Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Steel Tower (9)

#47

It became like that.

The elevator door closed.

Bran and Silien stood facing each other.

The silver membrane that had been rippling while wrapping Silien was quickly restoring to its original form.

‘As expected.’

Bran clicked his tongue.

As expected the surprise attack did not work.

Even though he drove Smash with all his might there was not a single scratch on Silien’s body.

Thanks to the sturdy mana shield that is one of the basics.

Unlike Rudel who relies only on borrowed power it was evidence that she is a proper mage.

“······Lord Bran.”

However the mental shock seemed considerable.

The usual softness could not be found on the white face.

The serious expression with lips tightly closed is cool like a glacier.

Now she looks a bit like a Blue Magic Tower graduate.

“You deceived me.”

Silien snapped her fingers.

Click. At the same time as the audience chamber door locked a translucent barrier covered over it.

Wall of Silence.

It was a common magic that prevents sound from leaking.

“You weren’t caught in Lenavir. Was the purpose like this from the beginning?”

“Something like that.”

“The research institute would have been destroyed··· Rudel died too right?”

Instead of answering Bran nodded.

Silien only raised an eyebrow once without any sign of being sad or angry and ended.

Cold. Well these guys were originally this kind of relationship.

Short and awkward silence.

Silien who was staring at Bran opened her mouth.

“······Lord Bran. I’ll make one proposal.”

“Proposal.”

“I’ll only ask once so answer carefully. The first is opposing me. After futile resistance the flesh is torn to shreds and the brain is extracted.”

It was not a particularly attractive option.

Silien tapped her own forehead with her index finger.

“I’ll give pain that cannot even be imagined while scraping the flesh and bones. The remaining brain will be made into a combat type golem’s core. Lord Bran’s consciousness will be confined in a lump of metal that cannot even scream and kill innocent people.”

“The second?”

“Even now repent and enter our organization.”

This was a bit surprising.

Giving one more coin here?

“Then I’ll forgive you. Ruining the big event, destroying the secret laboratory all of it. If Lord Bran helps me from today within three years we can destroy Valkeros again.”

“You think I have that much value?”

“Yes. Because my eyes are certain.”

A voice full of conviction.

Silien gestured behind her back.

“The people outside still do not know my identity. The fact that the lord changed either. Except for Director Leodorn they are spending a day no different from usual.”

“···Even after doing this kind of thing are you thinking of maintaining the position of the Steel Tower’s mage?”

“Why wouldn’t it work? Even if there is someone who notices eliminating them is enough. Because from now on I called in all the types that seem useful or that would interfere with the big event today.”

It was the moment the reason for gathering people while scattering VIP invitations was revealed.

To eliminate variables just in case.

Although not particularly mentioned, anyone could see it was a measure done because of Bran.

Bran stuck out his tongue.

“Silien. As expected you are a monster.”

“Hehe··· I’ll take it as a compliment. Because it means not being bound by the morals of mortals.”

Silien smiled with her eyes.

Although the attitude was soft no gap was felt at all.

Rather the chest feels stuffy.

It would be the so-called pressure.

“So. The answer?”

“······I.”

Bran dragged the end of the words.

At the aspect as if pondering Silien’s expression brightened.

Honestly if the goal is preserving life there was no better option than this.

‘The Abyss route··· the performance is certain.’

Safe and certain.

Anyway even if seeing the ending it is unknown whether he can return to the original world.

If only abandoning humanity he could enjoy a much more affluent life than now under the Outer God’s warm buttocks.

Receiving a fraudulent guarantee like the veil is a bonus.

The disadvantage is only one.

Just that he does not want to.

“Let’s do the third.”

“Third?”

Third.

Just as she was about to say there is no such option, Silien shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes?”

Killing intent was felt from somewhere.

Not far. Right nearby.

Turning back Silien froze.

Ilark with pupils thinly narrowed was rushing toward her.

“Here is your grave, you bitch!”

“······!!!”

