Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 330

Episode 330 Invitation (1)

A forgotten land covered in gray skies.

The land that lost its vitality and the ruins of the collapsed castle, unable to withstand the long years, are in ruins.

There was a man there.

The skin revealed beneath the robe is almost gray. It is a creepy color, as if vitality and evil are mixed here and there.

He appears healthy, has a moderate amount of flesh, but his hands are full of old wrinkles.

Among them, the old wooden staff held in the right hand, which had no ring finger, was black as ink, as if it had been cursed.

It's contradictory.

As if I were a being that was not allowed to live.

Anyone who saw the man's face would conclude that he was not alive.

But those thoughts and judgments have no meaning.

No matter what anyone says, he stands proudly on the ground like this.

However, under this world, we do not breathe the same breath.

“…….”

The man who had been staring at the sky above the collapsed ceiling lowered his head.

As I leisurely rolled up my sleeves in response to the tingling sensation, I saw that one of the seven ancient characters engraved on my forearm was transforming.

“Has Riverrun’s market been discovered?”

Black magic connected to the soul of the market.

An ancient curse that activates the moment the four existing curses are completely removed by others.

Knock knock knock.

The man scratched his skin with his fingernails.

He distorted the letters that were deformed by crushing the flesh. Through him, he felt the life that the market of Riverrun had and at the same time, he generated magic.

<Runaway Blood>

Black magic that bursts life into pieces.

Naturally, the market, unable to resist, died instantly. The distorted letters soon became distorted in the opposite direction, proving it.

But the letters have not disappeared yet.

This means that the ancient curse has not completely disappeared, and that it has left a mark on a specific target.

I immediately focused my mind.

I feel something in the darkness that passes by in an instant.

A familiar, unpleasant, and hateful aura… … A divine power is sensed from the marked object.

Female in terms of vitality.

If you survive being branded, you are at least a high-ranking bishop.

“That’s unexpected.”

It was discovered sooner than expected.

Especially if it is done by a bishop, not one of the archbishops.

What variables came into play along the way?

Anyway, we've gotten some clues from Kylians, so from now on, the Luas Church will be tracking them down.

And that too, not just with a high bishop or a paladin, but with one of the seven archbishops.

A part of the Church of Luas.

It is a force that can never be ignored.

'Of course there is no problem.'

Things are still going smoothly.

We had just completed the bare minimum of preparations. The intervention of the Luas Church was completely planned and desired.

'Still, it would be a shame to leave it like this in many ways.'

I know where the archbishop is.

And he knows where the branded senior bishop will contact him. Everything is as clear as the palm of his hand.

So I'd like to invite you specially.

It would be perfect to drag the Archbishop onto the stage of death and check the variables surrounding him.

The man twisted the corner of his mouth.

He spoke in a sublime, contented voice.

“For the glory of the great corpse.”

* * *

The glory of the corpse.

The negative influence that this group, which had black magicians like Viola of the White Bone and dealt with special undead called the Grim Reapers, had on the Kingdom of Estyria was enormous.

Destroyed the parish of the Church of Luas and killed two bishops.

Not only that, but he literally turned the southern part of the kingdom into a wasteland using his undead army. There were at least thousands of casualties, and if you include the refugees, the number could reach tens of thousands.

Also, until the granary was tainted by the undead's fraud.

Purification through divine power is secondary, and food shortages are inevitable.

If we dare to count the victims related to such problems, it would be in the hundreds of thousands… no, at least in the millions.

'But the glory of the corpse appeared in Kylians.'

What could be the reason?

It can't be a simple terrorist attack.

When I heard the name 'Glory of the Corpse' or the phrase 'For the glory of the great corpse', I felt that they had some purpose.

Great Corpse… … That seems to be some kind of keyword, but right now there is no way to even interpret a glimpse of its identity.

There is so little information that it leaves no room for imagination.

'But it is clear that the situation is serious.'

Riverrun's market was hit.

This means that it is highly likely that the mayors of the other six cities that make up Kylians have also been affected.

It would be better to just assume it is certain.

'And the curse placed on Bishop Lena is also unknown.'

Hands completely dyed black.

It doesn't seem to cause direct harm to you, perhaps because of the divine power, but there may be other hidden effects.

For example, you may be tracked in real time by the person who placed the curse.

'No matter what, the only answer is the Archbishop.'

