Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 508

Episode 508: Chapter of Persuasion (4)

A shock that shakes the whole body.

A pain that digs deep into the lungs.

A strange wave that dissipates the magical power that forms resistance.

“?!!”

Osgar, who was hit by the crimson lightning, could not bear it any longer and flew away, exhaling all his breath, crashing hard into a moderately raised hill.

A loud noise erupted belatedly, and silence soon descended. The sage of power who had disappeared into the mound of dirt had not yet appeared.

[The magician… …?]

Melad showed his bewilderment at the sight of Archlich.

Verden is an elemental magician.

The actions up to now, including the duel with Cain and Junia, speak for themselves. Having actually seen it, there was absolutely no room for doubt.

But what about crimson lightning?

Of course, it shows the characteristics of the high-level elemental attribute called Lightning series… … but it is definitely different. I can say that for sure. There is a fundamental difference.

That's why I don't understand.

The fundamentals of magic, which are developed through common sense and magical body and enlightenment, are unchanging.

It's the same even if you awaken.

Even after Dahit Wesroel became a transcendent being, the specific concepts that Madou held only expanded, strengthened, and became clearer, but its inherent nature did not change.

Then what is this magical phenomenon that cannot be judged by Melad's knowledge?

Phew.

At that time, Verden approached Melad.

[?!]

She reflexively swung her staff made of water hard. Water droplets separated from it and scattered into the air.

<Waves of Spirit>

In an instant, the bellflowers grew in volume and poured down like huge waves.

A unique magic that contains a curse that disrupts the senses, as befitting a water-based magic mixed with black magic.

but.

<Arcane──Jeong>

The blade of destruction extending from the orb of Interis cut through the waves with a single stroke. It was not just splitting them, it was shattering them into pieces.

In an instant, Verden closed the distance and concentrated his seething magical power into his fingertips.

Phew!

Melad's temporary body exploded from the inside and collapsed, scattering water and bone fragments that had formed the Arkreach.

Next, next.

<Transition>

Since he was an undead anyway, Verden neutralized Melad without touching him and moved through space to appear within arm's reach of the Guardian Sage.

Medrant immediately created a shield of magical power, overlapping it to protect the front. The curved cross-section partially reflects external impact, amplifying the recoil suffered by the opponent.

Of course, that's all.

Kwajijijik!

The magical shield, which was formed with a special trait and magic and boasted resistance comparable to the walls of a large city, was shattered despite its appearance.

Medrant's eyes widened.

'Six layers of magic shield in one move… … .'

Even though he was a transcendent being, the blow just before didn't seem that heavy.

'No, it's not a simple matter of physical strength.'

It's not the total amount of impact force that occurred, but the nature of the crimson magic that causes it. I don't know what it is, but it seems like if you touch it, your tissues will be destroyed.

This means that the resistance of an object can be arbitrarily destroyed.

"this……!"

As Medrant stepped back, he created several magic shields at regular intervals.

If exposed to that magic, it would only be a matter of time before it would be destroyed no matter how many layers there were, so the goal is to hinder Verden's movements as much as possible to prevent its approach.

A correct judgment, worthy of the title.

However, the gap between the two was significant for them to fully realize their ideas.

Verden approached smoothly, <flying> and erasing the magic shields one by one. His speed was faster than Medrant's resistance.

The eyes of the devil flickered.

<Momentium>

Kwaaaaaaaang!

“Big!!”

Medrant, who fell vertically under enormous pressure, gritted his teeth and covered his entire body with a thin protective shield. With the impact, the ground split open and dust rose up.

Verden tilted his head as he looked down at Medrant.

“The shock amount has been reduced by more than half. Is it an artifact?”

“I am also the master of the Magic Tower. How could I not be properly equipped with even one weapon? Even if it is a 7th-tier magic, it would be shameful to be defeated in one blow.”

Even though it is the lowest, the status and financial power of the Ostea Tower cannot be ignored. There are many opportunities to access information about various weapons across the continent.

In fact, it was he who gave the artifacts to Yunia and Cain, and also brought numerous magic items for the Society.

“I see. But holding on a little longer won’t mean much.”

“Of course, this is not all.”

