Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 379

Episode 379 Each's Battlefield (2)

The once sturdy wooden fences are left to crumble and fall apart. Some houses are burning with small fires, emitting thick smoke.

Corpses of various causes of death were strewn all over the place.

Keirel, who had joined the punitive force, wiped his bloody fingernails and pricked up his ears.

“There’s not a single one of them running away or pretending to be dead. With this, we’ve completely annihilated the bandits around Arane. We’ll have free movement for a while. If we manage it well, it’ll last even longer.”

"yes yes."

Liam nodded absentmindedly.

It's a face full of amazement.

As an inexperienced lord, I was sent to subdue bandits to gain experience. I personally observed all the battles, but… … To be honest, I found it hard to believe.

Who would have thought that a band of bandits that had been a nuisance and threat to the realm for years could be wiped out from the world in a matter of days?

Even the mercenaries brought from Arane suffered almost no casualties. Some suffered minor or major injuries, but none of them died in the end.

It was all thanks to one person.

Liam's gaze turned to the inspector in dark blue robes.

'How can someone be that strong?'

The leaders of four bandits each rule over a single person, and their overwhelming power to cut off their heads with a single stroke of the sword.

The sight of a fountain of blood gushing out in the blink of an eye was so vivid that it was etched into my mind.

'I didn't know his name, but I thought he would be different since he was Asher's colleague… … .'

This is a swordsmanship on a completely different level.

Liam often felt like he was dreaming since meeting Verden and Adrian.

“My Lord, all the bodies have been disposed of.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you for your hard work.”

To prevent the possible emergence of undead, the bodies were not buried but gathered together and cremated.

Then he damaged the bandit camp beyond repair, so that no one could recycle it.

Liam spoke to the wizard mercenary, Gillex.

“We’ll head back to Arlane now. It’s a little early, so let’s pick up the pace a little and get into the city before the day is out. So that we can all have a drink before bed.”

“Yes, my lord. Everyone! Let’s go home! If you arrive today, my lord will treat you to a meal, so take note!”

“What, free drinks? I’ll leave the lazy ones behind, you punks!”

“Hey, look at that wounded bastard talking about lying down. Get down and walk.”

"sorry."

This free-spirited atmosphere is difficult to find formality in.

Liam liked the commotion.

Because he felt on his skin that this was an ownerless land and that he was one of its lords.

Soon, the punitive force, led by Liam, moved.

Adrian and Kayle, who were in charge of the expedition and escort, took their places on either side of him, while the rest followed behind them.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Run along the forest path at a moderate speed.

By the way, what was taken from the bandits was not only wealth, but also horses and carriages.

Compared to before they left Arane, the expedition force's pockets were heavy.

The sun is gradually beginning to set.

Although the cold still lingers, signs of spring are starting here and there.

It's a peaceful scene.

As if celebrating the defeat of the bandits.

That was the moment.

"stop."

Adrian commanded.

Liam, startled, immediately raised his left hand. The power that received the signal slowed down and stopped completely.

Before I could ask what was going on, several people, including Keirel, sniffed around.

“Ugh, where did this smell of blood come from……!”

A bloody scent that strongly stimulates the sense of smell.

It was a stronger smell than when I subdued a large-scale bandit group of nearly 100 people.

The already sensitive Keirel frowned and pinched his nose.

Adrian got off his horse.

“I’ll go and do some reconnaissance. Stay alert around Liam. Keirel, Giles. You stay by Liam’s side.”

"okay."

“Yes, leave it to me.”

The real commanding officer in a crisis situation is Adrian.

Everyone here knew that he was the Sword of the Divine.

Thump, Adrian kicked the ground.

In an instant, the trees and plants of the mountains and rivers passed by on both sides. They cut through the forest in all directions.

And soon enough, I discovered where the smell was coming from.

“…….”

There was an army there.

There were many soldiers in armor. On one side, there were those who appeared to be mercenaries wearing expensive clothes.

At first glance, it's a number that's close to hundreds.

But the problem is… … they were all murdered.

'There is only one villain.'

All the signs are similar.

All of the vital points were punctured, as if they had been hit by some kind of projectile.

There are quite a few headless people.

