Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 476

Magic is Learned for Nothing – 477

# 477

In the Midst of the Onslaught 2

Jacket opened the castle gates and went outside with a hundred of his direct subordinates to find the scouts.

The fog was much thicker below the castle walls than it was above.

It was as if some foreign substance had sunk to the bottom and was clinging to the walls and the surrounding area.

He had never seen such thick fog before.

The Lycanthrope soldiers focused their five senses.

The reason they possessed superior combat power compared to humans was not simply because they were stronger, bigger, and had thicker skin.

It was because their five senses were naturally hundreds of times more developed than those of humans.

If they remembered a certain smell, they could detect it from kilometers away.

“Like dogs?”

“Well, dogs or wolves.”

“Aren’t they similar species anyway?”

“Well, it is a bit strange.”

“There are werewolf and tiger-human, but why aren’t there dog-human?”

“They are definitely in the wolf family.”

“Could it be that their ancestors intentionally omitted them because dogs are friendly with humans?”

“Or could it be that the term ‘dog-human’ doesn’t sound good, so they weren’t created?”

“Ah! Thinking about it, there is one.”

“Dog-human.”

“Dog-humanoid.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“I see. Now I understand.”

“Dog-human is a term used when cursing.”

Jacket finally understood the origin of ‘son of a bitch.’ He would have been overjoyed under normal circumstances, but the current situation was not very bright or hopeful.

“Can you hear our comrades’ voices?”

Jacket asked his subordinates.

“They’ve disappeared.”

“Disappeared?”

“Yes. Should we continue forward?”

The adjutant asked.

Jacket looked at the adjutant. Even though he was right next to him, his entire body looked faintly visible, like frost on a glass window. The other subordinates were the same.

The figures of the subordinates a few meters away were not visible at all.

He only knew that they were walking in a line through his senses.

In reality, the Lycanthropes were extremely tense. In their minds, they were cursing, ‘Damn it, Jacket, why did you bring us out here!’

“This is exactly the kind of situation where we die. Even if we’re just extras, is it okay to use us up like this? I don’t want to die here.”

One Lycanthrope soldier said.

“You don’t even have a name. So be quiet. If you’re lucky enough to survive here, you might get a name too.”

“Damn it, I have to survive here, don’t I?”

“Run away as soon as you sense something is wrong. Look. There’s an immense bloodlust in the fog.”

“Just one scout. Let’s just save one scout and go back.”

“I wish we could.”

The nameless soldiers nodded.

“Aaaah, it hurts. Save me.”

The voices of the scouts, which had stopped for a while, could be heard.

“This way!”

A soldier shouted. The other soldiers perked up their ears. They cautiously moved towards the direction of the voice. Jacket and the adjutant also moved with the subordinates from the rear.

The soldier at the front found the scout.

“Here he is.”

He raised his voice slightly. That was enough for his comrades to understand.

The soldiers gathered around.

“Are you okay?”

They asked the staggering scout. They felt something was wrong, so they couldn’t approach him.

He was half human and half Lycanthrope. His entire body was covered with wriggling tentacles.

He waved his hands and repeated, “It hurts, it hurts.”

“Aaaah, of course it hurts.”

Something’s strange.

The voice saying ‘it hurts’ sounds a little different. How should I put it? It feels subtly off.

That’s why the soldiers couldn’t easily approach him.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and take the scout back to the castle.”

Jacket ordered.

Frankly, the soldiers were reluctant to approach the scout. The numerous tentacles embedded in his body kept wriggling. Somehow, it felt like those tentacles would attack them.

“Hurry!”

Jacket urged.

The soldiers had no choice but to approach the scout.

The scout’s appearance became a little clearer.

“Hehe, gotcha again. You guys.”

The soldiers froze.

The scout was already dead. The numerous tentacles stuck in his body were connected to some monster.

At least 10 meters in size.

It was a bizarrely shaped monster that they had never seen before.

