Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 378

Episode 378 Each's Battlefield (1)

There is no such thing as a country in the ownerless land, and there aren't many monster habitats, making it the perfect environment for thieves to run wild.

At best, the owner of the damaged land had to deal with it.

Most lords were more inclined to strengthen their fences than to risk losses and launch punitive expeditions.

If you are unlucky or fall into a trap and get seriously harmed by the thieves, your power itself will be shaken.

There are always hyena-like humans swarming everywhere.

Taking advantage of these complicated circumstances, the bandits were able to block roads without incident, collect tolls, and occasionally commit looting, growing in size.

The leaders of these bandits, who had become so powerful, went so far as to call themselves lords without a city.

Zeiss, the leader of a bandit group that had ruled the mountain range near Arane for years, was one of them.

“Hahahahahaha! Shit, when I heard that young lord was coming, I thought he brought a divine being and tried to run away… but all he did was hire some mercenaries. That brat. Did he come out of the makeshift ship? Or did he come to find a runaway prostitute? Huh?”

Zeiss, with nearly 100 men behind him, chuckled as he looked at Liam sitting on his horse.

“…….”

Liam did not respond to the low-level provocation.

Well, if we're on good terms, would we be having a leisurely conversation?

And the main character in this situation was not Liam, but the prosecutor next to him.

Gilex, the mercenary of Arain who was standing behind, spoke quietly.

“Zeiss mainly uses a cudgel. He enjoys stubbornly breaking his opponents’ weapons and arms and humiliating them. He is quite a person with a bad personality.”

It was a description that only highlighted the target's characteristics.

Thud, thud.

Adrian took a step forward, listening to the words in passing.

Alone and defenseless, with both arms free.

Zeiss spat and laughed.

“Is it because I haven’t been very active lately? Some unseen or unheard-of bastard is trying to pounce on me. Hey, give me that.”

“Yes, boss!”

Zeiss, who received the iron club from his subordinate, strode forward.

“Looking at your face wrapped tightly, do you look like a retarded person? Why are you wearing a metal mask again?”

“…….”

“Oh, did you write it because you’re dumb? What, this idiot is so idiot───”

Came into the radius.

In an instant, Zeiss stepped forward, pulled his arm, and swung it wildly.

The wind blew slightly due to the heavy weight.

Adrian leisurely placed his hand on the magic sword Cedence.

“Is it because it’s a land without foundation? There are too many people who don’t even know their place.”

Two people crossed paths.

Adrian, who had drawn his sword, walked out without me noticing.

Thud thud thud.

Zeiss's body was cut into four parts and submerged in a pool of blood.

In the heavy silence, Adrian placed the magic sword on his shoulder.

As planned, the leader was eliminated. The bandits' morale must have hit rock bottom.

Liam swallowed and gave the order with all his might as a lord.

“All hands! Charge!”

A massive clean-up of the estate has begun.

* * *

The three lords who failed to reach a peace agreement with Verden immediately reported this to their ruler and fell facedown.

But despite the efforts, there was no response to offer protection.

Instead, orders were given to advance to Arlane and capture Liam Arlane.

Rather, the situation has worsened.

“Isn’t this, is this not an attempt to completely use us……! Like mere chess pieces!”

The prole lord was furious.

It was a natural reaction, since he suffered a fatal injury while trying to remove the wart.

In comparison, the other two lords calmly observed the situation.

The lord opened his mouth with a sigh as Delga, who had been groaning, let out a sigh.

“If we look at the ruler’s intentions, it is likely that he is trying to provoke Arane to see what kind of actions the divinity will take.”

"this."

Lord Harsbeg moistened his lips, which were covered in saliva, several times.

“But if we do that, we’ll become targets of the divine… and we might all die. Listen, Lord Delgar. Is there no other way?”

“There is no way to avoid it once the ruler has given his order. Anyone who goes against his will will be executed without fail. It will be very painful and cruel.”

Kuung!

The Prole lord, who had been biting his fingernails, slammed the table.

“Damn it, but that doesn’t mean you can fight against the divine! What are you going to do to stop high-level elemental magic from flying at you!”

There is no doubt that the Holy Spirit and Asher are national powers.

