The Rebirth Of The Hero’S Party’S Archmage [EN]: Chapter 231

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Irritation flares.

It’s not just that little wyrm; this mage is also grating on my nerves, like a knife scraping at them.

‘I don’t know why.’

Every time those things open their mouths, I hear another voice. Is it some kind of hallucination magic?

How infuriating… In that instant, thoughts swirled from Elamas’s hands, each taking its own form.

The scythe that reaps life, Bahsharoh. A transcendent weapon bestowed upon the lizard lord by his kin.

“Oh? Then I’ll just have to bury you alongside that trash.”

An attack is coming….

Rain judged as much and focused his mind, but it was his body that needed to move.

Because it was the True Dragon that moved its massive form, charging in ferociously.

There’s no skill or trickery in that movement, but that mountain-like physique itself is a powerful technique.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The True Dragon’s landing, the splitting of the earth’s axis, the scattering of shattered paving stones, and even the creation of a pit.

‘What is this speed…!’

He desperately threw himself into the air, his body tumbling across the ground, barely escaping the range of the attack.

To be able to perform such movements with that massive body, I truly feel the majesty of an absolute being.

If it were just speed, it wouldn’t be a big problem, but….

[Aruuu!]

As Elamas crossed his arms forcefully, the True Dragon’s foreleg detached from its body. Like a doll.

‘This is…’

Before he could even get to his feet, that foreleg rushed fiercely towards him.

‘Right in front of me…!’

How did they link that?

That the True Dragon’s power and necromancy could achieve such a close connection.

And the fact that I can’t just focus on the True Dragon is another huge problem.

He barely managed to raise his staff to block the attack, but his body flew backward as if it had been hit by a giant rock.

“Aki re-emerges!”

If Aki hadn’t appeared in front of Rain at that moment, sending that foreleg flying with a long hit.

“Aki…!”

This isn’t the time to be happy.

Aki can’t hold out for long either. I can tell just by looking at her trembling fist.

I have to end this quickly. Before the situation turns for the worst.

“Your ‘Domain of Soul’ probably comes from exploration, but you can’t beat my Otherworld with that, even if you die and come back to life!”

While he was focused on the True Dragon, Elamas’s scythe of death, riding on the dragon’s back, flew in, drawing a sharp arc.

‘But what is he saying? A domain derived from exploration?’

Are the Mind Barrier and the Otherworld on the same level? And is there something that influences the power drawn from it?

“Fire Mirror Lotus!”

Numerous sparks spread in all directions, spinning and dancing around my body.

Confirming that half of the sparks combined to deflect the dark scythe, I inscribe new runes on the remaining sparks.

The sparks take the form of blades and rush towards Elamas, who hides behind the dragon’s wings, raising an eyebrow.

“A domain that freely changes power mid-way… Zernic used that freely without even needing a domain!”

I have to find the answer.

I need to figure out why my Mind Barrier falls short of Elamas’s Otherworld.

What secrets are hidden in the Mind Barrier.

‘Victory lies right there.’

* * *

The city filled with the mist of vengeful spirits was so thick that it was hard to even keep your eyes open.

Guiding the way to the spire were Serwayvone’s arrows and Peepy, shining brightly even in the mist.

“What happens when we get to the spire?”

Valensidice, who had connected flame-type illumination magic to Peepy’s trail, asked.

“Y-you play music, and, and they say you can re-establish the barrier with that.”

Indeed, the 1st Archmage, League Wind.

Did he pass down some kind of secret technique only to the royal family, considering the day the barrier would be broken by the Black Water?

But the Dawn Brigade will also be after the prince’s whereabouts, so the road ahead won’t be easy.

“Found them.”

Even before he finished that thought, the brigade members who had been waiting on the rooftops descended to the ground.

Sweat formed on Bart’s hand, gripping the dragon bone spear. It’s not a problem to knock them all down. The problem is time.

The moment this plague spreads throughout the city… I wonder if it will even be possible to control it.

“Pull, fire!”

At that moment, a rain of arrows poured down on the Dawn Brigade, causing the members to flinch and turn around.

It was the kingdom’s soldiers who rushed at them, brandishing spears and swords.

