The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 185
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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 185
【Sudden Quest: Crisis Detected】
└The Forerunner of Frozen Chains is currently slaughtering citizens in the Ber Kingdom.
└The Five Lords, the Reinhardt Family Estate, the McLafflin Family, and the Deporte Family have mobilized all their forces to stop his atrocities, but victory cannot be guaranteed.
└Complete the Main Quest within one hour, then teleport to the designated coordinates to stop the Forerunner of Frozen Chains.
【Conditions】
└Clear Main Quest within one hour
【Rewards】
└Teleport coordinates
【Main Quest: Dragon Rescue Operation】
└Dragons remaining as resistance fighters in Weltergarden on the Eastern Continent are being persecuted.
└Eliminate all Lich Dragons and rescue the resistance dragons.
【Conditions】
└Lich Dragons Eliminated: 0/25
└Resistance Dragons Rescued: 0/50
【Rewards】
└Acquire Dragon Word ‘Self-Regeneration’
└Acquire Dragon Word ‘Hardened Scales’
Two quests appeared in succession.
‘The main quest is the dragon rescue operation I was already planning. But…’
What shocked me was the sudden quest.
‘My family is going to face off against the Forerunner of Frozen Chains?’
I told them to stay at the Reinhardt Family Estate, yet they suddenly went to stop him? Why?
‘From the description, it seems they’re trying to prevent the slaughter of citizens?’
Either way, this was undeniably a dangerous situation.
I needed to turn back immediately and head to the Ber Kingdom.
My family’s safety took priority over any quest.
“Cardi. How far is it from here to the Ber Kingdom?”
“Pardon? Ber? Even at top speed, it would take at least half a day, wouldn’t it?”
“Are there no teleport coordinates available?”
“There aren’t any… but why do you ask so suddenly?”
“It’s nothing.”
I couldn’t help but harden my expression.
‘There’s no way to reach Ber immediately.’
I wanted to rush out and stop the Forerunner of Frozen Chains right now, but time was a constraint.
By the time I arrived, it might already be too late.
‘Is accepting the quest the only answer?’
Accept the sudden quest, then clear the main quest within one hour.
Once I received the coordinates, I could head straight to where the Forerunner of Frozen Chains was located.
‘I have no choice.’
Upon accepting the quest, Zeke immediately turned his gaze toward Cardi.
“Let’s head to the Eastern Continent at once! Time is of the essence!”
“Eh? Ah, yes.”
Cardi, bewildered, shared the teleportation coordinates.
Moments later.
A flash of light.
Three figures, including Carbollearos, vanished from the harbor.
* * *
“Tch, damn it….”
“We couldn’t stop him….”
The backs of the Warlord of Cold Steel and the Warlord of Immortality, who had barely managed to escape, were stained with blood.
Yet at this moment, fury dominated their minds far more than pain.
“Did you see? How many citizens fell to him?”
“I saw… The capital’s security forces as well.”
“The army that fought in our stead may have been completely annihilated.”
“Damn… That psychotic bastard.”
No amount of cursing seemed sufficient—the atrocities Ethan had committed transcended imagination.
Having witnessed it with their own eyes, the warlords’ fury piercing the heavens was hardly surprising.
“Is there any possibility the army emerged victorious?”
“None. Even in a fair fight, victory would be impossible, and besides, he wields that strange weapon, does he not?”
Though they had honed their aura to its limits and reached superhuman heights, Ethan too stood at the pinnacle of magic.
Even with aura restored to normal function, there was no guarantee they could stop him.
“The more I think about it, the more absurd that weapon is. A device that suppresses the flow of aura itself….”
“From experience, its range appears to be roughly thirty meters.”
“What say you? Shall we attempt another confrontation?”
“Just the two of us?”
The Warlord of Immortality shook his head at the Warlord of Cold Steel’s proposal.
“It is impossible for us. As long as that weapon exists, even if several of us attacked, we would lose our strength like helpless children.”
