NOVEL NEXT chapter 9
9 – Cleric Vesiah (3)
The last black magic that was composed penetrated Gaudium.
Bondi didn’t need that complicated black magic to kill a Gaudium.
for one perfect takedown.
Calculations and enormous amounts of magic were poured into them, enough to burn their heads.
The result is Gaudium, where all magical and physical means are sealed.
Even if he possesses an artifact or artifact that allows for emergency escape, even that will be sealed.
As if his expectations were not wrong, he took out an object in his arms and tried to operate it without stopping, but it was ineffective.
“You, what are you?”
approach him
I could smell the fishy smell of blood.
Gaudium wanted to leave it partially intact, so it wasn’t particularly traumatic, so it was only natural that it was the smell of blood that flowed from my hands.
Holding my throbbing left hand, I sat down in front of Gaudium.
what am i
Immortals who never die, black magicians who have reached transcendence, and ghosts who have returned from the past.
Out of several identities, choose just one.
“Avenger.”
To avenge the demon king, and to avenge you.
“…Have you met me in the past?”
“there is.”
“My sins are great, but… . Aren’t you a warlock like me? I don’t know what happened in the past, but please forgive me, I haven’t fulfilled my wish yet. Even at the end of a month… !”
“That wish has already come true.”
“…What?”
I didn’t feel the need to explain in a way that Gaudium could understand.
It’s too much to tell the story that I became an immortal because of you, committed many sins, and returned by a hero.
We’re not on good terms.
“I thought you had washed away all your emotions.”
I thought one kill would be enough.
Looking at that old face again, anger and hatred welled up endlessly.
Manipulate black magic.
It forms a sawtooth to create circularity.
Until the subject’s heart stops, this cog will rotate indefinitely.
Even the remaining demonic energy was poured out in this one black magic.
He is a person who should not die easily.
So in order not to leave a single regret.
I intend to give you death for him alone.
“….stop.”
Even Gaudium understood the meaning of this black magic.
Will anyone ever get the position of elder?
Even if you just look at the process of black magic, you have a brain that can calculate in an instant what results and meanings will have.
That is why Gaudium showed wriggling like a lowly worm in the face of despair.
It looked like he was going to explode his demonic energy and explode his brain.
“…Stop, stop! Rather kill it, queuuu!
Instead of experiencing that pain, I thought I’d rather die now.
The teeth roll slowly.
Until all the spilled demonic energy is exhausted.
When the magic worked, Gaudium limp as if he had lost consciousness.
hahahaha.
Seeing that, a smile naturally flowed out.
I’m laughing for the first time in a long time
“Goodbye, Gaudium.”
It looks peaceful on the outside, but it must be slowly dying in the hell I have embodied.
Adding time acceleration to this, if you calculate it, he had to suffer for a period of 100 years in just one day.
I’ve never used this kind of black magic before, so I don’t know how it will turn out, but it will work.
I decided to leave Gaudium behind and take care of the rest.
Although it is not organized, it is a treasure collected by Gaudium, the elder of the Black Magic Tower.
It is said that there is a treasure that will be coveted no matter which one you pick up.
After picking up a few things, I approached Bethia.
The girl fell asleep and fell asleep.
I shook her a few times to wake her up, but what came back was bullshit.
“Bishop La Vega… . I’ll sleep a little longer… .”
A bishop wakes up a sleeping priest?
I wonder what position he was in, but he had to get up anyway.
thud-!
“Ouch! You said you’d wake up!”
“I will free you from the shackles.”
tick-
I cut my fingertips with a dagger and only got a very small amount of magic.
As he headed towards the shackles Bessia was wearing with that magic, he was naturally freed with a clatter.
“Uh, huh? Are you really solved?”
“Then is it fake?”
rattle-
In addition, I release my shackles.
Having regained her sealed holy power, she seemed to have regained her vitality.
The exterior is a real moving corpse, but it is full of vitality.
How contradictory is this?
“I’ve been hanging out between these filthy magi for too long. If this is not a person’s life, what is it?”
“I see.”
“Finally, I feel God’s grace. Come to think of it, you hurt your hand. I’ll treat it!”
Bessia poured her holy power into my left hand.
Looking at the bright light, it was a sacred power that could not be seen as a normal level priest.
At the same time, Bethia realized a forgotten fact.
“Oh right. Magi and holy power are at odds… !”
The tribes that carried demonic energy in their bodies, such as black magicians and monsters, were fatal to their holy power.
And I was a body that used black magic until just now.
If I didn’t do it well, I would have been harmed by the holy power.
“…is it cured?”
My hands were just starting to grow fat.
…for a truly bizarre reason.
Those who use ordinary black magic, of course, had to have demonic energy in their bodies, and only then do they become proficient in black magic.
However, I am a black magician who has already mastered black magic to the peak.
There was no reason to harbor demons in one’s body in order to deal with demons.
At the same time, since he obtained a body without any demonic energy, if he operated in a way that stored demonic energy in a specific object, he could become the only one who could be treated with holy power while being a warlock.
If so, wouldn’t the priests know that he was a black magician?
There’s a priest right in front of you, so let’s test it.
“Do you feel the traces of a warlock in me?”
