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Chapter 27: Parting and Meeting (5)
The Pope of Zenith, Iliod IV, cried out in anger.
"Say something that makes sense!!"
He couldn't understand the current situation.
The 'Spiral of the Battlefield' causes errors!
The spiral of the battlefield was a sacred gift from the god Zenith, and it was a tool that simulated victory in all wars in advance.
So was this war.
In addition to thorough preparation, the number of cases was strengthened several times by bearing the causal ratio through the spiral of the battlefield.
Naturally, external intervention was also included in the simulation.
"Why didn't you calculate the enemy's wetness!"
In the Pope's wrath, the manager of the battlefield was sweating profusely, only making excuses with an apology.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Obviously, I analyzed and understood all the situations, and the spiral of the battlefield continued to produce the same result ."
"Did you?"
"The presence of Jamie Welton seems unexpected."
"So, does that mean that the holy things that the god Zenith has given is wrong?"
At Iliod's sarcastic remarks, the manager raised his hands and waved his hands.
"Oh, that could be! Belief, it seems that belief made a big mistake in the manipulation process!"
Right. Then it is clear that it is your fault."
Yes ?"
The manager felt strange at the pope's words and shook his head.
But there was nothing he could see.
The moment he raised his head, his neck fell off his body.
The Seven Knights paladin wiped the blood on the blade with a cloth, then put it back into the scabbard.
"Take away the body."
At Iliod's command, the waiting soldiers went outside with the manager's head and body.
He looked at the apostle, Noah, who was sitting next to him with a tongue-in-cheek expression on his face.
"What should I do? Apostle give me your opinion."
The age difference between Iliod and Noah was that of an old man and his grandson, but due to the nature of the apostle, even the Pope could not call him low.
This is because the apostle was an alter ego of God.
Therefore, Noah did not immediately answer the Pope's question, and wiped his chin with a thoughtful expression for a moment.
'It's Jamie Welton... . It is not surprising that he defeated 50,000 soldiers alone. Because if you're a superman, it's possible enough. However, the three masters were also defeated by themselves.'
In the past, there were several people who defeated the strongest in the Master Class alone.
Typically, the champion who stayed for a long time in the dark fighting arena killed two sword masters alone in an event match.
In addition to that, there were quite a few strong men in the Dark Realm who could tear down even an entry-level sword master.
'The problem is that those three aren't masters of the introductory stage.'
Katarina, who served as the commander, was a veteran battle mage with extensive battlefield experience in the 8th class, and Feros and Draksar were masters representing Therizia for over 10 years.
They are different characters from those who have risen to the God Masters, but three of them at the same time.
He even defeated Katarina's homunculus in a situation where it was supported.
'Besides, Katarina has been suppressed.'
This meant one thing.
"Probably ."
When Noah opened his mouth, the pope and other key officials looked at him.
"Jamie Welton, he seems to have reached the climax."
"The supreme state?!"
One man screamed in surprise.
Among those gathered here, there was no one who did not know what the supreme state was.
9 class.
The state of an archmage that no human being has ever reached throughout the present history.
In fact, there were those who reached that point, but all of them were wiped out without being recorded in history.
And now, it is presumed that Jamie Welton has reached the level of 9th class.
"You have to send the garbage out to get back to where you are."
At that moment, the man sitting at the edge of the edge opened his mouth.
Pope Iliod IV called him by name.
"Krion."
your Majesty. Send me."
Crion got up and walked to the Pope.
The holy sword Durandal was hung around his waist.
He said while fiddling with Durandal's pommel.
"If he has reached the supreme state, others have no chance to compete. give me an army The northern bugs will make you go through hell."
Creon smiled bitterly and licked his lips with his tongue.
Iliod frowned at Kreon like that.
'In five years, people have completely changed.'
Kryon was originally a man with a calm personality and consideration for others.
In addition to having excellent skills, he became the object of envy by many.
However, after disappearing for five years, he appeared before him as if he had become a completely different person.
The life and madness that flowed naturally just by standing up made him doubt whether he was really the seeker.
Apart from that, it is also true that he broke through the wall during the five years he disappeared, and that he became stronger than before.
"Leave it to Sir Krion."
The apostle Noah said so.
Others didn't just talk, they were looking at them saying so.
