I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 123

123 – Spirit World – (1)

“Looks like this place.”

“Yes.”

A long blue-haired man riding a horse clutched his forehead as he watched the fierce battle in the sky.

He hurriedly gathered the elite and arrived on horseback, but he had no idea where to start.

“Tower lord, that is… ….”

“Yes. It is a dragon.”

The white mage lord, Sinclair, nodded.

He was a Sinclair who prided himself on being a magician who had gone through all sorts of battles before his birth, but what was happening right in front of his eyes was something that would make even him baffled.

Denebris, the highest rank dark spirit. Why is that name that only appears in a magical book in a legend boasting its majesty right in front of one’s eyes?

Moreover, countless spirits pouring out of the cracks between heaven and earth.

In front of my eyes was a total crisis.

“…… How.”

What’s more, it’s a small girl who stands up to this formidable army.

“What the hell did you do, Grand Duchess?”

Sinclair said with a teary face. Of course, this kind of thing happened within the jurisdiction of the Mage Tower.

I thought things were going to go wrong after Seira intervened.

But I didn’t think it would be such a mess.

It was really disappointing.

“Tower lord, how about requesting reinforcements nearby? Even if we mobilize all the official wizards belonging to the White Magic Tower, it seems difficult to deal with it.”

One of the aides asked cautiously.

He was also overwhelmed as he would be overwhelmed by the sight before his eyes.

“No. You don’t have to.”

Sinclair shook his head.

“Anyway, with a division like this, the Mage Towers will have no choice but to come even if they don’t want to move. Besides, the Grand Duke of Gold is also not someone to be overlooked. More than anything else, isn’t it a matter involving the daughter?”

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Golden Duke Leonard Liantour was famous even on the continent as a great daughter-in-law.

There’s no way he could just sit still after witnessing this.

“So, we just have to do our part.”

Sinclair raised his hand and split his troops.

Because it is a task to control such a wide area, they were spread out as wide as possible.

Watching the wizards disperse, each riding a horse, Sinclair pulled out the wand tucked into his waistband.

“There is only one thing to do. The only thing to do is to prevent the spread of the situation until support from the Grand Duke of Gold and other magic towers arrives.”

And that was one of Sinclair’s specialties, the wizard of frost.

He hurried his horse and ran towards the source of the avalanche.

Paaah!

There were several spirits flying to block him from approaching, but he blocked them by shooting cold air.

Sinclair, who eventually arrived at close range, groaned in a more horrific situation than expected.

The ground cracked open, revealing a gateway hidden between them. It was a gateway so cleverly hidden that even those who had studied magic in this area for a long time would not notice.

And then, a black mist was seeping through the cracks.

It was an extradimensional fog. It meant that most of the spirit realm had already been eroded.

“The situation is bigger than I thought. For now… ….”

Someone came into Sinclair’s eyes as she muttered that and tried to turn Madou.

She was a woman wearing a large witch’s hat and staggering across the ashes.

Of course, Sinclair was a familiar face. It was because he was an elementalist sent directly by Seira to assist him.

“Merta! Are you okay!”

Sinclair hurriedly rode her horse up to her.

And.

“… ….”

A strange feeling of uneasiness overwhelms the whole body.

Sinclair reflexively grabbed the reins.

An alarm bell called anxiety rang in my head.

“…… Mertha.”

I tried calling her name, but Merta didn’t answer.

She just stumbles in the wind with her hand on her shoulder.

“Merta, you. …… Something has changed.”

At that point, Merta finally responded.

She lifted her head slightly and stared at Sinclair with an expressionless face. The whites of her eyes were stained black, as if black ink had been released.

As soon as she got there, Sinclair hurriedly jumped off her horse.

“Kuu!”

Kwajik!

A stone the size of a house was put on top of her horse, where Sinclair had just been sitting. Her words were crushed without a chance to respond, and she screamed and died.

And dozens of gigantic bodies shrouded in her black mist appeared behind Merta. All of them were high-ranking spirits.

“Huh.”

Merta removed her hand from her shoulder.

An ominous sentence was engraved on her palm.

“…… Is it a foreign text? Mertha, in the end…….”

I could guess why she was like that.

Now that the spirit realm has been eroded by the apostles of the church, the influence must be spreading to the spiritists of all continents. Merta, who was present at the scene, must have received such power because her aftermath was much greater.

In that case, it would not be long before all the spirits of the continent were corrupted.

“That’s a shame.”

Sinclair clicked his tongue and raised his staff.

“I don’t mind using violence against my pupils, but circumstances are circumstances.”

Cold cold mana began to flow from the staff.

Then, Merta opened her eyes wide and shook her body, and in response, the spirits lined up behind her started rushing towards Sinclair.

“I won’t kill you. In the name of my tower owner, I will definitely return it to its original state.”

Sinclair unleashed his magic with all his might.

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“Tell me! What is the method!”

“There is no such thing.”

Seneca grinned as I grabbed him by the collar.

“Even if I kill you now?”

“I am just telling the truth. Because it’s out of my hands. The baton has passed to Mr. Pedras. My role was always to prolong time, because there was only one thing.”

“Keugh.”

I pushed Seneca roughly and knocked him over.