“Indeed… Even fighting alongside the Sharp-Wind Lord, we reached such a state….”
For now, they would have to be content with having saved their lives.
An opportunity to stop him had presented itself.
“First, we should locate the Sharp-Wind Lord.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Immortality. Do you possess a communication device for him? Try to reach him.”
The Warlord of Immortality tapped the communication device.
Whether he lived or died remained unknown, but they hoped desperately for contact to be established.
Fortunately, that hope was realized.
―Warlord of Immortality.
“Sharp-Wind! A blessing in disguise! You survived?”
―My injuries are severe, but fortunately, I survived. What of you all?
“We’re unharmed as well. Where should we meet? We need to gather and discuss this crisis.”
―Where should I go? Would the Ber Conference Hall suffice?
“Yes. We’re both there, so come to us.”
―Understood. Ah, and I’m currently traveling with the Iron-Blooded Lord as well.
“The Iron-Blooded Lord?”
―Indeed. We’ll see you shortly then.
Color returned to the faces of the Warlords whose communication had been severed.
Not only had the Sharp-Wind Lord, who suffered grievous wounds, survived—they were bringing the Iron-Blooded Lord as well.
Excluding Maligore, who had been branded a traitor, all four Warlords would be gathering in one place.
It was undeniably welcome news.
“What a delightful thing to hear! The Iron-Blooded Lord is coming!”
“It’s been ages since we’ve all assembled.”
Yet their joy cooled considerably the moment the Iron-Blooded Lord arrived.
“It’s been a while, everyone… Why do you all look like that?”
“Crious. Who is that standing beside you?”
The reason was simple—a group dressed in mages’ robes had entered the conference hall in the Iron-Blooded Lord’s wake.
“This is Duke Dalpred Bigsland. And this is Duke Gerard McLafflin.”
“Their names matter little. Why have you brought mages—creatures that offend the very sight—into this conference hall?”
Aura users and mages were as dogs and cats, natural enemies.
Their displeasure was entirely justified.
Though it was, ultimately, mere prejudice.
“Don’t be like that. These individuals heard of Ber Kingdom’s plight and came forward to help of their own accord. We should welcome them warmly.”
“That’s right. And they healed my wounds as well. They are my saviors, in every sense.”
As Crious and Igret both spoke in defense of the mages, the Warlords finally began to set aside their hostility.
“They healed the Sharp-Wind Lord?”
“Ahem, I apologize. I was discourteous to those who came to aid us.”
Once the Warlord of Immortality offered his apology, the McLafflin Family could finally relax their guarded expressions.
“Not at all. Given what you’ve suffered at the hands of mages, your reaction is entirely understandable.”
“If I may ask without causing offense—what is your reason for helping us?”
The Warlord of Cold Steel, still harboring some caution, posed the question.
Gerard’s response came swiftly, as if the answer were obvious.
“How could we stand idle while an evil mage slaughters innocent citizens? Besides, we owe a debt to Sir Crious here.”
“A debt?”
“These individuals were being hunted by the Forerunners. They’ve been taking refuge with our family for a time.”
“The Forerunners are our enemies. Not all mages are allies simply because they share the same craft.”
With Crious and Dalpred’s explanation, understanding dawned in the Warlords’ eyes.
“I see. So the Forerunners are a common enemy after all.”
“I apologize for speaking carelessly. Please accept our sincere apologies.”
Now that the Warlords had shed their prejudice, they turned to the matter at hand.
“Then, let us convene a strategy meeting. How shall we apprehend him?”
“A strategy meeting? What good would that do? Why not simply engage him with our current forces? After all, he is but a single opponent, is he not?”
Gerard McLafflin’s confident words drew a derisive snort from the Warlord of Cold Steel.
“Do not speak so carelessly. Regardless of your strength, he wields a weapon of extraordinary power.”
“An extraordinary weapon?”
“Indeed. A weapon that suppresses aura within a thirty-meter radius.”
