Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Ruins (1)

TL: Potato-tan

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“Cough, cough!”

With a cough, a man spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood that splattered on the cave floor was black.

The virtual body he had implemented in the audience chamber was shattered, inflicting a severe blow on his actual body.

“Cough, cough, wheeze. Why now of all times…”

Deckers, who had spat out a few more curses, raised his pale face and crossed his legs. Then, as he sat there, magic powers fluctuated around him.

“Ugh, ugh! Ughhh!”

“Aaaaagh!”

Deckers was not the only one in the cave. There were four or five people, all tied up and lying on the floor with their arms, legs, and mouths bound.

Judging from their clothes, luggage, and bags, they seemed to be just travelers or adventurers. They didn’t seem to have been confined for too long, as there was no dirt on them.

They screamed and struggled as Deckers’ magic power fluctuated, turning into several black tentacles that wriggled around.

“Ughhh!”

They tried to crawl away like insects, but in the end, Deckers’s black magic tentacles pierced their bodies, and their attempts to escape were in vain.

The screams and cries that had filled the dark cave stopped. Deckers uncrossed his legs and stood up. His skin and complexion, which had been pale from coughing up blood, became fresh and new.

On the other hand, his surroundings were filled with corpses that had become as thin and shriveled as mummies.

Deckers glanced at the corpses with cold eyes and stepped outside. There were corpses sprawled outside the cave as well. They were Shadelloc’s subordinates who had been guarding and watching over the people inside the cave.

Deckers glanced at the sun, which was past noon, and smiled. His sharp features twisted into a strange smile as he raised the corners of his mouth.

“That arrogant bastard. I’ll personally skin him and slit his throat. The women were half-decent, so I’ll make them all slaves.”

And he muttered something like a spell and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was paper with a gold border and gold letters.

Deckers tore the paper, and a flash of light erupted from it. He disappeared from the spot. All that remained were the mummified corpses sprawled on the cave floor.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Bang!

The ones who opened the door and rushed in were the servant who had guided Russell’s party earlier and the servants who seemed to be in charge of managing the audience chamber.

However, all of them were expressionless, with no emotion on their faces, and their eyes emitted a faint red glow.

Crucially, Russell’s senses failed to detect any signs of life in them. They were like the golems that had served as the core of the virtual space where they had been imprisoned for a while.

Grr-o-o-o-o-o-

With an unbelievable roar from human vocal cords, the expressionless servants rushed past the door and towards them.

Russell wielded his heavy-looking greatsword in one hand and swung it.

Clang, clang, clang!

The servants, who had raised both arms and rushed in like zombies, were pushed back with a ringing sound. Russell’s strength pushed back four or five of them at once, but what was surprising was that the servants’ bodies were not badly injured.

The servant’s skin, which had been cut by Nahilnir’s blade, was badly torn. The black, shiny skin inside was scratched, but it didn’t appear to have suffered a major blow.

As the ringing sound suggested, the golems had a strong exoskeleton.

Grr-o-o-o-o-o-!

The golems, who had stepped back, rushed in again, their fake flesh jangling. They seemed very confident, as if Russell’s four sword strikes were no longer effective. Of course, it was impossible for mindless golems to have such thoughts, but that was how it felt to Russell.

Russell swung Nahilnir horizontally.

Swish!

The golem’s outer skin, which had repelled the sword until now, was cut as easily as butter this time. The golems, whose waists were cut and their upper and lower bodies separated, fell to the floor.

However, they still seemed to function in that state, as their legs crawled around as legs and their upper bodies as upper bodies, trying to approach Russell. He held Nahilnir and stabbed the golems’ upper bodies with swordsmanship.

Then, as if the struggle had been a lie, the golems’ movements stopped. Russell retrieved the sword he had stabbed into his head. A green stone was impaled on the blade. It was the magic stone that powered the golems.

The magic stone that had served as the core of the golem flickered with a pshh, pshh sound as Russell’s magic power reached it, and soon it lost its color and became a black stone.

It wouldn’t be impossible to use it again if it was recharged with magic power, but it would be troublesome. Russell threw the stone on the floor and looked ahead.

Behind the four golems, dozens more golems were standing with expressionless faces. There was no reaction from the golems, whose upper and lower bodies had been separated earlier. Of course, that was to be expected since they were inanimate objects in the first place.

