Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Killing a high-ranking sorcerer is difficult. Literally difficult.

Regardless of the class, all kinds of sorcerers have made provisions for their lives through various sinister methods. Whether its protective spells or life-preserving spells.

If you were to choose the most difficult class to kill, Ivan would undoubtedly think of necromancers without hesitation.

The spell known as Lichification, dividing the soul and preserving it in a phylactery, accounts for about half of the reason, and

The other half is because even if the flesh is destroyed, it is surrounded by terrible curses.

Among them, the worst was undoubtedly Abiditas. Aside from the spells he used, his body was that of a dragon, so his abilities alone could face an army, and even if he was destroyed, he would spit out curses and return within ten minutes.

Flying through the sky, raining curses like bombardments, raising thousands of corpses. If you manage to break through all that and reach the body, you have to face an invincible dragon in a pitched battle.

Magical power that can burst your heart just by facing it, curses that corrupt everything within sight, divine power that destroys the mind just by hearing whispers.

The embodiment of desire. A living dragon mastering a thousand spells, gathering a thousand treasures, destroying a thousand cities. Master of all necromancy and the undead.

The Dragon General, Abiditas.

Ivan always considers that time as one of the most terrifying battles he has experienced. It was the most malicious enemy and the day he lost the most.

Is it because of that? Ivan occasionally dreams of that day. The content of the dream was always different, but the result was the same. Everyone except him dies. Whispering as if resenting him.

[You, outsider from the outside world. How did you manage to live alone?]

Ivan could never answer. He only reminisces about that battle in regret.

If only he had moved a little faster. If only he had run a little harder.

If he hadnt made that choice then, hadnt made that judgment, hadnt attacked in that way.

Like a defeated chess player reviewing a match. He regrets each move, lamenting. If he had done that, wouldnt one more person have come back alive? He wonders.

But as with all regrets and laments in the world, Ivans reflections inevitably end with the same conclusion as leaving alone. Even if he regrets, nothing changes. He was still alone. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

[You, outsider from the outside world.]

After finishing his recollection, outside the window, such a voice resonates.

Perhaps the specters of those who have departed, or perhaps the reflections in the window whispering sighs.

From the end of the war until now, it continues.

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But now the dragon is dead, and maggots devouring its corpse pretend to be the dragon.

Absurdly, claiming they will seek revenge.

The right to revenge was never theirs. It should have been solely his. They dare not have the right to speak of revenge.

Next. (Ivqn)

Uh, uh is this it? (Lucia)

Thats right. (Ivan)

This kid has comrades who will support her from behind. Unlike him.

So, this battle shouldnt become a lesson. That era should have ended in his time. Even warriors didnt face demons alone.

Its the fight of those who couldnt become warriors, who couldnt become part of the warrior party. Its the struggle of ordinary people. Its not the battle of transcendent heroes, but the fight of humans.

Ivan stood up with open eyes. Luca, who met his gaze for a while, bit her lip and swallowed her words.

Go.

What . ugh whatever!!

Luca shed tears with a thud. She spoke haltingly.

Next time, at school. Teach me the rest. I still want to learn. Even if I dont need to fight alone, I want to learn how two fight. Do you understand?

When Ivan didnt respond, Luca stepped on the window sill and looked down at him.

Today is the last day Ill be a burden. There wont be a time where you fight alone in the same situation in the future. (Lucia)

To become an excellent agent, youre still lacking at your level. (Ivan)

Haha Your standards are too strict. (Lucia)

Luca muttered softly and disappeared into the darkness beyond the window. It was the movement characteristic of vampires. Ivan scanned the long trail she left with his eyes.

The moisture she left behind wasnt that of a vampire but more suited to a human.

After equipping himself for the last time, Ivan headed to the opposite window. To the sniper point leading to the center of the factory zone. Holding an axe, counting bullets, tightening his armor.

Reminding himself of the expiration date of the potency flowing within his body.

With a light footstep, Ivans body disappeared from the window.

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Thud.

A person sat down in the middle of the courtyard.

The cacophony of chirping insects, the rage of sorcerers, the murmurs of tense dwarvesall the noise in this place subsided.

In the oily silence, the man who revealed himself slowly lifted his head.

Ivan Petrovich!! Im grateful youre still not dead!!

Breaking the silence, joy spread. Beyond the frightened dwarves, the shadow of a giant dragon corpse loomed.

Ivan stared silently at the shadow. It was an item that closely replicated Abiditas from the day he died.

Perhaps because they couldnt extract the remains of the dragon, the skeleton of the monster was made up of countless human bones. It was a monstrous mosaic pieced together.

But its intimidation was on a similar level. Countless hatred, resentment, despair, and curses were intertwined within it like pulsating veins.

Behold, see what you have failed to achieve. You are not the one who survived. Youve only received a reprieve from death. Youve returned to the depths underground, returned to your death!

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