The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 105

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 105
Undead, by their nature, can only produce guttural sounds—they lack the capacity for proper language.
Zakar Patrick’s astonishment was entirely justified.
But now was not the time for shock.
Zeke McLafflin had issued a command.
“Maligore. Subdue that bastard and bring him before me.”
“I shall obey your will, master.”
The gaze of the bowing Maligore fell upon Zakar Patrick.
Unlike the devotion he had shown before, his eyes now gleamed with a chilling edge.
As Maligore drew his blade and advanced, Zakar Patrick cried out.
“Maligore! Do you not remember me?”
“I remember. Zakar Patrick. Immortal Forerunner.”
He actually spoke—I had asked on the chance he might, but he truly did remember.
Zakar Patrick’s lips curled upward in delight.
“Indeed, an undead with intellect. If you remember, then turn your blade upon that dog and slay him at once!”
“I cannot. That man is my master. Zakar Patrick is no longer my master.”
“What?”
A well-trained hound suddenly serving another as master.
Zakar Patrick’s bewilderment transformed into seething rage.
“Not your master? Have you forgotten the covenant of death we forged together?”
“That is…”
Just as Maligore began to respond.
“Maligore, your tongue wags too freely.”
“My apologies. I shall bring him before you at once.”
At Zeke McLafflin’s words, Maligore snapped to attention and manifested an aura blade.
Whoooosh—
And then.
Boom—!
He charged forward like an explosive, closing the distance between them.
Close enough to touch with an outstretched arm.
Yet Zakar Patrick’s expression remained supremely confident.
Thud!
For a 9-Circle mage, there was no way for Maligore to pierce such a formidable barrier.
A satisfied smile bloomed across Zakar Patrick’s face—but only for a moment.
Crack—
“Wh…?”
A pathetically bewildered sound escaped his lips.
The barrier he had been maintaining suddenly vanished.
He frantically chanted an incantation, yet Zakar Patrick could only gape in shock.
‘What is happening…? Why won’t my mana gather…?’
A dog wagging its tail at its master wouldn’t be this shocked if it suddenly bit him.
‘Why? How?’
Questions flooded my mind, tormenting me relentlessly.
Even so, I kept trying to gather mana, but it was futile.
‘Surely not.’
Zakar Patrick’s gaze turned toward Zeke McLafflin.
Seeing him smile, my suspicion hardened into certainty.
“Your mana won’t gather, will it?”
“…Was this your doing?”
“Don’t you think the balance needs adjusting? Ah, did I lower it too much?”
Behind his mocking laughter, the shadow of death fell across Zakar Patrick’s vision.
Whoosh—!
A menacing aura blade, whether meant to subdue or kill, grazed past Zakar Patrick’s robe.
“Damn it.”
With mana refusing to gather, I had no means to stop Maligore.
Well, it wasn’t as though I had no options at all.
‘I have no choice.’
I abandoned magic reliant on mana and resorted to sorcery instead.
It draws on life force as its source, but there’s no other way now.
“Cascading Thorns!”
Dozens of black spines erupted from the tip of my staff.
Maligore dodged with ease and composure, but my true aim lay elsewhere.
“Strangling Black Cord!”
Black rope rose like a snare from the space where Maligore was trying to evade.
Whoosh—!
Maligore was bound in an instant.
No matter how much a Five Lord he was, he couldn’t sever the rope through sheer physical force.
However.
“Hellfire.”
With the flames of hell, the story changed.
Whoosh—!
As the black rope turned to ash in an instant, Maligore’s body was freed.
The Dark Lord bowed his head toward Zeke McLafflin, who had saved him.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Enough of that. When are you bringing them? I’m getting bored.”
As Zeke McLafflin pretended to yawn, seriousness deepened in Maligore’s eyes.
At that sight, Zakar Patrick no longer had the capacity to be shocked.
‘There exists a monster who casts Hellfire without incantation.’
Even if a 9th Circle Archmage could cast without incantation, it only applied to ordinary-level magic.
With supreme magic like Hellfire, there was always some casting time required.
‘But what the hell is that guy? He’s wielding an aura and casting 9-Circle magic without incantations.’
For a moment, I recalled that one of the 12 Pioneers dabbled in sword magic as a hobby, but there was no time to dwell on it.
Maligore had already closed the distance.
“Leperseid schnab sitotni nightier—vanish like smoke.”
I transformed into smoke and barely evaded the strike.
I teleported beyond thirty meters in an instant.
Crash!
Maligore found my location in moments and closed the gap in a heartbeat.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
A fist slammed into my abdomen.
My organs felt like they were being shredded.
Slice!
My ankle was severed next—he was making sure I couldn’t escape.
Both knees buckled against the ground.
Pain was merely a side effect.
“Argh!”
Slice!
As my arm was cut off, the staff I’d been holding dropped with a dull thud.
Maligore severed my remaining arm without hesitation, then seized Zacar Patrick’s head with his brutish grip.
Suspended from Maligore’s hand with my limbs severed, my rage burned hotter than the pain.
To be dragged away so shamefully by my own subordinate’s hand—
it was humiliating.
“Master. I’ve brought him here.”
“Well done, Maligore. Though it took longer than expected?”
“My apologies.”
Zacar Patrick’s form—nothing but a head and torso, dripping blood—was grotesque beyond measure, yet Zeke McLafflin paid it no mind.
He simply cast magic to inflict greater agony.
“Ahhhhh!”
“I’ve cast a pain-maximization spell on you. It’s Azrahil’s magic, and while illusions don’t work on you, this one seems to stick just fine.”
