Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Iscalia (2)

TL: Potato-tan

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“Over there!”

 

Remeron pointed at the fleeing vampire and ran at the same time.

 

The vampire was running, having lost all of its companions. It was not concerned with preserving its own life.

 

It was to kill as many lives as possible and let their blood flow. A blind obsession with blood, an echo that still rings in his head, urges him to serve his master. The man who had become a vampire at some point, Detz, could not refuse that devilish whisper.

 

In close pursuit of the vampire, running mindlessly, or rather, flying from above on the rooftops, was Remeron. Remeron on the roof, gracefully flying through the air, pulled the bowstring back with all his might.

 

Muscles in his fingers, forearms, and back screamed from hundreds of pulls. Remeron gritted his teeth and pulled the string regardless.

 

The arrows in the quiver were already empty. Nevertheless, an arrow was hanging on the bowstring. A blue, translucent arrow. It was a magic arrow that Remeron had created by concentrating his magical power.

 

It takes a lot of magical power to create a magic arrow. In the first place, the very act of materializing magical power proves an excellent sense of mana.

 

The consumption of mental and physical strength is also great, but now is not the time to hide such things.

 

It was an attack without weight, but the destructive power it contained was excellent. Detz hurriedly changed direction to avoid the magic arrow that was aiming his shoulder and created a hole in the ground.

 

And when he turned, Phel was standing. Phel jumped out, and her sword gracefully curved and swept across the vampire’s remaining arm and side. The arm that had  fallen from below the shoulder was fluttering and wriggling, while the cut side instantly regenerated.

 

Detz, who had given up one arm and protected his neck, turned the corner. It wouldn’t have been possible without the red fist full of energy that popped out there.

 

Bang! There was a sound, and Detz’s body flew to the opposite wall, where it crashed. Detz, with one side of his head dented, looked up at the owner of the fist with a hazy vision.

 

He had brown skin, rugged muscles, a large body, and a bald head. That was the last sight Detz saw. Kai spoke as he withdrew the fist that had smashed the vampire’s skull and the wall.

 

“Your finishing move is sloppy.”

 

Phel, who had shaken off the blood drops on her sword, did not answer, but gritted her teeth. It was true that she had not killed it properly the first time. Kai didn’t say anything more there.

 

Remeron jumped down from the roof. He shook his aching fingers, which had been firing arrows nonstop, and spoke.

 

“It looks like this one is the last in this area.”

 

Phel nodded.

 

“Yes. Now there are only about three vampires left.

 

At that moment, everyone’s expressions hardened. Even Phel and Remeron, who had lived more lives than humans, and Kai, who had seen all sorts of unsightly things in the back alleys, all turned their heads and looked at one place.

 

A monstrous magical power was spreading from the territory’s outskirts. The blood that had soaked into the ground until now also floated into the air and flew away somewhere quickly.

 

“Oh no, run!”

 

Soon, everyone kicked the floor without saying anything. It was unbearable not to be able to see the source of this ominous and eerie magical power in person.

 

Kai ran with heavy footsteps, while Phel and Remeron, elves, ran more quietly than fallen leaves touching the ground.

 

“Remeron, what do you think this is?”

 

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s not good.”

 

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Ramon Errandis opened his mouth wide. The sword in his right hand hit the floor, symbolising its powerless owner. His eyes remained fixed in the air, despite the small sound the sword made.

 

“What the heck is that?”

 

The wizards also looked up blankly. Rather, as wizards, there was something they felt about.

 

The sky, which had appeared to show only its deep interior, seemed to be gradually adorning itself with aqua color. But the western part of the territory was still dark. A red dot appeared in the center of the night.

 

They were looking at a large red sphere that had risen from the outskirts of Errandis territory.

 

After killing all the monsters and vampires that had been running wild in the territory, the lord received an urgent message from Knight Gorden.

 

The entrance to the dungeon collapsed. It didn’t stop collapsing, creating a sinkhole dozens of meters in diameter. And from there, a red sphere emerges.

 

There was no time to determine whether it was true or not. The lord, knights, all troops, and wizards immediately headed to the outskirts, where the dungeon was located.

 

And there, they witnessed the same red sphere that Gorden had mentioned floating in the air. The red sphere was rotating slightly, distorting its opaque surface.

 

The diameter seemed to be over 20 meters, and the height at which it floated was about the same. The sphere was absorbing a red mist-like thing that flickered in the air.

 

Then Runebas replied:

 

“How long are you going to watch it stupidly? Can’t you tell just by looking? The strange purpose of the vampires that ran rampant in this territory was that strange thing! I don’t know what it is, but we have to attack it!”

