Chapter 210: Subjugation Battle (10)
With those words, the Red Magician’s head lted like liquid.
But that wasn’t the end. With a foul stench, the Red Magician, transford into blood, bubbled and was reborn in a new form.
Crack.
Crunch-!
Rising as a massive orb.
Like an insect’s egg, it made the team’s eyes bloodshot. Enraged, they drew their swords, roaring as they charged.
“We need to crush that egg before it hatches!”
“Attack! Everyone, attack!”
“Wait, hold on…”
“Calm down! Everyone, calm down!”
Sensing sothing amiss, a high priest tried desperately to calm the team. Sprinkling holy water and chanting blessings, he believed their aggressive behavior, as if under a ntal attack, wasn’t normal.
But despite his efforts, the team sward like moths to a fla, swinging swords and smashing shields to destroy the dark red orb.
And shortly after.
Crack, crack…
Boom-!
A brief crack.
Then an explosion.
The orb burst with a trendous sound, turning dozens of team mbers into bloody pulp. The priests watching collapsed with hollow expressions.
Not because of the team’s losses.
Though that played a part, it was the evil erging from the black orb, the overwhelming Magi, that left them unable to think clearly.
“Hmm, not bad.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“Why such expressions? Did you think I was just an ordinary Black Magician reliant on long-range magic? That’s a mistake. My aspiration is to beco a perfect Demon, physically and all. Keep that in mind for better understanding.”
As he said, his new form looked incredibly robust.
Massive muscles.
Sothing tough, like a crustacean’s shell, encasing them.
Lava-like liquid flowing along its grain and flas spewing with each breath… he was undeniably Demon-like. The only flaw was the lack of horns on his forehead, which he seed aware of, giving a wry smile as he muttered.
“If my research had progressed a bit further, I’d have been reborn as a true Demon with horns…”
“…….”
“…….”
“Well, this is the best I can do for now. Shall we begin?”
Whoosh.
Before he finished speaking, the Red Magician vanished.
Most team mbers looked bewildered, unable to track his speed, but so could.
The rcenary King, Konjinyu, and other top-tier fighters were among them. They moved swiftly toward the Red Magician heading for the team’s rear. So even preempted his path.
But as if mocking their efforts, the Red Magician’s form blurred again.
Even Master-level fighters were shocked. They couldn’t see his movents.
It was only natural.
This wasn’t physical prowess but high-level magic, Blink, cast rapidly.
Whoosh, grab!
Crunch-!
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
An astonishing sight unfolded.
Silenos, a Demon considered among the team’s top fighters, was caught by the Red Magician, her head crushed in an instant.
Thud-
Collapsing like a marionette with cut strings, she lted into blood on the ground. Her three iron-masked escorts, enraged, swung their swords wildly at the Red Magician.
But it was futile.
Rumble-!
Clang!
Clang, clang, clang-!
Focusing his Mana, his forearms, harder than an Aura Sword, blocked all their attacks. Not stopping there, he unleashed brutal kicks, crushing the Demons’ bodies viciously.
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom-!
“…….”
“Monster…”
So, seeing the Red Magician dispatch the Demons, muttered in fear.
It was only natural. His seamless use of magic and physical prowess felt invincible. Despite four Sword Masters, he dominated the battlefield at will. Konjinyu, grinding his teeth, thought.
‘I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but this….’
The problem wasn’t just the Red Magician.
The Creatures rising from the ground?
Not those pathetic things.
For so reason, since the Red Magician appeared, the one-ard old man had stepped back, rely observing.
Konjinyu couldn’t stand how much he bothered him.
‘Before we arrived, that old man alone was overpowering both Duke Muel and Rough Schroeder.’
Who was he?
What kind of being radiated a presence as dangerous as the rampaging Red Magician, watching the battlefield?
As he thought this.
As if reading his mind, Zeb, the rookie of Acanthus who had been silent, spoke.
“That’s the Village’s General Manager.”
“……!”
“He might be even stronger than the Red Magician…”
Zeb continued, his voice filled with helplessness.
It was only natural.
He had trained relentlessly, day and night, for revenge. He had beco unmatched among Graduates, but now he felt his limits keenly.
