The Return of the Destruction Level Death Knight Episode 57
Episode 57 Jacques Noiret (3)
The sword wielded by Damian decapitated Jacques Noiret.
The severed head was lying on the ground. The headless body stumbled for a moment and then fell to the floor.
“A knight shouldn’t be swayed by his emotions.”
Thanks to Jacques Noiret being blinded by anger, he was able to finish it off easily.
If it weren’t for that, it would have been a little annoying at the end.
“You’re learning all sorts of strange things.”
The technique Jacques Noiret used at the end was unusual.
However, when it comes to technology that explodes potential power, I have experienced it a lot in my past life.
During his time as a Death Knight, Damian was nothing short of a disaster, so many knights had no choice but to stop the disaster.
However, none of the techniques I saw at that time showed a rapid increase in strength like Jacques Noiret.
In particular, the sword that Jacques Noiret swung at the end was so fearsome that it rivaled that of a high class sword.
“I guess I should leave sooner than that.”
The forest was completely destroyed, leaving huge sword marks on the ground.
It didn’t make sense that he went on this rampage and no one noticed.
It was clear that a nearby territory would send an engineer to investigate.
If they encounter them and discover that Damian killed Jacques Noiret, things get complicated.
However, leaving empty-handed like this was not profitable. Damien quickly searched for Jacques Noiret’s body.
There wasn’t anything that great. All that was left was the sword that Jacques Noiret used and the pouch on his belt.
Damian examined Jacques Noiret’s sword. Unfortunately, it was an ordinary iron sword.
But the pockets were different. Surprisingly, it was a pocket with a space expansion spell.
On the outside, it was a leather pouch the size of a fist, but it was quite spacious on the inside.
Magic tools with space expansion magic were treasures that everyone coveted.
However, it was nothing compared to the subspace ring that Damian had. Even in terms of space size and practicality, the subspace ring was much more valuable.
Damian took out the items in his pocket one by one.
Emergency rations, healing potions, gold coins, and two books popped out.
Gastroenteritis, beolseongjigwangyak.
Both were techniques used by Jacques Noiret.
More than half of the Wijinpoyeonggeom was lost, but the contents of the Beolseongjigwangyak were intact.
“Are there any Mana exercises written down?”
Now Damian was creating his own mana practice. For that goal, we needed as many references as possible.
When it comes to weapon technology, Damian already had a lot of data piled up in his head. If it’s not enough, just read other articles and learn.
But the Mana practice was different.
Mana practice worked inside the body and was much more elaborate and complex than weapon techniques.
Even Damian could not completely steal the Mana Practice.
So now Damian desperately needed a book containing the Mana Practice method.
Damian read the Wisdom Poyeonggeom with anticipation. But soon his face was colored with disappointment.
“The part about mana practice has completely disappeared.”
Most of the gastric angiograms were lost. Not only the swordsmanship part but even the mana practice techniques had all disappeared.
Damian put his regrets behind him and opened the bee starlight potion.
Unlike the Wijinpo Yeongeom, the beolseongjigwangyak was fine. But Damian couldn’t achieve what he wanted this time either.
-Give up your life. Then you will gain strength.
I recognized it as soon as I saw the words written on the first page.
This is the Donggwijin technique that Jacques Noiret used at the end.
“I need the mana practice, not Dongguijin’s method.”
Damian clicked his tongue briefly.
Still, it was clear that Beolseongjigwangyak was an extremely excellent technology.
I started reading the back content a little more to see if there was anything I could use as a reference.
“… … huh?”
As Damian read a few more chapters, he realized a sense of discomfort.
The content was too complicated and detailed for Dongguijin’s method.
Damian sat there and read the Book of Exploration.
“… … “It’s the Mana Practice, right?”
It was cleverly hidden, but Damian could tell.
It was made so that anyone with shallow knowledge could only see it as Dongguijin’s method.
The true identity of Beolseongjigwangyak was the Mana Practice.
It was even of a very high standard and had unique efficacy.
“It’s a mana practice that builds up magical power through battle.”
Beolseongjigwangyak was not a Jeonggong that sat and absorbed magical power. It was a pupil who accumulated magic power by moving his body.
Unlike the regular mana practice, the number of pupil mana practice was very small. This was because the level of difficulty was so high.
“That’s not all… … “This mana practice has the ability to strengthen the body.”
Beolseongjigwangyak was a mana practice that stored magical energy in the muscles. The stored magical power exerted unique effects and transformed the muscles.
Faster, stronger.
Bulseongjigwangyak was a mana practice that aimed to create a body just for combat.
“You can’t believe that such a great practice technique was recorded by deceiving it using Dongguijin’s method… … .”
It was natural that Jacques Noiret did not appreciate the true value of the bee-shine medicine.
I don’t know who developed it, but it was clear that he was a person with a very nasty personality.
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“This was a windfall.”
Damian put the bee starlight medicine into subspace with a happy face.
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Damian returned to where the group was.
If I continued like this, it was obvious that other people would find out. Damian took the group into the carriage.
“let’s go.”
Damian used the font for the horses leading the carriage.
