Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 449

Episode 449 Debut (1)

The West's momentum did not wane after capturing just one fortress. As soon as they had the necessary equipment, they headed straight for their next destination.

Because competition is a battle over territory.

Fall of Silverwatch.

The fall of Stone Hill.

The fall of Westwatch.

The fall of Adhollow… … .

The eastern defensive walls struggled, but could not stop the advance of the Mercenary King.

The skilled knights who were slaughtering the mercenaries would join forces with each mercenary leader to slaughter them, and when the opponent seemed to be employing a tricky strategy, a small number of elites, including the mercenary king, would secretly infiltrate the fortress and wipe out the commanding officers.

Sometimes innocently upright, sometimes downright vicious.

A type of medicine with no set color.

That was why so many groups avoided war with the Mercenary King.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

The East, unable to achieve victory due to snake-like tactics, suffered repeated defeats. They were swept away like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

The earth was stained with blood.

But the East is not so easy.

It is not a force that is dividing up ownerless land for no reason.

The main force led by Count Toren appeared to block the western advance.

A plain covered in fog that makes visibility slightly blurry.

Swords, magic, and arrows fly.

They clashed with each other in a battlefield where shouts and screams were tangled like threads.

The mercenaries in the west ran wild, while the troops in the east formed a camp and responded calmly.

Kwajijijik!

Mercenaries belonging to the cavalry were unable to break through the shield wall and fell off their horses or floundered, becoming hedgehogs from the hail of arrows and dying.

A mercenary who was hit by a mental spell swung his sword mercilessly before being dealt with by friendly forces.

The frozen mercenaries were torn to pieces by the knights' maces on horseback.

Choaaaak.

The mercenary king wiped the blood off his sword.

“You must have been preparing for war more diligently, because the defenses have become more solid than before. It’s also more stable overall… The mercenaries aren’t worth their money.”

He walked out leisurely.

“Then that won’t work.”

thud!

In the blink of an eye, the mercenary king widened his stride and shot out.

He smashed the shield wall, shaking its interior, and squeezed through the gap created.

He drew a large circle, simply deflecting the trajectory of the spears that the soldiers were shouting in terror.

The waist has become more comfortable.

The ordinary red color that many of those who had awakened their energy displayed, and as the black energy passed by, blood burst out from inside the armor.

The group of several dozen people collapsed.

The mercenary king kicked the fallen spear with his foot and threw it back.

puck!

The knight was pierced in the neck while galloping on his warhorse.

“Good.”

The atmosphere has brightened enough.

I was perfectly adapted to the battlefield. I rinsed my mouth with water and spit it out, feeling a little more refreshed.

The mercenary king was checking the situation from all sides and moving around the battlefield in confusion.

It was at that time.

A knight group with a different atmosphere than before stood in front of the mercenary king.

A total of eight people.

It is a direct order of knights that Count Toren has invested in and personally raised for many years, and among them, the commander of the order, Marex, was also acquainted with the King of Mercenaries.

Marex threw the head of a mercenary he was holding in his left hand to the side.

“He may be the mercenary king, but how can someone who represents the West act so recklessly? Does he have the confidence that he can withstand even blind magic?”

“Haha, how could that be? I’m always on guard, wondering if an arrow might fly to the back of my head… But isn’t it unbecoming of a mercenary king to just safely command? At the very least, I believe you should live up to your name.”

The mercenary king waved his hand.

“And this side is also fun. Come on.”

“Kill him.”

The knights, divided into three groups, charged from different directions.

Crossing swords.

A metallic sound that rings in the eardrums.

Mercenaries and soldiers naturally distanced themselves from the high-level battles that even the most skilled players would not dare to get involved in.

The surroundings became empty, and another battlefield unfolded within the battlefield.

Good change

The mercenary king who displayed his skills has undergone a change.

The speed is constant, but this is a movement learned through countless battles. It cannot be read by someone who has not experienced fierce battles several times.

Thump.

The Mercenary King pushed Marex away with his momentum and then thrust his body into the empty space. He quickly spun around, knocking away the knights on either side as he stepped on the ground.

As I kicked the lower body of the knight remaining in front of me, the knight stretched out his bastard sword as if he had been waiting, forming a barrier.

Whirlwind.

Suddenly the trajectory of the bridge changed.

The vertical kick struck the knight squarely in the side of the head.

“Ugh.”

Unable to hold on any longer, I knelt down.

The cold blade swept across the knight's neck. The mercenary king, who did not even look at the death he had created, moved even more heatedly.

He grips the sword with his glove protecting his hand, pulls it with all his might, breaks bones and muscles with his elbow, and cuts the upper body in two with his red sword strike.

Almost like the incarnation of the battlefield.

The mercenary king's body is aging, but the skills he has accumulated over his entire life are without formality.

Life and death.

That's the life of a mercenary king.

