Genius Warlock - Genius Warlock chapter 243
243. I want to reconcile. (2)
“aah
Shot using a black suit, Out Cry attacked Bathory with a force that shook the entire laboratory.
Even that threatening blood magic was torn like a piece of paper in front of power beyond common sense, and even Bathory was swept away by it.
bang!! Kwareung! Bang-wa-bang—!!! Quarleung! bang!!!
A wall of unknown numbers crumbled, and a thick layer of dust rose and filled the surrounding area.
He had to worry that the lab would collapse with the force that shook the ground, but Oliver didn’t care.
Because Bathory was still alive.
Blood spurted through the ruins of the lab that looked like nothing, and it hardened into a human form.
“I just got a little sick.”
“You can’t just get sick…. Can we be reconciled now?”
Oliver asked sincerely.
Even though he strengthened the black suit by creating an artificial soul the size of a pea by combining emotions, vitality, and magical power, he was not confident in the fight against Bathory.
It sounds selfish, but Oliver wanted to reconcile if he could.
“You can’t beat a woman like this and make up for it. Dave.”
“sorry. If I didn’t hit it, I would die… I beg your pardon?”
“I guess that’s the right name. Dave?”
Oliver silently admitted that the answer was correct. ‘Cause it’s too late to catch you now.
“…you can also read thoughts.”
“no. Instead, you can improve your reasoning skills with experience. Randa, a warlock capable of using magic, a unique armor that tightly woven emotions and vitality, a quarter staff, a unique tone that makes people angry… Rather, I found out too late.”
“? I’m sorry, but you’re talking like you know me.”
“Not like I know, I know. Your reputation is spreading on this floor.”
Oliver tilted his head. It’s like you don’t understand at all. Because I really didn’t understand.
As if Bathory had read his heart, he answered kindly.
“Have you ever killed three of the flesh cook’s three men and four disciples?”
“ah····. Not what was intended. And I didn’t kill one, I just captured it.”
Oliver said without the slightest lie.
It is true that he killed the flesh cook’s apprentice, but it was never intended. It happened unavoidably while I was working.
Also, Benium, the disciple of the last human flesh cook, did not kill, but only captured it and handed it over to Pinkman.
“Intentional or not, the human flesh cook doesn’t even care about that. The important thing is that you ran into yourself.”
“····Is that so?”
“Then, it’s rather surprising. Why is he still letting you go? I won’t let a guy who makes fun of him…”
Ordinary Oliver would have said things like, ‘Well,’ or ‘I don’t know.’
As if there was something strange and curious.
Bathory, who also excelled at warlocks, noticed Oliver’s subtle emotional changes.
“It’s rude to stare at a woman like that.”
“ah····. sorry. It’s strange.”
“It’s even rude. It’s strange to see a woman’s face.”
“No, I don’t mean that. Bathory is beautiful.”
During this time Oliver told the servants of the angel’s house what he had learned.
When you see a woman, praise her for being pretty. Really pretty or not pretty.
“Oh, thank you.”
“But the feeling is strange.”
“emotion?”
“Yeah, when you talk about human meat cooks, you have to say, they are very emotionally complex and subtle.”
Bathory was silent and hardened her expression. With that or not, Oliver went on to explain like a sommelier evaluating wine.
“When you speak of a human meat cook, Bathory-sama radiates a great deal of hatred.”
Bathory’s eyes grew smaller and smaller and he looked at Oliver terrifyingly, but Oliver, who had already been preoccupied with analyzing his emotions, continued speaking.
“But, unlike common hatred, it is not hot, but rather cold. It seems like it’s been a while, but you seem to have such a deep resentment.”
“…Okay, up to that point.”
“However, the strange and incomprehensible thing is…”
“stop.”
“The one side of hatred is longing and affection.”
Oliver was fascinated by the unique emotion, ignoring Bathory’s words and talking to the end.
Bathory contorted her face with great shame and anger, as if a wealth she didn’t want to be found out, and the object of that anger was none other than Oliver.
“······The human meat cook and Batori-sama are not simple enemies.”
“You don’t understand what I’m telling you to stop?”
For the first time, Bathory exhibits agitation.
Tendons grew on her face, and huge fangs grew.
“sorry. I was curious about the person who was not agitated even after the daughters died, because he had a different feeling when he talked about the human flesh chef… By the way, my daughters really believed in and loved Bathory.”
Oliver said, remembering the female warlock who tried to protect Bathory while he was trembling in fear.
Even though all but one arm had been burned, she was more concerned about Bathory than herself.
“So what do you mean?”
