Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 208

Chapter 208: The Undead Hordes (3)

 

The city seems dead. The heavy clouds obscuring the sky could have been a coffin lid.

 

Lexi, Scilio, and Weizen emerged from the corner when the city was silenced by a white flash, thunder, and multiple earthquakes.

 

“Is it over?”

 

“Jeez, what a racket.”

 

“I can still feel the ground trembling. Hey, am I standing straight?”

 

“Sister, did you take any medicine? Why are you bumbling around like an idiot?”

 

“You, come here, you bastard.”

 

After expressing her rage at her younger brother, Scilio swept her hair back, which had hardened from being bathed in blood and sweat, before stretching her neck.

 

“Is that over there? The place where they were fighting like crazy? I should check it out. I want to see if our side won.”

 

Weizen, who was stroking his painful head, spoke cynically.

 

“Of course, the big guy won. What are you saying?”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Those disgusting things aren’t coming out anymore.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Scilio, who nodded, surveyed the tranquil city. Smoke was rising from numerous spots, and destroyed buildings were barely standing or had fallen, leaving only their frames.

 

Instead of parents holding their children’s hands, young people racing to finish their day’s work, or elderly people reminiscing about their lives with memories engraved on their faces, the streets were littered with bodies lying in pools of blood.

 

Scilio turned away from the streets filled with dead people.

 

“Jeez, I’ve never been through anything like this in my 29 years of life. I even witnessed my hometown being completely destroyed.”

 

“I thought the world was ending.”

 

“I thought the world was in labor.”

 

“I can’t see any giants or dragons.”

 

Lexi shut off the siblings’ chat.

 

“They haven’t been seen since a while ago.”

 

“Wasn’t the dragon that girl with white hair? I saw her fall with her wings severed Countier. She must be severely injured.”

 

“Huh? That little girl?”

 

Weizen seemed astonished. He was always expressionless and didn’t say much, but he knew how much magical power Aellasis possessed. Even when her true nature as a dragon was exposed, he wasn’t astonished because he knew she wasn’t your typical human.

 

Scilio, who had once again slapped Weizen on the nape, stared at him.

 

“What ‘little girl’ you punk.”

 

“Why are you mad, sister? I am the one who traveled with that little girl for a month.”

 

“Quiet, you idiot.”

 

The three of them emerged from the ruins of a building that had collapsed due to an earthquake.

 

They were surrounded by monsters with chopped necks or holes in their bodies, and blood dripped from them.

 

The dense dust that had accumulated made it difficult to distinguish them from broken stones or wood at first glance. The only difference was the squishy sensation when you stepped on them.

 

The solid giant lay frozen on the sinking ground, its head covered by both arms.

 

Silence reigned. Even the dark clouds that had been booming and thundering did not appear to disturb the silence on the earth.

 

The stench of decaying corpses and the negative magical power that had permeated the air began to fade. The monsters that had crawled up from underground were pulled back down as the giant that had dragged them up stopped moving.

 

Koo-goo-goo-goo…

 

The 10-meter giant began to crumble. The greatsword lodged in its chest dropped to the ground, and massive bits shattered around it.

 

Russell paused to gather his breath. There was no magical power left in his body. Count Jayvir, Rinvenbus, and the Giant.

 

Then there were the monsters that the giant had pulled up from the underworld, which had also demanded a significant amount of his strength and magic.

 

It had been a long time since he had faced an opponent as formidable as this one, who had sapped all of his magical and physical abilities. Russell had not been exhausted in a long time, so he needed to recover his breath.

 

It was the first time since he had been growing his magic with the dragonkin from the Gray Valley village.

 

A magic user came sprinting with the blood and flesh of dead bodies, the souls of the dead, and even forbidden magic like human sacrifice and blood magic.

 

He had no idea why Rinvenbus summoned an unearthly monster with the blood, flesh, and grudges of dead bodies or what the giant’s odd remarks meant.

 

He wasn’t interested in the giant’s words, but Livenbus’s were different.

 

Russell approached the shattered parts of the monster and drew out the greatsword, which was embedded at an angle. Nahilnir, which had felt light, now felt slightly heavy, making him understand how much physical strength he had expended.

 

“Russell?”

 

When he turned around, Calia was approaching him, holding the unconscious Aellasis in her arms. She also appeared to have killed dozens of monsters, although she did not appear dirty at all.

