Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 506

Episode 506: Chapter of Persuasion (2)

If you want to know someone, look around them.

'As expected, Lee Ja is the person closest to the new successor.'

Grave Rudworth took a quick look at the man standing one step ahead of him.

An overall ferocious face with a small scar over the left eye.

He is tall.

He is also quite physically fit.

The dark blue robe covering the outside is obviously not ordinary at first glance; it is likely an artifact or a similar magic item.

The leather armor visible inside, although without any magical effects, is clearly made of demonic material and has high resistance.

'I don't feel any magical power at all. It doesn't seem like he's hiding his realm. Is he a swordsman and not a magician?'

By the way, that's quite a feat.

It felt like he was at least a national-level power. His pure intuition, honed through a difficult life, whispered to me.

The only thing that was questionable was that the sword worn by the inspector in front of him didn't look all that impressive.

Compared to the level.

It's not at all strange to possess an artifact, it's almost as if you have no choice but to have a makeshift weapon.

and.

'That wizard also seems to be in a similar position to this inspector.'

Grave's glance shifted slightly, and he caught sight of a beautiful woman with dark green hair, observing the situation with her arms crossed.

At least 6th level or higher.

It seems likely that these two will be the two arms supporting Black Hour's new successor.

In fact, they were the ones who showed strong signs of displeasure when they were asked to prove their successor.

'What an unexpected combination.'

From the beginning, Black Hour was a magic research group──naturally, only those who pursued magic could belong to it.

But the fact that an outsider so confidently exists next to the new successor leads to a certain conclusion.

'Unlike Dahit, that successor does not have roots in Black Hour.'

Graves was convinced.

'I have my own power.'

Judging by the fact that they are accompanied by at least two strong people who are estimated to be at least national level power, it is definitely not a small scale.

It will also have its own purpose.

Even though he is a descendant of Harkan, the fact that he built his power individually without using Black Hour as a base means that he has established his own system.

Just as Black Hour was created for the study of magic.

And that purpose… …is probably because the original members and other comrades of Black Hour accepted it.

'At least, like Dahit, there will be no betrayal without understanding the dark intentions. Of course, that's something that Melad and Cayman would have definitely made clear.'

Even though it may be difficult to admit now, if we trust everyone and watch slowly, there may come a day when the six defeated soldiers will follow us.

Despite knowing this, Graves took action immediately.

A leader is the head and center of a group, not an individual.

To closely evaluate such a being, we must look around.

Those closest to him inevitably had to reflect at least some of the leader's abilities and heart.

'I don't know about the wizard, but the prosecutor's loyalty seems deep… … .'

I don't plan on ending it here.

Now that it's on fire, shouldn't it burn out at least once?

“We are the ones who have to prove it… Yes, that’s not wrong. One side is nothing but an old defeated soldier, and the other side is a young new successor. I agree.”

Graves threw the cigarette aside.

The embers of the thing struck the ground and declared,

“Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Melad.”

Grave bent his right wrist.

Kiying, the sharp dagger hidden in the sleeve popped its head out, crying.

He grabbed him and stabbed the man in the head without hesitation.

The coming frost.

As the man, Adrian, followed the line formed by the sword with only his gaze without moving, Verden, who was behind him, spoke softly.

“Do whatever you want.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Only after receiving the order did Adrian react.

He lowered his stance, spinning around to lower Grave's dagger that was just about to touch his skin, and drew his sword like a flash. It was a suitable substitute borrowed from Verden's subspace.

The tip of the sword hilt extended diagonally and crashed into Grave's abdomen.

Wow!

A metallic sound echoed.

Grave's eyes twitched as he blocked the counterattack with a small sword slightly longer than a dagger that he had pulled out from his left sleeve just before, and was pushed back.

'fast.'

I remembered that feature clearly and exhaled softly.

He activated the magical circuits of his entire body. He simultaneously activated the magic that he had already calculated in his head.

<Physical Amplification>

<Protection>

<Hamil's Armor>

Triple casting combining 5th and 6th tier magic.

In addition to enhancing physical abilities, physical resistance… especially resistance to critical hits has been increased.

Then, with the 6th level of magic, <Intention>, the performance of all magic spells cast on you will be strengthened by one level.

Even if it had been prepared from the moment the cigarette was smoked, the casting speed was surprising.

This was the result of repeated effort rather than talent.

Graves took up his position.

“You should give up the idea that wizards are weak in close combat.”

“Don’t give me advice. I know better than you.”

Adrian gathered his energy.

Crossing gazes.

The former Central Continent's four powers and the former Black Hour's top executives clashed.

* * *

Black Hour was intended for magical research, but as the force grew stronger, situations naturally arose where force was needed.

Each time, the first one to step forward was a man named Grave Rudworth.

'Still the same.'

