Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

And Run Into (3)

‘Damn…’

Lucion’s face wrinkled.

Isn’t it obvious what to do to cut that thread in this situation?

‘He needs to die.’

[Lucion!]

Russell called Lucion and pulled his clothes.

Hume clenched his fist before the debris scattered from the gate hit Lucion.

Crunch!

However, half of his fist was split before Hume touched the rubble, and Carson was brave as he flew in front of Lucion.

“Wake up, Lucion.”

Boom!

Hume punched the other debris and it was powdered and sprayed on the floor.

“Hume, protect your master.”

Carson looked sideways at Hume and ran towards the warlock.

Not giving free time to the knights until the gate restarted.

‘… But there’s nothing I can’t handle.’

Carson knew how to end this situation quickly.

It was to kill the warlock.

“This way.”

Hume guided Lucion quickly.

[What are you doing? Why are you not moving?]

When Russell urged Lucion, he reluctantly stepped back.

‘It’s connected. They’re bound to be together.’

Lucion looked at the blue thread that neither disappeared nor tightened.

His head was already complicated, but the darkness was wriggling at will, perhaps because of the darkness that had spread around him.

—Yap! Stay still.

Ratta soothed Lucion’s darkness.

[Lucion.]

Russell called out to Lucion with a heavy voice.

[Your darkness is responding because that warlock is a fallen warlock.]

At the word, Lucion turned around for a moment while running.

The darkness that spread in the sky was so black and ominous that I thought it was really ‘evil’.

[It’s the Warlock’s instinct to get rid of a fallen Warlock.]

Russell looked around and frowned.

[But for now, don’t worry about anything and just focus on running away. Because the ground is shaking.]

“What do you mean the ground is shaking?”

Lucion didn’t understand what that meant.

Ratta, who was running next to him, jumped and hung on to Lucion.

—Oh, here comes the corrupted darkness!

Saaaah.

In an instant, a strong wind blew.

‘It’s not the wind.’

Lucion saw the formless darkness floating in the air.

My body trembled like it did when I first accepted darkness.

‘That’s…ominous.’

Instinctively, the thought of erasing that darkness filled Lucion’s head.

Ttak!

Russell flicked his finger.

[Lucion, wake up! This is outside!]

At that moment, Lucion flinched.

I almost moved the darkness without realizing it.

—It’s okay, Lucion. Ratta will help you.

Russell looked at Ratta who looks as if nothing had happened.

[Ratta. Are you okay?]

—I don’t like that darkness, but Ratta’s fine.

Ratta smiled with a smile.

[Is it not affected because it’s a divine beast?]

Russell thought and soon opened his eyes wide.

I forgot one important fact.

The corrupt darkness that had spread in the air crawled into the ground.

[Be careful, the ghost will come back soon!]

As soon as Russell’s words ended, the ground rang loudly.

Thud!

Lucion staggered for a moment at the unknown vibration.

“Ugh…”

Hume suddenly groaned.

Corrupt darkness rose like a vine on his feet from the ground.

Before he knew it, black blood sprang upon his face.

Chwag.

Lucion opened the cape for an instant and wrapped Hume with it…

And without hesitation, he breathed his own darkness into the corrupt darkness.

[Lucion… you!]

Russell was surprised and hurried to look around.

Fortunately, no one saw Lucion.

[No one’s looking at you. I’ll stop you if there’s one.]

“I allow it.”

Lucion allowed Russell to use his darkness however he wished.

Then he called Ratta.

“Ratta.”

—Yes! Lucion, don’t worry about anything and do whatever you want. Ratta can handle the rest.

Chichig! 

As Lucion’s darkness permeated, he heard the sound of sparks coming from his body.

Swoosh.

The corrupt darkness whispered something.

But Lucion couldn’t understand what it was saying and didn’t want to know.

Pajikjik.

The corrupted darkness soon became a hard crystal and then crumbled.

“… I’m sorry. I didn’t expect my body to be vulnerable to darkness.”

Hume drew a deep breath and distorted his face.

[No. You’re not weak.]

Russell quickly eliminated the degenerate darkness reaching out to the surrounding area.

Hume wasn’t the only one who was obsessed with the corrupted darkness.

Each one of them vomited in agony and collapsed with foam in their mouth.

Boom!

Boom!

Drums seemed to be heard from somewhere.

[That degenerate warlock is just like a beggar.]

Russell breathed deeply.

Black water sprang from the ground as if to match the rhythm of the drum.

The black water formed a figure and gradually became human figures.

They all wore black clothes and covered their eyes with black cloth.

“Cough.”

They opened their mouths and emitted black smoke.

“That’s…”

Lucion bit his lips again as he was speaking.

Even if I didn’t want to see it, I could see the hole in their chest.

Even if I didn’t want to hear it, I heard their whisper to let them live.

[That is one of the magic, necromancy, that completely dominates the body of the dead. The original necromancy is different from that one.]

Russell looked at them with pity.

Lucion is also speechless.

I had no idea that the word domination would sound so terrifying.

Ttakttak.

The body moved its mouth.

They turned their heads reflexively toward those caught in the corrupted darkness.

[The corpse has no soul, so it’s hungry. If you see that it hasn’t moved yet, the reins haven’t been completely lifted…]

Before Russell could finish speaking, Hume hurriedly pulled Lucion away.

Boom boom!

“……?”

Lucion pierced through the dust with surprised eyes and saw the corrupted warlock standing in front of him.

It was horrendous to see the cuts all over the warlock’s body.

