Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 482

Magic is Learned for Nothing – 483

# 483

The Final Battle Begins! 2

Weeeeeeeeng!

A drone shaped like a dragonfly.

It was Bidet’s ambitious creation.

The drone was not just a magical tool for scouting the enemy lines.

Its uses were endless. In movies, drones are used for almost all long-distance shots.

Of course, the drones they use and the military drones produced in the Legion territory have qualitatively different capabilities.

It’s the same now.

The drones, carrying enough magic bullets to devastate a 2-kilometer radius, flew over the heads of the approaching undead army.

The exclusive servants watching the situation on CCTV screens all screamed.

“Oh my God! This isn’t just swarming. I’d believe it if you told me the entire kingdom’s population had become undead.”

Piranha tore at his hair. He remembered when he had left the desert room and gone home for a short break. His sons had come out in droves and clung to his arms and legs.

“Dad! You’re one of the strongest warriors in the kingdom, right?”

“Of course.”

“Show us your super power.”

“Like this?”

Piranha had broken through 6-star level in an instant and reached 7-star level. Not only that, but after suffering like a dog, he finally found relief. He had reached the 7-star master level.

Even he hadn’t imagined he would reach that level.

Just a few years ago, there were only a handful of 7-star warriors in the kingdom.

That’s why they were called the kingdom’s Seven Great Warriors.

But now?

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry is a Sword Master.

Sword Masters seemed more common than dog poop on the street.

It would be more accurate to say the kingdom’s 108 Sword Masters and a few Grand Masters.

Anyway, Piranha showed off a special move he hadn’t been able to show before, right in front of his children.

“Aura Flower Display!”

Sorry for making it sound so difficult. I just wanted to show off a little because my wife was glancing over. It’s just fireworks.

The aura fired from Piranha’s sword stretched out towards the dark sky and then exploded beautifully with a ‘펑펑!’. The surrounding villagers were mesmerized by the fireworks Piranha had created.

People were trembling with extreme fear.

All sorts of rumors swept through the territory.

The rumor that the kingdom’s capital, Poman, had been seized by the enemies and they had taken refuge in the duchy was accepted as fact.

In that situation, the wonderful fireworks Piranha put on helped people find some peace of mind, even if only for a moment.

“Wow! Our dad is the best! Yo, yo, yo!”

“Dad, roast us! Roast us! You’re so cool!”

“Why are you talking like that?”

Piranha asked, bewildered.

“It’s because they applied for ‘Give Me the Money 7’ these days.”

His wife answered instead.

Piranha couldn’t understand his wife’s words. Give Me the Money Seven? Is it a new type of criminal organization?

“It’s a competition to pick rappers. If you win first place, they give you 3,000 gold. You also get a chance to become a professional rapper. The prizes are pretty generous up to 10th place.”

“So, the name of the competition is ‘Give Me the Money’?”

“Yes.”

This is why fathers grow distant from their children. He didn’t even know his children were participating in such a competition.

I should apply for a long vacation when this is over.

In fact, the territory has pretty good welfare. Civil servants like him could apply for up to three months of childcare leave.

Why? Don’t you believe I’m a civil servant?

Look. I’m an exclusive servant.

You’re saying I’m not a civil servant because I’m an exclusive servant?

I am.

Shall I tell you something even more amazing?

Bacon, who became a Grand Master, is a local government employee, grade 3. What kind of position is grade 3? He’s the head of an organization. That’s right. He’s the head of the exclusive servants.

That’s why…….

We can never quit being civil servants.

We have to keep working at this job until we die, until we get our pension.

Even if we want to sign a contract with another noble who pays more…….

We signed a 20-year contract with the master from the beginning.

There’s no way out.

I don’t know about the future, but in this era, if you sign a contract for 20 years or 100 years, you have to keep it.

“Honey, I’ll apply for a long vacation if we get through this safely.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, is there anywhere you want to go?”

“Siem? Las Vegas?”

“Yeah, let’s go anywhere you want.”

Piranha grinned. Siem and Las Vegas were also in the midst of war preparations. They had also bought a large amount of weapons from the duchy.

Legion had told Friza, the mayor of Siem, to take refuge here for the time being, but he refused.

“Where am I going, abandoning my citizens? I’ll die here.”

Ah, wonderful!

Wonderful, but something’s a little strange.

When I think about it carefully…….

Shibal…… [Korean slang, similar to ‘damn’].

But Siem and Las Vegas are further east.

In other words! You have to pass Marquis Persimmon and Legion’s duchy to get to Siem and Las Vegas.

Depending on how you hear it, those bastards seemed incredibly sly.

Piranha, who had been thinking about this and that for a while, realized that this war would not be easy.

The number of undead on the screen was endless. What was even more frightening was that there were hardly any lower-level undead like zombies or ghouls. Those kinds of undead were immediately eaten or absorbed by higher-level undead.

The ones shuffling around were at least Durahan-level [headless knights] or Dark Knights that couldn’t be destroyed without aura.

“Terrible.”

Bacon and Porse, who were watching the screen, frowned.

50,000 allied troops.

They were knights and warriors who could at least use Mana Blade. They had scraped together all the knights from the nobles who had fled. Those who could hold a sword but couldn’t use magic were all sent to the rear.

They wouldn’t be of any help anyway.

If they were infected with the undead virus, they could attack their own allies.

Of the 50,000, less than 10,000 could use aura.

Of those, maybe 1,000 could fight the undead who had undergone a second evolution.

Most of the top-tier warriors belonged to Legion’s duchy.

On the other hand, the number of enemies was over hundreds of thousands.

A large number of evolved undead who could crush those who used aura like ants were also being spotted.

To be honest…….

There’s no answer.

