Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: Seigan Wolf Blado
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Seigan Wolf Blado had simply wanted, ever since his childhood, to test his powerful magic on a proper opponent.
The passion born from endless trial and error in every single one of his spells...
It was solely for that reason he had climbed to the pinnacle, the place the world called the summit...
But everywhere he went, worthy rivals vanished entirely before even a year had passed.
The only one even remotely worth fighting at full strength was a guy named Doran Slade, whom he’d met at the Imperial University Exchange when he was eighteen...
“Argh, how could I possibly beat Lord Blado? Could you just let me off this once?”
That detestable bastard never fought in earnest, always dodging with that infuriating playful attitude.
Soon, life grew unbearably dull.
Without a proper rival, his growth stagnated...
Even as the rightful heir to his family, he left the estate to become an adventurer because of it.
Even while climbing to Platinum Rank 2, he encountered plenty of strong foes, but strangely, never a single powerful mage.
So at some point, he began to dream.
‘Tch, what if I’d been born in the chaotic era three hundred years ago...’
He could’ve crossed blows with the Archmage Lin. Or fought the battle mage Ullan Page, who made a name for himself in the same era.
Or maybe clashed with that enigmatic black mage who was said to have overwhelmed and killed Lin.
Fame and fortune meant nothing. Even a short life wouldn’t be bad. As long as he could live by his convictions, like the Archmage Lin had...
“It’s been nine years since I last used my bloodline limit against a mage.”
No, that—
The moment Seigan swung his blood-dripping hand, Rain twisted his body’s inertia, rolling sideways.
Immediately after, with a gruesome thud, the ground where he’d stood—and the surrounding area—vanished in a perfect circle.
As if some invisible monster had devoured it with its maw.
“There it is, the Blado family’s bloodline limit! You’re done for now, traitor!”
Right, this was the Blado way...
Looking up at Seigan, who was forming hand seals with one hand, the boy’s lips twisted into a grin of their own accord.
This was the Blado family’s bloodline limit, called the “Root Mage”—Blood Magic. A forbidden art that used the caster’s own blood as a catalyst for spells.
But to erase space itself so cleanly—what kind of magic had he fused it with?
“...!”
The moment he tried to blast the second incoming blood droplet with fire, it glowed white-hot...
His heart lurched.
“The flame... vanished?”
Like a master archer’s arrow piercing a magical barrier, a massive hole opened in the flames, and more blood droplets poured through the gap.
“Gah—!”
If he hadn’t somehow parried it with his spirit staff, he’d be...
Cold sweat beaded on his brow.
Thud—the staff’s shaft, where the blood had stuck, vanished as if it were a lie. Of course, flames surged immediately to fill the gap.
Staring at it blankly, a sudden flash of insight escaped his lips.
“This isn’t... spatial severing. Spacetime transfer?”
Spacetime transfer was a deep-attribute black magic spell.
As the Black Sun Karenden had demonstrated, it wasn’t impossible with formulaic Luticen, but the difficulty was on the level of the gods themselves.
For ordinary mages, the risk of corruption by the abyss was high, so after the Papal Office banned it, the lineage had nearly died out...
Hmph. As if rewarding the boy for guessing right, Seigan explained the spell’s principles.
“I based it on the Send (送) rune, added fluidity with Glow (烱) and Blaze (炂), and finally amplified the lethality to its limit with Flash (晱) and Scorch (颲). Thanks to my bloodline limit, coordinate calculation is instantaneous.”
“So that makes it 5-star...?!”
“Exactly. The moment the blood droplet reaches its target, I activate the spell with my bloodline hand seal, sending the blood-marked coordinates to some unknown dimension—perfect kill.”
Even gold-rank mages, who had climbed that far on combat prowess alone, could only gape at the explanation.
“To combine spacetime transfer with a bloodline limit into the ultimate lethal 5-star spell...”
“Easier said than done—how do you even think to use spacetime transfer in combat? It’s a dimensional leap in concept alone, beyond us mere mortals.”
As the mages showered such praise, Eldvihi, watching the battle from a distant hill, narrowed her eyes.
‘Well, Rain Ludwig? What now?’
You said you’d draw attention. But drawing it only means something if you don’t just die pointlessly.
‘What are you aiming for?’
If he used those eyes like he did against Shar’kas, he could take him down quickly, even with some damage.
“I’d love to savor this longer, but playtime’s over.”
Seigan raised his arm in a straight, disciplined line, then swung it down wide, scattering blood droplets across the sky.
Seeing the ground vanish wherever they touched sent his hair standing on end—nearly falling out.
Seamless linkage of magic and bloodline limit: lightning strikes, the ground freezing underfoot in an instant, poison mist rolling in...
The moment mobility was cut off, blood droplets flew in.
‘He’s insanely strong... really...’
His lips twitched uncontrollably.
He’d leaped high to barely evade the fourth attack when Seigan clapped his hands together.
‘Clasped hands? Like Karenden’s?’
Alakishi’s teachings flashed in his mind, startling him—but it seemed a different application.
Seigan spread his arms wide, and blood from the cuts on his palms wove into the shape of a spear shaft.
Was it the resonance of extreme spacetime transfer mana? Crimson lightning crackled around the blood spear, emitting a high-frequency hum as if cracking dimensions.
‘Impressive.’
He was genuinely awed. Perfection in wielding the bloodline limit.
Blood droplets were inevitably slow. But if you gave the blood that much mass?
And in the form of a straight line minimizing air resistance—a spear.
“Perfectly locked on. Zero chance of evasion.”
Watching Seigan grip the blood spear, yank it back with all his might, and lunge forward, he knew he shouldn’t think it—but the thought came anyway.
