Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 460

Episode 460 Elimination (3)

To damage the permanent protective shield of [Flawless Robe], you must be directly hit by at least a 5th-tier mid-level elemental magic, and to completely destroy it, you must be hit by a 5th-tier high-level elemental magic.

This was the result of Cain personally testing the performance of [Flawless Robe].

'But it was destroyed too easily.'

I was only hit three times by a sword strike that didn't even have much power.

Cain furrowed his brows.

The mercenary king broke the shield and walked about twenty steps away, resting his sword on one shoulder and slowly walking to the side.

“It seems like nothing special, but I guess you were surprised to see the shield destroyed. It’s simple. The attack was focused on the shield, not you.”

A mind that is not distracted in any situation will soon lead to precision in the fingertips.

Floating mind.

These are the survival skills of a mercenary king learned alone on the battlefield.

Taat.

Suddenly, the mercenary king rushed into the noisy battlefield.

'You can't miss it.'

The Mercenary King always rushed to the front lines during sieges against the East, destroying the enemy's defensive system.

It is dangerous to allow invasion of the fortress.

Such a situation does not at all fit with the plan to subdue the Western representative and end the competition with as little damage as possible.

Cain immediately pursued the mercenary king.

By utilizing the special properties of a special trait, the magical power is raised to the extreme and the <flight> speed is artificially accelerated.

It was a breeze to catch up.

He aimed straight at the mercenary king in the crowd and struck down his magic sword.

Instantaneous movement

The mercenary king, who had just barely avoided the attack, immediately turned around and landed on one knee on the ground.

Then he slid down and turned around while picking up something from next to the corpse of a mercenary.

Shhh───!

'arrow?'

An arrowhead enveloped in red energy passes by Cain's temple as he turns his head.

“As expected, your senses are excellent. And you are calm. The person you chose as your teacher seems to be quite an amazing person. I wonder how far he has taught you.”

Among the various weapons, the sword is often considered the most basic weapon.

Once you reach that level, it's quite easy to attack from various angles or use defense from various directions.

The size, weight, and overall portability also play a part.

But this is only from a basic point of view.

Unless you have the natural talent to reach the edge of a sword, it is theoretically better to use multiple weapons depending on the situation.

At least, that's how it's supposed to withstand the melee that's going on in front and behind.

widely.

This time, the mercenary king grabbed the spear lying on the ground and used it simultaneously with the dark sword in his right hand.

Not flashy, but simple.

However, those optimal routes are desperately trying to exploit Cain's gap.

Only practical movements.

As Cain took a moment to step back to get used to the unfamiliar movements, the Mercenary King, with his center of gravity on his front paws, threw his spear with all his might.

Kkwaddudduk!

The sword energy of magic cut the spear in two.

The blade and shaft split exactly in half and passed through the sides.

Meanwhile, [Innocent Robe]'s permanent protective shield was regenerated.

Cain lowered his gaze.

'Push it all in at once.'

Quadra casting.

<Outburst>

He detonated the compressed air above and to the left and right of the Mercenary King's head to block his escape route, and detonated the remaining one toward the ground.

Cain, breaking through the thick cloud of dust, struck the mercenary king.

The blows collide and create ripples.

In the fierce battle between the best forces of each force, the western mercenaries kept their distance and focused only on the siege.

“Phew.”

Exhale three times.

Cain, who had suddenly pulled the magic sword inside his body, performed the jockey ritual.

<Wall Ring>

A thorn of magical power that pours out as a magical orb explodes at the tip of the sword.

“Huh, this isn’t magic, it’s a skill.”

The mercenary king threw himself forward without hesitation and rolled violently on the ground, causing a diagonal slash to protect himself.

A look covered in sweat and dirt.

There was no need to save face in a battlefield where swords and spears were flying around.

Phew.

The mercenary king rushed in with his upper body extremely bent down and his center of gravity lowered. At the same time, he took out three small containers from his bosom and threw them high into the air.

Flash───!

A blast of lightning and a loud noise temporarily obscures sight and sound in the surrounding area.

As the red swords rushed in under that light and brushed Cain three times, the protective shield of [Innocence Robe] failed to hold out and collapsed once again.

Kagagagagak.

The mercenary king, with his eyes closed, spoke while locking swords with Cain.