Ashka, the gatekeeper of the west gate, shouted at Ovin, whose eyes had widened.

“Go, Your Highness! We will clear the way!”

Valensidice forcibly slung Ovin, who seemed unable to move his feet and had frozen in place, over his shoulder and began to run.

He must be worried.

He must be hoping that no one dies.

Unlike me, who has become accustomed to compromising with reality, this good heart that pursues ideals even in despair will one day change the world.

“Focus on your mission now, Ovin! If you fail, it won’t just end with those soldiers dying!”

“…!”

“To achieve ideals, some sacrifice is necessary. That’s the unavoidable reality!”

Ovin bit his lip, from which tears were painfully flowing, and after a long time, he finally seemed to have made up his mind and nodded.

‘Even if I can’t go.’

I have to send this guy to the future. I have to help him achieve his ideals.

Just as the outline of the spire began to appear in the mist, at that very moment.

Something cold pierced Valensidice’s back and pierced through the lower part of his heart. In pain beyond limits, his feet stopped on their own.

“L-Lord…!”

Cavelin, the most famous of the javelins used by the fairies for its killing power.

The shaft breaks the moment it hits the target, making it difficult to pull out easily.

Also, because there are holes all over the shaft, the target’s blood drains out in an instant.

‘I’m already anemic….’

Blood poured from Valensidice’s mouth as his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

There’s a fishy smell in my mouth.

My head is spinning. Thoughts don’t form into thoughts. My body is cooling down rapidly.

While barely panting, even though his body seemed to be moving far away, Valensidice took out Kashasure from his waist and swung it wildly.

“Opened a dimension… leading to the spire… go quickly….”

He entrusted the princess, whom he had been carrying under his arm, to the prince’s arms because he had fainted.

“G-go, quickly…!”

Ovin, with tears overflowing from his eyes, shook his head wildly.

“This isn’t the time to cry… to you, your mission… Bart, quickly…!”

I want to go to the end if I could, but if the soldiers’ defense line has been breached, then it’s right for me to stall for time here.

“Me, whom you’ve only known for less than a month… or everyone in this royal castle… choose…!”

Is this a product of coincidence?

Or is it fate?

To experience the same thing as the day I killed my teacher, no, to experience it from the opposite perspective like this.

What did my teacher do back then? He laughed, even more heartily than usual. I can’t laugh that much.

“Go, I’m okay.”

He barely raised the corners of his lips.

Perhaps sensing the resolve in that expression, Bart took Ovin and threw himself into the other side of the dimension.

A silent scream that only those who face death can hear.

He can hear his own heartbeat. He can hear footsteps behind him. He can hear voices. Old-fashioned vocabulary, the language of the fairies.

‘As long as my body can move, I’ll play the role of a teacher….’

He turned his body, but his arm lost strength.

Kashasure slipped from his grasp and his body fell onto the dusty ground.

In the blurring vision, hostile shadows began to appear….

Peeeeeeng.

An arrow flying from the darkness of vengeful spirits pierced Valensidice’s forehead.

* * *

“Hehehehehe! Die!”

The True Dragon spewed black flames into the sky.

The black flames, which had dyed the sky black, split into countless barrages, pouring down relentlessly, melting everything that touched the flames.

‘Even if I try to drag it into close combat…!’

Rain hurriedly makes three hand seals, planting his staff on the ground.

Protection (護), Center (中), Knot (結) [These are likely symbolic gestures or incantations].

The attribute hand seal used is Lightning (雷), deploying a protective barrier centered on speed.

“Are you going to be okay just focusing on this?!”

At that moment, the earth’s axis split open, and a long, hideous, white hand popped out from there.

“My Otherworld is Necromantic Area Control!”

By the time he heard the sound and turned his head, it had already grabbed Rain’s ankle.

I have to let go.

It’s not like it’s an existence that will let go just because I shout to let go, but I can’t turn the attack, the focus, here either.

“If it’s a being without a soul, I can control anything like a doll!”

Finally, the bones in his ankle are being crushed in that grip.

A scream erupts from the primal pain. Don’t be overwhelmed, don’t be dominated by the pain.

He makes the next hand seal in the dizzying pain.

“Rune Inscription Transformation!”

