Chapter 49 – 49. Steel Faith
“I’m so glad they didn’t show this battle to the citizens.”
Orpheus, who is watching the battle between the necromancer Deius Verdi and the sorcerer judge Tyrn Ol Belochus, expresses his honest feelings.
If it had been shown to the public, it would have only heightened citizens’ fear of black magic.
Lightning and storms coexist, and fear and cold coexist. I thought that necromancers simply use destructive magic out of resentment in mana.
The sight I saw seemed to be no different from a natural disaster.
The Archmage and his disciples were already jumping up from their seats and analyzing the numerous magics pouring in.
“Prophet Benton’s unique magic, Tide of Terror, and the Surging Blade Storm used by Grahan the Silent seem to be the main ones.”
“It’s all the unique magic of past sinners. “Is this really a scene created by just one person?”
“S-Master.”
“… … .”
It gave me really complex emotions to see with my own eyes how many people died here.
The powerful who had disappeared into the back of history became their own unique and great magic and were attacking the ancient Magic Judge.
This is a spectacle that even the greatest wizard cannot replicate.
Tyrn, who was still holding on while crouching inside, was clearly an amazing man.
but.
In the end, if it’s a race against time, you lose.
Victory does not come just by continuing to hold on. There are countless people who have died in this execution ground.
Even if Tyrun remained silent, defeat would only deepen in the end.
Because he knew that too.
thud!
Even amid the rough barrage of magic, I take a heavy step forward.
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What a vengeful spirit needs to use its mana is a strong heart.
In general, it was a grudge.
Only if you have enough resentment to replace your body can you use your own mana even when you become a vengeful spirit.
For example, this was the case with the woman who was with Iluania right now, with half her face burned.
Otherwise, it was no different from mana just floating around in the air. It’s just a little lumpy.
That’s why I was surprised.
Surprisingly, many of the dead at the execution site passed away without any regrets and were in peace.
In their own way, they realize that they have closed their eyes in their own realization.
Some people closed their eyes, leaving their regrets to future generations despite their sadness.
Some people laughed and said that they were having a good time, living a life of single-mindedness.
Some people welcomed their own death, saying that they could finally return to the arms of God.
Without the Remegeton, called the Stone of Death, awakening the ghosts would have failed.
[I feel like my head is going to explode!]
“I won’t die.”
The dark spirit possessed by me was converting the mana of countless souls into magic.
I don’t fight.
If you awaken the souls and use magic to transform the souls that had no grudges and remained only as chunks of mana, they would just go out and fight on their own.
Warchief Katoller became a violent lightning strike and struck Tyrn in the stomach.
Pirate King Oulman turned himself into a pistol bullet and was fired.
Prophet Benton became a huge wave of flame and swept across the land.
The strategist Foltman becomes a spear of ice and stabs Tyrn’s blind spot.
The silent Grahan became a storm like a blade, blocking Tyrun from taking a step forward.
[Really, it’s amazing.]
“… … .”
As if he had a little more energy, the dark spirit opened his mouth as he looked at the spectacle in front of him.
[I think you have already gone far beyond the standard of being a necromancer.]
“It is because of the Lemegeton, and the advantage of the location played a big role.”
He is honest and cool-headed, so when I evaluated myself, the dark spirit kept his mouth shut and did not deny it out loud.
In the end, the advantage of the place called the execution site brought about this result, and even though the other side knew my advantage, I chose this place to maintain the form of execution.
Although we are paying a high price for it.
[Was it good when you cut off my head!]
[Judge! Hold your head high again! Why is that staff silent!]
[Kelkelkel! You idiot! You’re amazingly good at getting hit!]
Tyrn was crouched down and didn’t even move. The huge mana that was swinging through the sky is infinitely calm.
Tyrun’s barding had already begun to distort. His armor, which he thought no one could pierce, was already showing scratches and scorching all over the place.
Tyrun’s head, curled up like a hedgehog, slightly lifts.
A lot of magic was blocking my view, but as if coincidence and fate coincided, he and I made eye contact.
I stretched out my hand.
“come.”
thud!
The giant’s footsteps are heavy, hitting the ground and entering.
The vast wind of mana blowing from there began to clear the path.
The condensed mana spreads out roughly, creating a passage like a transparent tunnel.
thud! thud! thud!
Saying that the game is now, Tyrun straightens his back and begins to strike forward.