“It seems that the shield of the robe regenerates at roughly four-minute intervals. To be honest, it’s incredibly annoying. Being forced to wait is never a pleasant experience…. But I don’t feel wronged. Isn’t war inherently unfair? As long as you win, that’s it.”

He twisted the corner of his mouth, reached out with his left hand, and grabbed Cain's shoulder.

As soon as the brace of both hands disappeared, the demon sword crushed the mercenary king's sword and bent part of the armor protecting the mount.

Bam!

Ignoring the pressure, the mercenary king threw back his head and kicked with all his might.

“……!”

A ticklish nose.

Of course, Cain barely nodded, but it was expected.

Suddenly.

The mercenary king did not stop there, but broke the container hidden under his tongue and spat out the fine sand powder inside.

It is non-toxic.

If he's not careful, even the King of Mercenaries himself could become addicted.

This is just one of the means.

“Big.”

Cain turned his face reflexively.

The mercenary king, who did not miss him, bent his knees as much as possible and raised his sword elastically.

At that moment.

Kkwaddudduk!

Cain avoided the sword strike by kicking the mercenary king's torso with his foreleg, and then extended his sword energy using his magic sword to cut the opponent's chest.

Cain stepped back and regained his sight.

The mercenary king groaned softly and caressed the straight slit in his armor.

“Did you increase the output of your magical power to the limit in that split second? In some ways, it seems to have a higher basic usability than Ki… But there’s something else I don’t understand.”

The mercenary king turned his gaze towards the scene of a siege battle where blood was spraying.

“You could have pressured me by killing the mercenaries around you, but why didn’t you do that and instead waste your concentration? The West and the North. Aren’t we enemies now? There’s no reason to hesitate to kill. This is a place classified as a conflict zone even in the Land of No Man, so there’s no moral blame to be had.”

“…….”

Cain admires heroes.

That's why even those close to Rayshen felt uncomfortable hunting the weak.

So, how can they commit such brutal massacres in this war that was concluded by agreement without any anger or hatred towards the West?

I don't feel like it.

If it is absolutely necessary for the sake of Society or Unia, then I don't know───Cain holds the power of choice right now.

Cain raised the magic sword.

“It’s my heart.”

“You’re young, judging by the way you choose your means. But what would happen if you were cornered?”

The mercenary king revealed it.

“Considering the northern response so far, they probably have some kind of magic item or artifact that can transmit messages from a distance. We have the same. That’s why the advance of the troops sent to the other two fortresses has already stopped…….”

He pointed to the rear.

“I called in the fleet secretly.”

The hull is about half exposed inside the clouds.

A group of medium-sized flying boats are approaching, damaged by the East and in need of repair.

Looking at the condition, it seems like they just took appropriate measures and sent it to the front lines.

“……Didn’t you clearly say that it was a ground war without aircraft?”

“Deception is an essential element of war. Well, as you can see, it is true that we have recklessly deployed flying machines.”

The sword of silence spun around.

“Anyway, there are about six minutes left until Fort Derkadil comes within the bombing range of the flying boats. It has enough power to destroy the defense shields of the Defensia, so even the brave fugitives will die quite a bit. If you’re unlucky, Liam Arlane will be the same. So, what would you do?”

Cain's role remains unchanged.

“I’ll just subdue you and end the competition.”

“Haha, that’s a truly youthful answer. I don’t know if that’s possible though.”

The two people's appearances became blurred.

Sparks flew out one after another from them as they ran through the center of the battlefield.

A short-term showdown.

In fact, it was not only Cain who wanted this, but the mercenary king as well.

'Cain, this wizard's adaptability far exceeds my expectations.'

Not only is he predicting the judgment based on psychological warfare, which is the specialty of the Mercenary King, but he is also showing off various techniques focused on actual combat, and he has become accustomed to it without realizing it.

A long war is unfavorable.

Of course, the Mercenary King had won the competition and had no intention of throwing cold water on the plans the South was carrying out.

Because the ruler has decided so.

However, the stubbornness of an old man who still did not put down his sword was an expression of his desire to prove that he was not old yet.

1 minute has passed.

Kaaaaaaang!

A metallic sound resonates.

Cain with his power from the front, the Mercenary King with his skill and unique coping skills.

Each of them clashed with all their might.

2 minutes have passed.

Cain struck the mercenary king down from above.

