Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 163

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 164

# 164

Death Butcher 2

War mercenaries are warriors with considerable combat experience.

Not many fully utilize magic, but they are excellent fighters, ranging from 1-Star Masters to 4-Star Masters… with some even aspiring to 5-Star.

Naturally, the more veteran they are, the more experience they have.

They possess far superior senses and skills than ordinary knights. Of course. Without such senses, they could never survive the chaotic battlefield of killing and being killed.

“Everyone… prepare for battle.”

Rice’s voice, upon seeing Legion in full plate armor, trembled involuntarily. He was momentarily shocked, as if a giant ogre had just smashed his head.

He instinctively realized that the man in that armor was no ordinary mercenary.

Clang, clang.

Legion was expending tremendous strength with each step. Simply moving his legs caused his thighs to swell as if his muscles were about to burst.

The word ‘flabby’ had already disappeared from his muscles.

The words ‘firm’ or ‘bulging’ were more appropriate. There was no way to confirm it yet, but that feeling was certain.

-Strength has increased.

-Stamina has increased.

-Overall combat power +5.

All day long, only these sentences were imprinted on his cornea.

Magic power has increased, mana has increased. There wasn’t a single line about magic skills increasing.

Only stamina and strength.

Legion felt a severe identity crisis.

Am I a mage or a warrior? If I am a mage, should I continue to increase my stamina and strength?

Well, for at least six months, I had to wear this heavy armor without fail.

Full Plate Armor.

According to Senka, it was something someone had left in the village a long time ago. Since Dark Elves mostly pass on the village’s past through oral tradition rather than documents, accurate records were hard to find, but it was probably true.

It could only be assumed that the someone was a remarkable figure.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to wear armor weighing 250 kilograms [approximately 550 pounds].

Mark scanned the full plate armor thoroughly.

The exterior was top-grade heavy iron. Made of terribly heavy iron.

That alone was worth a bit, but thanks to the highest-grade mana stone embedded in the back, it was capable of self-repair.

The defense was great, and the imposing appearance was impressive. Furthermore, black horns were embedded here and there. How threatening was this?

But who would wear this and fight?

Certainly, the defense would be excellent. No, there was no way armor of this weight could have low defense. It would be impossible to make it low.

But it was so heavy that you couldn’t even move a step.

Perhaps this armor was for torture, to imprison people?

Senka said absolutely not…….

It’s the treasure of our Dark Elf village.

That treasure.

After six months, Senka, you wear it.

Mark said it was a full plate armor with hidden skills dormant within.

Hidden skills…, it activates only under certain conditions, but I don’t know. I hope it doesn’t double the weight to make it easier to press down and torment people?

Mark didn’t know the conditions either.

When I asked Senka, she asked back, ‘Was there such a skill?’

Unfortunately, I gave up on the hidden skills.

Senka seemed sorry for Legion, who was moving at a rate of 1 meter per minute in the full plate armor. She cast a Dark Elf-specific magic called ‘King of the Forest, Unapproachable’ while scattering the birds that had landed on his helmet and shoulders.

In short, it was a skill that automatically emitted tremendous killing intent. It had no other abilities, just an unimaginable amount of killing intent.

Similar types of magic included ‘Lower Your Gaze’ and ‘What Are You Staring At?’

Therefore, even when leaving the Devil’s Forest, Legion was not attacked by a single monster.

And-

That skill continues to work even in the human world.

The fierce tiger’s energy was stirring up the mercenaries who were standing still.

Clang, clang.

Legion moved towards the Monday Chicken Mercenary团 [Mercenary Group], which was closest.

600 mercenaries.

I don’t want to make enemies. There’s no need to fight them all, is there? Since I can’t win anyway, I’ll have to summon Mammon and wipe them out if they attack me.

I just hope that meaningless bloodshed doesn’t happen.

“Who’s the leader?”

Sergeant Kim’s voice, returned from hell, rang loudly in the training ground.

The noisy chatter stopped abruptly.

* * *

Beef grabbed Rice’s wrist as he tried to draw his sword.

“Why?”

Rice looked at Beef with questioning eyes.

Beef shook his head earnestly.

“It won’t work.”

“What won’t work?”

“If you draw your sword now……”

“If I draw my sword?”

“Everyone will die. At the very least, the Monday Chicken Mercenary团 will be annihilated.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Look at him.”

Beef couldn’t meet Legion’s eyes directly. His bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to explode. His instincts, honed through countless battles, were constantly sending warnings.

“He’s incredible. Such terrifying killing intent. I’ve never seen such killing intent before.”

“It might not be just that. In this situation, with that kind of killing intent… perhaps he’s suppressing it.”

“S, suppressing killing intent? Suppressing it… and it’s still that strong? How many people has he killed to have such killing intent?”

Rice was horrified.

It was a different matter from dividing strength into 6-Star or 7-Star levels.

That was possible through training.

But killing intent was a unique aura that only those who had killed many lives could possess.

If Beef was right, this man was a human butcher.

A human butcher?

Suddenly, a word came to mind.

-Dondekman, the Death Butcher!

