Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 165

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 166

# 166

Save Her 2

“What is this?”

“What’s going on?”

“What’s flying over there?”

Everyone began to deny the reality unfolding before their eyes.

They saw it, but it was so surreal that it was instantly deleted from their memories. However, Abdul Jabbar, who had charged in with them, was a little different from the others.

Shudder, shudder-

That could have been him flying away just now.

He wondered if he had seen a hallucination for a moment, but seeing the three who charged in with him disappear all at once, it seemed it was not a hallucination.

Abdul Jabbar felt infinite fear.

Fifteen years of living as a war mercenary.

Having lived on the battlefield for so long, he had recently felt his emotions dulling. Eating in pools of blood and snacking next to dismembered corpses was a normal part of life.

Some guys even gathered corpses and drank wine, chuckling at the burning site.

Even three months ago, when he saw a colleague who had spent years on the battlefield with him die with an arrow in his neck, he had said this:

“Brother, now that you’re dead, I’ll take your prostitute girlfriend. Thanks for your hard work.”

That’s how dry their emotions were.

But-

The sight he saw now awakened the words ‘fear’ and ‘dread’ that Abdul Jabbar had forgotten.

In all the brutal warfare he had experienced so far, this was the first time he had seen such a sight.

He had seen knights with tremendous skills cutting people in half in the midst of chaotic battles, and he had seen people who could be called heavy tanks crushing people into bloody messes with man-sized hammers.

But he had never seen such a sight.

Even a wizard couldn’t send humans flying that far.

If the strongest man here picked up a small stone and threw it with all his might, would it barely fly that far?

But being hit by a sword and having three people fly that distance at the same time?

It doesn’t make sense.

“W-what the hell is this monster?”

Abdul Jabbar muttered to himself. He almost dropped his scimitar.

“Idiot, I told you. It’s Don Quixote de la Mancha, the butcher of death.”

No!

Abdul Jabbar shut his mouth, about to shout.

What does it matter if that armored monster is Don Quixote de la Mancha or not?

If he doesn’t solve the problem right now, he’ll end up like the mercenaries who flew to the walls.

Rice said with a smirk.

“You better not even dream of running away. He doesn’t intend to let any of you here live. Only us Monday Chicken Mercenaries will survive.”

The faces of the mercenaries belonging to other mercenary groups turned pale at his words.

It’s not dying bravely in battle.

Since they haven’t signed a contract with Baron Signal yet, they won’t even get paid. It’s just a dog’s death. It was no different from a monster appearing and unknowingly stepping on ants to kill them.

The mercenaries didn’t want to die like that.

Of course, Legion had no intention of doing that at all.

Once anyone runs away, he can’t catch a single one. Legion’s movement speed is the worst ever. The reason his eyes are always bloodshot is because it’s hard to walk.

The mercenaries thought he was bloodthirsty when they saw Legion’s eyes like that.

“Spare me.”

Abdul Jabbar threw away his pride.

“What?”

Rice thought he had misheard.

He never thought that someone who had been desperately trying to kill each other would so easily declare surrender. How many of his colleagues had died because of that bastard?

“I apologize for everything with you. But please understand this. It wasn’t intentional. We have to make money, too.”

Yeah, because he’s a mercenary.

“I’m sorry. I sincerely apologize.”

Abdul Jabbar threw down his scimitar. When he declared surrender, the Michiko London Mercenaries also threw away their weapons without saying a word. His subordinates were planning to desert if necessary.

The moment they saw that monstrous power, they lost their will to fight.

They had seen many powerful wizards-

They had also seen 6-star knights wielding Aura Blades… but it was a shocking scene that couldn’t be compared to that.

Their appearance overlapped with the appearance of the mercenaries who were hit by the iron sword and flew away.

“Ugh, scary. Scary.”

Fear consumes their minds.

The identity of the armored warrior is not even immediately curious.

“Hmm.”

Rice looked at Beef. What to do?

When the Michiko London Mercenaries declared surrender, the other mercenary groups no longer had any intention of fighting.

One by one, they began to throw away their swords.

But it seemed that there was a crazy guy among them.

Yoshida of the Netherworld Sword, known as the Lone Wolf, charged at Legion with his cursed sword.

“Kuhahaha! Are you the famous butcher of death? I’ll take your head and take your fame! The kingdom’s top 7 strongest will be mine from now on!”

Bang!

Yoshida of the Netherworld Sword, the Lone Wolf, flew even further. He disappeared completely over the walls.

“…….”

All the mercenaries’ jaws dropped.

What the hell is that? Is it a dragon wearing human armor?

How can you explain that absurd power?

The mercenaries were frozen like ice because they were so dumbfounded.

Clang, clang.

Legion stood laboriously in the center of the mercenaries.

Legion had come this far with great difficulty, but the mercenaries thought that the strong always moved like that.

Leisurely and arrogantly.

“Are you my enemies?”

Legion spoke to the mercenaries who were still holding weapons. His voice was as terrifying as Sergeant Kim returning from hell.

“S-Sergeant Kim, the warrior of death!”

“It’s his voice. It’s definitely his voice.”

“Crazy… it’s scarier than that voice. Drop your weapons right now! You have to drop your weapons if you want to live.”

The mercenaries were disarmed in an instant. Only the mercenaries belonging to the Monday Chicken Mercenaries were holding weapons.