Russell shook his head and raised his greatsword. Something like a ripple spread over the blade, and soon magic power was poured over it, and the blade began to shine.

Russell kicked the floor, wielding the greatsword wrapped in blue magic power. The golems crossed their arms as they watched Russell charge.

Bang!

One of the room’s walls collapsed completely. Russell and dozens of golems rolled over the wide corridor. Farrells, Irrucil, and Aellasis followed behind.

“Ugh, there are so many golems.”

“Nothing we can’t handle.”

At Farrell’s words, Irrucil smiled slightly on her cold face and spread her hands. Then, white iron chains, which seemed to have been made at some point, were scattered and struck the golems.

Grr-u-u-u-u

The golems were pushed back by the baptism of chains. However, they were not pushed back as much as Irrucil had initially thought.

She knitted her eyebrows.

The outer skin that had been covering humans until now was shattered into pieces. The shiny skeletal golems inside stood up, seemingly unharmed, and closed the distance.

“It looks like it’s going to be difficult.”

“. . . . . . .”

On both sides of Russell’s party, who had emerged from the lord’s interview room, there was a wide corridor in front of them, and countless golems were approaching through the corridor.

It appeared that all of the servants in the inner citadel had already died and had all been transformed into Deckers’ golem army.

Even Russell had almost overlooked the abnormality in the audience chamber. The golems’ disguise was almost perfect. And it was probably also due in part to the magical formulas built into the inner citadel itself, which had confused the senses of Russell and his party, the intruders.

The number of golems entering through the corridors seemed to exceed one hundred. Although they looked like ordinary humans in skin and clothing, the green light shining in their eyes and the way they walked with the same posture and movements were enough to inspire fear.

However, Russell’s party did not feel much fear in front of them. They had been through too much for that.

Russell took Final Frost out of his coat, held it in his left hand, and held Nahilnir in his right hand.

“No one here can’t handle their own here, right?”

“Of course!”

“Yes.”

“Uh, I’m not actually…”

Aellasis, who had spoken in a confident voice, had her eyes split vertically like a reptile’s pupils, and small horns grew out of her head.

Irrucil formed chains and wrapped them around her arms. And Farrell raised his sword with a gloomy face.

Grr-o-o-o-o-o-!

And the golems charged in. In an instant, the golems, who had transformed both of their hands into long blades, pressed down from above, below, left, and right.

Thud, the stone of the corridor that Russell was stepping on, was crushed into the shape of a footprint. Russell’s figure vanished, only to reappear in front of the golems.

Whoosh!

The axe and greatsword intertwined in a scissor-like manner. Surprisingly, the golems reacted to Russell’s amazing movement and transformed their bodies into blades or formed shields to block it.

But it was of no use. The hard shields and blades were shattered and broken like sugar cane, and their bodies were crushed. Russell moved around among the golems with movements that were almost inhuman.

As long as the green magic stone existed, the golems’ self-repair ability exceeded the regeneration of a troll. Even if their heads or chests, which were expected to be located universally, were crushed and split, they did not easily stop operating and swung their blades.

He dodged a blade aimed at his head with his ax, then punched a hole in the golem’s chest with his elbow. Russell’s eyes glowed. His eyes, which shone with magic, scanned the golem whose chest had split open, revealing its insides.

Finding the core was not difficult. Russell swung Nahilnir and cut off the magic stone.

The red light in the eyes of the golem, which had been cut vertically all the way to its crotch, went out. However, there were still countless golems remaining.

Golems, characterized by their black, shiny exoskeletons and human-shaped, slender bodies, possess the ability to transform their limbs into various weapons or armor for combat.

However, it was clear that they were not without weaknesses.

Their reaction speed was excellent, but they could only attack in a straight line and could not respond completely to attacks from a blind spot. Of course, even that alone was a spec that ordinary mercenaries or soldiers would find difficult to deal with.

For one thing, their bodies were so hard that they could repel most weapons, and even if they attacked in a straight line, they were so terrifyingly fast that they would be sliced to death before they could even predict the trajectory or range.

Russell moved faster than the golems, dismembering them with precise axe swings and sword thrusts and smashing their cores. Irrucil stood still and looked at the ten golems surrounding her with a calm gaze. The golems, having completed their encirclement, emitted a sharp green light from their eyes, and both of their hands transformed into long, black iron blades that shone.

And with flawless speed and movement, they thrust the tips of their swords toward Irrucil. Irrucil seemed to be about to be stabbed by ten blades and torn to pieces.

