Chapter 525 – The World of the Dead (3)
– Wow!
The skull of the warlock who received the Nord’s attack was neatly split between the eyebrows.
As he was the first to run to the boshin, his defensive magic was the best among the warlocks gathered here, but against a weapon wrapped in an aura, it was no better than a sheet of paper.
《Tch, get rid of it!!》
As the comrade with his head sliced like a watermelon staggered to fall, the other subordinates also braced themselves.
Die or kill
If he was a coward who hesitated until he stood at the crossroads of life and death, he would not have been chosen by those who stood at the pinnacle of warlocks.
《Look at your rumored skills, where to go!!》
The second warlock scattered thunderbolts that swept through space.
Brommair, a black magician who uses the poisonous black lightning.
The brain energy that extends like a solid line reflects his bad taste in torturing life. It was a poisonous lightning that even the paladin who had been trained in preparation for torture at the mere touch of it could not stand the scream.
No matter what a master is, in the end, the essence is human.
Brommair has proven that there is no relationship between self-denial and ability to endure pain.
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However, before the lightning that stretched like a net so as not to block the vision could reach the body, Nord’s spear blade exploded with tremendous lightning power.
Kwarrrr. The thunder dragon with its jaws wide open drew a stroke in the dark room, sweeping away poison lightning and burning it all.
The poison lightning, which had been sprayed out as thin as it was elaborately crafted, was buried in several times more powerful lightning and evaporated. Brommare’s head, which had been expecting the enemy’s scream as he stretched out the lightning from his hand, was also burned away with charcoal when the thunder dragon’s scales brushed past.
─Shukkak!!
As the Thunder Dragon passed by, a man with his mouth covered jumped out from behind the Nord in the thick shadow.
It was Halleon who had been assassinating with the blade of darkness and shadow. The shadows formed when the sun harshly roasted the earth, and the darkness of the night when the stars turned away were all his weapons.
When the generals who raised the army to annihilate the black magician went missing with the morning sun the next day, the citizens would tremble in fear, saying that he, who was called the desert demon, would have taken a living sacrifice.
His magic, capable of stealth if he was in the shadows, was able to compete with the mithril class without exaggeration in terms of killing power.
Harleon’s blades, which had ambushed his comrades as sacrifices, aimed at Nord’s legs without any delay.
The blade of Mana, thinner than an obsidian knife, dug into Nord’s skin and Mana’s skin. Halleon thought so until the moment the spear pierced the top of his head.
─Kwadeuk!
Nord slammed the spear and penetrated the floor of the room with Haleon protruding from below.
The vicious blade of darkness was ground to a more ferocious aura.
Haleon’s shadow blade was sharp, but Nord’s body was not strong enough to penetrate the mana of destruction overflowing from his body.
《Kuaaaaa!!!
The moment Nord thrust his spear into the ground, the three warlocks charged in unison.
Black flames gathered in both hands of Netheroa, which shook the Southern Astrewan Alliance. It is a black magic that does not stop at burning the enemy’s skin, but pours curses and diseases.
《Then may the power of God come (Dd.In Hm n nTr pn)──》
The flame stained with darkness and negative mana tried to form a circle dance according to the will of its master, but before it could do anything, it was extinguished in a hurry.
It was because Netheroa, who stopped the spell, switched magic to block the wind blades flying from the Nord capital. The mana flowed from the Nord capital drew a crescent moon in front of the noses of the warlocks hiding from the moonlight.
A secret weapon that added the destructive power of the aura to the secret sword acquired in the Armials family’s secret sword knights.
If you wanted a wind-type attack, you could just use magic, but magic techniques can’t withstand the destructive mana that is said to be an aura. It is a combination of martial arts that is possible only because it is a warrior’s skill.
-Snip! Despite the spread of the shield, Netheroa’s waist was cut into two pieces.
Even Netheroa, who was a few steps away from becoming a master, had no way to block the attack that combined wind speed and aura output.
But it wasn’t completely meaningless. At this moment, Nord, who took 3-4 actions, revealed a gap of about half a breath, and Netheroa’s colleague miraculously stabbed the gap.
《Caught! Become a rag and die!!”
Walloquinya, who grabbed Nord’s arm, burst into cheers mingled with murderous intent. With a malformed left arm, his sorcery was to cause the human body to rot alive.
An old tree-like hand extending 1.5 times the length of a normal person poured mana into Nord’s right arm.
Catch and go—!!
A noise like a dagger scraping against an iron plate leaked from his right arm, which had been poured with mana of corruption.
“Her?”
The skin of Nord’s right arm, which was held in the left hand of the Wallacey, peeled off, and the silver glow reflected the light left by the thunder dragon’s spark.
The concept of corruption in the steel prosthetic was almost non-existent. Reversely grabbing the cursed left arm that even the warriors of the desert were fearing and urinating on, Nord unleashed the magic of a shockwave into the body of the Wallokinya.
─Quaaang!!
As the mana of corruption bounced off, Wallokinya’s left hand exploded like a piece of wood struck by lightning.
