Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 941

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Chapter 941

Usually, the attitude of a mage who had summoned a powerful being from another dimension was to stay still.

It wasn’t because the mage was lazy. Calling forth a powerful being was an act that placed an enormous burden on mortals, even with the help of all sorts of restrictions and ritual power, and doing other things during such an act wasn’t a very good choice.

However, Lee Han was trying to additionally summon Perkuntra like a novice who had just learned summoning magic for the first time.

Although he didn’t have much experience fighting transcendent beings, one of the lessons Lee Han had learned was this:

Use every possible means to quickly subdue them at the beginning!

The importance of the first strike in magical combat had been drilled into him by Professor Boladi until it was etched into his bones. Making the most of that initiative by pouring everything out was the tactic of the weak.

-What foolishness…

As the Fierce Beast tried to scold the mage’s stupidity, Sharkan whined again.

Because of the whining of the foolish projection crying inside, the Fierce Beast growled in irritation.

-Since we’ve come this far, stop whining! The fight is still… he’s fine?

The Fierce Beast was flustered by the unexpected words.

Surprisingly, Sharkan was shouting that the mage was fine so go fight the enemy.

Normally, he would have been delighted that they had finally abandoned the useless mortal, but the Fierce Beast instinctively knew that wasn’t the case.

Why on earth was he fine?

-…Fine. Even if the mage’s life goes out like a candle, the Fierce Beast will not take responsibility!

Dum, byeo, ra!

The Blasphemer stared at the Fierce Beast and shouted.

The Blasphemer’s bulk, having squeezed its body out of the dimensional gate, had swollen up almost like a balloon and was decorating the air.

The Blasphemer, in the form of a fat giant without a head, poured out an aura of decay and corruption around it every time it writhed, and from that aura, armies were born again.

The Blasphemer looked like it would immediately charge at the Death Knights who had set up a siege with chains and siege weapons, but it was surprisingly cautious.

This was because right in front of it was not only the Fury Golem but also a familiar nemesis, a beast from the undead realm.

-A Fury Golem? Did Gonadaltes summon it? Even so, to entrust such a monster to mere minions?

“!”

Lee Han flinched despite being in the middle of summoning preparations.

‘What is it saying?’

Bun, no, gong!

Perhaps thinking it was disadvantageous to face two strong opponents while surrounded by Death Knights, the Blasphemer took the initiative.

It stopped summoning armies and concentrated its power to unleash an attack on the Fury Golem.

-It’s moving!

The Death Knights were busy preventing the armies pouring from the air from escaping outside the palace and sealing the dimensional gate with chains, but they didn’t miss the chance to counterattack the Blasphemer that had shown an opening.

When the ballista engraved with magic circles and ancient characters fired projectiles, a vicious sound came from the Blasphemer’s flesh.

The Blasphemer cried out as if in pain but still didn’t stop. It intended to take a few hits but definitely finish off the Fury Golem.

The Fierce Beast inflated its body. The darkness of night colored its flesh, and in an instant, its bulk increased dozens of times. It looked as if it could swallow even the moon.

Crack!

The biting attack just now seemed to have blown away about 1/4 of the Blasphemer’s flesh.

However, the Blasphemer didn’t stop moving even while screaming in pain. Rather, the injured parts regenerated even faster.

-…Prahgal?! Its power!?

Yeong, ri, hae!

The Fierce Beast couldn’t tell whether the Blasphemer was praising itself or showing off its own intelligence for allying with Prahgal.

It had heard rumors of associating or making contracts with those evil god worshippers, but allying to the extent of borrowing divine power was a different story.

Evil gods were basically thought-forms born from the extreme condensation of evil and negative emotions and resentments, but conceptually speaking, they could still be called divine beings.

All the emotions and declarations the Blasphemer had offered for the alliance were being offered as nourishment to the evil god.

No matter how long a strong being had reigned in the undead realm, such contracts could turn into danger at any time in any way.

-You stupid and undignified bastard! Do you believe in gods because you have nothing else to trust?!

Meong, cheong, i!

Of course, the Blasphemer didn’t acknowledge its mistake and declare it would compete fairly.

