Chapter 58

Chapter 58

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‘Uh···.’

Black mage Cromwell who entered the holy land following the Society Head panted rough breath.

Because the Society Head ran like crazy, there was distance with the Society Head.

Cromwell could not turn his gaze to the Society Head.

Because the knight who closed the castle gate was looking down at them—.

The knight said while drawing the sword.

“You are my share.”

Cromwell instinctively realized that the knight was their opponent.

“Attack!”

Cromwell quickly chanted the formula.

“Good!”

The knight laughed heartily and drew the sword.

Aura blazed roughly riding the knight’s sword. That was a form closer to fire than aura.

At that Cromwell gulped dry saliva.

This side was thirty black mages.

No matter how the opponent is a knight, it was clear one could not win.

However, because the appearance of closing the castle gate was too threatening one did not lower guard.

“Ma··· mana is not gathering!”

Several screamed. They were guys who did not receive the choice.

‘Useless guys—.’

Cromwell clicked his tongue softly and spat the formula.

“Blazing Spear!”

A burning spear was shot at the knight. Magics followed like a signal.

In an instant various magics were shot toward the knight. To the extent it looked as if fully covering the knight.

Cromwell suddenly had a question.

If a knight one would have moved before the magic was cast—.

That knight only adjusted the sword and did not move.

Exactly like waiting—.

“Come! Pain that will become my nutrient!”

The knight spat a bizarre sound and held out the sword.

Fire covered on the blazing aura. It was magic. When magic mixed the aura blazed even larger.

To the extent the sword looked like a huge fire.

‘What is that—.’

The knight swung the sword long.

The aura moved leaving the sword exactly like magic.

Exactly like shot—.

‘Flying aura? What is this···.’

He squinted his eyes at the first seen situation.

The aura containing flames long cut the air.

That huge and fierce aura swallowed the pouring magics.

No, tore apart.

The flames that floated to the sky fiercely spread.

At that absurd majesty everyone opened their mouths with a gap—.

The knight approached as the fierce flames split.

“Hahaha! Good!”

The knight running while laughing Cromwell was really afraid.

****

Thump!

Galahad’s heart beat roughly.

No, the pill of pain attached beside the heart vibrated fiercely.

The pill of pain revealed greed fiercer than any time.

To the extent the subject was confused.

‘Tsk—.’

Galahad clicked his tongue and held his spirit.

Thump! Thump!

The pill of pain madly emitted mana.

At the pill of pain that did not become the subject at all Galahad squinted his eyes.

The reason the pill of pain rampaged like that was one.

‘It is an egg.’

Because of the huge egg attached to the end of the staff of the old man who looked like the Society Head.

Actually he did not think the pill of pain was that precious an object.

From the beginning it was an object in Cortn’s hand. If an important object, there was no way it would have been in Cortn’s hand.

‘Is Dawn scattering.’

Since Cortn also received from Dawn, the possibility was large.

Whatever it became—.

‘The reward increased.’

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and examined the old man.

Roots extended from the staff were stuck in the old man’s skinny arm. Those roots undulated like a heartbeat.

It seemed as if drinking the old man’s blood.

The old man continuously flinched his body while looking at Galahad with eyes red like blood.

Exactly like a dog in front of food—.

It seemed desperately restraining the impulse of the egg.

‘A mage being led by a tool.’

Galahad clicked his tongue and opened the water bottle.

The old man exhaled rough breath. For a moment it felt as if a foul smell blew.

“Looks tasty.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

The moment the old man’s eyes slightly furrowed, Galahad flicked his finger.

Something burst in front of the old man. It was an ice awl Galahad scattered.

“Shallow number—.”

“Think of it as a greeting.”

Originally, it was an ice awl that should have stuck in the old man’s body.

Galahad recalled what he just saw. Clearly the old man’s reaction was slow. Yet blocked—.

‘It is not that the old man reacted. Is it the egg?’

The possibility was large. Anyway it seemed the function was more than this side’s egg.

The pill of pain thumped.

Then, red light rose from the old man’s stomach. That form was quite familiar.

It was the magic circle the First Mage left.