“Well, I’m not saying what to do, I’m just saying that. I think you should know something.”
Oliver was honest, but the reaction wasn’t very good.
Bathory’s expression, which had always been treated with leisure and a smile, showed displeasure and anger.
“Maybe, did I make a mistake?”
Oliver asked to apologize, but Bathory didn’t listen. She seemed unwilling to speak with Oliver any more.
“Now that you know your skills, let’s finish it slowly. Not funny.”
Bathory raised her magical power with one hand and placed her hand on the shattered wreckage.
A vast amount of magical power spreads through the ruins of the building in an instant, and the molecular structure is manipulated. Cement spears aimed at Oliver shot up from all directions.
It was the Gaia school’s earth magic, boasting overwhelming power in terms of physical power.
Oliver moved swiftly, smashing the stone spear, and marched forward before the stone spear completely engulfed him.
Of course, it wasn’t just smashing.
The broken stone spear was given a new skill by Oliver, and it flew to Bathory and pierced her.
“ね·······!!”
“I tucked the black suit into the tip of the spear.”
Oliver spoke to Bathory, who was unexpectedly in pain, and narrowed the distance at once.
Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲
Now that Oliver’s approach was burdensome, Bathory absorbed the blood around him in one arm, gathered strength, and swung it towards Oliver.
[reremouse]
A large amount of blood filled with murderous intent and magical powers from Bathory’s arm turned into a bat-shaped blade and struck Oliver, leaving terrible cuts on the walls, ceilings and floors.
The power was so strong that the black suit, reinforced with artificial souls, was torn slightly.
“this.”
Blood tentacles pierced as soon as they saw the gap, and Oliver quickly blocked it with a quarterstaff.
Thanks to this, he avoided a valid hit, but Oliver was pushed back.
🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
Oliver was hit by a blood tentacle against a wall. But that wasn’t the end.
Cement, still under Bathory’s control, absorbed Oliver like a swamp and tried to interfere with Oliver’s suit with magical powers.
It wasn’t as easy as I thought though.
“It’s great technology. You can’t sleep at all.”
Oliver answered, with only his torso sticking out.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“I’m sorry. If you had met me a little later, you might not have been stronger… But in other words, you are not yet my opponent.”
With those words, Bathory hardened the lump of cement holding Oliver as hard as steel and performed another technique.
Oliver lifted his head, capturing the ominous movement he felt above his head, and could see the mass of murderous intent and magical power coming together above the ceiling.
Murderous intent and magic, which had been entangled like a lump of mud, began to rotate violently and gradually converged to one point.
Drill, like a typhoon…
“Oh, that must be really dangerous…”
[Impalement]
Bathory chanted as she lowered her hands from top to bottom.
A massive pile of blood that might have been enough for a few people fell through the ceiling and fell on Oliver’s head.
The power that can’t be stopped even with a black suit with an artificial soul.
I could feel Bathory’s anger.
━━━━━Coo!!
Huge piles of blood fell from top to bottom and pierced everything.
Presumably, if the attack hit, Oliver was sure to die too. if you touched it.
‘I’m alive.’
Instead of shaking off the lump of cement holding him back, Oliver thought of interfering with his magical power and went inside.
It was difficult to take it back thanks to Bathory’s magical control and systematic magic, but somehow managed to succeed because of Bathory’s magic.
I thought I was really happy.
If I had failed, I would have been stuck in the attack just before.
Oliver tried to get to a safe place like this.
“Whoever likes.”
Bathory, noticing Oliver’s presence, fired a blade of blood towards Oliver’s place.
Even though Oliver used his magical powers to increase the strength of the cement, Bathory’s blade cut through the pile of cement like cheese and pulled Oliver out.
“Do you think you can run away from me?!”
Batori put wings made of blood on her back and quickly closed the distance.
As Oliver swung his quarterstaff to counterattack, she opened her distance with incredible maneuverability, then swung her hands to attack Oliver with the bat blade once more.
Carararalalarak–!!!
The storm of blades that rushed in from close range ripped through the black suit and wounded Oliver.
Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲
Naturally, blood flowed through the wound, and the blade of blood absorbed some of it and took it to its master.
“Where would you like to taste it?”
Bathory tries to taste Oliver’s blood. Oliver stretched out his hand and chanted.
[Blood Fire]
The moment Bathory was about to eat Oliver’s blood, the blood exploded and a sticky flame started to stick to Bathory’s face and burn.
“aave not to have to be!”
Bathory screamed in great bewilderment as it had not been expected at all.
It was more effective than expected.
‘ah····. Because blood was part of its own body. It’s probably natural to cause more pain than other attacks.’
