Chapter 165 (1/2)

The Death Knight was one of the strongest monsters of the Devildom along with the Lich.

A long time ago, the demons had invaded the earth, largely in search of destruction of the Mado civilization and the continent after the fall of the Abaron empire.

During that time, the Death Knight was notorious for being the vanguard of the Devildom.

At that time, people managed to defeat the demons, but the magic of the demons to make the Death Knights was passed down to the warlocks.

Death Knight was said to be the being which was revived with cursed dark magic, along with the skills of a Sword Master.

However, a basic of 9 circles of dark magic was needed to make it work, and it was very difficult to obtain a body.

In addition to that, it took a long time for the dark magic ritual to be prepared and for the collection of the other materials for the making of a Death Knight.

For that reason, that enemy was very rare to appear after the demon invasion.

No one knew why, but the Devil King, the best warlock 500 years ago, had never made a single Death Knight and constantly used golems to fight.

Till the current time, not a single Death Knight had appeared in the history of the continent.

But for such a thing to appear then!

“Who, who the hell are you…?!”

The voice of Meister was trembling with fear.

To him, the grey robe wizard was the Devil King who came from the Devildom.

But his prediction was far too vain.

“Who. Am. I? someone. Who. Belongs. To. The Magic. Tower. That. You. Are. Trying. To put. Down.”

“What, what did you say? Then, from Veritas Magic…”

He slowly revealed his identity, which made the Meister more scared.

“Yes, I, am. The. Wizard. Of. Veritas. Magic. Tower. From. 500 years. Back. Arsene.”

Thud-!

An indirect explosion happened as if a huge magic bomb had been released.

Not believing it, the wizards of Rokid screamed.

“Don’t lie! That can’t happen!”

“Arsene is the founder of magic engineering! How can you say his name and defile his greatness?!”

Although they were the rivals to the Veritas Magic tower, the wizards of Rokid respected the work of Arsene and his war against the Devil King Saymon, laying the foundation for the magic engineering.

It was the same with most of the wizards in the continent, which was why no one believed the grey robe wizard.

Elder Jeron was different.

‘Then, according to the rumors that I heard when studying in the Veritas Magic…’

Archmage Arsene.

He was the 17th Meister of the Veritas.

He had grown the Veritas which was just a middle-ranked magic tower to one of the best in the kingdom and led the continent towards magic engineering, Arsene was held up virtually.

Rumors had it that he cared so much for the magic tower that he even touched the taboo magic in the later years.

They were all stories and not a single person dared to uncover it, however, Jeron heard a few rumors about it.

At that time, he ignored them thinking that they were the words of some jealous person.

But he realized that it wasn’t the case.

“Li, Lich!”

As soon as he was recollecting the rumors, a word popped out of Jeron’s mouth.

At those words, Arsene lifted his head.

“Kul? I never. Knew. That. A person. Who knew. Of me. Secret. Was. In. this. Place.”

Arsene admitted that it was a secret.

And there was a reason for it.

Arsene wasn’t going to keep them alive. He had already decided that they were all going to be killed, there was no reason for him to hide the threat.

Jeron, who grasped the meaning behind the words, shouted out.

“All, all of you run away! Our opponent is a 9th circle Lich!”

From what he said, the ability of Arsene could be less too, but the power he held was great.

Wizards who learned of Arsene’s secret began to run away.

They had no odds against the 9th circle Lich.

Besides, he had a Death Knight made of Warrior Rakan.

Now, it was important that one of them survive and make it public.

Everybody thought so, and each of them ran in a different direction.

But…

“Kuk!”

“Kul!”

“This, this is?!”

The wizards who moved into the secret passages, or tried to escape, or teleport, threw up blood on the floor.

“This, this is Mana Force!”

“How is this…?!”

Mana force field which twists the flow of Mana.

Such a magic was unfolding with no sign.

Seeing the wizards fall down, Arsene, laughed.

“You. Men. Thought. You could. Run. Away. From. In front. Of me?”

“Kuak!”

The mana force was being played by another guardian, Saymon, who came along with Arsene and Rakan.