 

Knight Gorden refuted Runebas’s statements.

 

“Sir wizard, we don’t know exactly what it is yet, but to attack it without thinking. . . . . . . . .”

 

At that moment, Ramon Errandis raised his hand.

 

“Let’s give it a try.”

 

“My lord.”

 

“It’s true that we have to do something for now. If there is an ancient vampire inside that thing that is the target of Russell and the monsters, we have to do everything we can to help. Don’t be scared, and stand still.”

 

Knight Gorden nodded.

 

“I understand.”

 

Runebas and other wizards stood in place and began to chant powerful spells they could cast.

 

Mana, or magical power, fluctuated. Apart from wizards who were close to trainees, the three wizards were those who could handle magical power at a certain level or higher.

 

The wizards’ instant exhalation of magical power and spells soon embroidered themselves in the air. There were flames, lightning, frost, poison, earth blades, and wind swords.

 

The implemented magic hit the red sphere with a terrible force. And like a stone dropped into the sea, it seeped in and disappeared.

 

The wizards’ eyes widened. Runebas’ eyes, in particular, were the biggest.

 

“What the heck, what?”

 

The shock of losing faith in one’s magic is equally profound. Several more spells followed, unable to accept the unbelievable results.

 

The result was the same as the first. The sphere of blood remained intact, with no significant abnormalities. No, it seemed that the diameter had increased more than before. Ramon Errandis said it with a gloomy face.

 

“It seems that this method is useless. Rather, it appears to be increasing the sphere’s size.”

 

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“Ordinary magic is useless. Rather, it will only increase its strength.”

 

Aellasis, riding on Kry, was also looking at the red sphere from another direction. Standing on slightly elevated ground, one could see the sphere, over 20 meters in diameter and growing larger, from anywhere in the territory.

 

She was a dragon, so she could guess roughly what the red sphere was.

 

And if it was, as she guessed, the wizards’ spells and attacks would be useless.

 

Aellasis quietly touched her chest. She felt the sensation of her firm breasts, which had grown larger than when she was a young child. She could also feel her heart pounding fiercely within her chest.

 

Russell’s own magical power, which he had given himself in half, was still flowing there. Aellasis seemed to understand how to use this magical power.

 

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Iscalia was powerful. She was stronger than anyone Russell had ever fought.

 

She was neither a dragon nor a full-fledged devil, but her martial skills and her handling of magical power were clearly on another level.

 

Ismenios was a dragon that specialized in magic, but she was a lizard that had lost her mind, unable to utilize her specialty. The price she paid to have a child was harsh, and the price of carelessness was the end of her sanity.

 

Because of his incomplete resurrection, the devil Logos was unable to fully exert his magi. In addition, he recklessly abandoned his physical body to possess Russell’s body, became a formless spirit, and died when he met Russell’s eyes and the darkness beyond.

 

That doesn’t mean that Russell’s greatness in defeating them fades. Ismenios was a monster that would have destroyed dozens of territories and cities in the northeast if Russell hadn’t stopped her, and Logos was also a great devil who had raised his power in the northwest and created countless devil worshippers and devil species.

 

The difference between Iscalia and them was clear. She was awakened by the enormous amount of blood that had flowed in for nearly a month. The man in the gray armor of an unknown identity had placed five crimson crystals in the spring.

 

The crimson crystals, created with sufficient blood and enormous sacrifice over a long period of time, gave Iscalia overflowing magical power. In addition to the urge, she couldn’t refuse.

 

This ‘space’ was completely in Iscalia’s hands.

 

Kwang!

 

Iscalia’s counterattack blew Russell away.

 

Scratches covered his armor. The ends of the mantle also showed tatters.

 

It’s not broken. The black armor didn’t break even after dozens of collisions, but it had scratches on its surface.

 

Russell held Nahilnir in one hand and controlled his insides. It was the price of forcibly moving his magical power and body amidst the offensive that was pounding his armor.

 

Blood was about to gush out as well, but it was not yet time for him to use his blood. Iscalia had not yet absorbed his blood.

 

Russell had no visible external injuries. It was because his lightning-fast reflexes and physical abilities took the best evasive action at every moment of crisis.

 

Iscalia’s saber was a very tricky weapon, but even that didn’t have enough of an attack to make him flinch, and Russell was still avoiding it well.

 

Russell raised one hand and then lowered it. Final Frost is somewhere in this field full of corpses.