There is no other way to remove the curse that even the highest bishops could not do.

Even if the point of contact with the glory of the corpse is discovered, there is nothing that can be done. It is something that must be taken into consideration.

Verden, having made his decision, called his party together.

“I will now abandon ship and contact the Archbishop.”

“Your, Your Highness and……!”

Bishop Lena shivered slightly.

She had never seen the archbishop before, except at the graduation ceremony for her episcopal course.

Seven archbishops.

Their status as representatives of the Luasian faith was not something that a young bishop could dare to surpass.

Leila said.

“It’s true that moving along the river is disadvantageous because it limits your range of action. It’s also too easy to be tracked. In the end, it’s natural to abandon ship.”

but.

“It’s quite a distance to the village to the northeast, which is the meeting place. It would be difficult to move with Bishop Lena on a forced march in many ways… So, how about moving as far as possible along the river and then finding a carriage nearby?”

Not a bad idea.

If you think about it logically, it was a valid opinion.

If it weren't for Verden, who possessed [Reindia], the national treasure of the Estirian royal family.

“The carriage is already here.”

Kuung.

A carriage that appeared from subspace was placed on the deck.

Verden's private carriage, with no words that should have been there. When <Telekinesis> was unleashed, the carriage door opened wide.

“I’ll pilot it myself, so just get in.”

Leila blinked.

Meanwhile, Adrian and Bishop Lena made their move.

“Excuse me, my lord.”

“Wow, a carriage that the wizard himself moves with magic. I’ve never been able to ride in such a luxurious carriage before! Can I sit anywhere?”

Two people got into the carriage.

Immediately after, Verden, who had used <Flight>, climbed into the coachman's seat. Something flashed through Leila's mind at that peculiar sight.

A rumor that is almost like a ghost story that has been circulating recently in the border of Kylians.

“A carriage that runs silently, annihilating the Ainz race with magic… Was that you?”

“……?”

“Oh, if you don’t know, then don’t worry about it. It’s nothing much, so don’t worry about it. Anyway, it’s good that you already have a means of transportation. I’m sorry to have to rely entirely on your magic, but… please.”

Finally, Layla entered the carriage.

Verden, after confirming that everyone was seated, activated the magic circuit.

The carriage floating in the air left the ship, crossed the river, and landed on the ground. The speed accelerated as all four wheels moved simultaneously.

The tracks left by the weight of the carriage formed a straight line.

The destination is a village in the northeast.

It is currently one of the dangerous areas where Ainzoid races are swarming.

* * *

A group of mercenaries gallops down the river.

The winter chill that wets the skin.

The breath of people and horses turned white and dispersed like fog, disappearing. Their eyes were focused only on the Hein River.

At that moment, one of the mercenaries in the lead pointed ahead.

“Hey! There’s a stolen ship over there!”

Everyone's eyes lit up.

They were a hastily formed group of mercenaries who chased down wanted criminals, and were closer to professional trackers than hunting down wanted criminals themselves.

Providing information also costs a lot of money.

“Should I report this to Riverrun? It might be dangerous if we get any closer.”

There are three people wanted in total.

The person wearing the metal mask was unknown, but the identities of the other two were revealed.

One is a nobleman of the Kingdom of Estyria.

The remaining one is the Bloody Sword, Layla, a mithril-grade adventurer.

I don't know why they killed the mayor and the guardian and kidnapped the bishop, but it's not up to the mercenaries to find out.

Catching them is the same.

The former is one thing, but the latter is something I can't handle.

So, you just provide location information and get paid.

For mercenaries thirsty for money, that's just the story.

“I would like to, but it’s strangely quiet. The sails aren’t even properly spread, and I can’t see anyone. It looks like the ship has been abandoned… I think we should search for it.”

What the Kyleans want is the location of the wanted person.

It wasn't about the whereabouts of the ship they stole. It was clear that if I went back like this, I wouldn't get a single penny.

The mercenaries who had no choice but to move forward carefully boarded the ship.

As expected, it was empty.

“There really is nothing.”

“But since he was carrying the bishop around, he must have left some traces. If you search the area thoroughly, you’ll probably find at least one footprint.”

It's not a disaster.

If it's really a pursuit, it requires some tightrope walking.

If you finish too quickly, you might get paid less for the easy work, and if you finish too late, you might lose the work to other people.

It is always important to guard your rice bowl.