Its entire body was covered in tentacles. In the area that seemed to be its face, eyeballs rolled around 360 degrees. Dozens of scouts next to him were repeating ‘it hurts’ in the same way.

Jacket also confirmed the monster’s appearance.

It was a monster he had never seen before.

But he had a feeling of what it was.

It was very similar to the appearance he had seen in the ‘Undead Bestiary’ [a book describing undead creatures] left by his ancestors.

Jacket had been so terrified when he saw that undead that someone had drawn, that he had almost peed his pants.

“N, no way… A Jester Hunter?”

Jester Hunter.

It was a Tier 3 Undead [a classification of undead based on power].

If you were to simply compare their strength, it could be said that they had similar combat power to one Lycanthrope regiment, making them one of the worst Tier 3 Undead.

The Jester Hunters attack their opponents with numerous tentacles. They also absorb the consciousness of their opponents to deceive their enemies.

Just like now.

Jacket and the soldiers had been completely deceived.

Unfortunately, not a single one of them made it back to the castle.

Swish, swish.

The Jester Hunter, who had devoured all the Lycanthrope soldiers, gradually approached the castle walls.

Behind them…

An undead army of over 200,000 followed.

There are plenty of Lycanthropes. A race overflowing with magic.

Everyone, rampage!

Eat!

Tear them apart and start a blood party.

Evolve and stain the continent with blood!

The Tier 3 evolved undead licked their tongues and began to climb over the walls of the Lycanthrope kingdom.

Quietly-

Secretly-

* * *

“Breaking news!”

A scout who had transformed into dozens of bats flew into the Vampire Kingdom’s royal castle.

The bats merged and instantly transformed into a human form. The scout knelt on one knee, revealing sharp fangs, and shouted.

“The Lycanthrope Kingdom has fallen.”

Queen Sharon’s ministers let out shallow groans at the scout’s words.

They had a hunch.

A race with immense combat power that was by no means inferior to the Vampire Kingdom.

Giving them advice was an insult to their pride. Nevertheless, they warned them.

“You guys are incredibly dangerous. So, stay sharp. The Stone Head Church’s crazy fanatics are targeting you!”

They would have understood the words unless they were fools.

They were currently in a peace treaty, but they had lived as lifelong rivals. Such an opponent had warned them?

It also meant that a much greater danger than they had anticipated was approaching.

So, the Lycanthropes had made thorough preparations.

But the result was as it is now.

Only about a week had passed since they had been warned.

In the meantime, the Lycanthrope Kingdom had fallen. It was an unbelievably rapid advance.

Simply fanatics?

No.

They have something we don’t know.

“Explain in detail what happened!”

Lucas, Sharon’s older brother, who had no desire for power and lived as a traveler, raised his voice.

Sharon had recalled all the troops stationed outside. She sent a message to Lucas as well.

“Please come back immediately and help me. Brother.”

Lucas had said when he left, ‘We may never see each other again. Just by being here, we could be exposed to power struggles. So, it’s better for me not to be here. Live well, my sister.’

Sharon had seen Lucas off with tears in her eyes.

But now was not the time to be picky. The help of Lucas, the kingdom’s strongest magic warrior, was absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, Lucas, realizing the seriousness of the situation, returned immediately.

The world was already engulfed in the flames of war. Everywhere he went, there were only refugees, Stone Head Church followers, and the undead.

Dragons would often appear and breathe fire on cities, turning them to ashes.

In this situation, Lucas could not insist on traveling.

For Sharon, Lucas’s joining felt like gaining a thousand troops.

“Rather than speaking… it would be better to see it for yourselves.”

The scout showed everyone a video taken with a drone purchased from the Legion Territory.

Something was densely attached to the castle walls, which were of tremendous height, not at all lower than those of the Vampire Kingdom.

When the screen was zoomed in, it could be seen that they were undead. The undead were too active.

First of all, they were fast.

Zombies and ghouls could not be that fast.

“Wh, what is that?”

