Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 164

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 165 (165/502)

# 165

Save Her 1

Dasan, who had been standing in front of Legion, immediately understood what was happening.

He was a father of eight, just over thirty years old. He had done everything to feed his family. Because of this, his awareness was far superior to others.

He quickly went to Legion’s side and whispered.

“They will kneel before Dondekman’s martial prowess.”

“……?”

Legion didn’t answer. *When did I ever show martial prowess?*

Dasan trembled. He figured Legion’s silence meant displeasure.

*As expected, the Butcher of Death.*

*Does he not calm down without seeing blood?*

*This won’t do. If I don’t do something, I’ll die too.*

“May I… say a word to them?”

Dasan barely withstood the murderous aura emanating from Legion’s armor. Just being near him made him feel like he was losing his mind. It was hard to breathe, and he felt nauseous. It was so terrifying that he wanted to run away, 200 gold or not.

Still, the Butcher of Death, Dondekman, hadn’t killed him. He thought it was because he was useful. If he didn’t prove his worth here, he might die *with* 200 gold.

Legion nodded.

*Find out why they are like that.*

Dasan approached Rice and Beef, who were kneeling.

*They used to be so high up that I couldn’t even look at them. Seeing them like this, they’re no different from me.*

*In front of a true powerhouse, everyone is insignificant.*

“Dondekman is very angry,” Dasan said, swallowing hard.

“What? Angry?” Rice asked, surprised, looking up at Dasan. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with Legion. If he saw that bloodlust again, he felt like he would be trapped in a nightmare forever.

“You didn’t think he would accept your surrender with just a word, did you? He has slain a thousand men. He is called a hero or a mass murderer. Kneeling is not enough to appease him.”

“Then what choice do we have?” Rice asked urgently.

Having knelt, they were already intimidated. They had no intention of standing up again and facing Legion. Unless they were all annihilated, he would never draw his sword against Legion.

“You must bring a sacrifice.”

“A sacrifice?”

“Look at the title, Butcher of Death. Blood is an inseparable destiny for him.”

“Then?”

“Who here would be a suitable sacrifice? You are very lucky. If you hadn’t knelt first… you can imagine what would have happened, right?”

The mercenaries of the Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps trembled all over.

As Dasan said, they were able to save their lives because they recognized the Butcher of Death, Dondekman, first.

“Who are you?” Rice asked.

“Just an insignificant nobody. My name isn’t worth mentioning.”

“What is your relationship with Dondekman?”

“I was lucky enough to serve him.”

“Ah, I see.”

Rice accepted that Dasan was the right-hand man of the Butcher of Death, Dondekman.

*The right-hand man of the Butcher of Death, Dondekman…!*

*That man! Serial killer Jack Nicher.*

*He had officially murdered twenty-five people. Yet, he was able to walk around unscathed purely because he was the right-hand man of the Butcher of Death, Dondekman.*

*I’ve heard he’s a very cunning man…*

*As expected, rumors cannot be trusted.*

The Jack Nicher that Rice saw was a very calm and quick-witted person.

“We are in your debt,” Rice said, raising his sword and shouting to the mercenaries. “Let’s go, let’s go show them our skills!”

He and Beef began to run towards the mercenaries of the Michiko London Mercenary Corps, who were looking at them with eyes that seemed to say, ‘What’s wrong with them?’

*Perfect timing.*

*Anyway, shouldn’t we end our long-standing feud with them?*

*We will annihilate the Michiko London Mercenary Corps at this opportunity. And we will engrave our names in the mind of the Butcher of Death, Dondekman.*

“Let’s goooo!”

“Waaaaah!”

“Kill!”

The mercenaries who had gathered to enter the Forest of Death and capture dark elves suddenly started fighting with swords.

Legion, who was watching this situation, couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded.

* * *

“What the, what the hell are these crazy bastards doing?” Abdul Jabbar, the leader of Michiko London, drew his signature weapon, a scimitar. He cut open the belly of a mercenary who was rushing at his neck. The mercenary let out a groan and collapsed to the ground at the same speed he was running. Blood spread widely on the gray training ground floor.

“Hey, you son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing!” Abdul Jabbar pointed his scimitar at Rice, who was mercilessly slaughtering his men.

The Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps and the Michiko London Mercenary Corps were not on good terms.

Strangely, whether it was bad luck or not, they mostly met as enemies in wars.

That’s how mercenaries live.

Today’s enemy could be tomorrow’s ally. They would switch masters as long as someone paid them enough.

Some say that the most untrustworthy people in the world are ‘mercenaries.’

But that’s nonsense.

Their god is ‘money.’

They were just chasing money. Who can say anything to anyone about that? That’s because they don’t properly understand mercenaries.

However, the Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps and the Michiko London Mercenary Corps had too deep of a bad relationship.

At least ten times or more.

The probability of the same mercenary corps meeting as enemies in numerous mercenary corps and numerous battlefields was extremely low. At most, it would be three or four times. The number of times they encountered each other as enemies was too many to be a coincidence.

Let’s just say it’s bad luck-

Thanks to meeting as enemies, they killed each other too much.

Once, the Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps fell into a trap set by the Michiko London Mercenary Corps and almost got annihilated.

Rice barely survived.