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[Stop it! Stop that bastard!]
[Where are you going!]
[Taylor! Look into my eyes!]
Numerous evil spirits begin to rush towards Tyrn again.
The tunnel of mana that Tyrn condensed clearly played a big role. If he had stayed still, he could have been buried and died on the spot.
Because it allowed us to escape the siege.
But it couldn’t do anything more than that.
The passage created by the mana storm begins to collapse under the onslaught of fury.
Before I could even take a few steps, the magic bombardment rained down again.
“Go, go!”
Despite enduring it all with his broad back, Tyrun does not break down.
Even though his thick legs were trembling, he showed no signs of stopping.
“This much! “Do you think you can stop the execution!”
Coo!
The mana was so intense that the floor caved in with each step, pushing away the incoming magic.
It was no longer just mana.
It was something that made me sweat, a mixture of perseverance and faith.
The will to overcome reality, something that can only be seen in the dead, was powerfully contained in Tyrun’s eyes.
“This is all! Was it the weight of death I was carrying?”
Coo!
When the cane moves forward, the tire moves forward as if pulling with force.
“This is all! “Is this my karma for taking countless lives to protect the kingdom?”
The protective magic that protected the barding was already in tatters and was not performing its role.
The ends of the cloak were burning, the shoulder armor was cracked and the remains were falling to the ground.
“It’s light!”
I didn’t even have the energy to wipe the blood flowing from my forehead. My vision was dyed dark red and I felt like I couldn’t see straight ahead.
“Infinitely! “It’s just infinitely light!”
The Magic Judge’s gait was constant and he was heading forward.
The steps are heavy with faith, so they approach me without hesitation.
To protect the kingdom called Griffin and to carry out the justice he believes in.
The man named Tyrn Ol Bellokus was a man who pursued righteousness to the extent that one might think he was hard.
“I received a hundred people’s resentment and saved a thousand people! Dead people! How can you block my steps!”
[Where are you going?]
[I will kill you! I will stop it!]
[Karma has not been cleared yet!]
The mana of vengeful spirits is not infinite.
As the firepower gradually weakens, the vengeful spirits stop pouring out ignorant magic and attach themselves directly to Tyrun.
He grabs his feet, hangs on his shoulders, puts his hands around his waist, and strangles him.
It was as if numerous evil spirits were trying to take him to hell, but Tyrn was resisting them.
As chief judge, he carried out numerous executions.
Some people may have been wronged, and some may have deserved to die.
Not only are there criminals who simply violated the kingdom’s laws, but there are also people who clashed with each other’s beliefs and lost, such as generals from other countries or warchiefs from foreign races.
Of course, each person has their own story.
I wasn’t doing this to avenge the grudges of those vengeful spirits.
All I wanted to do was use all my skills as a necromancer to defeat the man named Tyrn.
“Amazing.”
So I couldn’t help but be honestly amazed.
In order to protect the Griffin Kingdom, the sight of him accepting the resentment of countless dead people with his whole body.
It reminded me of Atlas, the giant god who supports the sky in mythology.
Cooung.
Suddenly.
His steps reached a distant end.
The sight of him standing in front of me was absolutely miserable.
The armor and staff were all shattered, and the mana that was focused on defense was already empty.
The expression that the tanned body was stained with sweat and blood and was tattered was a perfect fit.
“The kingdom… … for.”
His thick fist, with his trembling hand, touches my chest.
With a throat that feels like it’s covered in dust, I struggle to get a word out.
“Execution is carried out… … .”
The clothes were stained and soaked with blood.
Slurp.
That was the end.
Finally once.
He touches me just once, kneels down and bows his head.
Only the faint sound of breathing showed that he was still alive.
His limp body indicated that he had fainted.
There is a quiet silence.
The Magic Judges, the servants of the Judge who were watching the execution, rush out.
The expressions on their faces showed awe and respect, and some were shedding tears.
They seemed quite emotional as they saw their leader not backing down even against the powerful warlock who was said to be the evil of the kingdom.
chuck.
Let someone start saluting the referee.
Chuck chuck chuck.
Others also continue to salute him with reverence.
Even in a crisis situation, do not forget your position. The way he carried out his own beliefs and justice was definitely worthy of being called noble.
I also show respect by placing my hand on my chest.
“I saw your beliefs well.”
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