Chapter 347
Chapter 347
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 347
Chapter Title: Land of Magic (3)
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The Land of Magic was vast, and it teemed with powerhouses—even ones at level 400.
But the beings in the place Rokan was heading were among the absolute best of those powerhouses.
Direct subordinates of the King of Magic.
He'd originally planned to whittle them down starting from the rank-and-file soldiers, but dealing with the other magic beast lineages had changed his mind.
Maybe he was just worrying prematurely.
Normally, an expanding map meant more powerful entities appearing.
But that wasn't always the case.
Truly overwhelming beings were rare; the rest were just appropriately strong foes on par with the existing upper echelons.
By Rokan's standards, his current targets fit that bill perfectly.
"A being trusted to command a whole city—let's see what you're made of."
Rokan's mischievous smile unleashed a savage roar toward the city.
"Rider of Legends."
Kyut!
Kai, bearing Rokan, transformed into his great peng form.
A black shadow blanketed the ground, as if to engulf the entire phantom demon realm.
Startled by the sudden shift, the familiars flailed in panic before spotting Kai and rushing into their casts—but it was already too late.
Unlike them, with their lengthy spell chants, this side activated instantly.
"Elemental Barrier, Crimson Meteor."
The two skills that now defined Kai unfurled in unison.
An attribute shield enveloped them for protection, red flames erupting atop it.
Like a meteor. It plummeted toward the earth.
"Bl-block it!"
"Knock it down!"
"Pr-protection spell…!"
A few familiars scrambled to complete their spells, but it was no use. Empowered by Rokan's Gale Incarnation, Kai shrugged off every bit of their magic and hammered them from above.
Kukwakwakwakwa!
A cataclysmic blast. Even after Kai's colossal great peng body slammed into the ground, it rolled onward, pulverizing the city.
"No!"
The jolt that rocked the entire city sent the executives bursting out in shock, but the damage was done.
They had no way to restore the ruined city, so all they could do was unleash thunderous wrath on the culprits—Rokan and Kai.
Kururung.
No—they actually spat lightning.
Pajit. Kyu!!
But Kai pushed back hard. Drawing on attribute power honed even further in the spirit realm, he effortlessly blocked their magical barrage.
Magic stemmed from attribute force, after all.
With his extreme attribute resistance, Kai's Elemental Shield was slashing their spell potency by more than half.
'More impressive than I thought.'
Even Rokan, watching it unfold, was mildly surprised—so how must the enemies feel?
'Well, fair enough.'
Kai was still only high master rank, but the Rider of Legends effect had forcibly bumped him to level 400. It made perfect sense.
Still, they couldn't just sit there defending forever.
As the relentless spell salvos finally died down, Rokan ordered Kai to drop the Elemental Barrier and soared into the air.
"Blood Awakening. Current Control, Frenzy Awakening."
Full throttle from the jump.
Rokan had zero intention of holding back. He roused the power stored in his Demon God's Fang belt and amplified his destructive might even further.
Awakening the Heavenly God's power would boost his resistances more, but he judged it sufficient already.
Explosive strength surged through his muscles, destructive force infusing his entire body.
A violent power so overwhelming it was no exaggeration to call him the Demon God incarnate now dominated him.
"Full Body Charge, Whirlwind, Blink!"
The moment Rokan appeared, the air around him whipped into a vortex. A sucking gale drew in everything ahead of him, yanking the nearby familiars into a cluster.
Kwang!
A bomb-like lunge slammed home.
Kururung.
Rokan's charge shook the fortress to its core.
The familiars dragged into his path? Not a chance they survived. Some burst into scattered meat chunks; the rest flew back with fatal wounds.
Worse, they'd been perched on the fortress walls—any that couldn't fly ate fall damage and dropped dead.
"Tch."
Rokan looked anything but pleased. His real target had slipped away with a short-range teleport spell.
"To think a mere human would dare invade this place…!"
Hardly fitting words from the one who'd fled that "mere human" and abandoned his underlings, but Rokan couldn't afford to underestimate him.
[Ruler of the Hexagram, Rodus][Lv 442]
The city lord was a whopping level 442.
Rokan had hoped for a one-shot ambush kill, but it hadn't panned out. True to his elite magic warrior pedigree, the bastard could unleash blink-tier spells with a mere incantation.
"Frozen Nova, Chain Lightning!"
Same story now.
Hovering midair, he summoned mana into both hands and unleashed two spells at once.
Freezing orbs that encased everything nearby surged forth alongside chaining bolts that devoured space itself.
"Hmph! Aura Bombardment!"
Standing still would've turned him into a punching bag. Knowing better, Rokan smashed through with raw power.
Aura laced with Demon God essence pulverized the ice orbs and shredded the clinging lightning.
A faint trickle of power still pierced his body, but lightning was powerless against him. Not with the millennium electric eel's strength coursing through his veins.
"Thunder Break!"
Unaware, the foe kept spewing bolts. This one was a massive, vicious single strike.
"Full Body Charge!"
Rokan tanked the thunder's fury with his body and barreled toward him.