The horses ran at breakneck speeds, fueled by the magic power Damian had injected into them.
The carriage shook violently, but the companions did not wake up. It was thanks to the black magic that Damien had cast.
“Should I stop here?”
Damian stopped the carriage in a newly appeared forest.
He had the group get off the wagon and set up the campsite to resemble the original forest.
By the time the work was finished, the day was slowly starting to dawn. Damian lifted the black magic that had been placed on his group.
“Hwaaaam.”
The first person to wake up was Abel.
Abel stretched and yawned.
“hmm? “Brother, are you awake already?”
Abel asked as he looked at Damian sitting in front of the bonfire. Damian said as he put firewood into the bonfire.
“I woke up early because the night air was cold. Oh, would you like a cup of tea?”
“I would appreciate it if you could give it to me.”
Damian filled an iron kettle with water and placed it on the campfire.
After a while, Damian poured the brewed tea into a steel cup and offered it to Abel.
“Now, drink it.”
“thank you.”
Abel blew on the tea to cool it down. She is sipping tea. Suddenly I realized something strange.
“But brother, did the forest originally look like this?”
There was something different between the scenery I saw before going to sleep and the scenery I saw after waking up.
Since I wasn’t a hunter, I couldn’t pinpoint it, but I felt a sense of discomfort somewhere.
“Are you half asleep?”
Damian said with a look like, “What nonsense?” Abel looked embarrassed.
Even thinking about it, it was a strange sound.
But Abel’s suspicions grew stronger as the other two awakened.
“Hmm? “Master, there seems to be something strange about the forest.”
“What nonsense?”
“It’s lower than the trees I saw before… … It seems to be small… … .”
“All trees are the same.”
“That’s true, but… … .”
Victor, who got up from bed, kept shaking his head.
“Stop making noise and get ready for breakfast. hungry.”
“Yep, I understand.”
Victor quickly took out the ingredients and began to boil a simple stew.
“Good morning.”
Then Olivia Copperhead woke up. Olivia got out of her carriage and stretched.
“… … what?”
Olivia looked around and kept tilting her head.
“Why the forest… … Something… … Hmm?”
Olivia’s reaction made Abel confident.
“… … older brother.”
“OK.”
“What on earth have you done this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t act like a fool! “Three people are already saying the scenery is strange!”
Damian raised one of his eyebrows at Abel’s words.
“What makes the scenery strange? “Do you really think I scissored the trees last night?”
When Damien came back to the station to argue, Abel was at a loss for words.
“Or maybe I took you away during the night and moved you to another forest? “I’m not crazy. Why would I do something like that?”
The more I listened, the more Damian was right.
Why would Damian do such things?
“Originally, a forest has a different feel when it is dark and when it is bright. So I guess I had the illusion that the scenery had changed.”
“… … yes.”
“If you understand, stop talking nonsense and go get the dishes. “I need to eat.”
Abel stood up with a humble expression on his face.
Damian muttered quietly as he watched Abel leave to get the dishes.
“As expected, there is nothing that cannot be insisted upon.”
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“… … .”
The Holy Knights who arrived at the scene were speechless.
A completely destroyed forest and clear sword marks on the ground.
It was evidence that a terrible battle took place here last night.
What surprised the Paladins even more was the corpse of Jacques Noiret left on the floor.
“… … “He died because his throat was cut.”
Paladin Thomas said with a very shocked face.
According to reports, they heard a roar from a nearby estate and asked other nobles for help.
As soon as the church heard the news, they dispatched a paladin thinking it might be Jacques Noiret.
It took less than a few hours to get here.
Jacques Noiret lost his life in such a short period of time?
This was impossible unless the opponent’s skills were far superior to Jacques Noiré’s.
“Sir Thomas, who do you think killed Jacques Noiret?”
One of the paladins asked Thomas. Thomas thought for a moment and said.
“Jacques Noiret is a top middle class driver. Someone skilled enough to kill him like this in one go… … .”
Thomas fought Jacques Noiret just a few days ago.
Although they were the same middle class, the gap in skill was clear. Jacques Noiret lightly dealt with Thomas and then ran away.
If there is a person who can kill such a person… … .
“There is only high class.”
High class.
A state located just below the master, a true superhuman.
Although not as good as the Master, the High Class were enough monsters to be called monsters.
If you are high class, you have enough skills to kill Jacques Noiret.
However, the Holy Knights were not easily convinced by Thomas’ words.
“But Sir Thomas, if High Class was around here, there’s no way we wouldn’t have known about it.”
Currently, there are three high-class people in the Apple kingdom.
If even one of them made a move, the rumor spread throughout the kingdom.
“I think I may have encountered an unknown high class.”
“It’s not known… … “Not high class?”
“The world is wide and there are many great people, isn’t there? “I don’t think it’s an absurd assumption, as the Master has been discovered deep in the valley.”
Above all, there was a reason to be confident that Thomas was high class.
“And who else but High Class could kill Jacques Noiret so easily?”
The paladins could only nod their heads at those words.
That day, a bulletin board announcing the death of Jacques Noiret flew toward the church.
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