Episode 193
So I laughed.
haha.
“I felt something ‘watching’ me from the Iron Mountains, and when I tortured them, they said it was the Tulcan Empire. Are you one of them?”
Blanc, with a smile on his face, his demeanor has changed.
Ku-kung-
The dragon’s energy naturally rises as the ground shakes.
The knight in black armor was facing the aura that seemed to swallow up everything around him with his mere presence.
Ps …
I laughed.
“Are you laughing? Are you crazy?”
The Death Knight spoke slowly.
(The lord has spoken. So listen carefully.)
Blanc suddenly felt a sense of discomfort that he was not aware of.
This article in front of you.
It’s definitely the 9th circle.
Even though he is a 9th circle, he is no different from a normal soldier in front of a dragon who is also a master and has lived for 300 years.
You’re laughing and talking like it’s nothing, even though you’re giving off enough energy to automatically kneel down in your seat?
What could it be?
What is it that makes one so indifferent in the face of ‘death’?
The Death Knight said.
(The last bloodline of the Lords, and the next Lord, are waiting for you at the Academy of the Teslan Kingdom. If you don’t want to be left behind, come out now. That’s all.)
“……what?”
(I told you from such a close distance, but you didn’t hear me?)
There’s no way I didn’t hear it.
I was just confused.
Because the name of a being that should not have appeared has appeared.
(If there is something stuck in your ear, take it out immediately. How presumptuous of you to convey my lord’s words……)
For a moment, a vein appeared on Blanc’s forehead.
“You call me cheeky… …? How dare you call me ‘cheeky’?”
The Death Knight looked at Blanc like that and spoke again.
(Judging from your expression, it doesn’t seem like your ears were blocked. So go. Stop acting ‘human’ in a village where slash-and-burn farmers are staying and go to where your lord is.)
That was the end.
“Hey, you cheeky brat!”
It was the same in the Steel Mountains.
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Ten ridiculously incompetent people came out and threatened me.
so.
Killed them all.
The same goes for this guy in front of you.
Blanc’s hand stretched forward, and a golden aura streamed out from it.
It soon becomes a golden wave.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
It swallowed the Death Knight with a loud noise.
The sight that was revealed a while later.
A huge crater had formed where the Death Knight had just stood, and inside the crater, the Death Knight’s corpse was torn to pieces.
The right arm was in one corner, as if cut with scissors, and the leg under the right thigh was in a small hole at the back.
The only things that were still attached were the left arm and left leg.
Blanc, who was looking at the miserable sight, slowly walked towards the Death Knight’s ‘corpse’ as if possessed by something.
Blanc looks down at the corpse right in front of his nose.
His eyes.
I started shaking.
‘Debris of a corpse’ scattered on the floor.
All of this catches Blanc’s eye.
oh my god.
“… … A corpse? It didn’t just die, it was already dead?”
You could tell by the level of corruption.
Obviously.
The black knight in front of me didn’t just ‘just’ die, he was ‘already’ dead.
Blanc noticed that.
but.
I didn’t notice until then.
The Death Knight’s closed eyes opened wide. The Death Knight’s left arm, which was relatively intact,
Ss …
Kwajik-!
“Ugh.”
It struck Blanc’s right ankle.
(How dare a dragon refuse his lord’s orders?)
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That coolness was fleeting.
Blanc poured out his magic with all his might.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
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Hellfire.
Blizzard.
Meteor.
Blanc, who used to multicast, triple cast, and even quadruple cast to erase everything in front of him.
I suddenly came to my senses.
Before my eyes, half of the ‘mountain’ had disappeared.
Blanc, who was floating in the sky without even realizing it, suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his right leg.
I gritted my teeth and used recovery magic.
It wasn’t broken or cracked.
Because the dragon’s body boasted that level of strength.
That is a truth that does not change no matter how much polymorphing occurs.
The reason Blanc is flustered now is because of what happened before his eyes.
Move the body.
Obtaining blind loyalty from a corpse.
There was a similar story to those two in a past document.
‘A true black magician, a necromancer, raises dead bodies and receives worship from them, walking alone on a bloody path.’
I got goosebumps.
“… … No way, a necromancer has appeared.”
This world.
400 years, and thousands of years before that.
It was only in the first century that black magic appeared in the world.
And the one who created black magic in the 1st century and ruled the world with black magic was a being from the past, ‘Valentine Milos’.
She was called a necromancer, not just a simple warlock.
Over the centuries, in the age of black magic, only Valentine Milos was called that.
oh my god.
“… … It was alive? That monster?”
Blanc stood there blankly for a while.
* * *
Outside the academy.
As the saying goes, the park where I first saw Thanos was on the outskirts, but the place where I was now was different.
The park where I saw Thanos was on the western outskirts, and where I am is on the eastern outskirts.
There was a disused building on the outskirts.