“They want to surrender to Don Quixote de la Mancha. You can handle them as Don Quixote de la Mancha wishes.”

Rice and Beef knelt before Legion.

Shaking. They can’t shake off the fear of what would happen if they got angry because they didn’t handle them properly.

Legion was in a hurry.

Baron Signal might be watching this situation now. If he misses him, he will lose all clues about the Stone Head Church.

Lich Mamon absorbed the knowledge of Atopy and the black magicians.

Even as a 7-circle ability user, he cannot absorb all of human memory. The information he absorbed from them was only a fragmentary fact that was barely 1 percent.

Unfortunately, there was no information about where the branch or headquarters of the Stone Head Church was located.

So, if he misses Baron Signal here, he is very likely to lose clues about Mizset.

Portal-

The highest level magic that allows movement between spaces.

Legion cannot use it either.

Portal stones are ridiculously expensive. Even if he gets it, there is a possibility that he will not be able to use it because it is too precious. However, Baron Signal was different from him. Feeling threatened, he may have used the portal stone to escape from here by now.

He has to catch him before that.

“What should we do?”

Rice and Beef knelt and watched Legion’s every move. Urine is dripping out because they are so scared. Rice gave Beef a look.

‘Did you see it?’

‘The way Yoshida flew away a little while ago?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I saw it. I peed my pants.’

‘Damn it, me too. I know why they call him the butcher of death, the butcher of death. This is a collapse of the human world’s balance. How did such a monster appear?’

‘Looking at Don Quixote de la Mancha, I think he was strong from birth.’

‘I kind of feel that way too.’

‘By the way, why don’t you say anything? Maybe we don’t like our work?’

‘Oh my god, that could be. Maybe Don Quixote de la Mancha is thinking about whether to deal with us all or not.’

Rice was on pins and needles. If so, he has to run away.

But how can he run away in front of Don Quixote de la Mancha, the butcher of death? Once he is caught in his grasp, our lives are like a candle in the wind.

‘Let’s ask Jack Nicher for help.’

‘Jack Nicher?’

‘Yes, since Don Quixote de la Mancha came out, Jack Nicher has always been by his side. He must be the most trusted subordinate. So we have to ask Jack Nicher for advice.’

‘That’s right. You’re right.’

Rice nodded and looked at Dasan with desperate eyes.

Dasan was just as confused by the current situation.

He peed his pants when he saw the mercenaries being blown away by the butcher of death. His pants are wet. But he couldn’t say, ‘I peed my pants, so I’ll go change my pants.’

He saw it for the first time in his life.

A battlefield dominated by overwhelming fear.

The people fighting here were not fighting to live. They fight only to read the butcher of death’s every move. It was the single thought that he didn’t want to die like that.

Dasan belatedly noticed that Rice was looking at him desperately.

“Why are you doing that?”

Dasan lowered his voice as much as possible and asked Rice.

“Don Quixote de la Mancha doesn’t say anything. I’m worried that we have committed blasphemy against him. Please help us.”

Dasan glanced at Legion.

He seemed to be lost in some deep thought. He is indeed Don Quixote de la Mancha. He is very considerate even in the current situation where he dominates everything.

Maybe he is thinking about five moves later. How can I, a mere person, read his thoughts?

Also, I shouldn’t guess his thoughts.

“I’ll ask.”

“Oh, please.”

The mercenaries sincerely felt deep gratitude to Dasan.

Dasan cautiously approached Legion.

“Don Quixote de la Mancha.”

“Why?”

As the heavy body moved, Dasan trembled, crushed by the pressure.

“I sincerely apologize if I have disturbed your thoughts. However, the subordinates who claim to be slaves are waiting for the orders of the brave Don Quixote de la Mancha. I, in my ignorance, cannot judge well. What should I do?”

Legion, who was organizing his thoughts, looked around.

About thirty mercenaries were bleeding and collapsed. Other than that, they are generally fine.

They were all kneeling and waiting for his disposition.

He doesn’t know why they are so servile to him…

The subordinates he gained in a situation where he was short of hands seemed quite useful. If they are useful, he should send them to the territory to receive training under Bacon.

Twenty-five exclusive servants.

I wonder if they are doing well without slacking off.

Legion slowly raised his hand. Just raising his arm made his shoulder muscles swell up as if they were about to burst. Perhaps because he used his strength, his eyes became even more bloodshot.

The mercenaries who saw Legion’s eyes turn red with fright and slammed their heads on the floor.

Crazy. Crazy. How dare you hold your head up in front of Don Quixote de la Mancha.

The mercenaries waited for Legion’s disposition, trembling in their limbs.

“Catch that bastard.”

“Who are you referring to as that bastard?”

Dasan asked cautiously.

“Signal.”

Legion took a short breath and continued in a terrifying voice.

“Make that bastard kneel before me.”

The order was given.

The mercenaries picked up their weapons and jumped to their feet.

“Don Quixote de la Mancha has given us our first order! Catch Baron Signal!”

Rice shouted.

This was clearly a test of their loyalty. The one who catches him first has the advantage. Perhaps other teams that fail the test were in danger of disappearing over the walls like Yoshida.

“Don’t be ridiculous! We’ll catch him first!”

Abdul Jabbar shouted, holding his scimitar.

“We’re first!”

All the mercenaries began to run towards Baron Signal’s castle with all their might.

Baron Signal had suddenly become the prey in his own castle.