 

Even when he called, the axe didn’t return. The return spell of Final Frost, which returns by will and magical power, had its connection cut off. Iscalia’s magical power interfered.

 

The reason he was able to equip his armor was because Russell’s magical power field resisted her magical power restraint.

 

“Great. Even I would have died without being able to move if I hadn’t created this space first.”

 

Iscalia’s voice was heard. Her counterattack left Russell stunned, but Iscalia’s condition was far more miserable. For one thing, her body below her neck consisted of nothing more than her neck and part of her upper body.

 

Even the neck, which had some form, had been torn off about halfway, as if it had been struck by a giant claw. The cross-section showed the charred flesh from the lightning’s impact.

 

She also had one side of her face entirely sunken. Nahilnir and Russell’s fists were the cause.

 

In addition, from her left shoulder to her right side, large transverse wounds revealed her ribs and internal organs. She had lost her right arm, and the two legs beneath her had severed themselves from her thighs, causing them to sway backwards.

 

It was a wound that an ordinary human, or even a monster, would not be able to endure, and would have collapsed and died.

 

However, the ground she stepped on, the air she breathed, the sky above her head, and all of space were on her side.

 

An enormous amount of magical power and crimson steam swirled towards her. And at its center was Iscalia’s heart.

 

Specifically, her heart had five red crystals attached to it like leeches. ‘I had to somehow remove or break it. It wasn’t easy.’

 

She appeared to understand that the crystals in her heart were the most significant, so she completely sealed off the area around her heart, making it difficult to penetrate.

 

Iscalia’s body gradually began to recover. The half-torn neck was sutured together, and the sunken face swelled up from the inside, regenerating bones, muscles, and nerves.

 

Her eyes, which had been bursting with pus, filled with liquid and formed her original eyeballs. Dark eyebrows, a straight nose, crimson eyes, and red lips appeared. She was beautiful, but she had a wicked appearance, like a snake.

 

Regeneration swept the wound from her chest to her side, seemingly reversing the passage of time. The internal organs protruded on their own, and the cut bones quickly stretched the white body.

 

White, porcelain-like legs stretched out. However, inside that skin lies the power to crush even hard rocks into powder with a single blow. Eventually, the blood covered itself, forming a crimson armor.

 

Following the initial creation of this space, the two engaged in a similar battle. Iscalia, as if trying to show off her ownership of the space, tried to interfere by making the air heavy and making Russell’s blood boil. However, it didn’t work for Russell at all.

 

When her reckless attack tore her flesh to pieces without any intention to wrap it around her armor, she immediately halted these actions and focused solely on healing, regeneration, and physical attacks.

 

After that, it was a series of his attacks and Iscalia’s repeated regenerations.

 

The recovery process, which was too many to count, progressed, and Iscalia, who had returned to normal, tilted her head as she looked at Russell’s burning purple eyes.

 

“They’re very strange and beautiful eyes. These eyes don’t succumb to my charm, but instead, they pierce my soul. Aside from that strength, you are quite a strange human being.

 

Iscalia was the monarch of vampires, and as such, she had the ability to charm on par with the devil succubus.

 

If the succubus’s role is to invite you to a space in a dream, the vampire’s role is to show you a vision. It stimulates the other person’s sexual desire, distorts their vision, and gives them the illusion that there is nothing left in the world except the two of them.

 

Iscalia had already spread her charm from the beginning, capturing Russell’s mind. It burst out as soon as it unfolded. The like when he faced the Basilisk’s petrifying evil eye the other day, the same phenomenon happened to her.

 

However, the difference between Iscalia and Basilisk was great. Unlike the Basilisk, who couldn’t regenerate and went berserk, Iscalia simply regenerated her eyes in the space she had built herself.

 

She was careful not to look directly into Russell’s eyes, and she didn’t make any attacks that interfered with his eyes. Iscalia’s tongue licked her lips.

 

“I’m really curious about the taste of your blood.”

 

“I’ll just tell you that it’ll be beyond your expectations.”

 

Russell stood up with Nahilnir fixed.

 

The sky, fixed at dusk, the crows that filled the air in droves.

 

The corpses with their arms and faces raised are standing like scarecrows, but they are not straw dolls made by farmers to guard their crops.

 

Rather, it seems like a signal she sends to her enemies as the monarch . This serves as a warning to those who attempt to harm me, my land, and my people, as they will ultimately face the consequences.

 

Iscalia walked over there, wearing red armor and a red mantle, escorted by the flying sword pieces in the air.

 

The clash between the superhumans was instantaneous. The two figures disappeared at the same time and reappeared in the empty air.

 

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