Before he could scream, Nord’s left hand cut the wind as he twisted his body. Waves of mana spurted out like water.
The Walloquinha’s eyes widened. To reveal his trick, the obvious left arm was a fake he used to fool the strong.
He rarely used it because of its strong side effects, but his true dagger was the truly corrupting mana emitted from his right arm. It is the power of Wooshin’s curse that he acquired while wandering around Azteca when he was young.
Grabbing Nord’s fist, making his arm rot, and leaving the place in the gap.
Roaring—!!!
Thinking that far, the Walloquinya screamed in fear, unable to bear the sudden attack of the flames.
《Kuaaaaagh
A rope of flame caught him by the shoulders and pinned him to the ceiling, enveloping him in flames. ─Ugh! Upstairs, Waloquinnha put his head open, but his greasy tongue and lungs blazed through his mouth.
His agony stopped after less than three seconds.
After finishing the simple burning ceremony, Nord pulled out his spear. As if pulling a fishing rod, Haleon’s corpse came out of the shadows.
Nord immediately whipped the corpse through from his head to the pit of the stomach.
─Quaang!!
The 6th warlock, who smiled dejectedly with the power of the black magic he had raised, was beaten by a human hammer.
His four limbs, which lost their fighting spirit due to the difference in skill level, were shattered and scattered like bowling pins hit by cannonballs.
Blood splashed grandiosely, and soon it poured like rain.
Patter…
Dense silence sat heavily on the ceiling in the darkroom.
The legs of the human candle, embedded in the ceiling like a chandelier, struggled hard before stopping. Nord, who had annihilated six of his direct subordinates, shook off the sparks from the crackling spear.
“Hick, hee hee… ! Aaaaa… !》
─Tumbling.
Warlocks, their secretaries and subordinates, were either caught up in battle and died, or curled up on the ground and trembled.
Nord calmly frowned as sour ammonia vegetables filled the confined space.
《… Overwhelming.”
Off Tomb convulsed his face as he lowered his hesitantly raised arm. The Auror’s chakram was missing from his gauntlet.
It was not enough to pick up words of praise or to be astonished without words. It was a battle that happened in the blink of an eye.
An aura that radiates without hesitation. Wave Emperor’s mana amount.
A feast of all kinds of magic regardless of time and timing. In addition, the ruthless battlefield suppression that comes from that magic skill.
It is said that being able to deal with various situations is the true value of an adventurer, but the ability to kill so many different types of enemies in an instant while fighting with only one person was something that was never commonly seen.
‘No, even if there were only 1 out of 10,000 talented people like that, more than half of our country’s elite knights would have been adventurers.’
Oftum, who was about to admire the time and circumstances, regained his mind. His bloody Nord had already turned on his heels and headed upstairs.
《Nord! It doesn’t matter if we go, but we have to move together! I don’t know if it’s a former member or not, but if what they say is true, it’s better for the three of us to go together than you go alone!”
Nord grabbed the doorknob instead of answering.
─It rattles!
But the doorknob didn’t move, as if it had only his handle attached to the wall.
It was when Optum felt a sense of incongruity. The blade of mana fired from behind tore the wall where the three stood.
Wow-!!
The only thing the blade cut was the hem of Nord’s coat and the door, which he avoided a little later as if he was obsessed with the doorknob.
The horizontally split door became scabbard as if the stomach wall of a living creature was rapidly recovering. The Nord’s black coat fluttered lightly, laying the clipped leather on the ground.
《Who are you!!》
Bangleur—!! Optum threw the chakram to aura, not expecting an answer.
Someone standing at the door leading downstairs raised a sword. Chakram collided with the blade of the thick sword, and bounced off helplessly.
《… Did you stop it?”
Off Tomb bulged his eyes. He was different from his direct subordinates who were now being massacred. You didn’t dodge it, but blocked the aura from the front?
But he soon regained his cool. It was because he discovered the black red aura covering the enemy’s greatsword.
“Do you remember me, Nord?”
The person who asked that question was a strange-looking warrior who seemed to have half of his head filled with black liquid.
The red-haired master pierced the ground with his aura-wrapped greatsword and sent a sharp blow to Nord’s back. ─It rattles! But Nord turned his doorknob without even looking at him.
Naturally, the door did not open to the extent that it was split in half.
The red-haired warrior smiled.
─Chae Ae Aeng!!! The two weapons collided with bursting auras. The wooden spearhead and the mithril greatsword collided, but such an error did not become a big variable between the warriors who did not cover their brushes. Shuhuaaaaa-!! Nord half-opened his eyes and exploded the beast return mana. The words he was about to say were cut off, but Diavolo rather violently burst into life as if he had hoped. “No, it doesn’t matter which one you choose.” Beasts feed on anger and grow. With mana gushing wildly like a flash of light on his back, Nord slashed away his greatsword, which was once in a hurry to block. Touquaaaaa!!!! The greatsword and spear intertwined and let out a roar.
