Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 588



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Episode 588 Reunion (2)

“The dark moon disappeared?”

You don’t even have to look inside the pit or around to know that the overwhelming force pressing down on your shoulders, along with the unfathomable magical power, has disappeared.

In the midst of the silence surrounding the situation where no one could understand English, Aril ran out first and Hezen hurriedly followed him.

“Lady Robelin!!!!”

The two men jumped into the crater without hesitation, calling out their superior’s name.

The middle-aged wizard who saw him with a gentle impression, Balmorgue───He who was in charge of the Robelin surveillance shook his head and clicked his tongue.

‘Tsk tsk, as expected from an outsider.’

Everything went as planned, so why be sad?

The predator took the bait.

Now the leader of Black Hour will be punished by the Lord of the Tower. This will finally put an end to the long war.

‘It was I, Balmorgue, who contributed to it.’

This is an achievement and a merit.

Walburga was filled with anticipation as he wondered what kind of prize he would receive.

Perhaps we will be given the opportunity to experiment on a complete human being alone.

But… … a voice that should not have been heard vibrated my eardrums.

“Lady Robelin? Are you okay?”

“Look me straight in the eye and tell me. Are you hurt anywhere? Your head? Your legs? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s okay, stop it.”

Hezen and Arril supported Lobelin on both sides as they escaped the pit.

Not only Balmorg, but also the lucky survivors inside the Magic Tower opened their mouths slightly. Their eyes widened.

‘What, why… … are you alive?’

Wouldn’t it be normal for her emotions to go out of control due to the call, for her body and mind to become exhausted, and for the resulting distortion of space to swallow up Dark Moon and tear Lobelin apart without a trace?

what.

Something is wrong.

Things started to take a strange turn.

“Hey, look at this!”

The highest elder of the Helion Tower ran up to Lobelin and thrust his face into hers.

“Just now, just now, what happened? What was that spatial distortion? And where did the dark moon go? So, is it related to the Bohemian Tower Lord?”

He had faced the Dark Moon three times so far, and had only fought it once, excluding today, when he nearly died and was now fearful.

That’s why I couldn’t help but ask about the disappearance of the dark moon.

Robelin answered.

“It’s a trap.”

“pitfall?”

“The Master judged that it would be difficult to subdue Dark Moon in the vast expanse of land. So he decided to set a trap to prevent Dark Moon from escaping or receiving support from other forces.”

“So… … you’re saying that you’re the bait to lure Dark Moon into a trap?”

“You may have heard that during the Black Hour, they are assassinating the Bohemian Tower leaders, including me, and kidnapping their successors.”

There is no one in the Magic City who is unaware of the kidnapping of the Luked Maniacs. Rumors are rife that the Leishen Taillord has already been kidnapped.

First of all, didn’t the Dark Moon herself just mention it?

Now that we’ve caught Robelin, there’s only one disciple left for the Bohemirn Tower.

“Ah, you’re trying to cut off the succession and uproot the Magic Tower. How horrible!”

“It is truly cruel. It must have been the same thought that he had when he killed Diamun Matapju and his first disciple… …!”

The magicians belonging to the traditional Magic Tower trembled at the wickedness of the Black Hour.

‘However… … it is an undeniable fact that Bohemian Tower Master used his disciple as bait in order to punish Dark Moon.’

This is not a problem that can be easily overlooked by saying, “Oh, that’s just how it is.” It is a matter that should be brought up to the Ma-Tap meeting.

‘But even with that much magical aftereffect, Robelin is unscathed. I’m sure I have the means to protect my disciple.’

Considering the sudden situation and other factors, it was difficult to find fault. It was also a debt owed to the Bohemian Tower.

This is a water fight.

The result of the combination of the dark moon and the omnipotent gamble.

The elders and seniors of the Helion Tower and the Ostea Tower decided in their hearts.

This is not something that the outsiders of the Bohemian Tower should be arguing about.

“Anyway, what’s important is the clash between the omnipotent transcendent and the annihilating transcendent… … .”

“It hasn’t been that long since the last dream incident, and now there’s another upheaval in the magic world.”