Reluctantly, Iliod summoned another manager of the Spiral of the Battlefield.
"Look. Let's go straight to the spiral of the battlefield to examine causality."
Noticing what those words meant, Krion smiled and bowed his head.
"Thank you, Pope."
The opportunity will come so soon.
Kryon wanted to run to the battlefield quickly.
'Jamie Welton... !'
He will experience hell for that cheeky kid who dropped himself into hell.
* * *
All the fleeing Therizia's soldiers were arrested.
It wasn't that difficult for Jamie.
He scans the many large mana prisons, then sees a middle-aged man kneeling in front of him and a man half charred.
The middle-aged man was the Archmage of Therizia and Katarina, widely known by the pseudonym of a puppeteer, and the charred man was Draksar, a lance master with a pseudonym of a spear.
There was one other person besides him, but he seemed to have been wiped out by the light.
"Kill it."
Katarina said to Jamie, feeling the loss of her empty left arm.
As long as he was a prisoner, he had no choice but to die cleanly here.
Having traveled to many battlefields, he was well aware of how miserable a prisoner's position was.
Of course, this too was the heart of the enemy captain holding the leash, so he only wanted to kill him.
Of course, Jamie couldn't do that.
"Are you crazy? You want me to kill a master-class prisoner?"
The war has begun anyway, and you know our necks aren't worth much, warlock.
Katarina recalled Jamie's ominous dark powers that devoured the art of conversion.
It felt very different from the black mana he knew, but the ominousness was definitely the nature of darkness.
"The fact that you are a warlock is a good thing. We lost our value as prisoners of war anyway. It can't even be used as a threat."
Know. I don't even consider you worthy prisoners.
"Then why don't you kill me?"
"Yeah ."
Jamie pressed his own face against Katarina's face, letting out a cruel voice.
"Aren't you going to have to pay the price for messing up this land?"
" what?
"And, if you make a Master-class living sacrifice into an undead, its power Do I need to tell you?"
"It's easy! Kill it! Just kill me!"
Jamie walked towards the enchantress, which was sitting neatly, leaving Katarina writhing and wriggling even in her captivity.
"Don't touch mine!!"
Katarina's voice was heard from behind, but she ignored it.
Jamie was quite impressed with the magical army made up of homunculus only.
As if the nickname "puppeteer" was not for nothing, the artificial humans created by magic boasted a considerable degree of perfection.
This too was a product of magic engineering created by modern magic.
"Is this worth using?"
If you modify it to suit your taste, it will be a great power.
"Jamie!"
"Why are you in such a hurry to deal with it yourself!"
Then, Simon and Linmer arrived behind them.
Jamie looked at them both.
"I'm sorry for greeting you now. I think the priority is to subdue the enemy first."
no. good job Well Very well done."
Linmer drooled slightly as he saw more than 20,000 soldiers locked in several huge mana prisons.
Is it possible for an individual to subdue a battlefield with a master alone?
There was such a hypothesis.
Linmer took a negative stance.
No matter how powerful a Master was, he thought that it would be impossible to subdue a large army of tens of thousands of Masters alone.
Indeed, Linmer's idea was not wrong.
An archmage of class 8 or lower, or a master's level, could not subdue a large army including a master.
This has been proven many times in many wars.
But now, Jamie has proven that hypothesis.
"Amazing, Jamie. Have you reached it?"
Simon looked at Jamie's condition with admiration unmatchedly.
In the past, the extent of the cultivated land could have been known by the public, but now it seemed that the Great Sea was right in front of them.
"After all, you have reached the supreme state."
Even Linmer had to admit it.
There is only one way to achieve such an achievement.
"Finally reached."
Right. Is it finally?"
The two knew Jamie's secret.
So I wasn't too surprised that I had reached the supreme state.
Even so, it was unavoidable to be in awe.
A human who has reached the level of admiration and reverence of all wizards appeared.
If this fact were known, the world would once again be swamped by a genius.
But for Jamie, that didn't really matter.
"For now, we need a place to gather the enemy soldiers in one place."
"You should tell the lord. If you're a prisoner of war, there's plenty of room for use. You can send it to another country."
Prisoners of war are usually reduced to slaves if they lose their value.
Those more than 20,000 prisoners will also be forced to become slaves.
I'm sorry but I can't help it
That is the end of the loser.
