The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 92

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The executives gradually realized Abel’s intentions.

“Th-that’s ridiculous!”

“Stop it.”

As one of them was about to voice his protest.

Another one covered his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the room was filled with silence.

Seeing this, Abel realized that he was the one with the most authority here.

One empty sleeve.

Scales that were paler than other Strykes, suggesting his age.

A Strike with several medals on his chest.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Bondro, the priest and supreme commander of the Strykes.”

He is both a priest and a supreme commander.

It seemed that priests held a high position among the Strykes.

‘Do all priests have this kind of vibe?’

Ever since Abel had entered this place, he had maintained the same expression.

Whether it came from experience or affordance, he certainly seemed to be a capable supreme commander.

The City of Abel’s troubles were probably partly due to this man.

“You didn’t ask me the reason a moment ago.”

Feeling like the conversation could go somewhere, Habel nodded his head.

“Just as you asked, we of the Slyke tribe also have a reason for invading Habel City.”

So, there was a reason after all.

“And if you solve it for us, we of the Slyke tribe are willing to accept you as our benefactor.”

He had read Habel’s intentions there aptly.

As he had said, Habel intended to use this incident as an excuse to pretend to do them a favor.

‘He’s got a good head on his shoulders.’

Habel urged him to explain the reason as if to say, “Go ahead, tell me.”

“The reason is simple.”

As he opened his mouth, the faces of the leaders turned pale.

They all looked exactly the same, as if to say, “Do you really have to say that?”

However, Bondro continued speaking without hesitation.

“If you kill the Grand Mage Adoris, it will be solved.”

Even Habel couldn’t help but look puzzled at that statement.

“That, Adoris fellow, didn’t he create the magic that you guys use?”

Grand Mage Adoris.

The hero of the Slyke tribe and the one who created magic.

However, he shook his head at Habel’s question.

“No. He’s a devil. A devil who offers the price of magic in exchange for numerous sacrifices for the magic.”

“You offer sacrifices?”

“Adoris has a dream that he ultimately wants. For that, we have been offering sacrifices, not to mention crows and tendrils, as the same sacrifices.”

“The reason we rushed into this invasion war was because he urged us to.”

Bondro’s face darkened.

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“He wanted children, so I thought it would be better to sacrifice crows than to sacrifice ourselves.”

Judging from the way he was speaking so frankly, it seemed that he was quite desperate.

“Oh, Lord Adoris?”

There, the coward, Phodelia, looked on in disbelief.

It seemed that this wasn’t something that the entire Slyke tribe knew about.

Of course, if it became known that their hero was such a figure, there would have been chaos.

More than anything, the number of people who would shun magic, the essence of the Slyke tribe, would have increased.

Bondro didn’t want to get rid of Adoris; he wanted to get rid of magic.

Habel scratched his chin.

“Then, I guess you don’t intend to stop the invasion until I come back.”

And he made a sharp remark, judging the situation accurately.

Bondro shut his mouth.

That was because Habel had hit the nail on the head.

Habel, who had been looking at Bondro like that, soon turned around.

“So be it.”

The words continue: The invasion fell from Habel’s mouth.

Bondrow’s expression was one of surprise, but Havel stood tall in front of the door.

“You need that much insurance to make you listen to me a little better.”

Just because he was in Havel, it didn’t mean he would only protect Havel City.

He only intended to climb the tower.

He had never had the one-sided idea of favoring one side.

“You’ll end up paying a heavy price for the invasion anyway.”

Havel’s leg stretched out towards the door.

Then, the warriors who were trying to use their dragons to break through the door were thrown back along with the door.

Havel passed them and leisurely walked outside.

Some of the Stryke tribe’s warriors tried to block Havel’s path.

It was a natural reaction since he had come out of the headquarters building.

“Everybody, step aside.”

Before Havel could stop him, Bondrow, who had come out with him, inspired at them.

“He is a guest of the Stryke tribe.”

He’s a guest, is he?

Bondrow sincerely hoped that Havel would kill Adoris.

So he definitely treated him like a guest.

Thanks to that, Havel was able to leave Stryke village without any inconvenience.

“Lord Havel!”

As they entered the swamp, Elasia and the others appeared.

They looked curious about what had happened.

“Everyone except Elasia, return to the city now and stop the invasion.”

When Havel gave the order, everyone nodded without a word.

“Elasia, you will come with me to find that guy called Adoris.”

To find Adoris, he needed Elasia’s tracking magic.

Havel asked for just that and gestured.

“Let’s move.”

The conquest of the 74th floor begins.

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The Archmage Adoris.

A hero born to the Stryke tribe and the founder of magic.

He was born a weak child.

The Stryke tribe was a society where strength was law.

So Adoris, who was weak from birth, was often ignored.

“Weakling Adoris!”

That was the nickname Adoris was called most often.

However, even Adoris the weakling had a natural talent.

That was his curiosity and inquisitiveness.

He used chess to reach one truth.

That was magic.

It was a subject of study that was more than enough to fill his curiosity and thirst for exploration.

At first, this magic was also ignored.

However, the moment Adoris struck down the strongest warrior in the village.

The situation changed at once.

A society where power was law, the Stryke.

