All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 216

◈ Chapter 216

108. You’re Not Going to Refuse, Are You? – 2

“That’s right.”

Fahim slowly rose to his feet.

Yongin smiled coldly at him.

“Trash who arbitrarily distort the teachings of God dare to bare their teeth?”

Fahim paid no mind to his accusations.

He simply raised his axe and roared.

“Uwoooooooo!!”

At his roar, the Orcs rose.

Ian smiled at the sight.

He was pleased to see them resisting those who had given them strength and whom they considered messengers of God, so he smiled happily.

‘That’s what I’m saying.’

“Insignificant sacrifices…!!”

“We will not be sacrifices!!”

Fahim roared again.

Hearing this, the Orc Riders also raised their weapons and echoed the roar.

“We will become the masters of the world!”

“Okay, that’s going too far.”

Ian smiled wryly at Fahim’s excited shout.

*Whatever.*

Giving them a path to resist is also a pleasant thing.

Therefore, Ian raised the Dragon Staff.

“You!! Why do you have that!!”

Yongin gnashed his teeth at the sight of the staff Ian held.

Just as Yongin, who seemed ready to snatch it at any moment, spread his wings and tried to fly, light burst from the jewel of the staff.

“Uwooooo!!”

The potential of a monster.

As the evolution for violence and destruction began, Fahim’s body began to grow.

“What, what are you doing?”

Raiza asked Ian in confusion, but he did not answer.

He simply continued to emit light silently.

When the light that had transformed Fahim disappeared,

A faint blue light lingered on the axe he held.

“Aura?!”

A monster with aura.

While the bewildered nomads were in shock, Fahim stared blankly at his axe.

“…What is this power?”

“They say it’s the power of evolution.”

Ian, who had put the staff back in his bag, said nonchalantly, and Fahim looked at Ian.

Ian neatly ignored the respect in his gaze.

Perhaps that was why Fahim looked slightly dejected.

“Damn it…!! How dare you use that staff?!”

Regardless of what they were doing, Yongin, who was clearly furious, roared and raised his hand.

At the same time, the sky darkened.

-Rumble!!

Black storm clouds gathered.

As everyone began to tense up at his immense power that even changed the weather,

Golden lightning began to flash within the dark clouds.

“All of you!! Will burn to death here!!”

-Kwaaaang!!

Yongin, who had flown into the sky, reached out his hand.

With his signal, golden lightning began to strike from the sky.

<7th Circle Magic. Lightning Storm.>

It is a magic that summons storm clouds and strikes lightning around the area.

Yongin, who casually unleashed high-level magic that only a handful of 7th Circle mages could use, revealed his teeth.

“Especially you!! You won’t even become a sacrifice!!”

Enraged, he reached out his hand towards Ian.

The lightning gathered in the storm clouds.

The moment it was about to fall on Ian,

He snorted and raised his hand.

“Huh?!”

Yongin looked up in bewilderment.

The storm clouds were disappearing.

No, they were gathering into one.

Before he could say anything, bewildered by the changing thunderclouds filled with lightning,

Ian lowered his raised hand.

“Thunderclap Spear.”

With the incantation, the black thunderclouds rapidly shrunk.

The moment the sharp tip of the thundercloud, transformed into a black spear, was aimed at Yongin,

-Kwaaaaaang!!

With a sound that shook the sky and trembled the earth, the cloud spear unleashed all the electricity contained within itself onto Yongin.

“Kkeuaaaaaaak!”

Yongin’s body in the sky turned black.

As he fell, Raiza stared at Ian with her mouth wide open.

“What… did you do?”

“Can’t you tell by looking?”

She asked because she didn’t know.

However, perhaps because of Ian’s indifferent reaction, Raiza couldn’t ask further.

“Kkeueue….”

Even though his whole body was burned by electricity, Yongin was still alive.

The burned scales fell off, and new scales appeared.

He was regenerating.

“I, who possess the power of the Thunder Dragon… would be defeated by such electricity….”

Slowly getting up, he opened his mouth.

“Do you think I’d be defeated so easily!!”

Blue electricity gathered in his open mouth.

The electricity was aimed at Fahim and the Orcs who followed him.

As Ian tried to raise his sword, Fahim stopped him.

“Oh, God!”

“I’m not God.”

“Leave this to us!! We will prove here that we are warriors!! Not sacrifices!!”

And he grit his teeth and rushed forward.

-Kwaaaaa!!

Seeing this, Yongin spewed out the electricity he had been holding in his mouth.

Fahim quickly threw his axe towards the electricity, and the moment Yongin’s electricity was sucked into the axe, Fahim raised his hand.

-Woo Woong!!

Aura Blade. [A weapon made of pure energy, requiring mastery to create and control.]

A powerful sword that only those who have reached the Master level can use was manifested.

The moment Goron, who saw it, gritted his teeth, Fahim swung his Aura Blade strongly.

-Slash!!

“Keueok!!”

The scales burned by the Thunderclap Spear had not yet regenerated.

Therefore, Yongin, struck by Fahim’s attack, staggered backward.

“Insignificant sacrifice!!”

“I am not a sacrifice!! I am a warrior!!”

