Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1156

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Chapter 1156

“What the hell is going on!”

One of the remnants shouted at Lee Han while panting heavily.

It was understandable that they were confused, as their leader Harenken was transforming into a hideous monster.

If they judged coldly, the most likely culprit was Prahgal’s priest, so it would be right to cooperate with the mage for now, but acting so coldly in this situation wasn’t easy.

The remnants were actually wary and suspicious of Lee Han too. They acted as if he had done something to Harenken.

Lee Han nodded.

“The command has been broken. …Once more, obey my command!”

“Kraaak!”

The remnants who were there let out the same screams they had just made again.

The agony felt in their souls.

This was the agony of the parasitic worm struggling as it emerged.

Lee Han didn’t waste time persuading or explaining to these suspicious individuals.

Instead, he made the best choice for the current situation where every second was precious.

First, completely subdue those who might turn into enemies at any moment!

“Get down, Wardanaz!”

Giselle made Lee Han get down, then pressed one hand on his shoulder and leaped up. While he was commanding using the stolen evil deity’s power, Harenken had charged at Lee Han.

Bang!

When sword met sword, an explosive sound rang out. Giselle clicked her tongue low.

Excellent swordsmen could gauge each other’s skills just by crossing blades. She could feel her opponent’s ability from that single strike.

‘Aura, and he’s skilled with it too.’

Currently, Giselle could use aura in a limited way. Since the aura’s maintenance could break or her concentration could waver midway, she couldn’t say she had completely mastered it.

A moment’s mistake could result in a fatal wound – that was the nature of swordsmen’s battles.

Normally, she wouldn’t have forced herself to draw out aura to fight, but now wasn’t the time for such luxury. She had to push back the enemy until Wardanaz could provide magical support.

The aura emitting emerald light intertwined with her twin swords and unfolded into the Moradi family’s swordsmanship, the Purple Cloud Sword. The changes were so extreme that space itself seemed to twist.

However, Harenken was no pushover either. He gripped his longsword firmly like a staff and explosively scattered aura mixed with curses and plague.

No matter how extreme the changes in swordsmanship, if you push with pure force, you can win – he knew this even while having lost his reason.

Though she quickly lost the space she had occupied, Giselle’s eyes only grew colder.

Since she knew from the start that her opponent was strong, there was no reason to panic. And she wasn’t an ordinary swordsman.

“?!”

Harenken, who had lost his reason, hesitated. He instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Crackle-

The cold created by magic was penetrating into the muscles and bones of his limbs.

If Harenken’s reason hadn’t been lost, he would likely have realized it much faster.

Magic swordsmen who could also use magic were always troublesome opponents. And from an anti-magic extremist’s perspective, they were several times more annoying.

The magic Giselle had just used was enhancement magic, 【Aksen’s Frost Touch】.

When people thought of enhancement magic, they easily only thought of simply increasing strength or agility, but excellent enhancement mages knew how to utilize all sorts of magic in combat.

【Aksen’s Frost Touch】 was that type of magic. When first hit by it, it wasn’t easy to realize how you were affected.

“Ugh… urgh.”

The excellent point of this magic was precisely its stealth.

It continuously emitted invisible cold around the caster and kept stacking it, and until it reached a certain level, it wasn’t easy for the opponent to notice.

It was magic that suited magic swordsmen like those of the White Tiger Tower very well, and especially Giselle who used ever-changing swordsmanship.

The second round began again. This time Giselle took the initiative. Even if she was pushed back with swords, she planned to feed more cold to her opponent.

The powerful magic swords passed down from her family, Ice Light and Ice Flower, aided Giselle’s strategy.

These two swords scattered tangible cold outwardly while simultaneously amplifying the invisible intangible cold magic 【Aksen’s Frost Touch】.

Realizing he had fallen deep into a quagmire of freezing, Harenken launched a counterattack. The aura on his sword diminished, then suddenly blood spurted from various parts of his body.

He had materialized his mana to wound himself all over his body.

At first glance, it looked like foolish self-harm, but it was different when his body was full of an evil deity’s curse.

The wounds healed instantly and his body’s muscles swelled grotesquely. It was as if he was trying to evolve into a new species.

‘This bastard…!’

To remove the cold clinging to his flesh in such a way.

She wanted to check what Wardanaz was doing, but it was too urgent to afford such luxury. She had to trust that he was handling things well and keep moving.

Since it had come to this, she had no choice but to break him down once more with swordsmanship.

The size of the aura rippling from Giselle’s sword decreased. However, its light became even deeper.

Mana flowed naturally as if the weapons had become her own hands and feet. At the end of her concentration sharpened to the extreme, Giselle discovered that she was perfectly controlling her aura.

‘…’

They said battles with strong enemies made swordsmen grow, but why did it have to be at such an unpleasant time?

However, separate from her personal feelings, her hands and feet were unfolding the sword techniques she had practiced tens of thousands of times.

Being able to use aura meant being able to deeply imbue one’s will into the sword, which also meant gaining the qualification to approach the principles of the world.

Though much cruder and more limited than a mage’s miniature world, a swordsman’s swordsmanship could also approach the world.

If mages changed the world, then swordsmen tore the world apart.

When the secret technique of the Moradi family’s swordsmanship, the Purple Cloud Sword, unfolded, space subtly warped. Harenken’s swung sword traced an impossible trajectory and struck the ground.

Sword strikes exploded against the body of the enemy who had lost his reason. No blood splattered. Each time the aura stabbed and grazed, ice penetrated inward.

