Episode 1217

Episode 1217

Perkuntra, who was racing with Lee Han, muttered.

The state of the magician is strange. Far too passive.

“Aren’t you setting a trap?”

It doesn’t seem like that. There’s no reason to choose such a long-winded method when up against a desperate enemy.

‘Hm. That’s true.’

Lee Han agreed internally.

In fact, as Professor Voladi’s student, he himself had felt it, too.

Professor Voladi’s combat philosophy was always about taking the initiative by attacking actively; that kind of defense was not the professor’s style.

Just look at how quickly he escaped the moment there was an opening—when others let their guard down—

‘Oops. Now’s not the time to criticize the professor.’

Lee Han focused his mind.

Originally, he planned to drive the thunder spear into the exposed enemy.

But with the professors in their current state, he thought he’d have to help block the enemy himself.

The great spell Professor Garcia was casting, which was disrupting and interfering with the enemy’s time, absolutely could not be allowed to stop.

“Can we take on the clone?”

To some degree. But the longer it goes on, the more dangerous it gets.

Perkuntra spoke coolly.

He himself had been summoned for a long time, and his contractor was also under immense strain.

Against such a lunatic thought-form, the longer the fight, the greater the danger.

But without hesitation, Lee Han nodded.

“That’s enough. Let’s go!”

With a crack of thunder, Lee Han charged toward the clone atop Perkuntra.

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‘There’s something wrong with Voladi!’

Among the professors, the first to notice the sense of discord was Professor Kirmin.

Professor Garcia was sweating profusely, engrossed in the spell, so it was only natural.

Normally, when facing a tough enemy like a clone, the method was clear.

Professor Kirmin would confuse the enemy, then Professor Voladi would deal damage with a penetrating, striking spell.

But this time, instead of damaging the clone, he was focusing solely on defense and evasion. As if he were trying to avoid attacking altogether.

Boom!!!

“Wardanaz!”

As the student, who had been relatively on the outside, joined the battlefield, Professor Kirmin quickly glanced at the other two professors in the brief moment.

Fortunately, Professor Garcia was too engrossed in the spell to notice, and Professor Voladi was facing the clone up front and couldn’t do anything else.

Given the situation, Professor Kirmin decided to abandon his professor’s conscience and accept the student’s strength.

“Well done. Looks like Voladi might be injured! The fact that he can’t attack easily…”

“I’ll attack instead. Please draw the enemy’s attention!”

“Hey!!”

As Lee Han flew up again on Perkuntra, Professor Kirmin was shocked.

Of course, the professor was supposed to attack while the student drew attention from behind, but here he was, doing it in reverse.

He didn’t even give time to stop him, just flew up again right away!

‘That brat! He’s only learned the worst from his teacher!’

Curses surged up to his throat, but he couldn’t stop a student who was already about to crash. Doing so would only cause a bigger disaster.

Professor Kirmin gritted his teeth and supported the student. Illusions appeared in succession in the direction Lee Han was moving, confusing the clone of the evil god.

This is?!

Normal illusion spells that target the five senses couldn’t fool a thought-form like an evil god.

But these current illusions were powerful, each holding a small fragment of soul. When such illusions suddenly appeared, an inexperienced evil god couldn’t help but be flustered for a moment.

And that moment was enough. Perkuntra let out a roar and slammed a blow into the evil god’s side.

Attack with everything you’ve got before it regains its senses!

Perkuntra knew well.

Unlike ordinary enemies with physical bodies, beings like this couldn’t be killed so easily by a few cuts or stabs.

Like chipping away a huge rock into sand, he had to keep infusing intent and wearing it down.

“Get out!”

Professor Voladi shouted at his disciple with the loudest and most resolute voice he had used that day.

“This is not your place!”

Lee Han displayed the composure of a magician who had contracted with a spirit for a long time.

He succeeded in communicating with the spirit by thought alone, without any command or conversation.

Rumble!

Thunder roared, overtaking Professor Voladi’s voice. Lee Han shamelessly shouted.

“Sorry! Can’t hear you over the noise!”

‘He’s my contractor, but seriously, what a ridiculous guy.’

Perkuntra thought, swinging the thunder hammer. The evil god’s clone, struck again, let out a roar and its eyes shone red.

Dozens of eyes bubbled and flashed up from its body, like bursting foam. It was a chilling scene, as if it had come back to its senses.

Be careful! Its mind is back!

Despite all the chains and magic, the continuing pain had clearly sharpened the evil god’s clarity.

Even before Perkuntra’s shout ended, the evil god spoke.

Trying to attack me while you serve me. How impudent!

“Still going on about that? If you didn’t want revenge, you shouldn’t have offered in the first place!”

Lee Han snorted with ridicule.

Sticking to this act just for a key—how clingy.

Other imperial orders had graciously blessed Lee Han even after he took their divine spells one by one, but this evil god was remarkably petty.

“…I’m not talking about you, Wardanaz!”

Professor Kirmin shouted in shock.

The evil god was yelling at Professor Voladi right now!

“What nonsense… If there’s anyone in the Empire who’d never believe, it’s Professor Baegrek.”

Then why is he hesitating to attack me?

Lee Han stopped bothering to respond.

The opponent was sounding even dumber than Gainando, who’d been caught by the skeleton headmaster stealing food from the kitchen.

Did the skeleton headmaster let it slide because he wanted to forgive Gainando?

