Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 344

Episode 344 Gathering (2)

[Craaaaaaaaa!]

Ferocious eyes with red veins standing out.

Tough claws that can even tear through metal leave their mark.

The sounds of ferocious beasts hunting their prey echoed everywhere.

Gnoll, a canine subspecies that walks on four or two legs.

Among them, those that have evolved into higher species have horns growing on their heads.

If there is one horn, it is a single horn.

If it has two horns, it is a double horn.

If it has three horns, it's a triple horn.

These are basically the superior entities that rule over the lower ones.

The overall risk of subjugation for each group is Silver, Gold, and Platinum. The more horns a group has, the larger they are, the more intelligent they are, and the stronger and more durable they are.

And when the number of horns is greater than this, the risk is measured individually rather than as a group.

If it has four horns, it is a quadra horn.

If it has five horns, it's a quinter horn.

Their teeth are powerful enough to crush refined steel, and their brute force can playfully tear people apart.

A sense of smell that never misses the scent of prey. The speed with which it chases him, bursting out of its power, is different from that of lower-level entities.

Moreover, it is covered in tough leather that is difficult to damage with even the most severe swords.

It is literally a predator.

Even a seasoned platinum-rank adventurer would become prey if they encountered them in the uninhabited forest.

Those monsters were currently chasing Leila.

There's a lot of life behind the scenes.

She frowned as she heightened her senses to grasp the numbers.

'There are more numbers than expected.'

I have heard that the glory of the corpse is leading the Ain race.

And from the successor of Dark Warton, he even subdued three Quinterhorns.

But they still remain.

There are four Quadra Horns and one Quinter Horn. If you include the previous ones, there are a total of eight Nols that have evolved into higher species.

If you include other miscellaneous sub-races, the number easily exceeds three digits.

'It seems similar to the sudden increase in the number of Ain races seen in Kylians… … .'

It can't be a coincidence.

Maybe he used that [Pillar of Life] thing again.

Anyway, leaving the cause aside, let's focus on the goal for now.

'now.'

There are no more objects following you.

Also known as herding.

A bloody aura surrounds the sword.

She jumped low, brought her legs together, kicked off the thick tree roots sticking out of the ground with both feet, and dashed in the opposite direction.

As the wind blew due to the rotation, a red thread fluttered from the tip of the sword.

Blood wind.

Unable to evade due to relative speed.

A trajectory of sword energy that cannot be read visually.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

A bloody storm tore through and slaughtered all four of the nearby Quadra Horns.

Pieces of blood and flesh pour down like a shower.

As Leila stopped in the middle of the forest turning red, Quinter Horn charged from behind with a roar.

[Craaaaaaaaaaaa!]

The bastard was also exposed to the storm, but he suffered no fatal injuries, only a few torn patches on his skin.

It's not surprising.

Because I was already aware of that defensive power.

Kagagak!

Fingernails the size of a human torso scratch the armor.

A faint spark flies.

She swung her sword to blur the vision, sending a blow with a clear sense of purpose, then stretched out her arm like a lightning bolt to find an opening.

Extreme heat.

A red blade with a straight line passed before Quinter Horn's eyes.

[… … ?!]

It took away my vision in one blow.

The one who screamed in pain ran wild and destroyed the forest.

Layla moved quickly in response and poured out her sword energy, looking for any openings.

The Adventurer's Guild's greatest strength is its amount of information.

They are a global group that has accumulated a wealth of information on the habits, weaknesses, and other aspects of beings that have threatened humanity over hundreds of years.

From prey to predator.

Adventurers are those who hunt monsters.

[Kaaa… …!]

A fierce battle lasting tens of seconds.

At the end, Quinter Horn collapsed with his entire body's muscles and nerves torn apart.

"ha……."

Blood is all over the red and black armor.

When I continuously displayed my skills and swordsmanship, the recoil was a bit more severe than usual.

Leila took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

'Where on earth is the base?'

Even after searching the entire area, I couldn't find any trace of a human, let alone a warlock.

The black magic-detecting cross given by Archbishop Joseph did react, but… …it did not lead to the corpse’s glorious hiding place.

[Cackle… … Kaak… … .]

That was because it was referring to the currently subdued Quinter Horn, with the black magic circle engraved on its forehead.

My thoughts become deeper.

Even if we expand the search radius like this, it doesn't seem like it will be successful.

‘… …I have no choice but to leave it to Asher.’

Asher asked before leaving.

I want you to secure a living subhuman with a black magic circle engraved on it.

The reason is unknown,

But it's clear that there must be some crazy way.

That's why Quinter Horn was not killed right away, but left alive.

