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Episode 399 Prologue
The terrain of the lazy cracks, the artificially created underground space, was so wide that it reminded me of a huge stadium. The thick smell of blood tickled my nose.
It wasn't just the smell that was suffocating.
There are traces of collapse everywhere.
Although it wasn't very noticeable because it was an empty space, those skilled in elemental magic could vaguely sense that a fierce battle had taken place.
Gulp.
Yunia and Cain, who were at the forefront of the society's elite, were nervous.
I observed the situation in a very unfamiliar and dark atmosphere, one I had never encountered before.
A sharp breath piercing into my ear.
“Ugh, ugh……!”
Rayshen's eyes moved around as he let out a loud scream.
Verden, Subject 77, who possesses powers beyond common sense and is stepping on his own head.
Former Central Continent Powerhouse, Heavenly Sword, Adrian Chanbus.
Dozens of magicians, including him, who are clearly not Black Hour.
Finally, Sarokan and Barkent were forced to kneel with most of their equipment stripped away… …and their limbs bound.
'You can never get out of here alone.'
All escape routes were blocked.
One by one, the means I had were taken away, as if fitting together puzzle pieces.
It's all planned.
I don't know when it started, but it was all a trap.
A trap set solely to capture and kill Rayshen.
It will be later that we find out how Verden and Adrian survived.
We must avoid their hostility.
We must devise a means to notify the Bohemian Tower of the current abnormal situation.
'I have to somehow survive and kill Sarokan or Barkent.'
That way, the Magic Tower Master will notice when the forced magic circle disappears.
Rayshen willingly forgot his curiosity, his desire to explore, and his questions without hesitation. He threw himself into being a wizard.
Only for survival.
It was a moment when instinct and reason were intertwined.
“Even if you pretend to give up and surrender on the outside, it’s your nature, Rayshen, to desperately try to survive on the inside. However, it’s too obvious that you’re thinking of using the compulsory magic circle.”
Verden sneered.
“Would Baloch come to your rescue if one of you were to die? Well, I doubt it. It’s been a few days since Shadgar died, and they’re still quiet.”
“?!”
Rayshen's eyes slowly widen.
Shedgar is dead.
But the Bohemian Tower doesn't respond.
There is no way that the obsessive teacher would have blinked and missed this.
That means───
“You, you…… W, could it be that you forced a magic circle……?”
“That’s why Adrian is alive.”
Verden waved his hand.
One of the Society's wizards brought three unconscious moles from Panian, and Adrian disarmed Rayshen.
“You must know well how well the Panian moles survive in the wild, as they have been used extensively in alchemy. And why they have almost no natural enemies.”
Magical power surges in Verden's hands.
“Then what would happen if we transplanted the compulsory magic circle that was separated from you into those demons?”
“Now, just a moment.”
Rayshen struggled desperately, but it was meaningless resistance.
“From now on, that will be your life. At least for Baloch.”
A blue glow appeared at the tips of his fingers.
<Arcane>'s magical power usage created three magical threads that surged out and penetrated the magic circles carved inside Rayshen, Sarokhan, and Barkent, respectively.
Simultaneous destruction.
It was an advanced magical technique that required several times more concentration than usual, but I didn't feel any fatigue at all.
Emotions are a huge driving force in themselves.
Thud. The seams are torn in sequence.
The parties involved must have been in such excruciating pain that they could die from shock.
“……!!…··!!!!”
They were unable to even utter a sound due to the pain they had never felt before in their lives, and they were constantly blinking their eyelids, repeatedly passing out and waking up.
It's pathetic.
Adrian never lost consciousness during the removal of the two compulsory magic circles carved into his head and torso.
The walls are flashing.
Verden confirmed that the joint connecting his body and the magic circle was completely destroyed, so he manipulated his magic to weave it together and tore off the call in one breath.
Kwajijijik.
“───AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Rayshen's cries were heard belatedly.
* * *
The separation of the forced magic circle was successful, and the transplantation phase proceeded even more quickly.
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The task was completed in less than ten minutes. Verden, who had left the mole of Panian to Hares, let out a huff.
“My lord, one man is dead.”
Barkent could not bear the pain and died instantly, his mouth foaming with blood.
Like a shedger.
It's not that they were unexpected, but they are incredibly weak.
At that moment, Rayshen groaned and weakly grabbed Berden's foot.
“Be, Leden…… Please…… Deal…… Make a deal with me…….”
"transaction?"
“What you want is revenge, right…? You’re after Master, Death Penalty, and the Bohemian Tower itself, right…! That’s why I’ll help you, I’ll help you. Since Master’s call has disappeared, I can do anything…!!”
Rayshen is Baloch's second disciple.
He is the perfect prisoner to extract secret information from the Magic Tower.
Furthermore, if Verden himself writes the call and controls the body, he can use it as an excellent puppet and accelerate the conquest of the Magic Tower.
Using Leishen instead of killing him right away… … is certainly a very attractive option when thinking rationally.
However, Verden did not even consider it as if it was a given. Because he had his own standards of good that no one below Baloch had.
And above all.
“Rayxian, you are worthless to me.”
From the bottom to here.
Verden had not lived a life so leisurely that he needed help from people like Rayshen.
This place has always been an execution ground and a tomb.
“Think again, bang!”
A simple kick sent Rayshen rolling on the floor.
There is no withdrawal.
Verden nodded firmly, giving the guy a definite answer.
Adrian placed his hand on the magic sword, Cedence.
Death is imminent.
“……Berden, and Adrian.”
Sarokan, whose nerves were severed in every direction, slowly raised his head. He had a blank expression on his face, as if he was about to suffocate at any moment.
It's a righteous attitude.