Next, he took a big step forward and kicked his knee with momentum. The mercenary king, whose face was bleeding from the brush, dug inside.

Kwaaaaang!

He struck me in the stomach with the hilt of the knife.

He immediately displayed his skills and delivered another shock. The protective shield of the [Innocent Robe] that had been regenerating collapsed once again.

3 minutes have passed.

The mercenary king grabbed the chain from the mercenary next to him, bound Cain's sword, and pulled him towards him.

They both blocked each other's blows by swinging their swords, and with nimble movements, they each extended their fists and legs to strike each other in the face.

4 minutes have passed.

“Ugh, ugh…….”

After giving it his all and dividing the sum hundreds of times, the Mercenary King began to tire.

20s and 50s.

There was an unbridgeable gap in physical strength between a man heading into his physical prime and a man whose physical strength had been declining for a long time.

However, the Mercenary King, while covered in wounds and focused on defense, did not stop counterattacking. He swung his sword towards the neck and struck the area near the heart.

Cain clenched his teeth to suppress the pain and spun around, swinging his elbow. The impact of the magical power that penetrated the gap in his armor fractured two of the mercenary king’s ribs.

Five minutes passed like that.

The distance has widened.

Cain, who sensed that it was time to produce results, unleashed his magic. The magical power that had been unleashed at an unusual output was completely absorbed by the magic sword, Cretima.

A halo of light rising from the blade.

Cain, who had created a cool current of air, shot out like an electric current.

However, when you try to use powerful techniques in a time-critical situation, previously unseen vulnerabilities are bound to be revealed.

'It's now.'

The mercenary king took a deep breath, activated his sudden attack, and rushed towards them, unleashing his hidden secret weapon without hesitation.

Shiyeok

A counterattack technique that accepts the shock transmitted from an opponent's attack and utilizes it as an instantaneous physical ability.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Two people crossed paths.

They passed each other like that and stopped, applying the brakes with their legs.

A few seconds of silence.

Thud.

The mercenary king shed his sword.

The drops of blood on the blade soaked the ruined ground.

“I’m still active.”

[Flawless Robe] Blood spreads from inside.

Soon, blood spurted out from his shoulders, sides, and shoulders. Cain staggered and landed on the ground with his sword.

At that moment, the mercenary king laughed in vain.

“Still, he looks old.”

… … Thud.

The shattered armor fell.

His wrists were broken and his organs were shaken. The dark sword fell powerlessly from his trembling fingertips and rolled on the ground.

The mercenary king turned his gaze back.

Cain, who had come closer without anyone noticing, placed his magic sword in front of the mercenary king's neck.

“If you don’t give up this competition right now, I’ll kill you.”

He is breathing hard and is still bleeding from his wounds, but he appears to be doing well.

It really can't help but be a scary place.

And above all, those determined eyes… … Inside them, a sharp murderous intent that had never been seen before was flashing eerily.

But it still enforces its own will.

“As expected, young people grow really quickly.”

The mercenary king raised his hand.

“I surrender.”

The Western leader admitted defeat.

However, there was no need to quickly stop the siege, as attention was already focused on the battle between Cain and the Mercenary King.

North, West, East.

This three-way battle over a large mine ended with the North's victory.

* * *

The eastern army, which was the first to drop out of the competition, returned home, leaving behind the dead Cheolph and the hostage Kardic.

Only two of the four lords were in the luxurious carriage.

“I can’t… I can’t back down like this!”

Torren was furious.

The advance of the North, which had unexpected power, and the mercenary king who played around slyly.

It was so frustrating to suddenly have to deal with two forces, but there was another reason why the two people were angry.

“It is customary to take hostages when capturing the enemy’s top commander! How can you assassinate him so brutally! How can you tolerate this!”

He sent Grimnax to assassinate Liam, but his conscience was not pricked.

Of course, it failed, and it was Count Ceolf who instigated it.

“I agree.”

Hedowar chewed the inside of his cheek.

“The North has crossed a line that should not be crossed. If we do not repay this, we will be in a terrible state. It is right to retaliate, whether it is a five-year ban on war or something else.”

“That’s what I’m trying to say. Marquis Gerdom also heard the news and summoned all the High Lords, so he must be thinking the same as us…! Liam, if we cut off that sly brat, all the High Lords will be relieved.”

At that, Torren swallowed.