“Krrrrrruuuugh!”

Harenken threw away his sword that had become an inconvenient burden and created aura on both arms. His arms became tattered due to the burning aura, but it didn’t matter as long as he had the evil deity worshipper’s power.

Giselle felt cold sweat flowing and let out ragged breaths. Though she had prepared enhancement magic like 【Aksen’s Frost Touch】 before the battle started, using even sword technique secrets was beginning to deplete her mana.

‘He’s tougher than I thought…!’

Suddenly, one method came to mind.

Would that method work?

Ice Light pierced the opponent’s left arm. Giselle spun around and drove Ice Flower into the opponent’s right arm as well.

Ice cracked and spread from where the swords were embedded. It was a powerful attack, but Harenken seemed to gain momentum instead.

He had instinctively realized that his opponent had resorted to desperate measures in an unfavorable situation.

Harenken tore off both arms as if he would cut them off entirely and tried to charge again.

Thud!

The end of the fight was truly anticlimactic.

Harenken, whose head was blown off by a compressed wind bullet, collapsed to his knees. Giselle exhaled deeply.

“…It worked.”

Who would have thought she’d end up using this.

What ended the fight wasn’t swordsmanship or magic, but a hidden weapon artifact. The magic artifact with a built-in hidden weapon that she had received from Wardanaz last time.

This artifact, which a famous dueling mage was said to have favored, would shoot out a compressed wind bullet from the sword hilt to deliver a fatal blow when activated while pretending to draw a sword.

It was a bit embarrassing that such a petty method had ended a high-level fight between swordsmen, but…

“Sorry, Moradi.”

Lee Han, who had barely succeeded in controlling the stolen evil deity’s power, opened his mouth to apologize.

“Forget it. Is it all done?”

“Yes.”

Giselle let out a sigh of relief.

Her whole body felt weary – she didn’t think she could play this shield role twice.

‘How did I end up doing this…’

“Next time, bring Senior Jahan with you.”

“I thought about it too, but Senior can’t manage his expressions. If he deals with suspicious guys, his ears will perk up right away.”

‘That’s definitely true.’

“Kraaak… Kraaak!”

The remaining remnants screamed and glared at Lee Han.

They wanted to escape this place immediately, but the worm lodged in their souls was binding them tightly.

“Stay still. Unless you want it to become more painful.”

Lee Han warned them.

Unlike the early stage when the command had been broken, now that he had entered power control, there was no chance for them to escape.

He had felt he could steal this evil deity’s power when he grasped the worm extracted from the opponent’s soul in his hand.

Unlike Imperial magic, divine magic – that is, the power of religious orders – was closer to innate instinct. Just as you don’t calculate with your head when swinging your arm, power was the same way.

Since Lee Han had already somehow learned divine magic from other orders before, his adaptation was even faster.

The evil deity’s power that amplifies the life force of souls while simultaneously creating insects that spew contagious cursed plagues.

The range of this power extended to controlling the insects and manipulating the curses they spewed.

It was only natural that the remnants with insects embedded in their souls eventually submitted and obeyed commands.

“Empire… how can an Empire mage use such wicked power!”

“Sharp observation.”

When Giselle muttered, Lee Han glared at his friend.

If you can’t help, at least don’t make things worse!

“I’m only using it this once. Just this once. You need to know your enemy’s power well to deal with them effectively.”

“Aren’t you knowing it too well? Are you sure it’s really okay to use that power?”

This time it wasn’t sarcasm but genuine concern.

She wondered if he had been influenced by the power earlier.

No matter how confident he was in his resistance, acting so recklessly like that.

“The sect’s powers are just forces – as long as you don’t blindly believe in them, there’s no real problem. …Though I admit it might seem strange that I learned it so quickly.”

‘Ah.’

Giselle felt a pang of regret.

She thought Wardanaz wouldn’t care much given his shameless personality, but apparently it had been bothering him.

Of course, Wardanaz had learned powers so easily before, but human emotions weren’t that simple.

“However, you must consider that my magic skills have improved since then, and I learned similar powers last year. Also, I’ve clashed with the Sainguiros Sect frequently in a short period. I must have instinctively sensed the structure of the enemy’s power.”

Lee Han rambled on explaining information that the other person wasn’t really curious about.

Giselle just wanted to hear whether it was really safe to use, but it felt a bit awkward to say ‘I’m not curious’ at this point, so she just listened.

And honestly, it was somewhat interesting.

In fact, whether it was sect powers or evil deity sect powers, they weren’t impossible to recreate with magic.

After all, both existed within the boundaries of magic.

The former was called expressions like primitive magic or divine magic, but there were definitely intersections between them.

If one was truly an exceptional mage, they could instinctively understand the structure of those powers and steal them.

As mentioned, this divine magic was closer to innate instinct.

…Though she had never heard of anyone instinctively understanding and stealing even evil deity sect powers…

“Are you listening? Moradi?”

“Huh? Yeah. But wouldn’t it be better to pay attention to those guys behind us?”

Lee Han turned around. The remnants were writhing in agony. He had forgotten about them after commanding the insects to cause pain earlier.

“My apologies. I’ll stop it now. Now then. Tell me what you know about the Sainguiros bunch.”

“Sai, Sainguiros? We have nothing to do with those guys…”

Lee Han’s face hardened. Screams burst from the remnants’ mouths again.

“Aaaaaargh!”

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