Unlike the magic battle at the Cliff of Eternity two years ago, one of the two will definitely die. It will most likely be Dark Moon.

The death of the Transcendent One would be a major event not only in the magical world but also worldwide.

“That means the threat of Dark Moon has disappeared from the front lines. However, we don’t know what the Black Hour officers will do, so it would be best to retreat to the rear and spread the word.”

At Medrant’s suggestion, his eyes rolled and he scanned the base.

It was more than half destroyed and completely lost its function as a stronghold, and there were many people with light and serious injuries, from individual magicians to elders.

Thanks to the efforts of the command, there were almost no casualties and there was no need to collect the bodies. After all, not even ashes remained… … .

The high-ranking wizards agreed.

“Well, that certainly seems wise, Lord Ostea Matap.”

“Once you’ve decided on a course of action, each of you take the injured and move. I’ll watch to make sure the black hour doesn’t come. I’m better off moving alone, so please don’t ask for help.”

It means remaining on the front lines.

It was a worthy action by the magician who was famous for his defensive magic.

“Then please do so.”

“Yes, Lord Matap.”

Bohemian Tower, Ostea Tower, and Helion Tower prepared themselves and cast in order towards the back of the front line.

Then, Medrant and Robelin’s eyes met.

‘Your eyes are asking if there’s anything else I can help you with.’

Unfortunately, there is no place for Robelin in the war against the Bohemian Tower.

Her role ends here.

The rest is after the all-out war is over.

‘Yes, by then a large-scale purge will be necessary even in the Bohemian Tower.’

The internal personnel left the base with complex expressions on their faces. Medrant flew up after seeing their backs.

“Okay, then… … .”

The eyes of the Magic Tower Alliance were deceived. There was no reason to remain in the stronghold.

The time has come to fully participate in the battle.

‘Is it the Great Hall where contact was lost, or Sandhir Paen?’

Where is it best to help first?

Medrant, who had made a decision, moved to the location where the space teleportation device was installed.

* * *

Acceleration is added the moment you extend your legs while placing your weight on your front heels.

In the forest where there were many obstacles, I ran over the trees, stepping on leaves, and used the empty meadow as a runway.

As we gradually approached the north, traces of snow began to appear. The moonlight rising in the night sky illuminated the pure white snow.

A peaceful landscape.

It had quite a bit of charm, but Sandhir Payen didn’t even pay attention to it.

I don’t really know that kind of feeling, because there are things that are much more beautiful than that.

Boom───!

Sandhir stamped his front paws hard.

The snow is fluttering fiercely.

The mountain’s vibrations ceased, and he stopped and placed the spear he was holding in one hand on his shoulder.

“My gut told me that with the Bohemian Tower out of order, I might run into the same inspector I encountered in Downt… … It seems like it was half right.”

There were four people blocking Sandir’s path, three and one entity.

Adrian Chanvers.

Osgar Pargan.

In Jurgien.

Melad Tastyen, who breathed his own consciousness into Ark Richie.

“Haha, the author is Jinyeon Sandhir Paen. Even though he is still, I can feel his great spirit.”

“That’s true. But… … To be honest, it’s nothing compared to divinity.”

“Don’t compare me to your lord.”

[Since the divine is outside the norm, it would be better to make an exception.]

Everyone gave their own opinions, but no one looked down on Sandhir.

Adrian took two steps forward, Jurgen took three steps back, Osgar took one step forward, and Melard remained in place.

We moved to find the optimal position based on instinct and experience without any agreement.

“… … Ah, everyone shines. You especially.”

In Sandhir’s eyes, a light that only he could see was reflected.

“What is your name?”

“Adrian Chanvers.”

Adrian revealed his name. It was neither courtesy nor kindness. It was a declaration to the Master’s body that had been transplanted into Sandir.

The disciple has come to pick you up.

“It was like that last time, and it’s like that now. Whenever I look at my left arm, the light gets stronger and it shakes, so it seems like it has a deep connection with the original owner of the body. That’s good. I don’t need any other motivation.”

Whirlwind.