Since then, they have become enemies who grind their teeth at the mere mention of each other’s names.

However, even though they were enemies, they were not foolish enough to swing swords in public places. Furthermore, swinging a sword inside the lord’s castle meant plotting treason.

Nevertheless, the reason they fought.

Rice stabbed a mercenary in the stomach and lightly pulled it out. He shook the blood off his sword and smiled at Abdul Jabbar.

“Even the heavens are not heartless. Today, I can finally cut off your head.”

“You crazy bastard. Do you think that’s possible? This is Signal Estate. Lord Signal will surely hold you responsible. Do you think you have any way to survive?”

“Of course.”

“Of course?”

“The one I will serve from now on is someone far greater than Lord Signal.”

Abdul Jabbar frowned.

He had somewhat acknowledged him as a rival… but suddenly, he seemed to have gone crazy. *I can’t understand what he’s saying.*

“You crazy bastard. There are over 600 mercenaries gathered here. I admit that the Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps is quite strong. But can you defeat 450 mercenaries with just your men?”

“Why do I have to defeat them all?”

“You started a fight with all of us!”

“I didn’t start a fight to defeat all of you. It’s to be recognized by him. I will offer some of you as sacrifices and have my existence engraved.”

“What the hell are you talking about!”

“You must have heard of him, right?”

“Of what?”

“About the Butcher of Death, Dondekman.”

“Th, the Butcher of Death, Dondekman?”

“Yes, he is here right now.”

“No, way.”

Rice smirked and looked at Legion.

Abdul Jabbar followed his gaze. At the end of his gaze was a giant man wearing armor. Next to him was a dirty-bearded man rubbing his palms together.

“Where is Dondekman?”

“You ignorant bastard. Can’t you see? The Butcher of Death, Dondekman, and the serial killer Jack Nicher.”

Abdul Jabbar squinted and looked, but he couldn’t see Dondekman and Jack Nicher. He had met Dondekman and Jack Nicher only once.

*But the man wearing armor over there is definitely not him. I can swear to it.*

“You’re being deceived! Those guys are scammers!”

“Nonsense!”

It was then.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The mercenaries who were rushing at Legion with tremendous impact sounds…

Were flying dozens of meters and crashing into the castle walls.

The scene was so absurd that the swords of the mercenaries who were fighting stopped for a moment.

* * *

-What the hell is going on?

Mark seemed to be just as confused. The mercenaries suddenly started fighting with swords.

*They kneel, they cry, and then they pick up swords and fight with other gangs.*

*If I had a subordinate, I would grab them and ask. What’s wrong with these guys?*

-Thanks to this, the Mizset rescue operation seems to have become easier.

Legion nodded.

What worried him was when those many mercenaries turned into enemies. At that time, a massacre would be unavoidable. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that point.

But what do you know.

The mercenaries were fighting each other and making a mess.

It seemed like a good idea to infiltrate the castle at this opportunity.

-Hurry up.

Okay. Let’s go.

Clang, clang.

Legion moved towards the castle.

Slowly.

He was doing his best, but his movements were too slow. The surroundings were flying by quickly, but he seemed to be moving in slow motion, cut off.

-Can’t you move faster?

Damn it, it’s so hard. My muscles feel like they’re tearing. Can’t you use some weight reduction magic?

-You have a weak will.

You bad son of a bitch.

Legion ran with all his might.

Clang, clang.

Still, it was slower than the speed at which ordinary people walk. Watching him made you want to yawn without realizing it.

“Kill that bastard! He’s wearing armor that’s worth a lot!”

Three mercenaries found Legion.

Legion’s armor automatically emits a tremendous murderous aura.

However, in the current state of chaos, the murderous aura seemed to be desensitized.

Without fear, the mercenaries raised their swords and struck down at Legion.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

It was strong armor made of heavy steel. It couldn’t be easily cut without using magic.

The slowed-down Legion had to take the attacks that the mercenaries were wielding.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“This bastard is so slow. I knew big guys weren’t scary. Look at how he’s swinging. Even a fly wouldn’t get hit by that sword.”

“His defense is too strong. I can’t break through!”

“Does anyone have a hammer? Someone with a hammer, come here! If the sword doesn’t work, let’s break it!”

The mercenaries seemed to think Legion was easy to deal with.

They fearlessly came right up to Legion’s face and swung their swords wildly.

Even so, Legion couldn’t easily catch them.

*I desperately want to take off my helmet and give those bastards an Iron Head [headbutt] to the forehead.*

*Or ‘Thunderbolt!’*

Thunderbolt was forcibly sealed. There was no choice. I used it once and almost died from electrocution. This damn armor absorbs electricity very well.

Before leaving the dark elf village, Ssenkka said.

“Don’t go outside when it’s thundering. This armor acts as a lightning rod.”

Really! I can only curse.

Thanks to this, Legion couldn’t even use his only active skill.

“Ugh! Annoying!” Legion’s furious voice burst out from deep inside his stomach. At the same time, he swung the iron sword that Bide had modified.

In an instant, an amazing thing happened.

Kuuuuuuuuung!

The three mercenaries who were hit by the face of the iron sword flew almost a hundred meters and crashed into the castle.

It was a shocking scene.

Everyone in the training ground stopped their swords at Legion’s strike.