"What do they think?"
Rinmer pointed at Katarina and Draxar with a chin.
You could destroy the mana core and make it a slave, but I think there's a better way.
"They are going to be eaten by me."
"If you eat it, do you mean that you will turn it into an undead?"
Yes. It will be a valuable force in future wars."
The two archmages nodded their heads with faces they couldn't get used to.
Jamie understood their reaction.
No matter how much he believed and followed him, if he told him to use a corpse, he would have reacted in denial.
Rinmer nodded with a determined face.
"I will do anything for the sake of mankind."
"It is the same."
Simon agrees with his opinion, too.
Jamie smiled and nodded.
thank you. But where is Sir Beiryl?"
"I went to the lord. He said he would sort out the chaos."
i See.
If it was Beiryl, he would rather have more credibility than the two archmages.
This is because sword masters are treated better on the battlefield than wizards.
"More than that, Earl Wellton is coming here."
"Are you your father?"
I haven't heard of Earl Wellton coming here.
Jamie looked in the direction of the next city with wide eyes.
Through that road comes his father, Earl Wellton.
Although it had not been long since we left, the thought of meeting my parents in a distant land gave me a strange feeling.
Simon patted Jamie on the back and said.
"It will take some time to get there, so take a break. I know you come from afar."
"Yeah. Leave this to us."
Oh. Then please. I still wanted to do some washing."
To say that it was a long way, it came through the warp at once, but as soon as it arrived, it was a bit uncomfortable because it inhaled a large amount of dust.
Jamie entered the city with a light footstep.
- Continued on next episode -
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Chapter 27: Parting and Meeting (5)
The Pope of Zenith, Iliod IV, cried out in anger.
"Say something that makes sense!!"
He couldn't understand the current situation.
The 'Spiral of the Battlefield' causes errors!
The spiral of the battlefield was a sacred gift from the god Zenith, and it was a tool that simulated victory in all wars in advance.
So was this war.
In addition to thorough preparation, the number of cases was strengthened several times by bearing the causal ratio through the spiral of the battlefield.
Naturally, external intervention was also included in the simulation.
"Why didn't you calculate the enemy's wetness!"
In the Pope's wrath, the manager of the battlefield was sweating profusely, only making excuses with an apology.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Obviously, I analyzed and understood all the situations, and the spiral of the battlefield continued to produce the same result ."
"Did you?"
"The presence of Jamie Welton seems unexpected."
"So, does that mean that the holy things that the god Zenith has given is wrong?"
At Iliod's sarcastic remarks, the manager raised his hands and waved his hands.
"Oh, that could be! Belief, it seems that belief made a big mistake in the manipulation process!"
Right. Then it is clear that it is your fault."
Yes ?"
The manager felt strange at the pope's words and shook his head.
But there was nothing he could see.
The moment he raised his head, his neck fell off his body.
The Seven Knights paladin wiped the blood on the blade with a cloth, then put it back into the scabbard.
"Take away the body."
At Iliod's command, the waiting soldiers went outside with the manager's head and body.
He looked at the apostle, Noah, who was sitting next to him with a tongue-in-cheek expression on his face.
"What should I do? Apostle give me your opinion."
The age difference between Iliod and Noah was that of an old man and his grandson, but due to the nature of the apostle, even the Pope could not call him low.
This is because the apostle was an alter ego of God.
Therefore, Noah did not immediately answer the Pope's question, and wiped his chin with a thoughtful expression for a moment.
'It's Jamie Welton... . It is not surprising that he defeated 50,000 soldiers alone. Because if you're a superman, it's possible enough. However, the three masters were also defeated by themselves.'
In the past, there were several people who defeated the strongest in the Master Class alone.
Typically, the champion who stayed for a long time in the dark fighting arena killed two sword masters alone in an event match.
In addition to that, there were quite a few strong men in the Dark Realm who could tear down even an entry-level sword master.
'The problem is that those three aren't masters of the introductory stage.'
Katarina, who served as the commander, was a veteran battle mage with extensive battlefield experience in the 8th class, and Feros and Draksar were masters representing Therizia for over 10 years.
They are different characters from those who have risen to the God Masters, but three of them at the same time.
He even defeated Katarina's homunculus in a situation where it was supported.
'Besides, Katarina has been suppressed.'