The spear that spun around the finger left an afterimage. Its trajectory passed by two wise men, one of the highest elders, and the warrior’s zenith.

“I, Sandhir Payen.”

Soon, the tip of the spear, filled with a condensed blue energy, aimed at Adrian.

“Let me ask you. Will you challenge me?”

No answer required.

Adrian ran, strengthening his body as much as possible, while the other three opened their magic swords.

Jurgen’s magic grants support to everyone’s abilities, and Melad prepares powerful magic from a mid-range.

Osgar followed closely behind Adrian, concentrating his magic.

The lightsaber and spear clashed, sparks flying. The air was lifted by the sound of a blast.

If you follow with your eyes, you will be punished.

He swung and thrust his sword, relying on his senses. In the midst of the close combat that lasted for dozens of rounds, Osgar swung his staff down.

“A magician wielding a staff and calling himself a melee fighter. A unique but reckless tactic.”

“Most people think so. Until they get hit.”

Osgar swung his staff in a flashy manner while spinning in the air. Extreme movements focused on attack and counterattack.

Thud──Pfft!

Sandir’s spear, which had pushed Adrian away, shot upward. Osgar’s head fell back as it was hit squarely in the jaw.

‘As expected, a wizard has endurance… ‘

The moment he thought that, Osgar created a gravitational field. A condensation of magical power fell on his head while suppressing Sandir.

As I swerved, the ground exploded and caved in.

Enhanced impact.

The more he gets hurt, the stronger and faster Osgar becomes due to the magic of the final battle.

“Haaaaaah!”

Adrian and Osgar relentlessly pursued Sandir from both sides. Soon, both men simultaneously deflected their spears and shouted.

Quadra casting.

New Moon

Zzaeng───!

Sandhir, who was knocked out along with the ground he was standing on, took a falling action. Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared in the sky, blocking out the moonlight.

A giant iceberg that scatters the bitter cold air.

“hmm?”

As I tried to dodge, bracelets made of magical power appeared on my arms and ankles. It was Jurgien’s unique binding magic.

A chunk of ice fell on Sandhir, who temporarily stopped moving.

The ground is frozen.

The plants no longer swayed in the wind. Shadows rippled in the thick chill where even the breath condensed and fell.

“Now that I look at it, they are all world-class players. They are of a higher level than any one-on-one I’ve faced in the past.”

Sandhir grabbed the spear with both hands, pulling it closer to his body.

“So let’s level up quickly.”

A new, blurred model.

Original heat

Sandir, who had risen into the sky in an instant, unleashed countless spear strikes.

* * *

The pressure of the space that had been trying to squeeze my whole body until just now disappeared. The unfamiliar yet familiar scent of nature wafted past my nose.

A bumpy plain.

It’s rocky here and there.

Verden has never been here, but his memory is of having set foot here.

The cliff of eternity.

It was the land where the cliff area was completely destroyed due to the fierce battle between Baloch Besias and Dahit Wesroel.

“The picture is coming together quite well.”

I hear a familiar voice.

I raised my head.

Baloch, holding a huge staff, looked down at Verden.

“We will end our ill-fated relationship by fighting again here where we could not settle the score in the past… …. According to the theory of memory that you advocate, we will be remembered in that way, and your death will also be recorded in that way. It will be a suitable story for the end of a transcendent being.”

Baloch twisted the corner of his mouth.

“That’s just what the world knows. No matter what, your lifeline will be cut off and you will belong to me. So, how do you feel about being brought here against your will?”

The moment we meet, he displays boundless arrogance as if he is certain of victory.

It’s a natural reaction.

The hierarchy is equal, but the battlefield is infinitely advantageous to the Baloch.

Even if you entered on your own, it is obvious that you have fallen into Baloch’s trap. Starting off at a disadvantage is the same.

Nevertheless, Verden willingly went up to the stage that the guy had prepared.

Why?

Because I am confident that I can handle Baloch’s power.

‘… … I wonder.’

When I found out that Dark Moon was already dead and that it was Verden who was disguising himself as her.

I wonder what kind of expression Baloch will make.