Suddenly Medrant bent his wrist upward. There was a small mirror in his hand.

Ostea Matap has been exploring ancient times and ruins for a long time. In the process, he sometimes finds special items.

This was one of the reasons why other towers could not ignore the power of the Ostea Tower.

“Reflect, reflect.”

A softly whispered slogan.

The moment the ancient artifact, [Mirror of Representation], was activated, a desolate desert appeared within the mirror facing the entire Rages Plateau.

… … !

Suddenly, my body's balance was shaken.

<Flight> has become so unstable that even the Transcendent cannot control it.

Irresistible.

Verden, who had fallen from the air without a trace, lightly stepped onto the ground.

"……what?"

As I observed my entire body, I noticed a strange sensation that I had never felt before.

Medrant said.

“This ancient artifact called [Mirror of Representation] can project the characteristics of the environment it previously reflected onto any location.”

Simply put, if you can save the winter, it's possible to make it snow in the summer.

However, Medrant did not capture that kind of weather, but rather a very special terrain.

“Now this is a desert of silence.”

The Silent Desert, a vast unexplored area between the Western and Central Continents.

Flying is not possible there.

Even the probability of successful spatial movement is greatly reduced because the spatial coordinates are irregular.

“A desert of silence… If it goes on like this, we won’t be able to cast <Flight> on each other?”

“It was a necessary sacrifice. We couldn’t keep up with your mobility anyway. In the end, we have a slight advantage over before. It’s just a shame that the elemental magic countermeasures we prepared with great effort are almost useless.”

“You’ve prepared a lot. Considering how late you were in deciding to fight a magic battle.”

“Isn’t a magician someone who prepares?”

Verden nodded, agreeing with Medrant's thoughts.

“So, is that all?”

“Of course not.”

Kuung!

Osgar crawled out of the pit, having reversed gravity and blown away the pile of dirt. One of his eyes was bloodshot and there was blood on his mouth and nose.

"hmm!"

He held the bridge of his nose and snorted.

The blood that had been pooled inside flowed out and soaked the messy ground.

“You got hit hard because you were flustered. This is the first time I’ve been in this state with just one blow since I challenged the Transcendent One of the Empire. So, regardless of when you awakened, that means you’ve already become something like that.”

The smell of blood flowing from inside the mouth woke Osgar up.

“For now, I don’t know what your new power is… but roughly speaking, I think it’s a special ‘magic power’ that contains lightning. Can you explain that much to me?”

Verden had no intention of telling anyone about the second magic yet. To explain it in detail would require telling them about the power source.

It's premature.

It would be a good idea to reveal this after the Bohemian Tower is destroyed.

Still, there was no need to reject even such a partial question.

“It is true that it is a branch of magic.”

“I see. I see. I guess I can see a solution.”

I gathered Osgar's magical power.

His magic <Final Battle>, to be exact, comes from the magic circuit.

The recoil is the intangible force that is accumulated in the magic circuit from the impact you inflict and the damage you suffer.

And thanks to the shock that almost made me lose my mind, I have gathered more strength than necessary.

Osgar activated his unique magic.

<Over-concentration>

Kkwudduk.

All magical powers strengthened by the Magic Sword of the Final Battle were concentrated on controlling magical power. The flow of magical power circuits was clearly visible over the skin.

A sudden increase in control.

Now, Osgar can manipulate magical power down to the smallest units that are invisible to the eye.

That only implies one thing.

“You want to try to control my magic?”

“I don’t think it’ll work out as planned. You just don’t know until you try.”

Osgar laughed heartily.

Immediately afterwards, a splash of water appeared nearby, and Melad's Arch Lich appeared.

Verden succeeded in regenerating even though his body was destroyed.

[I told you. Even if this body is destroyed, I won't hesitate… … I didn't know it would be so merciless though.]

Melad thumped the staff on the ground.

Tsk tsk tsk.

A drought has come upon the vast land upon which Verden stands.

Moisture seeping from the weakened ground forms two huge arms, and the bones of animals buried in the ground of the plateau become intertwined to form the skeleton.

On either side of Melad stood a giant undead arm made of water.

Front, back, side.