This meant one thing.
"Probably ."
When Noah opened his mouth, the pope and other key officials looked at him.
"Jamie Welton, he seems to have reached the climax."
"The supreme state?!"
One man screamed in surprise.
Among those gathered here, there was no one who did not know what the supreme state was.
9 class.
The state of an archmage that no human being has ever reached throughout the present history.
In fact, there were those who reached that point, but all of them were wiped out without being recorded in history.
And now, it is presumed that Jamie Welton has reached the level of 9th class.
"You have to send the garbage out to get back to where you are."
At that moment, the man sitting at the edge of the edge opened his mouth.
Pope Iliod IV called him by name.
"Krion."
your Majesty. Send me."
Crion got up and walked to the Pope.
The holy sword Durandal was hung around his waist.
He said while fiddling with Durandal's pommel.
"If he has reached the supreme state, others have no chance to compete. give me an army The northern bugs will make you go through hell."
Creon smiled bitterly and licked his lips with his tongue.
Iliod frowned at Kreon like that.
'In five years, people have completely changed.'
Kryon was originally a man with a calm personality and consideration for others.
In addition to having excellent skills, he became the object of envy by many.
However, after disappearing for five years, he appeared before him as if he had become a completely different person.
The life and madness that flowed naturally just by standing up made him doubt whether he was really the seeker.
Apart from that, it is also true that he broke through the wall during the five years he disappeared, and that he became stronger than before.
"Leave it to Sir Krion."
The apostle Noah said so.
Others didn't just talk, they were looking at them saying so.
Reluctantly, Iliod summoned another manager of the Spiral of the Battlefield.
"Look. Let's go straight to the spiral of the battlefield to examine causality."
Noticing what those words meant, Krion smiled and bowed his head.
"Thank you, Pope."
The opportunity will come so soon.
Kryon wanted to run to the battlefield quickly.
'Jamie Welton... !'
He will experience hell for that cheeky kid who dropped himself into hell.
* * *
All the fleeing Therizia's soldiers were arrested.
It wasn't that difficult for Jamie.
He scans the many large mana prisons, then sees a middle-aged man kneeling in front of him and a man half charred.
The middle-aged man was the Archmage of Therizia and Katarina, widely known by the pseudonym of a puppeteer, and the charred man was Draksar, a lance master with a pseudonym of a spear.
There was one other person besides him, but he seemed to have been wiped out by the light.
"Kill it."
Katarina said to Jamie, feeling the loss of her empty left arm.
As long as he was a prisoner, he had no choice but to die cleanly here.
Having traveled to many battlefields, he was well aware of how miserable a prisoner's position was.
Of course, this too was the heart of the enemy captain holding the leash, so he only wanted to kill him.
Of course, Jamie couldn't do that.
"Are you crazy? You want me to kill a master-class prisoner?"
The war has begun anyway, and you know our necks aren't worth much, warlock.
Katarina recalled Jamie's ominous dark powers that devoured the art of conversion.
It felt very different from the black mana he knew, but the ominousness was definitely the nature of darkness.
"The fact that you are a warlock is a good thing. We lost our value as prisoners of war anyway. It can't even be used as a threat."
Know. I don't even consider you worthy prisoners.
"Then why don't you kill me?"
"Yeah ."
Jamie pressed his own face against Katarina's face, letting out a cruel voice.
"Aren't you going to have to pay the price for messing up this land?"
" what?
"And, if you make a Master-class living sacrifice into an undead, its power Do I need to tell you?"
"It's easy! Kill it! Just kill me!"
Jamie walked towards the enchantress, which was sitting neatly, leaving Katarina writhing and wriggling even in her captivity.
"Don't touch mine!!"
Katarina's voice was heard from behind, but she ignored it.
Jamie was quite impressed with the magical army made up of homunculus only.
As if the nickname "puppeteer" was not for nothing, the artificial humans created by magic boasted a considerable degree of perfection.
This too was a product of magic engineering created by modern magic.
"Is this worth using?"
If you modify it to suit your taste, it will be a great power.
"Jamie!"
"Why are you in such a hurry to deal with it yourself!"
Then, Simon and Linmer arrived behind them.
Jamie looked at them both.
"I'm sorry for greeting you now. I think the priority is to subdue the enemy first."
no. good job Well Very well done."
