The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 71

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Chapter 71

The effects of Chronos came immediately.

Thump—— Thump— Thump… Thump….

My consciousness accelerated, and accordingly, my perception of time decelerated.

It was similar to the sensation I felt when I took it not long ago.

However, the degree was on a completely different level.

“——Kuk.”

One second felt like an hour, no, even longer than that.

A lethal dose and more. Since I had swallowed several pills at once, the speed of my consciousness far exceeded its limits.

But it was fine.

Unlike when I faced the ‘Mechanism’ and had to interpret excessive information, I wouldn’t faint like before.

“Huu….”

I exhaled lightly and slowly raised my face. Even that brief process felt like several minutes.

When I lifted my head, what I saw were dozens of blood-red spear points aimed at me. Blood magic approaching the 7th Rank.

For me, a 5th Rank, cutting through those spells was nearly impossible.

By conventional methods, that is.

‘…I’m glad I went to Arcamen.’

I dropped Benheim’s treasured sword to the ground and drew Barisada.

A magic sword made of metal that rejects all mana, forged from Ether River.

With this, it would be entirely possible to deflect 7th Rank blood magic.

Swoooosh——

The blood magic spear points began pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Being 7th Rank blood magic, they moved at speeds difficult to follow with the naked eye, but with Chronos in my system, my eyes could read every trajectory.

I took a step forward and swung Barisada horizontally.

Clang.

Tremendous recoil.

The grip holding the sword hilt tore and blood splattered.

An accelerated mind meant I had to fully experience pain during that accelerated time as well.

Amidst the searing agony in my palm, I focused solely on deflecting the spear points.

Clang! I turned my body to avoid fatal wounds and cut down the blood magic that followed.

Markel’s eyes widened considerably as he watched this.

But it still wasn’t enough.

‘I can’t win like this.’

This was thanks to Barisada’s properties, not my own ability.

That’s why I needed to reach the 6th Rank even more.

To protect Renia behind me.

To avoid sacrificing Sheril.

Hadn’t I resolved to live this life that way?

“———!”

Markel said something, but in the stretched time, I couldn’t understand his voice.

Actually, I had no intention of understanding anyway.

——Clang!

I swung Barisada.

I deflected the incoming blood magic. Trajectories I couldn’t deflect, I took with my body while avoiding vital points.

“Kheup.”

Every time the blood magic pierced my body, clots of blood rose in my throat. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation. Rather, it was terrible.

With each swing of Barisada, wounds accumulated across my body. Taking even a single step was close to torture.

Blood flowed from my wounds, and Markel turned that blood into sharp tacks that tore my skin. The arm wielding Barisada suffered wounds so deep that white bone was visible.

Following that came agony as terrible as the blood I’d shed, pain so intense I could barely scream.

But I took another step.

“———!”

Markel cast blood magic.

This time it was an attack rising from the floor. The trajectory was hard to read.

So I twisted my body as much as possible, but simultaneously receiving attacks from above while dodging was still difficult.

Puhook! My sole was pierced and blood gushed out. My posture nearly collapsed from this, but I somehow endured through sheer willpower.

I supplemented my tattered feet with the rune magic Raidou (ᚱ) that enhanced mobility.

There was no problem with my gait.

How many fatal wounds had I sustained living as a wandering mercenary all this time? And how many times had I survived?

This much was nothing significant.

Rather, my own body was what felt hopeless.

If this had been my body from when I was called the Sword God, I could have deflected such blood magic without any drug assistance.

‘…I really need to reach the 6th Rank.’

I had roughly grasped Markel’s blood magic.

Thanks to my consciousness accelerated by Chronos, I could respond without expending much mental effort.

Of course, in just a brief moment my entire body had become covered in blood, and since that moment felt like eternity, agony struck that made me think death would be preferable.

Blood flowing from my torn forehead covered one eye, leaving my vision half-obscured.

It was fine. Vision wasn’t particularly important. As long as the drug’s effects lasted, I could still endure.

If the drug’s effects ended in this situation….

‘I need to make a decision before then.’

Having resolved myself, I drew Ecla with my left hand.

Colors flowing from the barrier stone bracelet passed through Ecla’s prism and aimed at Markel’s main body.

Thanks to Markel’s panic upon seeing my spectral magic, I gained a very brief respite.

‘6th Rank.’

In my previous life, I had lived as a swordsman, not as a mage.

However, in the second chance Renia gave me, I had accumulated sufficient experience as a mage too.

Benheim’s rune magic.

Rucen’s manipulation magic.

Even Airidd’s spectral magic.

‘…The foundation is more than sufficient.’

I gathered all the knowledge I had studied so far and my experience of reaching Sword Master in my previous life, piling them up as fertilizer to overcome the wall of the 6th Rank.

Of course, there weren’t zero concerns.

– If you use multiple unique magic formulas, turbid energy will eventually seep into your core. Having multiple energies mixed within one mana core will definitely be poison in the long term.

Steren had advised me thus.

Certainly, I was rushing things now.

I was trying to reach the 6th Rank extremely hastily.

Two steps at once, no, three steps at a time.

I was weaving various energies together, building a precarious tower.

However….

‘There’s no reason to hesitate here.’

No fool would worry about future safety when facing immediate death.

At least I wasn’t such a half-wit.

Hadn’t I told Renia as well?

That I would win.

Definitely, in this place.

——Step.

I took another step forward.

Now the distance between Markel and me was only seven paces.

I could see Markel’s frowning face. However, his expression still showed considerable composure.

That was understandable. While failing to immediately subdue a mere 5th Rank was unexpected, just looking at the battle situation, it seemed obvious that I would soon meet my death.

