Return of the Class 8 Mage
66. full-fledged war (5)
“At whose commission, you came?”
Oliver slowly approached Helene. He looked calm, but inside the gloves, his hands were already drenched in sweat.
“I know that you are not someone who will act of his own accord.”
Eventually, the two reached each other within handshake distance.
Their size difference is striking.
But what about the difference in their strength?
“What would an ordinary knight do, like you?”
It was the same Helene voice in the past. No more dark spots around the eyes. Personality has returned to normal. The only difference is the absolute blind allegiance to the tower lord, as a result of the far more advanced influence of black magic.
“Are you hit in the head with an arrow?”
“What an impossible woman to talk to.”
“Yes?!”
Oliver's question ends there. From now on, everything he does will be ‘history for the first time’. The first prose of this story is ‘Oliver dares to launch an initial attack against a high-level wizard’.
Chiang-Chang!
Of course, fighting is not an easy path. His cane was stronger than steel, his physical strength and reactive speed, in countering the sudden sword attack, was far more advanced than a skilled knight. That power must have come from an innate talent, powered by magic and mana.
Keean! the kang! Keaneinng!
Helene retreats from Oliver's continuous and disorganized attacks. Instantly distancing himself from Oliver, he immediately summoned magic.
“Pyro-explosion.”
Six huge balls of fiery bullets came, flying towards Oliver. For an ordinary knight, it was impossible to avoid such high-level multi-shoot magic because Helene showed an aura of confidence on her face.
“Dead well.”
However, his wishful thinking did not happen. Who is Oliver? After all, he was a ‘sword swordsman with fire’ cutting skill, which even Ian said was a skill that only existed in mythical stories, in his earnest astonishment.
It's shaken!
The giant fireball was sliced into two halves and broke diagonally. It was as if a passage had opened through the wall of fire surrounding Oliver. Oliver dashed out of the fire through the crack and ferociously reengaged.
“Cut, cut through fire?”
It was a sword skill that even Ian was astonished by. Forgetting what happened, Helene murmured. But, he could not remain in shock for a long time. Strengthened by mana, each of Oliver's muscles, blood vessels, and joints created a movement that was faster and stronger than many ferocious beasts.
“Aaah!”
Witches have to keep their distance at all times. Of course it's not an easy task. Applying a few spells could create the required distance even when a knight broke the boundary with all his might. That was the biggest difference between a mage and a knight. However, this advantage did not work out at all on Ian.
Yek! Kian! Kang!
That's quick.
It was very, very fast.
He was even more nimble than when he had argued with Ian last. No matter how a magician tried to make a distance, he had already anticipated, be it ten or a hundred steps, at any moment.
“Ye-yes!”
“Ye-yes!”
Oliver never, not even once, ignored his training. So much so that the product resulting from God-given talent and God-given effort could only dare to be called ‘Oliver Raywood’.
“Aaak....”.
Seeing herself being pushed back, Helene became agitated. The ego of a magician could not help but be pushed back by a knight with a single step. Apart from being dominated by black magic, his innate ego remained as it was when he was first born.
“How dare Halfling!”
‘Halfling’ is an insulting name that refers to those born with either a mana heart or a mana brain. Although it was a quite insulting name call, Oliver did not even blink an eye. Instead, he answered calmly.
“Continue babbling.”
“What....?”
Helene, on the other hand, became furious over the simple comment. Both of his fists were engulfed in flames. Then two, ‘giant fire’ fighters appeared over his shoulder. It was magic familiar to Oliver.
‘It is the same magic as Ian's, the blow that burns.’
It was the same magic ‘burning punch’ that was often encountered during the 5 years of debates with Ian. Although they were smaller in size and number compared to Ian, the format itself was the same. Perhaps, his attacking method would also be the same.
‘Of course, even a short and effective time duration will be the same.’
An ordinary knight would be shocked. Perhaps, Oliver 5 years ago would have been confused as well. He faced a pair of incredible, flaming fists. In fact, they are even fast and accurate.
‘Dodging is all it takes.’
But Oliver has no problem. All he had to do was avoid. Because the effective duration of magic will be short-lived and will fade. If he did not become overwhelmed by the size of a giant fist, it would be an easy task.
“You, you will not die peacefully.”
“Is that true? But, I will definitely keep you alive.”
“…..?”
“I have to interrogate you to find out who's behind you.”