“Yo-… u…”

The corrupted warlock carefully stretched out his hand.

‘What?’

Kwaang!

The sound was heard once more.

—Hikkeug!

Surprised, Ratta hiccuped.

When the dust settled, Carson was seen.

He pulled out the sword that had pierced the warlock’s abdomen and stretched himself out.

“You have very good eyes.”

Carson looked at Hume.

[… Anyway, I wanted to tell you to rest because Carson is here, but it’s too late.]

Russell looked at the ghosts disappearing one by one.

Chak.

I heard many footsteps behind me.

“Sorry for being late!”

Lucion looked back at the familiar voice.

Cronia’s knights were breathing heavily with sweat.

“It’s okay.”

Carson said no more than that and looked at the knights.

However, Shen was nowhere to be seen.

The same was true of the knights who were assigned to watch him.

“Are you hurt, Lucion?”

‘No, he’s not dead yet.’

Lucion saw the unbroken blue thread.

The warlock, who they thought was dead, raised himself.

A corrupted darkness that drew a spiral like a drill was created.

“Brother!”

Lucion shouted.

Jaag!

At that time, the light spread out following a cheerful applause.

[Where did this damn light come from!]

Russell shouted.

The warlock collapsed and the blue thread broke.

“…Gasp.”

Lucion couldn’t breathe as if a car crashed into him.

[Lucion, are you all right?]

Looking at Lucion shaking his head very slightly, Russell turned his eyes to the side of the light.

It was definitely the power of light.

However, it was different from the light possessed by a priest or a paladin, so he did not notice it.

“You guys…!

Carson glared at the man as he supported Lucion, who staggered.

“What. Why are you staring at me so terribly?”

The man stopped as he approached.

But soon he smiled and was friendly to Carson.

“I saved your life. You know that, don’t you, Carson?”

‘Red thread.’

Lucion covered his mouth and saw a red thread connected to the man.

It seemed to be the man he saw at the market a while ago.

‘Why is it a red thread?’

Lucion couldn’t hide his anxiety.

“Carson, that guy’s face is so pale. Let’s see. I’ve seen a lot of these symptoms.”

The man stared nonchalantly at Lucion.

“Divine allergy!”

The man, who had been shouting vigorously, soon hurriedly stepped back and apologized to Lucion.

“I’m sorry, I really hope there’s no misunderstanding. I wouldn’t have used this power if I know you had a divine allergy!”

“Why are you here?”

Carson asked aggressively.

“Well, I’m going to be at the banquet, too.

“Did you come to the west on purpose?”

“It’s a personal matter… Oh, I’ll support you. You know that because I’m not a priest, I don’t even have that characteristic of having overflowing energy, right?”

The man reached for Lucion.

[‘He has the power of light, but he didn’t become a priest? It’s an unusual case.’]

Russell stared at the man.

He’s strangely familiar.

[‘…where did I see him?’]

“Go away.”

Carson waved away the man.

“… I’m fine. I’ll just take a break.”

Lucion barely spoke.

“Hume.”

Hume, who was holding a limp Ratta in his hand, hesitated by Lucion’s words and approached.

“I’ll be right there.”

Lucion pointed to a decent chair.

“Yeah, sit over there for a second. I’ll be right back.”

Carson walked toward the gate, handing Lucion over to Hume.

[Hume. Go slowly. Because Lucion’s darkness is shaking.]

“I don’t know how ‘slow’ you mean.”

Hume showed difficulty in stopping.

“Is this good enough?”

Hume walked carefully.

[That’s too slow. Ants must be faster than you.]

“Then how about this?”

Lucion confirmed his own darkness as Hume and Russell were walking and talking about something that wouldn’t even be funny.

‘There’s definitely a difference between being resistant to light and not being able to.’

Despite being hit by the same light, he gained strength to overcome the light, unlike last time.

“… Cough.”

On his way, Lucion wiped away the blood that was sticking out.

That does not mean that there is no effect.

It felt like his stomach was going to flip.

‘But I ate Ratcho. Can light tolerance be increased?’

Lucion put up with the pain, thinking about the resistance of light that would soon grow bigger than pain.

In a way, he could say he was lucky.

When else will I receive the power of light?

“I’ll get you some water.”

Hume sat down Lucion in the chair and immediately thought of water.

After a while, the shadows fell, and Lucion reached out his hand to catch the water.

“Well, …are you all right?”

Lucion raised his head up at the voice of an unknown man.

‘It’s really uncomfortable.’

Red thread.

I’ve never felt so uncomfortable knowing that.

“I’m all right.”

Lucion replied in a weak voice.

‘I’m gonna have to ask you for your name…’

The man hurriedly showed his hand.

“I have the power of light, but I’m different from the priests. So you can rest assured.”

[The priests are here.]

At Russell’s words, Lucion felt his back stand upright.

The darkness had only subsided, but the condition was still not good.

Lucion turned his head and looked at the group of priests in gray and black clothes.

“Don’t worry, I will talk to the priest well.”

The man said.

“Do you know brother Carson…?”

“… Well, first of all, we are friends.”

To Lucion’s question, the man answered as if it was difficult.

“Anyway, the introduction is late. I’m Heint Tria. If you have any problems with your body later…”

Lucion could not hear Heint’s words.

Red thread.

And the name Heint Tria.

‘This… crazy!’

Lucion couldn’t stop his distorted face.

The protagonist of the novel ‘The Grasp of Darkness‘ was in front of my eyes.