The magic that Adoris created quickly began to be revered.

However, Adoris continued to feel a thirst for ongoing curiosity and exploration.

He creates magic every day, again and again.

But at some point, he felt that even if he created new magic, it was nothing more than a variation of the existing ones.

“It’s lacking. It’s lacking.”

The year he turned 96, long before the average life expectancy was 50 for the Stryke tribe.

Adoris turned his hand to a new magic.

It was black magic that paid the price of a living being’s life.

The moment he touched it, his eyes flashed.

This was definitely a new magic that was completely different from the existing ones.

The limit of his life, which was gradually approaching, was also overcome by black magic.

With this, he became immortal, able to study magic forever.

“This is it. This is it!”

Since that day, he has been immersed in black magic.

And before long, he came to realize one fact.

The life force, the ingredient of the black magic he created.

It was nothing else than malice.

There was no end to what could be done with malice.

He soon lost interest in the Stryke tribe.

Instead, he coveted the malice possessed by all living things.

He blackmailed the priest of the Stryke tribe, put him on top, and made him offer sacrifices.

And so it was with the malice of other creatures.

The corpse left after he extracted the malice was worthless.

So he gave away all the corpses to the Stryke tribe.

Instead, he repeated his magic research by doubling the malice.

That was the great magician Adoris.

Adoris was still studying magic today.

In front of him lay the body of a Stryke infant.

His head was dismembered, revealing his organs.

Adoris repeatedly touched the corpse with malice.

Even in such a terrible act, his face remained unchanged.

As a result of being crazy about magic and claiming only magic as the truth.

It was because he had abandoned the emotions he should have as an intellectual being.

“As expected.”

Adoris, who had been touching the corpse, stopped the pin he was holding.

“This world is a separate space confined within a certain frame.”

After obtaining the misfortune, he realized one fact.

This world filled with misfortune was like a balloon.

A balloon that someone had arbitrarily filled with misfortune.

That aspect was especially prominent in those who had just been born.

Because in their bodies existed misfortune that someone had arbitrarily blown in.

When such misfortune was stimulated, the enormous mass of misfortune on the other side of the world reacted.

However, that reaction was too weak.

And it quickly dispersed.

Adoris’s curiosity and inquisitiveness boiled over once more.

‘An unknown existence on the other side of the world.’

He wanted to see that existence with his own two eyes.

‘I need more experimental subjects.’

If he were to greatly stimulate this existence, the wall of the world would surely be broken through.

No matter what the outcome may be.

He would definitely be able to see that existence with his own two eyes.

Driven mad by curiosity and inquisitiveness, he burned the corpse.

Soon, a large number of experimental subjects would arrive.

If he were to use those experimental subjects, he would be able to reach the truth.

That was what he thought at that moment.

Suddenly!

His head whipped around to face outside the window.

The place where he stayed was a hideout that had its existence erased by magic.

However, right now, there was someone coming straight towards this place.

‘What is this?’

His eyes opened slightly.

Something was moving, hidden by the world as if it were unknown.

Because Adoris saw the world filled with misfortune, he could tell.

This felt similar to the existence on the other side of the world.

“Wh, what, what is this! Groan!”

Uttering a strange sound, he rushed out of the house like a madman.

His eyes were raised towards the sky.

Above the sky where the sunset was setting, someone was running.

Before he knew it, Adoris, who had his emotions artificially erased, had a wide grin on his face.

Tears welled up in his eyes as if he had seen a new truth.

His mind was paralyzed by his endless inquisitiveness, and he felt like he was going to faint.

Thud!

At that moment, a man and a woman he was carrying landed in front of him.

With silver hair that was almost white, he lowered the woman.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Adoris.

“You are Adoris.”

“Y, yes. Who might you be, esteemed one?”

Adoris asked, swallowing down his ragged breath.

However, Havel’s expression remained unchanged despite his strange appearance.

“Havel, from Banphelion.”

As soon as he heard the name Havel, something came to mind.

Raven, Tendarr’s Night’s Messenger.

That name was definitely Havel.

And the sword flowing with a Milky Way galaxy on his black mask in his hand.

That too was known as the Sword of Stars.

“I see. So it is.”

Adoris let out an exclamation as if he had realized something.

“The world saw me trying to reach the truth and sent a Messenger in surprise. Isn’t that right?”

According to the Raven’s scriptures, there was one among the ravens who was influenced by the power of the Night God.

And he was executed by the Night’s Messenger for mishandling that power.

Adoris defined that power as a calamity.

Ravens have been intellectually beings longer than the Stryke tribe.

So, the Night’s Messenger must have come for him this time.

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

However, Havel looked as if he had heard some ridiculous gibberish.

“You’re talking nonsense.”

Then, a calamity flowed out of Adoris’ body like smoke.

“Ugh!”

Elassia swallowed a scream without thinking.

As expected of someone who called himself an Archmage, Adoris’ calamity was on a different level.

Havel pushed Elassia back and raised the Sword of Stars.

“I don’t know what misunderstanding you have.”

Soon, dawn began to frost over Havel’s sword.

“It doesn’t matter, because you’ll still end up losing.”

I have to bring this madman to his senses.