Gritting her teeth, Helene wildly swung her burning fists. With each swing, the ground exploded and the temperature rose. Although he had dodged perfectly, the tip of his clothes became blackened.
“You little mouse!”
It was Oliver, who had avoided that blazing fist in an irregular circular manner.
‘Now!’
As if he had changed his strategy, Oliver launched a full frontal assault. Was it a bad decision because he had provided the perfect target for Helene's counter-attack?
“Mati!”
Helene's screeches were filled with blood and mocking laughter. However, he did not realize it. It was Oliver, who was a better expert, than the two of them, from ‘the blow that burned’.
Huff-up!
The two smoldering fists that had approached Oliver's face had just been panting in all directions. That was because the effective duration time had expired.
“What is....?”
But, Helene did not recognize that delicate expiry time because she saw it very differently. To him, it was as if Oliver had broken through a fireball with his own abilities.
“Mana barrier!”
Helene hurriedly continued with the mana barrier.
Krrev!
Krrev!
Oliver's sword touched the surface. That's in no time. If he failed to make a protective shield, one of his shoulders would be cut off. He could not anticipate Oliver to pierce through the fireball.
“Ha ha ha.
Sweat on Helene's cheek. But, it can be managed. There are ‘ barrier mana’ for a witch. ‘A barrier where’ will never be penetrated by violence and sword. Helene had always been reluctant to use protective spells, but this time there was no choice.
“Sana. Exactly right. A Halfling like you will never come close no matter how hard you try ...”
He is no ordinary knight.
He was much stronger than expected.
Even Helene recognized Oliver that way.
However, with this barrier, he would always be safe.
He just needed to find the right time and fight again.
Oliver probably knows that, too.
That must be so.
“Good. Finally, we can really get started.”
Captain Oliver became calmer.
He spoke while fixing his grip on the sword.
“I want to show it off when the time comes to fight with the duke Ian.”
“What....?”
Helene could not understand Ian's words. This is ‘block mana’. A sword is nothing and even mobilizing a slingshot will not make a dent against it. But then do what? A swordsman would do what?
“Training in advance is also not a bad thing.”
Oliver cut off his own hand with a sword.
It was a much deeper wound than expected.
Clearly, there was a dark red bloodstain on that sword.
Is it just a stain? Instead, blood flowed out.
So the blade of the sword will become drenched.
“We don't have the ability to issue mana as Halflings as you talked about.”
Oliver's soft voice echoed.
He held his sword with an injured hand.
The deep red-colored blood continued to scratch his sword.
“However.”
Wet with Oliver's dark red blood, his artifact sword, ‘Mundile’ trembled slightly. It was the exact same influence that occurred when mana was injected.
“That may be a minute.”
Mana is the energy that circulates in the bloodstream. That energy remains even after blood is removed from the body. It would soon evaporate, but as Oliver revealed, it remained there for a very short time.
Duehduedueduh-!
The vibration on the artifact sword, ‘mundial’, becomes stronger. Moreover, the entire length of the sword surged with a natural blue light of mana. Even at this moment, the mana energy replenishing effect of the scratched blood was occurring.
“Let me show.”
His white blades had now been covered by the blue light.
Instead, it burned with a blue light mana.
“With the whole power of Halfling.”
Oliver's sword was raised vertically.
The sword had broken through powerfully.
In which barrier had Helene made.
S-reeeek!
Even the sound is different.
And amazing things happen.
The eyes of the knights who witnessed everything,
These eyes opened so wide as if they were about to explode in astonishment.
“Krr....!”
“Krr....!”
Helene felt the same way. Instead, it went beyond the same feeling. ‘Pedang’ has broken through ‘block mana’. A mere iron had sliced through the protective shield as if it was a piece of paper. Is that all? It even sliced through Helene's arm. Thick blood splashed everywhere. As the knights were astonished, Helene felt tremendous pain and felt a loss of all sensitivity.
“No, Impossible...”.
Surprised, Helene began to retreat. He called out every energy to escape. However, Oliver's attack and sword were much faster than him. There is no time to think straight.
It's shaken!
A large piece of Helene's cloak was cut off.
If it goes deeper, his thigh will be cut off.
It's shaken!
However, it was another part of his robe.
If it went deeper, it would be his wrist.
It's shaken!
The grains of Helene's blood spread into the air.
The back of his hand was slightly cut off.
It's shaken!
This time it was much bigger.
One of his fingers came off.
