Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 326

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 326

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius 326

No Respite (1)

One-on-one duels at least offered some hope.

Mass battles offered no chance at all.

“A horde of insects and riders who do not fear death.”

Versus.

“A disorganized rabble of allied races who flee without looking back.”

Ah, this won’t do.

No matter how favorable the conditions, the former is overwhelmingly advantageous.

The mindset of not fearing death, the superiority of power, and the morale are all qualitatively too different.

‘Do I have to solve everything myself?’

Thud!

I pondered as I watched a soldier get his heart pierced.

As long as I was still gathering information about this world, there was no need to sacrifice myself to save them.

I had no obligation to do so.

I could just put all the materials I was reading into the space within my ring and flee.

There was no reason to fight so hard, but upon careful consideration, something felt off.

‘If this organization is so easily defeated, shouldn’t they have been annihilated long ago, let alone survive for over 10 years?’

Not that I particularly wanted them to be annihilated.

The question was how a group so easily overrun by a mere 100,000 spirits in white armor and a single White Knight had managed to survive until now.

There were a total of four knights.

Assuming that one knight commanded 100,000 troops each, as in this invasion.

‘The enemy numbers about 400,000.’

And that’s just the number of riders.

I still remember.

The monsters trying to hunt elves under the command of the high-ranking knight in red armor. Adding the monsters that help the knights and the insects controlled by the White Knight.

It could easily reach a million.

It couldn’t be less than that, and it couldn’t be overwhelmingly more.

The enemy’s personnel was exactly the right number: 1 million.

‘It’s strange, indeed. Even with simple calculations, their invasion is only about 10% of their total force. Yet, they are being so miserably defeated in a siege where they should have an overwhelming advantage?’

In such cases.

There’s usually an ulterior motive 100% of the time.

‘Is there a traitor within?’

Hmm, is that too simplistic of a guess?

It would be difficult for a single traitor to bring down an entire alliance, as large as it is.

A person can die from a small cancer cell.

But it takes a very long time for that cancer cell to eat away at the body.

If there was a traitor in the alliance that caused this mess, it would require a large-scale betrayal by someone in a very important position.

‘Whatever the case, I can’t just run away.’

I can’t escape from this group until I know exactly what story is intertwined with the alliance.

And understand the approximate level of the riders.

‘I should at least kill 20,000 of them before leaving.’

The remaining 70,000.

They can fend for themselves.

I’ll kill 20,000 for them and hold the strongest White Knight at bay; if they can’t manage with that, then whether there’s an ulterior motive or not, annihilation is the right answer.

What’s the point of war with troops that can’t even handle that much?

If that’s their level, they might as well die cleanly.

—If you say that to their faces, they might attack you instead of the riders, you know?

‘I’m being serious.’

Forcibly prolonging a life.

Isn’t even worth calling life, and I’ve had quite a few experiences where I thought death would be better.

Well, that’s not important right now.

First, let’s figure out how to kill 20,000 people in one fell swoop.

‘Massacring them with magic is out of the question.’

The epitome of large-scale massacre magic.

Fire and lightning attribute magic.

Both are powerful and have a wide range, making them perfect for use on the battlefield, but the problem is that those riders used to be spirits.

Their unique elemental resistance from their spirit days.

No one can guarantee how much meaningful damage fire and lightning can inflict on the riders after penetrating that resistance.

‘Besides, they don’t suffer from diseases.’

If magic doesn’t work on the opponent, usually.

As a last resort, spreading disease is a good method.

Sick soldiers are weakened and easy to kill.’

It’s an unethical but often used tactic in war.

But disease doesn’t work on those guys either.

Riders are originally creatures of pure element and mana.

They don’t have physical bodies but belong to the supernatural, so it’s impossible for them to get sick.

Even now that they have fallen into riders, that characteristic remains.

‘They don’t feel pain, and they can’t be hurt.’

I found out while fighting the high-ranking knight in red armor before.

Riders are not living beings with bodies.

The inside of the armor is an empty shell.

Since they were spirits, they don’t have flesh and nerves, so it’s impossible for them to feel pain.

Moreover, since they don’t have bodies, they don’t bleed.

The only way to kill such guys is to relentlessly target their weaknesses.

The core.

There is a spirit core inside the thick armor.

If you destroy that core, the rider dies, but to do so, you need to destroy the armor itself.

In other words, unless their core, which is like their heart, is destroyed, the rider will continue to move even if their limbs are cut off and the helmet containing their head is blown away.

“That’s why countries are all being destroyed.”

Resistant to magic, especially elemental magic, and immune to disease.

They can’t be hurt, and.

They don’t fear death.

Who dares to face that invincible force?

No one.

Still, it’s not like there’s no way at all.

‘Should I try the spell I was making this time?’

Elemental magic doesn’t work, but they shouldn’t have resistance to curses.

If I test how they react to each curse, I can develop a curse that can kill at least 4 or 5 thousand people, even if it’s hard to kill 20,000.

I cast different curses on forty riders at the forefront.

