Chapter 272
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 272
Chapter Title: Part 2 Chapter 27: Farewell, and Reunion (3)
Simon, atop the city walls, spotted five grotesquely shaped machines positioned far back in the enemy lines.
Instead of cannons, they bore long iron rods embedded with massive blue orbs—a form far removed from typical siege weapons.
They resembled enormous lollipop sticks, almost comical.
But despite their ridiculous appearance, these were weapons of terrifying destructive power.
Bunker Breakers.
And not just any—these operated on A-grade magic stones, boasting monstrous might.
Simon muttered at the sight.
"It'll hold up to one shot, at least."
This was a magic barrier erected by two 8th-class archmages pooling their power.
No matter how formidable the weapon, it wasn't something they'd let pierce easily.
But the second volley would deal serious damage to the walls.
The third would breach them, the fourth shatter the inner citadel, and the fifth turn the city into a sea of flames.
"They've come prepared."
They had no intention of getting bogged down here at Egenu.
Mobilizing five of those monstrosities meant they planned to steamroll straight to the Chesan capital.
Indeed, any delay in response could have already handed the Chesan Kingdom to Terizia.
And that would endanger the entire northern region of Olbia.
"That's why I'm here—to stop them."
Simon's eyes burned yellow like the sun.
Heat haze rose around him, his entire body engulfed in flames.
Fire Emperor
Crimson Lotus form, wielding pure flame—named after one of the 12 Gods, the epitome of arrogance.
Kuuuwoooo!!
The flames erupted in golden light, surging toward the heavens.
He aimed to strike first, before the enemy could fire their Bunker Breakers.
"Spirit magic."
He thrust his yellow-tinged right hand toward the enemy ranks.
Ifrit Hand
A colossal flaming palm modeled after the Fire Spirit King Ifrit, scorching the world in its path.
The heat and brilliance were so intense, they turned the early evening into midday.
A wide-area assault permitted only to mages.
An extermination spell unleashed by an 8th-class archmage.
At minimum, thousands would perish in the blaze.
"Crimson Lotus, huh."
On the enemy side, someone smirked at the incoming 'Ifrit Hand'.
He looked fairly young, but learning his identity would instill dread.
"Blow that away too."
The man, Katarina Robzen, pointed at the Ifrit Hand and commanded.
At the commander's order, the first Bunker Breaker activated.
Weeeeng—!!
The moment A-grade magic stone mana concentrated in the massive blue orb.
Kwaaaaaaaa!!!
A beam of unimaginable destructive power lanced straight ahead.
The shockwave roared like the earth itself upheaving.
Katarina's long hair whipped wildly in the gale, but he grinned wider, unperturbed.
"Block this if you can, Crimson Lotus."
The Bunker Breaker's beam clashed with Simon's Ifrit Hand midair.
The twilight sky blazed like noon.
Soldiers nearby felt blood trickling from their ears.
Shockwaves and ultrasonic booms assaulted them relentlessly.
Even with an A-grade stone, the opponent wielded an 8th-class attack spell.
"One more."
Katarina snapped his fingers, activating the second Bunker Breaker.
If one failed, two would finish it.
He'd brought five precisely because of the two Seldam archmages reinforcing here.
One or two couldn't fully breach their defenses.
But all five firing at once?
Kwaaaaaaaa!
The second beam fired.
Simon soared into the air, hurling himself at it.
His body shifted from yellow to deepening blue flames.
The heat intensified.
As his body met the beam,
Great Eruption—semi-liquid ultra-high-temperature flames exploded like volcanic magma.
The viscous flames repelled the Bunker Breaker's beam like sticky magma.
Moreover, they surged like erupting lava toward the second beam threatening to pierce the Ifrit Hand.
A vivid display of the power upholding a nation.
However.
"Didn't expect you'd block two... Well, no choice then."
Katarina gestured casually from his seat.
The third Bunker Breaker activated.
He hadn't anticipated using three on one target, but his rear mage corps could cover any shortfall.
Neutralizing one of the two archmages would tip the scales anyway.
Kwaaaaaaaa!!
The beam fired.
No matter how mighty Simon, blocking three simultaneously was impossible.
His mana and mental energy were already depleted from two major spells.
As predicted, Simon Count tried to intercept the third but was pinned by the second.
Left unchecked, it would shatter the barrier.
Katarina murmured gleefully.
"Come on out, Seldam's War God of Magic!"
Flutter. With the rustle of robes in the wind, a long-white-haired elder appeared in the sky.
Linmel Marquis raised his staff, eyes gleaming fiercely.
Light gathered at its tip, forming a massive energy mass.
Katarina sprang up, face alight with excitement, and ordered the fourth Bunker Breaker fired.
Seldam's War God of Magic.
