Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 341

Episode 341 Tyrant (3)

Gerbon nodded to the suggestion, which was almost like coercion, and cooperated actively and enthusiastically.

To be honest, it wasn't difficult.

It wasn't like they were openly asking for cooperation, it was just about secretly spreading rumors about the underworld king throughout Southern Pit.

Gerbon's men were spread out throughout the streets, talking nonstop.

Rumors without any solid evidence become true through chain reactions.

As a result, all the ordinary people fled from the center, and gathered in front of Verden and Adrian.

As planned.

'I wonder who knows about Jack's whereabouts.'

In the crowd gathered in the square, at the very front row are people with eyes gleaming with greed.

A bounty hunter from Southern Pete.

As if his body was trembling, he placed his hand on the handle of the weapon and wiggled his fingers irregularly.

'It can't be them.'

The reason was simple.

Because it seemed the lowest of the three forces Gerbon had mentioned.

In particular, it was not at all thought that the executioners of the Republic next door could win the competition, either by information or force.

'There are two left.'

Just by looking at them, the number of candidates has decreased by one, but it is still too early to confirm.

Also, there's no guarantee that the two from the Central Continent are cooperating with each other.

Now we have to find out who is the most powerful.

“Answer me. Are you Asher?”

The leader of the executioners asked back.

The center of gravity is slightly tilted forward, as if it is about to rush in at any moment.

Of course, it wasn't threatening at all.

“Do I really have to tell you?”

“…….”

At the short reply, the executioners grabbed their scabbards.

He extended his thumb and pushed the cross guard under the blade. Part of the blue blade was revealed, reflecting in the sunlight.

The tension is rising.

Bystanders who had no intention of going on a bounty hunt watched the situation with bated breath.

“───Hahahahaha! As expected! As expected! Just like I heard!”

At that moment, an old man with a gray beard walked forward, laughing heartily.

“How can you be so calm in the face of these people, and even in the face of executioners! You are so bold that you deserve the title of King of the Underworld! Isn’t that the case for everyone?”

A bounty hunter with a crossbow in his right hand.

His name is Moron.

He should have retired long ago, but he is still active on the front lines, unable to forget the thrill of hunting.

He is an attention-seeker who goes from bar to bar, talking loudly about his past, and is also a madman who will shoot anyone in the head or chest with an arrow if they get in his way.

As many eyes naturally turned towards him, Moron puffed out his chest and spread his arms.

“This time, I’ll ask. What is the one leading the Wintert doing here?”

“…….”

“Haha! You don’t even notice this. It’s embarrassing. After all, Roafra’s notoriety is well-known throughout the Eastern Continent, and you are said to be quite a great wizard… I guess I’m just insignificant. But I think you’re mistaken.”

Phew.

He spat on the floor.

“Loaf is like a deep ant hole where if you enter without permission, you will never come out alive. But Southern Feet is different.”

This is not an underground city.

There are no walls of the Gray Citadel, no Wintert, no organizations loyal to it.

There is only one soldier ant left to protect the king right now.

“No matter how much you are supported in the cave, once you come out of the cave you will be hunted.”

Moron is a small person.

Believe only what you can digest, and deny everything else.

Even the existence of a transcendent being is distrusted.

So I didn't believe most of the rumors I heard from Loafra.

'You took down Loafra alone? And by a wizard? What the hell.'

It completely goes against common sense.

Most people also had difficulty believing such facts.

Because, like Gerbon, it wasn't something you could just take for granted without seeing it for yourself.

Moron declared with a smirk.

“Asher, you are not king here.”

At the same time, he raised his arms.

When you pull the trigger, a steel bolt flies out with a loud noise.

The power of the self-modified crossbow is so great that it cannot even withstand plate armor.

A thin robe would be nothing more than a piece of cloth.

"……huh?"

But then an unexpected sight unfolded.

The bolt that should have pierced the opponent's knee a long time ago suddenly stopped in midair, and then the arrowhead quickly reversed direction.

and.

───Quazik!

It passed through Moron's thigh at a speed beyond recognition.

* * *

A crossbow arrow firmly embedded in a stone-finished floor.

With a thud, Moron collapsed.

“Uh, uh…….”

Blood flowing out in globs.

An indescribable burning sensation slowly approaches.

Moron glared and instinctively grabbed her thigh.

“Whoaaaaaaaah!!”

The screams that erupted belatedly echoed throughout the square.

The air is cold.

It may not just be because it is winter. The chilly atmosphere spreads like an infectious disease.

After a while, when the screaming had died down, Verden stood up.

And said.

“I am looking for a man named Jack.”

Then a murmur was heard from within the crowd.

“Jack? Who is Jack?”

“Well, I’ve never heard of it before…….”

Most people didn't know the inside story, but there were definitely some who did.

Three of them.

The two men pretended to be calm, but they could not fool Verden's insight.