There were traces that looked like arrows, but strangely enough, there was no blood on the arrows scattered around.

I can't figure out exactly what happened.

Moreover, despite such a disaster, there were not a single corpse of a military horse.

Only humans were dead.

'This is no ordinary skill.'

Slurp.

Adrian, holding the magic sword, took a step forward.

To rule out any possible danger, I followed the faint sound. I passed through the crevices of the corpses and entered a forest stained with blood.

And then we faced it.

“Oh, you were definitely quite far away, but you’re already here? You’re fast for a human.”

An elf sitting on a branch of a bright red tree.

Around her, several corpses were adorned with arrows on the trees.

Among them were Lord Harsveg, Lord Prol, and Lord Delgar, who had attempted to ambush the punitive force and kidnap Liam.

Adrian asked.

“Why did you commit massacre, Elf?”

“I didn’t do it first. I was just passing by and asked, ‘Where is Asher?’ and he tried to kill me. By human standards, this could be considered self-defense. Thanks to that, I got an answer.”

"what?"

“Since you specifically answered my question, I’ll ask you one too.”

A green light flashed from Merquien.

“What are you?”

Heavenly Sword, Adrian Chanvers.

The Eye of the Great Forest, Mercienne.

The former Central Continent's four powers and the current Central Continent's four powers met.

* * *

A sharp tension surged through the silver citadel of the Society.

If even one person accidentally lifted a finger, it seemed like a magic war would break out right away. It was a truly imminent situation.

I can feel a huge magical power quietly surging behind my back.

Verden had no intention of fighting, but he prepared for any eventuality by using his magical powers with <Arcane>.

A heavy silence falls.

It only took a moment for that silence to be broken.

“This is… shocking. The period when I was active while revealing my real name must have been before Shinsung was even born.”

A soliloquy that borders on muttering.

Then, having regained his composure, the wise sage, Melad, opened his lips again.

With his eyes turned towards Verden.

“I’ve heard that you’ve seen me in other people’s memories. Is that right, Divine?”

"yes."

“Then please tell me. Who gave you the memories, and what is your relationship with Black Hour?”

Immediately afterwards, the Guardian Sage aimed his bracelet at Verden.

It was a magical item from the Society that Ethan had previously used in the Midloth Dominion, which allowed him to discern the true intentions of his opponents.

A court that demands only the truth.

It feels as if the guillotine of the execution ground is right before my eyes.

Verden, who had no intention of telling a lie, paid no attention at all.

Verden answered.

“I received memories from Harkan Dazest.”

Paat.

The bracelet glows red.

It turned out to be magically true and factual.

Melad's hands trembled.

The name of an old friend, and the fact that he had <memory transfer> meant that his comrade had died.

She clenched her fists and asked again.

“Can you prove it……?”

“Of course.”

If there had been no solid evidence in the first place, I wouldn't have even pretended to know.

Verden slowly raised his right arm as if he was looking at something.

The Sage of Power reacted for a moment, but was ignored.

He simply activated the magic circuit and concentrated his magic power without any hostility.

Whoa whoa.

Holy Spirit attribute.

Gray light flickers.

Without stopping there, Verden waved his fingertips in the air, creating a constellation.

"ah……."

Harkan was a man of knowledge in the Black Hour, and was personally well-versed in astrology.

There was no way that Melad, who had created the Black Hour with him and had been conducting research with him, would not have recognized the legacy that Harkan had left behind.

The eight people who created Black Hour.

Pure, young wizards who gathered to study magic in depth.

The longed-for past that would never return flashed before Melad's eyes.

“How was Harkan’s last day?”

Inside the collapsed cave, Harkan looked up at the night sky and took his last breath.

“He seemed peaceful. And he asked me to stop Dahit and the first members who aligned themselves with him, so that the Black Hour would not trample the world.”

“He was worried about others until the very end. That’s typical of a human being.”

Melad smiled sadly and waved his wrinkled hand once.

“Asher, the divine being of the Eastern Continent, is not a spy of Black Hour. So, the two wise men, please put your guard down for now.”

“Do you think I don’t have to be arrested?”

“This is my friend’s messenger. I can vouch for it.”

The other two sages calmed their magic at the wise sage's assurance.

