Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 485

Magic is Useless-486

# 486

The Hope of Humanity (1)

Eastern Wall.

Whoosh!

Thousands of fireballs launched by the mages of the Magic Tower rained down upon the heads of the Undead Legion.

So many undead were surging forward that simply firing haphazardly was enough to hit something.

Each time a rain of magic poured down, countless undead were engulfed in flames and collapsed.

Yet, it made no noticeable difference.

The horizon seemed filled to the brim with undead.

“They’re truly relentless.”

Bacon swung his magic sword. Dozens of spider-like undead climbing the wall were engulfed in flames and plummeted. He glanced below the wall.

Ah, it’s truly horrifying.

All sorts of undead were swarming.

The Undead Legion that had appeared near Fort Poman before was child’s play compared to this.

Compared to then, not only was the number of undead greater now, but the quality was also vastly different.

Back then, the undead included a significant number of zombies and ghouls.

Now?

Such low-level undead were nowhere to be found, even if you searched with a fine-tooth comb. Occasionally, one would appear, but you’d almost feel like praying for them.

Because they were devoured by higher-level undead as soon as they appeared.

The wall stood 50 meters tall.

All thanks to Galileo.

That extra-level craftsman, who barely appeared and had no lines, really did a great job.

If it weren’t for the wall he built, the Legion Estate would have already been breached, and the entire territory would be teeming with undead.

So, what’s the lesson here?

Don’t disregard even the most insignificant people.

Thanks to him, over a million people are still alive.

At first, holding back the Undead Legion wasn’t too difficult.

But as time passed, our side was at a disadvantage.

Why?

Because they employed tactics that defied imagination. Or rather, could this even be called tactics?

Their broken corpses piled up beneath the wall.

They kept piling up.

Piling and piling…

Now, they reached a height of 30 meters. For beast-type undead, a height of 20 meters was nothing.

They simply leaped!

And crashed into the inner walls.

These were regular soldiers who had seen it all. They steadily took down the undead climbing over the wall, one by one.

However, their corpses continued to pile up, and the number of undead crossing the wall increased exponentially.

The battle was unfolding in a completely unexpected way.

Originally, the plan was for the mages of the Magic Tower to carpet bomb, and the Orc Legion, with its strong breakthrough power, would crush the center of the enemy.

Then, the regular soldiers would defeat the divided Undead Legion piece by piece.

Any undead that survived and climbed the wall would be hunted by goblins with strong hunter abilities.

See! How perfect was the plan?

But what is this?

What on earth is the author thinking?

Normally, our side should have the advantage. Shouldn’t we be gradually transitioning to an offensive and defeating the Undead Legion by now?

Why do unexpected things keep happening to us!

Could it be…

Bacon shuddered.

Is someone among us going to die? Perhaps they’ll kill off a key character.

And then the Lord will suddenly appear, hugging the dead subordinate and crying.

The Lord will be enraged and wipe out the enemies.

Peace will be restored.

Many people will stand before the graves of their dead comrades, reverently honoring their lives.

No!

We must never let the story unfold according to the author’s intentions!

“Everyone, listen up!”

Bacon shouted to his subordinates, infusing his voice with magic.

“The author is trying to kill off someone among us. So, do your best to survive. Never die!”

At Bacon’s words, they looked at each other. *I’m* not going to die, am I?

“At least a main or supporting character might die. So, the rest of you don’t have to worry.”

Abdul Jabbar was relieved.

Thank goodness. I’m not a main or supporting character. I’m just a supporting character. I won’t die.

“Abdul Jabbar! Focus and fight. The author might write, ‘The regular soldiers suffered a mass death.’ You might be caught in the middle of that. Do you want that?”

Abdul Jabbar shook his head at Bacon’s words.

He didn’t want to end his life so meaninglessly, without even a single line.

Thanks to Bacon’s words-

To avoid disappearing in a single line, the soldiers fought the Undead Legion with their lives on the line.

Nevertheless, there was a limit to their numbers.

The Undead Legion surged in endlessly.

“The southern wall has been breached!”

Lotto shouted. He, too, was desperately unleashing his aura to avoid ending his life in a single line.

“What about the reserve forces?”

“There aren’t any!”

“Are there any units with spare capacity?”

“The situation on the wall being defended by the Orc Legion is somewhat better.”

“Contact Porse. He might be able to temporarily reverse the situation.”

Nodding, Lotto immediately waved a manual communication device at Porse.

In the current chaotic situation, they wouldn’t be able to hear a cell phone ring.

The nobles who had taken refuge in the Legion Estate sometimes put their cell phones on vibrate.

That’s insane.

You shouldn’t be using cell phones in this situation. Manual communication devices were much faster and more effective.

Porse recognized Lotto’s signal.

“Honey!”

Porse called out to Jonas.

“Yes.”

Jonas, who was splitting the heads of undead with his sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered.

“Request for support.”

“Where to?”

“Over there, the southern wall.”

Porse pointed to the wall on the south side. A massive number of undead were surging up like a tidal wave.

The soldiers were desperately holding them back, but it was only a matter of time before they were breached.

But this side was just as strained.

Jonas frowned slightly. Allies and undead were mixed together, so the shamans couldn’t use their spells.

The mages of the Magic Tower were in the same situation. To save them, they had no choice but to directly pull troops and drive out the undead.

“Use that!”

“That?”

“Should I sing a song for you? Iron arms, iron legs, rocket punch! If you value your life, everyone get out of the way!”

“Don’t do it, it’s embarrassing.”

