Episode 97
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The first level of using aura, a beginner in aura, is to strengthen the body by circulating the aura within the body.
Next is the Aura Knight, which can emit aura outside the body and wrap it around a sword or use it in the form of a shield.
And the last one is the Auror Master, who can use the Auror to create an ‘Avatar’ by covering the body with a sword, armor, and body.
From a wizard’s perspective, it would be similar to the level of the 6th circle, which would allow one to become an elder of the tower.
After reaching Aura Master, there is no specific term for the next level. It is simply a matter of accumulating the power of thoughts and Auras projected onto the avatar, and further refining them to become stronger.
──Except for seven people.
The strongest knights, said to be able to handle the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the extreme of aura. The Seven Swords of the Continent.
They are the motif of the ‘Sword Master’ who usually appears in knightly tales.
Strictly speaking, the concept of Sword Master itself is not a term among knights.
After all, it was just a made-up word that the rich people added so that the public could easily understand the martial arts of the Seven Swords of the Continent.
The word spread far and wide, establishing itself as another realm of praise for the strength of the Seven Swords of the Continent.
And except for extremely exceptional cases like the Five-Colored Magic Tower, when a knight and a magician who are roughly at the same level fight, unless they are battle magicians who spend their entire lives training on the battlefield, it usually ends in the knight’s victory.
The scholar who practices in the attic of the tower and the murderer on the battlefield have different ideological roots.
and…….
There was a battle wizard there who had experienced countless battlefields throughout his life.
War Mage.
A dark and white winter night in another world.
The wizard’s unfolding of the ‘world of ideas’ had only two meanings.
Either an absolutely trustworthy opponent, or a coliseum of slaughter where you do your best to eliminate your opponents.
“You… … .”
The white knight was also there.
The human body and skin are hardened with mithril metal, making it look like a creature made of white metal.
“Do you remember this scenery?”
Dale asked, in the horizon of a winter night with a faint sleet drifting.
“Your petty ideological scheming is none of my business.”
The knight in white answered coldly. He adjusted the handle of his sword as if he was going to rush in at any moment.
“Yeah, that’s unfortunate.”
“What’s so regrettable?”
“I wish I had at least known where my grave would be.”
“I never intended to return alive from the beginning.”
The Knight of St. Magdalene answered.
“I sacrifice my life to eliminate the seeds of evil that would become my lord’s enemy.”
“Don’t you think it’s funny how you’re loyal to that pig?”
“What do you know that you dare to insult my lord… …!”
The conversation ended. The pure white knights rushed in.
Not only did he wear mithril armor, his body hardened into pure white metal, much like a silicon creature.
A white flash descended, and it was not Dale’s job to block it.
Kaang!
The Death Knight’s black sword blocked his blow.
However, the opponent was also a knight of the Auror Master who was using his power through the avatar. Their swords clashed, and the momentum that the Death Knight had previously shown was gone.
Dale’s Death Knight was being pushed back unilaterally.
‘It is not yet time to borrow the power of Shubna Aurelia.’
A fight with the strong, a tightrope walk on the border of life and death.
Each and every one of them was an irreplaceable experience for Dale and the foundation for his strength.
The shadow cloak fluttered, and the Shadow Lurkers appeared along the darkness beneath their feet.
“Light of St. Magdalene!”
At the same time, the Knight of St. Magdalene cried out the name of her patron saint.
“May the sister god’s love and mercy be with me!”
A loud shout, like that of a crusader filled with fanaticism. Light swirled around in response to that shout.
The light of dawn that drives away the darkness of dawn.
“Keeeeeek!”
In front of that light, Dale’s Shadow Lurkers screamed in unison.
As if to drive away the darkness of Dale’s world, a brilliant light swept through.
“Get up.”
Dale opened his mouth again.
Along the horizon of the white and dark winter night, ‘they’ rose at Dale’s command.
In the world of ideas, wizards can wield god-like powers according to their abilities, and high-ranking battle wizards can use the ‘world itself’ as a weapon to eliminate their enemies.
“The Order of the Dead Knights.”
That day, Dale muttered the words as he recalled the forces of the Death Order.
In the realm of death, their lord was giving orders. Towards the corpses buried beneath the pure white floor.
Before we knew it, the Death Knights holding the Black Sword of Saxony began to rise up one by one.
“… … !”
The result of endless training to hone one’s sword and sorcery, and build a foundation for it.
An immortal army that projects the “Automatic” formula, each with a piece of a warrior embedded in them. Immortal knights built up with the power of thought.
Dale’s world was moving with all its might to eliminate his enemies.
A world filled with evil.
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The overwhelming amount of force unleashed by a high-ranking black magician.
“What the heck is this… … .”
Is that really something that a single 4th circle wizard can do?
The Knight of St. Magdalene, who was wearing the Avatar, held his breath in shock.
The immortal knights galloped forward, heedless of the swirling light. To avoid the flash of light exploding before their eyes, the shadow lurkers hid beneath the lake of darkness.
Along the Lake of Darkness, the spiked tentacles of Shadow Lurkers rose and the Death Knights’ army began to charge.