Linmer drooled slightly as he saw more than 20,000 soldiers locked in several huge mana prisons.
Is it possible for an individual to subdue a battlefield with a master alone?
There was such a hypothesis.
Linmer took a negative stance.
No matter how powerful a Master was, he thought that it would be impossible to subdue a large army of tens of thousands of Masters alone.
Indeed, Linmer's idea was not wrong.
An archmage of class 8 or lower, or a master's level, could not subdue a large army including a master.
This has been proven many times in many wars.
But now, Jamie has proven that hypothesis.
"Amazing, Jamie. Have you reached it?"
Simon looked at Jamie's condition with admiration unmatchedly.
In the past, the extent of the cultivated land could have been known by the public, but now it seemed that the Great Sea was right in front of them.
"After all, you have reached the supreme state."
Even Linmer had to admit it.
There is only one way to achieve such an achievement.
"Finally reached."
Right. Is it finally?"
The two knew Jamie's secret.
So I wasn't too surprised that I had reached the supreme state.
Even so, it was unavoidable to be in awe.
A human who has reached the level of admiration and reverence of all wizards appeared.
If this fact were known, the world would once again be swamped by a genius.
But for Jamie, that didn't really matter.
"For now, we need a place to gather the enemy soldiers in one place."
"You should tell the lord. If you're a prisoner of war, there's plenty of room for use. You can send it to another country."
Prisoners of war are usually reduced to slaves if they lose their value.
Those more than 20,000 prisoners will also be forced to become slaves.
I'm sorry but I can't help it
That is the end of the loser.
"What do they think?"
Rinmer pointed at Katarina and Draxar with a chin.
You could destroy the mana core and make it a slave, but I think there's a better way.
"They are going to be eaten by me."
"If you eat it, do you mean that you will turn it into an undead?"
Yes. It will be a valuable force in future wars."
The two archmages nodded their heads with faces they couldn't get used to.
Jamie understood their reaction.
No matter how much he believed and followed him, if he told him to use a corpse, he would have reacted in denial.
Rinmer nodded with a determined face.
"I will do anything for the sake of mankind."
"It is the same."
Simon agrees with his opinion, too.
Jamie smiled and nodded.
thank you. But where is Sir Beiryl?"
"I went to the lord. He said he would sort out the chaos."
i See.
If it was Beiryl, he would rather have more credibility than the two archmages.
This is because sword masters are treated better on the battlefield than wizards.
"More than that, Earl Wellton is coming here."
"Are you your father?"
I haven't heard of Earl Wellton coming here.
Jamie looked in the direction of the next city with wide eyes.
Through that road comes his father, Earl Wellton.
Although it had not been long since we left, the thought of meeting my parents in a distant land gave me a strange feeling.
Simon patted Jamie on the back and said.
"It will take some time to get there, so take a break. I know you come from afar."
"Yeah. Leave this to us."
Oh. Then please. I still wanted to do some washing."
To say that it was a long way, it came through the warp at once, but as soon as it arrived, it was a bit uncomfortable because it inhaled a large amount of dust.
Jamie entered the city with a light footstep.