Rather, it mocked the Fierce Beast and injected decay fluid to deal a definitive fatal blow to the Fury Golem.

The fluid was so toxic that dozens of Plague Ghouls would be born from a single drop that fell outside.

…Tto, hwan, sang!!!

-??!

The Fierce Beast belatedly realized from the rare anger for a Blasphemer.

That Fury Golem was an illusion!

Looking again, it wondered why it had been fooled, but the Fierce Beast tried to console itself.

Wasn’t it because that Blasphemer fool had been deceived that it had believed it too?

Juk, in, da!

-You rotten fat bastard. Worry about yourself!

Even as the Fierce Beast said this, it secretly glanced at Lee Han.

It was worried because the Blasphemer’s obsession was extraordinary.

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Lee Han’s situation in the lower palace wasn’t very good either.

It wasn’t that he had been seriously injured due to mana while summoning Perkuntra.

Attackers had appeared.

“…It’s an attack!”

“!”

At Alsicle’s shout, Lee Han stopped calling Perkuntra and immediately prepared for battle.

‘How?!’

Their current position wasn’t a situation where they should be under attack.

The Death Knights had completely surrounded the area including the dimensional gate.

Though it seemed like a passive tactic, this method was surprisingly effective orthodox strategy when dealing with powerful beings from other dimensions.

Since they were summoned by paying a price to break through the wall, the longer they stayed, the weaker their power became.

As such, the Death Knights’ choice to completely surround the area and trap the minions it had summoned and the additional subordinates it was calling near here was wise.

Lee Han had trusted in that, but to think an attack would come like this.

“!”

Seeing the enemies filling the empty seats and stage, Lee Han understood the situation.

Armies had been summoned from the aura and blood (though he wasn’t sure if it was right to call it blood) that had flowed down from the Blasphemer’s flesh.

To think legions were being replicated from its flesh just by breathing.

‘Even a slime wouldn’t be this bad.’

“Be careful!”

Alsicle shouted out of concern for his inexperienced junior mage, but soon realized there was no need.

Enhanced undead summons were quickly summoned in the passage, blocking the way.

A Medium Skeleton Golem made by combining several Skeleton Warriors, and Skeleton Warriors enhanced with dark elements and blood elements.

And a Dragon-Tooth Golem…?

‘Did I see wrong?’

Alsicle blinked with a confused expression.

Just by appearance, it was definitely a skeleton golem summoned with dragon teeth that he had read about in books, but that didn’t make sense.

Where would one get pure dragon teeth these days?

It must be a new magic from Einroguard’s dark magic school.

Either summoning a golem with similar effects without dragon teeth, or mixing in a very small amount of dragon teeth…

-■■■ ■■■!

‘Left, right, below.’

Lee Han tried to quickly grasp the overall situation while deploying undead.

Alsicle was a better mage than Lee Han, but unfortunately, he wasn’t a professional combat mage. There was no telling what would happen if close combat broke out and chaos ensued.

He had to block entry and deal with them no matter what.

‘Is that a Plague Ghoul? The one behind looks like a Corruption Fiend. The stronger one is… I’ve never seen that one before.’

Undead he knew the names of and undead he was seeing for the first time.

But Lee Han could tell the opponent was strong. The knight dressed in armor that seemed decades out of fashion was emitting all sorts of nauseating auras from the slits of his helmet and other gaps.

“I forbid your approach in Penguerin’s name!”

While time was being bought, Alsicle completed his first spell.

A massive sphere of cold air formed in the sky and unleashed a frenzied blizzard at the enemies. It was cold enough to freeze solid even the corrupt undead that had been melting the stage and audience.

“Perk… Damn it!”

Lee Han blocked the incoming attacks with telekinesis. Thick plague slime and arrows disappeared against the telekinetic barrier.

‘They’re targeting me, not Alsicle!’

Lee Han realized that the undead here were focusing their attacks specifically on him.

He had thought they were distracted dealing with his summoned creatures, but the moment Lee Han seemed about to cast a powerful spell, they immediately moved to block him.

But why weren’t they attacking more aggressively?

‘…Are they trying to drag this into a long battle?’

