All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 218

109. God’s Power – 2

The shadows scattered, revealing the corpse.

It was the bisected body of the Orc Black Magician, Couch, who had been so confident just moments before.

“Oh my god.”

The prisoners couldn’t hide their bewilderment.

They had heard Ian was strong, but they never imagined he would be this powerful.

“That was a shadow… how did he cut him?”

“Cutting itself isn’t difficult. Now, we need to find Baron Poscale….”

Ian looked up at the half-destroyed building and lightly leaped towards it.

The room was filled with various materials and experimental tools.

The chaotic state of the room’s contents suggested they were used by both humans and other races.

They were purchased with the money earned from selling wool, cheese, and minerals to the Empire.

Likely intended for the Killhart Tribe’s magicians or alchemists.

Ian marveled at the audacity of stealing them for his own experiments.

‘Well, that aside, what was he experimenting on?’

Ian smiled bitterly as he examined the parchment and paper scattered around the desk.

‘Looks like he was trying to create an eternal sacrifice.’

Among black magic spells, those that steal life force to convert it into magic power require life force.

Therefore, a sacrifice is needed, but what if the sacrifice is an immortal being?

It would allow for an unlimited supply of magic power.

‘Was turning this land into this also part of the preparation to create this?’

Create a sacrifice that can eternally emit life force, then seize the Great Plains.

Afterward, gain more power as a black magician by obtaining the life force there, then attack the Empire.

And if they were to destroy the Empire and convert the lives of the Empire into magic power?

Afterward, if they increased the number of black magicians and conquered the entire continent?

And if they used the black magicians who borrowed power to eliminate the remaining monsters?

It would be a clean annihilation.

‘The plan itself was certainly good.’

“Well, it’s meaningless now.”

That was just a possibility that might have been.

Ian burned the organized materials and looked at the wall.

Hanging on the wall was a man with tubes stuck all over his body.

“Huff… huff….”

His eyes bloodshot, he panted as he looked at Ian.

At the end of the tubes connected to him were magic stones.

After confirming that the magic stones were filled with magic power, Ian pulled out the tubes stuck in Baron Poscale.

“Kuh… huff… huff….”

He groaned in pain as the tubes were pulled out and looked at Ian.

“Who… are you…?”

“Ian Brandon.”

“Ian… why is Ian of the North here…?”

“Can’t I be here?”

Ian pulled out all the remaining tubes stuck in him and cut the chains holding his limbs.

He collapsed with a thud, trying to say something, but Ian simply shook his head.

“Why don’t you talk outside? You don’t have any strength right now.”

“Ugh….”

Eventually, Baron Poscale slumped.

Ian lightly lifted him up and came down, and the waiting prisoners cried out urgently.

“Count Ian! The Orcs are moving!”

The armed men spoke urgently.

This was the heart of the enemy territory.

And with the commotion just now, it was natural for enemies to gather.

Thanks to the diversion outside, the number of Orcs and Undead was not that great.

As Kirke reported, an Orc who arrived threw an axe at him with all his might.

“Kwaaaa!!”

-Clang!!

Ian deflected the axe flying towards him, caught it in mid-air, and threw it back.

The Orc, hit in the head by the returning axe, twitched and then stood up again.

As the undead Orc charged again, Ian waved his hand.

Cheonma Shin’gong [Demonic Divine Art], Chapter of the Sun.

Hwajeon [Incinerating Palm].

The flames gathered in his fist incinerated the zombie Orc in one blow.

As he collapsed, other Orcs and Undead began to approach one by one.

-Click.

Seeing that, the prisoners gripped their weapons tightly.

They had to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

“Those without weapons, stand next to those with weapons!! Fight by taking weapons during the battle!!”

One of the Empire Academy students.

The girl who first met Ian shouted fiercely.

Ian’s eyes lit up at her unwavering spirit even in this situation.

As Kirke evaluated, she was commanding the surroundings in an instant.

The prisoners moved according to her orders.

“Kuaaaa!!”

An Orc roared.

In response, other Orcs roared, and their eyes turned red in an instant.

They were becoming berserkers.

“Krrr…!!”

Dozens of berserkers, wanting only to kill the enemy in front of them, charged.

They were followed by zombies and skeletons, and Swan shouted, raising her sword.

“Everyone!! Break through to the south!!”

A spear-like formation was created, starting with a large student holding a glaive that the Orcs had.

The battle, aimed at escaping from this place as quickly as possible, was about to begin when.

Ian raised his hand.

The sword at his waist flew into the sky.

The aura contained in the sword rotating in the air drew a sacred pattern on the ground, and Ian clenched his fist.

-Whoooong!!

“Great one, please eliminate the impure things here.”

With his short prayer, light burst from the pattern.

With that one light, not only the Undead but also the Orcs who had become berserkers by black magic regained their senses.

“Kura?!”

The Orcs, who had entrusted their bodies to madness, forgotten the pain, and increased their strength and power, were bewildered.

The prisoners’ weapons were thrust at that bewilderment.