The destructive power of 6th-tier elemental magic, the highest level a human can attain, is truly beyond imagination… … .

If I had the power to respond to it in the first place, I would not have been bowing down and acting as a lord in the frontier, but would have been living a life of luxury in an ownerless land.

But that doesn't mean that clinging to the divine is out of the question.

There were more than a few individuals who, when combined with the power and connections of the ruler, could be considered national-level forces.

Either way, I'll die.

It was at that time that my worries deepened.

Bam.

Suddenly, a man sweating profusely barged into the conference room.

Then, after asking for understanding, Delga approached the lord and whispered his report to him.

Delga took a deep breath and nodded his head repeatedly while rubbing his chin.

“I see, I see. I guess it’s worth a try in that situation.”

“What does that mean now?”

“There’s a way.”

Lord Harsbeg and Lord Froll leaned forward and listened.

“According to information I just received from a spy, the sacred spirit is currently in the city of Dallehin. And Lord Arrain is said to be leading his soldiers to subdue a group of bandits nearby.”

“Liam is outside……?”

“The ruler ordered the army to advance, but that doesn’t mean they have to take the city through a siege. In fact, they don’t even have to fight a territorial war. Isn’t the ruler’s ultimate goal right now to capture Liam Arlane?”

Lord Delgar continued speaking.

“If we use this, we can finish it before the news reaches the divinity. We have to pour everything into this.”

"how?"

“The army will move with only the most elite troops, and will spend a lot of money to rent an expensive mercenary company from the ‘Mercenary King’, who is under the ruler’s command. For sure.”

Delga raised the corners of his mouth and pointed to the map.

There was a realm of dominion for the rulers.

“After a surprise attack and kidnapping of the Aryan lord through the mercenary group, instead of returning to each territory, we head straight to the ruler. That way, the sacred will not be able to pursue us hastily. That’s the gist of the plan.”

A quick hit and run strategy.

The two lords were deep in thought, but could not think of a more likely way to succeed.

Ultimately, the proposal passed unanimously.

The Prole lord sighed deeply and leaned back weakly.

“By the way, you’re borrowing a mercenary group from the Mercenary King. That’s going to be a huge expense.”

“Just think about your life.”

What does money have to do with it?

Something you can't take with you when you die.

* * *

The Silver Citadel of the Society was quieter than expected.

Overall, I would say there was a shortage of people. It was hard to find people no matter where I looked around.

Ethan said.

“The Society, as its ideology is ideology, operates covertly against the entire continent. It has no room to spare any surplus manpower. And this island, located in the middle of a distant ocean outside the continent, has not set aside any unnecessary forces for defense.”

The ocean surrounding it on all sides acts as a shield and a wall.

It is an iron fortress created by nature.

'That's not all.'

Verden climbed the castle and looked down at the unfamiliar landscape.

As I slowly followed the waves of magical power flowing from the ground with my senses, I felt that they were encompassing the entire island.

I don't know what it's used for.

Other than protecting the island from outside gaze.

Anyway, it seems that the only thing that can enter this place is a special space movement scroll made by the Society.

'That's amazing.'

The Ark of the Ark.

The headquarters of the society.

It is a hideout suitable for each person to hide their secrets and increase their power.

Of course, Verden also owns the laboratory left behind by the Dark King… … but to use it, he must wait for contact from Golem and Alpha.

It won't take long, but I don't know the exact time.

In the meantime, I felt eyes slyly approaching me.

Verden asked.

“Do you have anything to say, Rebecca?”

“Ah, so, I heard the news. The Republic of Beldirn subdued the Bone Dragon… How was it? Was the dragon really as strong as it was recorded in history?”

The last time the dragon appeared was about a century ago, and it is said that not only were several cities destroyed, but even the punitive force suffered catastrophic damage and collapsed.

And then the dragon leisurely flew into the magic realm and disappeared without a trace.

“It’s hard to call it a dragon since it’s an undead that can’t use more than half of its original abilities… but anyway, it was strong enough to be expected from a transcendent species. If it weren’t for the saint of the Luas Church, I don’t think it would have been possible to defeat it in the end.”

But one of the people responsible for subduing such a being is right before our eyes.

Even to the point of directly expressing his feelings at that time.

“Wow…….”