More elaborate and that size was larger than those engraved on other guys.

‘That is real. Somehow a bit shabby—.’

Particularly no interest. Because the magic circle Galahad engraved would clearly be more effective.

“Crushing Claw.”

Then, the old man swung the staff.

‘Crushing Claw. Absurd.’

At that stupid choice Galahad squinted his eyes.

The advantage of Crushing Claw was that there was no form.

Yet using Crushing Claw in the Magic Realm full of ash—.

“Stupid.”

Galahad clicked his tongue openly.

As the ash was pushed a form of a huge claw was seen. That claw charged at Galahad.

“Speed also good.”

Galahad flicked his finger.

A thick barrier floated in front.

Thud. The barrier that blocked the claw largely shook and then collapsed in an instant.

‘Hmm—.’

Galahad’s eyes sparkled. Galahad twisted his body to the side. The magic that grazed Galahad fully scratched the floor.

Kigigik—. With a sharp sound a long scar was engraved on the ground.

“Power also good.”

Galahad nodded while eyeing that length.

“Arrogant guy—.”

The old man’s face furrowed. The wrinkles deepened. Those eyes became even redder.

The old man stamped the staff.

Thud. A small shock spread around.

For a moment the ash became denser.

The claw flew again.

‘Put out.’

Whether hearing the iron the pill of pain obediently took out life force. The magic circle engraved on Galahad’s wrist shone brilliantly.

He erected a barrier with compressed mana.

The claw pounded the barrier. The barrier collapsed right away.

Compressed mana quite a bit, yet pushed this easily.

‘This is unexpected.’

The magic that could not be avoided scratched Galahad’s waist. A burning pain was felt.

The old man sniffed exactly like a wolf smelling blood. That appearance was quite not good to look at.

“You, are you laughing, or crying. Because there are many wrinkles it is confusing. Ah, now I know. It was laughing.”

Galahad nodded while recalling what he just saw.

“Many words.”

The old man swung the staff that became almost like a hand.

The formless claw shot again—.

Galahad twisted his hand. The magic circle engraved on the wrist emitted light. The pill of pain spat life force.

Not stopping there he compressed mana a bit more.

This time he flew the same claw not a barrier.

The two claws collided in the air.

Galahad’s claw crumbled.

There was no sound.

The old man’s claw long scratched Galahad’s shoulder.

He furrowed his eyes at the pain felt from the shoulder.

‘Strange.’

What the old man and Galahad prepared was similar.

Engraved the magic circle the First Mage left, and possessed an egg of a high-rank demon race.

Yet this kind of difference—.

‘Better at magic than me? No way.’

Galahad shook his head.

Even if there are many wrinkles on the old man’s face, there was no way he would be more proficient in magic than Galahad.

If so the old man would have been in the upper layer of the Magic Tower Lord or been doing the Magic Tower Lord.

There was no way he would be doing something like the Society Head of the Black Magic Society chased to the North.

The cause was not Galahad.

The remaining variable was one.

‘It was you.’

Galahad muttered while pressing around the heart.

The pill of pain that was continuously going crazy stopped with a tuk—.

Silence was affirmation.

Galahad organized the situation.

‘There are also grades in eggs.’

The egg hanging at the end of the old man’s staff seemed higher than Galahad’s pill of pain.

Since it was what Cortn possessed in a way it was a natural thing.

‘So one had to feed blood.’

Galahad squinted his eyes while putting the water bottle in his mouth.

The old man’s roots were drinking the old man’s blood. Even if a mage the mana contained in that blood could not be larger than the demon race.

Yet the old man’s magic was denser rather than Galahad who consumes the demon race’s blood in real time.

The gap between the two eggs seemed larger than thought.

‘You, were cheap.’

The pill of pain bit the heart softly.

It seemed correct.

Somehow the egg size difference was considerable—.

“Now cannot laugh?”

The old man teased. The old man’s eyes were red exactly like burning in fire. Quite a fierce appearance.

Certainly comparing what each possessed again, Galahad’s situation was not good.

Because the old man had a larger and clearer First Mage magic circle and a better egg than Galahad.

