Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Processing

TL: Potato-tan

 

Chaos, destruction, and screams spread like wildfire through the Zahard territory, home to tens of thousands.

 

The Breath of Nemesto, scattered by the dark elf terrorist Percus, seeped into people indiscriminately, sacrificing their bodies to spawn monsters.

 

However, even with the swift legs of an elf, it was difficult in terms of time and space to travel around the vast territory and create necrols.

 

Therefore, they focused on creating necrols in densely populated areas first, ensuring their widespread spread. This alone was sufficient.

 

The necrols, who amplified their magical power with human blood, hearts, and brains and created their own kind, instinctively headed towards places with more life force and magical power.

 

However, the situation was gradually being sorted out. The problem was that they were causing indiscriminate destruction, led by instinct, but the Zahard family’s forces, based on their formidable combat power, drove out the necrols.

 

“Movement restriction complete!”

 

“Strike!”

 

Five soldiers clung to a single monster, thrusting their weapons into its flesh. Their armor and the quality of their weapons defied belief for mere estate soldiers.

 

A necrol, shaped like a mantis, struggled. However, a steel net held its legs, restricting its movement, and a sharp spearhead immediately pierced its torso and then pulled out again.

 

Kieeeeeeee!

 

Suddenly, the mantis-shaped necrol screamed and emitted magical power. Everything around it was pushed back and flew away in a radial pattern. The soldiers were no exception.

 

“Euaaagh!”

 

“Hold on, dammit!”

 

A long blade at the end of the necrol’s arm pierced the abdomen of one soldier, lifted him high. The high-quality steel armor shattered against the blow, scattering fragments.

 

Kirrrrrrr. . . . . .

 

The necrol, emitting a low growl, lunged towards the soldier. Its mouth, splitting open, revealed dozens of saw-like teeth, writhing with a darkness that seemed to flow within.

 

“Ack, aaagh!”

 

The soldier, whose abdomen had been pierced, pulled out a dagger, a secondary weapon from his waist, and struck down the necrol’s arm. It was a visible determination even in the face of death. .

 

Creak, creak, creak.

 

As if to mock such human struggles, laughter flowed from the necrol’s mouth. As the blood dripping from the soldier’s abdomen and legs increased, and the soldier’s face turned pale, his arm finally dropped.

 

“Haap!”

 

A cute girl’s battle cry, incongruous with the desperate situation, rang out as a flash of light erupted.

 

Crackle, crackle!

 

As if the void was breaking, a blue-white thunderbolt struck the necrol’s crown. A girl with flowing white hair appeared with the thunderbolt.

 

The girl, holding a longsword she had picked up somewhere and clinging to the necrol’s crown, continuously pushed electricity into the monster’s body.

 

Kiaaaagh!

 

The giant mantis twisted its entire body and swung its sharp forelegs. Despite the eerie blade aimed at her, there was no fear on Aellasis’s face.

 

“Got it!”

 

Aellasis, who had answered someone, kicked off the necrol’s crown, on which she had been standing, and soared back into the sky.

 

Her clear and pure mental image was mixed with magical power.

 

Shaaaaaaaa-!

 

Then, a blue ice crystal made of only magical power appeared in the void and became a huge spear. The three-pronged, sharp, and pointed spearhead exhaled a young chill in thin wisps of white breath.

 

Aellasis’s index finger pointed to the necrol with a sword stuck in its crown. The monster, still trembling all over from the electricity pouring from the sword, dared not move.

 

With a scream, the white ice spear pierced through space. By the time the soldiers thought it had disappeared, it had already pierced the necrol at a speed faster than sound.

 

Zzezezejeok. . . . . .!

 

The mantis monster’s entire body cooled rapidly and turned into an ice statue. As the cold spear that had pierced the monster was fixed to the ground, a tremendous cold began to spread.

 

Whirrrr-!

 

As the temperature dropped sharply, heat and cold mixed, and the turbulence whipped up a strong wind.

 

However, the typhoon-like wind soon turned into a gentle breeze, gently enveloping the surroundings and subsiding. The cold air, which had spread as if it would freeze everything around it, paused for a moment and then, as Aellasis withdrew her magical power, it became ordinary water and soaked the ground.

 

The necrol, whose upper body had been completely blown away by the lightning and ice spear attack, staggered and collapsed, knocking down a building.

 

The impact sent the soldier with the pierced abdomen flying, before he was caught by someone.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

The sun, now high in the sky at noon. The soldier’s vision, blurred from blood loss, caught a glimpse of the dazzling sunlight and the girl’s face bathed in it.

 

“Are you. . . . . .An angel?”

 

“Eh? No, I’m not.”

 

Aellasis replied in a flustered voice, but the soldier did not hear the answer and collapsed. Only then did Aellasis see the hole in the soldier’s abdomen, and she immediately descended to the ground and laid the soldier down.

 

“Delirion!”

 

Soldiers who had been thrown far away by the magical wave rushed towards the fallen soldier, calling out his name. However, they stopped short upon seeing Aellasis kneeling right next to him.

 

“Wh, who are you?”

 

“Hey, it’s her. The one the young master brought. . . the wizard.”

 

“Ah, ah. No. Delirion is injured! Someone get a bandage━”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

Aellasis gently pushed aside the soldier who was frantically trying to administer first aid. The small girl, despite her petite size, easily moved the sturdy adult man.

 

The pushed-away soldier also looked at Aellasis with a bewildered expression. Of course, he had a question because he did not know that her true identity was a dragon in human form.

 

Aellasis, holding the soldier, placed her hands on his abdomen, drawing upon her magic. She didn’t form any hand gestures or chant any incantations. She simply relied on her will, her magic responding as if that was all it needed.

