Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 155

Chapter 155: The Wind Blowing in the North (3)

 

As Russell finished off the three Odys soldiers fighting alongside the carriage on the left, leaving only the captain, Calia also incapacitated the remaining soldier and wizard.

 

“Ugh, gah. . . . . .”

 

“H,How could you. . . . . .?”

 

Clutching his heart, the warrior, Culio, groaned and collapsed on the wolf’s back. And the wizard, Takman, also had a face of astonishment, with his limbs no longer moving and his magic power motionless.

 

The blood orb that had pierced their hearts had drawn a sealing ritual with blood in that short moment. It was thanks to that that they were able to stay alive even though their hearts had been pierced.

 

At that moment, the carriage began to slow down and came to a complete stop. Then the horse pulling the carriage exhaled roughly and collapsed.

 

Even with Russell, the heaviest of the group, getting out and Calia’s magic reducing the weight of the carriage, it was too much for a single horse to pull a carriage with three people in it. It was more surprising that it had been able to run for so long.

 

As the carriage stopped, the people naturally came to a slow stop. The wolves growled at their masters’ strange reactions. Then, they growled at Calia as she slowly approached.

 

“Be still.”

 

Blood droplets shot out from Calia’s fingertips and rapidly multiplied, binding the wolves’ limbs. Calia, who had descended from the black-furred wolf she had dominated with her own blood, approached the remaining two.

 

“M, Magic power. . . . . .”

 

“You won’t be able to move. Your hearts are now in my hands.”

 

Calia raised her palms in front of Culio and Takman, who were lying face down on the wolf’s saddle and unable to move. Then, red blood crystals rose from her palms and projected two throbbing hearts. They were Culio’s and Takman’s hearts. On the surface of the hearts, a geometric magic circle was drawn, enveloping the hearts.

 

Takman’s eyes opened wide.

 

“That. . . . . .!”

 

At that moment, Culio, who had been crouching as if dead, quickly raised his body and threw a punch at Calia, who had come close.

 

“Die, you witch. . . . . .!”

 

As soon as Culio realized that something had been added to his heart and that it was magic, he gathered the magic power that had been spread throughout his body and put it into his fist.

 

A blow was aimed at a moment of complacency and carelessness, believing that the opponent would be completely incapacitated.

 

However.

 

“You’re throwing away your life.”

 

Puck!

 

One of the two hearts on Calia’s palm turned into a red lump.

 

“Ugh. . . . . .”

 

Culio’s body, which had been about to hit her face with a fist, suddenly stiffened. Then he collapsed to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

 

In the moment before his fist could reach her, her will had pulled the trigger of the magic trap on his heart, and his heart had burst and died.

 

“Culio. . . . . .”

 

Takman looked down at his dead comrade’s face with a desolate expression. His wide-open eyes and gaping mouth vividly captured the agony of his last moments. His pupils, wide open and unyielding, had become dark holes that mindlessly absorbed the light that the brain could not perceive.

 

The surviving Odys wizard swallowed hard and looked up at Calia.

 

Only an understanding of the body, a mastery of blood, and superior magic could have produced the current phenomenon.

 

“You’re not just a mere successor to blood magic. . . . . . Who on earth are you?”

 

The wizard’s attitude towards advanced magic could not help but become humble. Even though they had been hostile enemies who had tried to kill each other just a moment ago,.

 

When Calia did not answer, Takman asked something else.

 

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

 

Calia answered.

 

“Your life will not be decided by me, but by him.”

 

“Him?”

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

As the carriage stopped, Russell got off, and the leader of the Odys warriors, who was also leading the charge, had no choice but to pull on the wolf’s reins to stop his run.

 

However, the distance from the carriage was thirty meters. This was because Kry and the wolves, who had been maintaining their speed rather than stopping with the carriage, were able to slow down only after running a little further.

 

White breath gushed out of Kry and the wolves’ noses and mouths. No matter how excellent a famous horse or an awakened beast, running at full speed for dozens of minutes took a huge toll on their stamina.

 

Nevertheless, Kry took a step forward and pawed the ground. It was a signal that he could still run.

 

“That’s enough. You’ve run enough.”

 

However, Russell already knew how tired Kry was. Kry had been running and pulling the carriage long before they were attacked by Odys. It wouldn’t have been strange if his legs had given out and he had started foaming at the mouth.

 

If it hadn’t been for Russell’s excellent horsemanship and the circulation of magic power to lighten his own weight, he would have been lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

 

“Rest. We still have a long way to go.”

 

Russell patted Kry’s neck with one hand and dismounted. Only then did the black-furred horse take a few steps back.

 

The captain also jumped down from the wolf’s saddle, glaring at Russell. The tamed demon beast wolf he was riding, the Dire Wolf, was also tired.

 

As soon as the captain dismounted, the Dire Wolf sat down. He watched the thick, white breath rise and disappear, then turned his head to look at Russell.

 

The captain was a tall, well-built man who matched the size of the wolf he rode. Muscles that were clearly visible even inside his fur clothing, red, unkempt hair that fluttered in the wind.

 

As he walked slowly towards Russell, raising his magic power, the ground shook in time with his footsteps.

 

“I acknowledge that you are a skilled warrior.”

 

The captain, who was walking towards him, was holding something like a blue stone with a hexahedron shape in his hand.

 

“But because of you, all the men of my 3rd Division are dead. I will cut your throat to honor the spirits of my fallen men.”

 

“Why is it my fault that they all died in a surprise attack?”

 

“Shut up!”

 

He shouted and stamped on the ground. The captain of the 3rd Division of Odys, who had raised his magic power enough to make a halo appear around his body, swung down the sword he was holding, and Russell met the attack with Nahilnir in his left hand.