To speak accurately the guy’s output was higher situation.

And that quite—.

In magic output was a quite important element.

Certainly a difficult situation.

However, Galahad liked difficult problems.

Galahad calmly gauged the method.

Already competed magic with the old man four times.

Four times was a sufficient number to estimate for Galahad.

The estimate came out right away.

Because it was work Galahad always did—.

*

The old man squinted his eyes while looking at the guy.

Clearly he would have felt a certain difference, yet the guy rather raised the corners of his mouth.

Exactly as if fun—.

“A guy stupid to the extent of not feeling the difference.”

At the excitement felt through the staff the old man’s spirit shook roughly.

He wanted to tear and eat the guy’s heart right away.

The old man stamped the staff again.

“Crushing Claw—.”

When chanting the formula, a subtle coolness was felt.

Before the old man noticed the formula cut, and the staff moved.

A formless barrier wrapped the old man.

Tok, a small shock came over.

That form was clearly the basic magic mana arrow.

Yet it was not the power of a mana arrow.

The old man squinted his eyes at the shaking barrier.

“I naturally felt the difference. Do you think I am Sir Gilbert?”

The guy made a bizarre sound and flicked his finger.

Coolness was felt again.

Tuk, this time also it was a mana arrow.

The barrier shook a little.

“Yes, your output is higher than mine. I acknowledge.”

The guy made a sound of unknown meaning and flicked his finger again.

The barrier shaking again—.

The guy’s mana arrow was quite threatening, but anyway it could not pierce the barrier.

Yet why laughing?

Tak, the mana arrow pounding again—.

The interval was shorter than before.

Only then the old man felt something strange.

‘Why is the magic this fast?’

Even if a basic magic, mana arrow was also magic.

Formula and formula were essential, yet the guy was continuously flying.

Just with flicking a finger—.

The guy was thinking of continuously shooting mana arrows without giving the old man a gap to use magic.

‘Certainly a guy proficient in mage combat.’

However, this time the case was different.

The barrier was magic the staff wrapped.

Even if the old man did not conscious the barrier existed.

Because of that mana operation was hard, but it was not impossible.

That is this side could use magic in the state of wrapping the barrier.

‘Stupid guy—.’

The old man raised the corners of his mouth and finished the calculation.

‘The guy also has an interval between magic.’

He was thinking of using that interval.

The old man put strength in the eyes and concentrated to the limit.

The moment the mana arrow pounded the barrier—.

“Crushing Claw.”

The old man chanted the formula and struck down the staff.

Crushing Claw was the fastest magic the old man could use.

Then, the guy’s mana arrow pounded the old man. The barrier slightly shook, but the old man’s concentration did not scatter.

“Crushing Claw!”

The claw was shot at the guy.

Because of the barrier the mana that entered the claw was less than before, but the guy was in the situation of just using the mana arrow.

The difference was clear.

‘My victory—.’

The old man was certain of his victory.

Then—.

“Crushing Claw.”

The guy leisurely chanted the formula.

‘Magic speed is certainly a monster.’

The old man admired forgetting even the situation.

However, it was anyway.

The guy was using mana arrows until just now.

Along with that in the earlier collision the difference between the two was clear.

Output this side overwhelmed.

The match was no different from decided.

Then, the guy’s claw and the old man’s claw collided.

The guy’s claw endured more than before and disappeared.

The old man’s claw twisted very minutely.

The claw long scratched right beside the guy.

The guy did not even move an eye.

‘Twisted the direction?’

Even looking at the result it was hard to believe.

The old man’s output was higher than the guy.

Because maintaining the barrier the power would be weaker than before, but the guy also used mana arrows until just now.

It was clear the guy would not have more leeway.

Yet the difference in output decreased—.

It was not impossible.

If concentrating and compressing mana, one could raise the output of magic.

However, for that one needed time to concentrate.

Then, the old man’s barrier shook. At that a subtle sense of incongruity was felt.

The old man realized the identity of the incongruity.

‘The mana arrow did not stop even once.’

Doing even mana compression in between that did not make sense.

‘The guy is also using the egg.’

