Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1215

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Chapter 1215

“Originally, demons don’t cooperate well. It’s only natural to be surprised when they’re being so cooperative. In comparison, I’ve always trusted the great Perkuntra, who holds the title of Thunder King and Lightning General, as he has always been my reliable patron.”

The more urgent and desperate the situation became, the longer and more detailed Lee Han’s flattery grew.

Perkuntra felt himself wavering despite being caught by such an obvious ploy. It seemed he had become unnecessarily close to this contractor.

…Hmph. Fine. Since we’ve come this far, let’s see it through to the end.

-Isn’t this too easy for a Spirit King?

Mahuda expressed doubt, but Perkuntra ignored it.

There was no spirit naive enough to be swayed by a demon’s words.

The lightning spear could deliver a proper blow if it could just pierce through. But…

This annihilating strike, combining the Thunder King’s lightning with the infamous demon’s spear techniques, boasted power several levels higher than ordinary small worlds.

Even if the opponent was a divine-level being, that wouldn’t change.

But the problem was landing the attack.

Right now, the Yachaowang and Seinguiros were literally having a fight that tore and shattered dimensions.

Einroguard’s professors and knights moved swiftly to establish multiple layers of encirclement and strike at Seinguiros, but this was only possible because they were professors and knights.

Could Lee Han, still a student, sharply penetrate that battle and deliver a decisive blow?

Moreover, it has seen your attack once. If it senses a similar aura, it will immediately be on guard.

“I understand. But it will surely reveal an opening.”

That would be true.

Perkuntra couldn’t deny that statement.

If it were a proper divine being, it wouldn’t reveal openings. No, there wouldn’t have been a need to fight like this in the first place.

But the opponent was a corrupted and immature evil deity that had gained something called ego.

It was a being confirmed multiple times to act emotionally and impulsively.

The opportunity will surely come!

Good. However, stop using that small world magic.

“Do you mean Basilios?”

…

“Euangellion?”

Can’t you stop before I leave?!

When the contractor shamelessly feigned ignorance, Perkuntra rumbled with thunder.

He obviously knew which small world was being referred to, yet was playing petty tricks.

I’m talking about the magic that draws from the future. That magic is dangerous. Mages intoxicated by magic have always met terrible fates.

Being intoxicated by magic wasn’t something only the hamster could experience. This Wardanaz could experience it too.

Small worlds like Dunamis were especially dangerous. Being so powerful and seductive, the mage himself couldn’t gauge his limits and would keep drawing it in.

The omnipotent sensation of bringing magic he couldn’t use into reality.

Such a sensation was sweet poison to a mage.

“I understand. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Good. Now you’re finally listening.

“Then just about three times?”

…

-…Maybe the yacha shouldn’t have healed him?

Even the demon was dumbfounded.

Did this mage have no fear?

No matter how much vast mana supported him, mental exhaustion and physical fatigue were…

-If you’re relying on the spirit in your staff or the demons in your bracelet, I recommend you stop.

In fact, the cooperation of Sarataan and Mahuda itself was extremely rare.

There was no reason for this violent exiled spirit or this vindictive demon to voluntarily share the burden of magic.

But even that was now reaching its limit.

In Sarataan’s case, he was originally a spirit who had lost his power and was barely surviving using a staff as his body.

No matter how strong a spirit was, he couldn’t share the burden while considering his staff body being shattered.

Can’t the demons still share the burden?

-This side is also on the verge of riot. If I go down there, I won’t be able to come back up for a while.

Those demons in the deep layers, who hadn’t even awakened yet, were half-mad from the sudden pain they received.

No one knew what would happen if such demons went berserk. He couldn’t let dozens of demons emerge from the bracelet to fight over Lee Han’s body.

-Ha. I’m fine.

Sarataan, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. Immediately, both the spirit and demon scolded him.

Don’t act tough, rookie.

-That’s why you got caught.

-…These bastards! If I had my original power, I would have buried you both as saplings!

Sarataan raged, but the two didn’t even pretend to listen.

To begin with, to Perkuntra, a King-level spirit, such a wandering spirit was merely laughable, and Mahuda, being a demon, had no respect for spirits whatsoever.

Sarataan tried to persuade Lee Han instead of the two who wouldn’t listen.

-Trust me. I can endure it.

“Is that really… wait. You’ve been wrong quite often before…”

-This time is different. Would I be wrong when my own life is at stake?

‘That’s convincing.’

Indeed, even Lee Han had to weaken at these words.

No matter how often this spirit made calculation errors, would he make a mistake when his own life was on the line?

…Once. Just once when it’s really necessary.

Eventually, even Perkuntra and Mahuda’s resolve was broken.

Just once at the truly decisive moment.

That much seemed manageable somehow.

“Don’t worry too much. Seeing how the Yachaowang wasn’t surprised when I arrived, that yacha must have predicted even this situation. Then he must have factored in my use of Dunamis as well. It should be fine.”

Perkuntra looked at his contractor as if he were absurd.

What was this about trusting the Yachaowang now, when he had been cursing him like a mortal enemy whenever he had time?

‘Such shamelessness…!’

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The Yachaowang had never properly explained the plan, but the moment Seinguiros revealed itself, everyone present knew how they should move.

