〈 Episode 329 〉 Gathering (2)
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Raniel van Trias.
The Battle of Gray(？）The next magic tower lord.
She looks at the tower that stands tall in front of her.
A tower that rises so high as to reach the sky. The tower named the Gray Magic Tower has a lot of meaning to Raniel.
The place where his life as a wizard began.
The place where I started walking my own magic path.
How much time did you spend inside that spire? Raniel burst into laughter as numerous memories flashed by, including the nervous war with the elders and the memories of his days as the next magic tower lord leading research while beating up wizards.
A magic tower that was once his.
However, the magic tower walked out on its own feet.
Raniel walks towards the gray magic tower.
To show the shadows occupying this magic tower that the gray wizard has returned.
Guuuung.
The ground shakes and the door to the gray magic tower opens.
The flames burned away all the shadows that had flowed through the exterior, but the shadows were still thick inside. Raniel slowly closed his eyes, looking at the muddy garbage.
“Whoa…”
One breath.
Raniel opened his closed eyes. Grayish blue eyes sparkled in the darkness. And then, the voice of a madman echoed throughout the Magic Tower.
【Welcome, Gray.】
cried the madman.
【To my magic tower.】
Shadows appeared everywhere.
2.
Fighting a wizard in a wizard’s home is extremely disadvantageous. The same goes for this case. The gray magic tower has already fallen into the hands of a madman.
All circuits that exist in the Gray Magic Tower.
Spells to intercept intruders and all kinds of spells to protect research materials react to the madman’s shadow. Beyond the rising shadows, a bizarrely distorted circuit emits light.
“her.”
Raniel burst into laughter.
I can’t help but laugh.
Most of the circuits wielded by the madman were carved by none other than Raniel himself. Raniel can clearly see what will come out of that circuit.
Magic engineering golems rise.
A lump of mana like a sharply forged spear blade is aimed at Raniel. Raniel glanced at them and lightly stamped his foot.
thud.
This alone dismantles all circuits that are about to be completed. Ran El touched the floor with his toes and adjusted his standing posture.
There is nothing more foolish than dealing with a wizard in a wizard’s domain, but this is also Raniel’s domain. The structure of the magic tower is clearly pictured in Raniel’s mind.
The shortest path to the top floor.
Raniel, who was trying to accelerate with the route engraved in his mind, flinched and stopped. Because she caught something in her vision.
“······.”
The gray magic tower was swallowed by shadow in an instant.
Naturally, there are wizards remaining inside the magic tower. Wizards lying unconscious came into Raniel’s field of vision.
There are shadows on their bodies.
The shadow is sucking the wizards’ mana.
The shadow that has sucked mana becomes enlarged. What becomes of the enlarged shadow? Finding the answer wasn’t difficult.
Gradually.
Something gushes out from the dirt on the ground.
They are knights wearing worn-out armor.
The headless knights’ armor has unfamiliar patterns engraved on it. Raniel recognized that it was the emblem symbolizing the ancient kingdom of Arcadia.
“…Were you a necromancer?”
Brings back to life those who died in the past.
However, in Raniel’s opinion, he was far from a simple necromancer. Their bodies were made of shadows, and were closer to familiars.
The basis is necromancy, but the concept of Summoner is combined. None of it is lacking in skill. Even at first glance, it is first-class.
‘but···.’
It doesn’t stop there.
The procession of shadows that take over the magic tower and steal the circuit contains the concept of a wizard. The parasitic shadow is the concept of a shaman.
Wizard, Summoner, Necromancer, Shaman…
Wizards devote their entire lives to mastering one class, while madmen master at least four classes. Proficient in all classes.
“······.”
Raniel was silent.
The longer time passes, the more disadvantageous the situation becomes.
There are tens or hundreds of wizards in the Magic Tower… and there is a time limit to saving them all from the shadows.
Raniel makes a decision.
What you need to do now is to create a path for those who will follow you. What you leave behind, you leave to them. You must do what you can.
Acceleration.
Acceleration, acceleration, acceleration…
Stack strengthening spells by overlapping them.
Raniel pressed down on the rising ash with his foot. The place where Raniel steps his foot begins to burn with fire.
open the way
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The path to the top floor.
Raniel stares straight ahead. Sloshing scum, a knight emerging from the scum, and wriggling tentacles. Many things are blocking the way forward.
Quang.
Raniel kicks the ground and starts running.
Every time she takes a step, the red footprints burn away. The knights can’t even react to that sprint. Tentacles that touch the fire crumble.
The fire that is burning does not go out.
Fire continues and becomes a blaze.
The flames flowed in a single path leading to the top floor. Leaving his mark, Raniel heads to the top floor. To hunt madmen.
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The top floor of the Magic Tower.
The madman sees the seed of the devil that is just starting to sprout. The seed has not yet germinated. Originally, it would have been able to germinate now, but now that the plan has gone awry, there is still time until it germinates.
And, the intruder who set foot in this magic tower seemed to have no intention of letting that time go by.
Boom, boom.
The magic tower continues to shake.
Even if you build a wall or block the road with familiars, you cannot stop an intruder for even a second. It just breaks through and rises up.
“variable.”
The corners of the madman’s mouth twisted.
“It’s a variable.”
The madman thinks of the past at this moment.
That is a memory from when you still had a name. What happened in Arcadia in the distant past.
“I created the king of ten thousand demons.”
“In front of the perfected God, the whole world is just dyed black. No one can stop the procession of curses. “It’s as if you’re already done.”
There was someone who grabbed his collar while he was screaming like that. The madman remembers the damn wizard’s voice. He chuckles and chews.