Even Renia and Sheril were covering their mouths while shouting at me frantically, but again, due to my consciousness accelerated by Chronos, I couldn’t understand them.

However, seeing Renia’s distorted expression, I couldn’t help but feel a bit mischievous.

‘Little brat.’

Because of whom am I living a second life.

And going through such hardships again.

I chuckled and took another step forward.

When I glared at Markel with bloodshot eyes, I could see him panic.

“————Eek!”

As Markel waved his hand, a storm made of blood droplets surrounded my body.

Since the density wasn’t that high, I could somehow protect my body by wrapping myself in rune magic. Still, quite a few blood droplets penetrated the magic and tore my skin.

“Grrk.”

Blood foam flowed from my gaping mouth. Something was fluttering around inside my mouth, so it seemed my internal organs were injured.

However, thanks to that I took another step forward, so it didn’t matter.

“Huu…”

Now five steps.

Close enough that if I fell forward, my nose would touch.

There was no need to approach any further.

———.

The prismatic magic extending from Eclat.

The radiance of rune magic.

Barisada’s blade.

The incoming blood magic.

Everything was felt clearly.

‘I’ll ascend to 6th Rank like this.’

I had to weave together the various energies mixed within my core.

What I should follow now is not the path of the wandering mercenary Reagan.

‘Archmage King.’

Right.

The most vicious and evil black mage who annihilated all the great magic families and absorbed their unique magic formulas, Damian Carius.

I must follow his footsteps.

———.

Three streams of unique magic formulas swirled roughly in the depths of my mana core.

As Steren warned, the path I’m about to walk would surely be a thorny road that cuts flesh and scrapes bone, walking on the border of becoming a cripple.

However, in the infinitely stretched time, I contemplated the muddy current overlaying my mana core.

I must filter and refine all of this, leaving only the essence to guide it to the mana core.

It’s not difficult.

I am a body that was with the greatest mage of the era.

The special nature of the mana core that Renia left behind still remains in my body.

‘It reaches all the way to the bottom of my soul.’

The influence Renia had on my body is so great that it could even change the origin color.

Then there’s no way I could fail.

I take a deep breath.

I clench the hand holding Barisada.

I open the blood vessels and gather the different energies that were scattered throughout my body like opposing forces.

There was no collision.

Rather, the energies began pouring toward the center of gravity, forming a great flow as if they had become one.

The end of the path of supremacy that the Archmage King climbed over countless corpses.

I somewhat crudely placed my foot on that path.

“Ah.”

Not knowing that my consciousness had accelerated, I let out a small exclamation.

The high and solid wall had disappeared before I knew it.

A path was open before my eyes.

I had become 6th Rank.

* * *

At first, it was close to amusement.

‘Pathetic fool.’

It was enough to make me sneer.

Reagan tried to somehow resist his blood magic with just a 5th Rank body.

He cut through his magic with some strange sword he got from who knows where.

The sight of him stubbornly enduring even as his whole body became battered was pitiful, like an earthworm wriggling to survive on a clear day.

His effort was admirable. His persistence was truly worth acknowledging.

However, from the moment Reagan endured the offensive for over a full minute, even Markel couldn’t help but panic.

‘How on earth…?’

He looked at Reagan’s eyes. The bloodshot blue eyes were accurately tracking the trajectory of the blood magic Markel was shooting out.

It was impossible.

Blood magic has the most complex structure among black magic. Since it’s magic that uses the fluid blood as a medium, reading its flow is generally impossible even for fellow blood mages.

However, Reagan’s gaze was accurately watching Markel’s magic.

Beyond just watching, he was following its trajectory with his eyes.

‘…It can’t be possible.’

Markel couldn’t understand.

Wasn’t this an incomprehensible phenomenon?

It’s advanced 7th Rank black magic.

To read that, it’s not a skill that a mere 5th Rank mage could accomplish.

Moreover, light beams were flying toward Markel from the wand in his left hand. This meant he was using prismatic magic while seeing through his blood magic.

Was that even reasonable?

‘No, he must be at that level… for brother to have brought him into the family.’

He changed his mind.

The amusement ends here.

That Reagan bastard is indeed dangerous. He had to end it with full power right now.

“Playtime ends here. Die.”

Markel stretched out his hand and created a massive flood of blood.

The most advanced magic among 7th Rank blood magic, Blood Storm.

Moreover, the blood used as a medium was the most advanced among the blood Markel possessed, that of 6th Rank mage Giles.

‘He absolutely cannot block it.’

The flood of blood struck Reagan.

The moment Markel grinned.

Reagan’s eyes changed.

No, saying they changed might be inaccurate. He had been looking only at Markel with bloodshot eyes all this time.

Here…

‘The atmosphere changed?’

A chilling sensation ran down Markel’s spine.

Reagan extended his left hand. Three colors gathered in the prism attached to the wand.

Markel was once a direct descendant of Benheim. He was well aware of Airidd’s prismatic magic.

“Three-color fusion magic…”

Clear proof of 6th Rank.

‘No way…’

In that short time.

Did he ascend to 6th Rank while receiving his blood magic?

As Markel’s eyes widened, brilliant light poured from the prism.

The mixed colors of red, blue, and white.

“Lotus.”

Reagan chanted.

———.

Without even a sound, the torrent of blood that Markel had unleashed vanished without a trace.

No, it hadn’t vanished. Like a lotus that purifies filth, and just as ordinary waves do, the wave of blood merely flowed along the lotus-light barrier like ripples.

“Ah.”

Only then did Markel understand the situation.

Right now, he was in a completely defenseless state.

Moreover, the distance between him and Reagan was merely five steps.

“Kugh!”

The moment Markel hastily tried to pull back, Reagan charged in.

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