The Yachaowang was essentially the shield-bearer.

This wise king, with tremendous defensive power and foresight, faced the killing intent and madness that the evil deity spewed head-on, binding it in place.

And the Death Knights were the spear-bearers.

Like whalers hunting a giant whale, they moved swiftly around the upper, lower, left, and right of the domain, driving cold yin harpoons into the evil deity’s bloated body.

Even if each individual attack couldn’t deal significant damage, every time a spear point pierced and chains connected, the evil deity’s existence was gradually whittled away.

When these annoying insects kept stabbing at his body while he should be busy tearing apart the Yachaowang’s flesh, Seinguiros roared in displeasure.

Get-away-from-me!

Seeing you having a fit, it seems your patience has run out. The reason you’re so angry right now is actually…

I’ll kill you!

The Yachaowang once again drew Seinguiros’s attention back to himself.

The knights were newly impressed by his skill in drawing all the opponent’s hatred to himself without a single curse word.

Perhaps the most powerful of the Yachaowang’s authorities was that one.

The authority to incite hatred regardless of friend or foe!

“Time becomes the warp and space becomes the weft, creating the fabric of magic…”

Finally, the professors were taking on the role inherent to mages.

Powerful sages who created variables on the battlefield.

While the great magic was being prepared, Professor Kirmin and Professor Boladi deflected incoming attacks and protected the professor concentrating on casting.

Professor Garcia hadn’t received magical combat training, so she had weak resistance to such chaotic situations. She had to be protected until the magic was completed.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Feeling embarrassed, Professor Garcia apologized. Professor Kirmin was rather puzzled by the apology.

“Why do you say such things, Professor Kim?”

“If I had received magical combat training normally, you two could have moved independently…”

“Unless you’re Professor Bagrek, what would a mage do practicing fighting? You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Student Lee Han also said he couldn’t trust me because I haven’t received magical combat training.”

“…”

“…”

A moment of bewildered silence lingered.

Professor Boladi sent a look to his friend. It was a look that said to comfort the junior professor well.

‘This bastard. Does he think I have answers prepared for every situation?’

Professor Kirmin felt frustrated.

The guy who never treated him like a friend was now asking for help as if he’d entrusted everything to him?

“…I’ll prepare a few more spells in case that thing’s attention turns this way!”

In the end, Professor Kirmin chose to change the subject.

It was because he really couldn’t think of anything to say.

And this was quite a decent topic change. Professor Kirmin actually did need to prepare magic.

He couldn’t leave everything to the junior professor.

Along with the incantation, 【Kirmin’s Consciousness Wedge】 was prepared. This 7th circle magic, cast based on three limited miniature world spells, was very effective against thought entities like evil deities.

The cost required for casting was great, but now wasn’t the time to be petty about saving reagents.

Professor Kirmin took out three rings and five crimson flowers, then cut his palm. When blood touched them, the miniature world spells stored in the rings awakened and emerged, quickly combining to take shape.

The magic that greedily devoured the flowers looked for its next meal. Professor Kirmin continuously threw in reagents, mana, and incantations without rest, aiming the magic.

“Fire, new consciousness. Coil within the enemy…”

As the magic neared completion, Professor Boladi spoke.

“Can you cast an illusion maze around the area after casting?”

“What? That wouldn’t mean much against an evil deity, would it?”

This consciousness wedge was a kind of parasitic thought entity magic that awakened a new ego in the target the moment it was driven in.

It was very powerful magic, but more than anything, it was especially effective because the opponent was an evil deity unfamiliar with selfhood. Since it was someone uncertain about itself, it would be even more bewildered by the new ego.

In comparison, illusion maze magic would be meaningless in this situation.

At best, it would be torn apart the moment Seinguiros moved, so why waste magic?

“I’d like you to send Wardanaz far away so he can’t approach.”

“…Save your grumbling about your disciple not listening for later!”

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand his friend’s feelings.

Wardanaz was Professor Kirmin’s disciple too.

Seeing the Spirit King wielding a lightning sword down below, Wardanaz clearly hadn’t left the battlefield yet.

Then his intention was obvious.

He was trying to somehow land a blow on the evil deity.

‘I said I respect Wardanaz as a mage, but that didn’t mean I respect this kind of crazy behavior.’

He only respected him chasing and hunting evil worshippers outside, not coming along when professors and knights were fighting to attack an evil deity.

Did he respect him a bit too excessively?

‘Maybe I should have prevented him from leaving school from the beginning…’

But the deed was already done and Wardanaz was showing stubbornness as bad as his master’s.

Look how he persistently hijacked dimensions to follow after being left behind earlier. Moreover, from what he heard, there was a high possibility he’d used miniature world dunamis.

If he cast an illusion maze, he might try to break through that with dunamis too.

“…Hoping that disciples of the world would listen to their masters a bit better, go!”

Professor Kirmin shot the completed magic as a single arrow.

Unlike magic from other schools, it didn’t shake heaven and earth or make spirits and demons tremble, but that didn’t matter. The Illusion Magic School didn’t care about such outward displays of power.

What mattered was striking deep into the enemy’s soul…

Aaaaaaahhhhh!

When Seinguiros suddenly howled as if going mad, Professor Kirmin was startled.

The effect was this good?!

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