“But… what if the meeting holds us responsible for our defeat in the competition? Is there a way to get out of it?”

“Don’t worry. Isn’t it Cheolph who came forward as the representative? Since Cheolph took the losses from the competition and died, we’ll be fine. They’ll be busy confiscating the property Cheolph left behind. And isn’t the Grand Master the one who is most responsible for not being able to protect Cheolph?”

“Oh, right. Now that I hear it, we won’t be in any trouble. I feel relieved.”

Knock knock, knock knock.

A carriage drawn by a warhorse races down the road.

Soon, Toren and Hedwar arrived at Margrave Gerdom's castle, straightened their clothes, and walked calmly.

The conference room door is tightly closed.

Gulp.

The two people swallowed their saliva with nervous faces and forced themselves into the conference room.

… … But the first thing that greeted me was not the angry expressions of the great lords. It was the smell of blood that was so strong it paralyzed my sense of smell.

"……ah?"

Torren stared blankly ahead.

The eight remaining lords sat quietly in their respective seats, dressed in familiar, aristocratic attire and accessories… … but no matter how hard I looked, all I could see were their torsos.

There is no head.

The table where the food was placed was covered with uncured blood.

“What, what is this?”

At that moment, a shadow appeared from behind.

A warrior hired by the East.

Only then did Hedowar come to his senses and hurriedly squeeze out a sound.

“A, A Great Warrior! The Great Lords now! No, hurry and protect us……!”

Crunch.

A huge sword slashes across.

Hedowar and Toren, who were beheaded in one blow, hesitated, then fell backwards with red blood spurting from the cross-section of their necks.

The great warrior said.

“With this, all the great lords in the east are dead. But what are we going to do with the great lords held hostage in the north?”

“It’s none of my business.”

A giant figure emerged from the shadows. Its appearance was reminiscent of a black tiger.

He looked down at the great warrior, holding a thick piece of homemade tobacco in his mouth.

“That wasn’t in the contract. The only thing the South asked us to do was kill all the Great Lords and their closest knights in the East.”

“To be exact, the content would have been to kill all the great lords of the ‘east.’”

“Don’t be so annoyed by the weakling who missed the northern wizard who infiltrated the plane. It’s your fault for not killing him before he became a hostage. I’ll allow you to do one of two things. Either keep quiet or pay the extra money.”

“……Weak?”

The great warrior bare his fangs and took hold of his sword.

For someone born with extraordinary physical abilities, being called weak was very unfamiliar.

“Try it. If you look closely, it looks like tearing apart a savage’s body would be quite enjoyable.”

Regardless, Suin did not stop looking at him with contempt.

That was clearly a contempt for the weak.

The conflict was on the verge of eruption.

An old man with a neat appearance came in from outside and broke up the fight.

“Stop it. The South has already heard the news and made a decision. They said they will handle the hostage, Lord Cardrick, on their own. So your contract with the South is fulfilled. They said they will send the balance by tomorrow.”

Phew.

Suin exhaled smoke.

“Tell them that if we are even a little late, we will all die.”

The Black Tiger's Guardian───One of the four powers of the Central Continent, the 'Black Beast', left the room filled with corpses with heavy footsteps.

Suddenly, the sound disappeared.

Only after the heavy air had completely dissipated did the great warrior put down his sword.

“Now the great lord of the East is on the verge of disappearing, and his place will be taken by those who have betrayed the East, like you, the great warrior who was persuaded from the South. It is literally like turning the East into a different force that is not participating in the competition.”

Now, just like the Black Beast, it is the turn of the old man hired from the South───'Broker' to step forward.

“I guess we should head towards the arbitration area soon.”

The contract for the competition will be re-edited to suit the South's taste.

If there are no variables.

* * *

A thick hand held the piece of stone.

He stroked it calmly, then split it open with his fist and examined the inside carefully, then moved his gaze to slowly look around the scenery.

“Is this the place called No Man’s Land? Hmm, of course it’s not as good as the volcanic zone, but it’s much better than I’ve heard. It’s an environment where various types of minerals can be dormant.”

“So, what are your thoughts?”

“Well… is it okay?”

Gharun rubbed the tip of his nose.

Judging by the slight smile on his lips, he seems to like his new home.

“That’s fortunate.”

Finally, Verden and Alpha returned to the uninhabited lands with new inhabitants.