Episode 61
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A world of monsters was spread out there. It was the culmination of countless evil deeds he had committed as the captain of the Black Red Training Corps.
“Ahhh, my foot! My foot is rotting!”
“Please save the child in my stomach, the child in my stomach… …!”
The world of thought that projects the image of Bellok, the black magician of the 6th circle. The biological laboratory of the Black Red Training Corps.
There was a man who went crazy in agony as his toes began to rot away. There was a mother who, unable to bear to watch her own legs decay from the toes down, began cutting off her own legs with a saw in order to protect the child in her womb.
“… … It was an experiment to find out about maternal love.”
The monster said.
“The man in the experimental control group didn’t even dare to pick up a saw as my body decomposed.”
The warlock Belloch was proudly boasting of his accomplishments.
“But surprisingly, the pregnant woman didn’t do that!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she cut off her own leg to protect the child in her womb.
“… … .”
“Isn’t a mother’s motherly love truly great?”
Belloc spread his arms and shouted, as if he were truly amazed.
“So, as a mother, how much pain can you endure for your child… … .”
Dale bit his lip quietly.
“Also, I put my head together day and night to figure out how to use that maternal love and motherly thoughts as a weapon.”
In the face of Belloch’s tirade, Dale remains blandly silent.
The leader of the Black Red Prisoners who committed unforgivable evil deeds. A world that projects the mind of a monster.
Even Dale couldn’t help but feel nauseous at the sight.
As a warrior from another world, I was not unaware of the identity of the Black Red Training Corps. However, simply knowing about it and directly witnessing its true nature were two completely different things. In fact, there was no connection between the warrior from another world and the Black Red Training Corps. Rather, I was merely a victim of a few painful experiments at their hands.
The images of my mother Elena and my younger sister Lize came to mind.
I felt like my stomach was turning. I couldn’t hold back the nausea and wanted to throw up the contents of my stomach right away.
“… … Don’t think about dying nicely.”
Dale opened his mouth, clenching his lips so hard that they bled.
“I’ll show you a real living hell.”
“Oh, that’s something to look forward to.”
“… … .”
“I guess the ‘notoriety and cruelty of the Black Prince’ wasn’t just a lie.”
Dale did not respond to Belloc’s taunts. He simply fluttered his shadow cloak, casting darkness over the landscape. The wave of darkness spread across the area like a flood.
“The dark artifact that the Black Prince is proud of, the Shadow Cloak!”
But above the lake of darkness encroaching upon the land, Belloc did not panic.
“The form of the artifact has already been expanded to the level of summoning a ‘Shadow Lurker’.”
The 6th Circle Elder of the Black Tower. To him, the dark artifact that Dale possessed was never an unknown concept.
“I knew that the talent he showed during the tower test that day was extraordinary.”
“… … .”
“But I never thought it would be like this. It truly lives up to the reputation of the ‘Black Prince’.”
“It’s really a shame,” said Belloc.
“I have no choice but to kill a wizard with such brilliant talent… …! Please blame the weakness of the Black Tower Lord.”
Father’s weakness. Dale smiled bitterly at those words. He just snapped his fingers without saying a word.
Phew!
Before he knew it, the thorny tentacles of the ‘Shadow Lurker’ rose from under Bellok’s shadow. However, the thorny tentacles rushing from all sides from beneath his feet did not touch him. Bellok’s body became a swarm of blurry darkness and raced towards Dale.
Wraith Form.
The fact that he is a 6th circle black magician is by no means a vain reputation.
That day, in the library of Hell, when Dale won against the 6th circle white wizard Nikolai through the Book of the Black Goat, it was a victory that took advantage of Hell’s geographical advantage, distorted by impure thoughts and evil ideas. And this place is not like that.
‘The greatest talent in the empire, developing rapidly day by day.’
Nevertheless, that is the reputation people have of the Black Prince of Saxony.
It was never an exaggerated story for no reason.
Also, how much time had passed since Nikolai was defeated? How much growth had Dale shown in the meantime? Even he himself could not dare to estimate it.
That is why I think a mere 6th circle warlock would never dare to imagine it.
He accelerates three mana circles, and a horizon of blank space unfolds beneath his feet.
The world of a white and dark winter night.
The cold air and refined dark magic swirled like a black-and-blue vortex, and an unforgettable voice was heard.
It was the voice of a pure girl, without a speck of dust.
─ You finally came to play with me?
Suddenly, there was a girl next to Dale. She was a young girl wearing a pitch-black dress.
Between the black hair, two black goat horns stand out, like two ram horns.
─ I’ve been waiting for you for so long.
Underneath the hem of her skirt, countless bundles of tentacles wriggled.
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Ghostly.
It was at that moment that Bellok narrowed the distance between himself and Dale, dodging all of the Shadow Lurker’s attacks.
“… … !”
Belloc gasped in shock as he saw ‘that being’ next to Dale.
The most horrible thing in the world was there.
A monstrous creature with countless tentacles writhing like an earthworm. It was a being so disgusting that even the monsters of the world would stick out their tongues.
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Along the pitch-black tentacles, a black, sticky liquid like tar was dripping.
I could sense the indescribable malice that was embedded in that tar-black liquid.
‘What the heck is that…?’