And the remaining one showed a relatively violent reaction.

Left, right and center.

Verden, who turned his gaze towards the wall, lit up.

“So cooperate.”

There is no need to call out names.

They probably already know who they are talking to.

“You’re crazy.”

The leader of the executioners revealed a sharp and heavy momentum.

“If you don’t like it.”

“I will be cooperated with.”

The process is different, the result is the same.

The leader of the executioners, who had been laughing lightly at that answer, wiped his expression and raised his sword.

“Catch it.”

Ta-da-dak.

Two executioners rush in.

Man and woman.

Each of them held a sword in their right and left hands, strengthening their bodies.

“…….”

Adrian stepped forward.

I measured my opponent's level with my bare hands, not even holding a magic sword.

The red aura on the blade and the movement frame itself are identical.

It looks like they have undergone common training like the old and venerable knights. They hold their swords close to their bodies, aiming at vital points and joints from the center.

'Are they specialized in one-on-one combat?'

Because it is stereotyped, it is not colorful.

A center of gravity focused solely on the purpose of killing.

Shhh───!

The tip of the sword aims for the neck.

I twisted my waist to dodge, and a second blade flew towards my abdomen.

The exact center of the upper body.

It is a sophistication that even makes one hesitate to know how to avoid it.

If I were of the same level or lower than them, I would die right away.

Of course, this did not apply to Adrian.

The palm touches the surface of the sword.

With a light push, the trajectory of the sword strike twisted and cut through the air.

Her pupils dilated.

'With the sword… with bare hands?'

A moment of commotion.

That's why the reaction was late.

Oh my god!

The elbow struck the executioner in the face.

A shock so strong that it makes your eyes flash.

Adrian crossed his wrists with hers, took his sword away, and spun around half a turn.

The sword strike with the back of the sword in front drew a crescent shape and struck the wrist of the other executioner behind him.

“Ugh……?!”

Adrian snatched the sword that the executioner had dropped.

Just three crossings.

Adrian gained dual swords, and the two executioners retreated, wounded.

The gap in skill is obvious.

There was an outcry from those around him, but it was nothing to Adrian.

The executioner's answer was clearly heard.

The rest of the lone wolves and the flayers… … are still watching and not moving.

That was also an answer.

The conversation is broken off.

“I’ll take care of the left side, so you take the right side.”

Verden opened up a subspace.

Orb held the staff with the tip of his spear, Orient.

“Except for the second and third ones, take care of those who come forward. If they cross the line, you can kill them.”

The Republic's executioners and flayers are captured.

It also meant that he would leave the power of life and death to bounty hunters who interfere.

“Yes, my lord.”

The atmosphere is heightened.

In the tense silence, the first one to move was none other than Verden.

Activated magic circuit.

A computational process that proceeds without error.

<Thunderbolt>

A blue beam of light rushed through the diagonal line.

The target is Romer, a man nicknamed the Lone Wolf who came to the Central Continent.

“No, what the heck all of a sudden……!”

He hurriedly took out his shield.

Despite the obvious look of confusion, his reflexes are quite sharp.

Phage, phage, phage!

A flash of light spreading out into the surroundings.

The guy who withstood the magical impact fell down.

Right into the crowd.

Verden, who had cast <Flight>, was shot straight forward.

The leader of the executioners, Helgar, immediately shouted.

“Even if you kill them, don’t let them escape Southern Feet!”

The executioners move.

Even bounty hunters or mercenaries hired by the Republic.

Because the sum of billions of elk was worth risking one's life for.

'Maybe an arrow fired by luck can hit the opponent.'

It's confidence that comes from being in a group.

With the Republic of Beldirn on their backs, they had no fear.

For now.

“And the rest───”

Helgar, who had been speaking, raised his sword at an angle.

Kaaaaang!

I was pushed back by a heavy sword strike.

My palms are numb.

Helgar, who had been forcibly shaking off the shock, showed his fangs.

“You bastard…….”

“I’ll say it just once.”

A swordsman with dual swords stood in the center of the square.

“The Executioners, the Flayers, and all the rest. I have no intention of taking your lives until I have achieved my goal.”

but.

“If you go left here, you will definitely die.”

Adrian warned.

* * *

In one breath, he increased his physical abilities with <Physical Amplification>, and in the fourth breath, he strengthened the performance of his magic by using 6th-tier <Intention>.

There are no plans to destroy Southern Feet.

I had no intention of committing meaningless massacre.

So, although it excluded the use of high-level magic on a large scale, such restrictions did not even hinder it.

“Shoot, shoot!”

Arrows rain down from rooftops, inside houses, and in alleys.

It appears that the Republic's executioners have hired mercenaries on standby.

As expected.

<Telekinesis>

The arrows that had stopped returned to their original place.

At a very fast pace.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

“Kwaaaaak!”

There are no dead people.

