Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Assault (2)

TL: Potato-tan

Proofreader: Asianpotato

 

“Worthless trash.”

 

Calia’s shout accompanied a large gash across a goblin’s chest, revealing chipped ribs and a pulsing heart.

 

The goblin screamed and thrust its arms forward, and two crimson flashes cut through the air, her elongated red spear tracing the motion. The monster flopped to the ground in pieces.

 

There was no blood on the corpses. The crimson spear had absorbed everything. Using the spear she held, Calia drew a small amount of the monster’s blood.

 

“Hmm.”

 

She frowned, sensing the devil’s energy. It was Geliotos, the demon who had corrupted her.

 

In her old body, she would have been affected by Geliotos’ energy. She couldn’t say how it would affect her now. It certainly wouldn’t be good.

 

Aellasis stood behind Calia, her body brimming with mana. She was part of a race that naturally gained wisdom and magic secrets as they lived. For now, she could only control the elements of cold and lightning, but her control was steadily increasing.

 

“M, Mercy!”

 

“Fire! It’s fire!”

 

Thud!

 

Aellasis’s small, delicate foot slammed into the ground. It was not a forceful stomp, but it sent a small vibration and sound through the area.

 

Swoosh━

 

A mist of cold air spread out beneath her feet. It was mist, but it spread with incredible speed. The bloodstains on the dirt floor froze over, and the fires consuming the tents and buildings slowly began to die down.

 

Men who had been rolling around, their clothes and oil-soaked armor on fire, looked up at her with dazed faces. Aellasis spoke calmly.

 

“Get up. And fight.”

 

“Y, Yes!”

 

The mercenaries quickly scrambled to their feet, weapons in hand. It was uncertain how many would fight the goblins and how many would flee. However, those with common sense would prefer to engage in combat with the goblins rather than finding themselves lost in the forest without any shelter.

 

After saving the humans, Aellasis once again released her mana into the air. Moisture in the air swirled and condensed into white, becoming spears of ice, while crackling electricity weaved itself into bolts of lightning.

 

Her muscles were still sore, and Calia had not cast a spell to aid her movements, so Aellasis focused on sniping the goblins from afar.

 

“Hup.”

 

With a small exhale, she clenched her hand, and the spears of ice and bolts of lightning shot through the air, freezing and shocking goblins.

 

The humans, their lives momentarily saved, swung their weapons and finished off the goblins.

 

Ignoring the humans’ thanks, Aellasis tilted her head and glanced at Calia. Calia was not usually one to join a fight.

 

She would often stay in Russell’s shadow, coming out only to share meals, braid Aellasis’s hair, or sleep together.

 

Though she called her an old lady, Aellasis secretly couldn’t deny that she enjoyed having Calia stroke her hair. The girl asked,

 

“Calia. Why are you so angry?”

 

“Hm? What do you mean, angry?”

 

“You said not to let my emotions get in the way of the fight.”

 

Swish!

 

Calia, who had just split a monster from its crown to its groin, turned her head.

 

“I’m not angry. It’s just, um. I got my sleep interrupted.”

 

“Now that you mention it, you were sleeping with me earlier. But when I awoke, you had already left.”

 

“HmM. Aellasis. I don’t think you need to ask.”

 

“Kai?”

 

Kai, who had been heading towards the tents where the merchants were staying, walked over, wiping the blood on his head with his hand. He looked like he had taken a bath in blood, with his hands, arms, chest, and face all covered in the dark liquid. Cuttings revealed Kai’s own blood here and there.

 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

 

“This much is fine.”

 

“That’s good. But what do you mean I don’t need to ask?”

 

Kai averted his gaze, then met Calia’s icy stare and involuntarily swallowed.

 

No matter how orcish he was, the stare of a woman who had missed 800 years of happiness was terrifying.

 

“I, It’s nothing. Should we move to the opposite side? It seems like there are Gremlins, Kobolds, and Kespers running around.”

 

The devil’s energy had not only strengthened the goblins, but also infiltrated the palisade. Other monsters and beasts that lived in the forest had slowly made their way in, drawn by the scent of blood.

 

“Yeah. I guess.”

 

Aellasis tilted her head but did not refuse. It was then.

 

Boom!

 

In a corner of the camp, a loud noise and a blue flame erupted. Everyone’s gaze turned towards it. Calia said,

 

“It’s a devil’s fire.”

 

“Towards Russell?”

 

The three quietly watched the flames and nodded.

 

“It seems we don’t have to go.”

 

“It seems we don’t have to go.”

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

The night sky covered clouds that had been blowing in from somewhere. With the starlight and moonlight blocked out, the camp seemed to have draped itself in an even thicker cloak of darkness.

 

Within that black cloak, a blue flame ran wild.

 

Poof!

 

Russell jumped back, avoiding the flames that erupted from the body of the orc wielding a staff. It was unlike any normal flame.

 

Russell circulated his mana throughout his burning body to cool it down, and glared at the orc. His mana-infused eyes burned like will-o’-the-wisps.

 

In his eyes, he could see the black energy surrounding the orc. Demonic energy. The dirt beneath the orc’s feet was turning black, while the grass around him was turning yellow and withering away.

 

Russell took a short breath and stomped on the ground again. With a thud, dirt and rocks shot skyward, yet he had already vanished.