“Kua!! Kaaaack!!”

Perhaps because it included those who were somewhat capable?

The Orcs could not easily block their attacks.

They even seemed to have enough leeway to protect the prisoners who could not fight.

He cut the shadows and reduced the number of Undead with the Sacred Ritual.

Having such a strong person behind them who had achieved such feats had a great impact on morale.

Ian nodded and said to Kirke.

‘Which way is better to go out?’

“Keep going south!!”

As he shouted, Swan, who was leading the prisoners, maintained the direction of travel.

As they proceeded, breaking through the blocking Orcs and Undead, quite a few groups appeared.

If they just get past there, it’s a wooden fence.

“Count Ian! There is a wooden fence over there!”

If they can’t break through the Orc and Undead groups, they can’t approach the wooden fence.

As Swan shouted, Ian put down Poscale, whom he was holding, and stepped forward.

It was then.

-Kwaaaang!!

Black lightning fell on the path of those escaping.

Seeing that, some of the prisoners screamed.

“Aaaagh! Th, that guy!”

“The lightning that caught us!! Aaaagh!!”

They trembled in fear.

A wicked black magician who carried black lightning and caught even those who were running away.

A black Orc whose whole body was covered in bright red tattoos was grinning.

“Where are you going to run? You insignificant vermin….”

-Swish!!

His words were never completed.

Because Ian’s sword had already cut his body in half.

The Orc, who couldn’t even use his pride, the black lightning, became a corpse, and the prisoners were bewildered.

“Oh. Um.”

“Get ready to leave.”

Ian raised his sword.

Black energy began to gather on his sword.

Cheonma Shin’gong [Demonic Divine Art], Chapter of Destruction.

Nanshin [Chaotic Slash].

-Kwaaaaaang!!

One blow.

The energies shot from his sword, along with the Orcs blocking the way, shattered the thick wooden fence in one blow.

As a huge hole was created in an instant, not only the prisoners but also the Orcs of the Red Fang tribe closed their mouths.

“Th, that is….”

They had heard rumors.

That Ian had blown away the gates and walls of the Scarlet Kingdom when he was in opposition to the Scarlet Kingdom.

As what they thought was just an exaggeration was proven to be true, Swan swallowed hard.

‘That attack. Can the Empire stop it?’

The wooden fence, made of Krekin wood from the south, which is said to be as hard as stone, was shattered like a reed.

Even after unleashing such a powerful blow, Ian was not sweating a single drop.

If such a strong person were to point a sword at the Empire, could they stop him?

She recalled the Imperial Army and the strong people of the Empire she knew.

‘His Majesty the Emperor might be able to….’

Even so, fighting Ian was a loss no matter how you looked at it.

She clenched her fist slightly.

‘I have to tell my father as soon as I get back.’

“What are you doing?”

As Ian, who had smashed the wooden fence, returned the sword to its scabbard, she came to her senses.

“Escape!!”

Like that.

The prisoners who had been captured by the Red Fang Orc tribe ignored the Orcs who were blankly watching and leisurely escaped out of the wooden fence.

“Ian!!”

The nomads ran over.

Lyza, who was leading them, glanced at the surviving prisoners.

“Did you save them all?”

“For now. But it seems some people have already died.”

“……That can’t be helped. Hey!! Get on the horses!”

The nomads offered saddles.

“You ride behind me!!”

“Thanks!”

Swan, who rode behind Lyza, looked at Ian.

Everyone was going back, but he didn’t seem to want to go.

“Count Ian!! Let’s go back for now!”

“Why?”

“Yes? No…….”

“I came here to wipe this place out, so I can’t just leave.”

“Ugh. Then we’ll get out of here first!!”

“As you leave, get far away.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to use something big. I’ll try to defend, but if you accidentally get caught in the range, you’ll die.”

“What kind of amazing thing are you going to use? Okay. See you later.”

They move away.

Some of the nomads who were not carrying prisoners approached the Orcs of Grimmer who were fighting the Undead.

As they left the battlefield after hearing Ian’s words, the Undead and Red Fang Orcs returned to the wooden fence.

And they took up their weapons to face Ian.

“K, Kuaaaa!!”

An Orc, terrified by his gaze, roared.

It seems he was trying to become a berserker to escape from fear.

Starting with him, other Orcs began to become berserkers.

Powerful warriors who had forgotten fear gradually increased, but.

Ian was just indifferent.

‘Kirke.’

‘Start.’

Ian, who jumped into the air, stepping on the wooden fence, checked his surroundings.

The center of the Red Fang Orc tribe is visible.

As he reached out his hand towards that place and concentrated his magic power.

A huge magic circle from the center of the Red Fang Orc tribe to the distance where the nomads and Grimmer’s Orcs were fighting earlier.

It covered quite a wide area.

And.

The sky opened, and a dazzling mass of light fell on the center, and at that moment.

-Kwaaaaaaaaaang!!

Along with a huge explosion that would be recorded not only in the Great Plains but also in the history of the continent, a mushroom cloud appeared.