All I had were wounds on my limbs, such as my arms and legs, that were so severe that I couldn't move them.

Next is close combat.

They came at me from all sides, but I couldn't last more than a dozen seconds before I was knocked out by the small storm that swept around me.

Before numbers, it was a question of skill.

'Is this where the illusion ends?'

The moment the sliver fell off, I felt a magical reaction.

At the same time, three executioners who had been hiding rushed at him from different directions.

'You've strengthened your body with the power of a weapon and increased your defense with magic.'

It's quite tactical.

Verden lightly tapped the ground with his oriental sword.

<Heavy pressure>

The magic that was spread everywhere was imbued with gravity.

The exposed executioners were unable to resist and were all thrown to the ground.

“……?!”

“Ahhh…… Ouch……!”

“Ugh…… Ugh……!”

The enormous pressure presses on the lungs and windpipe.

My breathing slowly stops.

No matter how highly trained one was, there was no way to maintain consciousness.

Finally, the strength in his hand gave out and the sword fell to the floor.

At that moment, an executioner fell from above.

Using your allies as a springboard, you wait for your opponent to show an opening.

'Got it.'

Occupied the square.

He erased the presence with a magic item and closed the distance to a distance that could not be dealt with with the wizard's abilities.

He had confidence in the sword he swung.

That was crucial.

Phew.

The sword attack missed the mark.

The unexpected situation completely broke my posture.

Verden, who had rotated his body while dodging, swung Orient.

"how……."

The executioner heard no answer.

Kwaaang─── Kwaaang───!

A shock wave from the staff struck his side.

The executioner, who had fallen far away, broke the wall of the building and disappeared from sight.

Some of the mercenaries nearby hesitated.

“Wife, the executioner can do it so easily…….”

We looked at each other.

If you're not careful with this, you might not even get your initial investment back.

Those who realized this lost their will to fight and immediately started running away.

The street became quiet.

But other pursuers will come soon enough.

“By the way.”

Verden spoke to the building in front of him.

“How long do you plan to hide?”

After a few seconds of silence, someone jumped out of the window, revealing his presence.

“Ha, you’re called the king of the underworld. For someone from the Eastern Continent, you’re actually quite worthy of your name. You even start using magic without warning.”

A man carrying a stylish sword and shield.

He has a face that looks similar to Verden's age, and wears dark silver armor overall.

“But it’s different from what I thought… um, your appearance is quite different. I thought you’d be extremely vicious, but your face looks similar to mine. Is it a bit too much?”

“You are Romer.”

“Oh, I didn’t know my name would spread all the way to the Eastern Continent. Yes, I am Romer. My nickname is Lone Wolf.”

Romer, rubbing the tip of his nose, raised his head slightly.

“And he’s the one who has the Jack you’re looking for. I caught him first so I could collect the bounty.”

Got Jack?

“Why are you telling me that?”

“That way it’s a little bit fair.”

Romer's eyes lit up.

“I heard that if I ‘kill’ you, I’ll become the king of the underworld? And the underground city of Loafra will be in my hands. I’m quite interested in that. But I don’t really like killing people.”

"so."

“So, it’s a bet, you know? If you win, I’ll tell you where Jack is. Seriously. If I win, I get to take your place and have a nickname. What do you think?”

It's an unexpected suggestion.

I thought it was a trick, but… … Romer’s attitude didn’t seem fake.

Moreover, seeing him try to confront me one-on-one in this situation made me think he was out of his mind.

It would be natural for a man to touch the daughters of two noble families who were at odds with each other at the same time.

'Apart from that, it's not bad.'

Since this was an opponent I was going to subdue anyway, I had no choice but to lose.

If we could somehow find out Jack's location, it would greatly shorten the time.

It suits my childish suggestion.

Verden was more purpose-focused.

“I do not accept the offer.”

“Haha! It’s more exciting than it looks? Alright, then let’s have a go. Which is stronger, the Central Continent or the Eastern Continent?”

Thud! Thud!

Romer struck the shield with his sword.

It's as if he's representing the continent.

'He's crazy.'

I stepped forward, remembering Romer like that.

Just handle it simply and be done with it.

Verden, who had made a decision, rushed to <Flight> and pulled Orient.

“It’s amazing how wizards can engage in close combat! But that doesn’t work on me!”

Romer is a master of shield magic.

Excluding the shield's capabilities, most impacts can be easily deflected with just finesse.

Only a few have ever crossed his shield.

Soon, Orient, with its magical power concentrated, fell from above.

Romer bent his knees and upper body.

He set up his shield obliquely and prepared for the next move.

And then the crash.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

A loud noise echoed through the middle of Southern Pete.

A massive shockwave spreads throughout the streets.

The road Romer was walking on split into several paths and some of it caved in.

"uh."

The body screams.

Romer's knees touched the floor.

… … What is this?