Chapter 159 - Mordred and Satanel/Drako vs Wizards

Sorry for the delay guys! I was on holidays at my uncle's second home in the mountains, and there wasn't any internet there. Not only that, as I forgot my laptop back on home.

I couldn't post anything, and I couldn't write anything.

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After separating from Drako and the others, Mordred had been moving toward the area where that powerful aura was.

She couldn't fly, but her running speed was no less than a car on the highway. Although the place wasn't exactly close, Mordred didn't take more than a few minutes to get there.

The place where she finally arrived was an old Shinto shrine that had been a place of worship in the town.

However, Drako had already warned Mordred that it was not appropriate to access shrines of worship of other mythologies without the permission of the gods worshipped in this country.

Neither of them cared about something like this, however, having to deal with politics was always complicated.

"So Azazel's envoy is a beautiful woman, I'm surprised. I was expecting a burly guy like Baraqiel."

Mordred turned her gaze in the direction from which the voice came.

The one who appeared in the shade of a great tree was a tall man dressed in a fallen angel armour.

"Picking this place wasn't on purpose."

The man had brown hair over male facial features, and his silver eyes could glow dimly even in the darkness of the night.

The man continued as he ran his hand through his hair.

"The god that is worshipped here will not appear even if the people of the village are annihilated, he doesn't care about anything as long as we don't destroy the sanctuary. When it comes to the gods of this country, it seems that, for many of them, regardless of the mythological system from which the other party originates, they basically don't care as long as they don't pollute their territory."

The man shrugged.

"Rather, it is the people who worship these gods who are strict with foreigners. Those guys are a real pain in the ass."

Mordred looked at the man in confusion. What the f.u.c.k was he saying?

"I don't give a shit about the gods," Mordred responded with sincerity.

That's what she really thought.

Where were the gods when she was suffering under Morgan?

Where were the gods when Artoria suffered while she ruled?

Where were the gods when Britain was being invaded, the men murdered and the women r.a.p.ed?

No, the gods never showed up. In fact, Mordred did not believe that the gods really existed, or at least not until Drako spoke of his encounter with one of them.

But... even if they did exist, what did they have to do with Mordred?

If the gods said stand up to Drako, stand up to her... Mordred only had to do what she was best at.

Attack with everything she had.

The man, Satanael, raised an eyebrow when he heard Mordred's answer. This girl was very interesting... and powerful.

Yes, Satanael could feel the invisible aura of power that Mordred's presence emitted. She was brimming with power, lots of power.

Satanael raised his left hand gently. The movement was similar to restricting something.

From the moment she had come here, and after listening to Drako, Mordred had understood something. She was surrounded by a group of killers.

Without a doubt, their backing was the proteges of Satanael, the Abyss Team. An unpleasant fighting atmosphere drifted through the area.

This unpleasant atmosphere... was something that excited Mordred. She had been raised on the battlefield, and enjoying this second life had not changed her love for it.

Satanael says.

"You know, I just want the same possibilities to investigate Sacred Gear as the other researchers. However, Azazel had no intention of decreasing his degree of supervision."

Mordred understood what he meant. She only had to connect dots with what Drako had informed her about this man.

"Huh... So you betrayed your organization to achieve your own goals, joining other groups that could help you achieve them."

"That's right."

Mordred couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Wasn't that very similar to what she did?

Mordred dodged those thoughts and turned her attention to the dark aura she had detected several miles away. It was a powerful aura, but not on the level of the man in front of herher.

"This is your business too."

Satanael smiled, looking happy that Mordred had brought up the subject.

"Yes! It was a theory that Azazel and I worked on together. However, Azazel ended up rejecting it because the Sacred Gear user has to pay a high price for this."

Research this... theory that... Mordred had had enough of this conversation.

With [Clarent] in hand, crimson electric shocks began to surround the sword.

If Mordred doesn't have her Secret of Pedigree on, she can use her Crimson Lightning without any problem. She has no need to hide her identity in this world, so Secret of Pedigree is completely useless her.

On the other hand, Mordred should receive a Boost to all her physical parameters as well as her charisma. However, since she was never recognized as the King or his successor, Mordred cannot receive that boost.

At least she can channel all her hate into the sword so she can use Clarent Blood Arthur.

"Master told me that I have to stop you from supporting the witches, but that it wouldn't hurt if I ended up killing you either. Although it would be much better if he finished you off personally, I wouldn't mind killing you all right now."

Mordred took a look around. She couldn't see the killers hiding, but Mordred knew they were there.

"I'm so scared! I don't want to die yet!" Satanael cried out in exaggeration.

So, he snapped his fingers all at once. Before Mordred could react, a fog began to roll in over the area.

In the face of Mordred's confusion, Satanael says.

"It's a Sacred Gear transfer type."

Mordred remembered reading some of it in the reports Drako had given her, but she could not remember the specifications.

The Sacred Gear in particular was called the "Forest of Disconcert". By using its ability in a part of the forest, it was able to guide those who stepped on it to any place the user wanted.

