send in troops from Kylians and drive them out?

“Then it would be nice if we could rest, but it would be impossible. Money is one thing, but we haven’t found the reason for the rapid increase in the number of Ainz races. If the army is destroyed, there’s no turning back.”

“That’s why the guild issued an emergency summons. But we can’t just keep suppressing things like this. If we’re not careful, we might collapse.”

Peck did not deny the young adventurer's complaints.

Even if you rest, you are still accumulating physical and mental fatigue.

'But it is difficult to retreat.'

If that happened, the road would have been blocked and trade with the Dominion would have been cut off again.

The front against Ainz is wide.

Even if it's a job to deal with the remnants, or a relatively unimportant location, if it's breached, there could be a chain reaction of damage.

That had to be stopped.

So what should we do?

While I was thinking about it, an ominous feeling crossed my mind.

Thump───! Thump───! Thump───!

Vibration felt from the front.

It's a sound I've experienced before. Fake, who clicked his tongue nervously, shouted at once.

“There are many ogres in the east! Everyone rise up!”

The ogre's danger level is high.

If you get hit by the immense strength, your body might explode. It might be okay for Fake, but it would be difficult for other adventurers to handle.

“Retreat immediately and join the reinforcements! Esmo, buy us some time from the sky!”

“Okay───”

Kkieeeek!

Suddenly a piercing scream was heard from above.

A horde of harpies.

It was the terrible song of a race of reddish-feathered beasts.

“Ugh, eww!”

Esmo staggered after being exposed to sound waves.

A sensation of ringing in my eardrums and inside my head. I tried hard, but I couldn't find the leisure to calculate the magic.

Even maintaining flight was a hassle.

“Damn it, even Harpy……!”

It was a disaster.

If Esmo doesn't buy time, several adventurers who can't escape will die brutally at the hands of the ogres.

He raised his sword.

“I will buy time.”

“Huh? Mr. Peck, you’ll die if you do that!”

“Less than you guys! I’ll lure you, so go and bring me support! Don’t stay around and get chased by harpies!”

The hesitant adventurers hastily retreated.

Peck looked ahead, holding his breath.

Eventually, the tree collapsed and three ogres appeared. Two of them were familiar, but the third was not.

“Why is a crazy, twin-headed ogre here…….”

Two heads met eyes.

A chill runs down my spine.

This is an enemy that cannot be dealt with at the gold level. Even if you were hit by the arm that he swings, it would be at least a serious injury.

'These guys should have been defeated on the front lines… … Could it be that the advance party was completely annihilated?'

That thought occurred to me for a moment, but I quickly shook my head.

That's not to say that the ogre's appearance was clean.

Rather, it would be more accurate to say that the number of Ainz races has increased beyond expectations, and that the number of those who have strayed from the pack has increased.

“Whatever it is, it’s X.”

It's not a matter of buying time, it's a matter of survival.

Could I run away even a few dozen steps from here?

It was at that moment that Peck was swallowing his saliva and sweating profusely.

───Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang!

Suddenly the earth shook.

The vibration was incomparable to that of an ogre's footsteps.

Peck wasn't the only one bewildered by this strange state of affairs.

Even the ogre group felt something and turned their heads backwards.

While the men were distracted, Peck hid behind a tree and looked up at the sky.

The wizard Esmo, who was fighting against the harpy, was staring blankly somewhere. Peck followed him and turned his gaze.

"……uh?"

Something is running from over there.

A carriage? A carriage? A carriage in this place teeming with Ainz race?

As expected, the Ainzong ran towards the carriage with a scream as soon as they saw it. The harpy also let out a scream as it aimed for its prey.

At that moment, a light flashed.

It was a dazzling blue glow.

I closed my eyes to the sudden flash of light and when I opened them, there were corpses of Ainzoid beings strewn all over the ground.

[Woooooooooooo!]

The twin-headed ogre charged.

Two other ogres followed.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of flesh being torn apart struck my eardrums. The ogres, who had been directly hit by the huge, sharp stone shards, were torn to pieces and rolled around as I watched.

Finally, the carriage that had come within a stone's throw of us stopped.

It was a horseless carriage.

Above him was a young man with shining eyes.

He stared at the fake.

“Do you know which way to Kylians?”

Kyleens?

“Ah…… yes. If you go northwest from here, you’ll come across a big city.”

There's not much time left.

The man who muttered like that quietly expressed his thanks and drove away in his carriage.

It felt like a dream.

The forest in front where the Ainz race had been annihilated was quiet.

Esmo came down quietly.

“What did we…just see?”

Fake couldn't answer.