Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius - Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius chapter 128

Agnes – 3

The big nose was disgusting as it rolled around. It was said that the goblin’s appearance was extremely ugly, and it was indeed true.

Their appearance looks as if God had molded it wrongly out of clay. Monkeys must have been more handsome than them. I grimaced and drew my sword.

The sword was given an intermediate level of Aura. This is because from the advanced level, a normal sword cannot withstand it properly.

‘Whatever…’

Intermediate level is enough.

With that in mind, I opened my mouth to Agnes.

“I’m on the left. You’re on the right.”

“All right.”

They are called goblins, but there are a lot of them. It would not be an exaggeration to say that almost an entire village had come, so Agnes had to pay attention.

blatantly.

Before I could speak to Agnes, she slammed the ground hard. Her proprietary magic, Ice Palace, unfolds.

A world of winter that unfolds as spring and summer draw near. The goblins looked at the floor and us in bewilderment.

“You guys.”

Agnes let out a brief sigh, and a frosty energy stayed on the ground, and then a pointed awl popped out.

The red blood spurted out of the transparent awl, and the goblins’ corpses were hung on the tip of the awl and slowly descended.

It was a terrible sight, but there was no room to frown.

“Kiruk!”

This is because the goblins who saw the death of their comrades rushed in with their red eyes glowing. The maddened eyes were especially disgusting.

I twisted the sword and drew it.

pish.

With a short mutilation sound, the bodies of the goblins were cut and scattered. He used an intermediate auror, but his power never stayed at the intermediate level.

It was thanks to the operation method that reached the highest level.

He distributes the auras appropriately and uses that power to swing his sword. The blow that didn’t spill even a little gave a different power than before.

It was quite satisfying, so I smiled.

**

Goblins are approaching between the needles rising from the ground. Agnes widened her eyes and pulled out a smirk.

The goblin sneered as the magician drew his sword.

Anyone who saw her fragile body would think so.

But they realized that it was a wrong decision.

spatula.

only after death

The goblin’s head fluttering in the air had a bewildered expression on his face. A face that didn’t know he was dead with his eyes wide open.

It was because of Agnes’s blow.

As soon as she grabbed the handle of Jeolyoung, she immediately deployed the auror. It was a blade that was frozen due to the unique properties of magic and absolutism.

And the ice was applied well enough to decapitate the goblins. Because the flesh was frozen a little before digging into it, their skin was cut better.

But Agnes frowned as if he didn’t like it.

‘not there yet.’

She glanced to the side as she magically killed the goblins.

By the way, Deron was dealing with them.

Like her, without using absolutes, without using magic.

He hunts a group of goblins with only a sword that has reached an intermediate level. It was close to slaughter when viewed from the side.

In fact, the goblins were dying by Deron without even being able to resist.

Those who don’t know will think that the goblins are putting their bodies against Deron’s sword.

That’s how neat his black was.

A sword attack that continued as if a line could be seen in the air.

The rhetoric of perfection was attached to that sword attack. Is that enough to defeat the Demon King?

Agnes suddenly had a thought. At the same time, she clenched her teeth.

One of the reasons the Bavarian family fell is because of that damn magma.

There was no way Deron was aware of this. Perhaps because it was a secret of the Bavarian family that only she knew about in this world.

That was one of the reasons she wanted to be strong.

The one who destroyed the family. Because her power was too weak to catch the upper demons.

Despite reaching the advanced level and being able to use that power as a magic swordsman with certainty, the wall of being a high-ranking demon was high.

‘Succubus Queen…’

Before meeting the Demon King, she remembered the high-ranking demon, the Succubus Queen.

I don’t know what level of rank she has in the higher demons, but at least it was clear that she was an incompetent existence.

In that case, it would be even more difficult to deal with the high-ranking demons who took care of her family. That was Agnes’ decision.

Kwagga Gaga Gaga!

A roar pierced my ears. Agnes frowned reflexively. Turning his head to the side, Deron looked down at his sword with a bewildered expression on his face.

His sword was broken again.

There were goblins shattered and turned into goblins beyond a completely shattered sword. Their bodies were so ghastly that even their shapes were unrecognizable.

It was truly an overwhelming force. Agnes knew that the sword he wielded could unleash such power, but just hearing it and actually seeing it were completely different.