It was not at all strange considering that the best way to prevent fire magic is fire magic.
“It’s ironic…”
As Oliver said so, he smeared the blood flowing from his body on the tip of the quarterstaff and shoved it right into Bathory’s abdomen.
A quarter staff digging into the stomach. Oliver just exploded.
[Blood Bomb]
A bloody explosion shattered Bathory’s body.
Her body was scattered here and there, and it was silent with blood and fire.
“This is the end… No.”
Oliver saw the blood clinging to his ankles.
The blood showed intense anger, resentment, and hatred toward Oliver.
He tried to escape, but it wasn’t easy, and Oliver raised his head.
“ah·····.”
The stakes, which had fallen, rose again, and were shot again at Oliver.
Oliver blocked it with a quarterstaff, but the blood spear did not yield and he used the force from the mass to slam Oliver down and crash Oliver downstairs with the floor.
Bang-!
During the fall, he lost his balance and stuck Oliver’s back to the floor.
It’s like an ant being pressed by a human’s finger. At that time, extra blood flowed out of the spear blade, entangled in a human form. It was Bathory.
“I admit you. You’re the second most annoying man I’ve seen in over three hundred years.”
“…are you the first human flesh chef?”
Despite the urgent situation, Oliver asked. Perhaps it was the correct answer, Bathory twisted his face viciously and raised the spear to shoot Oliver.
Oliver blocked again with a quarterstaff, but to no avail.
When the spear tip was blocked, Bathory kicked and trampled Oliver’s face and torso with a nimble movement, then screamed in anger and swung his fists and claws.
“Kyahyahyahya hahahaha ━━━━!!!”
Bathory’s attack full of emotion was strong, and the black suit, which had already consumed considerable power, gradually cracked.
The floor fell once again, unable to withstand the shock of the beating.
Bang–!!
“I want to see your emotions stained with fear, humiliation, and hatred.”
Burning with revenge, Bathory threw away the spear, covered his body with blood, strengthened his body, and attacked Oliver again.
The impact hit the floor again.
Bang—!!!
Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲
Nevertheless, Bathory did not stop attacking, and the floor could not withstand the shock and sank. keep going
Bang ━━━━!!!!
Bang ━━━━━!!!!!
Bang ━━━━━━!!!!!!
Eventually, Oliver and Bathory returned to the bottom floor, where they had first met.
ha·····. ha·····. ha·····.
As if exhausted from the beating, Bathory held his breath, and of course, Oliver, who had been hit, was not well.
The leather mask was not torn by desperately blocking the face, but the quarter staff lost it on the way and became bare hands, the black suit was half-wave, and the vision was blurred from the impact, and the body became rags with bruises and wounds all over the body.
Bathory grabbed Oliver’s neck and lifted him up.
“How do you feel?”
“It hurts.”
Oliver replied calmly. real, not fake.
Bathory didn’t like Oliver like that.
Little boy warlock theme Even in a situation like this, he’s not afraid, let alone begging for his life…
could not tolerate I just wanted to repay this guy regardless of victory or defeat. The anger, hatred, and humiliation you feel.
“Hey, do you know what I gain from blood other than magic, talent, and strength?”
“uh····. The person’s knowledge, information?”
“Actually, it’s just a memory…. From now on, I’m going to suck up your blood and kill all the people you care about. painfully. In homage to your poker face.”
“Isn’t there such a person?”
“Do you have no family, lover, or friends?”
Oliver was humble.
Oliver was an orphan and had no lover. Friends too…
“…are you there?”
Even at this moment of death, Oliver’s calm emotions were very slightly shaken.
Because I had friends. That’s right, cant.
Bathory felt great pleasure in seeing it, and smiled a fishy smile at Oliver.
“I don’t know who he is, but I will find him and kill him. I’ll kill his precious people one by one, and tell you my kindness that it’s your fault. Then he cut off his limbs, my boy—”
ㅡ ㅔ.
Oliver raised his hand.
Bathory’s arm that was holding Oliver with him fell off, and Oliver’s leg, which was floating in the air, stood on the ground again.
In a cold silence, Bathory slowly looked at Oliver’s fingertips with unrealistic eyes.
A knife made of emotions was held in her fingertips.
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
Silent Oliver and Bathory.
She backed away from the primal fear she felt when confronted with something stronger than herself. That was then.
🥳 🥳 🥳
A short and concise, but sharper sound than anything else resounded, and an arm and two legs floated in the air.
Bathory lost a limb and fell to the floor.
Looking down at Bathory like that, Oliver asked.
“After cutting off the limb…. What?”