 

Clang! A loud noise rang out, and a broadsword stopped an inch in front of the staff in the air.

 

The green tendrils extended from the bone staff and writhed, attempting to wrap around the broadsword.

 

Russell ignored the tendrils trying to grab Nahilnir and forcefully pushed them away. Clack, clack, clack. The sound of grinding metal rang out in the empty air, accompanied by sparks.

 

Then, the orc’s arm, half-cut off by Russell’s axe and hanging on by a thread, rapidly regenerated into a fist. As the clenched fist filled with demon energy, its green skin turned a grayish color. It then swung.

 

Russell raised his left hand and blocked the orc’s punch with the side of the axe he was holding. With a loud boom, the ground beneath them shattered and spread out in a circle.

 

“Gah!”

 

With a roar, an incredible force surged from the orc. The Orc knocked aside Russell’s broadsword and axe in the brief power struggle, leaving his upper body wide open.

 

The orc immediately swung its staff and cast a demonic spell. In an instant, Russell’s body was filled with a terrible sense of weakness, dizziness, nausea, and ringing in his ears. Chaos engulfed his five senses.

 

Russell’s eyes flashed just before all his senses became blocked. And in the midst of the relentless torrent of spells, he barely found a gap and cut into it with his sword and axe.

 

Sizzle━!

 

The sound of paper tearing released Russell from the spell, causing him to raise his head. His eyes saw an invisible, transparent energy gathering in the air.

 

The energy, swirling like a whirlpool, cut through the wind and landed on Russell.

 

Kaboom!

 

The ground shattered with a sound akin to multiple bombs bursting.

 

Those who had been watching the fight between the Orc and Russell without daring to intervene screamed and ran away. However, the transparent energy crushed them, transforming them into fountains of blood.

 

Amidst the relentless bombardment of spells, crumbling buildings, and the earth revealing its red insides, Tumelun, the orc wielding the demon energy, smiled cruelly, watching the lives crushed like ants, unable to resist the overwhelming power.

 

Tumelun was a Shaman who had received mana, magic, and spells from the Devil Geliotos. He had long thought that the Orcs needed to change.

 

They could not continue living in the mountains, forests, and caves, hunting and killing humans and other monsters. They now had to go out into the world.

 

He had silenced opposing opinions by demonstrating the devil’s overwhelming power. The old orcs said that they should no longer antagonize humans.

 

They said they should find the God they had forgotten. They said that only then would they stop losing their minds, escape their savage lives, and become part of the world.

 

There was a legend that, long ago, a group of Orcs who believed in a god named Vulcan had interacted with other intelligent beings and even developed a civilization.

 

‘Nonsense!’

 

Tumelun shook his head.

 

They had superior physical abilities and reproductive abilities compared to humans. They were only inferior to humans and other intelligent beings because they lacked mana sensitivity.

 

Tumelun himself was a shaman, but that was more like using tricks with herbs and insignificant primitive spirits. With such tricks, he could only create a campfire.

 

Tumelun had decided to start by burning this camp to the ground, testing out the mana and spells he had received from the devil. The test had been a success.

 

But why had he briefly lost consciousness earlier? It was as if something had spoken through his mouth, but he couldn’t remember what it said.

 

Then a streak of light cut through his thoughts. It was a white axe. If he had not strengthened his arm with demonic energy earlier, it would have completely severed Tumelun’s arm and split his upper body in two.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Tumelun hurriedly raised his staff, summoning the power of the devil. The bone staff his master had made for him breathed out blue flames.

 

It was a heat that seemed like it could melt even steel, but the axe remained intact as it flew towards Tumelun and embedded itself in his chest. Thankfully, it did not cut him in half.

 

The reason for this was the weakening of his momentum. But as a terrible chill began to emanate from the axe, Tumelun could not remain still.

 

“Ack, graaaah. . . . . . . .!”

 

Tumelun planted his staff in the ground and extracted the axe from his chest. A smoky frost had covered his upper body by now. Tumelun threw the axe away with trembling arms.

 

Suddenly, his head snapped up. The man with whom he had fought earlier owned this axe. The spells had stopped when he was in pain and unable to control his mana.

 

The surroundings were in chaos. There were traces of a transparent giant stomping around and tearing up the earth. Dust filled the air, and endless screams rose and fell in waves from here and there.

 

Then, something black ran out of the dust. It was a man with dirt and dust all over him, but with a face that showed no wounds and purple flames burning from his eyes.

 

Russell could sense that this orc was much closer to a devil than the one he had met before, Luganes, and that his magic was also stronger.

 

He wore a thick bearskin cape, a feathered hat, and a bone staff. He looked like a shaman.

 

It didn’t matter. For now, he wanted to rip that bastard’s head off his shoulders.

 

Tumelun had never dreamed that Russell would survive that baptism of spells. He hurriedly raised his bone staff and tried to chant a spell.

 

“Gasp. . . . . .!”

 

However, the impact of the previously embedded axe in his chest was interfering with his movements. The chill that had reached near his heart was damaging his organs, muscles, and mana circuits, preventing him from summoning his mana. His regeneration was also slow.

 

And by the time Tumelun looked forward again, Russell’s greatsword had already passed through his head.

 

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