I Became the Wrong Race

23 – Warlock (2)

The warlock was planning something.

The last piece of information this warlock needed was whether or not the dark knight, who was more of a saboteur, was really a black knight.

All preparations are complete. What I did after having a hunch was simple.

I pictured a face in my head.

My sister’s face has already started to blur.

The blade of the star that took my breath away while leaning on my shoulder.

A man-eating baron who closed his eyes while telling people to kill him.

People who are trembling in fear and trying to run away, or people who are determined to take revenge on those they killed and put up weapons.

[Mourning]

I mourned them. Those who had no choice but to fight with me. Power left behind where that face passed.

How does a person gain this kind of power by mourning another person?

I didn’t know. It wasn’t important in the first place.

What matters is that something is happening and it is trying to slip through my hands.

But it is still within my reach.

So I looked back at Isla.

“Isla!”

Isla is embarrassed but looks back at me. I ignored the vision of the warlock, who had an equally puzzled look on his face.

“Everyone evacuate!”

It was a short statement, but Isla’s expression hardened. I just left my seat.

Quaaa!

Break the wall and go outside. On the way out, I take the cloak I brought with me and hold it in my hand.

There was a feeling of pressure on my hands, but I didn’t care.

I moved forward, breaking wall after wall in a straight line.

The wall that hit my body breaks and scatters, and a strong shock runs through my body. It was because he was not wearing armor.

But I couldn’t spend 10 minutes wearing it. As I was running, I put on the helmet I quickly pulled out of my cloak and put on some vambraces.

“Well, what’s going on!”

“The wall… !”

I heard a sound of shock from afar, but I didn’t care.

“What are you doing? Suddenly….”

The warlock’s illusion follows. The embarrassment is clearly visible even though it is a shadow.

But I passed through that stain-like shadow with my body. It was like scattered fog coming back together again, but I didn’t care.

Actually, I have hated that kind of thing for a long time.

Because we are unable to prevent the plots hatched by smart guys and talented wizards, something happens and irreparable damage occurs.

I really didn’t think that I wouldn’t be able to do anything when something like that happened.

I had power. I was a monster, and my body was that of a monster.

They say the soul still belongs to a human, but since I have the body of a monster, there was something I could do.

Bang, bang, kwagwagagagagang!

The wall that hit my body shattered, and as the 60 seconds slowly passed, I went down to the first floor.

I had no knowledge of architecture. Likewise, I didn’t know how much I had to break.

I knew that I just had to destroy a lot.

Quaaa!

“Sweetheart! What the hell is going on?!”

As I break down the wall and go outside, sliding on the floor, the mayor calls me.

There was no time to explain to him. Because the duration of mourning was never long.

“The warlock is casting magic.”

“Magic… ?! But the finger that will make the seal… !”

The warlock who had been tortured and dismembered certainly seemed unable to make a seal.

As long as the magic’s components are movement, voice, and catalyst, large magic without one of the three will not work properly.

However, warlocks are an exception. They even use their own bodies as catalysts, twisting their internal organs and forming a seal with them.

We call ourselves the inquiry school. They do not hesitate to burn down their insignificant lives for their own quest. I knew that very well.

“Buried alive. “Help.”

I explained it as briefly as possible. It was up to the mayor whether to follow or not.

“… Bring Maul out of the armory! “Bring some farm equipment!”

He gave sharp orders to his subordinates. There’s no need to worry here. I made the most of the time they gave me.

He broke down the wall of the building again and went inside, hitting, kicking, and smashing all the visible pillars with his fists.

I hit the wall distributing the load with my shoulder and crushed it, and told those who had not yet escaped to go outside through the path I had made.

[Time remaining: 12 seconds]

Still, there isn’t much time left. I couldn’t write one more condolence. Then.

I grabbed the longsword that was on my belt.

The skills that flowed into my head along with the knowledge of armor were expressed in my body. Hold the tilted scabbard upward in a straight line and draw the long sword upward.

The blade, free from the enchanted scabbard, becomes red and then burns. The steel that glowed with heat, not flame, contained someone’s soul.

It is a burning soul. It’s not a heat that even wood can withstand. Without hesitation, I swung the longsword with both hands using the skills engraved on my body.

Extend your right leg forward and slash diagonally downward. Sigh, the flames spread through every passing spot.

At the center, I performed as many movements as possible.

Cut from left to right, cut diagonally upward, stab and twist the blade to spread fire.