“I have unintentionally treated you very rudely. Have you eaten, Your Majesty?”

“I simply ate beef jerky for a meal.”

“Oh, then. Let’s go in and have a hearty meal before continuing our meeting. Our chef is really good.”

Melad's eyes, looking at Verden, became infinitely softer.

'Trust has been created.'

It was worth taking the risk and bringing up the Black Hour story.

As I was about to follow her into the castle, the Sage of Power held out his staff and blocked my path.

“Wait a minute. My verification isn’t finished yet.”

……verification?

Is there a need for further procedures when the sage has already guaranteed the identity?

“Just say he’s a fucking asshole.”

“?”

“마탑 개새끼. 제대로 된 발음으로. 진심을 담아서.”

What on earth is it?

Is there any profound meaning to those words?

I was a little embarrassed, but it wasn't difficult at all, so I didn't ask again.

Verden, who instinctively thought of the Bohemian Tower, raised his voice.

“…… Matop dog.”

“Hmm, good.”

The Sage of Power nodded.

It looks very satisfying. I don't know what it is, but it seems to have passed the standard.

* * *

The grim atmosphere from earlier was nowhere to be found, and Verden ate with the three wise men.

Although there was a lot of talk along the way, it was nothing more than random talk that had nothing to do with the current state of the magic world.

It was just peaceful.

After finishing the meal, the four of them sat facing each other at a round table.

Each of them placed a cup of fragrant tea in front of them.

Melad got lucky.

“Now let’s continue the serious conversation we couldn’t have on the terrace. Is that okay, Shinsung?”

"yes."

“Okay, then let me ask you. Why did you come to the Society?”

From now on, it's real.

Verden opened his mouth, recalling the thoughts he had been organizing.

“I heard that Society is based on reforming the times. Its ultimate goal is to change the current Ma-Tap system, which has become rotten after abandoning the altruism of the past and pursuing only selfishness.”

“That’s right.”

“However, it has been hundreds of years since the ten magic towers became the main axis of the magic world… It is no exaggeration to say that the stronghold they have built and ruled over during those long years is absolute.”

but.

“A huge crack has recently appeared in that wall.”

The rampage of the Magic Tower power source, which was believed to contain infinite magical power and be indestructible.

The massive aftermath shook the world beyond the magical world.

The Sage of Power, the Sage of Wisdom, and the Sage of Guardianship who concealed his appearance each showed a shocking reaction.

Because I guessed what that meant.

Verden said.

“What I want is the extermination of the Bohemian Tower. It is in line with the Society’s goals, so I would like to form a cooperative relationship.”

"crazy."

The Sage of Power exhaled.

The subject itself far exceeded expectations.

The other wise men also looked astonished, although they did not say anything.

Melad asked cautiously.

“I don’t know why the Divine is hostile to the Bohemian Tower… but even leaving aside the motive, isn’t the goal too lofty?”

“Yeah, it’s so close to ideal.”

The Sage of Power shook his head and brushed the gray beard that reached his chest.

“The Bohemian Tower is ranked second in the military hierarchy. Even the Tower Master is a powerful transcendent being known as an omnipotent being. We are lacking in power.”

That's not all.

“If we attack the Magic Tower without any justification that the world can accept, we’re finished. We and the Holy Spirit will be reduced to mere terrorist groups. It’s no different from turning the world into our enemy.”

“And no matter how sincere you are, words alone are not enough. You have to show through your actions that you are determined. Do you have a solution to the problems we have discussed?”

These are all questions worth pointing out.

And it was an expected question.

Verden answered.

Firmly, without any hesitation.

“The second disciple of Balok Vesias, Reishen Taillord, has arrived in the Central Continent. I will prove my resolve by killing him within two months.”

“What, what?”

“And the cause is already there. To be precise, to a certain group.”

Verden looked at Melard.

She tilted her head at that gaze, then suddenly opened her eyes wide.

It gave me goosebumps.

“Poetry, sacred. No way……!”

"yes."

Verden declared softly.

“I propose to usurp the Black Hour, a force currently at war with the Bohemian Tower.”

Hide the Society and bring down the Bohemian Tower through the Black Hour.

Finally, Verden began to point his sword at the Transcendent One.