Rebecca looked at me with longing eyes.

Then he started asking other questions related to dragons.

Ethan, who had been observing, also joined in.

'Is it because you're a wizard? You seem to be very interested in dragons.'

It's an understandable curiosity.

Verden tried not to refuse and simply answered.

Before I knew it, I had reached the center of the castle.

As they headed towards the silver terrace at the end of the long corridor, an old lady was waiting for them, drinking tea.

That's all for small talk.

“Master.”

“I brought Asher here as you instructed.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Ethan and Rebecca.”

The old lady put down her teacup and slowly turned her head.

“Nice to meet you, Shinsung.”

The wise sage reflected in the walls of Verden greeted me with a smile.

* * *

After completing their mission, Ethan and Rebecca quietly retreated.

A situation where the two people naturally ended up alone.

Verden, sitting across from him, looked at the wise man.

A paralyzed old man in a wheelchair.

Although he looked older, his body seemed to be greatly weakened.

The wise man introduced himself.

“My name is Melad, one of the three founders of the Society. He is known as a wise man despite his status.”

“My name is Asher.”

“Yes, I’ve heard a lot about it. It’s the divinity that saved the Republic of Veldirn, and the divinity that suddenly appeared in the magical world.”

She nodded slightly.

“You have certainly achieved incredible feats at such a young age. It is beyond what I have heard… I can say with certainty that I have never seen anyone rise to prominence as quickly as you have.”

“It seems like you know a lot about me.”

“As I said, I’ve heard a lot. Haha, maybe that’s why I feel a strange sense of familiarity when I see the divine being himself.”

A small laughter spread.

“Still, I haven’t found out where you came from. I’m curious, but… I won’t ask. This isn’t the place for that.”

The wise man, Melad, held his breath and narrowed his eyes.

“If you use the Society’s symbol, it means you have business. It doesn’t seem like you came here just to have a conversation. What do you want from us?”

Let's get straight to the point.

It is also Verden's wish to omit unnecessary introductions, but…

Before that, there was one thing that had to be mentioned.

“Sage of Wisdom, Melad. You have heard rumors about me many times, but we have never actually met.”

"yes……?"

“But I have seen you in other people’s memories, Melad Tastyen.”

“?!”

Melad held his breath for a moment.

Because his real name, which had been kept hidden from the public for a long time and which he had clearly never mentioned, leaked out from Verden's mouth.

Verden asked firmly, paying no attention to him.

“Why are you, one of the original members who founded Black Hour, here?”

* * *

The Wise Man, Harkan Dazest.

One of the eight people who created Black Hour, and the one who bestowed the Holy Spirit attribute upon Verden.

Harkan, who died in the Bard Mountains of the Principality of Liviant, had transferred part of his memories to Verden through <Memory Transfer> at his last moments.

'Most of it was knowledge about the attributes of the Holy Spirit.'

Some memories that were inseparable from it and secondarily connected to it were also naturally transmitted.

And it also included a rebellion led by Dahith Westroel, the current leader of the Black Hour and a transcendent being.

The individual results faced by the first member who was Dahit's teacher… … .

Some sympathized with Dahit, some were killed, and some barely managed to escape.

'Melad, like Harkan, is one of those who survived with serious injuries.'

Verden looked straight at Melad.

“Uh, how…….”

Melad couldn't hide his embarrassment.

Perhaps because it was a situation he had never imagined, he tried to say something but his mouth didn't seem to open properly.

That was when.

“I have never heard of such information, knowing about Melad’s history.”

An old man's voice brushes past my ear.

At the same time, two people appeared on the silver terrace.

Occupying the position behind Verden, who is sitting on the chair.

Verden only moved his gaze.

The old man immediately warned, aiming threateningly at the staff.

“Don’t move hastily, Shinseng. If you don’t want to be thought of as a Black Hour weed.”

Their true identities are the Sage of Power and the Sage of Protection.

Powerful beings belonging to the three wise men, such as Melad.

Verden measured the passage of time amidst the rampant murderous atmosphere.

'Well, I think it's been about four minutes since we arrived at the terrace.'

The headquarters of the Society that came to seek cooperation.

Before Verden could even begin to persuade them, he found himself at odds with the Society's founders.