Episode 55
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Following the steps of Sepia, the elf wizard of the 6th circle, her world unfolds.
A world where wizards block intervention from the outside world, and a death arena where no one can escape until one dies.
It was a frozen land with an endless horizon of crystal-colored land.
Against him, Walter the Bloodthirsty also unfolded his world. Behind the 6th Circle Red Mage, the world that projected his image was revealed.
‘Surgical ward… …?’
No, no. Dale took a deep breath as he stepped back behind Sepia.
A scene filled with medical beds, sick people, chains restraining them, and all sorts of horrible tools. Screams were heard from all directions. They were not cries for help. They were begging to be killed.
I soon realized that this was not a ward or anything like that, but a place for treatment.
Elder of the Red Tower, Walter of the Blood. The 6th Division Commander of the Black Red Training Corps, also known as the Devil’s Corps.
Walter’s world was the laboratory of the Black Red Unit, the 6th Unit that he personally commanded.
The Red Mage’s biological laboratory.
A symbol of cruelty, where even the proper human duties were abandoned in order to obtain ‘power and truth’. A living hell where all sorts of horrific experiments were carried out on living prisoners.
“Do you know why my nickname is ‘Yeom-Hyeol (炎血)’?”
Leaving the laboratory of the Black Red Prisoners behind, Walter of the Bloodthirsty asked. Sepia did not answer. She simply swept the blue current of magical energy along the crystal-colored permafrost.
“If you heat the blood of a living person to its boiling point… … do you know what happens to the subject’s body?”
Walter asked back. Subject. Dale frowned for a moment at those words.
“… … .”
“How many prisoners do you think were sacrificed to obtain the optimal explosive formula for killing purposes?”
Walter the Bloodthirsty asked back. Before he knew it, countless ‘subjects’ were burning in flames behind him.
Each subject was burned with a different intensity of flame, and the results were used to determine what level of flame would be most effective for killing. It made me sick.
“Do you know how to mix the Bolt Magic formula to achieve maximum efficiency with minimum dosage?”
How many prisoners were sacrificed so horribly in the biological laboratories of the Black Red Prisoners for the sake of the wizards’ academic research and cooperation?
“Do you know at what distance and with what magnitude of explosion it takes to achieve maximum lethality?”
Although what is unfolding now is merely a ‘landscape in Walter’s mind’, there is no need to even say where that landscape came from.
“Progress is directly related to the amount of blood shed, and the wheel of history rolls only on blood.”
Walter said. The very essence of mad belief without a shred of hesitation. There was a devil in human skin there.
“I knew for sure.”
At Walter’s words, Sepia finally nodded.
“The fact that you are a piece of trash that doesn’t deserve to be saved.”
“What did you know?”
Walter the Bloodthirsty asked back.
“Verifying hypotheses through repeated experiments, and building a tower of wisdom based on the empirical results. Isn’t that the attitude of someone who explores the principles of magic? In front of the greater good, can something like the blue magic tower that fears blood dare to understand our spirit?”
Sepia remained silent in response to Walter’s question, which seemed to show that he did not understand.
“Do you think there is any progress in this world that can be made without shedding blood?”
“… … Truly, the ugliness of a beast is bottomless.”
After a period of silence, Sepia opened her mouth. In front of a beast that was not even worth saving, she unleashed the power of a 6th circle elf wizard.
Just then, Dale blocked Sepia’s path.
“Dale, back off… … !”
Sepia cried out in confusion, and Dale shook his head.
“No, that can’t be.”
As the ‘Shadow Cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat flutters, I face the world of thought shown by the elder of the Red Tower.
The world of thought that the high-ranking magician unfolds is a mental landscape that projects his life itself. And that landscape of living hell was the very image of Walter the Flame, the captain of the Black Red Training Corps.
The Red Tower’s unquestioning belief that power is the absolute value of this world. The devil’s unquestioning belief that blood shed to gain power is nothing more than a ‘sacrifice for the greater good.’
The endless wailing of test subjects in the biological laboratory, their cries begging to be killed in hellish agony. An unforgettable feeling of hatred gripped Dale’s heart.
I absolutely could not forgive the Red Tower and the Empire.
“It’s not just you, Master, who can’t forgive that man.”
“Ha, a mere 3rd circle kid is going to stand up to this ‘bloodthirsty’!”
Walter the Bloodthirsty laughed as he saw the black-and-blue magic swirling around Dale’s feet.
“Just because you have a little talent, you dare to climb up to the sky without knowing how high it is!”
An elder of the Red Tower and a 6th circle wizard. In his eyes, Dale was just a 3rd circle wizard, and he couldn’t deny the difference in rank itself. At least, that’s how it is for an ‘ordinary 3rd circle wizard’.
