Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 186

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 187

# 187

Men Who Cannot Die 1

The mercenaries who attacked the smithy were deserters.

They took drugs to disregard their lives, but it backfired, causing them to go on a rampage.

Their desires had taken over their minds.

The mercenaries, having deserted the battle lines, were unstoppable.

They attacked everyone in sight. They stabbed people with knives for fun, beat them while laughing, kicked children, and grabbed women by the hair to harass them.

There was no reason for tormenting people. They were simply acting as they pleased, following their instincts.

They looted and set fires indiscriminately.

They walked wherever their feet took them.

They felt like kings. No one could stop them. Even the knights, who were usually so fearsome, were too busy taking care of themselves.

It was utter chaos.

The flames rose higher and higher, numbing people’s senses. They couldn’t tell left from right, or up from down.

People trampled and crushed each other as they fled.

The mercenaries reveled in this chaos like fish in water. More than a hundred citizens fell by their hands.

And their steps led them to Vede’s smithy.

“Damn, this place must have the really good weapons that knights use.”

“Hehe… yeah, yeah. Let’s take it all.”

“But aren’t those high-priced items magical artifacts? You need magic to use them. We can’t use them, can we?”

“You idiot. We can sell them if we can’t use them. And even just wearing the armor is good enough.”

“Seriously? Armor?”

“Yeah, look.”

One of the mercenaries pointed to the cheap cloth armor he was wearing. It was a piece of protective gear made by stuffing cotton into cloth.

It was one of the cheapest armors that mercenaries, who were always short on money, could afford.

“If we just wear scale armor or chain mail instead of this, we’ll survive much longer.”

“That’s right. Let’s go, let’s go and sweep everything away!”

The mercenaries rushed into the smithy.

As they had been doing, they killed Freiza’s subordinates without even checking who they were.

It was a bolt from the blue for Freiza’s subordinates.

“What the hell are you crazy bastards? Who are you?”

Freiza drew his sword.

Even after drinking plenty of potions, his broken collarbone hadn’t completely healed. The priest said it was fine, but he continued to feel pain.

That’s why the tempo of drawing his sword was a beat late.

Clang-

Freiza’s sword was deflected. He couldn’t block the sword swung by the mercenary. It was tremendous power. It was strange. The opponent’s strength was abnormally strong.

Freiza had a lot of experience in this field. He didn’t win a game of rock-paper-scissors to run a fighting arena [a metaphor for succeeding through luck rather than skill].

He couldn’t block the sword swung by a mercenary smaller than himself.

“Damn it… his eyes are gone. Did he take drugs or something?”

Dope is a drug that provides insane pleasure and triples stamina and strength. So once you taste it, it’s hard to quit and the aftereffects are considerable.

Once addicted, you spend about a day immersed in the drug, and when the effects wear off, you suffer from a terrible hunger. That hunger does not go away unless you take the drug again.

It is a famous anecdote that a young knight who was addicted to dope for half a year died because his brain melted while trying to quit.

Dope also creates the illusion that you have become very strong.

That’s what the mercenaries were like.

They were using much stronger power than usual. Instead, when the effects of the dope wore off, they would feel the pain of torn muscles.

“Kaka Kakak! Men die!”

A short mercenary jumped up and stabbed his sword.

Freiza, who missed the bear [failed to react in time], was stabbed in the shoulder. He frowned and continued to back away.

“Men should die!”

Other mercenaries joined in.

“Damn it.”

Freiza continued to back away. Finally, his back touched the wall.

Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!

The mercenaries stabbed Freiza’s body indiscriminately.

Freiza couldn’t even scream. He opened his mouth and writhed in pain.

“You crazy bastards! Get out of here!”

Lulu intervened. He unfolded the option ‘Swiftness’ and swung his hammer.

Thwack!

The head of the nearest mercenary shattered. Blood streamed down from the broken back of his head. He raised his hand and stroked the broken back of his head. He smiled faintly.

“Crazy bastard.”

Lulu felt a chill as he watched the mercenary’s smiling face.

“Kahaha, it hurts. You bastard!”

The mercenary swung his sword and rushed at Lulu. Lulu swung his hammer and resisted fiercely.

The hammer and sword sparked in the air.

Other mercenaries joined in. They attacked Lulu from the side.

Stab! Stab!

Lulu, who was unable to wear armor, was attacked as it was. A sword stabbed him in the side and thigh. It was so painful that he gasped.

Lulu staggered and continued to swing his hammer.

“Kuh.”

It’s a desperate situation.

It seemed that this situation was not even in the eyes of the master [Vede, who is in a trance]. All I could hear was the sound of the hammer hitting non-stop.

Clang-

Clang-

Clang-

It was so powerful that the back of my head was hot.

But the burning passion for work is useless. If he falls, his master will also be killed by those crazy people.

“All you male bastards have to die!”

The mercenaries bared their yellow teeth and stabbed their swords at Lulu’s heart.

“Damn it…”

Lulu closed his eyes tightly.

…….

…….

Shouldn’t my heart hurt?

There is no shock.

“Huh.”

At that moment, Lulu felt an enormous wind pressure on his face. It was a wind pressure that he couldn’t even open his eyes.

He trembled all over without realizing it.

It felt as if an unimaginable murderous intent was piercing through his entire body like a harpoon.

Crackling!

At the same time, the sound of something breaking.

“Kuaaaaaak!”

A scream-

Lulu opened his eyes slightly, feeling fear.

As expected…….

As far as Lulu knew, there was only one person who exuded such an overwhelming aura.

Legion is back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The mercenaries, who were out of their minds from drugs, whined like mice in front of a cat. They were hit by the iron sword wielded by the ironclad man who appeared through the wall, and their limbs were torn apart and crushed.