Like the old man’s egg using the barrier, the guy’s egg was clearly using the mana arrow.

Is that possible—.

A question rose, but if not that it did not make sense.

There was also the possibility of dual formula, but that was a story one could do as a joke.

It was clear using the egg.

‘Anyway—.’

The old man was instinctively feeling that his egg was stronger.

The guy’s mana arrow could not pierce the old man’s barrier.

The guy’s claw was also all twisting the direction.

In the end it was a fight the old man would win.

It was just struggling.

At that the old man clicked his tongue and measured the timing again.

If the mana arrow pounds—.

Then, he suddenly felt something strange.

Clearly by now the mana arrow should pound···.

“Crushing Claw.”

Then, the guy’s formula was heard.

To think the only thing thought of is a first attack—.

The old man clicked his tongue softly and chanted the formula.

Because already prepared state, the formula was fast.

“Crushing Claw—.”

The two claws collided in the center.

Then, the old man realized.

That there was no mana arrow—.

The egg was not an existence one could control.

Like the old man not being able to adjust the mana entering the barrier right away.

Yet stopping the mana arrow—.

‘What······.’

The old man’s left hand rolled on the floor.

Then, eyes met with the guy.

The guy’s eyes were calm.

Exactly like a hunter—.

“If a mage is led by a tool what use.”

The old man’s claw was pushed—.

What that meant was clear.

‘It was dual formula?’

Then, at the pain that rose belatedly the old man screamed softly.

“Come, try again.”

In the guy’s calm voice an excited smile was full.

*

“Is only this all?”

Galahad clicked his tongue while looking down at the old man.

The old man looked up at Galahad while shedding blood tears. The old man’s body trembled with a budul budul.

The already thin body dried even more to the extent of looking like a mummy.

The staff stuck in the floor as if losing momentum. The egg at the end of that staff continuously undulated. It seemed as if drinking the old man’s blood.

Even though sucking his own blood the old man could not let go of the staff.

Because a mage—.

Of course, already caught by the staff one would not be able to let go even if wanting.

“Uuuu······.”

A voice pressed tightly leaked from the old man’s mouth area.

“Can’t you do a bit more?”

At Galahad’s question the old man trembled his body fiercely.

Certainly the egg the old man possessed was superior to Galahad’s egg.

That soon led to output.

In magic output had quite a large weight but—.

“It is not all.”

Galahad squatted in front of the old man.

The old man was an appearance closer to a magic beast than a person.

‘Is it the side effect of the egg.’

Galahad examined the old man interestingly.

The pill of pain jumped fiercely. It urged to take out what is on the staff and eat right away.

‘The lowest-rank egg please be quiet.’

At Galahad’s sharp words the pill of pain vibrated softly. The chest undulated. It seemed the pill of pain turned and sat.

“Speak about Dawn.”

Galahad put his hand on the old man’s head and whispered.

Mental interference was quite an easy matter on the old man who was fully excited.

“Dawn is—.”

The old man’s mouth slowly opened. Fallen teeth mixed in red blood and fell with a thud—.

The old man’s mouth moved on its own. Galahad concentrated on the old man’s words. A moment later the fully dried old man’s head broke.

‘It is a demon race.’

For a Society Head he did not possess much information about Dawn.

That the guy who came out from Dawn was a strong demon race and that he received an egg as a token from the guy and—.

‘That it comes out from Dawn periodically.’

It was the most needed part.

One needed to roll the Black Magic Society.

Of course, originally he was also thinking of turning them into rewarding laborers of the mana stone mine.

If waiting matching the cycle one would be able to catch the guy who came out from Dawn.

Thump!

At the pill of pain beating again Galahad clicked his tongue softly and held the staff.

The staff vibrated roughly. That heartbeat was felt. The guy whispered. That he himself is more excellent—.

The pill of pain urgently revealed its presence. The pill of pain pressed the heart tightly. Exactly like massaging—.

‘Good. Do more.’

The pill of pain pressed tightly hard. At that Galahad laughed softly and held the egg.

“Sorry but, you are too big so.”

Galahad took out a fork and knife from the pocket.