Just now, dozens of undead had been torn apart by the summoned creatures Lee Han had called forth to keep them in check.

Especially the Dragon-Tooth Golem summoned with the tooth Jowrin had given him left terrifying scars on the enemy forces with each charge.

If they tried to break through by force, they could be annihilated. It seemed they wanted to restrain the most dangerous-looking Lee Han while building up their forces.

‘That’s fine with me.’

Lee Han was just as confident in prolonged battles. Lee Han strengthened his surrounding defenses with telekinesis, then chanted a spell that could be cast quickly.

Attacks flew at him immediately, but this much was manageable to block and endure.

‘Verdus!’

Lee Han called not for Professor Verdus, but for the ancestor Verdus, the undead mage who had made a contract with Lee Han.

However, no response came from the sigil. It meant Verdus couldn’t emerge right now.

Thud!

Hearing the attacks flying against his telekinesis, Lee Han moved again. When Alsicle tried to cast an ice barrier for his junior, Lee Han shook his head.

“There are too many for it to mean much! Please conserve your mana!”

Lee Han put aside Perkuntra and Verdus for now and summoned spirits. Lower spirits emerged with just brief gestures.

Now that he was in this situation, he found himself missing Sharkan. Lee Han regretted not summoning Sharkan and prepared another spell.

‘Lightning… I might collapse too…’

Anyway, in the current situation with summoned creatures called forth, support was sufficient.

Lee Han protected his surroundings with telekinesis, attacked enemies, then just helped his skeleton summons fight back. Whether it was his imagination or not, the enemies’ shouts and curses seemed to have gotten worse.

-■■■■■!

-■■■!

‘Must be my imagination.’

The enemy forces seemed to think they could subdue the two mages in a prolonged battle, but as time passed, it soon became clear they had misjudged the situation.

The undead summons Lee Han had called forth quickly recovered even when they melted, corroded, and decayed.

In contrast, the forces of blasphemers gathered here continuously dwindled in number. It wasn’t that reinforcements weren’t coming from above, but the losses were faster than that.

It was reminiscent of soldiers being ground down against a well-fortified fortress.

-…I. I’ll step forward.

The knight he had thought was an unfamiliar undead finally stepped forward. Lee Han watched his opponent with tense eyes.

-You. You interfered with Master’s work before.

“What? When did I…”

Lee Han belatedly felt a familiar aura emanating from his opponent’s soul.

It was the aura of corruption he had felt from the cultists who worshipped Prahgal.

‘Wasn’t he undead!?’

Being undead didn’t mean one couldn’t worship Prahgal, but he hadn’t expected a subordinate under a blasphemer to be a worshipper.

The Heretic Knight suddenly disappeared, then appeared behind Lee Han and attempted a lethal ambush.

Clang!

However, it didn’t work on Lee Han, who had already cast short-term precognition magic and physical enhancement magic, and even wastefully dispersed mana to strengthen his physical abilities. Lee Han immediately stepped back and crossed swords.

Sensing the obsidian blade absorbing power, the Heretic Knight stepped back slightly. A malicious aura flowed from the eyes behind the helmet.

‘What…’

Lee Han was shocked when he had a precognition of the Heretic Knight sacrificing his own soul to self-destruct in a few seconds.

Even if he blocked with telekinesis and escaped using lightning magic, he wasn’t confident he could protect Alsicle as well. Dozens of thoughts raced through Lee Han’s mind.

Did Alsicle have that level of protective artifacts? What was the range of the explosion? What the hell was this bastard that he would self-destruct so readily? Other spells…

At that moment, a demon’s voice reached Lee Han’s ears. It was a voice coming from the Bracelet of Ten Thousand Demons, which had been quiet for a while.

-The disgusting corruption of the undead awakens me.

“!”

-Decay and corruption, plague calls to me! Fear me. I am Mahuda. I am the demon of undead hunting! If you don’t give me a chance, I will never go back inside…

“Fine, just sweep them away!”

-…Th, thank you!

Delighted by the mage’s consideration, which was far more generous than what he had heard from Anfursas, another demon trapped in the bracelet, Mahuda joyfully burst forth!

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