The mercenaries’ broken bodies broke through the smithy wall and bounced out. The remaining wall collapsed.

“Hi, hic. Wh-what? Who are you?”

Legion did not answer.

It is a worthless question uttered by guys who are not worth answering.

He silently swung his iron sword from side to side. The unique skill ‘Instant Kill’ engraved on the iron sword was activated in succession.

The iron sword, with a destructive power of over several tons, mercilessly struck the remaining mercenaries.

The mercenaries were thrown out without even screaming. They fell into a huge fire.

“Aaaah! It’s hot! It’s hot!”

The mercenaries flailed their arms and then became quiet. Their bodies caught fire. Soon the flames soared and burned.

Clang, clang.

Legion entered the smithy.

Except for the inside where Vede was, everything was destroyed. Everyone could clearly see the huge fire filling the cavity.

“Legion…”

Lulu forced a smile.

“Are you okay?”

“So so.”

Legion looked at Vasarabab. Can you help me?

Vasarabab nodded. As much as you want. As he chanted a spell, Freiza and Lulu recovered at the same time. It wasn’t for nothing that he was an 8-circle Archmage [a powerful and high-ranking mage].

A wide-area recovery magic.

It was not simply a recovery magic that stopped the bleeding. It completely restored the broken bones and torn muscles.

Freiza and Lulu were bewildered. He touched the area that had been stabbed by the sword. It didn’t hurt no matter how much he poked it.

“Is this possible?”

The magic was so high level that they had no idea how great it was.

If other wizards had seen it, they would have grabbed Vasarabab’s pants and begged him to teach them just one trick.

“Who are those people?”

Lulu asked.

“Vasarabab and the three guardians of magic.”

“Bayaba and the three guardians of magic?”

“Vasarabab.”

“Yeah, Bayabasebab.”

“Va, Sa, Ra, Bab.”

“The name is very difficult. Vasarabab. Hmm. It’s a name I’ve heard a lot.”

Lulu tilted his head.

“You idiot! I know that too. He’s the great sage Vasarabab of the 8th Circle, one of the elders of the Magic Tower!”

Freiza was shocked.

Vasarabab was a person who had nothing to do with the world he lived in.

The wizards of the Magic Tower.

In some ways, they were even less realistic than royalty. A person you might see once in your life. Come to think of it, I think I heard that a high-ranking official from the Magic Tower was visiting the territory.

I can’t believe that the high-ranking official was the great sage Vasarabab.

“Oh my gosh, then Vasarabab saved me.”

Freiza was moved. He knelt down in front of Vasarabab and kissed his instep.

“Where is Vede?”

Legion asked.

“He’s inside. Not yet… Your weapon hasn’t been made yet.”

“Now is not the time to make that. Everyone will die if we stay here.”

“I know that when I see it.”

Lulu sighed and shook his head.

Wondering what was going on, Legion looked inside the smithy.

“That is….”

Legion had the same thought as Lulu. Vede was in a trance. It was a situation that could not be stopped.

And he was so curious about what kind of staff would be created in that state.

The strongest staff ever?

Is it real?

Legion imagined himself taking off his armor one day, holding a great staff, and scolding the world.

The warhorse is a white horse.

Next to me, a really pretty woman would be looking at me lovingly. Of course, there is not just one woman. There are so many. They all want to be hugged by me at least once… Women who look like Amadeus! They faint when I wink at them once.

I like to die. I like to die [sarcastic expression of extreme satisfaction].

-Even in this situation, you’re having such crazy imaginations. I admire your insensitivity.

What, what? Can you see my imagination now?

-Do you have to see it to know? If it weren’t for the helmet, you would have been stoned [subjected to public disapproval or ridicule]. When you take off your helmet later, please manage your expression.

Damn it, I’m embarrassed.

By the way, can you tell me how long it will take for the fire to reach here?

-Approximately 20 minutes. Expected to be up to 22 minutes. If it goes beyond that, you won’t be able to escape. The same goes for those old men. 8th circle wizard or whatever. You just have to bury your bones here [die in this place].

Can’t I escape by shooting ice magic?

-The problem is the smoke. If you inhale it five times, your lungs will burn.

What about air circulation magic?

-The smoke will circulate from your lungs first.

Is there no way?

-It’s too wide here for that. The heat is rising. When the fire reaches its peak, it will reach thousands of degrees. I guarantee that the fire here will not go out for more than 3 days.

3 days?

-It’s not a heat that humans can withstand.

Even now, I was sweating profusely because it was so hot. The temperature is only about 40 degrees [Celsius, approximately 104 degrees Fahrenheit]. That’s really hard to bear, but it goes up to thousands of degrees?

Still…….

Let’s give him a chance just once.

Legion looked around and said.

“Let’s wait 10 more minutes.”

Lulu looked relieved at Legion’s words. Vasarabab and the three guardians of magic also agreed.

They had a high level of intimacy with Legion.

In particular, Legion, as seen in Vasarabab’s eyes, was not greedy and was a patriot. Such a man is the hidden force that supports the kingdom. So he was planning to pass on the magic book he had researched throughout his life to him.

Once he made up his mind, he looked like a cute grandson to him, like a demon lord spreading murderous intent.

What’s the big deal about waiting 10 minutes for someone like his grandson? He was willing to wait even 20 minutes.

The only person with a dying expression was Freiza.

Even now, he felt like he was being fried on a griddle with his bare body.

But he had no power.

He couldn’t say, ‘It’s okay, let’s just go,’ in front of Don Deckman and 8th circle wizard Vasarabab, even if he died and came back to life.

Oh my, what’s my fate?

It was then.

Kukukukung!

A tremendous force split the entire smithy in half.