And then, all at once, the pitch-black tentacles sank down. Towards Belloc, who had been reborn as a ghost, a shadow itself.
It is a blow of such a nature that even one in a state of delusion cannot avoid it.
The pitch-black tentacle. A crystallization of evil and horrific malice that could not even be compared to the ‘thorn tentacle’ of the Shadow Lurker. He opened the distance in a hurry. Opened it, and chanted his proud corruption magic.
The wind of death that swept towards Dale from the area beneath his feet.
《Tides of Death》.
The wind of death, condensed with the extinction of life, rushed in, and Dale was not even looking at it. He kicked the ground and ran, fluttering his ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat.
It was not a battle method that relied 100% on the 『Book of the Black Goat』.
The pitch-black tentacles provide cover fire to Dale from behind, and it is up to Dale to carry out the fighting himself.
As a swordsman and magician boasting the greatest talent in the empire, the ‘Black Prince’ rushed towards Belloc.
Not even thinking about running away from the dark wind that was blowing towards Dale.
‘Did you even decide to die?’
Bellok was puzzled at the sight. The wind of death that the 6th circle warlock boasted about. Although he had no way of knowing that it was the ‘decomposition process of organic nitrogen compounds by decay bacteria’, the rotting and decaying of corpses was not an exception in any world.
And to counter that, Dale processed the black-blue magic based entirely on his otherworldly knowledge. A black-blue armor was put on Dale to protect him from the winds of death.
The two magics clashed, and the Wind of Destruction that Belloc boasted about died down in an instant.
“… … !”
Before he knew it, Dale was galloping, creating a blade of darkness along the shadow cloak.
‘How did you counteract the magic of corruption?’
It doesn’t matter. It’s not something to think about right now. Belloc wasn’t flustered.
In front of Dale, who was quickly closing the distance, a ‘wall of corruption’ was formed again to block the two.
Immediately afterwards, Dale’s body came into contact with that very barrier of corruption.
‘I won!’
Only then did Belloc cheer, and at the same time, Dale’s body, which was supposed to rot away as it came into contact with the barrier of corruption… .
Wrapped in the ‘black and blue armor’, he lunged straight at Belloc’s nose.
Without any damage, so perfectly fine.
“… … !”
Belloc’s expression turned into shock at the sight. He felt like a mere magician who had allowed the knight to keep his distance.
Before he knew it, the shadow blades that had been circling around Dale were all pointed at him.
“Uh, uh, how do you break the barrier of corruption… …!”
As for Belloc, who only understands the corruption of living things and its symbols, he could not possibly know.
Decay. The process of decomposition of organic nitrogen compounds by bacteria.
And corruption magic is nothing more than accelerating the action with the ‘power of thought’. Therefore, for Dale, who understands the mechanism, stopping corruption magic is not as difficult as he thought.
The disappearance of the decaying bacteria that are the subject of magic.
It is ‘sterilization’.
There is nothing in this world that does not die. Even microorganisms like bacteria are no exception.
Phew!
At the same time, the movements of Belloc, who was belatedly resisting, were blocked by pitch-black tentacles that descended from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, the shadow sword struck down.
“Ahhhhh!”
It was not a fatal blow to kill the opponent. It was a blow to drive a wedge in order to block the opponent’s resistance. The tendons of the limbs were cut, and the blood vessels were severed to the point where it was painful but not fatal.
“Ahhh, ahhh!”
A scream rang out.
“Oh my, you are being too harsh.”
Dale sneered coldly, leaving behind the echoing screams. The ending was more dull than expected.
A battle between wizards is ultimately a contest of whose magic projects more sophisticated and powerful logic.
That is why, in the battle between ideas, the ‘logical sophistication’ of the knowledge of the other world was indescribable.
Even if the opponent was a 6th circle black magician, it would be no different. No, rather, since it was a fight between magicians who shared the same attribute, the outcome was even more one-sided.
‘There was no need to borrow the power of the grimoire.’
There was no opportunity to properly demonstrate the power of the Grimoire.
But there was another reason why Dale had originally called for the Book of the Black Goat.
“I told you.”
Belloc fell to his knees with a scream, and Dale continued speaking to him with an emotionless expression.
“I’m going to show you a real hell.”
“Ah, ahh… … .”
“Are you now a little afraid of the Black Prince’s notoriety?”
Before he knew it, the girl next to Dale was wriggling her tentacles under her skirt again.
“Does the name ‘Successor of the Black Tower’ still sound funny to you?”
Moreover, to Belloc, who was in a state of helplessness, it must have looked like a swarm of disgusting tentacles thrusting down pitch-black tentacles.
The tentacles were extremely small and thin, like surgical nanowires from a science fiction movie.
“… … !”
Thin, pitch-black tentacles swooped down all at once.
Through Belloc’s two ear holes, his nostrils, his mouth, and even through his retina, towards his head.
To reach his brain inside his skull.
“Ahhhhh!”
Belloc began to glow, tears of blood dripping from his torn retina.
“It’s better to sell early.”
Dale spat out indifferently as he looked at the sight.
“Since I’m going to go to hell anyway… … Before I go, let me show you a glimpse of hell in advance.”
Filled with a cold hatred that is incomparable to anything else.