Silien’s eyes widened.

The blazing double-bladed axe was drawing a red trajectory behind her back.

At some point the main gate of the audience chamber was completely destroyed.

Because of the Wall of Silence she did not hear the breaking sound at all.

“The third.”

Bran continued the words about the reserved choice.

“Kill you. And we go out.”

If there is no gap make one.

That would be the correct attitude of the challenger.

Bang! Gripping the sword hilt with both hands Bran leaped toward Silien.

“Foolish···!”

Perplexity settled on Silien’s face.

It was late to avoid. The slashes that rushed from front and back arrived at the same time.

Kaaaaang!

The strikes of the longsword and axe struck the mana shield from both sides.

“Ueuk!”

The silver membrane rippled greatly.

At the impact as if the brain was shaking Silien staggered.

It was a different dimension from the first attack. Although faint a cracking sound of gold going was heard.

Especially the dragonblood’s destructive power was a level that absolutely could not be ignored.

A red scar was engraved in the place Ilark drove down.

“Fuck, why so hard?!”

Ilark was also astonished.

The impact transmitted along the hands was ringing the entire body.

To think a strike that easily cuts three golems in half is blocked by a wall thinner than an eyelid.

“Keep pushing!”

However now was not the time to be dumbfounded.

While Silien could not come to her senses the shield had to be shaved as much as possible.

Silien was responding by thickening the barrier at the hit part but it was not perfect.

Bang! Bang! Kwabang!

Every time a clean hit was applied to the barrier a roar that could be heard in a quarry was ringing out.

“···You came up with the elevator of the waiting room.”

Silien muttered.

Beyond the broken door an elevator with a smashed door was visible.

Ilark seemed to have come up from there.

The fact that Bran answered slowly was also to buy time.

The nobles gathered in the waiting room were murmuring while looking this way.

“······!”

“···.”

“······?!”

It was fortunate that the distance was far.

There was no one who approached with courage yet.

But they would have sufficiently noticed that something unusual was happening.

“That is still troublesome.”

Silien’s pupils sank coldly.

Tak. Along with the sound of snapping fingers one layer of opaque force field was overlaid on the Wall of Silence.

“In the end you played a bad move.”

Silien held a bitter smile.

The mana shield was rippling violently without precedent.

The cracks that began to appear in various places meant that the durability of the barrier had fallen below half.

Almost all broken.

It was the moment Bran and Ilark who exchanged gazes applied slashes from both directions again.

Kaaaang-!

Along with a fierce metallic sound the two’s bodies were pushed back.

“Ugh.”

“Sii, what?!”

The hands hurt.

Raising the head swords and shields blocking each front were visible.

Roughly large. It seems only an ogre or so could properly handle them.

They were the armaments the knight sculptures decorated in the audience chamber were wearing.

“Too early.”

Bran frowned.

Silien came to her senses faster than expected.

The sword and shield floating in the air were informing that she began to exert power.

‘Even the shield is not all broken yet.’

It was a failure.

The shield with the mana shield applied was not cut even by the Numerite blade.

Bang! The sword and shield largely swung pushed the two far away.

“Keuk!”

Soon the metals in the audience chamber began to float all at once.

Weapons and junk, even decorative sculptures.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu···!

Some metals were gathering together and being reconstructed into new forms.

Bran shouted.

“Coming! Prepare!”

“Damn, because I couldn’t break that one···!”

It was a pattern announcing the start of the boss fight.

Ilark covered her body using the axe as a shield.

It was the moment Bran widely spread the Red Wolf’s cloak and wrapped his entire body.

『The boss of the Steel Tower, Silien Rua casts “Ring of Steel”!』

Kwaaaaa!

All the metals that floated in the air began to rotate at high speed centered on Silien.

“Kraaaak!”

“Ugh.”

The two clenched their teeth.

It is the feeling of being put into a cheap mixer.

Scars as if a beast scratched and passed were being engraved on the furniture and entire walls.