In the form of a wedge.

It’s important to preserve both destructive power and speed.

‘He’s going to attack me in that state?’

Elamas, who hurriedly blocked the lightning wedge with the dragon’s wings, raised an eyebrow.

‘Is that mage out of his mind?’

But that was also the most correct solution in this situation.

He was thinking of ending his life the moment his defensive behavior reverted to that of a primitive man, but in that instant, in that pain, he came up with such a method.

How much combat experience does he have at that young age?

‘His eyes….’

The wedge that he thought would overwhelm him exploded into a fierce cluster of light.

If the vision is blocked, there will naturally be a hole in the necromantic control.

The primitive man’s grip, which was about to break Rain’s ankle, weakened for a moment.

“Aki!”

At that moment, the primitive man’s skull was pulverized in a barrage of flames.

“Aki has reappeared again.”

Setsunen’s gauntlet flashed brightly, as if she was simply happy with her sister’s assistance.

“But no matter how much you struggle!”

Numerous primitive men rise from the dust.

The armor that has not deteriorated even in the ancient seal suggests their status.

They are not just mere primitive men. Ancient warriors who guarded the royal castle of the primitive kingdom.

‘Three hundred? Five hundred? No, a thousand…?’

Panting heavily, he looks around with Aki back-to-back.

‘I’ve never seen or heard of a summoner who handles such a desperate number.’

Although it’s necromancy, the method is not much different from that of a summoner.

‘How much skill do you need to be able to do that?’

Primitive men are primitive men, but the one I need to be most wary of right now is still Elamas.

“Alright, it’s dinner time!”

Because I can guess the outcome of the necromancy from that guy’s movements….

But the problem is that I can’t.

I can’t take my mind off the True Dragon’s black flames and the primitive men who are surrounding me on all sides right now.

“Guaaaaaaaaaaaa……!”

As Elamas swung his scythe, a wave of primitive men rushed in from all directions.

“No matter how fast you are at casting magic!”

He swings and stabs his staff, breaking their jaws, severing their waists, and crushing their limbs.

“It’s useless if I don’t even give you time to use that magic!”

Even if I cast a wide-area binding with Jesseo Swirl Lotus, there’s no end.

The reason there’s no end is that primitive men keep crawling up from the eternal underground and replenishing their numbers without rest.

The situation is already overwhelmingly disadvantageous to anyone who looks at it. It’s important to highlight that. If so.

“Flash Sky Piercing Cannon!”

Concentrating the power of the Wandering Worldly One, the power of the dragon is manifested from the magic activated from his fingertips.

A fierce and violent wave of flames incinerates all the primitive men in its path, rushing forward.

The target is Elamas and the True Dragon….

“From the start, it’s absurd for a mere half-dragon like you to confront a True Dragon head-on!”

Judging that he would overwhelm it with force, a vast abyss is concentrated from the True Dragon’s widely opened mouth.

Kugugugu…!

A prelude to such a powerful force that the entire area is already trembling.

I’ve been waiting.

Only for him to unleash such great power.

For the positions of the True Dragon and Elamas to be fixed in one place.

And Miria, who had been hiding and waiting since earlier, must have been waiting for this moment as well.

“……Mirage?”

Elamas’s expression, which had been soaked in a smile of triumph, froze for a moment.

Is it a mirage created by the black flames?

No, something’s wrong. Can a mirage stretch out this long only vertically?

‘Could this be….’

Combat calculations and conjectures, inferences that would normally be impossible, coldly form in his mind.

He urgently searches for the source of the chilling power with the dragon’s eyes, to the point where a cold sweat runs down his spine. The True Dragon’s corpse and Elamas’s senses are synchronized.

The dragon’s eyes pull the swordsman standing on the broken spire closer.

‘Impossible, how could he…?’

A swordsman with golden short hair fluttering in the storm of thoughts.

The swordsman, whose blood vessels throughout his body are burning red, raises the black sword high with both hands… the sword used by the hero of mankind, the Supreme Star Sword Shirupang [A legendary weapon].

The holy light of Shirupang, burning more intensely than when it was in the doll’s hand, reached its peak, and at that moment, an arc of light tore through the retina.

“───Space-Time Slash!”