 

Kukung!

 

The ground at the center of where they were standing sank slightly, with a radius of 5 meters.

 

“You seem to be worthy of being called a captain, unlike your men. What is your name?”

 

“Kraak!”

 

He shouted at Russell, who was asking his name in a calm tone, unlike himself, who was straining and exerting strength. His muscles bulged visibly in his forearms, and Russell’s feet dug into the hard ground.

 

The next moment, Russell’s right arm swung around. In that right hand, the Final Frost, a white axe, was held.

 

Thud, and the confrontation between the two was over. Russell and the captain of the 3rd Division of Odys moved about twenty paces away from each other.

 

“. . . . . .Hah.”

 

He groaned and grabbed his left arm. It was an aftereffect of blocking Russell’s axe by exploding magic power into the blade that was coming up from below.

 

While he pressed his arm and adjusted his magic power, Russell sheathed his axe inside his coat. The captain raised his eyebrows at the sight, and Russell said.

 

“I didn’t put it away because I was ignoring you. It’s just that I haven’t held a sword like this and faced off against someone for quite a while.”

 

“What. . . . . .?”

 

Russell’s words weren’t a lie. In fact, for almost two months, he had only been dealing with strange monsters such as golems, wizards, monsters, demon beasts, and trees that had flown in from another world. That was why it was easier for him to deal with Odys, who was charging at him with a sword.

 

Unlike monsters that flew in from any direction and at any angle, it felt like a nostalgic feeling to face a human with limbs.

 

“I’m Russell.”

 

“. . . . . .Fritz.”

 

Fritz calmed his trembling arm, held the sword hilt with both hands, and looked at Russell. The distance was far, but it was a meaningless distance in a confrontation between superhumans who wielded magic power.

 

They exchanged much from each other’s postures.

 

‘He looks young, but how. . . . . .’

 

Russell stood comfortably with his greatsword hanging down, a sword that was of a size that made one doubt whether it was possible for a human to hold and swing. However, Fritz could not find any significant gaps in Russell’s footwork, the sway of his waist, or the direction of his gaze.

 

And that didn’t match Russell’s young appearance. But Fritz made up his mind.

 

Didn’t he just kill two of his men by throwing a greatsword and an axe in the air just a moment ago? Judging from the fact that they were returning to his hand, it was obvious that they were enchanted weapons. He felt ashamed of not using an axe, but he desperately needed even a handful of carelessness now.

 

Puck!

 

Fritz’s body, which had stamped on the ground, closed the distance with lightning speed. Before the frozen and hardened ground could even fall, Fritz’s body had already reached Russell in the blink of an eye.

 

Fritz swung his sword down. Russell lifted and swung up the greatsword he had been hanging down. It was an action that was incomprehensible to common sense. Normally, it is almost impossible to block a downward swing with an upward swing.

 

Thud-!

 

With a dull sound, the two clashed once again. The noise did not end with just one.

 

A life that has awakened to magic power becomes a completely different life form than before. Strength, stamina, and endurance are greatly enhanced, and the senses also become different.

 

And for those who do not have the talent for magic power, they will never understand it, no matter how much you explain it. Just as you cannot make a blind person who has been blind since birth understand the difference between red and blue, just as you cannot explain the sound of rain and snow to a deaf person who cannot hear,.

 

The confrontation between superhumans was too intense for ordinary people to dare to witness with their eyes or hear with their ears.

 

Magic power dwells between muscles and muscles, exerting strength beyond the limits of what the human species can produce, and nerves emit electrical signals explosively that can perceive things that cannot be perceived.

 

Above the sword filled with magic power, materialized sword energy was created and swung. Before the sword and sword met, the sword energy met first and scattered, scattering fragments of magic power.

 

A thunderclap similar to thunder rumbled in the sky, but not in the sky. Russell charged with his strong physique and accumulated magic power, and Fritz charged with the momentum of consuming all the magic power he had accumulated in his life.

 

Upper, middle, upper again, lower, and middle. A feast of cold steel collided, slipped, slid, stabbed, kicked away, twisted to block, and pierced into the gaps.

 

However, as the fight dragged on, it became clear to whom the additional weight of victory was leaning.

 

Russell pulled the humming Nahilnir and stabbed again. The heavy blade flew through the air, aiming for Fritz’s waist.

 

Fritz’s sword curled and blocked the blow, and he slid the blade along it, aiming for Russell’s forearm. Russell twisted his wrist to avoid Fritz’s attack, which was riding on the blade.

 

The large greatsword swung down from above, diagonally, despite the simple wrist twist, knocking Fritz’s sword away and swinging it down from above.

 

Fritz bit his lip and raised his sword to block Russell’s attack.

 

Bang!

 

“Kugluk!”

 

One of Fritz’s knees buckled, and blood spurted from his mouth. The magic power carried by Russell’s great sword had entered through Fritz’s sword and shaken his insides.

 

“Damn it. . . . . . I’m losing to this little brat. . . . . .”

 

Russell exhaled a slightly heated breath and lowered his greatsword. Fritz’s body was already beyond recovery with his magic power. You could tell just by looking at the blood and pieces of internal organs that were still dripping from his mouth.

 

“Do you have any last words?”

 

Nevertheless, Russell raised his greatsword and aimed it at his neck. Fritz raised his head. He glared at him with clenched teeth and bloodshot eyes that had burst from excessive use of magic power.

 

“Odys. . . . . . will get revenge.”

 

“You guys started the fight first.”

 

Russell’s arm moved faintly. And as Nahilnir disappeared into the coat pocket, the body that had been beheaded belatedly collapsed on the field.

 

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