“Did you think it would end like this and that everything would go as you planned?”
Gray hair.
“Don’t be funny.”
Golden eyes.
“Things you couldn’t imagine, things you couldn’t plan, variables you couldn’t even dream of.”
The Gray Wizard, Cardi Van Armiel.
“I will be your variable.”
“The variable that completely destroys your plan will become the variable that negates everything you have built.”
“The gray color will surely destroy everything you have.”
The madman clearly remembers the people who were standing with the great sage at that time. He did not forget its brilliant brilliance. There is no way I can forget it. It was as if the retina was burning and disappearing.
Champion, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
Shaman, Belial van Dragonic.
Saint, Gleria Belle Armias.
Great Sage, Cardi Van Armiel.
Those who led the brilliant light and ultimately ruined my plan. Heroes who stopped time in a world that was heading towards destruction. Remembering their end, the madman bursts into laughter.
I hope so.
I hope and hope again.
May a brilliant brightness be born, and may that brightness eventually be swallowed up by the shadows and become corrupted. May the screams of broken heroes echo in my ears.
I sincerely hope.
With that hope in mind, the madman raises his head.
“okay.”
Suddenly, the vibrations shaking the magic tower stopped.
Someone stepped onto the top floor of the Magic Tower.
The madman looks at the guest who came to visit him.
“As expected, this is what happened.”
The eyes of a madman see the soul.
I see the brilliance of living things. Radiance is the purity of the soul, or shines in proportion to the nobility of the soul.
I have seen many heroes.
I saw many superhumans.
However, for hundreds of years, no one could compare to the brilliance of the four who killed the Demon King. lack. Everything is insufficient. The madman did not find the brilliance he desired.
However, at this moment.
The madman found the brilliance.
A being who rewards hundreds of years of waiting is standing in front of him. The madman bursts into laughter at the blinding brilliance. I spread my arms out wide.
“Raniel van Trias.”
It’s a gray wizard.
A human who carries on the gray will.
This is a child who will become my variable.
“I was waiting for you.”
The madman stood up.
A twisted circuit rises toward the sky in the clutter. Engraved on the blood-red circuit are ancient characters. Hundreds of circuits fill the top floor.
The only archmage in Arcadia.
The first madman to ascend to the position of great wizard in human form greets his distant junior.
3.
One by one, they gather in front of the magic tower.
The first to arrive was Kalt.
Kalt, who had cut down dozens of traitors on the way, wiped the blood off his sword and let out a short breath. The forces of the incoming demonic beasts were also noticeably weakened.
‘Now all that’s left is…’
Kalt raised his head.
A magic tower that seems to reach the sky.
Shock waves were exploding one after another from the top floor. The aftereffects of magical power resonate through the air.
‘···It’s creepy.’
It’s already a different world over there.
The magnitude of the magical power that explodes is far beyond the scope of common sense. Kalt swallowed dry saliva and looked behind him. This is because I felt like I was popular.
There are familiar faces there.
“I think it’s here.”
“···Over there, Professor Rania.”
Shaman, Belnoa.
Apprentice warrior, Chloe.
“Belnoa, you’re here too.”
“···You don’t use a sword? “I heard you drew your sword.”
“Ax is still more comfortable. And, if you swing that sword once, all your bones will break. “It hurts very much…”
Warrior, Lark Van Grace.
“I think it’s here, right?”
“Oh, princess…”
“No need to say hello. “Because it looks urgent.”
Stella, 4th princess Ayla.
Those who gathered one by one were students enrolled at Aplia. Although they come from different backgrounds and have different social statuses, the students were taught by the same teacher. They look at each other’s faces and smile bitterly.
Rania van Trias.
I came at the call of Aplia’s nightmare.
They turn their heads and look at Kalt.
···This is Kalt, who hung out with Raniel and often interacted with the students of Aplia. Although he didn’t watch them grow as much as Raniel, Kalt also watched them grow quite closely.
Do they have the skills to step foot here?
It may be dangerous, but Kalt had no intention of stopping them. I trust my senior’s judgment. Kalt took the lead and took a step towards the magic tower.
The entrance to the tower is like the maw of a demonic beast.
The moment you walk into the entrance, what welcomes Kalt are swaying shadows. Each dozens of ministries rising from the shadows. The sight of knights moving around with their heads cut off is extremely creepy.
And, one more thing.
A fire is burning between them.
The continuous fire is heading towards high places. Kalt glances around and grasps the information. Analyzing the mission Raniel left behind.
This is Kalt, a tracker and assistant to the Gray Wizard. Kalt immediately realizes what the gray wizard wants from him.
Huh.
Kalt, who briefly swung his sword, adjusted his grip.
“There is no need to look to the side or behind.”
Kalt said.
“Just look ahead and run.”
Whether behind or on the side, I take care of everything.
I will also rescue the remaining hostages here.
“good.”
Kalt kicked the ground and ran.
“I open the way.”
Sensing that the others were following him, Kalt cut open the armor of the headless knight in the lead. The sword, which gently traces a silver-white path, does not stop.
Stepping on the knight’s armor that was split in half, Kalt jumps between the knights.
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
The silver-white trail moves like crazy.
With the sword inherited from Kuntel, the most noble of superhumans, Kalt creates a path for divine beings to run on. So that the fire burning on the floor can be seen more clearly, so that it can burn bigger, and so that the flame can continue. So that.
Kalt swung his sword.
The silver-white path drawn by the superman’s sword (?
Toward the top floor of the Magic Tower.
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