Chapter 143

Chapter 143

I Became the Academy Mafia Chapter 143As if proving how effective the burst damage we'd poured into him during his transformation had been, his body was absolutely covered in wounds.

“You fly-like bastards...!”

Black scales began rising over Fafnir's skin as he glared at us with hateful eyes.

Pitch-black hair, sharp violet eyes, and even the vertically slit pupils characteristic of reptiles within them.

Realizing that attacking us with overwhelming size and mass wasn't easy and only increased the area where attacks could land, he had chosen Polymorph.

But that could only be called the worst possible choice.

“As expected, techniques land better when you're a little smaller.”

I stepped in and closed the distance before driving a fist straight toward his face.

But he raised both arms and guarded against it. My fist collided with his scales, sending orange sparks scattering in every direction.

“Light!”

He smiled through the gap between his arms as though it were nothing.

“Let's see if this is light too!”

But when Yoon Gwang-su approached from behind and drove a fist into his side, his body clearly shook.

“How dare a mortal!”

“You've got enough room to look behind you?”

I pulled out the shotgun again and pulled the trigger toward his abdomen, sending compressed aura rounds spreading wide and slamming directly into his body.

It was a strike practically no different from a cannon blast. His body bent sharply and was pushed far backward.

“Graaaaaaah!!”

Was it a desperate attempt to keep from falling?

He spread the wings folded behind him wide to regain balance, stretched both arms to the sides, and shouted at us.

“Fine, as you wish, I'll kill every last one of you!”

At the same time, hundreds of magic circles filled the area around him.

As expected of a race known as the progenitors of magic, it seemed he intended to wipe us out with magic all at once.

But we weren't going to stand around and watch.

“Poena Dei(Punishment of God)!”

Once again, a cross began forming above his head.

The only differences from usual were that the bottom was sharpened like a spike and its size was beyond imagination.

Perhaps Fafnir also felt the tremendous pressure. He raised the hands he'd spread to either side above his head and gathered the unfinished magic circles into one.

A shield formed from hundreds of magic circles.

The cross began falling toward the ground, cleaving through the sky, and collided with his shield with a terrifying sound.

“Ascalon! Who the hell is using Ascalon!”

With a strained expression, he looked around and shouted.

As expected, the surest way to force damage through was an attack using Ascalon.

But the Ascalon he knew had already disappeared from this world long ago.

Even if he tried to sense holy power, the entire area was already saturated with it because it had become a sanctuary, making it nearly impossible to identify the newly reborn Ascalon at once.

“Maybe this is Ascalon?”

I aimed the gun at him again, preparing to pull the trigger while he stretched his hand toward the sky.

But perhaps because he'd already allowed several shotgun attacks, the magic circle that had completely blocked the cross shifted toward me with the movement of his hand.

“There's no way something like that is Ascalon!”

Just as unease began creeping over me from the magic circle that started emitting murky smoke.

I felt an enormous amount of mana gather within him.

“Disappear as you are, mortal.”

A strange sensation rang alarm bells through the instincts engraved into my body.

The moment I recalled the attack corresponding to his motion and its range and concluded that defending against it was practically impossible, one method came to mind.

“Senior Uncle!”

Yoon Gwang-su's voice reached me through the gaps in my concentration.

At the same time, violet flames blossomed from the magic circle.

-Andardráttur.

As he recited the dragon tongue, an enormous mass of flames rose and surged toward me, and I immediately pulled ‘that’ from the Cube, thrust it toward the empty air, and twisted my wrist.

Item [Dimensional Storage].

An object durable enough to withstand even Ji Su-hyeon's relentless assault.

A golden door appeared between Fafnir and me where nothing had been before, and I pressed myself tightly against it.──────!!

Scorching heat wrapped around my entire body.

Even without taking a direct hit, it felt as though my whole body was burning.

Even while wearing DisPater, which had temperature control and top-tier defensive capabilities, it was painful to this extent. If I'd taken it head-on, I would've undoubtedly died in tremendous agony.