- Continued on next episode -
Chapter 27: Parting and Meeting 5 The Pope of Zenith, Iliod IV, cried out in anger. "Say something that makes sense!!" He couldn't understand the current situation. The 'Spiral of the Battlefield' causes errors! The spiral of the battlefield was a sacred gift from the god Zenith, and it was a tool that simulated victory in all wars in advance. So was this war. In addition to thorough preparation, the number of cases was strengthened several times by bearing the causal ratio through the spiral of the battlefield. Naturally, external intervention was also included in the simulation. "Why didn't you calculate the enemy's wetness!" In the Pope's wrath, the manager of the battlefield was sweating profusely, only making excuses with an apology. "Sorry, I'm sorry. Obviously, I analyzed and understood all the situations, and the spiral of the battlefield continued to produce the same result ." "Did you?" "The presence of Jamie Welton seems unexpected." "So, does that mean that the holy things that the god Zenith has given is wrong?" At Iliod's sarcastic remarks, the manager raised his hands and waved his hands. "Oh, that could be! Belief, it seems that belief made a big mistake in the manipulation process!" Right. Then it is clear that it is your fault." Yes ?" The manager felt strange at the pope's words and shook his head. But there was nothing he could see. The moment he raised his head, his neck fell off his body. The Seven Knights paladin wiped the blood on the blade with a cloth, then put it back into the scabbard. "Take away the body." At Iliod's command, the waiting soldiers went outside with the manager's head and body. He looked at the apostle, Noah, who was sitting next to him with a tongue-in-cheek expression on his face. "What should I do? Apostle give me your opinion." The age difference between Iliod and Noah was that of an old man and his grandson, but due to the nature of the apostle, even the Pope could not call him low. This is because the apostle was an alter ego of God. Therefore, Noah did not immediately answer the Pope's question, and wiped his chin with a thoughtful expression for a moment. 'It's Jamie Welton... . It is not surprising that he defeated 50,000 soldiers alone. Because if you're a superman, it's possible enough. However, the three masters were also defeated by themselves.' In the past, there were several people who defeated the strongest in the Master Class alone. Typically, the champion who stayed for a long time in the dark fighting arena killed two sword masters alone in an event match. In addition to that, there were quite a few strong men in the Dark Realm who could tear down even an entry-level sword master. 'The problem is that those three aren't masters of the introductory stage.' Katarina, who served as the commander, was a veteran battle mage with extensive battlefield experience in the 8th class, and Feros and Draksar were masters representing Therizia for over 10 years. They are different characters from those who have risen to the God Masters, but three of them at the same time. He even defeated Katarina's homunculus in a situation where it was supported. 'Besides, Katarina has been suppressed.' This meant one thing. "Probably ." When Noah opened his mouth, the pope and other key officials looked at him. "Jamie Welton, he seems to have reached the climax." "The supreme state?!" One man screamed in surprise. Among those gathered here, there was no one who did not know what the supreme state was. 9 class. The state of an archmage that no human being has ever reached throughout the present history. In fact, there were those who reached that point, but all of them were wiped out without being recorded in history. And now, it is presumed that Jamie Welton has reached the level of 9th class. "You have to send the garbage out to get back to where you are." At that moment, the man sitting at the edge of the edge opened his mouth. Pope Iliod IV called him by name. "Krion." your Majesty. Send me." Crion got up and walked to the Pope. The holy sword Durandal was hung around his waist. He said while fiddling with Durandal's pommel. "If he has reached the supreme state, others have no chance to compete. give me an army The northern bugs will make you go through hell." Creon smiled bitterly and licked his lips with his tongue. Iliod frowned at Kreon like that. 'In five years, people have completely changed.' Kryon was originally a man with a calm personality and consideration for others. In addition to having excellent skills, he became the object of envy by many. However, after disappearing for five years, he appeared before him as if he had become a completely different person. The life and madness that flowed naturally just by standing up made him doubt whether he was really the seeker. Apart from that, it is also true that he broke through the wall during the five years he disappeared, and that he became stronger than before. "Leave it to Sir Krion." The apostle Noah said so. Others didn't just talk, they were looking at them saying so. Reluctantly, Iliod summoned another manager of the Spiral of the Battlefield. "Look. Let's go straight to the spiral of the battlefield to examine causality." Noticing what those words meant, Krion smiled and bowed his head. "Thank you, Pope." The opportunity will come so soon. Kryon wanted to run to the battlefield quickly. 