One of his fingers was as white as white jade.
“Aaaaak!”
Helene screams. His right thumb and middle fingertip were cut off. However, he could not stop moving. With ‘pedang’, lit up in blue light, covered in blood, Oliver's aggressive attack looked to Helene as ‘ghosts holding sword’.
“Fixed, stay away!”
Helene was under the influence of black magic. Although the power of his spell had diminished because he was able to speak and show his natural personality, his movements and thought processes were still dominated by him. However, he felt it, fear towards Oliver, cries of fear.
Holy hooch!
Eventually, Oliver's movement took over Helene's movement.
He became vulnerable when his sides of the body opened.
“Aaaaak!”
What a pain!
Helene's movements became dull.
Arm, finger, now side is injured.
An unbearable pain engulfed him.
“Huh….! Huh!
Even his breathing became tense.
There was a moment that lowered his alertness.
“…..!”
A line of lightning swords sliced through Helene.
More precisely, it pierced his neck.
Helene could not even scream.
Vision of his head, decapitated, beheaded,
Like a fountain, he saw red blood flowing,
He really felt a very bad incident.
“…..?”
But, it's just an illusion.
His head has not been cut off.
There's only a thin mark on the neck.
“Eh.... eh?”
Helene examined his neck, with her trembling hands. It was still intact, but no sound came out of his vocal cords. There's nothing he can do. Shivering his eyes, he could only stare at Oliver.
“Don't I tell you?”
Helene became completely powerless to fight.
Oliver pulled out his sword after confirming that.
Then he read in a soft voice.
“That I will definitely keep you alive.”
I'll interrogate him to find out who's behind him.
But, he didn't have to say that.
“Letting death is the last form of mercy.”
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“Do, try! What is....?”
“Why are you acting so stupid? Do you really think I won't be ready? You already have past experience. ”
Ian believe.
The Fairy Queen was even more certain.
Oliver, on the crown prince's side, can be trusted. It was also true even if a high-level 4th class mage came. Even if two of them came, they could be defeated. That's how Ian wrote the situation. ‘Oliver Raywood’ is a unique genius, and of course, a unique ‘pangolin’.
‘He must be the first swordsman in the continent.’
Not just a kingdom, but a continent.
That's how Ian wrote Oliver.
He will only become stronger in the future.
“No matter how one prepares, it is impossible to defeat a witch ...”
“Dust Queen Fairy.”
Ian had cut the grunts of the tower lord, all at once. He spoke while slowly shaking the pouch that held the dust of the fairy queen.
“How do you think this could be mine?”
“….”
Peri is a very strong ‘luck of the gods’. There must have been such footage in the Ivory Tower. If one were the master of the tower, he would definitely read every single piece of it.
“Negotiation has ended. No luck.”
Ian's stern voice continued to speak.
“Most likely you will be judged. For such offences, the death penalty was certainly written on the wall. I'll make sure that's what happens. I would love to accept the Ivory Tower that you have worked so hard, shedding blood and sweat for decades to cultivate. ”
“You son of a bitch...!”
As if about to devour, the tower master stared at Ian ferociously.
That's all he can do.
What else could he do?
No more black magic, no more black magic.
“A hand…. Since you've been playing dumb, I'll ask you to be a real doll. It will make my job in the future easier, I think. ”
“What....?”
Understanding the true meaning behind it, the tower lord retreated slowly.
Instead, he ‘crawl’ should be a better description.
“Wait! Please stop! There is a better way....”.
“I will only limit it to excessive side effects.”
No more talking. Realizing the situation, Herbert, the lord of the tower, made the final move with which it recovered.
“Actually, I didn't mean so far.”
Finally, Ian's hand reached the tower master.
More precisely, he grabbed his head with both hands.
He wants to go straight to the brain.
Of course, the tool is ‘mana’.
“Ah, Aaaaak...!”.
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Mana begins to be injected in large quantities. Jolting violently, mana began to move the brains of the tower master. Sensing such pain for the first time in his life, the tower lord let out a deafening cry.
“As the ruler of the tower, it is appropriate to increase the authority of the Ivory Tower. Supporting the 5th prince, Ragnar, not the crown prince, is understandable. After hoarding such wealth? A man can do that. But bringing my family into this is the worst mistake you've made. ”
“Aaah! Aaaaaak!”
Ian remained calm even in the face of such a terrifying scream.
“Isn't the wrath of the king on everyone?”