A few seconds later, Mordred felt several familiar people approaching through the mist.

And those who appeared inside the fog were...

"Mordred-san?"

It was the group of people Drako had sent to help Lavinia, led by Tobio.

Satanael flashed a smile once he realized they had been brought there.

"Now, let's finish what I have to do."

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Drako was surrounded by wizards.

1, 2, 4, 8…

12 wizards and Walburga were surrounding Drako at this time. A total of 13 enemies, of which Drako had to kill 12 of them.

Walburga couldn't die, at least not right now. She was the one who was going to lead one of the main groups of the Khaos Brigade, so she was going to bring more and more experience to Drako.

Walburga was a golden goose, but she also laid golden eggs. Drako was going to let her lay golden eggs (experience) constantly, and kill her when she can no longer produce.

Actually, there were 15 wizards at the beginning. Two of them had tried to go after Tobio and the rest, however, and Drako had killed them with two arrows before anyone could react.

"Onii-san! Walburga missed you!" The Gothic loli screamed with joy, though there was a mark of madness in her eyes.

Yes, there was no doubt that his mind was not the most stable. She was cute, but she was dangerous.

"Fireballs!"

A fireball suddenly came over Drako, followed by four more. The fireballs came from different directions, well coordinated. The wizards worked well together, and those fireballs had considerable power behind them.

"Look out!" Thalia shouted when she saw that Drako was not moving.

That's right, Drako was just giving him a lazy look at the fireballs. Hadn't Walburga learned from what happened last time?

She should know that this level of magic was incapable of harming him.

All four fireballs hit at the same time, creating a huge explosion with Drako at its center.

The smoke created by the explosion covered the area, and the wizards began to argue among themselves.

"Is he dead yet?"

"How disappointing."

"So a dragon is just this."

But Walburga didn't think so. She might be crazy, but she wasn't dumb. It was impossible that only four attacks of that level could finish off a dragon, no matter how low it's level.

"On guard! Fireballs! Water and ice! Gravity magic! Prepare barriers!"

Walburga gave orders while she prepared a great spell herself.

The magicians, although many thought this would be easy, did what Walburga asked.

At that moment, the sound of the wind whistling was heard in the area. Five arrows were fired at practically the same time and killed five of the wizards.

In a single instant, a third of the wizards had been eradicated. All five had died the same way, with an arrow in the center of their foreheads.

Even Thalia was surprised. For someone who had not received Artemis' blessing, his speed of fire and accuracy were exquisite.

The wizards seemed not to care about the death of their companions, and continued to channel their spells.

He didn't find this strange. Hexennacht was a group formed by Stray Magicians, so it was not surprising that they ignored the deaths of their companions.

In the next second, Drako dodged the torrent of magic that was heading his way. It wasn't that he was going to be affected by these attacks, but he didn't want his clothes to be torn.

Akatsuki's suit was made of a special material, which could resist low-level attacks. That was why it was still intact even after receiving four low-level fireballs. However, the suit was not going to withstand all the attacks he was going to get if he didn't dodge.

As he dodged, Drako fired two more arrows. And with them, he killed one of the wizards.

For when Drako was dodging, the wizards set up a personal barrier. Only a Drako arrow should be enough to pierce shields, but Walburga backed up those shields with reinforcement magic.

Drako's magic in his human form was barely over 200 points, while the magic of any of the wizards here exceeded that figure. However, Drako's high level of arrow creation, as well as his Fate Skill that further enhanced those arrows, made that difference in magical power small and even greater than the magical power of those mages. The problem was that Walburga's magic power was too high, so the reinforcement she had given the wizards made their shields capable of defending against one of Drako's arrows.

Drako didn't know this, but he suspected it. So he had shot a second arrow to check this, and it had turned out that his suspicion was correct.

Wizards could defend themselves from a Drako's arrow but... so what?

Drako only had to shoot one more arrow per person, and he could afford that perfectly.

With six wizards dead, there were only six others left to finish this. Drako didn't want to waste any more time on this, as Lavinia could be in danger right now.

With two more shots, the seventh wizard died.

Drako felt danger at that moment. He knew that, if he didn't dodge this attack, his clothes weren't the only thing that waswas going to get hurt.

Walburga had finished channelling her magic spell.

A large fireball, of a level of power extremely superior to the basic fireballs Drako had received at first.

No, it was wrong to say it was a fireball.

What came out of that magic circle could only be described as a real firestorm.

The level of the spell was so high that Thalia had to retreat from her hiding place to be unaffected by the spell. Even the other wizards had to dodge the remnants of the attack that were spreading.

Drako quickly retreated and climbed to the top of a tree. From there, he took advantage of the wizards' hasty movements to shoot them down with five more arrows. They barely had time to react, and by the time they realized it, they were dead.

Of course, Drako had been getting experience all this time. And the notification that came to him when he killed the last wizard was as follows.

[The level of [Nephilim Dragon] raised from 73 to 74.]