“You bastards, are you all frozen?”

Bacon shouted, looking at his subordinates. Even the exclusive servants, who had all become Sword Masters, looked like they wanted to piss their pants. The other subordinates were even worse.

“Hey, look at Lord Porse’s orc legion. How high-spirited they are. Don’t be scared. And we’re not fighting until we all die.”

“Then what are we doing?”

Jo Nane asked.

“Our goal is to hold out until Lord Drazzer, Lich Mamon, and Red Dragon Precia arrive.”

“Can those people drive them out?”

“You guys don’t know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Lord Drazzer was a Grand Master even before he entered the Desert Room.”

“I’ve heard that.”

“No, you don’t know. They say he reached a level above Grand Master.”

“Eh, is there such a level?”

“I overheard it when we were drinking last time.”

It wasn’t just overhearing. That bastard, he was showing off like crazy. I had to listen to him brag all night until dawn before I could get away. Something about super magic. Something about super Grand Master. The bullshit about how if I flicked my booger, your heart would rupture and you’d die was really the best part of his drunken ramblings.

I was going crazy with annoyance.

Still, I respect him as a martial artist.

“That level above. Super Grand Master.”

“Heh, it’s such an absurd level that it doesn’t even feel real.”

“Right? I feel the same way. What’s amazing is that Lord Lich Mamon is at a similar level.”

“Lord Mamon is a black magician.”

“Yeah, what level is similar to Grand Master?”

“9th Circle?”

“Bingo. Then what’s beyond that?”

“Is there even a 10th Circle?”

The exclusive servants asked back.

Almost everyone knows that the end of magic is the 9th Circle. But that’s wrong. Ancient-level dragons had mastered magic up to the 10th Circle.

“There is. They’re called Archmages.”

“Arch Lizard?”

“Archmage?”

“No. Archmage.”

“Ah, it’s so confusing.”

“Yeah, I’m confused too. Mamon’s level is there.”

“10th Circle?”

“That’s right. Those two have re-entered the Time Room.”

“Won’t they come out as something other than human?”

“They very well could. Maybe they’ll even transcend the limits of life…….”

“Hermaphrodites?”

“Hermaphrodites?”

Bacon looked at the exclusive servants with a dumbfounded expression.

“I think they could……, they’re already beyond human.”

Bacon imagined Drazzer’s body splitting in half and creating another Drazzer. Ah, that’s so terrible. Please, I hope they don’t come out as hermaphrodites.

“Enough with the chatter. We just have to hold out until they come out of the Desert Room. And we still have the ultimate weapon left.”

“Who?”

“The Master.”

“Ah, the Master.”

It was then that the exclusive servants remembered Legion.

Everyone who knows, knows.

That the true powerhouse hiding in the territory is Duke Legion.

Even so, why don’t they have faith?

Whenever all the territory residents imagine fighting the enemies, they can’t picture Duke Legion.

They think of Sepia first, and then Drazzer or Lich Mamon.

I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s because they’ve never seen him fight enemies in front of them.

“Alright, alright, let’s get started anyway. Drones! Do your best! Drop as many magic bullets as you can!”

Bacon ordered the soldiers operating the drones.

The drones dropped a considerable amount of magic bullets from the sky.

“If we dropped magic bullets from the battleships, we could wipe them all out.”

Lotto said.

“There must be a reason.”

Swaeeeeeeek!

The dropped magic bullets exploded in various places. In an instant, hundreds of undead were shattered and scattered. A considerable number of undead were completely melted by the ultra-high heat.

“Yes!”

The knights clenched their fists and let out a shallow cheer.

But their cheers didn’t last long.

“What’s that?”

Something huge popped out from among the undead. They clumped together and grew bigger. The smallest one was at least 30 meters long. The largest one seemed to be over 100 meters.

The creatures flapped their wings and flew towards the drones all at once.

“Fly Wyrm! Shibal [Korean slang, similar to ‘damn’]. Even those things!”

Porse’s complexion worsened.

“What are those?”

“Undead that fly through the sky at ultra-high speed.”

“Just monsters that fly in the sky?”

“No, they scatter thousands, tens of thousands of spores of death with each flap of their wings. You know that the land they pass through all dies, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what the Fly Wyrms did. The optimal land for the undead to live in. Land that sucks up all life force. No human can last even a week in the land of death.”

“We’re screwed.”

“Yeah, we have to drop those things first. Otherwise, the duchy’s land will start to necrose immediately.”

“What about the battleships?”

“Look at their numbers.”

Bacon frowned slightly. The number of Fly Wyrms was increasing. At first, there were only a few hundred, but now it far exceeds 1,000.

It’s still growing.

If this goes on, it seemed like it would swell to tens of thousands by tomorrow morning.

We have the reliable Wyvern Squad and aircraft carriers and battleships.

But it seemed difficult to send them out in the face of such overwhelming numbers.

Because a tragedy of total annihilation would be waiting if we took even one wrong step.

“Uh, uh, uh?”

“Why?”

“The Fly Wyrms are attacking the drones. Number 1 crashed! Number 5 crashed! We can’t do anything. Evading.”

“Those are super expensive. Save even a few of them.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. There are too many Fly Wyrms. We’re surrounded.”

“At least self-destruct!”

“I’m……, I’m sorry. They all crashed.”

The soldiers who were controlling the drones hung their heads.

Bacon raised his head and looked at the sunset sky.

The sunset is beautiful, but…….

Thousands of Fly Wyrms that looked like birds were now close enough to be seen.

It seemed like…….

They wanted to settle things before tonight was over.

“Everyone! Prepare for battle.”

“Prepare for battle!”

“Shibal [Korean slang, similar to ‘damn’], let’s do it.”

Bacon clenched his teeth.