In front of him, there was a knight enveloped in holy light.
Knight of St. Magdalene.
“Give me the courage to never give in to you!”
Facing the hordes of death approaching him, the indomitable hero took up the sword of light.
With a nobility that will never yield.
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Phew!
A sword of light struck down.
Towards the arch-rival of the Holy Swordsman, the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony. The blade of dawn rose up from behind Dale’s back, piercing through his chest.
Blood gushed out from the wound.
“It is my victory… … !”
In the midst of the ecstasy, the pure white knight raised his voice.
In a time of despair where it seemed impossible to win, victory was achieved by breaking through the forces of death.
The Knight of Mithril burst into loud laughter.
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“My, my victory… … !”
The white knight burst into laughter.
His retina was torn and he was shedding tears of blood. He didn’t even care that the thin tentacles of the Shuv were cutting across his features and violating his brain.
Dale looked at him with an expression devoid of even the slightest emotion.
After reaching the level of the 4th circle, Dale was not the only one who grew.
Dale’s favorite item, the ‘Shadow Cloak’… and the magical book ‘The Book of the Black Goat’ were no exception.
Separate from the tentacles that were trampling the Pure White Knight, another tentacle dug into Dale’s ear. From the ear canal, through the eardrum, across the auditory nerve, and into the brain.
A new ability of ‘Shub’ obtained after reaching the 4th circle.
Now, Dale was absorbing the brain of the Knight of St. Magdalene.
The center of information processing, consisting of 86 billion nerve cells and 150 trillion synapses.
The life of the ‘Auror Master’, who spent his entire life honing his sword, flowed into Dale’s consciousness.
Swallowing the enemy’s brain.
Dale also couldn’t handle this with ordinary determination.
Maintaining Dale’s ego amidst the flood of information.
The Knight of St. Magdalene swallows up the ideas he has accumulated throughout his life and makes them his own.
──When he was young, he saw a holy swordsman praising his swordsmanship.
──I could feel his blood and sweat as he practiced day and night to attain enlightenment.
“I have finally obtained the avatar, my lord!”
The Knight of St. Magdalene began to laugh in his sleep.
──I became an Auror Master and got my hands on an Avatar, and I felt a childlike sense of joy flowing through me.
He turned his head away without even the slightest wavering.
All the memories he accumulated as a Knight of St. Magdalene.
From the details of the Auror techniques they practiced, all sorts of information he remembered flowed in. He swam through the flood of information and obtained what he needed.
“Then let’s try it out.”
After collecting them, Dale turned his head. Towards the Death Knight holding the Black Sword of Saxony.
To project the secret arts of the Knight of St. Magdalene, who has reached the realm of Aura Master, onto the pitch-black Aura Blade.
In Dale’s world, the Death Knight, built up through thought, fixed his sword hilt.
He forcibly distorted the aura within his body and reversed its color by overlaying it with the thoughts of the Knight of St. Magdalene.
Phew!
The Black Sword of Saxony began to shine brightly, becoming a pure white aura blade.
The white sword symbolizing the nobility of the Knights of St. Magdalene. But it was only for a moment.
Kaang!
Within moments, the Death Knight’s bones were blown apart, unable to overcome the distortion of the Aura.
Not only is he reborn as an avatar, he can’t even maintain his Aura Blade right now. Is this just a forced mask for a knight who pursues the black and white, contradictory Auras?
“… … .”
I didn’t really have any great expectations from the beginning. Just because you swallowed my brain doesn’t mean I’ll be able to understand it 100% right away.
Yet, there is probably no way in the world to achieve this level of accomplishment in such a short period of time.
“This is the power of Shuve… … .”
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Shub smiled innocently like a child.
Not caring about the knight who was mercilessly raping her with the tentacles under the hem of her dress, she wrapped her arms and tentacles around Dale’s nape as if she loved him.
There are only 4 circles.
The realm of the 8th Circle, known as the best magician on the continent, but there are still four circles left to go.
Moreover, these are not all of Shuve’s abilities that are just beginning to be unlocked as he has just reached the 4th circle.
The old mother of darkness.
If we assume that the Grimoire is a wizard’s sword, it is no exaggeration to say that it is truly the best sword in the world.
‘It’s a shame that there were magicians I couldn’t absorb during the 3rd Circle era.’
After thinking about it, he quickly shook his head. He had just reached the 4th circle, and there would be no end to the strong people he would have to deal with in the future. Just like the Knight of St. Magdalene right in front of him.
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After releasing the world of thought, it was on the top of the fight club arena. The sound of muttering echoed everywhere. Along with the muttering of the commentators who could not hide their bewilderment.
Men wearing beak masks were already aiming their blades at Dale’s vital points.
The ‘high-ranking assassins’ of the Shadow Court, led by Salgeom.
“You have chosen the wrong person to point your sword at.”
Dale answered without caring.
“Fortunately, those who break the rules of the fight club are punished accordingly.”
Looking at the article spread out in front of him.
There was the figure of the Knight of St. Magdalene lying limply, with its contents gone.
The brain inside the skull becomes an empty shell.