'There is no choice.'

There isn't much free time.

If we're late, it'll hold everyone back.

Moreover, it is possible that we may discover a race of humans with black magic engraved on them again, anytime and anywhere.

When it's time to step back, you have to step back.

Layla, who had made a decision, flashed a four-stranded bracelet.

[Floating Binding], a magic item granted only to high-ranking adventurers of Mithril rank or higher.

This is a special item for easily transporting monsters that are difficult to obtain materials from on the spot or that need to be captured.

Three silvery strands separated from the bracelet and grew larger, entangling the Quinter Horn.

According to Leila's will, the bound one rose into the air.

Gulp.

A lot of blood is pouring out of the wound, but don't worry about it.

With the natural healing power of the Quinter Horn, there is absolutely no chance of death. Rather, it is necessary to treat the body again before it fully recovers.

'Now we just need to return to the Luas Church's garrison base… … .'

[Kaaaaaaah!]

[Gigegegege!]

A crying sound is heard in the darkness.

From all directions, without even specifying the direction. It seems like they smelled blood.

Leila wiped the blood off her sword and held the hilt again.

“……I have to hurry.”

If we get surrounded, it will be too late.

Leila, who had secured the Quinter Horn, hurriedly boarded the ship.

* * *

From what I heard of the conversation outside the door, I'm sure the ill-tempered man was one of the two highest councilors the Luasians had supposedly rescued.

The executioners move at the command of the highest councilor named Angrang.

They each placed their hands on their weapons and walked forward without hesitation.

“These kids…….”

Adrian released his fingers, showing his passion.

Looks like he's going to knock them all down at any moment.

At that moment, Verden stretched out his arm to the side and stopped Adrian.

“Master?”

“Conversation is enough.”

Given the circumstances, it appears that Angrang doesn't know much about Verden and Adrian.

You said there was a top member who was working directly with the Luas Church, but is that not the author?

Well then, that's all I have to say.

There's no need to speak at length; a simple self-introduction will be more than enough.

Verden is an intellectual.

“I am Asher, working with Archbishop Joseph of the Luas Church.”

“Are you talking to the Archbishop?”

Angrang's expression changed.

At the same time, the executioners also stopped moving.

Even if you can pressure the senior bishops, it would be very awkward to express your dissatisfaction to the seven archbishops.

“And he is also an honorary count of the Kingdom of Estyria.”

Verden revealed himself to be a nobleman of a foreign country.

Now that it's come to this, I won't be able to show the same attitude as before.

I don't deny that overwhelming force is the best means, but sometimes a few words are the best means to eliminate unnecessary friction.

Angrang shattered Verden's thoughts like that.

“Estiria… the Kingdom…?”

His eyes were bloodshot.

“How dare you! How dare you, a vile and wicked noble of Estyria, set foot here?!”

“?”

“Luas Church, how can you do this when I have donated so much to you! Not only are you interfering in the internal affairs of the Republic of Beldirn, but you are also dragging a lowly kingdom into it!! It hasn’t even been half a century since the war ended!”

In the past, the Republic of Veldirn went to war against the pressure and tyranny that the Kingdom of Estyria exerted on its neighbors.

In the process, the Republic almost won, but… … suddenly suffered defeats on the front lines and its territory was invaded.

The situation has changed. The capital of the Republic may even fall.

───You were talking nonsense about having a pierced mouth. Say it again, Congressman Angrang!

───That, that… … !

At the time, Angrang, a new member of the National Assembly from a powerful family, was confident of an overwhelming victory through a comparison of powers based on rational analysis, but suffered a great defeat.

Later, after the war ended and I barely managed to recover and become the highest member of the National Assembly… … The confusion and anger I felt at that time are still vivid.

In fact, the Kingdom's counterattack was based on Gluttony's human experiment, but of course, Angrang knew nothing about it.

I just hate the kingdom for one reason or another.

“This is a great! Very great! insult to the Republic of Beldirn! Bishop Lena, as the highest council member, I will never tolerate this!!”

“I, I need to calm down first…….”

“I’ve been telling you to calm down, calm down, but that’s something we should do after we imprison that evil kingdom guy!”

Angrang showed his anger and raged with all his might. It was incomparable to before.

That meant that his hatred for the kingdom was deep.

Of course, this was something that Verden could not understand at all.

It's unpleasant.

The other person's indiscriminate hostility was irritating. In particular, the voices that resonated throughout the room were incredibly noisy.

“I was wrong.”

Verden frowned.

“I guess conversation theory is lacking.”

“I’ll make you shut up right now.”

Adrian's new form has become blurred.