His breath gradually subsided.If the breath he used in human form during Phase 3 was already this strong, what kind of attack would he unleash in the final Phase 5?

I became determined to finish him somehow before then.

“You! Are you okay?!”

Once the flames completely disappeared, the bishop ran into the area where scorching heat still lingered.

“...

You're in better shape than I expected?”

“Feels like I'm cooked about medium on the inside. I'd appreciate a heal.”

“Ah, sorry.”

When she placed her hand on my shoulder, a refreshing energy began spreading through my body, reducing the pain at least somewhat.

So this was the power of a bishop-class cleric.

At this level, it seemed sufficient to move on to the next stage.

“He's started being wary of Ascalon. If he finds out you're the one holding it, he'll focus on you, so switch to supporting as much as possible from behind.”

“Got it. How are you now?”

“I don't think it'll interfere with moving.”

I clenched and opened my fist, checking how my body felt.

Perhaps because I'd gone through so much pain, my sense of pain seemed slightly dulled, but considering what was coming, that might actually be a good thing.

“Then I should probably go help now. Even the Workshop Master will die if we leave him like that.”

When I recalled the door of the [Dimensional Storage], its surface slightly melted, I could see Yoon Gwang-su in the distance engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Fafnir.

“How dare a mortal try to fight me as an equal with nothing but fists imbued with aura!”

“Graaaaah! Aura Style is humanity's strongest martial art! Take Senior Uncle's revenge!”

Fafnir no longer allowed himself to be attacked, striking back relentlessly, while Yoon Gwang-su endured blow after blow, reinforcing his trained body and barely buying time.

“Workshop Master!”

“Senior Unclllllle! You're alive!”

“You survived?!”

Apparently, after seeing me engulfed in flames, they'd assumed I was obviously dead.

“You should've checked properly.”

I drove a fist packed with aura as hard as I could into the torso of the creature whose body was turned toward Yoon Gwang-su.

“How──?! Guh!”

Perhaps sensing that my attack power was clearly different from before, he grimaced in confusion.

The fight with him had dragged on, and the respect of those watching this scene had been applied to my Bloodline Ability.

Thanks to the amount of aura now rampaging through my body, completely different from at the beginning.

“Workshop Master, retreat for one round. Get treated by the bishop and rejoin!”─Boom! ─Boom! ─Boom!

I poured a relentless barrage of attacks into him so he couldn't go after Yoon Gwang-su as he withdrew.

“Fine, you're better than that one from a moment ago. Were you originally a hand-to-hand fighter?”

Tap.

My fist was stopped by his hand.

“Then your ability to take a hit must be considerable too.”

His two wings spread wide to either side as he jumped and kicked upward toward my face with his right foot.

I hurriedly raised my left arm to block the attack, but a tremendous shock passed straight through my arm.

My brain must have been shaken, because I had the illusion that the ground was rising toward me, but if I fell here, another attack would definitely follow.

“You think... you're the only one!”

I grabbed his leg with my raised left arm and slammed my head toward his face.

A technique commonly called a headbutt.

“Graaagh!”

Blood sprayed from his nose as his head snapped backward.

“I'm not done yet!”

Blood flowing from my forehead wet the corners of my eyes and dyed my vision red, but it didn't interfere with grabbing him by the collar.

“You fool! My blood is highly poisonous!”

“That doesn't work on me, so who cares!”

Another headbutt.

Fafnir raised scales over his forehead to somehow absorb the impact, but even that wouldn't stop the shock from rattling his brain.

“You damned mortal!!”

Perhaps enraged by the continued one-sided violence, he glared at me and struck my chest with his right arm.

The impact drained the strength from the left arm that had been gripping his leg, but I maintained my balance as much as possible and threw a punch at him in return.

“You're about to die too, so what's with all this mortal crap!”

I smashed his jaw with my right arm.

I heard a crunch as his face turned, but as though it were nothing, he swung his left fist and struck my right cheek.

Boom!

The inside of my mouth tore open and instantly filled with blood.