“uh… . Well? I don’t know. How suspicious is it when you touch it yourself?”
That was enough.
He nodded and gestured for us to leave.
Bessia glanced at Gaudium, who had fallen asleep behind her, and followed me out of the warehouse.
“Gaudium-nim, you finally came out… .”
squeak-
The manager who mistook us for leaving the warehouse was decapitated.
His head, which had been smiling unnaturally until just now, rolled on the floor.
A normal level warlock can’t beat me.
Shaking off the bloody dagger, he moved forward.
Bethia looks at the manager with a grim expression and follows me.
Like a cleric, no matter how a black mage dies, it’s rather good.
“Bescia.”
“why?”
I wouldn’t know if I was alone, but going out with one person had to follow some variables.
Besides, she is in very weak condition.
He regained his holy power and gained vigor, but that was short-lived.
Her condition is that she can collapse and stop at any time.
Ask what your will is.
“Can you hold on?”
“yes.”
she smiled.
more hopeful.
It was the smile of someone who had hope to escape from hell.
“I will endure even if I die.”
“great.”
Pook-
The dagger pierces my hand again.
Enormous demonic energy gathered into the dagger again.
Seeing that, Bessia’s expression deteriorated, but she bit her lips as if she was determined even more.
“Will you treat me?”
“Save it, the reason you’re standing now is thanks to holy power.”
Can a half invoice help?
I began to climb the stairs while drawing demons.
in the deepest underground.
to the lofty ground.
**
Harazim, an apprentice warlock, is living a boring life today.
A life like a treadmill where you go to your teacher, take classes, study black magic, and go back to your private room to study black magic.
Still, if you look at the lives of warlocks who are not affiliated with the Dark Magic Tower, he was living a comfortable life.
Because I can just study comfortably without worrying about attacks from the church.
He remembered the class he had just had.
‘Dark magic is only a study to gather one magic. Human sacrifices, contracts with demons, killing people, etc. The reason why I use these vicious methods is because demons gather the most.’
‘Then, is it enough to just have demons?’
‘Theoretically, if there is infinite magic, there is enough left over to burn and eat a country. Even apprentices like you. However, since it is impossible, it is necessary to become a powerful black magician through efficient utilization and efficient method of supplying magic energy.’
So the warlocks were divided into various sects.
If you overflow with magic, you are omnipotent!
So, the faction that becomes the target of slaughter through various heinous human sacrifices.
The use of magic is also similar to the use of mana!
So, a sect that seeks learning and utilizes complex and effective black magic.
‘If you can become strong enough with only demons, aren’t the sects that are good at supplying and receiving demons strong?’
‘If only black magicians were the only ones with great power in this world. But there are churches, there are swordsmen, there are sorcerers.’
The teacher’s answer was a simple theory.
“The one who survives is the strong one.”
What does it mean if Amman dies quickly even if he has great talent?
Quietly research and gather demonic energy, and as time passes, you will eventually become a strong black magician.
Harazim carved this master’s will deep into his heart.
It’s the same when you realize that Magi’s storm is coming up from the very bottom.
He leaned over and poked his head out to peek beyond.
“Which of the seniors did a runaway… ?”
I thought so, but it was two slaves who were actually passing that road.
Because I was wearing a typical lab coat. I could tell just by looking at it.
However, if there is one strange thing, it is that the magic power is concentrated to the extent that it is difficult for even the average black magician to handle.
Plus… .
“What are you guys?”
A fearless warlock approaches the slave.
No shackles around his neck, one with a dagger in his hand.
Indeed, there are many strange things, so it is lawful to point out.
However, it was an even greater misfortune for the black magician.
squeak-
“Hee hee profit… !”
Harazim lowered his head even more.
In an instant, one person’s head was blown off.
The dagger moved at an invisible speed and cut off his neck.
Um, what the hell is that monster?
Hide and wait for them to pass.
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The sound of each step giving goosebumps.
Fortunately, they didn’t find Harazim, or they weren’t interested, and they were climbing the Dark Magic Tower beyond him.
Harazim, breathing heavily, was about to move in the opposite direction the slaves were heading.
And found.
Dozens of decapitated corpses.
“Huh, huh.”
It was hard to breathe.
He remembered what his classmates joked about.
Amman, even with such a large black magic tower, if the church decides to attack and invade, you should start preparing to run away.
But it wasn’t a church.
It was just the two of us.
Those who took the form of slaves.
“Could it be the super, the transcendent?”
Wouldn’t it be that a sword master or archmage disguised himself as a slave to wipe out the Dark Magic Tower?
It was strange that he was exuding demonic energy like that.
I could feel the energy of a great demonic force opposing it.
As he turned his gaze, dozens of black magicians gathered.
A powerful energy that is not pushed at all by that slave.
Only then did Harazim breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yes, slaves can be a bit strong, but you can’t beat them.”
Black magicians who had a comfortable conversation with their teacher.
A few elders were also seen here.
The ruling class of the Black Magic Tower with a golden horn embedded in their black robes.
Because he has skills, he is a strong man who holds enormous authority and power.
The target of Harazim and the object of longing.
The time when I was looking at them and praying for the intruders of the peaceful Dark Magic Tower to be eliminated.
A roar erupted that shook the land.