Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 332

Episode 332 Invitation (3)

Heterogeneous species is a classification criterion that literally refers to heterogeneous beings.

Basically, they are perceived as monsters beyond common sense and understanding, but a small number of them are capable of intelligence and conversation or harmony with humans.

Like the spirit Blue that Fernet is carrying with him.

Among them, the undead is the most representative and comprehensive heteromorphic species.

A monster born from corpses, fraud, and emotions. A paradoxical life born from death.

They have a strong hatred for the living.

They are also used by the mysteries of death, the black magic, and the undead born from black magicians have strong loyalty to their creator.

It's colorful.

Like each of their own causes of death.

Thud… … Thud… … .

The dead are approaching.

An ominous aura flowing out from the lifeless body.

The subhumans and beasts that sensed him quickly fled, and the weak-living grass and trees could not endure it and began to rot away in place, their leaves and roots.

The winter forest was dyed black.

'About a few hundred, I guess.'

This is a serious scam.

They are not natural entities, as they surround the village.

If that were the case, the moment they felt alive, they would have rushed at me like crazy.

Knowing how to wait means having at least some kind of command structure.

“It doesn’t seem like they came here to launch a surprise attack like you said.”

There are a few other entities, but none of them are strong enough to threaten Archbishop Joseph and the Paladins.

And it feels like that.

The magic power of the black magician is hidden in the aura of the undead.

Archbishop Joseph nodded at Verden's insight that saw through the situation so clearly despite the distance.

“As expected, you’ve changed a lot since I last saw you. It’s only been half a year.”

“Isn’t the flow of time different for each person?”

“It seems like the time you’ve had has been very long and intense for you. I wonder what kind of experiences you’ve had. It’s like you’ve become a completely different person, beyond change…….”

Intuition dawned in Joseph's eyes.

The person next to him now could not be compared to the past.

He is not the ambitious young wizard who challenged the Transcendent Master of Dark Warton's Tower, who had been unable to live up to the status of a Transcendent Master.

I can't figure out the level.

This means that the magically built-up realm is almost as great as that of the Archbishop himself.

'No, maybe more than that.'

It was a growth beyond my understanding.

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation I had with the necromancer in the carriage.

───A new magical transcendent being will be born soon.

I remembered it vividly because it was the insight of a transcendent being… … but I never thought I would realize those words so quickly.

Could it be that I met him here through the guidance of light? Perhaps it was a situation that even the world could not have foreseen.

There is no way to know for sure unless you ask the goddess Luas herself.

One Joseph believes.

The light of the goddess leading the world points to the future of humanity.

It is the role of the archbishop, and indeed of all the parishioners, to pray for that light and to follow its radiance.

At this very moment too.

“Paladin, Shane.”

“Yes, Archbishop.”

“Open the village gate.”

They ask you to open the gate, even though the undead surround the village.

Still, no one asked back.

Shane held a sword engraved with the symbol of the Luas Church.

Zweihander, who had a sword that was taller than an adult and was hung diagonally on his back, drew a vertical line.

Phew.

A sword of light formed by divine power.

He broke the thick wooden plank that was blocking the main gate and passed through the gap in the door.

Meanwhile, the priests and knights took their places and formed a formation.

Adrian stood by Verden, and Leyla held her sword to protect Bishop Lena.

Creak.

The village gate slowly opens.

Blue flames erupted from the pupils of the many undead standing outside.

Footsteps could be heard between the dead who were splitting apart on both sides.

He was not a black magician belonging to the Glory of the Corpse, who commanded the undead.

The one who revealed himself was a child who appeared to be about ten years old.

[Ugh… … Ah… … .]

Of course, it wasn't alive.

Judging by the rotten state of his body, he appears to have become a zombie.

Sabak… … Sabak… … .

The zombie walks with small steps.

He crossed the village border with his characteristically slow movements.

After a while, I stood facing Berden and Joseph from a distance.

and.

<Body Explosion>

Phew.

A zombie burst out pointing at Joseph.

It was such a small explosion that there was no need to respond.

Black blood soaks the earth and rotten flesh is scattered.

What does this mean?

It's simple.

This was a provocation and a mockery towards the Luasians.

“……It seems like the black magician who came here wants me to come out of the village.”

“I’ll catch him right now.”

Paladin, Railbur leaned in.

A halo of light appeared from him as he wielded a huge shield and mace.

But he never went out of town.

“I will go and come back.”

Verden stepped forward.

All eyes around him were on him. Joseph was no exception.

“Asher, you’re coming forward… may I ask why?”

