Chapter 82: In The Name Of Honor (16)

Chapter 82: In The Name Of Honor (16)

Mage Ottman, is your mana situation alright?

Theres no problem. The wave I created now uses almost none of my mana. I just added my formula to the frame my students already created.

Using formulas with the mana that his students provided. Thinking back on it, Isaac also used a similar method to use magic within the void stones effective range. It is where the students extracted the mana from the towers mana source and passed it over to him to use his formulas.

Is it common in water-type magic to create combinations like this?

Hm It is definitely easier compared to other types. Since water is an easy medium to handle, honestly, we were not planning to use something fancy like that at the opening, but those younguns must have felt pressured and pushed themselves too far. You did scare them a lot, so they were under pressure to prove they were useful.

As Professor and Ottoman continued brightly with their mage talk, Aldrich crumpled his nose and budged into the conversation.

Hey, you two. Sorry for the interruption, but you didnt forget that we are in the middle of enemy territory right now, right? Looking at how the aura of corruption is flowing densely around this area, youll lose your mind in a second if youre not paying attention.

To Aldrichs worried nagging, Professor replied while scanning their surroundings.

Im well aware of that. You dont have to worry too much. I wont lose my mind to this much.

That goes for me as well. Although I do not specialize in combat, I am still a mage with the fifth awakening. Even if my body dies, I will not lose my mind.

I hope so. Itll be a pain for someone standing nearby to go crazy during battle.

I guarantee that will not happen.

[No! I cant guarantee that! All sorts of things are crawling in here!]

Professor grinned at the irritated response that came from his head.

[Its gross! Disgusting! Vessel, we have to leave this place or break that tower as soon as possible! I dont like this!]

Alright. Thanks.

[Come in here and help me for a moment! Like that thing you did when I was terrorizing yo]

Have fun in there.

He could imagine Hyde in his head with a janitors outfit scrubbing away the dark magics effects, crawling into his brain with a mop.

Hyde is technically a lifeform with just a consciousness, after all. Its only natural for him to dislike the effects of dark magic, which tend to affect consciousness.

One of the most annoying parts of dealing with a dark mage in a territory like this was that even though they didnt get hit with dark magic, just being inside their territory built up the dark magic inside them.

Dark mages could imbue their aura into the area to cast a curse that could not be avoided, but thanks to Hyde, he was unintentionally able to gain somewhat of a resistance to its effects.

Very shortly, in front of the individuals who were strolling toward the village, there appeared a tower enveloped by a dense fog.

.Im glad I didnt bring my students.

Grrrrr I agree. If those children, who cant even look at corpses, saw this, they would have fainted.

Even for Professor, who boasted a history in which he experienced an incredibly vast amount of horrible things in both reality and in GG, the scene that unfolded before him left his mouth agape.

What they thought was a tower was actually a massive tree.

A sort of tree that would grow if a land of bones held malice for the world.

On top of a thick, solid trunk consisting of countless vertebrae were blood vessels that crawled around the entire tree, pulsing. From that trunk were branches made from femurs and ribcages, ending with hundreds of flesh-colored leaves.

Every time the vessels on the branches pulsated, the capillaries inside the human flesh leaves, like leaf veins, also moved together. Thanks to that, the tree made of bones continuously moved and shook its branches as if it were placed on top of a windy hill. The black ash surrounding it had been coming out of the shaking tree itself.

Its size was so large that they had to tilt their heads nearly ninety degrees to see the end. Exactly how many corpses were needed to create a structure like this?

This

Is my greatest masterpiece. Do you, warrior blinded by the light and child who follows the path of darkness, still think my territory is a 6? Genuinely?

Within the group, which was at a loss for words at the unbelievable sight, a voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard shot into their ears. The man appeared silently, as if they had been there the entire time. The thing that was floating around in the air a slight distance away from the group was something that looked like a youthful child with sickly pale skin.

Professor looked at the dark mage and responded with a voice laced with disgust.Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

Looking at how you speak, you werent born yesterday. Thats a pretty nasty hobby youve got there. Perhaps you like children? Do you get aroused when you look at kids that just started walking?

Hm. You are fitter to be a mercenary in the streets than a warrior of the church. A mage defines the world with its own image. Is the outer appearance nothing more than just a shell? I merely believed a youthful exterior would appeal more to the eye.

Whisper, whisper

That doesnt make sense.

Hes a mage. Let him be.

