Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 226

Black Dragon Legend 3

The battle on the battlefield ceased. All eyes turned to a single point: Legion.

He was facing the Dark Slime that no one else could withstand.

The vampires readily entertained the idea of ‘extinction.’ The war with humans was a secondary concern.

Survival was the priority.

The lycanthropes felt the same.

They had intended to wipe out the vampires this time around…

But now was not the time to fight the vampires.

Reluctantly,

they had to join forces, or this place would become their grave.

They ceased their infighting and confronted the Dark Slime together. However, that was all they could do; they couldn’t stop it.

The corpses of their comrades continued to pile up.

It was a monster they simply couldn’t handle.

Their last hope was Allkill. The human with pigtails fighting alongside Allkill was also incredibly strong. But even they were no match for the Dark Slime.

Then, the armored man appeared.

His presence made the tentacle monsters tremble. He crushed the tentacles as if they were cockroaches.

The tentacle monsters, once so terrifying, gradually retreated. For the first time since the battle began, they had the upper hand.

“He’s a hero!”

Someone shouted, brandishing a sword.

“Yes! He is the hero!”

“Follow him! Follow him!”

“If we follow him, we will have victory!”

Someone began to sing a folk war song. Everyone joined in, singing in unison.

They genuinely cheered for Legion and began to advance.

* * *

Within the consciousness consumed by the Black Dragon’s blood, Wednesday saw Legion.

Strictly speaking, his combat power wasn’t that high.

However, the blood couldn’t withstand the energy emanating from him.

The Black Dragon’s power was afraid of him.

Why?

Wednesday couldn’t understand the reason.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him now! It’s not over yet! Burn everything!

No matter how much Wednesday screamed, the tentacles couldn’t easily attack. And even when they did, they were easily cut off by his attacks.

Thump, thump.

Her heart raced as he approached.

Yes.

He was similar to that person.

Archbishop Pest.

It was a very similar feeling to when she had an audience with him. Perhaps that was why Wednesday was gradually losing her will to fight.

She was so close-

She could have seen the end of her revenge-

She wanted to end everything and go to where her husband and children lived.

Kuaaaa! I can’t go like this. It’s not over yet!

Wednesday squeezed out her strength and attacked Legion.

Legion effortlessly deflected the tentacle attacks. He casually blocked the tentacle attacks and approached the Dark Slime’s main body.

“Give me back my skin!”

Legion tore through the Dark Slime’s powerful defense with a single touch.

Unbeknownst to them, this was originally the same power.

Moreover, Legion’s power was a higher level than the Dark Slime’s. The Dark Slime’s power unknowingly submitted to Legion’s.

Thump, thump.

The Black Dragon’s heart became a part of Legion’s heart. With every beat, the Dark Slime pulsed in rhythm.

A message appeared in Legion’s retina.

-That dude is Black Dragon blood. The Black Dragon’s heart needs blood to use its power. Absorb it.

If I absorb it? What’s the benefit?

-You’ve already become a Dark Lord anyway. But you haven’t used the Dark Lord’s authority yet. Absorbing the Black Dragon’s blood will strengthen the power of your authority.

Okay, I get it… so what’s the penalty?

-You wanna know?

I want to know.

-Really?

Really.

-Your skin will get darker. 99 percent sure. Actually, from an anthropological point of view, it’s hardly a penalty. Skin color… not that important. It’s kinda dusky now. If you absorb that power, it’ll be completely black. Congrats!

No way.

-Huh?

I’m not absorbing it.

-This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Absorb it now!

If you want to, you do it. Am I crazy? Turn black except for my teeth?!

-It’s a chance to become a perfect Dark Lord. Do it now.

No thanks. If it’s so good, Mark, you do it. Just give me back my skin color. I’ll be happy as a baron in the territory.

I’ll just sell mithril [a valuable metal] and live comfortably. I’m begging you on my knees. Please change me back to my original skin color. Dark Lord? Take it. I’ll be a baron. I have no ambition.

-Seems impossible. That dude wants you.

Huh! What are you talking about?

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the Dark Slime crawling towards him.

It felt like a new bride.

Legion clutched his head in despair.

The Dark Slime, which had been running away, began to envelop Legion. The slime’s viscous substance seeped into the gaps in his armor. It began to be absorbed into Legion’s pores.

“Aaaaaah! No! Please don’t come!”

Legion’s magic power increased even more than before, and terrifying power spread in all directions.

Legion desperately resisted.

At this rate, he would really become a pitch-black Dark Lord. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to take off his armor even after completing the plastic surgery magic.

How awful.

The plastic surgery he had wanted so badly was complete. He hadn’t been able to wash for six months. His sense of smell was still numb. But he was enduring it.

Six months!

He could endure anything if he thought about ‘Exploding handsomeness.’ The fact that his magic power doubled while using ‘Exploding handsomeness’ was secondary.

Becoming handsome was the ultimate goal.

He wanted to be popular.

He wanted to hold a girl’s hand and kiss her.