“There’s no reason to waste time.”

This means that you can catch a Warlock faster than a Paladin.

Just as Railver and Shane were about to say something, Joseph answered first.

“Okay, I’ll leave it to you.”

Verden nodded and summoned Orient.

It quickly flew into the sky, shot out, and disappeared into the forest beyond.

“While we wait for Asher, we should do something too.”

Joseph took the lead.

He stared at the pitiful dead looking at him and declared firmly.

“Purify death.”

[AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!]

A horde of undead start to rush forward, screaming.

Against him, the Luas Church, Adrian, and Leila took action.

* * *

Unless you borrow the power of a magic circle or special magical item.

Even the most skilled wizards cannot escape the senses of Verden's realm and the magical power detection enhanced by <Arcane>.

Knock knock.

Verden landed on the ground.

A forest polluted by death.

The undead are swarming everywhere.

The upper class hidden among them is showing their hatred.

[… … .]

Three liches who can handle magic.

It looks different from the ones I've seen before, so it seems to be a variant of Lich.

I ignored them and raised my head.

Someone was standing on a bare tree branch from which leaves had fallen.

“Huh? I thought a paladin or a knight would come, but it’s a wizard.”

A shabby-looking black magician.

Judging by the magical power felt, it is a level of 4th tier lieutenant.

“Is it the glory of the corpse?”

“Hoh, since you know that name, you must have some connection to the Luas Church. There’s no need to call another priest. I’ll get the order from the fourth servant and deliver it to your archbishop───”

The warlock rummaged through his bosom, as if he had no intention of fighting.

It was a relaxed attitude.

He brought with him dozens of undead and three mutant liches that wield fourth-tier magic.

And while the dead are wasting time, they have also prepared a means of escape.

I was confident that I would be able to survive even if the Paladin came.

But the warlock overlooked two things.

First is Verden's strength.

Second, there was no room for dialogue from the beginning.

I confirmed that he belongs to the Corpse's Glory.

Berden immediately activated his magic circuit and opened his magic gate, flashing his magic eyes.

Attractive force through gravitational properties.

Normally, it is impossible to directly attract specific living beings due to their magical resistance.

But if you're pulling on space itself, it's a different story.

“What is this… Huh?!”

The warlock felt something strange and reacted, but his response was meaningless.

By Verden's will, a warlock bound to space is dragged in.

<Ice Spear>

<Icicle>

<Winter Blast>

The mutant liches behind you cast ice magic, but there is no need to try to block it.

With that kind of power, it wouldn't even be able to scratch [Einver].

A black magician who gets close in an instant.

Berden swung Orient while staring at him.

Oh my god!

The shock pierced my abdomen.

The warlock, his eyes and mouth wide open as if about to burst, was slammed into the ground.

The power was adjusted because he intended to capture it alive, but it was still difficult for the frail body of a warlock to handle.

“Ugh… Ugh…!”

My breathing was distorted.

The breath that had been rumbling and rising inside burst out on its own.

Orient fell on top of it.

A blow to the face.

The moment he felt a dull pain, the warlock's consciousness completely flew away.

Of course he didn't die.

I'm breathing hard. A little weakly.

'With this, the black magician has been secured.'

The magically charged walls turned towards the surroundings.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhh!]

[Keeeeeek!]

As the warlock in command is attacked, the undead immediately swarm him.

The liches, seeing that their magic is not working, are calculating more powerful magic.

Overall, the numbers are quite good.

If it had been the past when I was dealing with the 3rd tier, the Knight of Lamentation, I might have had a hard time… … .

'Is it just a leftover now?'

Verden slammed the staff to the floor.

A stream of flames burst into the ground and spread out in all directions.

6th tier concentrated magic.

<Great Fire>

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!

A vast flame rose with a red light, engulfing the dead forest and the undead at once.

* * *

Divine power is the weakness of undead and demons.

The priests and paladins who deal with him are nothing short of dark natural enemies.

“Oh, Luas!”

<Purification>

The holy light descended upon the undead.

Skeletons and zombies that couldn't endure it were wiped out.

Those who successfully resisted were personally executed by the Paladin.

Crunch! Crunch!

It's a truly one-sided hunt.

There was no need for the archbishop to intervene personally.

Especially for the believers gathered here, the disadvantage of numbers did not apply.

At that moment, a lich from a distance aimed at the archbishop.

<Fireball>

A rushing 3rd tier fireball.

Immediately, Paladin Railver blocked the attack with his shield and hurled a hammer filled with concentrated divine power.

Kwaaaaang!