Now, all I have to do is watch how they react to each curse and what changes it causes.

Just then, a huge shadow covered the sky.

It covered my head so quickly that I drew my sword to respond to the shadow, feeling the urgency.

Clang, clang, clang────!

Sparks flew the moment wood and metal collided.

The sparks dulled the metal blade and blackened the wood.

“Now that I see it, that bow! It was wood! I definitely thought it was metal!”

A bow longer than three adult men lined up in a row.

I finally realized the material when I collided with the bow head-on.

The white bow.

Because of its unique luster that catches the eye even from a distance, I naturally thought it was a bow made of metal, but what I saw up close was the texture unique to wood.

But it’s a strange wooden bow in many ways.

It sparks when it collides with a sword!

It bends with unbelievable elasticity for wood and shoots arrows!

Now, the White Knight is using the bow to swing and crush me to death, and it’s still intact!

The bow is strange, but this damn strength is even more bizarre.

Even if I strengthen my arms with mana, I am overwhelmingly pushed back.

The absolute difference in species that I can’t reverse no matter how hard I try is felt through strength.

“Certainly……! The difference in skill is severe!”

I said, struggling to deflect the wildly swinging bow with the flat of my sword.

My eyes were filled with curiosity.

“That’s why you’re just shooting arrows from afar!”

Seungwoo smiled at the same time as the curiosity.

I don’t know why this guy isn’t shooting arrows and is swinging the bow as a whole.

‘If you wanted to swing a bow head-on, you should have learned blunt weapon techniques!’

I could tell from the bow that was blindly crushing with only strength.

White Knight. He has the title of knight, but he has no knowledge of weapon techniques.

All he can do is shoot arrows from a distance, control the wind, and ride a horse across the battlefield.

Listing them one by one, they are all great and wonderful things!

‘But at least they are not things that can give me an advantage in a fight with me.’

Clearly, my skill with weapons is much higher.

A bow is not a weapon for swinging, but a good weapon made of wood or iron can be swung well enough as a club in close combat without loading an arrow on the bowstring.

The technique needed there is blunt weapon technique.

But the White Knight doesn’t utilize it at all.

The reason why that guy bothered to run at me is.

“Are you in a hurry right now?”

Clatter!

The pure white armor. The helmet on it moved roughly.

The White Knight’s height is well over 3m [over 9 feet], so I can’t see his face well.

Ah, he didn’t have a face in the first place.

If he had a face.

‘It would be a face full of embarrassment or anger.’

It’s obvious without looking.

As evidence─

─Whoosh!

The attack of grabbing and swinging the bow cut through the wind.

The White Knight’s attack became very fast.

That’s proof that he’s angry.

At the same time.

Thud!

The swung bow dug into the armor of a nearby rider.

The intermediate rider, whose core was destroyed in vain, met his end.

His judgment became blurred, and the accuracy of his attacks decreased.

This is proof that the White Knight is very embarrassed.

‘He’s feeling anxious about the fact that I cast curses on the riders.’

The riders and the White Knight don’t say a word, but that doesn’t mean that’s their level of knowledge. The White Knight is definitely smart.

You can be sure by looking at the way he fights.

That White Knight must have felt it deeply.

Even if he could annihilate the alliance with his skills, it’s impossible to kill me alone. The White Knight is definitely stronger.

But there was a clear gap between us in skill and experience that couldn’t be overcome with physical abilities alone.

‘But it’s not like I have a special way to kill the White Knight.’

If I could annihilate the riders, the story would be completely different.

A special way to kill the White Knight?

I don’t need that.

A gap in skill and experience?

I don’t need it at all.

If I devise a way to annihilate the riders and actually annihilate them, all the warriors with free hands will rush towards the White Knight.

Overwhelming numbers against overwhelming power.

If you have very transcendent strength, you don’t need numbers.

Unfortunately, the White Knight is not that strong of an opponent.

He knows that very well, so he’s swinging the bow like a club, looking like he doesn’t even have time to shoot arrows.

To prevent me from devising a way to annihilate the riders.

This time, the White Knight started to do his best to tie me down and focus all my mind and nerves on himself.

─Can I help you a little?

But you see.

I have a 1,000-year-old fox attached to me.

She’s even my teacher who taught me curses.

You can’t just cut off my nerves.

‘Yes, please help me. I desperately need your help.’

─Then, um…… how about disease and curses?

Using disease and curses?

Good idea.

If elements don’t work, then disease that makes life sick and curses that eat away at life and torment the opponent in mysterious ways are the best.

‘If it weren’t for the fact that the opponent is a monster who used to be a spirit, so disease doesn’t work, and my mana circuits are messed up to handle curses that can deal with 100,000 troops…… good idea.’

Really. It’s a good idea.

In a negative way.

‘Hey. You didn’t read my mind just now, did you?’

I’m telling you, disease doesn’t work because the riders aren’t living beings with bodies.

You deaf fox.

─What, what? Deaf fox? Hey! I’m still young!!!

Yeah, yeah, 1,000 years old.

So young.