It wouldn’t work.
Against these absolute powerhouses, his sword was no more than a twig.
Unless he beca a Master.
No, unless he surpassed even that and overwheld these two, revenge would be impossible. He’d only writhe like a worm at their feet before departing this world.
‘Damn it.’
'What do I do….’
Rough Schroeder and Duke Muel felt similarly.
The Red Magician was stronger than imagined. Even with Heitz and Gael, four Sword Masters might barely match him.
But they couldn’t all engage him. That would leave no one to face the mysterious one-ard old man.
‘Of course, there’s still a chance for more reinforcents. The team leader, Harang, and so first-class Demon Inquisitors haven’t joined yet… Damn it, even with them, it feels lacking. We’re at a clear disadvantage!’
They didn’t know the exact strength of the team leader, Durand Verhagen. Harang was a formidable powerhouse, but whether the two could suppress the old man… they were skeptical.
Having faced him, they knew.
He was a monster. Even if the strongest in the south, the head of the Seton Swordsmanship Hall, or the mysterious ‘Sword Demon’ who defeated him ca, they couldn’t beat this powerhouse.
In such a desperate situation, how could they find a breakthrough?
Should they risk their lives, ignore attacks from behind, and focus on one?
Would that even give them a chance?
“You all seem quite confused.”
As if mocking Duke Muel, the Red Magician spoke leisurely.
It was infuriating. Not just Duke Muel—everyone in the arena felt the sa.
But none could act rashly, such was the Red Magician’s presence. Such was the one-ard old man’s intimidation.
Two absolute powerhouses, towering over even Master-level fighters.
As the team’s morale plumted, crushed by their might.
Step, step.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Soone.
Another figure arrived in the massive cavern.
Most eyes turned toward them. Their faces held the sa shock as when facing the one-ard old man or the Red Magician’s display of power.
It was only natural.
With each step into the cavern, the black-haired young man’s presence grew overwhelmingly imnse, beyond their usual imagination.
“Phew.”
He didn’t care.
The black-haired young man, Harang, paid no heed to how others looked at him. He simply did what he had to.
Rumble-
He thought deeply of the connections he loved and cherished.
Rumble-!
He recalled the warmth and love they had sent him. Harnessing the growing nature of positive emotions, his gray Aura Sword began to take on a red hue.
Fwoosh-!
Like a fla-wrapped blade, the Red Sword brightly illuminated the cavern. Duke Muel, Rough Schroeder, and Heitz widened their eyes.
‘Why….’
‘It’s not a Blue Sword?’
‘He clearly used a Blue Sword during our spar, didn’t he? What’s going on?’
Indeed.
Before the subjugation team set out, Harang had used a blue Color Sword in his spar with Heitz. As cold as Heitz’s and as sharp as Duke Muel’s.
So, seeing him now manifest a Red Sword was as shocking as facing an unsolvable mystery.
But.
What happened next was even more astonishing.
“Hoo.”
Harang exhaled again.
His mind filled with different thoughts.
Unlike before, these weren’t pleasant mories.
‘Save ! Please save !’
‘Aaaah! Fire!’
‘Damn it, what’s happening…!’
The sight of his beloved, cherished people running in terror flashed in his mind.
The vivid image of Marzen’s innocent residents caught in the Red Magician’s magic, injured, collapsing, losing their lives.
The loss of connections.
The absence of what Harang valued most allowed him to draw upon negative energy. It enabled him to summon a cold, piercing hatred like a winter gale.
Thus, a chilling blue blade erged.
His Red Sword, once fiery, began to shift to a different color from its roots.
Rumble-!
But it wasn’t a pure blue.
While it was true Harang hated the Red Magician and was angry at the village, he wasn’t consud solely by those emotions. Deep in his heart, the warm feelings for Marzen’s connections still held strong.
Thus, the final color enveloping his blade… was purple.
Holding the Purple Sword, another absolute powerhouse, Harang, spoke to everyone.
“I’ll handle the one-ard old man. So… please, everyone else, take on the Red Magician together.”
An audacious claim to face the Village’s General Manager alone.
Yet, no one objected.
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