Richie's upper body was blown away as if it had exploded.

After retrieving the mace from a distance, he joined the Archbishop once again, along with the Paladin and Shane.

[───!]

[───!]

Next, undead riders appeared, jumping over the village fences from both sides.

Left and right.

The groups positioned in opposite directions raised their swords and charged at each other.

What they're after is the Archbishop and two Paladins.

But before I could even take a few steps, I was blocked.

Kwajajajajajajak!

The blood-red sword draws a dazzling trajectory.

The bones split apart the moment the red thread flowing from the tip of the sword touches them.

The group was annihilated by Layla who broke through the center.

“Wow! That’s amazing, Layla!”

Bishop Lena applauded from behind.

He looked at her for a moment, answered her, and then turned his gaze in the opposite direction.

‘… … As expected, you’re strong.’

Adrian, a man who hides his identity with a robe and covers his lower body with a metal mask.

Before he knew it, he had annihilated not only the undead riders, but also the dead people around them.

'Isn't it for nothing that I'm accompanying Asher?'

Judging from the fact that he calls him lord, he seems more like a subordinate than a colleague.

Or should we consider him as an honorary count, a sort of bodyguard knight?

‘What on earth is their relationship… … .’

Suddenly, I became curious about their story.

Then, Leila shook her head to shake off her thoughts and looked at the situation.

The undead, which once numbered in the hundreds, are now barely any left.

Naturally, there were no casualties, let alone any injuries, on the Luas side.

'Now, if only Asher would come───'

That was when.

We got closer as we felt a familiar presence in the sky.

Verden, who came down to the center of the town.

A strange warlock was tightly bound to the rock floating beside him.

“Thank you for your hard work, Asher. You really came back so quickly.”

Joseph looked at the warlock with a kind smile.

Broken noses and broken teeth.

In many ways, it was not lacking even though it was a total mess.

“You’ve almost made it half-baked.”

Verden shrugged.

In that case, wouldn't it be more appropriate to say that half of them were saved?

* * *

The interrogation of the warlock was personally undertaken by the paladin, Shane.

A scream is heard from inside the building.

Not long after that, silence came.

The door opened, revealing Shane along with an even more battered warlock.

“What were the results?”

“Yes, Archbishop. I didn’t get any details on them, but I found this in your bosom.”

It was one letter.

Joseph, who had received it, immediately unsealed the envelope and examined its contents.

───Archbishop Joseph, come to the city of Caillians, Sudmill.

It was a very brief sentence.

“It seems he was a messenger.”

“A messenger…….”

Joseph thought for a moment.

He went to see Verden and his group while he was chewing over the sentences in the letter.

Then he readily shared the contents of the letter.

Leila asked.

“It’s like an invitation… Are you planning to go to Third Mill as it says here?”

“It’s a strong clue, so I guess there’s nothing we can do.”

Joseph nodded, saying, “Of course.”

There was a high chance that it was a trap, but he didn't seem to care at all.

It seemed clear that he had some secret weapon that could make him confident.

'But I showed him the letter.'

Not only to Verden himself, but also to Adrian and Leila.

The intention is clear. As expected, the archbishop continued.

“In that sense, I would like to ask you a favor. Would you like to go to Third Mill with us?”

“……!”

“Archbishop, that is…….”

Two paladins expressed their concern, but Joseph raised his arm to stop them.

“Just as I received help from Riverrun, I need your help. Of course, I will pay you a proper reward later. What do you think?”

Leila and Adrian's gaze turned to Verden.

It meant that the decision-making power was his.

Verden stroked his chin.

Rather than the maintenance of the Luas Church, the influence of the request, the purpose of the glory of the archbishop and the corpse were calculated.

And asked.

“If we help the Archbishop, will the wanted notices for us be released sooner?”

The wanted notice for Kylians may have reached the Republic of Beldirn.

If that happens, space travel using Leila's adventurer authority will be difficult.

“Of course.”

“Then I will accept it.”

Verden accepted.

It was a decision riddled with various reasons.

Joseph smiled kindly.

“Thank you, Asher, Layla, and the unknown person. Then, I’ll ask you to take care of the third mill.”

Bishop Lena was, of course, accompanying him.

It was impossible to return to Riverrun like this, and the Archbishop's divine power was essential to lift the curse on his hands.

With this, the destination has been decided.

Before that.

“Execute the warlock who killed a child and turned him into an undead.”

Joseph was sentenced to death.

The paladin moved.

Hammers falling from above and sharp blades rushing in from below.

Kwak! Choaaaak!

The life of an evil warlock has fallen.