“You will regret your foolishness in the fires of hell!”
Walter the Bloodthirsty poured out his blood-red magic power along six circles. At the same time, countless test subjects in the biological laboratory were released from their ‘chains of bondage’.
“Blood, blood, only blood!”
Freed from their bonds, countless numbers of test subjects began to run at once. A horde of people, engulfed in flames and glowing, rushed towards Dale and Sepia like a horde of zombies.
“The wheels of this world are turned only by the shedding of blood!”
The world of ideas that the high-ranking magician unfolds, and the scenery that the world shows, are by no means an illusion without substance.
──Sepia, the elf wizard of the 6th circle, was no exception.
The frozen land, with its endless horizon of crystal-colored waters, finally began to move.
Swish, swish.
The frozen permafrost split apart, and a storm of unfathomable cold swept through.
“Ha, do you think that’s enough to stop the bloody wheel?”
Walter the Bloodthirsty snapped his fingers, and the bodies of the subjects exploded simultaneously. Treating the subjects as living explosives, their blood was scattered as the explosions occurred.
To Walter, the blood of the flame was nothing more than a tool that turned the wheels of the world, and it was this blood that was devouring the world of Sepia. The blood that was blazing like flame, the flame that symbolized his nickname, the flame blood.
“Ring out.”
But, leaving the horizon of correction behind, Sepia snapped her fingers.
A clear and inexplicable chord of unpleasantness rang out. Particles of blue magic began to scatter in all directions.
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《Blue Dissonance》.
“A web of dissonance.”
At the same time, the particles of ‘blue dissonance’ scattered in all directions began to connect blue threads like spider webs. The blood of flames swirling like waves was blocked by the blue spider webs and subsided in vain.
At that moment, Dale moved. His shadow cloak fluttered, and a ‘wave of darkness’ engulfed the area beneath his feet, flooding the area.
“Keeeeeek!”
Another power I obtained that day after defeating the Orc Warboss.
The world of thought that the two high-ranking magicians were unfolding, and the area where their boundaries intersected, was swallowed up by the lake of darkness. At the same time, beneath the rippling lake of darkness, the ‘shadow lurkers’ began to raise their heads after a period of silence.
《Shadow Lurker》.
“… … !”
Walter the Bloodthirsty held his breath upon seeing that sight. As he said, there was no way a ‘3rd circle wizard’ could stand up to a 6th circle wizard.
However, the opponent was never a mere 3rd circle magician, and Walter’s opponent was not Dale alone.
“Be careful, Dale.”
“With such a trustworthy teacher behind me, what could I possibly worry about?”
Dale replied with a fake smile to Sepia’s words. The specialty of the blue magician is not direct combat. It is specialized in blocking and turning the opponent’s magic useless, as well as defensive and support magic for thorough protection.
That very same blue wizard, a 6th circle elf wizard at that, is guarding Dale from behind. Where else in the world can you find more reliable protection?
Dale kicked the ground, turning the area into a lake of darkness. A hell reminiscent of a surgical ward, into the world that Walter the Bloodthirsty was unfolding.
“You little brat… …!”
Walter the Bloodthirsty cried out in horror at the sight.
“Burn up… … !”
Six circles swirled around, and bloody magic began to swirl like a storm. An overwhelming firepower, literally like a missile bombardment, was pouring down on Dale.
But despite the barrage of missiles raining down from above, Dale’s movements showed no hesitation.
“flare.”
From behind, Sepia’s voice was heard.
At the same time, the missiles that were supposed to be heading towards Dale changed their targets to the most unexpected places. As if they were drawn to the blue particles scattered around Sepia. Like missile guides (flares) scattered to confuse heat-seeking missiles.
The distance narrowed, and each time, the area around the Lake of Darkness began to expand rapidly.
Wherever a wizard unfolds his world of thought, it means his territory, and no matter how much of a shadow cloak he has, he cannot arbitrarily cover that territory with darkness. However, it is a different story when he invades the enemy’s territory with his own two feet.
Dale dashed without hesitation toward the world of ideas that Walter the Salt-Blooded was unfolding.
Each time, the area of Shadow Lake began to expand beneath Dale’s feet.
“Protect me, slaves!”
The Black Red Prison’s biological laboratory. The endlessly generated test subjects rushed toward Dale. They were engulfed in blazing flames, begging to be killed. However, this was only an image in Walter’s mind, and was not a living person.
Without even a moment of hesitation, Dale created the blade of the ‘Shadow Cloak’. A hail of blades that could not be believed to be from a wizard swept through, and the bodies of the subjects were torn to pieces. Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the subjects exploded all at once, engulfing Dale.
No, I tried to swallow it.
“Blue Quarantine.”