He was one of the kingdom’s Seven Greats [powerful and influential figures], even though his true identity was almost unknown.

If the kingdom’s Seven Greats with the worst personality was ‘Crazy Draisher,’ the one you should never meet was ‘Dondekman, the Death Butcher.’

Even the other Seven Greats shook their heads when Dondekman’s name was mentioned.

The fear of Dondekman dominated the entire kingdom.

“Could it be… the Death Butcher?”

“Circumstantially, he’s definitely him.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Look at his appearance. Unimaginable killing intent, a towering figure close to 2 meters tall [approximately 6 feet 7 inches]. Black full plate armor, bloodshot eyes like a demon resurrected. Do you need more evidence?”

“No. You’re right. He’s definitely Dondekman. So, how should we act now?”

Rice was very flustered. He seemed mentally overwhelmed by the killing intent.

Beef was the same.

They were able to maintain their composure even in the midst of chaos, but it was very difficult in front of ‘Dondekman, the Death Butcher.’

“There are three options.”

Beef, who had regained his senses a little earlier, opened his mouth.

“Three?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“First, we bow our heads first.”

Beef answered hesitantly.

“I can’t do that. We are the Monday Chicken Mercenary团. If that gets out, no employer will hire us.”

“That’s right. Then there’s a second option. Run away.”

“That’s not an option either. We’ll face a more miserable end than bowing our heads. What’s the last one?”

“The last one is to fight with our lives on the line.”

“Fight? With whom?”

“With Dondekman, the Death Butcher.”

“Are you crazy?”

Although it wasn’t confirmed-

There was a public rumor that Dondekman had faced and annihilated a thousand knights somewhere in the south.

It was an unconfirmed rumor, but most people believed it to be true.

“He’s a mass murderer who has killed a thousand people. No, in some villages, they worship him as a hero. They say that one who kills one person is a murderer, but one who kills a thousand is a hero. That’s exactly the case. Anyway, with our strength, we can’t even scratch him.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“That’s it! How about this?”

“Have you thought of a way?”

“Join forces with goodwill.”

“Goodwill?”

“That’s right. Although the opponent is terrifying… he’s still one of the kingdom’s Seven Greats. Can’t we reason with him? I don’t know why he’s here, but we promise to help him unconditionally. Then… at least he won’t make enemies with us.”

“I hope that’s possible……”

Beef sighed briefly.

The words of the bards came to his mind.

-Do not compromise with the Death Butcher. He is a whirlwind. Rather, bow your head and lie on the ground, waiting for the whirlwind to pass.

Why did those words come to mind? The ominous feeling couldn’t be hidden.

“I’ll talk to him.”

Clang, clang.

Legion walked through the Monday Chicken Mercenary团. The full plate armor, over 2 meters tall, glanced around.

As soon as they made eye contact, the mercenaries who were holding weapons involuntarily dropped them. They also lowered their eyes. They couldn’t face the bloodlust in the helmet.

“Who’s the leader!”

Legion asked.

Thud!

The mercenaries who heard Legion’s voice were shocked.

Undeniably!

They had never heard such a terrifying voice. It wasn’t just goosebumps.

Their throats were blocked, their blood vessels were blocked, their eyes rolled back, their skin turned inside out, their spines tingled, and they couldn’t breathe.

It was truly the resonance of death.

“Kuh-huh-huh.”

Rice and Beef trembled like lambs before a lion.

They were arrogant.

To try to judge ‘Dondekman, the Death Butcher’ with their own limited understanding.

Rice knelt on one knee.

Many nobles had brought treasures to recruit him. Even now, nobles he knew often made subtle suggestions, ‘Stop the mercenary life and come to our territory to live comfortably. We’ll treat you well.’

Rice had refused them all.

He had sworn that he would never bend this knee to anyone until he died.

That oath was now broken.

If he could stop him with his life, he wouldn’t kneel like this.

He knelt because it was useless to risk his life.

If only I surrender, the lives of my subordinates will be saved.

“I surrender to you.”

Rice said in a trembling voice.

“C, Captain.”

Beef’s voice also trembled. The arrogant and strong captain knelt for them. He was grateful, but his heart ached.

He also knelt next to Rice.

“I also surrender. Please just take our lives. The subordinates are innocent.”

Ahhh~.

The captain and vice-captain were kneeling and apologizing together. To save us.

Yes, let’s kneel. This damn knee.

To live, I’ll kneel as much as you want, as many times as you want.

All 150 members of the Monday Chicken Mercenary团 knelt before Legion.

“Kuh-huh-huh. I surrender.”

Perhaps because they felt that the flag of the long-standing Monday Chicken Mercenary团 had been broken, some mercenaries couldn’t hold back their tears and burst into sobs.

“……”

Legion watched them silently.

He wondered what they were doing.

Why were they crying and making such a fuss?

All he had done was ask, ‘Who’s the leader?’ He just wanted to resolve things amicably through conversation, saying, ‘Let’s not interfere with each other’s business.’

Was that something to cry about?

And- surrender?

What surrender?

When did we even fight?

Why are they doing this?

Legion didn’t understand the situation at all.