A building that was formerly used as a blacksmith shop.
To put it a little more nicely, it is a place where there used to be a department called the ‘Department of Technology’.
It was also abolished 200 years ago.
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There I created a ‘communication center’.
As I said before, it wasn’t difficult.
It was difficult, to be exact, but it was easy for me.
It’s sweaty, your arms are shaking, and you’re a little tired, but it’s definitely easy compared to the results you’ll get.
[Thank you for your hard work.]
“It’s nothing.”
Just when I was trying to laugh bashfully.
Tingle-
I ended up frowning.
And then slowly.
I turned my head.
That direction is the direction where ‘Trom Mountain’ is.
In fact, no matter how much I keep talking about geniuses and such, it doesn’t make sense to think of a concept like a communications station so easily.
There was just one thing that came before.
It’s the Death Knight.
It was because I was the one who operated them as subordinates that I was able to come up with the concept of a communications center.
What this means is this.
Death Knights are subservient to me, the caster.
At that moment of submission, a small, invisible bond appears between the Death Knight and me.
This is called a ‘link’.
Of the many theories that link communication channels and connect magic to magic, the one that simply means ‘to connect’ is the right one.
A Death Knight connected by a single string with the existence of the country at its center.
Wherever they go in the world, I can’t help but notice them.
Because they are connected by a string.
That’s why the concept of a communications center came to mind.
And the reason why I’m mumbling like this now is…
If.
What happens if a Death Knight dies?
It won’t be difficult.
The moment a Death Knight linked to me dies, that information is also revealed to me, who is linked to him.
in other words.
A Death Knight has now died.
That’s the Death Knight who was sent to seduce the dragon.
“Ugh.”
[Why are you doing that?]
“The link is broken.”
[Dragon?]
He nodded.
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[Looking at the situation you’re going through, it looks like you’re planning to bring that dragon and have it create a communication port. Is that right?]
“Yes, that’s right.”
[… … There’s no way I can convince you with words… … .]
He chuckled and ended up laughing.
How do you see me?
How kind I am.
“Surely I wouldn’t do that. I tried to calm him down with words and have a conversation about this and that… … but this guy just killed a Death Knight.”
[… … .]
This is more serious than you think.
“That Death Knight would have protected those around me as long as he lived. But killing that Death Knight would be no different from touching one of my people.”
The teacher tilts his head.
[Is that how it is?]
I too have some shame, so I can’t bear to look the teacher in the eye.
“I can’t help it. I have no choice but to give in.”
[Yeah, that’s what happens in the end.]
Hmm.
“I told you I was really trying to talk to you like a gentleman?”
The teacher snickers as if telling me not to make him laugh.
ah.
As expected, our teacher.
You know me too well.
* * *
Five minutes passed.
Blanc was still standing there.
Blanc, with his serious expression, was truly, seriously serious.
Because it was a situation where it had to be that way.
How can someone live for 400 years?
You say you’ve overcome the limitations of the species set before the absolute flow of time?
That’s ridiculous.
Blanc thought.
It must be someone other than Valentine Milos.
Most dragons born in the past 400 years dismiss the past of Valentine Milos as a tall tale.
Because I have never experienced it or felt it.
Blanc was different from those dragons.
He knows.
The fact that the two lords and the dragons who were currently unable to escape the Forest of Demons would all grit their teeth and swallow in fear at the mere mention of her name.
So Blanc thought:
That won’t work.
Valentine Milos must never be alive.
It was similar to the reaction Balactus showed, but it was definitely different.
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So I thought.
Could it be that this is not black magic, but some other type of magic?
When I thought about it carefully, there was something strange about using mana.
It feels like a 7 circle mana user is using 9 circle mana.
Even though we had never exchanged blows, I had that much insight.
Because it’s a little dragon.
Blanc was making a huge mistake right now.
Anyone who has even a passing knowledge of Death Knights will know that the caster and the Death Knight are linked.
That means the caster has now noticed the Death Knight’s death.
So Blanc was stupid.
Phew-!
Suddenly, a flow of mana appears in the air.
There, a man appears with a doll sitting on his shoulder, and he lands on the floor.
Blanc could only stare blankly.
* * *
A man with his hair swept back, almost in a bob cut.
Her hair was wavy and quite voluminous, either because she had styled it or because she had a perm.
People call that a lion’s head, but lion’s heads are golden.
His hair is green.
So in my past life I called him this.
“Long time no see, Chlorophyll.”
“… … .”
He didn’t answer.
Oh, really.
I teleported all the way here, so I need to answer.
I was about to say that.
The body fragments of the Death Knight that fell where I landed.
He turned his head slowly.
Not even a shape remains.
There were chunks of flesh stuck to the floor and blood that had hardened and crystallized a long time ago.
And around here.
When I look at it, there is no mess like this mess.
