Chapter 407: Only Me (4)

Chapter 407: Only Me (4)

Translator: miraclerifle

Editor: Borderline Masochist

Becrock looked at the falling rocks and the red arrow with a precipitous expression.

“...Shit! Tower Master-nim!”

Some of the mages making the grey circle shouted toward Becrock as they watched the red arrow.

‘Damn it!’

The mages’ pupils were shaking.

It could not be helped.

The arrow created by red mana that had gobbled up a large number of highest-grade magic stones was extremely strong.

The mages started to become frantic and not know what to do. This was the same for the black mages as well.

It was at that moment.

“Snap out of it!”

Becrock’s shout cut through the noise of the mana and reached his subordinates’ ears.

“Southern Tower Master!”

“Yes sir!”

Becrock quickly moved his one hand to create a magic circle.

The Southern Tower Master started to create a black magic circle as well to merge together.

“Becrock-nim!”

The Southern Tower Master’s eyes headed toward the large red arrow quickly flying toward them.

“Do it faster.”

He could hear Becrock’s stoic voice.

The Southern Tower Master moved his eyes.

He could see that the precipitous expression on Becrock’s face had been replaced with a cold and calm expression.

He could also see Becrock's casting that had become even faster.

‘...He’s faster than me even with one hand!’

The best way to mix magic and black magic was to cast magic with your hand and have the two mix together.

The Southern Tower Master drew out all of the dead mana in his body and increased his casting speed to try to match Becrock’s formidable speed.

He then started to think as he did that.

‘No wonder he is the one the liege treats as the most important!’

The Bear tribe had told the Southern Tower Master about how the White Star had rescued Becrock as they escaped from the Castle of Light.

He had been so shocked to hear that.

‘...He had even thrown away the Alchemists’ Bell Tower’s Tower Master.’

The White Star had not cared whether the Bell Tower’s Tower Master had died or not.

Of course, the Southern Tower Master knew the White Star was like this and still chose to follow him for almost eighty years.

Why?

A person with infinite life was the most honorable overlord.

Furthermore, black mages had no choice but to be subservient to the sky attribute ancient power user. It was the only way for black magic to come out of hiding and dominate the world.

‘Their skill levels are quite different.’

He understood why the White Star would care for Becrock.

Becrock was now twenty-four.

He was only twenty-four, but his magic talents were beyond human levels.

The Southern Tower Master looked forward and started to speak.

“It’s coming.”

The large arrow was right in front of that.

“It's fine.”

The Southern Tower Master finished casting the spell the moment he heard Becrock’s words and looked toward him.

The last bit was Becrock's responsibility.

Crack. Crack. Crack!

Black magic and magic mixed together to create a large shield.

Becrock looked at the tip of the red arrow on the other side of the grey shield and started to mumble.

“Come.”

The red arrow then crashed into the grey shield.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

A loud explosion filled the area.

“Ugh!”

Sir Rex subconsciously let out a groan. There was a silver shield in front of him.

However, the strong crashing of the two manas shook his body.

‘...Is this what a true magic battle looks like?’

The crashing of mana against mana.

It felt as if even the air was shaking in fear.

The wind was roaring, and hot air made it hard to breathe.

It was different than getting cut by a sword.

This was a power that worked with nature.

Sir Rex’s gaze moved toward Rosalyn without even thinking about it.

He was able to be safe from the explosion because of young master Cale’s silver shield.

‘...Rosalyn-nim.’

He could see Rosalyn looking forward without a shield around her.

Her red hair was fluttering in the wind.

She didn’t need a shield.

The exploding manas were gobbled up by the red mana around her before they could touch her.

Crack. Crack.

There were still magic stones still pouring out of the spatial pocket bag and providing mana to Rosalyn.

Watching this made Sir Rex think about an existence.

‘...She’s like a Dragon.’

He had seen Raon and Eruhaben fighting against enemies in the past.

Rosalyn who was covered in this red mana that was slowly getting stronger as it absorbed magic stones reminded him of Dragons in battle.

“I knew it would not be easy enough to finish in one shot.”

Sir Rex returned to his senses after hearing Rosalyn’s voice.

“Sir Rex, young master Cale.”

Rosalyn looked toward the nervous Sir Rex and the stoic Cale.

Baaaaaang!

The battle between the red arrow and the grey shield had not ended yet.

However, Rosalyn knew this attack was just the beginning. That is why she started to speak to the two, no, three people including the hidden Dragon.

“I will take care of this place.”

‘Hmm?’

Sir Rex started to frown.

The magic battle.

The original plan was for Cale and Raon to be with Rosalyn.

“That’s different than our original plan.”

Sir Rex looked toward Cale after hearing his voice.

Cale was looking at Rosalyn. She smiled as she responded.

“The Southern Tower Master and Becrock, I will handle those two is what I am saying. Especially Becrock.”

Rosalyn recalled the grey shield.

It was a large shield that was created in an instant.

These were people who had come under Rex after seeing the battle at the capital's Alchemists’ Bell Tower battle.

The soldiers and knights who were with Sir Rex here had seen the attacks the Empire had thrown at them with black magic.