One of the ministers pointed to the undead slaughtering the Lycanthropes on the castle walls.

There were at least 100 of them.

They were Jester Hunters.

Multiple of the worst undead, so rare that you might only see them once if you went down 100 floors of an ancient dungeon, had appeared.

The problem was not just the Jester Hunters.

Hundreds of Lycanthropes fell at once. Luminous orbs of various colors were extracted from their entire bodies. Somehow, it could only be expressed as those orbs of light being forcibly extracted.

It was sucked into the mouth of a bizarre-looking undead with three heads.

It was one of the legendary undead called Soul Reavers.

In the sky, a skeleton flapped huge pairs of black wings.

It didn’t look like a simple skeleton.

It was qualitatively different from the skeletons summoned by Shuttle. The evil energy they emitted made even the Lycanthropes with powerful bodies shudder.

Dark Angels.

Hundreds of Dark Angels hunted Lycanthropes indiscriminately.

Their attack power was beyond imagination.

No, it was too cruel.

Even a graze from their attacks caused the Lycanthropes’ flesh to rot and fester.

It only took 10 minutes for the skin of their entire body to completely necrose and bring death.

At least Olkill, the king of the Lycanthropes, and his personal guard were fighting fiercely, but it seemed to be only a matter of time before the castle walls collapsed.

“Hmm, that is…”

Lucas gasped in surprise.

“What is it? Brother.”

“I never thought I’d see something like that…”

Lucas pointed to a remote area on the screen. Something was soaring madly into the sky from there. Numerous dead were throwing themselves towards it as if trying to commit suicide.

The skin was torn, and the bones were crushed.

Nevertheless, they threw away new lives without a care.

It was getting bigger and bigger.

The height was as high as 200 meters or more. Numerous dead became the outer walls. They waved their arms wildly and shouted, ‘Kill the living! Kill the living!’

“What on earth is that?”

Even the knowledgeable Sharon was seeing a bizarrely shaped monster for the first time.

“Dark Tower. It’s a monster I saw in an ancient bestiary I obtained during an ancient dungeon exploration.”

“Dark Tower?”

“When the souls of 100,000 dead combine, such a high-level undead is born. You can’t see it in ordinary battlefields. It’s a type of high-level undead that can only be seen in large-scale wars like Armageddon.”

“H, how strong is it?”

“Think of it as the condensed power of 100,000 undead. That power is… at the national level.”

“Y, you mean it has national-level power? Just one of them?”

“It’s better to explain it simply. It’s an undead equivalent to a Bone Dragon.”

The most widely known top-level undead in the world is the Bone Dragon. It’s a little different from a Lich [a powerful undead spellcaster].

If a Lich feels like a ‘Demon King’ who invades humans with the troops they create, a Bone Dragon has a strong feeling of being a final weapon that destroys the city itself as a single entity.

So, it was much more difficult to stop a Bone Dragon.

The Bone Dragon that appeared in the Holy City of Poman.

The Bone Dragon, which is now the summon of the Lich Mamon, was originally one of the youngest dragons.

Dragons get stronger in proportion to their age.

If a Wyrm-class dragon or an Ancient-class dragon had turned into a Bone Dragon…

That power would have been 10 times or even 100 times greater.

The power of a Bone Dragon was beyond imagination.

An undead comparable to that had appeared?

The problem was that there was not only the Dark Tower.

Legendary undead such as Jester Hunters, Predation Beasts, Soul Reavers, and Dark Angels were also being created in large numbers.

They were being born continuously while slaughtering the Lycanthropes.

Kukukukung!

Finally, the walls of the Lycanthrope kingdom were destroyed by the Dark Tower. Through the gap, strengthened and evolved undead poured in like a flood.

They no longer needed to watch the video to know what the result would be.

All the ministers looked at Sharon with anxious eyes.

Please tell us how we can survive!

“The kingdom…”

Sharon bit her lip as if she had made a decision.

“We abandon our homeland.”