As the pain multiplied tenfold, consciousness threatened to slip away, yet my eyes remained resolute.
“Torture me all you like—I won’t talk. Just kill me instead!”
“I’m not planning to kill you yet, friend. Not until I hear what I want to hear.”
Zeke McLafflin’s wicked smile spread as he gestured, and Maligore lowered my head.
“Cough.”
“You’re holding up well despite the severed limbs. I see now—you’re slowing blood circulation with mana to prevent exsanguination. You’ve even blocked the nerve pathways to minimize pain.”
My eyes widened.
“How did you—”
“It’s just visible to my eyes.”
The Sage’s Eyes had pierced through it, but there was no need for him to know that.
All he needed to know was the fear that information could be extracted at any moment, or pain would follow.
“You’re clinging to life so desperately. I see you want to survive. But what can we do about that?”
Zeke McLafflin’s staff transformed once more into a feathered blade.
Squelch!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“You don’t seem to have much time left.”
Squelch!
Zeke McLafflin continued his torture, piercing Zacar Patrick’s body methodically.
The pain-maximization spell made it worse, but the psychological torment from the soul-severing effect was equally unbearable.
“Ughhhh….”
“Tell me. What were you planning here? What is this ceremony?”
“I… I can’t….”
Squelch!
“Gaaaaahhhhh!”
Zacar Patrick, limbless and unable to cast magic or sorcery, was pathetic refuse—but I had to admit this one thing about him.
Mental fortitude.
Even after being pierced dozens of times, he refused to break.
“Does he have a zipper on his mouth? He won’t open it.”
“Master. Shall I try?”
When Maligore spoke up casually, Zeke McLafflin’s expression became skeptical.
“Do you have someone to kill? Never mind. But an undead is making suggestions to his master?”
“I apologize if I was presumptuous.”
“No, I’m just curious. You’re not pretending to be undead, are you? You’re not about to stab me in the back?”
“That would have been amusing if it were a joke.”
Maligore smiled, and Zeke McLafflin was momentarily stunned.
Though I’d never seen it before, that smile was as terrifying as a scene from a horror film.
“You shouldn’t smile anymore.”
“I apologize.”
“But it’s really strange. I’ve never heard of an undead that could talk… Ah!”
A sudden thought struck me, and I tapped my own head lightly.
“Why didn’t I think of this? I should just ask him!”
Since Maligore was on the same side as Zacar Patrick, he would likely have some information.
“Hey. Do you know what ceremony Zacar was trying to perform here?”
“Of course. It was a ceremony to transform thirty corpses into Death Knights for use in war.”
“Death Knights?”
“I only know it’s a sorcery that summons the souls of ancient knights and binds them to flesh. They planned to devastate the territorial war by commanding thirty Death Knights like elite soldiers.”
“Are Death Knights that strong? Strong enough with just thirty?”
“Thirty is supposedly the limit anyway. And yes, they’re strong. They don’t die, and their swordsmanship is excellent—each one is equivalent to a lower-tier Aura Master.”
“Really?”
My eyes widened in surprise.
Besides, I had acquired a similar spell from Zakar Patrick just before the battle.
“Zakar Patrick. You’re going to keep your mouth shut, right?”
“Guh…”
“Then there’s no choice. Time’s running out anyway, so I’ll have to resort to plan B.”
I lifted my sword.
Thwack!
“Kugh!”
Zakar Patrick’s throat pierced, blood gushing from his mouth in torrents.
[Zakar Patrick eliminated within the 30-minute time limit!]
[Main Quest cleared!]
[You have acquired a new basic skill as your first reward.]
[An item has been granted as your second reward. You can check it in your subspace inventory.]
My lips curved upward at receiving the rewards, but I had to defer checking them for now.
‘I want to confirm whether this works first.’
My hand reached toward Zakar Patrick’s corpse.
“Imr Imnaij Diénai Isisir.”
The spell that had resurrected Maligore worked on Zakar Patrick as well.
Judging by how the dead man’s eyes opened.
But the problem was.
“Guhhh…”
He couldn’t speak properly.
A sigh escaped my lips at the disappointing result.
‘A failure? I thought he’d be resurrected as an undead with intelligence like Maligore… Oh!’
In that moment, I cursed my own ignorance.
‘Now that I think about it, his throat is pierced through—that’s why he can’t speak!’
It’s fine.
A trivial mistake.
I had already used magic duplication on Zakar Patrick the moment I reached 8-Circle anyway.
‘Let me see. Among the spells I duplicated from him…’
[You will randomly duplicate 8 spells from ‘Zakar Patrick’.]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Finger of Death’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Power Word Kill’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Vanish Like Smoke’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Raining Thorns’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Binding Black Rope’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Arise, My Servant’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Mend the Wound’!]
[You have acquired the 9-Circle spell ‘Corpse Explosion’!]
‘That spell should be the one to restore Zakar Patrick. Or is it an incantation?’
But how did I acquire an incantation?
Though the grimoire listed it as magic, Zeke set aside his curiosity and gestured to Zacar Patrick.
“Dieux et ripper—mend these wounds.”
In that instant, the pierced wounds covering Zacar Patrick’s body knitted themselves shut with remarkable speed.
His severed arm and leg regenerated like a lizard’s tail, restoring him to a complete human form.
Zacar Patrick rose to his feet, fully restored to his original state, and gazed upon Zeke.
Then he bowed his head.
“It is my honor to serve you, Master.”
Zeke’s lips curved into a smile.
Another intelligent undead had been born in that moment.

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