Shady?

A knight throwing away his sword?

Why did that matter?

War was a chaotic place where someone dies and someone lives.

It did not need to be beautiful.

One of the soldiers around Sir Rex shouted back in anger.

“You are the shady bastards!”

That knight. The noble that the knight served.

It was one of the nobles and subordinate knights who had escaped from the Whipper Kingdom War while leaving the soldiers behind.

But he wants to talk about shady?

The bastards who killed innocent people to make dead mana and watched as their own soldiers died after getting caught up in the explosion from that dead mana wants to call them shady?

The soldier could not believe it.

That was why he put another alchemy bomb in his hand. It was their new weapon to fight against black magic.

“Attack again!”

The soldier started to move after hearing Sir Rex’s firm voice.

Such attacks were happening in multiple locations.

‘It’s going as expected.’

Cale took a step away from the battlefield and stealthily started to move.

‘The enemy doesn’t even have time to get into formation.’

The enemies could not get it together as they faced this sudden attack. Alchemy bombs would fly at them and disrupt them every time they tried to fix their formations.

Many unintentional small battles were taking place in the forest and around the Southern Alchemists’ Tower.

That was why the enemies could not gather together in large numbers either.

Cale who was standing on top of a tree with nobody around it started to speak.

“Speak.”

He heard a voice from the video communication device.

- Reporting the current situation.

He could hear Mercenary King Bud's voice.

Bud was currently in the Mogoru capital.

- The East, West, and the North. They have all infiltrated as planned.

Based on the changes to the original plan, sword master Hannah was at the East, Saint Jack was at the North, and alcoholic alchemist Rei Stecker was leading the soldiers to the West.

Of course, the trained knights took care of the official leading of the soldiers, but the three people led the direction of the battle.

- They are all focusing on surrounding the Alchemists’ Towers and keeping the enemies trapped. They are mainly focusing on defense.

“And the magic stones?”

He could see a smiling Bud.

Four hours.

The amount of time they had before the Southern Alchemists’ Tower had begun.

- All successfully taken.

Cale started to smile.

- That made them find us, but everybody infiltrated in a defensive formation so thankfully the goods and the people are fine.

The allied forces to the North, East, and West sent strong individuals and stealthy individuals into the three other towers to first steal the magic stones.

Of course, they were all caught in the process because they didn’t have Raon or the Wind Elementals as Cale did, but it did not matter.

It was fine as long as they stole them.

- The enemies do not dare to attack us knowing that the magic stones were stolen.

“Still tell them to be cautious of a combined attack of the black mages and mages.”

Bud nodded his head.

Baaaaang! Bang! Bang!

He could hear the explosions around Cale. He could also hear people screaming and weapons clashing against each other.

He could sense how chaotic it was. However, he soon focused on what Cale was saying.

“We will immediately commence step two once Mary contacts us.”

Mary had not contacted them yet.

Necromancer Mary and the Dark Elves.

Once they acquired all of the dead mana storage facilities...

Black magic will be finished in Saint Jack and Mary’s hands.

Bud cautiously asked.

- Can you come back before that?

According to the plan, the attack on the Southern Alchemists’ Tower had to be almost finished before they started step two of the operation against the other three Alchemists’ Towers.

Cale debated for a moment before starting to speak.

“Probably, I think it is po-”

However, he could not finish speaking.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

He heard a large explosion in the sky.

- Human!

He could hear Raon’s urgent voice as well.

Cale looked up to the sky in shock.

And then he saw it.

“...That- that crazy!”

He could see a neck in Becrock’s hand.

It was thin and weak looking neck.

That neck was slowly being ripped apart by grey mana.

Cale subconsciously shot up into the air.

The person with their neck being choked started to speak at that moment.

“W, why are you doing this to me-?”

The Southern Tower Master.

He was looking at Becrock in shock while being choked.

- Human! That Becrock bastard is absorbing the Southern Tower Master's black magic, no, the dead mana!

Cale could hear Raon's astonished voice.

He could also see the Southern Tower Master dry up like a mummy.

Crack crack.

Becrock then crushed the Tower Master’s neck.

He then looked toward Rosalyn.

There are plenty of things to use even without magic stones.

Cale could hear Raon's voice.

- ...He can somehow possess dead mana along with mana! That’s not possible! He should die as they clash inside him!

However, Becrock in front of them was showing that it was possible.

“I was only going to pretend to be slightly smart, but it looks like I need to do it properly.”

‘What's up with this bastard? What the hell happened in that short instant?’

Cale could only look at Becrock who became stronger after killing someone from his own side with disgust.

He could then see it.

He could see the concern on Rosalyn’s face.

- ...Human, Rosalyn is going to lose.

He could hear Raon's low voice.

“Are you in shock? I wonder if you know. Don’t you want to get much stronger? Then you need to learn how to use the lives of the people around you for your benefit.”

Becrock started to laugh as he looked at Rosalyn.

“You're Rosalyn, right? How would a mage from a royal family who had a comfortable life understand what I mean? Isn’t that right?”Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m