The wise men from three different directions surrounded Verden.

This time, Verden started first.

Phage crackle!

The thunderbolt of destruction released from Verden's Interis pierced through the straight line. Osgar exerted all his magical power control.

Intense magical power waves.

This slightly distorted the trajectory of destruction, and then distorted the point of impact.

“Haha! It does reach!”

The prospect of proving one's magic against the Transcendent One came with great excitement.

All three wise men did so.

Flight is impossible.

All conditions are equal.

The magic war resumed on the ground.

* * *

Everyone watching from the hill couldn't take their eyes off of it for even a moment.

The wise men who actively open up their own magic and struggle with diverse magic, and the transcendent ones who face them alone and overwhelm them closely.

For most of us, it was our first time seeing such a grand magical battle up close.

Grave, who was watching the fierce battle with them, muttered quietly.

“……Transcendent.”

Memories come flooding back.

The unforgettable nightmare of Dahit came to mind.

A rebellion that began the day before the current leader of the Black Hour was to step down and Dahith Wesroel, a co-disciple of the original members, was to ascend to the throne as the new leader.

Dahit overthrew Black Hour with a secretly formed force. Even if he had just stayed still for a day, he would have become the leader.

The magicians of Black Hour were killed in an unexpected surprise attack. The guests from outside who came to attend the retirement and coronation ceremonies were also killed without being able to properly resist.

Although they belatedly gathered forces and confronted them, the situation was irreversible.

Who would have thought that Dahit was hiding the realm of transcendence?

That overwhelming power.

In a massacre that could not be resisted, one of the original members was killed by traitors, and the current leader of Black Hour, indignant at this, showed his full power and was destroyed by Dahit.

And the terrible memory of the four original members lying wounded and broken in battle, each fatally injured, in return for standing up to Dahit.

A scream is heard.

The scream echoes.

Grave, whose wounds from defeat were stinging, broke out in a cold sweat.

Then he looked at the strange transcendent being that was designated as his new successor in the distance.

“……Strong.”

It feels more intimidating than the Dahit of the past that I would not have dared to face.

Suddenly I turned my head.

The [Eternal Hourglass] that Melad had placed on the small table was reflected in his eyes.

A symbol of Black Hour that was successfully taken over by Dahit, who had become more accustomed to the realm of transcendence after many years.

I got goosebumps.

“Can it be reversed?”

Dead people don't come back.

One thing that might be able to bring back is the black hour in my memories.

I was reminded of a future I had given up on, thinking I would never be able to achieve it while I was alive.

That was when.

Phew!

The magic war is coming to an end.

<Delation>

Medrant, having figured out Verden's magical nature, improvised and divided the magical barrier into dozens of small magical shields.

The path that each of Verden's body parts, such as the elbows, hands, knees, and heels, would take was roughly predicted and thoroughly blocked with obstacles.

Verden narrowed his eyes.

'It's quite a troublesome magic.'

Breaking it is simple, but the process itself delays action by a tiny bit.

When such moments accumulate one by one, it becomes extremely annoying.

With Medrant's assistance in the background, Osgar was shot straight ahead.

He took a strong step forward, focusing powerful gravity on the staff's head.

<Destruction>

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Curving gravitational waves.

Osgar didn't stop.

“Haaaaaap!”

Top. Top. Bottom. Stop.

The Transcendent and the Sage of Power crossed paths four times.

The aftermath of destruction spreads every time.

Osgar, whose body was accumulating burdens, stumbled and groaned.

After controlling the flow of the spear of destruction flying diagonally while on the verge of death, I fell to one knee as my eyes became dizzy.

Melad filled that void.

Kuuuung!

Two giant undead hands pressed hard against Verden from the left and right. The cursed water prison formed a temporary seal.

"now!"

Osgar and Medrant, judging that this was a golden opportunity, moved simultaneously.

<Great Fire>

<Hulmeric>

The vast flames of the 6th-tier concentrated magic instantly covered the cold sphere containing Verden like a blanket.

And then the magic curtain of Medrant covers it again and compresses it.

Bubbling, bubbling.

The temperature is rising rapidly.

The interior of the enclosed space was filled with boiling water and steam.