'Jamie Welton... !' He will experience hell for that cheeky kid who dropped himself into hell. * * * All the fleeing Therizia's soldiers were arrested. It wasn't that difficult for Jamie. He scans the many large mana prisons, then sees a middle-aged man kneeling in front of him and a man half charred. The middle-aged man was the Archmage of Therizia and Katarina, widely known by the pseudonym of a puppeteer, and the charred man was Draksar, a lance master with a pseudonym of a spear. There was one other person besides him, but he seemed to have been wiped out by the light. "Kill it." Katarina said to Jamie, feeling the loss of her empty left arm. As long as he was a prisoner, he had no choice but to die cleanly here. Having traveled to many battlefields, he was well aware of how miserable a prisoner's position was. Of course, this too was the heart of the enemy captain holding the leash, so he only wanted to kill him. Of course, Jamie couldn't do that. "Are you crazy? You want me to kill a master-class prisoner?" The war has begun anyway, and you know our necks aren't worth much, warlock. Katarina recalled Jamie's ominous dark powers that devoured the art of conversion. It felt very different from the black mana he knew, but the ominousness was definitely the nature of darkness. "The fact that you are a warlock is a good thing. We lost our value as prisoners of war anyway. It can't even be used as a threat." Know. I don't even consider you worthy prisoners. "Then why don't you kill me?" "Yeah ." Jamie pressed his own face against Katarina's face, letting out a cruel voice. "Aren't you going to have to pay the price for messing up this land?" " what? "And, if you make a Master-class living sacrifice into an undead, its power Do I need to tell you?" "It's easy! Kill it! Just kill me!" Jamie walked towards the enchantress, which was sitting neatly, leaving Katarina writhing and wriggling even in her captivity. "Don't touch mine!!" Katarina's voice was heard from behind, but she ignored it. Jamie was quite impressed with the magical army made up of homunculus only. As if the nickname "puppeteer" was not for nothing, the artificial humans created by magic boasted a considerable degree of perfection. This too was a product of magic engineering created by modern magic. "Is this worth using?" If you modify it to suit your taste, it will be a great power. "Jamie!" "Why are you in such a hurry to deal with it yourself!" Then, Simon and Linmer arrived behind them. Jamie looked at them both. "I'm sorry for greeting you now. I think the priority is to subdue the enemy first." no. good job Well Very well done." Linmer drooled slightly as he saw more than 20,000 soldiers locked in several huge mana prisons. Is it possible for an individual to subdue a battlefield with a master alone? There was such a hypothesis. Linmer took a negative stance. No matter how powerful a Master was, he thought that it would be impossible to subdue a large army of tens of thousands of Masters alone. Indeed, Linmer's idea was not wrong. An archmage of class 8 or lower, or a master's level, could not subdue a large army including a master. This has been proven many times in many wars. But now, Jamie has proven that hypothesis. "Amazing, Jamie. Have you reached it?" Simon looked at Jamie's condition with admiration unmatchedly. In the past, the extent of the cultivated land could have been known by the public, but now it seemed that the Great Sea was right in front of them. "After all, you have reached the supreme state." Even Linmer had to admit it. There is only one way to achieve such an achievement. "Finally reached." Right. Is it finally?" The two knew Jamie's secret. So I wasn't too surprised that I had reached the supreme state. Even so, it was unavoidable to be in awe. A human who has reached the level of admiration and reverence of all wizards appeared. If this fact were known, the world would once again be swamped by a genius. But for Jamie, that didn't really matter. "For now, we need a place to gather the enemy soldiers in one place." "You should tell the lord. If you're a prisoner of war, there's plenty of room for use. You can send it to another country." Prisoners of war are usually reduced to slaves if they lose their value. Those more than 20,000 prisoners will also be forced to become slaves. I'm sorry but I can't help it That is the end of the loser. "What do they think?" Rinmer pointed at Katarina and Draxar with a chin. You could destroy the mana core and make it a slave, but I think there's a better way. "They are going to be eaten by me." "If you eat it, do you mean that you will turn it into an undead?" Yes. It will be a valuable force in future wars." The two archmages nodded their heads with faces they couldn't get used to. Jamie understood their reaction. No matter how much he believed and followed him, if he told him to use a corpse, he would have reacted in denial. Rinmer nodded with a determined face. "I will do anything for the sake of mankind." "It is the same." Simon agrees with his opinion, too. Jamie smiled and nodded. thank you. But where is Sir Beiryl?" "I went to the lord. He said he would sort out the chaos." i See. If it was Beiryl, he would rather have more credibility than the two archmages. This is because sword masters are treated better on the battlefield than wizards. "More than that, Earl Wellton is coming here." "Are you your father?" I haven't heard of Earl Wellton coming here. Jamie looked in the direction of the next city with wide eyes. Through that road comes his father, Earl Wellton. Although it had not been long since we left, the thought of meeting my parents in a distant land gave me a strange feeling. Simon patted Jamie on the back and said. "It will take some time to get there, so take a break. I know you come from afar." "Yeah. Leave this to us." Oh. Then please. I still wanted to do some washing." To say that it was a long way, it came through the warp at once, but as soon as it arrived, it was a bit uncomfortable because it inhaled a large amount of dust. Jamie entered the city with a light footstep. - Continued on next episode -
