Chapter 4 - The Immortal Knight Episode 4
The Immortal Knight Episode 4
Casting magic on a wide scale is about clearly envisioning the world in your Mental World, pouring in all the magic power you've accumulated, and realizing it in reality.
It's also a grueling process where you have to do everything yourself.
How much magic power have you accumulated with your talent?
How quickly and delicately have you constructed the world of your Mental World into reality with the accumulated magic power?
A magician's rank is determined by that level.
Norfin was a mid-tier magician who had just passed the stage of proficiency after overcoming the basics.
In a magician's life, it was also a time when all sorts of worldly temptations reached out.
'The owner of the Water Source World must be me, Norfin.'
For Norfin, who wanted to dominate all the water sources of the continent by linking them to his Mental World, the temptation offered by the Empire was irresistibly sweet.
"If the territory of the Kingdom of Azrion can be annexed to the Empire, all the rivers there will be yours."
He couldn't refuse the proposal of Bueno Argen, Marquis and Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army.
It was about having the authority over Azrion's water sources, which boasted abundant water.
Without having to ask for anyone's permission or read anyone's face, he could fill his Mental World with all the rivers of Azrion and dry them up, and if necessary, he could take out the water sources and cause floods.
It was like gaining the power to manipulate drought and abundance at will.
So, to achieve his goals, it was only natural to take the hand offered by the Empire.
'Was I told that I was arrogant and pitiful?'
Before leaving for this place, Norfin wore a bitter smile as he recalled the words of the Magic Tower Lord of Ruslan Magic Tower, where he had been, as he clicked his tongue.
'It's the childishness of an old man trying to hold back his disciple who's trying to get ahead.'
Empire and Kingdom.
Magicians who have seized the hand of opportunity are still expanding their Mental World and making a name for themselves.
Is it too early to judge?
That he would fall if he chased his dreams without distance?
"Damn old man. If you saw this result, you would never say that."
What happened to the river, which was said to be difficult to bind with magic because of its fast flow and large amount of water?
The Empire's soldiers made it a stepping stone to trample on Azrion's soldiers.
'Besides, I was able to get this kind of equipment... Heh heh.'
The Wave Light Robe presented by the Empire was reducing the mental exhaustion caused by the realization of magic.
And what about the staff with the blue jewel embedded in it?
It amplified the magic power needed to bring the frigidity realized in the Mental World into reality, increasing its power.
If he had been cooped up in the Magic Tower, he would have been able to obtain this in 10 years.
'It's only freezing a part of it now, but if I can lead the Empire to victory and gain the authority of the water source and expand my Mental World.'
He would become a Magic Tower Lord-level magician beyond the high-ranking level.
The youngest Magic Tower Lord Norfin!
The day he would be called that was not far away!!
'But why is it so noisy?!'
Unpleasant sounds of flesh tearing tickled his ears. But he couldn't focus on that.
He couldn't break his concentration and immersion any longer. He even had to put aside the future he had briefly envisioned.
He was still a mid-tier magician.
He didn't have the luxury to focus on other things while exerting such a wide range of magic as he was now.
Whoo-oong-!
To avoid submerging the Imperial Army on the ice, he had to reach a state of selflessness beyond concentration and immersion.
That's why the melody of death that was slowly approaching was no longer heard in Norfin's ears.
"Damn it!! Block it!!"
"Lord Norfin!! You have to avoid it!!"
"Wake up, you crazy magician!!"
"I'm on the same side... Cough!"
Rian spat out blood as he pulled out the sword that had pierced the abdomen of the elite soldier who had rushed at him.
"This crazy..."
"How are you standing?"
"No way..."
They all looked at Rian with the expression of facing a ghost.
Clearly, his unit member's sword was half a beat faster. The same was true of the guys who had been ahead.
They stabbed and slashed first, overwhelming the black-haired, black-eyed spy.
'Was I arrogant? Was I careless?'
Maybe so.
The opponent's movements were not very agile or powerful enough to be careless.
But including the five unit members who had been ahead, and now the unit member who had collapsed with a hole in his stomach, six in total.
They all met their deaths in an instant.
He gave a stab and received death in return.
"What are you..."
The elite soldier, who was on the verge of defeat, asked, but Rian only repeated the same words.
"I'm on the same side."
Then he wiped the blood from his mouth. He was barely holding on with a body that was not intact, with his arms, thighs, sides, and flanks all injured.
One life for one stab.
Rian gave up his own flesh and took the opponent's life.
It was the result of the opponent's arrogance and carelessness.
Saving an enemy who was rushing to kill in a killing field where they were killing and being killed?
It was arrogance and carelessness.
They were elites who had been trained only for killing and had roamed the battlefield.
They were not used to the action of having to save the opponent without being able to use what they had learned and mastered so far.
They had no choice but to be defeated by Rian, who was armed with the single-mindedness of killing.
The same was true after that.
Two more people died with holes in their necks after rushing at Rian, who was bleeding profusely, and three more people had their necks cut, ribs broken, and holes pierced in their lungs.
Moreover, every time he killed and knocked down one by one, he kept saying that they were on the same side.
The remaining guys seemed to be wondering if they were really on the same side, and their expressions distorted and hesitated in their actions.
Would they admit that they were on the same side now?
'Absolutely not.'
He had sent eleven out of thirty to the afterlife. They should never think that they were on the same side, and they should not make them think that way.
If, by any chance, that bastard was really identified as an ally, it would be proving that they had lost eleven elite troops to a single soldier.
It also meant that all the survivors would be ordered to commit suicide or face the execution stand.