Yeolwi

The commander of the Kisandan, Marex, blocked the mercenary king's rampage with his defensive skills. The sound of a blade twisting could be heard nearby.

“If it were like before, you wouldn’t have been any different from those guys. I guess you’ve grown in your own way.”

The mercenary king laughed ferociously.

“But Marex, isn’t this level of power not enough to deal with me in many ways? Is there anything else? If things continue like this, I might end up capturing the Great Lord.”

“If you want to try, go ahead and try.”

Marex revealed it.

“I’ve wasted enough time.”

───Kwaaaaaaaah!

Suddenly, an explosive noise was heard from afar.

The mercenary king reflexively pushed Marex away and took a big step back, then turned his gaze.

“……!”

A small flying boat owned by the West crashes in flames, killing dozens of people below.

Feeling ominous, I looked to the eastern sky.

A group of six, led by an old wizard, appeared in my eyes.

Three of them manifested magic towards the ground.

Rays of destruction.

<Creamate>

Three beams of light burned the mercenaries, leaving red scars on the ground.

The two magicians belonging to the Ambition Gold Merchant Corps reacted quickly and each created a curtain of water and ice, but they were simultaneously pierced and turned to ash.

A craze is brewing.

A group of wizards had just appeared on the battlefield… … The mercenary king, who noticed the clothes and appearance of the old wizards in particular, let out a hollow laugh.

“Melconi Bloud… I never thought they would send manpower, and an elder at that, from the Magic Tower on Volcanic Island. How much wealth did the great lords pour in?”

“It will be less than what we take from the West.”

Marex threw the flask, sending a blast of black energy shattering it. The shards of glass and a halo of light flew through the wind and clung to the Mercenary King.

His body glowed brightly in the hazy fog.

"this."

<Creber>

Instantaneous movement

As if sniping, he threw his body while displaying his skills as 6th-tier flame magic rushed in.

The mercenary king, who barely escaped the range, rolled on the ground and gently got up. The sweat evaporated in the rising heat and his skin became dry.

“It seems that dealing with the elders of the Magic Tower only leads to losses.”

What the mercenary king puts forward are his own skills and various mercenary techniques.

But both are useless as long as there are elders.

The Magic Tower of Volcanic Island, ranked 6th in the overall ranking, is literally specialized in the fire series, boasting overwhelming firepower on the battlefield.

'There is no way to stop it.'

It is not only difficult to approach while floating in the sky, but even if you were to confront it, a fatal wound is inevitable.

The unique flames that the volcanic island's magic tower has built up over many years are extremely vicious.

Marex frowned.

“Are you thinking of running away? The Mercenary King?”

“This is called a strategic retreat.”

Phew!

The Mercenary King fired a signal flare without hesitation, calling in reinforcements for any eventuality. A strategic magic item was activated outside the battlefield.

Kwarrrrrrrr!

Six lightning bolts fell from the clouds, blinding the view and leaving behind tinnitus.

Immediately afterwards, a medium-sized flying boat from the west appeared and focused its magical bombardment on Melconi, while the mercenary king took a horse and retreated with his mercenaries.

The East pursued them moderately and then retreated without hesitation. They didn't know what kind of trap would greet them if they went any further.

That's the kind of guy the mercenary king is.

anyway.

The East achieved its first victory in an all-out war.

From that point on, the West stopped advancing and took up a defensive posture.

Since then, the two forces have engaged in repeated skirmishes in the conflict zone, focusing on taking each other's land or recapturing lost strongholds.

* * *

The Deresque Fortress is located near the center of the conflict zone, to the north.

The Great Lord, Kadrick, who was leisurely enjoying transparent red wine and cheese, smiled contentedly as he looked at the world through the map.

“It’s going very smoothly.”

After cutting off the flow of the West in an all-out war that broke out in the southern plains, the East has been steadily accumulating victories here and there.

Kadrick, who had been moving separately, laid waste to the western fortress with an army armed with siege weapons and captured it again.

'If we continue to solidify things little by little like this, even the great mercenary king will be helpless.'

Everything is going as planned.

Cedric, who was munching on cheese, approached the window.

“Kkaaaak!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“Whoaaaaaaaah!”

Outside, Eastern soldiers are toying with captured Western mercenaries, tying them to wooden stakes and subjecting them to brutal torture.

The female mercenaries who were occasionally captured were not alive.

Some people ask,

How can a small number of people rule and command an army of thousands or tens of thousands?

Aren't you afraid of betrayal?

The answer is simple.

Just satisfy the desire.

Committing a crime or breaking an ethical taboo in the world creates a feeling of guilt and also a sense of depravity.

If used appropriately, it is an excellent means of boosting the morale of friendly forces while instilling fear in the enemy.

It's just difficult at first.

Beating, trampling, killing, and raping the same human being over and over again… … pouring out ethical taboos and passing the guilt onto the commander and the group leaves nothing but a very pleasant pleasure.

Human desires are endless.