“Is such a thing even possible?”
“It is true. Crious, we were equally confident before we experienced it firsthand.”
“The helplessness of being unable to channel even a shred of aura before him…”
The warlords groaned as they recalled their previous defeat.
Crious, who had not yet faced such a trial, remained skeptical.
Then Gerard McLafflin spoke with renewed confidence.
“It matters not. His weapon suppresses aura alone—it will have no effect on our mages, will it?”
“Your opponent is a mage who stands at the pinnacle of the ninth circle. Can you truly contend with such power?”
To the warlords’ doubtful words, Gerard McLafflin replied with a smile.
“Three ninth-circle mages, two eighth-circle mages. And four Grand Aura Masters besides. Surely this is sufficient, is it not?”
* * *
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Aaahhh!”
“Gaaahhh!”
Corpses accumulated without respite.
Upon discovering a village, Ethan resumed his slaughter.
“Hmm, forty souls? Is this truly all that inhabits this place?”
Ethan regarded forty corpses as a pittance, unable to conceal his disappointment.
He had assumed this was a sizable settlement, yet far fewer people dwelt here than expected.
“At this rate, the warlords will not emerge. I must seek a larger village.”
If I continue such large-scale massacres, the warlords will eventually abandon their restraint and emerge, despite knowing they cannot win.
They would understand well that no other method exists to stop me.
Before moving on, Ethan surveyed the village landscape.
“There may be stragglers hiding like cockroaches.”
A colossal vortex of mana materialized at Ethan’s fingertips.
“Blizzard Storm.”
Fierce snow and hail descended from the heavens.
They obliterated everything in the village, and after repeating this several times, complete annihilation was achieved.
Less than three minutes elapsed before the village was erased entirely.
“Pristine work. Now, to the next location…”
As Ethan turned his gaze, his eyes widened at what he perceived.
The Five Lords he had been seeking had arrived of their own accord.
“Oh? How convenient that you found your way here?”
“How could I possibly not find you when you’re making such a spectacle of yourself?”
“Hehe, you’re right. I was being rather loud.”
It seemed the Warlords had pinpointed my location by observing my magic.
“But… this time you’ve brought some friends along? And there’s one more Warlord too.”
Ethan, who had been watching Crious, turned his gaze toward the robed figures.
Those carrying staffs were clearly mages.
But looking more closely, their faces seemed familiar.
“What? Gerard McLafflin, Esca, and Dalpred Bigsland too?”
The very same members from when they attacked the magic carriage last time had come seeking me out.
“Hahaha! How fortunate! The family of the Divine Heir I’ve been searching for appears of its own accord.”
“Divine Heir?”
The Warlords looked puzzled, but there was no time to dwell on it now.
Ethan was radiating magical power and displaying hostility.
“Keke, it seems the Divine Heir isn’t here after all—how convenient. And the Forerunners don’t appear to be around either, just like last time.”
The assassination attempt back then had been thwarted by the interference of the Forerunners, whom I’d thought were dead.
But looking around now, they didn’t seem to be present.
“Excellent. I’ll seize this opportunity to finish what I couldn’t complete last time—the assassination.”
“Come at us then, you mad Forerunner. We alone are more than capable of dealing with you!”
“Ha, where does this confidence come from? Didn’t the three of you struggle against me alone before?”
It was the truth.
Despite Dalpred Bigsland, Esca, and Carse all being 9th Circle mages, they had faltered against Esca alone at that time.
But.
“Things are different now than they were then. This time, we have four Grand Aura Masters fighting together.”
With all of them fighting as one, the probability of defeat was low.
Though it was merely their misunderstanding.
“Is that so? Then what about this—I’m different now too compared to back then.”
Even facing mages who were drawing upon their magical power, Ethan showed no intimidation.
For the devices he possessed were far more than just an aura suppressor.
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Bro i swear to god, if zeke doesn’t slowly torture this motherfucker for atleat a week i will riot