Clang, clang, clang!

That did not happen. The golems tried desperately to move their blades just before they touched Irrucil’s skin. However, the chains that had risen and fallen from the floor and ceiling were completely wrapped around the golems, making it impossible to move.

In the gaps between the chains that were made like the bars of a birdcage from above and below, the golems were completely blocked, as if they were caught in a spider’s web, from their limbs to their necks, arms, and legs, and even between their joints.

Irrucil raised her hand. A white, smooth hand. It was a hand with transparent skin that appeared to have a slightly pink hue, but it could crush even hard stones into sand if magic power was concentrated.

As she raised her hand and clenched her fist, the chains wrapped around the golems’ limbs and necks began to tremble with a hum.

As all the chains vibrated, the surroundings were filled with a noise like hundreds of thousands of bees flying and buzzing. And at some point, the golems’ hard bodies burst with a bang, bang!

Irrucil’s black eyes flashed in search of her next prey amidst the scattered wreckage.

“Aaaagh!”

“Farrells! Hold on!”

“T, That’s not easy. . . Ugh!”

Farrells was with Aellasis. In front of Farrells, who was holding a sword in both hands, a golem with a double-handed blade swung down from above with a grinding noise.

“Huff!”

Farrells stepped back with his right foot and forward with his left, channeling all his strength into his stomach. The sword, held horizontally, collided with the golem’s blade, firmly supporting the lower body and the upper body above it.

With a clang, the golem’s double-handed blade swung around at high speed. The blade swung from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

With his bare eyes, Farrells could see the trajectory and the next movement, and he was able to respond to them. However, the golem’s brute strength. With a monstrous strength that was far beyond that of an ordinary person, the teeth of Farrell’s blade were chipped, and it began to shake.

But he held on. Until the wizard behind him finished all the spells, his entire body was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were constantly rolling. However, the excessive use of magic power was causing his blood vessels to burst and swell.

He held on. As she kicked the ground and stretched her hand forward, Aellasis shouted.

“Frozen Earth, Thunderous Advance!”

The magic that spread from Aellasis’s right foot, through spells, willpower, incantations, and trigger words, distorted reality.

The floor and walls of the corridor froze in an instant, and the glass windows, unable to withstand the cold, shattered all at once. The cold that rose from the ankles instantly froze all the golems within a radius of 30 meters. Aellasis’s magical power and prowess, which had been remarkable in the past, stood out.

Waves rippled in the air with a bang from Aellasis’ fingertip, and soon a tremendous thunderclap erupted.

And a blue-white lightning bolt formed from the tip of her index finger and raced between the frozen golems. Despite their efforts to change the location of their cores, the golems were shattered  by the overwhelming destructive power.

While everyone fought hard in their respective positions, Russell faced the golems in the frontal corridor. That was where he faced the most golems.

There were eight blades that swirled like arrows. Russell’s eyes moved quickly, calculating the time, trajectory, direction, and position of all the blades flying in.

Then, the signals sent from his brain drew magic, which flowed through his body, permeating his muscles, allowing for incredible reaction speeds, contractions, and relaxations, resulting in smooth movements.

Thud, thud, thud!

The result was that in a split second, faster than the blink of an eye, the eight blades that had failed to pierce Russell’s body were all deflected at once.

The deflected golems stepped back. And for some reason, they did not rush in right away, but instead stood still and suddenly began to gather together.

“What?”

As Russell watched with bewildered eyes, three or four golems that had gathered at high speed merged into one, becoming a giant golem. It was almost 2 meters tall, with a huge body, two more arms, and a large green magic stone protruding from its chest.

“I didn’t think you’d still be alive. You’re far more tenacious than I expected.”

And a familiar voice came from the merged golem. It was the voice of the wizard, Deckers.

“But this is where it ends. My golem, carefully crafted by me, Le-Bacuun, will━”

Bang!

Deckers’ voice was unnaturally cut off. An unknown impact had slammed the golem to the floor. Russell’s foot was on the golem’s head.

Creak, creak. . .

The golem struggled desperately, moving its four arms. However, only its arms flailed around, and the head that Russell was trampling on did not move an inch.

“Hey, rat.”

Russell said.

“Take care of your neck. I won’t miss next time.”

“Yo. . . u. . .”

With a crack, the golem’s head was crushed as easily as nothing.

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