Episode 208
EPISODE.104
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Whioooooooo-!
In the 7th Circle, the arrows of wind forged by a wizard who has reached the level of a superhuman exude their own noble spirit.
The tension was tense as if the string had been pulled to its full potential, the moment Russell let go of the magical string he was pulling.
Squirt, doo doo doo!
The bombing, as it was meant to be, began.
It is an arrow of wind that has the power to shatter and pierce not only beautiful trees but also rocks.
There is no way the undead, made up of corpses that have already rotted away, can survive.
The blown shock bolts fill the village and pierce the heads of the wandering dead.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr to.
Rattling, pounding─.
The undead that were hit directly fell in a row like dominoes.
One blow, one kill.
This happened before I even realized what was happening, let alone resisting.
Russell, who had cleared out a village’s worth of undead in an instant, walked slowly.
“… … .”
He looked around the village cautiously but without hiding his discomfort.
It may be highly unlikely, but it is to check if there are any surviving undead.
Rustling-.
A dry tree branch broke under his shoe, and Russell, who had finally checked all over the village, opened his mouth.
“It’s over.”
[You have completed the mission.]
[As compensation, you will receive a low-level magic stone (edible) x 2.]
You hear a notification.
“okay. Everyone must have slept comfortably. number… … ?!”
Muyaho jerked his head before speaking.
Then, like a wolf, it stuck its mouth forward and growled, exposing its sharp fangs.
Grrrr-.
“Why are you doing that? Muyaho.”
“c*ck. “There’s the smell of a corpse again.”
“There’s more?”
It was only a few minutes ago that all the undead in this village were defeated.
Therefore, it is natural that the smell of the dead still lingers here.
However, the smell of the corpse that Muyaho was talking about did not seem to be that.
‘Could it be another village?’
just as expected. Muyaho continued his words while glaring in one direction.
“At first, I thought it was just the smell coming from here. Now that I’ve come this far, I know for sure. “There are other places besides here where there are corpses.”
Russell’s face hardened at Muyaho’s words and he looked away. I unfolded it and checked the direction Muyaho was facing.
‘That direction… … ?!’
It was in the direction of a small baronial territory nearby.
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Baron.
Refers to a nobleman who belongs to the lowest rank among the Gonghubaekjanam (gonghubaekjanam).
No, strictly speaking, it should be said to be somewhere between nobles and commoners.
That’s because only barons in large cities or near the capital maintain the prestige befitting nobles.
The barons of small towns on the outskirts or in rural areas were in fact closer to the level of village chiefs who commanded villages rather than nobles.
However, what was certain was that the barony was managed by the state and boasted the largest size among the nearby villages, regardless of whether it was a village or not.
Perhaps the Atran Barony located here is no different.
Pat, pababat-.
As we jump over a low mountain, a village that must have been a baronial territory appears at the bottom of the mountain.
It was a fairly large village, so much so that it could be said to be several times the size of the logger village that was previously subdued.
The number of residents living in the territory was probably around 1,000.
but.
Grumble, crackle, crackle-.
All the residents of the territory have long since turned into undead.
Muyaho frowned as he faced the territory overflowing with stench and death.
“I knew it… … .”
Russell’s expression was more serious than that.
‘No matter how large the scale of the village is, this happened even in a baronial territory under government management?’
The beings who were not welcome anywhere on the continent were cultists. Therefore, the work they plan and execute is usually very secretive.
Even if the undead are mass-produced, all they do is attack slash-and-burn villages in the mountains or villages where it would not be surprising if they disappear.
However, the power of such cultists had extended to the Barony territory.
‘After the emperor was bedridden, the war for succession to the throne became serious, but that doesn’t mean he would have tolerated the cultists.’
Unless you have the confidence to take action or tolerate something bold like this… … .
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The moment his thoughts reached that point, Russell blinked rapidly.
‘In other words, there is a mastermind behind the cult that committed this incident that could cover up this incident.’
It wasn’t impossible at all.
Actually, something similar happened in the Kingdom of Endymion.
The incident was caused by a cultist who backed Archduke Bismarck, who was now a traitor and was executed.
Perhaps this was the greater darkness that the dying cultist was talking about.
‘Someone among the Empire’s high-ranking officials joined hands with a cultist.’
It is unknown whether it is the emperor or one of the princes who are vying for power.
Maybe it was a completely different person than all of them.
‘I’ll have to report it to my country first.’
With that in mind, Russell filmed the scene using image frame magic, and a mission came to mind.
[Mission-Ⅱ]
The darkness of the Barony.
All the residents of the Atran Barony have long since been turned into undead.
Eliminate them and uncover the secrets hidden in the Barony.
[compensation]
Intermediate magic stone (edible) x2
‘It’s a hidden secret.’
Russell’s eyes trembled. If you burn down the entire territory with large-scale flame-type magic, you will be able to subdue them without difficulty.
