Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 472

Magic is a Waste to Learn – 473

# 473

The Ultimate Golem T-3000 (2)

The Archbishop and the Dragon Lord watched the video the Bishop had brought, their faces etched with annoyance.

Bishop Valentine.

His martial prowess wasn’t significant.

However, his exceptional ability to manipulate information had elevated him to the position of Bishop.

The reason he was dispatched to Duke Legion’s territory stemmed from the Archbishop’s personal unease.

In truth, he and Duke Legion were strangely intertwined, almost in every single incident.

No matter how he analyzed it, there was no clear connection between them. Yet, whenever something went wrong, Duke Legion was always involved.

He even suspected that Duke Legion was deliberately targeting him, so he thoroughly investigated the Duke’s background.

Unfortunately, he found no evidence that the Duke was pursuing him.

This meant that their entanglement was purely coincidental.

Purely—

By chance.

The Bishops advised him not to worry, as they were on the verge of a great undertaking. They dismissed the Duke as a minor noble from a remote country, who had only risen to his position through luck.

Rumor had it that he was a great schemer.

The Archbishop had too much to do to concern himself with such an insignificant man, they argued.

Despite this, the Archbishop infiltrated Duke Legion’s territory with followers of the Stone Head Church.

He even dispatched a Bishop.

It was like—

A thorn in his mouth.

He felt that if he left the Duke alone, the thorn would eventually rot and damage his gums.

And…….

His intuition was correct.

The Duke was systematically eliminating all the Stone Head Church branches planted in his territory.

If not for the video sent by Bishop Valentine as he died, he would have remained ignorant until all the branches were destroyed.

The video sent by Bishop Valentine was quite shocking.

The enemy appeared human but possessed abilities far beyond human capabilities.

He couldn’t figure out what it was.

The blurry video made it impossible to identify the person who severed Bishop Valentine’s head.

The opponent had annihilated 120 followers.

All followers undergo baptism. Baptized followers are transformed into beings capable of easily mastering black magic.

They could grow stronger several times faster than ordinary warriors or mages who learned magic normally.

Thus, all Stone Head Church followers with more than two years of experience had a minimum rating of 3-star or 3rd Circle [referring to a level of magical proficiency].

In other words, the 120 followers had a minimum rating of 3-star or 3rd Circle.

Individually, they might not be very strong, but when they combined their skills, they were a formidable force.

Yet, these followers were annihilated in just about 30 minutes.

In the beginning, it could be considered a battle.

But as time passed, the battle turned into a massacre, and the massacre into a hunt.

In the blurry video, the opponent’s eyes were devoid of emotion. Not a trace of bloodlust could be felt.

Could such a creature exist? It was doubtful. It was extremely rare to find a human who could conceal their emotions so perfectly.

Valentine shouted something at the opponent. The opponent didn’t respond but approached and severed Valentine’s head.

Thanks to Valentine sending the video via email just before his death, they were able to understand the current situation.

“What the hell is that?”

The Dragon Lord pointed at the man in the video.

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, even you don’t know.”

“How many branches have been attacked by this guy?”

“Three so far.”

“Any more?”

“We haven’t heard from the branches in the cities of Las Vegas and CM in the Baroque Kingdom.”

“Anywhere else?”

“We’re fine.”

The Stone Head Church has over 100 branches. Most were for gathering information, but some also served to move combat forces.

In particular, the city of CM had a branch set up to assist allies in the event of a naval landing operation.

It was a large manor capable of accommodating over 20,000 people at once.

A Bishop-level figure had been dispatched there, but they had completely lost contact.

“The Baroque Kingdom, huh? Always getting in the way.”

“I agree.”

“How about we strike here first?”

The Dragon Lord pointed to the Dusselph Mountains. He also felt that things were going awry. Of course, it wouldn’t affect the overall plan.

But he couldn’t tolerate the annoyance.

“Are you going yourself?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not that free. Three Wyrm-class Dragons should be enough.”

Three Wyrm-class Dragons.

That was overkill. It wasn’t just the three Dragons moving.

Many Guardians who followed them would also be mobilized.

If three Wyrm-class Dragons began a full-scale invasion of the territory…….

What would happen?

Wouldn’t it be reduced to ashes in half a day?

“I’ll leave it to you.”

* * *

Preetia and Drais were touring the airbase. Even with their immense power, they knew almost nothing about mechanical magic.

Preetia found it fascinating and novel.

*Humans are such interesting creatures.*

How could they combine machinery and magic to invent new technologies?

She enjoyed watching humans.

Come to think of it, she had been quite involved with humans for a long time. And that stalker from the Alexander family.

She sometimes chuckled to herself when she thought of him. She thought she would never meet another crazy guy like that.

*He even looked similar.*

*This guy’s level of power is much higher.*

Preetia glanced at Drais.

Drais was startled and took a step back. He had nothing to fear in the world.

But strangely, he shrank whenever he stood before Preetia. It wasn’t just because he had been defeated by her twice.

It probably started after that first night.

His instincts told him so.

*Don’t mess with this woman.*

He had never felt this way before.

Confused, Drais drank at Rose’s Pub. Rose was the CEO who had franchised the pub with her own body [implying she built her business from the ground up].

Rose’s Pub had over twenty branches spread throughout the territory.

A true boss.

And her husband, Heater…….