The density is increasing even more, as if they are thinking of just blowing it up.

'Experience cannot be ignored.'

Verden lit up the walls.

<Arcane──Time>

A crimson storm spread out all at once, blowing away the entire surrounding area. All the magics the sages had linked up were destroyed.

Verden stared at the gathered wise men, their faces apart.

Osgar's body was pushed to its limits after facing Verden head-on.

Medrant's magical precision is noticeably reduced.

Melad's magical power was noticeably depleted due to repeated regeneration.

I have seen the power of the wise men enough.

“Let’s end it here.”

Verden activates the magic eye. Gray magic draws a constellation.

The constellation, Alhena.

As the third star of the Holy Spirit's magic was activated, the night sky spread over the Rages Plateau. Countless stars twinkled in the pitch-black darkness.

thud.

Verden touched the ground with his Interis.

Countless flowing stars, meteor shower.

All the stars in the celestial realm fell vertically. Indiscriminate bombing from all directions except the corner where the main body of Melad was located.

There is nowhere to run.

Especially in situations where <Flight> cannot be used.

“Phew.”

Osgar looked up and saw the approaching stars.

“I expected it, but this magical power really has no end.”

“Even in the past, the total amount of magical power was enough to overwhelm all of us… Now, even the transcendent beings of the current magical world may not be comparable.”

“I’m so glad that we were connected by fate and not by evil.”

The three people let out a sigh and poured out all the power they had.

A huge pillar of fire rose up violently, powered by reverse gravity.

A thick barrier of magical power protected the three.

The undead's arms, made of water, turned into fluid and wrapped around the barrier from the outside.

yet.

───!

There was an explosion of light.

A powerful earthquake shook the plateau and a tremendous flash of light erupted.

How much time has passed?

As the shock of the meteor shower completely died down, the Alhenas that had filled the sky gradually dispersed and disappeared.

Yunia opened her mouth.

“What…… happened?”

It was at that time that I had to strain my eyes because I couldn't see well because of the dust.

Verden walked out.

“He’s not seriously injured, but he seems to be having trouble moving, perhaps because he used up a lot of magic power. Go and help him.”

No one failed to understand what that meant.

Ta-da-da-dak!

Yunia and Cain ran out first, and the wizards of the Society, including Ethan, Rebecca, Hares, and Ophea, quickly followed behind.

As a result, only Adrian, Isabella, and the six remnants of Black Hour who had been distracted by the magic battle and were slow to react were left on the hill.

Thud, thud.

Verden walked up the hill.

There was nothing I could do because the effect of the artifact that Medrant had activated did not disappear.

“Thank you for your hard work, my lord.”

“Go ahead, isn’t it cool?”

Verden shrugged his shoulders at the two people's welcome. Then, as if nothing had happened, he retrieved the [Eternal Hourglass] and turned around.

There were six defeated soldiers from Black Hour there, blankly staring at me.

Verden said.

“Black Hour will shed its reputation as a group of death wizards and regain its original reputation that you desire. Because I promised it.”

“……!”

Alderney swallowed his breath.

In the shuddering silence, Graves spoke cautiously.

“Really, can you… kill Dahit Westroel?”

“The first match ended in a draw, but in reality, I was pushed in the magic match.”

but.

“Dahit dies in the second game.”

Verden asserted.

The preparations are complete.

By now, Dahit has almost fully recovered from the injuries he received from his magic circuit, so it is time to formalize the war for Black Hour's usurpation.

Of course, this would require a dialogue between the past Black Hour and the present Black Hour.

It's time to ask Dahit for a meeting.

* * *

The Great Hall of Black Hour.

Good news has arrived in a place where there has been nothing but bad news recently.

“Please, just spare my life!!”

The reason and basis for Bohemian Tower Lord Balok Besias to confirm that Black Hour was the culprit who caused the tower's power source to go out of control.

The spy of Black Hour who was sent to the Bohemian Tower… … He disappeared after the power source went out of control and was finally brought to the Great Hall after more than two years.

Kuung.

The giant door opened.

“Finally caught it.”

After recovering, a vein appeared on the forehead of the dark moon, Dahit Wesroel.