However, if that were the case, there was a strong possibility that the secrets of the territory would also turn into ashes and disappear.
“Just like in the village before, I think we need to start cleaning things up first.”
Russell threw himself towards the bottom of the hill, transforming the nature of the magical energy he had drawn up.
Pabat-.
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Just-.
My fingers snapped and sparks flew out like flint.
Flash with him!
Bright red magic light shines, and red lightning begins to scatter in various directions.
A flame spreads using lightning as a fuse. Red Thunder, a magic created by an exquisite combination of thunder and fire magical powers.
It was a red thunder piece created by applying it.
Padit, growl-.
As soon as the lightning struck the bodies of the five undead, a small flame appeared.
The sparks that started from that spread out in all directions like electricity causing an electric shock.
Grumbling!
The flames instantly covered the bodies of the surrounding undead and consumed them.
Yeah, boom.
Grump, boom, boom.
Russell lightly glanced at the nearby wall, confirming that the charred undead were falling down.
‘Rune letters written upside down… … .’
This isn’t the first time, it’s been several times already. Plus, this strange flow of magical power flowing along the surface.
If the runes written in reverse order of this flow are followed—.
It was then.
Muyaho, who had been randomly punching and kicking from a distance, came to his side.
“Kyahahahaha!”
Two—bang!
It was just a simple punch, but it made a loud noise as if a siege weapon had been fired.
Even at a glance, you can see that the space is being torn apart and the air is exploding from the end of the fist.
However, the aftereffects do not reach the surrounding area at all.
‘Perhaps Muyaho has his own way of concentrating all his power into one point the moment he reaches the target point.’
If you were hit directly by a fist that size, even the 5th Circle Wizard’s shield would be nothing more than glass.
It’s too much power to deal with even low-level undead. But, hey, if that relieves your stress.
‘I’m not the type of person who would get tired from moving that much.’
Bang, Kwasik!
Muyaho, who grabbed the skulls of two skeletons and hit them with all his might, shattering their bones, asked Russell.
“okay. c*ck. “Did you find out anything?”
He was dropping bone dust between his fingers.
“yes.”
In response to Muyaho’s question, Russell nodded and added.
“The presence of unnatural magical power flowing through this village, and even the runes written backwards here and there. “This is a magic circle.”
As said, some kind of strange magic circle was set up throughout the baronial territory.
“Magic circle?”
“yes. Concentrating the power of the undead and supplying it to someone… … That kind of magic circle.”
Russell added to help explain.
“As you look around the village, you may have seen several undead who were not defeated by Muyaho’s hands lying on the ground.”
“Hmmmm. “I’ve seen quite a few.”
“Perhaps they have already lost all their morale and envy.”
“That means—.”
“That is the center of the magic circle. “There is probably a being stealing energy from the undead at the center.”
Muyaho turned his head to follow Russell’s finger.
“That… … .”
What I could see along the direction my finger was pointing was a spire with a bell tower located in the center of the village.
Of course, it was very small compared to those in big cities.
There is probably a lord’s official residence underneath it.
‘It’s something in the lord’s official residence… … .’
Muyaho tapped Russell on the shoulder. He growled with a fierce look on his face.
“What are you doing, male? “Once we find out, we have to go and destroy it.”
“yes… … !?”
It was then.
The presence of magical power flowing through the surface was strangely distorted. It is a clear change that not only Russell but even Muyaho can feel.
“Hey, what is this? c*ck.”
Muyaho’s eyes widened at the sudden change in the flow of magical power, and Russell said, glaring in the direction of the spire.
“The center of gravity is shifting.”
“You’re moving?”
“yes. As if it was coming towards this way… … .”
After some time, the two people who had completed their combat stance appeared in front of three completely different undead figures than before.
Muyaho roared wildly at the sight of an unusual presence that was distinct from other undead at a glance.
“Kyahaha. This is it. Judging by the fact that it’s covered in scrap metal, it’s clear! These guys look like they have good taste in beating. c*ck!”
“… buy… Energy…
ball… class… … Lowering… .”
“… saliva… mouth… ruler.”
“porridge… person… all.”
An evil red eye glow poured out from behind the pitch-black visor.
Three ghost knights wearing swords full of fraud and armor covered in poison.
A by-product of creating an undead (Doom Knight) who has reached the level of a superhuman.
The Death Knight was right there.
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obscured by gloomy clouds.
Even if that weren’t the case, the sky was so far away that the criminal couldn’t even see it with his eyes.
Above the sky, a handsome man with a pale expression was looking down.
“Somehow, I heard that I felt a familiar wave of magical energy not far away… … .”
Wedge-!
At a high altitude, the man’s clothes and black hair were blowing wildly in the harsh wind.
The man didn’t pay any heed to that and opened his mouth thoughtfully.
“I see you again like this. “Little Dragon Emperor.”
wizard who swallowed a dragon