It stung as it mixed with saliva, but I spat the blood and saliva I'd gathered straight into his face to disrupt his vision, then swung the left arm I'd only just regained enough control to move.

His face snapped to the right.

Perhaps considering it humiliating, he trembled with rage and pulled his right arm back.

At the same time, magic circles began forming over his arm.

“How dare an insect like you do this to me...!”

Despite how many punches we'd traded, there wasn't a single major wound on his face.

Even the wounds he did have were slowly healing.

It truly was a situation where saying our ‘species’ were different fit perfectly.

But.

“Insect, my ass. I'm not an ordinary human either...!”

I was a Calione.

Who had inherited Don Vito Calione's disposition.

Traits.

Abilities.

And talents.

A special individual.

“I'm not someone who'll be looked down on by a lizard like you!”

The sole and only successor of the Calione Family.

A desperate slugfest began.

The muddy water pooled at my feet took on a strange color as the fight continued and blood bursting from our wounds mixed into it.

But my body didn't stop.‘Please protect Your child...’‘We ask only for peace and gentleness...’‘Treasure his blood...’Because countless forms of support were pouring in from behind me.

My body felt light.

My mind became clear.

Aura ran wild.

It felt like my blood was boiling.[The Ancient Berserker's Ring reacts to blood.][The ability of the Ancient Berserker's Ring has reached its maximum.][The user's stats increase explosively.]

The Ancient Berserker's Ring, which had remained silently dormant until now, awakened as it drank its master's blood.

Right.

This was why I'd fought him hand-to-hand.

The Ancient Berserker's buff, and my Bloodline Ability that grew stronger the longer the fight continued.

“This next one is going to hurt quite a bit.”

I pulled my fist back like drawing a bowstring and loaded the boiling energy into my right hand.[Bloodline Ability: 「Calione」 dominates 「Midas's Gloves」.]

“You think you'll catch me with an attack like that? It's laughable!”

When he lifted one foot and stomped the ground, the earth shook.

Crack─! Creak─! Craaaack!

As though a pupa were emerging.

He shed his human body and slowly began growing enormous.

His size became several times larger than when I'd first seen him, truly fitting the term Ancient Dragon.

-Óttastu mig! As reward for drawing out my true body, I promise you a fair death, mortals.

And that.

“Right. I was certain you'd return to your true body once you believed victory was assured.”

-What?

“Ascalon!”

Crosses fell around the Ancient Dragon, forming a gigantic cage.

-What is this── So it was you, woman! You were Ascalon's owner!

Only then did he realize the bishop was carrying Ascalon and roar.

-You think this pathetic trick can stop me! ég mun bölva I declare it, your Ascalon cannot kill me!

“You're not going to be killed by that woman.”[Bloodline Ability: 「Calione」 dominates 「Black Mist」.]

“I am.”

At the same time, red mist rose from beneath my feet and began consuming the surroundings, gradually taking control of the area.

Learning the newly changed method of using Black Mist wasn't difficult.

Like an animal with instinct engraved into it, my body moved naturally before I even thought.

I ran as though gliding over the red mist, charging toward the creature trapped between the crosses.

“I can't hold it for long!”

The bishop's desperate voice came from behind.

I didn't tell her to endure any longer.

Because I intended to finish everything with this.

-Useless, mortal!

At my reckless charge, he raised one foreleg and solemnly declared.

-You are the first since George to cause me this much pain! Speak your name! I shall remember it for eternity!

His enormous foreleg came crashing down toward my head.

I blocked it once by striking upward with a knuckle containing all my strength, then leaped toward his heart and spoke.

“No need. You're going to die here today.”

At the same time, I reached my left arm into the Cube and pulled out the trump card I'd carefully saved until now.

A long metal rod slightly longer than a human palm.

Holding the object, whose tip had been sharpened to a point, in my left hand, I looked toward the area around his heart.

A strange section that pointed upward unlike the other scales, which faced downward.

The reverse scale.

I thrust the iron rod I'd prepared for that tiny gap straight into it and spoke to him.

“Rather, I'll remember you, Fafnir.”