Pachichichik!
The electric force clawed into every strand of hair, but he never broke stride.
The numbing agony blanketing his body fueled him, coalescing in his Battle Axe.
"No!"
"True Gale Slash."
Lightning for him? Storm for Rokan. His Battle Axe—having absorbed a chunk of the Thunder Break—rent space asunder.
Rodus frantically layered defensive spells, but it was for naught. All he bought was the briefest momentary gap.
"Kuhk."
In the end, Rodus blinked away again, but he couldn't save a chunk of his own body from splitting open.
Gritting through the agony of his side not merely sliced but outright torn away, he barely rallied his power.
"Magic Sovereign."
He triggered his Creation skill.
A tempest of power erupted. His magical output amplified as he pierced the world's truths, if only for an instant.
A force beyond mere mana settled into him.
"Restoration."
The follow-up master skill mended his flesh, his eyes blazing with arrogance and fury.
He unleashed everything at Rokan—the one who'd reduced him to this state and ravaged the territory bestowed by his master.
"Hexagram Curse."
Ziiing.
An alien energy bloomed from him, seizing control of the surroundings.
A blessing for magic wielders, but a curse imposing crippling physical debuffs on any without it, spreading far and wide.
"Child's play!"
Rokan felt it the instant he charged in.
But what of it?
His massively amplified strength shrugged off the mere weakening curse with ease. He still packed enough punch to flatten mountains and topple titans.
"Wind!"
A gale roared to life. Like being swept into a colossal typhoon, even Rokan's charge slowed.
"True Gale Slash!"
Rokan countered with a headwind of his own.
The ferocious blast from True Gale Slash shredded and nullified the enemy's gale.
"Forest!"
In that instant, a forest sprouted.
Wasn't this a city? Before he could question it, thick, iron-hard stems lashed out to bind him.
Hududuk!
Tough enough that even Rokan had to strain—but when it came to raw power, he held the edge.
He snapped them effortlessly and pressed the charge. Or rather, leaped through space.
"Blink!"
"Fire!"
Kugugugwang!
The moment Rokan blinked in front of Rodus, the bastard's body erupted into colossal flames.
The blaze detonated like a suicide bomb, rupturing space.
"Kuhk!"
But Rokan knew that was far from over. He scattered the flames in a flash and tracked the foe's position.
"A mountain this time!"
Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain. Plenty of skills ran that concept, so Rokan could guess the next one.
Rocks from above? He charged while weighing options, but the follow-up was off-script.
"Water!"
Pong!
Moisture spiked around Rokan, ballooning into a massive water orb.
It encased him, sloshing and shifting shape to match his thrashing.
"Lightning!"
Kururung.
Lightning assault once more.
Electricity loved water—it was common knowledge.
He managed to vent the invading bolt's energy somehow, but taking hit after hit like this would never end.
"Ice!"
Jjeojeok!
Rodus struck again. He flash-froze every drop of moisture, entombing Rokan in a solid ice block.
Just like that titan sealed in a glacier long ago.
Chiiiiiik. Jjeok jjak jjak.
But such tricks couldn't hold Rokan.
He clenched his jaw and flexed. The massive ice mass shattered into fragments.
"Turn into a hedgehog!"
Pararang! Swish swish.
The instant the ice crumbled, Rodus seized the shards.
Each became a razor-sharp blade, stabbing into Rokan's body.
"Kuhahahahaha!"
A roar of madness.
The ice shards piercing his flesh exploded under the fury in his bellow.
An eerie heat welled from within, melting them away and steeling Rokan further.
"Useless!"
Rokan surged forward, but nothing changed. Blink evasion, magic barrage—rinse and repeat.
'This bastard…'
The real issue? No fatigue after all that.
The answer seemed tied to that Creation skill.
A massive hexagram, layered across both ground and sky.
'No winning like this.'
Rokan demolished incoming spells with full-power Battle Axe swings while keeping ice in his veins. Nothing stupider than losing your cool against a mage who refused to yield distance.
Elite as he was—nearing Majesty Master in the magic lineage—the fact he could spam spells without mana drain or casting delays screamed external support. Rokan scanned the area.
"So it wasn't even one-on-one."
"Lost your mind already? Spouting nonsense!"
Rodus scoffed amid his spellstorm, but Rokan read the underlying panic.
Just as he'd said—not a solo duel. The city's surviving familiars were withering away too.
Rodus was siphoning their power to juice his casting speed and mana pool.
He'd seen mages link up en masse to funnel power to one before, but a skill that ripped it out by force? First time. That was why his reaction lagged.
One solution, then.
Smash the Creation skill itself.
Eyes blazing, Rokan ate the attacks on his body. In exchange, he marshaled every ounce of his power, converged it to a single point, and detonated.
"Super Transcendence!"
No arcane know-how to dismantle the hexagram. But severing its tangled threads in one go? He had power to spare.
Top to bottom.
The Super Transcendence Rokan carved obliterated everything in its path.
Magic, equations, all of it—annihilated, kicking up brutal waves.