The kingdom's mightiest mage alongside King Ophien Jinja's mentor.
The one wielding the world's vastest arsenal of spells.
Hence, the War God.
"Sever the War God's head, and we've half-won the war!!"
The fourth beam fired.
Linmel's eyes bulged as he manipulated the mana flow.
Veins bulged on his forehead.
The mental strain was immense.
But he couldn't stop.
"Kraaaah!"
Linmel roared, nearly a scream, reversing the mana flow.
A flow manipulation surpassing Welton's 'White Sea' footwork.
The fourth beam veered off course, shooting skyward.
Even that was within Katarina's calculations.
He laughed cruelly and activated the fifth.
Kwaaaaaaaa!!
They'd already tested how many Bunker Breakers an 8th-class archmage could endure.
No coincidence they'd prepared five.
The War God Linmel might handle three, but countermeasures were ready.
'Looks like even three's a stretch.'
But blocking three seemed unlikely.
Katarina raised his hand high, poised to order the full advance.
Lowering it would unleash tens of thousands to pulverize this puny city.
Defending Egenu was folly from the start.
Abandoning it for Shire Castle might've bought more time.
"Full army!"
He swept his hand down.
"Advance!"
That instant.
Wuuuung—!!!
Kwagagagagagaga!!!!
Light plummeted from the sky.
It devoured all five Bunker Breaker beams.
Katarina's order drowned in the din, unheard by the troops.
They merely gawked at the blinding white world.
'...What just happened?'
Even Katarina, supreme commander and 8th-class archmage, couldn't comprehend.
Magic from the heavens?
Who could wield such power?
Was humanly possible?
Did Chesan hide a weapon of this caliber?
No such intel.
A whirlwind of thoughts assailed him.
The sight was shocking, unbelievable.
But it didn't end there.
Wind howled.
Suddenly, blood sprayed through the air.
Screams from nearby alerted him.
"Kwaaak!"
"E-enemy raid!"
"The enemy's infiltrated!"
Shaaak—
Whirling winds.
Invisible, something slashed through the ranks at blinding speed.
Arms severed, legs, torsos, even heads.
Like the Grim Reaper himself, a wind-wielding blade reaped the Terizian army.
A high-speed swordsman amid the slicing gales.
One name flashed in Katarina's mind.
"No way!!"
The lone warrior who could slaughter a thousand alone.
A Sword Master.
And Seldam had but one who commanded wind at will.
"Whirlwind Swordsman Baylor Onyx!!"
Puhwak!!
Blood fountained.
Katarina watched a shield soldier bisected diagonally.
Before him stood expressionless Baylor, flicking blood from his blade.
"Checkmate."
"In your dreams!"
An 8th-class archmage fully battle-ready wouldn't lose to a Sword Master.
Especially as supreme commander—a mage implied deep combat prowess.
Katarina had forged a legendary career as a battle mage.
Facing the incoming wind blades, he incanted a memorized spell.
A black greatsword materialized from thin air, parrying the wind blades.
A summoning circle bloomed, disgorging a hulking man in pitch-black full plate armor matching the sword—visibly a powerhouse.
Baylor's eyes narrowed.
"Rabiro. Former Terizian Knight Commander, right? Thought he was dead. Necromancy?"
"Kukuku. Necromancy? As if I'd stoop to crude black magic. A puppet modeled after him in life."
Not a match for the real Rabiro, but this Sword Master facsimile could buy time.
"Full army, direct assault!"
The light had nearly faded.
Ignoring his peril, Katarina commanded all forces.
Baylor charged again, eyes flashing, but the Rabiro puppet held firm.
As he summoned aura in desperation, Baylor smirked faintly and sheathed his blade.
"My part's done here."
"What?"
"Next up's the next-gen hero."
With that, Baylor vanished.
Katarina was dumbfounded by the absurdity.
Slaying him would've decapitated command, sowing chaos.
Disabling the mage corps too—and he just walked away?
'Next-gen hero?'
Whatever. Baylor gone was victory enough.
Foolish or not, the Bunker Breakers had one shot left each.
Troops advanced, and the mage corps would bombard on direct order.
He prepared thoroughly against Baylor's return.
'But where'd Baylor even come from?'
The thought struck him.
Sword Master or not, non-mages didn't teleport.
With eyes everywhere, missing him was impossible.
And Zenith Church confirmed: 'No interference.'
'That light earlier...'
He'd forgotten amid the raid.
Whatever erased five beams belonged to whom?
A young man's voice echoed from the sky.
Katarina instinctively looked.
There hovered a youth with striking emerald hair.
Wings of shimmering light framed his back as he slowly extended a hand forward.
And declared,
"Let there be light."
⟨ Genesis Light ⟩
Light swept through Katarina's army.