I was immersed in my movements amidst the spreading flames.

It was only the first few times that I felt like my body wasn’t my own. The more I swung it, the more I understood its movements.

At the same time, someone came to mind. The movements of the lion beastman called the Blade of the Star and the movements of the blood knight who fought with me wearing the armor I was still using.

[Time remaining: 1 second]

That agile and skillful footwork and the trajectory of the blade. A trail burning red, a trail as red as blood. I overlapped my body with the shadow, following the trajectory that emerged like an illusion.

It was very enjoyable.

It was the joy of learning. I was learning my body and learning swordsmanship.

From none other than my enemy.

Puhwaaa!

Following the last swing of the sword, a large flame roars and spreads the flames. The building was collapsing from the inside.

There was no one left inside. Even though the incident lasted a little over a minute, it seemed like everyone had evacuated.

I suppressed my pounding heart, put away my sword, and went outside.

As I came outside to avoid the hole I had drilled or the ceiling that was collapsing as the fire spread through the hole I had not drilled, the people surrounding the city hall were looking at the burning city hall with devastated expressions.

There were prisoners among them. Is it almost everyone except the darkest warlocks?

I found Isla with relief. She was looking at me with a blank expression from not far away.

An expression as if one is seeing something wrong. When I came to my senses, everyone was looking at me like that.

“Young Duke, the fire….”

Only then did I notice that my left arm was on fire. When I waved my arm, my skin turned dark.

“It’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it.”

Still, people who cannot easily turn their heads.

The perspective changes. Looking at the shocked expressions, I took out the armor from my cloak and put it on without thinking.

At that moment, the city hall collapsed.

It went as planned.

The best thing to destroy powerful magic and long-planned plans was simple, ignorant, and irresistible violence.

In this case, the entire six-story city hall was torn down and buried alive.

It would make me sick to my stomach to think about the labor and resources that went into building that building, but it was better than facing a properly completed black magic.

The market seemed to think so too. He opened his mouth and then closed it.

The collapsed building burst into flames, burning the surrounding area, and the heavy weight of the six-story building was pressing down on the wizard’s place.

“You’re being annoying.”

I saw a shadow standing behind me.

It was a shadow in the shape of a beautiful woman.

The flowing hair was dark red. The way it curled down made me realize that this warlock had once put a lot of effort into taking care of his hair.

This is a fantasy, and you can create it as much as you like.

I intuitively realized that this was once the image of this warlock.

The woman who was now buried alive in City Hall because of me glared at me with a slightly frowning expression.

I was able to stop what he was planning in time. She was angry that a woman had been violated like that.

Then the rest was obvious. She stops me from sending her illusions to her minions to attack them, just like she sent her illusions to me.

Preventing her henchmen from her quest to rescue her, and allowing her and her warlock to die.

It was certainly true, but the illusion soon relaxed its frown.

As if something could be done even in this situation.

And as if to confirm my prediction, the warlock spoke.

“Thanks to you, it may be a little annoying and difficult, but… “I can’t help it.”

It’s like saying you can still use magic. Before I could even show any reaction to those words.

Rumbling!

Suddenly, a vibration spread through the ground.

It was a strong shock that seemed to come from deep underground. The undisciplined, ordinary servants’ bodies tilted to the point where they fell down on the floor.

It was definitely a strong shock, but it didn’t feel like it was the wizard’s trick.

Yes, this is a blowback.

It was the work of some kind of magic, and it was the result of being suppressed by being buried alive.

As if to prove that intuition, something overflowed from the wreckage.

A resounding roar and debris flying in all directions. Bricks mixed with burning wood bounce sharply in all directions.

I saw something writhing in the volcanic torrent.

It wasn’t something that was clear enough to be recognized immediately upon seeing it.

In fact, it was the opposite. It was something that would make anyone tilt their head when they saw it.

Something dark green that spreads into faint colors. An unknown liquid that looks like clouds or muddy water pumped from a swamp.

The moment I saw that, I recalled my memory.

It was a memory from when I was still playing games. Among all the events and quests, this one was quite impressive.

Just as you can see, the boiling blood is rising upward, moving like waves.

It was a bone fragment from an uncountable number of graves.

I opened my mouth to make sure.

“What was down here?”

“Column….”

I was convinced by the mayor’s blank answer.

Death was crying out in the coffin that I closed called City Hall.