Alderney, who realized Grave's intentions, felt nostalgic and watched the fierce battle between the two for a moment.

A sight where black magic and magic intersect.

It wasn't a case of taking it for granted, but it was a fierce battle in many ways.

'A swordsman who handles purple energy. I don't know much about that field, so I don't know much about it… '

Alderis turned his head slightly and glanced at the two old wizards sitting close to Melard.

I secretly knew their true identities, which were clearly revealed without any intention of hiding them.

'That's right.'

Osgar Pargan, former war lord of the Arnak Empire.

Current Ostea Matapju, Medrant Keden.

I can confirm this without having seen it in person.

Aldernis, a wizard who experienced the same era as those two, had known many famous people in the magic world since long ago.

It was partly to read the flow of the magical world, and partly as a personal hobby.

So the question is.

'Why is Lord Melad with the Tower Master and the War Lord?'

It's just a guess, but could it be that Aldenis himself received assistance from those two, just as he received assistance from the headmaster of the academy?

As far as he knew, there was no close connection between Black Hour, the Empire, and the Tower.

'And also───'

Alderney secretly looked at the faces of the people gathered here.

Most of them were unfamiliar faces, but four were different.

First, a man and a woman who look like twins.

'Cain and Junia.'

Rumored beings who recently defeated Melconi Bloud, a member of the Volcanic Island's Magic Tower and Andranov, and the Mercenary King in a competitive battle that occurred in the disputed area of the Land of No Man's Land.

It was not common to see two magicians with such similar appearances walking together, so it was difficult to recognize them.

And the woman with dark green hair.

‘Hmm, I’ve seen that face somewhere… … .’

I'm not sure.

I just feel a sense of urgency. That's all for now.

He quickly looked away and finally focused his gaze on the most important person.

The man designated as Black Hour's new successor, his physical characteristics.

'Could it be… …Are you talking about Asher, the so-called divine being of the Eastern Continent?'

King of Loafra.

Dragon Slayer.

The de facto ruler of the northern part of the Land of No Man.

Asher's reputation in the current magical world is well known.

As I walk down the hallways of the academy, I hear students talking about things.

Occasionally, requests to invite Asher as a one-day elemental physics professor come in, causing headaches for other professors.

A young and powerful magician.

As always, the appearance of a genius wizard becomes a hot topic.

'I can't even feel it.'

Alderney sighed inwardly.

What is the reason why so many of the most renowned figures in the magical world have gathered here?

Why is it that the first members, knowing so well about Dahit's strength, are so confident that they will be able to recapture Black Hour?

When did the divinity of the Eastern Continent become Harkan's predecessor?

Alderney raised his head.

'Harkan, there is still so much I don't know.'

An idol who readily answered all kinds of complicated and diverse questions, who even thought about problems together when neither of them knew what to do, and who sometimes looked at the stars and read their fortunes.

The past never comes back.

The emptiness left by Harkan's absence, which had been like a light in the darkness, suddenly struck me.

* * *

Adrian's sword.

Grave's dagger and short sword.

Adrian's swordsmanship, which was difficult to follow with the eyes, was countered by Grave with the greater number of variables and unpredictable movements that could be created with his twin swords.

Chaechaechaeng───!

Three blades collided one after another. Sparks flew out between them. It was as if three people were swinging swords.

Then the gap is clear.

Sigh.

A gust of wind passes through the robe.

As my nerves were distracted, a sound from the front suddenly appeared behind me.

Without even turning his head, he blocked the sword strike by covering his back with the sword in his left hand, but the follow-up attack was an exception.

Boom!

Adrian grabbed the nape of his opponent's neck with one hand and struck him in the left side with his knee.

As Grave, who had endured the blow with his resistance, swung his dagger, Adrian used the force against him and threw his entire body away.

Phew!

Then he caught up with Grave's flying speed and slashed his sword vertically.

The pressure that came rushing in.

Grave, who had defended by crossing his twin swords while holding them in reverse, quickly opened up some distance by performing a falling technique using <Flight>.

“Except for the Transcendent, this is a speed that is unparalleled by anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re not that impressive for a former high-ranking official of Black Hour.”

“As you get older, your blood starts to circulate more slowly.”

Grave Rudworth changed the momentum by taking up his sword.

<Madou <Madou>

A magical lineage of bestowal magic that dramatically reduces all physical and magical burdens on oneself for a certain period of time.

At first glance, it may not seem like anything special, but its usability varies greatly depending on one's abilities.

and.

Grave is a very rare wizard with an aptitude for space attributes.

<Transition>

6th tier space magic.

Adrian, who had witnessed the magic that Verden had used several times, reacted immediately. He shifted his center of gravity and struck down the short sword that appeared next to him.

That moment.

Grave, who had once again leaped through space with <Transfer>, disappeared.