 

Calia approached Russell, dressed in armor and a cloak that appeared to have solidified from dried blood, and showed him Aellasis. Aellasis was groaning with a paler face than usual.

 

“What is her condition?”

 

“I’ve done what I can, but she’s not doing well.”

 

Calia displayed Russell Aellasis’ left forearm. A lengthy, scarlet thread from Calia’s left arm was attached to a blood vessel in Aellasis’ left arm.

 

She was getting a blood transfusion. Calia smiled tiredly as Russell glanced at her with amazement.

 

“Aella’s magical strength came from you. At the very least, I am aware that your magical ability was the starting point when she was born. You have not forgotten what I am made of, have you?”

 

Calia also revealed Russell Aellasis’ back. The left part of her spine was darkened. Black energy was also flickering on her left arm and leg.

 

Russell recognized it as the remains of the black flames that had torn Aellasis’s two wings as she was firing lightning bolts Countier. He instantly reached out to remove the remnants, but he paused when he realized he had almost no magical strength left. If he attempted it with insufficient magical strength and stopped halfway, something worse would occur.

 

Calia shook her head, as if she understood what Russell was thinking.

 

“I want to do it right away, but both of us need to relax. It will be more harmful if we attempt it rashly.”

 

“…….”

 

Russell gently combed the hair that covered Aellasis’s face. The skin on his hand was as hot as a firework. However, she was not sweating at all. She was unusual in several ways.

 

“She needs to stabilize. Being a dragon, she has a high resistance, but her age is a problem. I don’t know much about the healing power of dragons. It might be better to just let her be.”

 

“I see. Are you alright?”

 

Calia smiled tiredly in response to Russell’s question.

 

“I’d like to say I’m okay, but I can’t lie.”

 

Russell could also tell Calia’s condition at a glance. Despite being protected by her armor, her skin had small fissures.

 

Her stamina dwindled as she transfused her own blood, which was keeping her body alive, to Aellasis. 

 

Calia, who had died and been revived by Russell’s blood, found it difficult because she had to drink his blood on a daily basis. Russell finished making his decision and said,.

 

“Stay back. I will go find out who is behind this. I’ll be back shortly.”

 

“I won’t be far. Come back as soon as possible.”

 

Russell nodded, and Calia retreated, holding Aellasis in her arms. Her long cloak changed shape and became wings, lifting her into the air.

 

Russell watched Calia fly away from the depressed ground before lowering his head. Livenbus was revealed between the debris, with only his upper body and waist visible.

 

His shoulders and legs were gone, and Nahilnir had split open his chest and abdomen, searing the insides, but he was still alive. He had incredible energy.

 

Russell concentrated his attention on his eyes, despite his exhaustion. It would have been preferable to use magical power, but he didn’t have any, so he had to rely on his mental strength.

 

He knew his eyes and head would hurt for several days, but this was his one opportunity to question him.

 

As he concentrated his eyes, his vision changed dramatically, as if he had turned his lenses inside out. He had peeled back a layer of his magic eyes’ shell, which he had carefully limited.

 

The sinking ground’s underground had been changed due to an overabundance of magical power. The wavelength of mana fanned out and pulsated about him.

 

He reasoned that if he had a mirror today, he would notice that the whites of his eyes had turned black. And he was correct.

 

Blood tears poured down from his magical eyes, which now resembled those of a demon rather than a human.

 

He noticed translucent, milky objects floating around in his regular field of vision.

 

They were the vestiges of emotions left behind by the deceased, which had not yet developed full facial characteristics. They were also known as grudges or thoughts.

 

Russell wasn’t sure if souls existed. His eyes hadn’t seen them before. He’d never witnessed a soul leave a monster or gangster’s body and drop into the sky or the ground after he killed them.

 

However, he did occasionally see vestiges of thoughts remaining in their bodies, which is what he was seeing now.

 

Those ideas flitted around like dropped leaves in the wind, departing on their own or grouping together when drawn by a powerful magical force.

 

Typically, such objects would congregate in gloomy areas where sunlight did not reach them, eventually becoming monsters or attractive lumps that attracted monsters.

 

That was usually why monsters continued to appear or congregate in major cities with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants. Because the vestiges of human emotions transformed into or attracted monsters,.

 

Russell’s eyes noticed yellowish grudges or thoughts forming on the shattered fragments of the giant’s body.

 

“I know you haven’t died yet. Don’t try to fool me.”