While Professor and Borka were whispering among themselves, the boy turned to look at the large tree as if uninterested in the intruders.

Is it not astounding? The world gives only one for receiving one. Yet this human tree has transformed the most insignificant beings into something great. I have succeeded in making something that reaches beyond that spectrum. You, child, who follow the same path, why dont you answer me? You should know how beautiful this lifeform is.

To the boys voice that sounded like he was talking directly into their ears, Alrdichs aged voice responded with venomous anger.

Its a zero, necromancer. This is the peak of inefficiency. The burnt ashes of the soul built up so much that theyre visible to the naked eye. Its incredibly sloppy for a piece that was made by someone who supposedly studies dark magic. You know less about the flow of spirits than even normal humans.

To Aldrichs curses, the necromancer in a childs body just laughed out loud.

Only the destitute see the little things as a lifetime treasure. Those who work with souls need a fearless heart, child. Little souls are as plentiful as sand grains on a seashore. Those who would have wasted their worthless lives to till the soil and care for animals are now burning their useless lives to attain greater success.

A green glow emitted from the empty eyes of the boy that the necromancer embodied, and with a single movement of his hand, the entire village started to shake.

Compared to that, Professor was struggling a bit more. While Borka was cutting through five undead at a time, Professor was punching down one to two at a time.

Cant you get more serious?!

About what?!

Fighting! Like when you were fighting with me! Send them flying with one blow!

I cant! I need to use up an arm for that, and then how am I supposed to get that dark mage? Thats a one-time use thing!

What? Thats a trash

Shut it!

Clench!

Grabbing the head of a Dullahan charging towards him, Professor threw the head at the dark mage in the air.

Dingggggg!

The head that shot up as a cannon collided with the black ash that clustered together instantly and broke down with a loud metallic sound.

Damn it. There isnt any opening

It was a shame their opponent wasnt a mute. If he could use the bloodlust mode, he would have thrown himself at him without hesitation, but because he was currently limited with the attacks he could use, it wasnt easy approaching him.

If I use both legs to jump up, then its one hit with the right and one with the left. Can I positively take him down with two hits?

He considered charging in for a moment but shook his head in the end. Looking back at the fight with Isaac, mages always made sure to create a means to protect their bodies first in battle. That black ash that looked incredibly important was all used to surround his body and use the undead for an attack. Just by looking, he invested over seventy percent of his power in defense.

Gmmmmmmnnnnngg

Wooouuuuuuuuu!!!!!

Uuuaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

As time passed, the heads started to cry out again.

Life is a journey towards death, so let the destination be under your path. [Last Word]

The dark mages curse used the crying sounds as a catalyst to create large waves that rang out.

Both Borka and Professor, who had been pushing through the battle with difficulty, crouched down and covered their ears.

Their heads pulsed like they were about to explode, and their bodies became heavy like metal. And the ground was physically moving, trying to bury them.

Staggering around, Borka threw himself toward Professor and shouted at him.

Grrrrrrrr, Captain! I cant take this much longer!

Damn it! Theres no other choice. Borka! Protect the mages! Plans have chan

May all listen

Halt

Just as Professor prepared to jump into the air before more curses added on, a low voice boomed through the plaza, stopping the undead in their tracks and making their heads turn towards the source of the voice.

It wasnt just the undead. Professor, Borka, and the dark mage were all looking in that direction.

It was a small voice that sounded like it was speaking to the soul itself.

As the path forward is long, halting does not mean turning back

The source of the sound was Aldrich, who had been preparing his spell. Every time a spell left his lips, a waterfall of shadows poured out of the soul jar hanging around Professors neck and flowed down to the ground.

At that moment, Professor and Borkas heads turned to the sky. The pale childs finger was pointing toward Aldrich.

Borka!

I know!

Spt!

[Hatred Thorns]!

The two blocked the thorns with their bodies in front of Aldrich, whose eyes were closed. When Aldrich opened his eyes, which turned black, he put his hands into the thin layer of mana that flowed throughout the entire plaza.

O lost souls, you contain the final destination within yourselves, so go

[Homeward]

Psssssk

At the end of the spell cast across the entire area, there was neither a loud bang nor a flashing light. All that happened was that a small white light came out of the soul jar, emitting dark mana, and merely seeped in.

However, Aldrich stood up, slightly staggering

Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump thump thump thump

And on the other hand, all the undead in the square collapsed like puppets without strings.