“Ha!!”

Yongin, who had suffered a major wound, swung his claws.

Fahim, who was blocking it with his Aura Blade, rolled on the ground and cut his leg.

“Kuaaaak!! You insignificant bug!!”

The moment Yongin, who had spread his wings, tried to fly into the sky,

Fahim bent his legs and quickly leaped up.

“Kuraaaaa!!”

And a powerful slash.

As Yongin, whose wings had been cut, lost his balance and fell, Fahim raised both hands.

Vast aura soared from his hands.

“Aura Axe……?!”

When one becomes a Master, they create an Aura Blade.

Afterwards, through grueling training, they change that aura to best suit themselves.

To do that as soon as one becomes a Master.

While Goron was surprised, Fahim used the falling force to slash Yongin’s chest.

-Thwack!!

From shoulder to waist.

Yongin, who had suffered a large wound, staggered while spitting blood.

Fahim, who was watching this, grabbed the Aura Axe and quickly turned his body.

-Slash!!

And a strike to the neck.

Fahim, who blew Yongin’s head off in one blow, kicked Yongin’s collapsing body.

“Uwoooooooo!!”

And he roared, raising the Aura Axe.

As the Orcs who saw it responded with roars, Raiza, who was watching, said with a dubious expression.

“Hey, Ian. You’re really happy even though you caught a guy who was quite damaged by your attack.”

As she said, it was true.

That Yongin was heavily injured by the Thunderclap Spear.

No matter how much Ian had evolved him, it would have been impossible for Fahim to beat Yongin in a normal situation.

“But even in that injured state, it was still difficult.”

Ian was pleased.

All he did was lower the hurdle a little.

And Fahim had brilliantly overcome it.

As he watched, Fahim grabbed Yongin’s head.

Bringing the head, distorted with an unbelievable expression, he knelt before Ian.

“Oh, God!! I offer this victory to God!”

As he shouted, all the Orc Riders knelt before Ian.

Ian, looking around at them showing the greatest respect a warrior could offer, said calmly.

“I’m not God.”

However, the Orcs’ worship did not stop.

Since they wouldn’t listen even if he tried to stop them, Ian decided to just ignore it.

“But Ian, what did you do? And who was that guy from before?”

“It’s complicated to explain. To put it simply, that Yongin is a subordinate of Gehern of Greed, one of the Seven Deadly Sins [Biblical figures representing fundamental vices]. ”

And Gehern is trying to unite the Orcs in the Great Plains to lay the foundation for the world’s destruction.

Raiza couldn’t hide her bewilderment at what she heard.

“Is that real?”

“What would I gain from lying?”

“Hmm… I guess. But if that’s true, it’s a big problem.”

The Grimer Orcs no longer follow them.

What about the rest of the Orcs?

In particular, it seems that the Orcs of the Red Fang Tribe have already crossed over [defected to the enemy].

That meant that the Orcs, who held a powerful force in the Southern Great Plains, were servants of the devil.

“So that’s why the Orcs’ attacks have increased recently….”

“That’s right. Anyway, if we don’t solve that, there will be chaos in the South….”

They would absorb the Orcs and monsters in the Great Plains to gather strength and take over the entire South.

And it was clear that they would charge straight up to the Empire.

“I think it’s quite dangerous if they use black magic and take over the entire Great Plains.”

As Raiza said seriously, Fahim and Goron nodded.

The black magic used by the Red Fang Orcs converts the lives of others into magic power.

In other words, the more territory they occupy, the stronger they become.

“Plus, black magic can also create undead.”

As Ian nodded silently, Raiza bit her thumbnail.

“Uncle. It doesn’t seem like we can solve this problem with just us.”

“I think so too… But Fahim caught that Yongin earlier. Shouldn’t we see that as a bit of a relief?”

“Who says there’s only one Yongin?”

“That’s certainly true. Thinking of only one is a bad habit of you humans.”

“Wow. To hear this from an Orc.”

Fahim snorted and enjoyed himself.

Goron, who sighed at him, asked Ian.

“Still, Ian, wouldn’t it work out somehow if you were there?”

“I can’t keep wandering around the Great Plains.”

He could put out the big fire for now.

But how could he find the guys running around here and there in the Great Plains?

He could teleport, so he could move, but he needed to know where they were to go.

As Ian spoke, Goron made a sullen expression.

“Hmm… Should we hold a Great Plains Conference?”

If they held a meeting of the nomads living in the Southern Great Plains and notified the nomads, it might work.

They wander around the Great Plains, so it wouldn’t be difficult to find such traces.

As he muttered, Fahim grabbed his axe.

“Whatever the humans’ meeting is. The important thing is that.”

He pointed to a large wooden fence in the wasteland.

It was a city almost as large as Grimer.

Skeletons and zombified monsters and humans could be seen loitering around the city.

“Should we start with a preemptive strike with a magic spell?”

As Ian spoke, Fahim raised his axe.

In response to his signal, the Orc Riders raised their weapons.

It was to attack immediately if Ian’s magic struck that place.

As they finished preparing for battle,

Kirke, who had finished exploring the Red Orc Tribe’s fortress, said.