"……huh?"

It was at that time.

I saw a group of strangers approaching from a distance.

'Are you partners?'

I counted and there were three.

It's a small number compared to them.

The mercenaries who had disembarked from the ship greeted the intruders while on horseback, each with a hand on his weapon.

“I don’t know who you are, but we’re in charge here. So if you don’t want to see blood, just quietly get out.”

The blade of the sword, briefly visible, shines coolly.

Of the three men who faced him, the man with the unusual bracelets on both wrists smiled and waved his hands.

“Haha, I think you’ve misunderstood something. We’re not here to bother you. Rather, we’re here to help you.”

“You’re helping…? Who are you?”

“This is the kind of person he is.”

The man took the certificate out of his bosom.

Proof that he came from 'Third Mill', one of the cities of the Caylians. It was a certificate signed by none other than the mayor himself.

One of the mercenaries who saw him furrowed his eyebrows.

“The news of Riverrun has already reached Third Mill? No, it’s not impossible since there’s a nationwide wanted notice… but even if you move quickly, it’d be impossible to get from there to here in this short amount of time.”

“The mayor is watching this situation very closely… That’s all I can say for now.”

The truth is unknown.

It wasn't a big deal though, because the certificate was real.

“So. How do you plan on helping us? Maybe by giving us more money?”

“I will help you find the wanted individuals yourself.”

"how?"

Immediately afterwards, the man's bracelet activated.

"like this."

An eerie wave swept through the surroundings.

Just as they were about to urgently draw their weapons, rotten and rotten roots suddenly sprang up from under their feet and entangled the mercenaries and their horses.

“Eww!”

“Fuck, what, what is this……!!”

“It’s a special root that absorbs life and infuses evil spirits. It won’t cause any harm to those with high resistance… but it seems like that’s not the case for you.”

Swaaaaaaah.

The bones of the mercenaries who could not leave their roots were exposed.

“Ugh…… Uh…… Ugh……!”

The blood is completely drained.

Soon, the skin tissues that had lost their vitality fell off one by one, releasing a foul stench in all directions. Even the wild horses soon became quiet.

Skeletons and skeletons created in this way───a large number of undead riders.

“Hmm, it’s a shame that the Horseman of Death wasn’t born… but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve managed to fill in the numbers with this.”

The man raised his arm.

He gave the order, pointing exactly to the northeast.

“Go over there and join the other undead. And follow their instructions.”

[───!]

The undead riders galloped straight ahead.

The aura of death flowing from them pollutes the land. The man turned his horse's head as he looked at the blackened, dead weeds shaped like horseshoes.

“The invitation has been properly sent, so let’s go now. I don’t want to bother the ‘fourth servant.’ So let’s hurry and cross the border.”

The three people, including the man, went back the way they came.

“For the glory of the great corpse.”

* * *

A carriage moved silently through the forest.

Along the way, several Ainzoid races bared their teeth, but they were unable to approach and were destroyed.

Verden's magic was not something a mere monster could handle.

And finally.

“……We’ve arrived.”

A small village in the northeast surrounded by a thick fence.

After storing the carriage in the subspace, the four approached the entrance to the village.

Then, as soon as the door opened, a being covered in white metal appeared.

Bishop Lena opened her eyes wide.

“Real Pa, Paladin……!”

Paladin, a knight directly under the Archbishop.

He looked at Verden, Bishop Lena, Adrian, and Leila in turn.

“Follow me.”

The Paladin turned his back and headed into the village.

As the Verden party followed him, the village scenery came into view. There were many people living there, but… … there were no ordinary people.

'They all contain divine power.'

Are you occupying a village emptied by the influx of Ain?

This was nothing less than a forward base for the Luas Church, comprised of knights and priests.

Suddenly.

I followed the Paladin into the wooden building.

There is a shabby desk in the center, surrounded by several chairs.

The Paladin nodded.

“Sit down. The Archbishop will be here soon.”

It was a commanding tone, almost like giving an order.

It would be natural for a Paladin to be the chosen knight and bodyguard of the Archbishop. There was nothing particularly strange about it.

but.

“Your tone of voice has been irritating me since earlier.”

Adrian Chanvers.

He is the sword of Verden.

“Didn’t you learn manners in school, Paladin?”

Any rudeness that the lord does not tolerate will be punished.

Whoever it is.