In a fit of anger, I thought about driving her knife through, but I couldn’t. It might still be useful.

On the one hand, Yuria was watching the spirits pouring out with a panic expression. Lynxia also bit her nails and held the dagger I handed her tightly in her arms.

“Lyncia, first.”

“Yes. Help… ….”

Let’s think of a way. If things go on like this, things will get out of hand.

It was then.

Quguaguagua!

Across the field of vision, huge chunks of ice began to rise through the grotesquely curved coniferous forest.

The ice filled with chilly mana was exploding or sweeping away the spirits flying in the sky.

“That… ….”

I wondered what it was again, but I quickly understood it.

“Is that Sinclair’s bastard?”

A wizard with the alias of the Wizard of Frost.

It was clear he was here to help. However, it was impossible to solve this division with Sinclair’s aid alone.

In the first place, was there supposed to be a way to restore the spirit realm that had already been encroached on?

In the game, the story used to progress in such a way that if Lautrec, who became an apostle of foreign media, was defeated, the problem would be solved. It was probably because the authority and power of the entire spirit realm passed to him who became an apostle. But this world is not a game. And he wasn’t so heartless as to cut down Lautrec without any guilt.

“Lautrec…… How is it going?”

Yuria asked me with her teary eyes.

Now that the spirit realm has been defeated, Lautrec couldn’t escape from the safe zone either.

Something that might turn Sigrun into a mess.

“Damn it.”

I took out my sword while clicking my tongue.

Then he grabbed and dragged Seneca by the hair, who could not even stand up on his own because he had no arms.

“Ugh.”

“Guide me.”

Seneca narrowed her eyes.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

I said that, then shook her head and corrected her.

“Apostle of the Abyss. Please guide me to where the bastard is.”

“… ….”

Once you kill the culprit, it might be solved somehow.

Of course, even if it didn’t work out, I had to kill the apostle Impression.

Kuguawang!

At that moment, I heard an explosion in my head.

At some point, a golden meteor was embedded.

The meteor slid all the way to where we were, scratching the ground and knocking down trees.

“…… Ouch My shin is sore. I really want to die.”

“Miss Seira?”

I thought it was a meteor, but it was Seira Liantour wrapped in mana.

I couldn’t see her for a while, and she was seriously injured. Her condition makes no sense.

Cracked up, she had a torn forehead, blood dripping down her cheeks, down her mouth, and dripping from her chin.

Her thin arms were covered with bruises.

“Does it hurt even if I use protection magic? It’s the first time since I was a child that I’ve been beaten this much! Even from then on, the body hasn’t grown, so it’s still in a fragile state!”

Seira stamped her feet angrily and pointed up at her sky.

“That bastard is so f*cking strong!”

“Isn’t it obvious… ….”

The name is the highest rank Dark Spirit.

In the first place, even enduring with only scratches against that gigantic dragon was beyond human reach.

But this is the criminal’s impression to the last. The story was different for the genius wizard Seira.

She sighed for a while, pounding her ground before letting out a sigh.

“I ran away once. There were dozens of high-ranking spirits surrounding him. No matter how hard it is, that amount is difficult.”

“Good job.”

“By the way…… I guess Fried-kun did something too?”

Seira lifted her foot and trampled on Seneca’s head.

Seneca frowned at her, but Seira, as if pleased with the reaction, gave her more strength to her feet.

“Ugh.”

“What about when you’re arrogant, and now you’re kissing the ground with your arms around you? You mean this is the lust you’re in charge of? hahahaha.”

She groaned, with her face flat on the ground as she was, and Seira crumpled and twisted her feet with her sadistic grin.

“I don’t think the title of Apostle Slayer was given in vain? Are you special? Shall I give you a prize? Would you like to come to bed?”

“Haa, that’s all right.”

I was worried about making jokes even in this situation, but it was fortunate.

I waved my hand and saw Seira.

Come to think of it, she is the strongest wizard on the continent.

Then you might know a solution to this as well.

“Is there a way to resolve the situation now? If it continues like this, beyond the destruction of the spirit world, Lautrec will also have problems.”

“Yes. I understand.”

Seira shrugged her shoulders.

Then she looked at Yuria, who was covered in tears, and she put her hand on the top of her head and stroked it several times.

“It will still be fine. It’s quite far from Hylingx to Sigrun. So, I have no choice but to fix the problem before it affects Lautrec. Killing Lautrec with my own hands is the ultimate specification.”

“Is there a way?”

“Of course I do. There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved.”

Seira looked behind her.

A gateway revealed through the collapsed ground. The sacred gate where blue mana should have flowed out now had the shape of a hell gate with black smoke rising like crazy.

“You can go in there.”

“…… Yes?”

“Go to the spirit realm and tell the king who rules there to come to his senses.”

“King?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t it work if I said it with all my heart?”

At first I thought it was a joke.

However, Seira’s quiet voice was serious.

She continued by clenching her fists.

“If there is no room for regeneration, just kill it.”

“That means… ….”

Seira turned her head again, and the expression on her face that I saw again was a wide smile.

“Yes. We will kill the Spirit King.”

“…… Crazy.”

How come things are getting bigger?

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