“Agnes. Did you finish the arrangement over there?”

“Ah yes.”

Agnes glanced to the side and nodded.

I opened my eyes to see if they were pretending to be dead like goblins, but it was after they had definitely stopped breathing.

In the beginning, most of them had their bodies or their heads cut off, so there was no hope of living.

Hearing Agnes’ answer, Deron nodded. He bent down, thrust his sword into the ground, and murmured.

“Your sword is too weak than I thought.”

“Aren’t you just swinging it too hard?”

“I don’t think I can even control my strength. I’m just saying it because it’s cramped that it won’t break even if I try to go a little further in the intermediate level.”

Deron grimaced and wiped his hands.

Then he slowly turned towards the side where the goblins had attacked him.

“……”

Those who were attacked by the goblins suffered quite a bit. Some had their legs amputated, and some were hunting the dead.

And one of them appeared to be a representative figure. To meet Deron and Agnes.

I don’t know if the expression ‘welcome’ is correct, but the person who served as the representative bowed his head and said.

“Thank you for your help. Yres top will never forget your help.”

“It’s fine. I think you should treat it faster than that.”

Deron glanced at the person who introduced himself as Affin at the top of Yres, and asked. Blood was dripping from Affin’s arm.

Even pretending it was serious. Affin’s eyes caused an earthquake. Meanwhile, blood continued to flow.

Affin looked around slightly, and then opened her mouth.

“There is something I want to ask you about that.”

“You tell me.”

“I know it’s a really shameless request to the person who helped, but…”

Affin frowned. He seemed to be contemplating whether he could say this. When Deron said it was okay, he said cautiously.

“If it’s just one more day from here, we’ll see the city we had to go to. Could you accompany us only on the way to the city?”

Companion, not escort. Deron noticed that Affin didn’t use the word escort on purpose.

At the same time, realizing his intentions, he burst into laughter.

‘When you say escort, you have to pay money, so instead, you just ask me to accompany you.’

Even if you accompany, if a monster appears, the fact that you have to fight is the same. In other words, even if the feeling is different, the fact that his top is protected is the same.

I’m grateful to those who saved their lives, and I’m surprised that they made such a calculation while using the word shameful.

Deron stared intently at Affin.

It must have been no ordinary person. It was said that it was the top of Ires, or something that the Dukes of Philasia had never heard of, so it was not on the scale to be concerned about.

But Deron was personally interested. To the Affine individual who has a clear brain as a merchant.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, then answered Affin.

“Is it all right if I talk to you and your friends first?”

“Yes, you can do whatever you want.”

When Affin gladly accepted, Deron took Agnes and headed towards the original carriage. The coachman was controlling the horses that were about to run wild with his eyes wide open.

Apparently, he was surprised by Deron’s blow. It was because the noise was too loud.

As Deron approached slowly, the two horses suddenly stopped moving. They stood quietly as if nothing had happened.

“Hey, how did this happen?”

The driver scratched his head with a bewildered expression on his face. It was a rare sight in the life of a coachman for a horse to stop moving in such an instant.

Deron glanced at the horses and then turned to Agnes.

“What do you like to do?”

“I think it’s better to accompany you. There were a lot of people who were injured even pretending to be.”

As expected, Deron nodded. It was Agnes-like choice. I thought she wouldn’t refuse.

He looked where Affin was. They poured red potions on the wounds to stop the bleeding and heal the wounds.

‘If you pour a potion like that, you seem to be richer than you think.’

Potions weren’t cheap. Potions that heal such wounds were even more so. It was probably at least an intermediate level.

Potions that had to borrow the power of magic rather than simply medicine were quite expensive. The higher the grade, the more so.

A potion with a healing power comparable to that of divine power was not easily obtained because the wizards were controlling the quantity.

Deron shook his head for a moment, then approached the coachman and asked if it would be ok to join the party in front of him.

The driver shrugged, saying it doesn’t matter as long as the money is paid properly.

“Affin.”

“yes.”

“Can I ask you just one thing?”

“You tell me.”

Deron looked at Affin. I could tell that his demeanor was not an ordinary person, but apart from that, there was a behavior I didn’t understand.

“How did you know we wouldn’t rob your top?”

“yes?”

What are you pretending not to know?