He wanted to do the pounding in the mill [a euphemism for sexual intercourse].

So!

He sincerely wanted it.

I don’t want to get any stronger.

I just need to be strong enough to make a living. Why are you doing this to me?

But the Black Dragon’s blood was being absorbed into his pores against his will.

That’s when it happened.

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

A part of the Dark Slime fell off Legion’s body.

The Dark Slime wobbled and stared blankly at what had struck it.

A being emitting a power almost identical to Legion’s appeared.

A portal opened in the air.

A very handsome man with black hair walked out of the portal, hands behind his back, walking on air. Four black warriors and five black mages closely followed him.

As soon as he appeared, the vampires and lycanthropes fell silent.

His overwhelming sense of intimidation suppressed the chaotic castle.

The first to recognize him was Legion. How could he not? He was the one who had kidnapped Mizsette.

The Archbishop of the Stone Head Church had revealed himself.

The second person to recognize him was Dreizger. His eyes widened. His whole body trembled slightly without him realizing it. Fear, which he had never felt towards anyone before, appeared in his eyes.

“Grand… Senior Brother?”

The Archbishop of the Stone Head Church was Dreizger’s senior brother.

The Archbishop recognized Dreizger. His gaze was fixed on Dreizger for a moment.

“It’s been a while, Disciple.”

“…Are you alive?”

“I don’t understand what you mean. Did you think I was dead? You should know better than anyone that such a thing wouldn’t happen.”

“Ah, I wished you were dead. I wished you were caught by a hell beast and torn limb from limb.”

“Even a hell beast couldn’t do anything to me.”

“Yes, they couldn’t. But I can.”

Dreizger’s attack power exploded. More magic power than when he attacked the Dark Slime was gathered.

“Weep! Fangs of the Overlord!”

‘Madness’ aura arose on Dreizger’s axe. The madness emitted a dark red light and spread out for dozens of meters. He quickly closed the distance with the Archbishop.

“Insolent…”

The Archbishop’s escort warriors blocked his path.

The Archbishop raised his hand to stop them.

“No need to interfere. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my disciple. Or is it a toy? Seeing you after so long makes me want to break you again. Break every joint. Put you back in place. We used to play those games a lot. Didn’t we? Dreizger!”

“Die, you devilish bastard!”

Dreizger’s powerful strike fell like a guillotine.

But the Archbishop easily blocked it with his palm. There was only a thud, and no shockwave was created.

“One of the secret techniques passed down by our master. Block attacks with the right hand, and counterattack with the left. If you redirect the shockwave to the left arm, the power doubles. Like this.”

The Archbishop placed his left palm on Dreizger’s stomach. It wasn’t a particularly fast attack.

It was so natural that it seemed like it was always meant to be that way.

In that instant!

Boom boom boom boom!

The shockwave passed through Dreizger’s stomach. Dreizger, who had received a severe shock, flew dozens of meters and fell onto the snowy ground.

“Have you ever seen such a son of a bitch!”

Allkill was furious.

Perhaps it was because they had risked their lives fighting the same enemy for a while. He felt a sense of camaraderie with Dreizger.

He activated the ‘Wolf’ aura-

And was completely blocked by the five black mages and four black warriors. His whole body was bound by magic, and he was being slashed by the black warriors.

“Kuaaaa! You bastards!”

He wasn’t the strongest of his race for nothing. Allkill endured the attacks of the nine and even launched an attack. His berserker mode forced the nine escort warriors to retreat hastily.

The Archbishop broke through the gap and jumped in. His fist struck Allkill.

Bang!

With the sound, Allkill’s stomach was pierced. The hole in his stomach from the Archbishop’s fist was small, but there was a hole the size of a face behind his back.

“Keuheok.”

Allkill knelt down and buried his face in the snow, with an expression of disbelief.

It was an unbelievable sight.

The strongest of the race had fallen so easily. The vampires and lycanthropes were watching the scene in a daze. Their expressions clearly showed that they couldn’t believe it because the scene was so unrealistic.

The Archbishop looked at the trembling Dark Slime.

It was over 100 meters tall, and it was emitting an incredibly intense aura that he had never imagined before, but now it was just like a frightened giant puppy.

It couldn’t use any strength in front of the Archbishop.

The Archbishop touched the Dark Slime’s soft outer wall.

Then-

Swoooooosh!

The Dark Slime’s body rapidly shrank.

The Archbishop’s complexion improved greatly. His magic power increased exponentially.

It was an unimaginable strength.

“Heuaaaap!”

In that instant, Legion’s iron sword flew through the air and aimed for the Archbishop’s wrist. The momentum was so strong that the Archbishop had no choice but to stop absorbing and remove his arm.

The Archbishop looked at Legion.

His eyes were very cold. So cold that they resembled ice itself.

Whatever.

Legion also looked at the Archbishop.

“Hey… your skin color… is the same? How do you do that?”

Legion asked.

-Hey, you damn master. Is this the time to ask that?

Shut up! It’s as important as my life to me.