 

Whirrrrrrrrrr. . . . . .

 

A green light emerged, engulfing Delirion’s body, then vanished. Aellasis withdrew her small, delicate hand, and the gaping hole was healed. Only the torn clothing, lining, and shattered armor remained, a testament to the vicious wound that had been there.

 

Aellasis, who had clapped her hands, got up. Then the soldiers looked at her with awe.

 

“The wound is healed, but he’s lost a lot of blood. It’s best, no, it’s important that he avoid strenuous activity.”

 

“Yes! Thank you!”

 

The soldiers, deeply bowing their heads and waists, hastily carried the unconscious Delirion away.

 

“Whew.”

 

Aellasis let out a small sigh and raised her left hand. A crimson-colored bracelet was worn on her wrist, and judging from the pattern engraved on the surface, it did not seem to be an ordinary bracelet. Aellasis brought her mouth to it and spoke.

 

“It’s over here, sister. I’ve taken care of the treatment.”

 

Then Calia’s voice came from the bracelet, answering Aellasis’s words.

 

━Good job. It seems like the rough cleanup is done now. I’ll join up with Irrucil and clean up the rest.

 

Aellasis had dealt with seven monsters just by flying here to the residential area. That was the number she had dealt with on her own, and if you add the monsters that the knights and soldiers had been holding and struggling with, like the one just now, she had frozen or stabbed to death a total of ten.

 

Even to her senses, the number of monsters remaining in the territory had clearly decreased. Judging from the fact that there were no more than two loud noises in the distance, there would be less than two.

 

“. . . . . .”

 

Aellasis’s gaze swept around. It was nothing short of a disaster. At least hundreds, if not thousands, were injured or killed.

 

There were more indirect deaths than direct deaths from monsters. They were crushed to death by collapsing buildings, killed in the aftermath of the clash between monsters and the Zahard family’s forces, or fell to their deaths in the stampede of people running away. . . . . .

 

However, even though she had seen so many people die, and had seen it before, the girl’s expression was calm. Ultimately, humans were not her friends.

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

“Krrrk. . . . . .”

 

A groan leaked from beneath Russell’s feet.

 

“Your body is quite sturdy.”

 

“I do rough work, so I need to be sturdy. . . . . . cough, cough.”

 

Shaking his head, Russell lifted Weizen by the scruff of his neck. Weizen wasn’t small either, but when lifted to Russell’s eye level, his toes barely touched the ground.

 

“Do you want to live?”

 

Weizen, who had been staring at Russell, gurgled inside his mouth and spat out a lump of blood.

 

“Damn, who wants to die? That’s a really stupid question.”

 

“Are you in cahoots with that dark elf?”

 

“Maybe, or maybe not━ Gah!”

 

Russell’s fist immediately struck Weizen in the abdomen at his evasive answer. Weizen’s torso folded forward from the shock, and the back of his leather jacket burst open.

 

It was a blow that showcased his delicate manipulation of magic and force, striking directly but avoiding damage to the bones and internal organs. Weizen clapped in appreciation.

 

“Wow, sh, shit. I knew you were strong, but this much? If you put you up against my sister, it’d be a sight to see. . . “

 

“Are you not going to answer?”

 

“Oh, I should. Otherwise, you’ll hit me more? I don’t have a hobby of getting hit. . . . . .  unless it’s my sister.”

 

Weizen, who had been laughing, raised his head and said.

 

“Just like you said earlier, it was the empire that commissioned us. . . And it was from the prince who’s lost all his support. Right now, the princess is the most likely to become the next emperor. I don’t know where she got all that power and influence, but she’s been aggressively pressuring the Senate for the past year. . . We’re just mercenaries wandering around. But we only deal with very special clients.”

 

Russell said.

 

“Nobles.”

 

Weizen nodded weakly.

 

“Yes. Nobles, royalty, imperial family. . . . . . people who think they have blue blood. Well, there are some who really have blue blood. Anyway. The request was nothing special. It was just a dark elf escort mission. Escort the dark elf who had finished his business in the Zahard territory on his way out, and take him across the border and back to the empire. It was really nothing special. . . . . .I wouldn’t have accepted it no matter how much money they offered if I had known it would turn out like this.”

 

“I understand. Now, sleep.”

 

Blue electricity surged from Russell’s right hand and seeped into the back of Weizen’s neck.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Weizen collapsed with a strange groan. He had been hit by electricity directly to the medulla oblongata, where the brain and spine connected, so he would not be able to get up for a while.

 

It was a blow that would have killed an ordinary person, but after examining Weizen’s body, Russell realized that he was a warrior who had trained his body enough not to die easily.

 

Holding Weizen by the back of the neck, Russell launched himself off the ground. He zipped across the estate at an alarming speed, extending his senses.

 

He saw people hiding in their homes, trembling and crying, and soldiers rescuing people trapped in the ruins of buildings. Lahart was also lifting wooden pillars and smashing rocks, his armor covered in dirt.

 

Thud.

 

“Who. . . . . .! Young master?”

 

“What?”

 

A knight who had been holding a sword saw Russell, who had descended to the ground, and exclaimed. Lahart also turned around and said to Russell.

 

“Russell! Is it over there?”

 

Russell nodded and said.

 

“I haven’t sensed anything unusual from where I came.”

 

“Thank goodness. That’s a huge relief.”

 

Lahart, who had breathed a sigh of relief and brushed his chest, suddenly asked, looking at Weizen in Russell’s hand.

 

“But who is that person?”

 

“It’s complicated to explain. . . . . . Father. It seems that the empire caused this terrorism.”

 

“What?”

 

Lahart’s face hardened terribly.

 

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