It was the theme song of an animation that was popular before the war broke out.

The director was Geujineseu.

Who’s that?

A film director who made a documentary about Legion’s life.

It was exclusively screened in 60 percent of the movie theaters nationwide.

But the movie was a complete flop.

The total number of viewers was 4,005. Only about 2-3 people entered each movie theater.

The movie became a legendary failure.

At the time, Legion was making a name for himself across the country as a ‘Great Traitor’.

But the movie title was ‘The Great Hero Legion Chronicles’.

Anyone would think it was strange.

The people thought that Legion had used his power to make the movie.

Thanks to that, the antipathy towards Legion reached its peak.

The reason why so many people did not take refuge in the Legion Estate and instead fled to the estate of Marquis Persimmon was because of that.

Of course, I thought Geujineseu had been kicked out of the film industry.

But he was inspired by Porse, whom he had seen briefly, and produced an animation.

That animation was a huge hit.

That’s why those who know, know.

That the rocket punch used in that animation is exactly the same as Porse’s rocket punch.

Porse was embarrassed.

That’s why he doesn’t use the rocket punch unless he really has to.

Because once he uses it, all the kids in the neighborhood gather around.

But now was not the time to worry about that.

Porse stretched out his left arm towards the southern wall. He was thankful that his left arm was the rocket punch.

If his right arm was the rocket punch, it would have been very difficult to take care of business and wipe every morning.

Because the steel fingers were so thick, they would have scratched his anus.

How painful would that be?

“Rocket Punch!”

Porse’s left arm was launched.

Bidet had installed artificial intelligence in his left arm as the war broke out.

If it wasn’t muted, it would keep spouting information.

-5 kilometers to destination. Turn left. Go straight for 500 meters. Speeding zone.

Like that.

It’s really annoying.

-Setting target. Undead level 4 evolved undead 121 units. Eliminate all.

The rocket punch flew at high speed, smashing the hearts and heads of the undead. Thanks to the artificial intelligence, it didn’t touch any allies.

The rocket punch soared into the sky and plunged to the ground.

-Kuaaaaa!

The Predatory Demon Beast and the Soul Harvester emitted a terrifying aura as they watched the rocket punch. Hundreds of tentacles touched the rocket punch.

Clang!

Two blades popped out from the rocket punch’s wrists.

Bang!

The rocket punch, breaking the sound barrier, cut off all the tentacles and pierced the skulls of the Predatory Demon Beast and the Soul Harvester at right angles.

Kwakwakwakwang!

In an instant, 121 undead were shattered.

And-

The rocket punch broke through the wall.

“Huh? Is it an earthquake?”

“T, the wall is shaking.”

“Damn it, Galileo said it would never collapse.”

Of course, it is very strong against external shocks.

Even if I don’t know, it would have the most perfect defense among the walls built in the kingdom, except for Fort Poman.

But Galileo’s wall is weak against internal shocks.

Kwakwang!

Porse’s rocket punch broke through the already shaking wall.

Kukukukukung!

The rocket punch prevented the invasion of the undead, but-

“Aaaah! Jump down!”

“Get out of the way!”

It collapsed the southern wall.

Jonas looked at her husband with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you… a spy?”

Ah, I’m screwed.

This is a disaster.

Porse tore at his hair.

* * *

Bacon had never seen such a sight in his life.

Clearly, Porse is an incredibly strong martial artist.

He also went into the Room of the Desert together. He was a 7-star knight even before he went in there.

That means he was a Sword Master.

I think he would have achieved great things when he came out of the Room of the Desert.

I also became a Grand Master.

Maybe he also became a Grand Master.

Grand Masters are overflowing.

If there are archaeologists or bards who record this century in history books, they might write like this.

-Every dog and cow is called a Sword Master or Grand Master. There are so many scammers that you can’t believe it. 90% are lies. Presumably, only Dreiser has reached Grand Master.

But we are really Grand Masters.

Look!

Annihilating legendary undead that evolved to level 3 in one shot.

But it was too powerful.

That crazy bastard destroyed the wall.

“What am I supposed to do!”

Bacon was also about to go crazy. Soon, a huge number of undead will pour through that collapsed wall.

“Hey, Commander.”

Lotto called Bacon, who was tearing at his hair.

“Hey, hey, Commander. Look over here.”

“Hey! Look over here!”

Lotto grabbed Bacon’s cheek and turned his head. He almost broke his neck. It hurts.

“Why?”

“Look at that.”

Lotto pointed to a spot outside the wall. Numerous undead were gathering all at once.

A force beyond imagination is created. That force was rising higher and higher, as if it would pierce the sky.

“No way…”

The undead evolve to level 2. Judging from the appearance of transforming into hundreds of meters in size, it was like a moving continent seen only in ancient books.

Thousands of skull heads.

Tens of thousands of legs engraved with bones.

The moving continent, evolved to level 2, slowly raised its entire body.

“Unbelievable.”

Bacon swallowed hard. How on earth are we supposed to deal with such a monster?

“I don’t think it’s over yet…”

Lotto’s voice was as small as if he was looking for a mouse hole.

“What do you mean?”

“Those monsters are merging again.”

“Huh?”

It’s true.

That alone is a monster that transcends common sense. But they were merging again and becoming huge.

Kurururung!

Thunder and lightning fell on the head of the moving continent that was gathering.

“Is it the final evolution form of the undead…”

“God-level undead…”

“Ah, shit…”

Curses flowed out of Bacon’s mouth, who rarely cursed in normal times, without him even realizing it.

It seems…

The author is trying to kill me.