Unlike Rayshen, he was firm, as if he had no intention of betraying the Magic Tower.
“The Lord of the Tower will definitely kill you guys───”
Oh my god.
The cool light of the sword split Sarokan apart from head to leg in one breath.
A refreshing swordsmanship.
After he died, Sarokhan, who realized his own death, collapsed and split into left and right.
“How dare you, you little brat.”
Adrian growled nervously.
On the bloodless sword, a severed corpse was dimly reflected.
With this, all of Rayshen's direct escorts were killed.
"flaw……."
Rayshen was terrified when he saw that sight.
It was the first time in my life that my life was threatened so closely. My breathing stopped for a moment. As usual, there was no one willing to die in Rayshen's place anymore.
My heart was throbbing as if it would burst and blood flowed from the wound.
And in the end, instinct overpowered reason.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Ignoring the side effects of the decreased lifespan, I took the last elixir inside my molars.
Rayshen, whose serious injuries had been instantly cured, flew up screaming.
“Where……!”
“Leave it alone.”
With one word, Verden stopped the society, including Unia.
There is no pursuit.
Because there is no need for that.
Now is the time to end it with grace.
* * *
My head feels like it's going to explode.
Everything was out of control, but I couldn't stop.
"please……!!"
Leishen, who was flying while staggering, used all his might to increase his altitude.
Towards the hollow, hollow ceiling.
It was a movement like a frightened beast, excluding any magic flying from behind.
I have to go back to the Bohemian Tower.
You must go under the protection of the Master, one of the transcendent beings of the Western Continent, and protect your life.
It was a desire and a single-minded determination aimed at survival.
That was the moment.
Gurrrrrrung… … .
The sky seen from outside the common area.
A huge thunderous roar shook the entire area as far as the eye could see.
A strong wind surged through the sky, uprooting trees. Numerous lightning bolts thundered through the storm, reminiscent of a towering tower.
"iced coffee……."
Rayshen, who witnessed him, could not go any further and stopped in midair.
This massive flow of magical power… … A creepy, thrilling sense of foreboding. I had never seen it before, but I vaguely understood the phenomenon.
Because I had encountered it in theory.
Rayshen, who had been frozen stiff, immediately turned around and looked down.
An impossible reality was revealed.
The blue eyes filled with magic were looking straight at me.
Rayshen hesitated and sobbed.
“T, this isn’t it……!”
The distrust that had risen to the tip of his chin burst out with a cracked voice.
“This is absolutely ridiculous!!!!!”
I couldn't breathe properly, as if my lungs were being torn apart.
Fear or despair.
The sticky emotions that had consumed countless unofficial test subjects had only now returned to Rayshen.
“Rayshen Taillord, I promise you one thing.”
Verden sentenced.
“Your teacher’s end will be more tragic than yours.”
A crimson magical power is born.
The heavens were opened as the unknown destruction completely shattered the walls of hierarchy.
The main punishment of Jincheon.
<Brain>
A deep blue light that illuminates the sky.
Seven levels of magic reminiscent of the guillotine fell upon the sinner.
At that moment, everything in sight turned pure white.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwa───!
Overwhelming brain power and pressure strike down and punish everything it touches, including Rayshen.
The life that encompassed blood, bones, organs, and magic evaporated in an instant, and the last scream that was no different from a will was erased without a trace by the thunder.
A veritable hotbed of destruction.
Tsk tsk tsk… … .
When the light finally faded, all that remained was an underground cavern that ran in a straight line from the ground. There was nothing alive within the range of the divine punishment.
As if nothing had ever existed before.
Verden clenched his fist.
'Just one now.'
Finally, the true prelude to revenge has arrived.
* * *
Although there were variables along the way, the plan ultimately achieved an ideal outcome.
“…….”
Verden looked up at the sky.
The gathering storm slowly began to disperse. After briefly enjoying the afterglow, he turned around and walked away.
Junia and Cain, who had been standing in the path, quickly stepped aside.
Members of societies like Hares stood up, sweating profusely.
Because the magic that Verden had just seen had a meaning that went far beyond awe.
Verden, who had advanced so far, arrived at the common border.
He spoke to Isabella, who was leaning against the wall with her eyes relaxed, bending one knee.
“Did you enjoy the view?”
Isabella was momentarily speechless.
Because it was such a calm question, she slowly opened and closed her eyelids and said.
“You…what are you?”
“It’ll be a long explanation. Well, at least I’m sure he’s not your enemy.”
Not the enemy.
Although it was only words, Isabella felt a strange sense of relief.
My vision is getting blurry.
Although he possesses a deformed regenerative power that allows him to survive even when his heart is torn apart, that doesn't mean he never gets tired.
“Can I… sleep for a moment?”
“Don’t worry about it and just get some rest. It’ll never be too late to talk about it later.”
Isabella nodded slightly.
Soon after, she closed her eyes completely and fell asleep, breathing softly.
Adrian came closer and whispered softly so as not to disturb Isabella's deep sleep.
“My lord, what will you do with this woman?”
“I heard that he tore out Rayshen’s heart while he was resisting the call.”
Oh, Adrian was purely amazed.
From experience, I knew that resisting the force of a magic circle was nearly impossible.
Of course, it is a different case since he was controlled not only physically but also mentally.
“Then will you accept the fellowship?”
“I guess it depends on your own opinion.”
“I guess there will be a successor.”
Adrian was sure.
In response, Verden simply shrugged his shoulders.
Anyway, we need someone who can actively help Isabella recover. It would be inconvenient for Verden or Adrian to take care of her directly.
Who would be good?
In fact, only one person came to mind right away.
Verden turned his gaze and gestured to Yunia.