Thank goodness Kiran opened the dimensional gate to the Trident Point.
That he could meet Seigan Wolf Blado here, like this.
“No spell will save you! Spacetime transfer activates at the spear’s tip, shredding your magic and skewering your head.”
Indeed, the destructive power from that combination wasn’t something ordinary magic could block.
In a situation this perfectly locked, where a direct hit was inevitable.
But this old fogey from three hundred years ago had a finisher to end the duel.
“Floating in the air was your mistake. What now?”
Tilting his upper body to shift his center of gravity forward sharply, using the recoil as Seigan hurled the spear—
The moment blood scattered along its trajectory, erasing all it touched—
The moment Kasena shouted something urgently, and Aki thrust both hands forward while spewing flames—
Thunder (雷).
Field (場).
Hurl (投).
Fall (落).
Pierce (剡).
The hand of the Eleventh Archmage had already formed the seals. Seals so familiar, so intimate, because he’d created them himself.
“That seal combination... Archmage Lin’s?!”
As the seals aligned, goosebumps erupted uncontrollably from Seigan’s scalp to his toes...
The legacy left by the youngest Archmage in history, bearer of the title “Hero Party’s Archmage”—the ultimate 5-star combat spell.
It wasn’t a spell you could cast just by forming seals. It required calculating the impossibly complex ritual using primal runes.
‘What?’
Even Leoren, leisurely sipping his drink while spectating, broke into a cold sweat. The mana was swirling so chillingly...
‘That welcome for you, Serwebon?’
The Serwebon on the Bow Star’s back pulsed brighter and more vigorously than Leoren had ever seen.
‘That kid’s making you weep, huh? Lin’s exact spell?’
The parched blue sky turned a lurid crimson. As the heavens lost color, even the clouds lost purity, darkening to thick thunderheads.
“First Thunder.”
At the caster’s command, supernatural white flames emerged, painting the sky, and slammed into the blood spear’s trajectory.
The primal rune Thunder (雷) roared.
Field (場) surged, opening the Breach (穴).
Power enough to shake heaven and earth struck the ground at the caster’s will, sending shivers of awe through every mage’s eyes.
“““───!”””
Harmonizing the diverse properties of Field, Hurl, Fall, and Pierce runes to maximize Thunder’s might—the supreme secret of thunder magic...
The ultimate 5-star spell created by Lin, who piled up dazzling feats under the name Hero Party’s Archmage, to end the chaotic era.
The storm from clashing 5-star spells didn’t just whip at clothes and hair.
Balancing was a struggle; soldiers had to jam spears and swords into the ground.
In the gale, Willis of the Special Magic Corps shielded his eyes from the stinging dust cloud and shouted urgently.
“There’s no way there’s no aftermath! Deploy defensive barriers! Protect the main force—protect His Highness!”
At that moment, a massive hole tore open in the lightning bolt as the blood spear’s tip flew onward. The spear slipped through the deleted spacetime gap.
“Second Thunder.”
Once more, overwhelming heat from the falling lightning swept low across the ground in a scorching whirlwind, blistering skin.
“Third Thunder.”
No direct damage from the spell itself. None...
“Fourth Thunder.”
Yet the aftermath alone was lethal enough to threaten lives.
“Fifth Thunder.”
Enough that Pipi instantly wrapped Kasena and Aki in a sphere of flames.
“Sixth Thunder.”
A fiery spectacle as if rewriting the laws of the world...
When the cornea-searing flash, eardrum-shattering boom, and skin-scorching afterheat storm ended, the nearby wetlands had dried up, exposing the bedrock.
The blood spear slicing through the air was utterly annihilated by the sixth thunderbolt, its power fully offset as the world was drained of color.
Sweat-soaked mages exchanged dazed glances.
“That kid nullified a terrain-altering 5-star spell from the Magic Citadel...?”
In the hush where even providence held its breath, the boy landed leisurely on the ground, his hood falling back to reveal sweat-matted black hair.
Beneath that hair, eyes gleaming seductively like rubies...
At the familiar features, Crown Prince Raider twitched both eyebrows—then the boy pointed at Seigan with his index finger and grinned.
“You know there’s still one left, right...?”
Incredible.
Oh, truly incredible.
The boy’s eyes, facing the flushed-with-excitement Seigan, asked silently: You’ve got a way to block that final one, of course?
“Hmph! The answer is obviously YES!”
The next instant, massive volumes of blood—enough to cause anemia—gushed from Seigan’s palms.
The blood crackled with frenzied lightning, merging into a massive shield above his head.
Then, once more, a heaven-scorching thunderbolt plunged into view.
“...?!“
“...?!“
The eyes of the generation’s strongest mage and the modern era’s strongest widened almost simultaneously.
The two transcendent spells should have collided, scattering fierce backlash everywhere...
But instead, a transparent soap bubble two meters in diameter appeared at the clash point.
Inside the sphere, flames and blood churned violently—or seemed to, before the turmoil gradually calmed, losing power.
Then, pop—the bubble’s top burst open, all the force, noise, and heat erupting upward like a pressure fountain of light.
Mana control worthy of surreal art...
Cold sweat beaded on Seigan’s forehead.
‘That’s definitely Karenden’s sealing art, passed only to the Page family’s direct heirs.’
The “strongest” mage turned his gaze to the sharp origin of mana pricking like needles from every pore.
The boy followed suit, and a beat later, the girl they looked toward...
A innocent smile bloomed on her face.
On the southwestern hill of the far western branch, amid fifty-odd cavalry, a pale purple flower bloomed. The world called it the modern era’s “greatest” mage.
Her name was Madelia Page.