So they could never admit that he was an ally, and they had to thoroughly frame him as a spy and link him to Gerard.
That was the thought of all the elite soldiers guarding the magician.
"Does he have a ghoul among his parents? The dog-like bastard doesn't die."
Since he couldn't kill him with one blow, one of the elite soldiers tried to trick him with a pointless provocation. He was planning to catch him off guard by provoking his anger.
"..."
It was quite insulting, but Rian did not react without any particular agitation.
Slowly-.
Crackle-.
He was just waiting for the bones and severed nerve bundles of his left arm, which he used as a shield, to reattach, and for his ruptured side organs to recover to the point where they could function.
He also pretended to be a human who was about to collapse due to severe injuries, dragging his right thigh, which was scarred from being stabbed and slashed.
Therefore, at this point, he decided to provoke the elite soldiers in order not to be caught in the disguise.
"You look more like a ghoul."
"You crazy bastard. I'll cut off that tongue first."
It worked properly.
"Didn't you say you were going to link me to Lord Gerard and do something? It would be a little difficult without a tongue, wouldn't it?"
If you cut off the tongue, you can't speak.
Rian tapped his temple with his finger as if to remind him of that fact.
"You son of a..."
The elite soldier with a flushed face clenched his teeth.
And he was about to narrow the distance, emitting murderous intent as if he didn't care about testimony or anything else.
"Graul. Looking at that bastard, doesn't it seem like he really has something to do with Gerard?"
"We all want to tear him apart and kill him, but capturing him alive is the priority."
"Yeah. We need that guy to bring out Gerard and get out of the bottom."
The surrounding unit members stopped him.
And they hardened their expressions as if erasing arrogance and carelessness, and prepared to engage in battle with a serious attitude.
Swish-. Swish-.
As if proving that, the guys who had been deploying a double and triple defense around the magician changed their formation, drawing a circle like a net.
'Hmm. Certainly.'
Like the guys he had faced earlier, their skills and brains were far below Gerard's.
He thought their top priority was to protect the magician.
But now they didn't seem to have any intention of doing that at all.
It was what Rian wanted.
Thud-.
Rian pretended to lose his balance by bending one knee as if stimulating the reason of the Shadow Unit members who were slowly narrowing the siege.
The appearance was quite natural.
"Now's the time!! Put holes in the arms and legs of that ghoul-like bastard!"
At the same time as Graul's cry, the Shadow Claw Unit members rushed in, narrowing the net at a rapid pace.
It coincided with the time when Rian's body, which had finished regenerating, was improving.
'As expected!'
If he was about to die from severe bleeding, his body would invariably show a rapid regeneration reaction and heal the wounds.
After that process, the body's enhancement power temporarily spread throughout his body.
It made it possible to exert far superior physical abilities than before.
This made it clear.
Permanent physical enhancement after facing complete death with a torn heart.
If he was driven to the brink of death due to excessive bleeding while his heart was intact, a temporary physical enhancement ability would be activated.
Rian ran, aiming for the magician.
"You crazy!!"
"Why are you okay!"
"B, block him!!"
The enemies who had been running ahead exclaimed with panicked expressions and thrust their sword tips in.
It was an attack that clearly showed the point where panic, fear, and hesitation were directed.
Whar-ruk-.
He easily avoided the attack by sweeping the floor and sliding.
And running again.
He ran down, only with the magician in his eyes.
"Damn it!! Block it!!"
"Lord Norfin!! You have to avoid it!!"
"Wake up, you crazy magician!!"
The guys shouted, chasing after him.
Nevertheless, the magician did not move as if he was absorbed in his magic.
'Is it a trap?'
He had such thoughts in his heart.
But now, the priority should be to cut off the magician's breath with the sword he was holding in his hand.
Swish-!!
He struck the magician's neck as it was, wearing a Wave Light Robe with gold trim.
The blade, which tore the slender neck skin and nerve bundles and accurately cut between the bones, came out on the other side, with blood spurting out.
Thud-.
The head of a young man with brown hair and clean skin fell to the floor.
Looking at his closed eyes on a face that was not even thirty years old, he looked peaceful as if he didn't even know he had met his death while lost in his Mental World.
Perhaps he had met a death where eternal dreams would continue.
Anyway.
Kugugugu-!!
The ice sheet that had been spread over the Trevor River began to collapse.
It was a natural result since the owner of the magic power had died.
The Imperial Army, which had been staying on the ice, screamed and shouted as they fell into the river.
Some were pushing the Kingdom Army after stepping on the opposite land.
But the commotion that broke out from behind broke their momentum and they quickly fell into the abyss of death.
It was a reversal created by Rian Keide.
Of course, Rian, who had caused the reversal, didn't have the luxury to watch it.
"Die! You ghoul-like dog bastard!!"
"You crazy monster!!"
He had to face the blades of the Shadow Claw Unit, which had been chasing him by about five steps.
He gave up his arm and pierced his neck.
Instead of being pierced through the side, he cut off the opponent's neck.
He took the flying blades with his whole body. They were all fatal wounds.
His arms were cut off and his ankles were cut off.
Even in the process, he desperately defended his neck from being cut off.
He didn't expect immortality, but he couldn't help but expect it.
That expectation aroused heroism and contributed to killing the magician, so it was an irresistible instinct.
That instinct stimulated his senses, keeping in mind the possibility of mortality, and created the movement to desperately protect his neck.
But he couldn't avoid the death that was right in front of him.
Even while suffering fatal wounds, he recovered the fate of five elite soldiers.
And finally.
Poobubuk! Poobubuk!!
He met his death with six spear blades flying from the front and back.