*Damn it!*

*He’s just like me.*

When he drinks with his friends, he brags a lot. *I have a lot of money. My wife can’t do anything in front of me. I’m the boss.*

But in front of Rose, he was like a mouse before a cat.

Heater was definitely not weaker than Rose.

But it was Heater who took care of Rose. Every day when the pub closed, he would come and lower the shutters.

*Could it be?*

He looked at his other married friends.

Pirania.

That guy was the same.

When they drank together, his wife would call him several times.

He never said, “I’m going to drink and come home late, so don’t wait up.”

Holding his phone, he would bow and speak in a small voice.

“Yeah, I only had one drink. No, really. It’ll be over soon. I’ll take a taxi carriage as soon as it’s over. What? You say it’s a waste of money, so I should run? To sober up? It seems too far. You need to pay off the loan? Okay, okay. I’ll run. I’ll run.”

They were all the same.

Is that what happens when you get married?

It seemed like the man was in control when they were dating.

“Just trust me, honey.”

“I’ll make sure you never lift a finger.”

“Aww, my honey is the best.”

As soon as they got married, they would write agreements every other week.

So Drais asked Pirania.

“You write agreements and essays of repentance?”

“Yes.”

“Pathetic. So pathetic.”

“You’ll understand when you get married, Drais.”

“But what are agreements and essays of repentance?”

“I saw it on TV. Agreements are written as they’re dictated, and essays of repentance are creative works.”

“Creative works?”

“Yes.”

Drais chuckled.

Anyway, the feeling he was experiencing now was similar to what they were going through.

“Don’t be so scared, come stand next to me.”

“Ah, well, okay.”

Drais stood awkwardly next to Preetia.

Preetia stared at the aircraft carrier, which was undergoing upgrades. It was truly massive. She never imagined that humans could create such a huge creation.

“It’s almost an island. An island. The Wyvern squadron takes off and lands on that ship?”

“Yeah. That’s how they’re going to modify it. The Wyvern squadron has a short cruising range. If they depart from the base, they can only reach Poman in the Holy Kingdom. But with an aircraft carrier, they can go anywhere on the continent.”

“You’ve captured something amazing. Ten battleships?”

“That’s right. They’ll be the main force of the Legion army.”

“Aren’t they weaker than I thought? Even if there are ten of them.”

“It’s the Empire’s misjudgment. No one thought that Wyverns with magic bullets hanging from them would come crashing down from above.”

“I guess…….”

Preetia nodded.

Even she thought it didn’t make sense.

Until now, no humans had ever allied with Wyverns and sought to survive together.

Humans think of Wyverns as ‘the worst aerial monsters.’ They never think of them as one of the demi-humans like the Legion.

Even though Wyverns have their own unique civilization, no one was curious about it.

Wyverns, Ogres, Orcs, Goblins.

The Empire treated them all as monsters.

Naturally, they didn’t think that Wyverns would attack battleships.

Therefore, no one had developed a manual to respond to Wyverns.

That arrogance, which knew no bounds, led to the loss of ships that cost an unimaginable amount of money.

You reap what you sow.

And Legion, with its limitless imagination, certainly deserves praise.

“Then shall I go home for a while?”

“Huh? Home?”

“It’s the Stone Head Church’s war. I have a lot of good weapons in my lair. I should sell them to Legion at a special discount. Not for free, though.”

“Ah, I, I see.”

Drais was flustered.

Legion and he had raided Preetia’s lair before. Knowing Preetia’s personality, she would never let him off the hook if she found out.

But he shook his head.

He had leaked false information at the time.

*Is she still fooled?*

“My lair was raided once.”

“Huh? Oh, really? That’s bold. What crazy bastard raided a Dragon’s lair?”

“Don Quixote……, that son of a bitch. Thinking about it makes me angry again.”

“Don, Don Quixote?”

“Yeah, I searched the continent like crazy to catch that bastard. I wandered around for years.”

“Didn’t you raid Neck House with him?”

“His ideas were innovative. I didn’t expect Legion to disguise himself as a super-duper Janus [a reference to a two-faced god, implying deception] and scam me. Anyway, he only took a few items. The basement is full of legendary weapons.”

“Really? How many?”

“Enough to arm at least a thousand people.”

“A thousand magical weapons?”

Drais’s mouth dropped open.

*Damn it. Jackpot.*

They were being outnumbered by the Stone Head Church anyway. So the only way was to upgrade their items as much as possible.

Thanks to that, Bidet, Lulu, and the Dwarves were only sleeping three or four hours a day and working hard.

Upgrading ten ships. Making magical weapons. Installing defensive towers.

But if Preetia distributed a thousand legendary items to the regular soldiers, it would be a huge boon.

If Legion had heard Preetia’s words, he would have danced for joy, thinking he had saved a lot of money.

“Let’s go, to get the magical weapons.”

*Yes, we must go. We must.*

Preetia opened a portal.

She and Drais stepped into the portal.

And when they arrived above their lair—

They witnessed a bizarre sight.

Three men and women floating above the lair. Thousands of Guardians with unique magical power filling the ground.

The Guardians were raiding the lair.

“Damn it, it’s an empty house. Who abandoned their house? Jackpot. Legendary lair items are piled up.”

“Take everything. All the Dragons have been summoned, so they won’t have time to care about this anyway.”

The Guardians were raiding Preetia’s lair.

Preetia’s blood pressure soared to the top of her head.