He must have had a much bigger and more sinister motive to just pass by.

Be honest. Didn’t you want power when you wandered for revenge? Can you really claim you never thought of offering your enemy as a sacrifice to me for strength?

Though shattered and weakened, the evil god’s mind was becoming even more menacing.

Even in a short time, the bouts with tough enemies were making this evil god learn and grow.

Left unchecked, this evil god could become as formidable as the ancient demons whose notoriety shook the continent. It had more than enough potential; all it needed was to mature its mind.

Sensing this, Professor Kirmin felt a chill down his spine.

He had only ever thought about overwhelming the enemy with strength, never expected a scenario like this.

‘It… makes sense…’

Professor Kirmin checked his friend’s expression. He was still expressionless, but Kirmin could tell he was deeply shocked inside.

Voladi clearly had been thinking about it to some extent!

It wasn’t impossible.

What had happened among the western vampire clans was terrible, and his friend, seeking revenge, had been out of his mind until the skeleton headmaster caught and locked him up.

He would’ve wished for power by any means possible, so could he really not have been tempted by such an evil god?

Perhaps, thinking this, Voladi was hesitating to attack recklessly.

If his friend’s explosive desire for revenge gave strength to the enemy instead…

“That’s nonsense. I went to the fortress and checked your death list! There were all sorts of names on it, but not the professor’s!”

“!?”

At Lee Han’s shout, Professor Kirmin’s eyes widened.

“Is that true?”

“Yes! If he’d ever been a follower, that thing would’ve done something before now. Isn’t it obvious, just looking at how all it does is wag its tongue until the very end without doing anything?”

Well said!

Perkuntra praised his contractor and shut up the evil god. The eyes blooming atop the evil god’s body were swept away in a tidal wave of lightning.

Annoyed again by Lee Han’s interference, the evil god let out a bloodcurdling roar of fury.

Professor Kirmin, able to catch his breath in the brief respite, sighed in relief.

It really was a relief. If it hadn’t been for Wardanaz’s confirmation, something terrible could have happened.

If his friend had coolly made his own calculations and then, quite rationally, chosen to die…

“Well done, Wardanaz. Finding such a death list. When you insisted on going into the fortress, I honestly swore I’d lock you up in the punishment room!”

Artifacts like those death lists containing the evil god’s power were not easy to find.

It was only because Sanguiros was confused and inexperienced. If he’d been rational, he’d never have exposed a death list recording followers’ true names.

“Shh. I didn’t see anything like that.”

“…What?”

Professor Kirmin froze for a moment.

“I was too busy destroying magic. Had no time to look for any such artifact.”

“…But—you said you found it!?”

“If there had been, that’s what I’d have done. No matter what, professor wouldn’t have believed an evil god.”

“……”

Professor Kirmin was simply lost for words. Even the demon or spirit helping Lee Han was equally at a loss.

Is there really a brat like this??

“If the other side can’t refute, it was probably a trick in the first place. Besides, even if you believed for an instant, isn’t that ancient history? Getting mad now won’t empower the enemy. Even by imperial law, that much is extenuating.”

“…Anyway, well done!”

Professor Kirmin resolved to take what he’d just heard to his grave.

He felt no need to let his friend know.

He’s coming this way!

-He’s coming!

Perkuntra warned that the evil god he was holding had escaped. Mahuda also shouted about the enemy’s approach.

Lee Han nodded.

He had already prepared for this situation during the exchange with the enemy earlier. He had talked this all through with Perkuntra and Mahuda before coming.

Someday the enemy would surely charge in anger.

‘Didn’t expect it to come from being argued down, though.’

Just as veteran diviners could see the future without even casting spells, Lee Han was clearly confident in what was about to happen.

The enemy would charge.

He would use every available spell in reverse to skewer the enemy!

“He’s comi—You!!!”

Professor Kirmin tried to stop Lee Han as he shot out like a rocket.

It was too obvious whom the evil god would chase if they split up now!

Above the reunited Lee Han and Perkuntra’s heads, a humble, plain crown appeared.

Small World Basilios.

Within range, the evil god’s movement noticeably slowed. It was a different type of stillness from Professor Garcia’s time manipulation.

As Mahuda poured his remaining strength into Lee Han’s arm, a cloak appeared behind.

Small World Euangelion.

Facing infinitely splitting space, the evil god lost its way for a moment and wandered. The waves of malice it sent forth now drifted, unable to find a target.

Lastly, Lee Han’s vision turned red again. Even with his sight sealed, he could clearly see the enemy’s soul blazing bloody.

Small World Dunamis!

Prepare the thunder spear!

-Even if your arm breaks, it can’t be helped. Just protect your vital organs!

Normally, the thunder spear of the Demon Slayer was used by Perkuntra and Mahuda together, considering the contractor’s burden to some extent.

No matter how powerful the spell, you couldn’t kill the contractor.

But now, the spell, amplified by Dunamis, had effectively removed those restraints.

The Spirit King worried more about whether his contractor would be okay than how destructive this spell would be.

Not only the spell’s burden, but how much backlash would that wicked Small World bring?

The staff spirit was already screaming.

“!”

Lee Han’s gaze wavered for a moment. Subconsciously, he glimpsed a vision of the future.

The magician immediately changed his choice. Instead of the prepared thunder spear, a single drop of water floated up, and the spirit king lost his composure, cursing.

He said he’d only use Small World Dunamis once!