It cannot be blocked just by swinging the sword.

Dozens of large and small scraps of iron were pounding the body covered by the cloak.

“Damn painful.”

The somewhat fortunate point was the fact that minimal preparation was done.

Thanks to the elixir that increases defense the skin had become tough.

The cloak made of Red Wolf’s hide was blocking fatal wounds.

Still it hurts. Although not pierced the impact was being transmitted as is.

“Dog-like woman! This is too much!”

Ilark spat out a curse.

Without a cloak she had to protect her body in a more primitive way.

Kakakakakakakang!

Sparks were flying one after another over Ilark’s axe that became a shield while a metallic sound was ringing out.

Ring of Steel.

A fraudulent skill of attack and defense integrated that grinds enemies just by entering the radius.

More absurd was the fact that Ring of Steel is an installation type area skill.

That can do other things while laid.

Swaeaaek!

Sharply forged daggers flew out while tearing the storm of metal.

“Ilark! Dangerous!”

“I’m watching too!”

Different from the scraps of iron that just rotate.

They were flying objects that Silien directly manipulates.

The daggers flying on a clearly different trajectory were aiming at the two’s vital points.

Like supersonic missiles mixed in low-cost rocket fire.

Kang!

Ilark who swung the axe and knocked away the daggers growled.

“We can’t keep doing this forever! Have to break through!”

Just words.

If going like this they will only be ground to death.

And position-wise the one who has to break through the path was not Ilark but himself.

It was while Bran who thinly narrowed his eyes was measuring the angle to break through.

Boooom!

A steel chair that flew through the storm struck Ilark.

“Kuek!”

Ilark fell back.

Although the weight is weight the speed was too fast. The giant steel chair was originally the thing the lord sat on.

Even before she who fell raised her body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Metal lumps that flew continuously crushed her as if burying her alive.

“Ilark!”

Ilark’s form was completely covered.

The tail sticking out under the chair was fiercely shaking left and right.

The constantly added metals were interfering with her coming out.

From within the surging metallic wind Silien’s voice was heard.

“I knew it would be like this. There is no need to even use the power received from the great one.”

“Silien···!”

“Here is too complicated. Shall we try moving the place first?”

It was a soft tone like usual.

Suddenly the storm of iron subsided.

Crunch.

Most of the rotating metals began to gather in one place.

Weapons, knight sculptures, even the steel seat pressing Ilark.

Bang! Finally Ilark who shook off the remnants rose as if bouncing.

“Puha···! I thought I was going to die!”

Fortunately there seemed to be no place greatly hurt.

Although it was a situation hard to just be glad.

Silien who completed a sphere reaching 3m in diameter moved her fingers as if pushing up.

Boooom!

The steel sphere that surged like a rocket smashed the ceiling and flew out.

“What···!”

Ilark’s eyes widened.

As the high ceiling was pierced blue sky was revealed.

Afternoon sunlight was pouring into the audience chamber.

Because metal was consumed to make the sphere the storm of iron had completely subsided.

The two who exchanged gazes kicked the ground and rushed in.

“Now!”

It was a perfect opportunity.

It was the moment Bran and Ilark who rushed while spraying blood struck the silver membrane.

Crunch!

Pipes that popped out while smashing the floor wrapped the two’s bodies like snakes.

“Wh-what?!”

“This is.”

It was a trap. Bran and Ilark’s postures collapsed for an instant.

Although not a strength that could not be escaped Silien’s purpose was not restraint anyway.

Once again Silien made a gesture as if pushing up.

Hwaaaak!

Bran and Ilark’s bodies surged above the hole.

Precisely the pipes wrapping them.

A low voice rang out below the feet that were quickly receding.

“I’ll consider it as choosing the first option.”

The destination was the open rooftop.

When Bran put his hand into the inner pocket something the size of a ping-pong ball was touched.

Although he was being pounded the whole time surprisingly up to here was according to the plan.

Yes, up to here.