'under……?'

The blade reflected in the sunlight cut through the air, but Grave was not there either.

Waves of space rippled everywhere. It was the aftereffect of continuous <transition>.

Even before Verden surpassed it, it was not used in actual combat due to recoil, but Grave is now being used indiscriminately.

This is the magical power that Grave pioneered.

A total of eight transfers continued without interruption, like a single line.

Soon, light began to shine from Grave's short sword that had taken over Adrian's blind spot, and the blade itself was infused with attributes.

The blade of space.

Of course, it was not comparable to the cutting power of the 7th-tier magic <Gongdan>, but it was certainly powerful.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The ground was sunken.

Adrian, who barely managed to minimize the impact by clashing with the crescent moon, escaped the dust and confronted Grave.

Grave said.

“I think this proves it.”

Adrian forcefully restrained the slightly trembling blade.

“Well, a little bit.”

Then Grave twisted the corner of his mouth.

“Then it’s your turn to prove it.”

“……!”

Paat.

The place where Grave, who had jumped through space twice, appeared was the empty space located behind Verden.

As I fell diagonally, I pulled my arms up and focused my strength on my fingertips.

“How dare you.”

Adrian, who was running at extreme speed, read the trajectory of <Flight> and fired a sword energy.

But Grave had something else in mind.

'It's now.'

As if it had been waiting, it stopped its own movements and changed direction strongly. The blade was aimed at Isabella, not Verden.

What matters is not who is stronger.

The goal is to find out who the new successor is close to, and at least what power they have.

Then Isabella stretched out her arm.

"what……."

Graves let out a voice.

If we continue to clash like this, her fingers will be cut off without a trace. I never intended to inflict such a serious injury from the beginning.

Grave, who had no other choice, immediately retrieved his sword and focused on evasion.

In the process, Isabella's fingers were caught firmly in his sleeve.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!

“Ugh?!!”

As you can see, Grave is falling at an incredible speed that is difficult to slow down due to <flight>.

You threw it with force?

I couldn't hide my bewilderment at the shock I had never expected.

Isabella cupped her hands together and aimed at Grave.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

The older brother's eyes flicker.

“No matter what, you’re trying to leave us alone. You’re being too greedy.”

The magic of erosion.

Chaos of the <Center of the Three Primary Colors>.

Brother An.

He formed a very small magical tumor in the fine moisture mixed in the air, and immediately extracted each magical property and recombined it into chaos.

<Icing>

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

The unique ice magic generated from the atmosphere itself by the magic circle in his left eye froze Grave in the blink of an eye.

Even the speed at which it was flying was frozen, and it was completely frozen in place.

There was no problem at the moment because all that was left was ice on the surface, but… … .

'What is this cold air?'

I feel the cold gradually breaking through my resistance and digging into my body.

Is it magic?

Grave, who instinctively sensed danger, immediately used all his strength to shatter the ice and escape.

At the same time, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the wind was heard behind me.

'It can't be avoided.'

Grave, thinking so, turned around, holding the dagger in his hand, and swinging the shortsword over it.

That was when.

“Let’s end it here.”

The Sage of Power, Osgar, intervened and blocked the two men's attacks with his staff.

Adrian furrowed his brows.

“It must be just the beginning.”

“Isn’t it enough to get started? Since we’re going to be on the same boat anyway, why bother getting hurt? Isn’t that right, both of you?”

A moment of silence.

“…….”

First, Grave put away his dagger and short sword and shook off the ice chips from his clothes.

Adrian, who had been glaring at him, clicked his tongue and sheathed his sword.

“Haha, that’s a good start.”

Osgar raised his voice when he saw that the two's momentum had completely died down.

“So what?”

Alderneys answered.

“That’s amazing. From my perspective, I can see that those two are among the strongest on the continent. However, if you ask me if they can stand up to Dahit, I’m skeptical. So I’ll ask.”

He pointed his gaze at Verden.

“The new successor is much stronger than them?”

“That’s right…… Even if I say that, it probably doesn’t feel real. Of course, you probably think that the fact that you were able to bring the [Eternal Hourglass] despite Dahit’s interference in the Great Hall was purely a result of luck. I’m not blaming you. That’s natural. I would have been the same.”

No matter how great it is, if it doesn't feel real, you can't shake off distrust. The surest way to resolve it is to make him accept the facts on his own.

Osgar shrugged.

“So what can we do? Verden, you have to step forward. Now is the time, since the mood is already heating up.”

“……?”

Verden tilted his head inwardly.

Because we never talked about it separately or promised anything in advance.

Regardless, Osgar aimed his staff at Verden.

“The three of us request a magic battle from you.”

It is a law of the world that seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times.

The wise men of society decided that it would be more reasonable to show everyone rather than just letting them know that they were transcendent beings.