Various stimuli circulate greatly, repeating dullness and newness.

Emotions are so complex and yet simple.

The soldiers, having had their fill of fun, impaled the prisoners on stakes and burned them alive.

Those were the crows' meal.

However, the elder of the Magic Tower did not like such a cruel sight.

“I was trying to stay still since I’m in a hired position, but I can’t do it. Do I have to endure the smell of burning corpses?”

Cardrick answered immediately.

“Well, I will take immediate action, Elder.”

The prisoners' corpses were immediately sent out of the castle.

It can't be helped.

It was entirely thanks to the Elder of the Magic Tower that we were able to easily stop the forces of the Mercenary King.

Currently, Melconi Bloud is not tied to any group, and is active in conflict zones accompanied only by five wizards from the Magic Tower on Volcanic Island.

Secretly, so that the Mercenary King cannot know its location.

The West cannot help but be cautious because of the danger that a nation-state might strike its head at any time.

Then Melconi asked.

“But, is there still no news from the divine forces?”

“Yes, it’s still quiet.”

I was curious about Kadrik anyway.

Even though it had been quite some time since the competition began, no movement from the North had been reported.

'Did Liam get assassinated in the meantime?'

Probably not.

If Liam had died, the North's withdrawal from the neutral zone would have been announced long ago…

'It's not easy to find a new power without even a single small fortress.'

Still, there's no need to worry too much about it.

The North, without the Divine and Elves, is nothing but a fringe, for they can be trampled upon at any time if they are noticed.

In the meantime───news from the North arrived unexpectedly.

The commander guarding the walls rushed into the fortress and reported urgently.

“Your Majesty Cardrick, outside now……!”

* * *

Crowds gathered at the walls of the Deresque Fortress.

Cardrick, located in the center, narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

A group of unidentified people, no more than 20 in number, appeared, their bodies covered in robes.

'……what?'

There is no horse, let alone a carriage.

Only they stood still, standing on top of a small hill.

It was truly a bizarre sight.

At that moment, someone in the group stepped forward and lifted the robe he was wearing.

Silver hair with a hint of purple.

A woman in her thirties at most, with a face that looked like a wall, showed off her youth.

It's my first time seeing your face.

As everyone stared at her wondering what on earth was going on, the woman looked at Kadrick and slowly pulled away.

“I am Yunia from the North.”

The voice was amplified by atmospheric magic.

“I know there’s a member of the Council of Elders, Andranov, who came out of the Tower of Volcano Island here. His name is Melkoni Bloud, right? I heard he’s been flying around, turning the battlefield into a pile of ash.”

Lord Cardrick's eyes slowly widened.

“Is it fun to go around killing weaklings at that age? Do you think you’re so great? Since ancient times, as an elder of the Magic Tower and a 6th-rank magician, shouldn’t you fight against opponents worthy of your title?”

Yunia smiled curiously.

“So come out here and let’s have a go. Let’s have a go at it, two strong people.”

* * *

Melconi's location is a top secret.

In order to utilize the power of the elders of the Magic Tower as flexibly as possible in competitive battles───it was the greatest strategy that the great lords had come up with after several days of careful deliberation.

But how did you come all the way from the North, knowing where Melconi was and finding him?

'And besides… … you want to have a go at it?'

crazy.

Dare you speak to the elder of the Magic Tower?

It was difficult to accept the situation, but Kadrick shook his head and came to his senses.

'You must not respond to that provocation.'

I don't know what's going on, but putting myself in the other person's shoes is the worst of the worst.

Cardrick turned his head.

“Elder, it’s a trap. You must not accept their offer…….”

“It’s a trap.

Melconi's head tilted slightly.

I was reprimanded by an immature, unripe rookie I had never heard of in my life. I knew it was an obvious provocation, but I couldn't ignore it.

Even though it was war, it stimulated the part of me that I was very nervous about.

And above all.

“So? Are you saying that I, Melconi Bloud, should step down? Because you’re afraid of what that little thing is hiding?”

“That, that.”

“Shut up. Before I burn you to death.”

Cardrick swallowed his breath.

If the elders make a gesture, they will be no different from the charred corpses outside the fortress.

The land without owners is not the center of the world.

It is simply a convenient tool created out of necessity. The Magic Tower of Volcanic Island was one of the forces that handled such tools.

Melconi takes flight.

No one followed.

Knowing what would happen if they offended the powerful magician, the magicians of the Magic Tower assisting Melconi watched the situation with a solemn attitude.

Melconi, who had escaped the fortress, landed on the hill opposite Junia.

“I can’t believe there’s someone who says such things even though they know who I am. It’s foolish to say they’re fearless, and it’s excessive to say they’re reckless. What on earth are they up to in the North?”

“What are you planning? Like I said before? The strong will fight the strong.”

Yunia declared.

“I apply for a one-on-one magic battle, Melconi Bloud.”