Chapter 221

[ Episode 221. Adrias’ show off]

Kairak said with a serious face.



“Let’s move places first.”

He got up from his seat without answering.

Then he opened his mouth again, winking at Evan.

“Leave the escort and follow you alone.”

“Nonsense.”

Evan shook his head and blocked Kairak’s way.

I fully understood Evan’s reaction.

Kairak is an Aura Master.

Anyone can see that I look dangerous.

“it’s okay. After all, all he wants is for his son to come here safely, so he won’t be able to do anything about me.”

“That is unknown. If what just happened is all a lie, then the lord...”

“And Evan.”

I turned my head and looked straight at Evan.

“I am Adrias Cromwell.”

“.......”

“Who am I?”

“My lord is the light and the true king of this world.”

I laughed lightly at that grandiose title and shook my hand.

Then Evan slowly moved out of the way.

“You are playing a little bit. I will be right back.”

“If the lord doesn’t come before sunset...”

Evan glared at Kairak with burning eyes.

“I will kill them all.”

“yes. follow your heart.”

Kairak, who had been listening to our conversation, murmured with a look of astonishment.

“They are crazy. When the conversation is over, follow me.”

He went inside the building.

After chasing, there was a door on the floor that led to the basement, and there was a barbarian guarding the door.

“Don’t let anyone disturb you.”

“I get it.”

Kairak said that to the gatekeeper and went down first.

Upon descending, all we saw was an ordinary warehouse-cum-cellar.

In the dark basement with no one there, the meat of butchered animals and monsters was hung here and there on hooks hanging from the ceiling.

“Did you say Adrias Cromwell? If what you’re saying is true, those warlocks must be making fun of us. But the question is, how did you know that?”

“Did you not hear the conversation I had with Quenton a moment ago? He’s from my clique. Although he doesn’t admit it.”

“Your clique? iced coffee. Right. You were also a warlock.”

His gaze fell on the Galaksur hanging from my waistband.

It’s probably questionable that he has a sword, but he doesn’t seem to ask.

“Even in our warlock society, everyone has different opinions. I bet on preventing war.”

“It’s funny that the dog of the empire is a warlock belonging to the coven. Do others know?”

“You’re not in a position to worry about my situation.”

At my words, Kairak smiled leisurely.

“A little while ago, I was a little excited, but I fully grasped the situation. It’s important to me, of course, to my son, but it’s an important trade item to you too. If my son dies, your life, let alone the deal, is in danger.”

“so. You’re not going to trade? And again, I am not dying.”

I have already made up my mind.

Persuasion without force is not persuasive in this world.

It needed to be shown once.

“It looks like you trust your escort knights too much, but there are three Aura Masters you are talking about here. Besides, there are many warlocks who are on the opposite side of you.”

“If you really want to check it out... Okay.”

I put my hand on the scabbard.

And the momentum of the universal enemy began to be revealed.

Kairak is strong.

From what I’ve experienced in the game, my skills are one step higher than that of Sinclair Cloche.

Perhaps even compared to the 10 Auror Masters on the continent, it wouldn’t be too bad.

“......A warrior?”

Maybe he didn’t anticipate my momentum, but Kairak’s expression showed surprise.

Well, since I introduced myself as a black magician, it’s natural.

“So, are you thinking of swinging a sword at me now? It’s such a stupid idea.”

“No, you just need to check. There will be something to wield soon.”

Kairak, who tilted his head at my words, immediately looked up at the ceiling, frowning.

It was something I guessed in advance from the first time I came.

thud! thud!

“It’s upsetting. What did you do?”

“Something I did, and some things you did.”

“what?”

“I told you. There are many who do not want the war to end.”

Nickel ran with the mercenary soldiers.

Ludo continued to roar as he approached the warlocks.

“Stop it!”

All kinds of dark magic flew towards my undead.

However, the visual quality of black magic was not good for the undead.

Basically, the undead, who had resistance to black magic, ran through the enemy’s magic ignorantly.

It looked like demons from hell.

“Shall we go with Evan?”

I didn’t even turn my head, I just talked and went ahead.

Galaksur was enveloped in a black aura and glowed strangely.

Kwaadduk—Kwajik!

Uruguay and light——!

There are only 7 black magicians.

For me, Evan, and the undead, the number was not too difficult.

“Nonsense! Why on earth do you use dragon soldiers and giants...!”

Quenton screamed and soon began to pull out his undead.

As expected, they were high level guys like Morn’s direct disciples.

‘It’s better than Charon Diplan.’

Of course, he was a better necromancer than Charon, who first taught me about necromancy.

“It was better. I will kill you and take everything away!”

“Quenton Brook. Do you dare to ignore your master’s words that I became the master of the faction?”

“Shut up! It’s all meaningless if only you disappear!”

“You foolish.”

Quenton’s Death Knight approached me while slicing through a dragon bottle.

However, Nickel blocked his way and pushed the opponent away with a ghostly sword.

Chae Chaeng!

confusion began.

Quenton’s undead were elite, but there were quite a few of them.

However, there were few individuals stronger than the dragon soldier, so the balance was being established.

“Die, Adrias Cromwell!”

“Stupid.”

One of the black magicians who was shooting at me was pierced by Evan’s sword of light and died.

In addition to that, countless spells aimed at me could not overcome my sword.

“That sword of light... is that Evan von Orleon?”

“I am no longer Orleon.”

Evan replied with a smile and killed another warlock.

It was a battle that would have been fierce without Evan, but the difficulty was drastically reduced.

“Adrias Cromwell!”

“Quenton. It is standard practice for those who use summoning magic to hide. Why are you so eager to know where you are? Are you aiming for something?”

“.......”

“Your plan was discovered when you said you were targeting my undead. It looks like you have ‘Dolce’s Scream’, but I have no intention of letting you suffer.”

Dolce’s scream was a jar that imprisoned the soul.

As far as I know, an item possessed by Aslan Blue, who should have been alive.

It looks like he tried to get rid of my undead somehow by using that pot, but what should I do?

I knew all kinds of items and abilities that existed in this world.

“......Did Asran tell you?”

“Let it be. Although the results will not change.”

Now the time has come to put an end to it.

If possible, I should leave a big impression on the barbarians.

Ugh–

Once again, a huge sub-space opened up.

It’s about the same size as the one that Ludo came out of.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

lament of despair resonated like a song.

Its sweet singing voice was like a hymn to a being now appearing.

“Kriebmacher.”

-I hope you call me more often. There are only weird guys in there.

A huge Bone Dragon appeared wearing a black crown and giving off a stench.

He looks like the king of all plagues.

At the appearance of the magnificent Kriebmacher, the savages knelt down and began to bow their foreheads.

“god! God has appeared!”

“It’s Chiu’s lion! Chiu’s lion has descended!”

The warlocks sat down like the barbarians.

Other than that, I just watched this scene with an expression of disbelief.

“Shall we have a finale?”

– Krrrr.

Kriebmacher began to open his huge snout.

[ Episode 221. Adrias’ Show off ] End