 

His eyes detected a tiny pulse of life among the giant’s shattered fragments. It was so dim that he could have easily assumed it was dead if he had only looked at it.

 

“K…….”

 

Livenbus’ vacant eye sockets flashed red as he met Russell’s gaze.

 

The threat from his shattered body and dwindling magic was non-existent. Russell looked down at Livenbus and spoke.

 

“It’s easier to look at you than before.”

 

“……Grk. Do you intend to exercise the victor’s rights?”

 

“What is Rihelatur?”

 

“……When do you believe people are curious about their faces?”

 

Russell cocked his head at Livenbus’ unexpected words. He raised his greatsword and plunged it into the ground.

 

The huge blade was implanted near Livenbus’s face. The big sword cast a shadow on Livenbus’s face. That explains why his face appeared to be shrouded in darkness.

 

Russell said.

 

“When it’s covered.”

 

“……cough, kekek. I suppose I’ve made an enemy of a fairly intelligent human……”

 

Russell focused his gaze on Livenbus, who was coughing and giggling. The sky was black due to the dark clouds, and the ground had dipped, making the light dim.

 

Russell’s face, which was concealed in the shadows, was equally black, with just his eyes shining through. Due to the dark sclera, only the irises of his eyes were visible.

 

The dim purple light generated by the irises revealed Livenbus’ face. His deformed facial features appeared to have been carefully and methodically carved by a mentally disturbed artist.

 

“There’s no need for riddles. Tell me what your purpose is.”

 

“……This is the third time the world has existed. The third time implies that there was a first and second time.”

 

Livenbus struggled to speak while panting.

 

“The world of myths is coming to a close, and now that dragons and giants have been defeated, the planet will enter its fourth age. And beyond that lies Rihelatur. It will draw the world beyond, where the duality between life and death is broken down and everyone becomes one and whole.”

 

Suddenly, Livenbus’ right hand reached out and grasped Russell’s collar. As he scowled at Russell, his twisted facial features flashed brightly red.

 

“In that paradise, a monster like you will not exist!”

 

The plan to employ Jayvir to sap Russell’s physical strength proved ineffective in the subsequent combat.

 

Russell, who was beyond the level of a knight in terms of magically enhancing his physique and sharpening his weapons, has extraordinary combat abilities.

 

Russell had demonstrated superiority against Jayvir in both martial arts and the application of magical power.

 

It didn’t matter whether he feigned death or changed his body.

 

Russell’s offense and defense were impregnable, even after summoning an otherworldly giant, which he thought was his last resort, and attempting to resurrect his disintegrating strategy. He even cornered the giant.

 

Furthermore, his body had been partially shattered, and his own flesh was dissolving as a result of an unanticipated variable known as a dragon.

 

In a circumstance where his goal of devouring the entire city and establishing a bridgehead for the next plan had been entirely broken, Livenbus realized he still had one card to play to create a variable.

 

He surreptitiously collected the thoughts that had escaped from the corpses of the deceased, reassembled them in his body, and even breathed life into them, resulting in a dagger that was tougher and sharper than anything else.

 

He had repressed his fractured skin and the flesh that had shriveled like ashes as much as possible, emphasizing that he was no threat at all. As expected, Russell approached him.

 

He might definitely die, but it was a good deal to take a warrior of this caliber down with him.

 

Livenbus, who had abandoned even feelings like dread and anxiety, summoned all of his remaining might.

 

Woosh!

 

At that moment, a pale bone blade emerged from Livenbus’s shattered body and aimed for Russell’s neck.

 

If the intensity of desperation could be measured physically, the sky would have collapsed by now.

 

But the moment he sensed the bone blade, which had sprouted from the corpse, and the tremendous curse that clung to it, his body reacted before his mind could.

 

Russell’s hand grabbed Livenbus’ hand, which was clutching the dagger, and stabbed it back into his body.

 

Poof!

 

When the blade pierced Livenbus’ flesh, an ashen light and a flare of light emitted from his body.

 

Livenbus’ corpse disintegrated fast, crumbling into dust.

 

“Unfair…….”

 

Livenbus murmured blankly, peering into the emptiness, before his body vanished and plummeted.

 

The death he had been avoiding his entire life had unexpectedly approached him, wrapped him in a coat, and took him to an unknown location.

 

Russell shook his hands and got up. The sky remained black and showed no signs of brightening.

 

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