Chapter 345

Chapter 345. True Water Merchant (7) The order from the young master was no different, but to collect enough magic energy by using the contamination of the water source.

What they released wasn't just poison.

It is a secret poison that has been handed down from generation to generation in churches that produce high concentrations of demonic energy from polluted water.

There is no substance that is the essence of nature itself like pure water. That's why if you pollute it, you can get a bigger demonic energy.

Terror was not interested.

From the beginning, their only purpose was to produce and retrieve demonic energy.

“It is clear that the Magi retrieved through this operation exceeds the planned amount.”

“That was it. Interference is within the expected range. Even taking that into account, it is a sufficient amount.”

“By the way, Little Teacher? What are you going to do with that amount of demons?”

Rogel impatiently asked.

Anyway, this operation was only instructed to ‘gather a large amount of demonic energy', and he was not even told what to do with it.

In the first place, the young master ‘will declare war.' After the declaration, the person himself has been giving orders like this while looking into the sorcery book while shutting himself in.

Rogel's question now meant that the members of the church under his command were secretly peeking out from under the shadows.

“...Are you wondering what you want to do?”

The sorceress muttered, not taking her eyes off the magic book she was reading.

It was a somewhat displeased voice.

“Do you think it is meaningless?”

“...Sorry.”

Rogel quickly fell on his face, his complexion turned white.

He is a black magician who is considered one of the outstanding executives within the church.

However, even with that, he did not dare to fight against Letelneas.

He didn't know what result he would bring if he recklessly threw up on the minor master, so he just repeated his apology as if he hadn't thought about anything.

“I am deeply reflecting on my ignorance.”

“No. You have done well as you are. Rest assured, I am not blaming you.”

Saying that, Letelneas didn't seem to care much about his foolish side.

He put down the magic book he was reading and moved his gaze to the kneeling warlock.

Dark magic that makes you feel like your insides are burning just by making eye contact.

As expected, the depth is different even for those who use the same black magic.

“Yeah... Now that it’s like this, I should teach you. What are you aiming for?”

At his words, Rogel slowly raised his head.

“Yes, as an inexperienced person, I cannot predict the will of the young schoolmaster.”

“Nothing. It’s just trying to gather up the missing amount in advance.”

“Is that what you want to attract?”

“A thousand years since the church was established.”

Letelneas suddenly said,

“Who do you think has reigned as the most powerful and greatest warlock in the church's history for the past thousand years?”

“The teacher is coming.”

There was no hesitation in the answer.

Not just Rogel, but all members of the church would give the same answer if asked the same question.

The best black magician.

The answer hasn't changed since a thousand years ago.

Now, the leader no one has ever seen before.

But their beliefs do not change.

“Yes, it is. The only one who has reached the limit is the teacher.”

But why is he referring to the religious leader now?

Rogel was puzzled by that.

“For the purpose that the substitute schoolmaster wants...”

“This is it.”

He picked up the old book he had been reading a moment ago and tapped it.

“It's...

” It's a sorcery book with secret techniques left by the then headmaster about 500 years ago.

It's called the “Book of Eternity”. Well, it's not perfect.”

“The teacher?!”

I couldn't help but open my eyes wide and be amazed.

A magic book with secrets left by the leader himself...

All black magicians already know that there exists a magic book left by the leader of the dark church.

However, the reason he is so shocked is that the magic book is not something that can be easily accessed.

Saying so, the young master picked up the magic book.

It was to suppress the leaking demonic energy once again, and then present it to the warlock.

“... can I dare to watch it?”

“Does not matter. After all, this secret technique is not something you can make your own just by looking at it. There, it is divided into upper and lower parts. It won't happen if you read just one.”

“Then where is the other one?”

“Unfortunately, the lower authority does not exist within the Church. So, there is nothing you can do about it.”

“Then?...”

Do I need to decline to show it?

From generation to generation, only the minor priest has the right to peruse the cult leader's heritage.

The chance to get a glimpse of even a part of it might not come for the rest of my life.

Any chance to see it?

Thinking that it doesn't matter if he went crazy, the warlock looked at the page he showed him as if he were bewitched.

And...

his chin began to tremble of its own accord.

“It’s nonsense.”

Those words came out of nowhere.

“...That's right... What kind of idea did the head teacher have at the time?!”

It is impossible for him to learn this secret art just because he sees as Retelneas said. The most important thing is missing.

Perhaps the rest is described in the second volume.

But I knew what it meant like a speck of dust.

“This... is not a feat that humans can accomplish. But... if that is really possible, it is certain that the continent will praise and fear our name.”

“yes?”

Looking down at the trembling man, Letelneas rejoiced.

Even though it is inferior, if there is someone who understands the meaning, it is a good law.

“But... isn't it only the headmaster who can write this?”

On the one hand, I wondered.

Even if this amount of secret art was left as a magic book, there was no way anyone could easily use it.

However, the person who developed it, Gyoju, cannot go out into the world.

For some reason, the priest fell asleep with his back to the world.

And the reason is related to the kingdom of Ernesia.

Descendants of the church that survived until now knew that.

That's why the black magicians are still gnashing their teeth at the thorn in their eyes, the Kingdom of Ernesia, in order to fulfill the sect's secret wish.

“Don’t worry. You don't know that.”

Only at this time, the So Gyoju spoke a bit bitterly.

“I also studied this secret technique, but I couldn't use it either. Even the lower authority is not currently within the church.”

Perhaps he did his own research.

“In other words, the only person who has reached the point of being able to use this is the religious leader.”

But there was no sign of discouragement.

Rather, he had a sly smile on his lips.

“Isn’t that simple?”

Unusable esoteric.

If so, why not call someone who can write?

“Am I really?”

“I have already finished all the preparations.

I've already got what I need for the ritual. All that was left was the magic of the person who needed it.”

“Why?”

“One of the purposes of his sleep is to gather demon energy for a long time.

Well, the amount collected this time will almost satisfy the amount he set for the purpose.”

large amounts of magic.

Only then did Rogel realize what the minor master was aiming for.

“Ohhhhhhhh... that's what!”

While the warlock Rogel groaned in amazement, Letelneas clenched his fists as if intoxicated with his knowledge and majesty.

“That's right. Finally, the time has come for the priest to resurrect to the world again!”

From the beginning, he deliberately ordered contamination terrorism in order to procure the demons necessary for the resurrection of the cult leader.

Of course, it still takes time.

It only covered the necessary demons.

If it went according to plan, the leader's awakening would have to be in the far distant future.

What he is trying to do now is to advance that time.