A few executioners reacted, but nothing could stop them.

Adrian approached Angrang in the blink of an eye and lightly waved his arm.

“If you don’t want to be sent to prison, then banish Asher or whatever outside the border immediately───Ugh!”

Angrang, who had been hit in the chin, fell forward as if he was sleeping.

“Huh.”

The top congressman got hit in the jaw.

Even Bishop Lena was speechless at that fact.

There was silence for a moment.

The executioners, who immediately grasped the situation, immediately prepared for battle. They intended to protect Angrang and subdue their opponents.

Among them, the leader of the executioners, the magician Serin, met Verden's eyes at the moment he was about to calculate his magic.

“……?! Gulp, gulp!”

“Mr. Serin?”

Serin coughed repeatedly and reflexively stepped back.

I felt a chill. My fingertips trembled slightly without me knowing it.

'What the heck… … .'

I can't describe it, but… … it's dangerous. It's an instinctive feeling that you shouldn't confront it.

It was a reaction that even I didn't understand.

A strange standoff occurred in the unexpected absence of Serin's orders.

“Hey, everyone. Please stop fighting and calm down for now……! Okay?”

Again, no one listened.

Bishop Lena, who was stuck in the middle, summoned divine power as if she didn't know what was going on.

If words don't work, then it can only be stopped by a miracle.

It was an unintentional three-way battle.

That was when.

“……!”

Several sounds are coming closer.

The door that had been tightly closed opened wide.

“You were here, Asher. I heard you came back much earlier than expected. It was a long journey for you both.”

Archbishop Joseph, Railver, and Leila appeared.

“But what’s going on?”

Joseph asked, looking at the fallen Angrang in a very unsightly manner.

Bishop Lena answered suddenly.

“These people are fighting!!!”

A tattler towards the archbishop.

The situation was resolved in an instant.

* * *

“I never thought you’d kick the top member’s lower jaw as soon as you got back…. How dare you go out now?”

Layla retorted as if she found it ridiculous.

Before Adrian could say anything in response, she asked again.

“Isn’t that what happened at Southern Pete too? Like they were looking for escorts and they were destroying all the wanted notices and stuff.”

“…….”

This woman is sharp.

It must have been a long time before news of what happened at Southern Pitt reached here.

Adrian shut his mouth.

Before anything else could be said, Verden changed the subject.

“By the way, have you found the base?”

“Since you’re not answering, I don’t think so… Phew, no. To be honest, I couldn’t find it. I searched as hard as I could.”

Rayla failed to achieve her goal.

Even though I searched the entire area that I had previously decided on… … this did not mean that I lacked ability, but that the plan was flawed from the beginning.

“Still, I managed to secure the Ainzoid with the black magic circle as you requested. Alive. I arrived a little late because I was moving it into the city.”

Her appearance was quite fierce.

The blood stains that had been all over the place were mostly wiped off, but the scratch marks were still clear here and there on the armor.

“You must have been very busy.”

“Thanks.”

Leila shrugged and guided Verden and Adrian to the Ainzong.

I headed to the central citadel of Quarrail, its underground warehouse.

As we entered the interior, which was directly guarded by a number of knights, we saw a five-horned subhuman being restrained.

As Leila said, this monster is Quinter Horn.

It is said that among the upper species of Nol, the individual risk level is higher than Platinum or lower than Mithril.

[Krrrr… … .]

The sound of crying is full of murderous intent.

Verden approached her without paying any attention and examined her forehead.

A black magic circle engraved with the glory of the corpse.

It is directly connected to the sub-race and intervenes in their mind, or rather, their instincts.

Verden's unique insight allowed him to grasp the whole thing in one breath.

“How is it? Are you satisfied with this?”

“That’s enough.”

Verden smiled inwardly.

The level of the magic circle is considerable.

Aside from its structural complexity, it is clear that it was written by at least a 6th-rank warlock, judging by the magical power it contains.

'The owner of this black magic circle is most likely the fourth servant we encountered in Kylians.'

In other words, if you extract the magical power here and transplant it into a magic stone, and then use [Black Hour Compass], you will be able to know the direction of the thing's location in an instant.

Same way as when we tracked down Viola and Nosa in the kingdom.

We have the strongest clue.

“Thank you for your hard work, Layla.”

“Well, that’s about it…….”

“Then, would you please leave the seat now?”

I have no intention of revealing the existence of the compass to anyone except Adrian.

Verden, who had sent out Leila, immediately began extraction and transplant operations.

And after several hours, Haldirn arrived at Quarrail.

With this, the entire leadership of the Corpse Glory Suppression Force, each of whom had completed their missions, gathered together.