Sepia whispered, and the blast that was supposed to engulf Dale was trapped inside an unknown blue cube.
Magic Prison.
‘Isolated all of the opponent’s attacks by precisely specifying the coordinates.’
By precisely specifying the range of the widely scattered explosion, the attack was isolated from Dale.
“This f*cking blue wh**e… … !”
It was by no means an empty boast that he was the Elder of the Blue Tower and the Elf Wizard of the 6th Circle.
The distance narrowed again, and Walter’s world was finally dyed in a lake of darkness. The thorny tentacles of the ‘Shadow Lurkers’ lurking in the shadows rose up all at once.
Walter raised a wall of flames in front of the thorn tentacles that were swooping in from all directions. Unlike when he had fought the Orc Warboss, this was not an opponent that could be defeated by a single thorn tentacle.
Still, nothing changed.
“Where is the optimal formula for killing?”
“Don’t make me laugh, you f*cking punk!”
Dale asked coldly. Bloodthirsty Walter lashed out and unleashed a barrage of firepower. The firepower was reminiscent of a Hellfire missile barrage, and none of the missiles reached Dale.
“Reassignment of quarantine area.”
Magical isolation. Literally, it is a magical prison. The art of the blue mage who blocks the opponent’s magic by alienating them so that they cannot interact. It was not an easy-to-understand cold or water magic.
As a high-ranking blue magician, she is blocking the opponent’s magic itself and tying up their feet. In addition, she has not yet even used the ‘world of ideas’ as a weapon. Although there was a reason why she was focusing on protecting Dale, to be frank, it was on a different level.
Elf wizard.
Not all 6 circles are the same. This is especially true for the elves and humans who are called the ‘races loved by mana’.
“… … !”
Only then did I understand. Walter the Bloodthirsty was now no more than a fly caught in a sepia spider’s web.
At the same time, in the darkness that was engulfing Walter’s world, the Shadow Lurker’s spined tentacles began to swarm.
Usually, the match between a knight and a wizard is decided at the point where ‘distance allows’.
Moreover, the martial prowess that Dale was now showing as a swordsman was more than that of a mere Auror Knight, and even if Walter was a 6th Circle wizard, it would not have changed anything.
However, even Dale would have a hard time closing the distance against a magician of that level. It was possible because of Sepia’s protection, and since he allowed that distance, there was no need to talk about winning or losing.
“Oh, don’t come… … !”
The ‘Black Prince’ was in front of him.
The ending of ‘When an ordinary wizard gives distance to a knight’ unfolded right there.
The wizard was busy blocking the thorny tentacles of the ‘Shadow Lurker’ that were swooping in from all directions, and Dale rushed in, taking advantage of the weak point. The ‘Shadow Blade’ that was swinging in front of his nose slammed down on Walter the Bloodthirsty.
Choaack!
Flesh was torn and blood was splattered.
“Ahhhhh!”
Walter screamed, and Dale tilted his head in confusion.
“Why aren’t you screaming?”
Choaack!
The ‘Shadow Blade’ was swung again, and blood spurted from Walter’s body. A scream of unbearable pain echoed through the air.
“Isn’t this what you mean by ‘progress achieved through blood’?”
Amid the screams, Dale asked back indifferently.
“It has been said that the wheel of history rolls only on blood.”
He swung the Shadow Blade mercilessly again, and blood spurted out. It was not a simple, instant-death blow, but a cruel, malicious blow that was swung with the sole purpose of causing ‘pain’.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that the ‘wheel of history’ is rolling with your blood?”
“Ah, ahh… … .”
Dale asked back, without even a trace of emotion, forgetting about Sepia’s presence watching him from behind.
The shadow blade swung again at Walter, who was groaning in pain and begging. Countless blood vessels were drawn endlessly, and then again, and then again. Blood was splattered like a child scribbling bloody crayons on a sketchbook.
“Please… … .”
Walter muttered weakly in pain.
“Lord, kill me… … .”
Blood flowed, and flowed.
But an easy death did not come to Walter the Bloodthirsty. The wheel of history simply rolled on endlessly, and Dale sneered at the sight.
“It would be better for the wheel, which must be turned by the sacrifice and blood of innocent people, to be broken.”
The destroyer of the wheel said.
He denies the elders of the Red Tower before him, and furthermore, the Red Tower and the spirit of the Empire itself.
Choaack!
A Shadow Lurker’s barbed tentacle burst through his chest.
Just then, the shadow’s thorny tentacles split apart, tearing his body apart like a shredder.
In the face of the slaughter of the ‘Shadow Lurker’, however, Sepia simply remains bitterly silent.
Walter’s body was torn to pieces and scattered in all directions, and only then did his world disappear.
What was left there was frozen soil the color of blood.
