The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits

EP7. At the End of Darkness

The monsters continued to pour out. Ivercas gritted his teeth.

“Damn. Those damn warlocks….”

The black magicians had more power than anyone could imagine. There were several master-level ones, and there were also many high-expert ones. They were enough to destroy any small country.

And among those weak nations that could be destroyed was also Tirantus.

Ivercas opened his eyes wide.

“…Direwolf? Where did that come from?”

The direwolf was a monster that was somewhere between a demon and a monster. Although it was categorized as a monster, the purity of the black magic contained in its blood was unparalleled by any other monster. Just like a demon.

And it was that powerful and that hard to find. Iverkas clicked his tongue secretly.

The direwolves made a grunting sound and rushed towards Iverkas.

Iverkas grabbed the direwolf, opened its mouth, and shot a stream of flame into its throat.

The direwolf’s grumbling final words gave Iverkas a brief moment to catch his breath.

“…I don’t know where they came from, but they’re bringing in rare monsters and sending them to attack this place. Why on earth are the warlocks targeting this place?”

Iverkas looked at the corpses strewn around him. There were not only common monsters, but also many rare and powerful ones.

“…But the biggest problem is the warlocks.”

The black magic of the black magicians was difficult to deal with because people were not familiar with it. In such a situation, the enemy’s level was not low, so Tyrantus’s fate was almost imminent.

Personnel dispatched to other countries also tried to return to Tirantus, but in most cases, the countries they were dispatched to would not let them go, or it took a long time for them to depart and arrive.

It was a situation worse than when we faced the Titans in the past.

That is why Iverkas chose to call upon the warrior as a last resort.

I heard that he was stripped of everything he had enjoyed as a warrior because he was accused of colluding with the demons in the empire. It was even said that the fellow warriors he had met had a hand in it.

But Iverkas ordered Anne to summon the warrior. Why?

Clearly, the warrior was strong. I heard that he was a master-level strongman in many ways, unlike before when he was an expert-level strongman. He was probably stronger than Iverkas himself.

However, even so, it was only an individual’s power. His realm had reached the extreme of what humans or fairies could achieve, but he could not surpass the limits of humans or fairies.

Yet Iverkas expected the warrior’s help, even though it was unclear whether he would come to his aid.

This was because the memory of his miracle-working power and the image of him coming to save Tyrantus without any price came to mind while fighting the Titan together.

Ivercas looked at the monsters rushing in again.

“Spirit, you have been working hard to disturb us for so long, but it is over now.”

Several warlocks gathered around him. Iverkas bit his lip.

Just by the sound of it, I could tell that several master-level people were already there.

You can’t win. You can’t escape. You can’t survive.

It was a situation where hope was disappearing.

‘Damn, when on earth did we get surrounded like this?’

Iverkas frowned. He realized that all the fairies he had been fighting with had been hit. The warlocks had been clever enough to attack the fairies around him first, rather than targeting him directly.

Even in a desperate situation, Iverkas prepared to fight. He could not just sit back and do nothing.

The spells began to be completed in the hands of the black magicians. The moment these spells were directed at Iverkas’ body, his fate was virtually sealed.

Iverkas gritted his teeth and tried to shoot the flame.

At that moment, the spells in the warlocks’ hands began to fade.

No, to be exact, the black magic that made up the spell was scattered.

“what!?”

One of the warlocks shouted in a panicked voice.

“Fuck… this feeling… .”

The warlock who had fought the warrior also spoke in confusion. The warlock felt like he had already experienced it.

“Hmm… I came here because you asked for help, but it’s an even bigger mess than I thought.”

Ivercas opened his eyes wide and looked at the person who had come to help him.

“From now on, I will never use black magic again.”

It was different from the warrior he had seen before.

Hair that has turned white.

Red tinted irises.

However, those eyes were the same as the ones I had seen in the past,

Ivercas inadvertently felt relieved.

He, the former warrior, or rather, he who was still just a ‘warrior’ to Iverkas, threw a bone.

The bones are clothed in darkness and have armor.

The warlocks who saw the Death Knight chewed their lips and prepared their black magic, but their black magic failed every time.

“It seems like you tried to twist the spell a little bit, but the spell itself is weak and it’s so easy to break it. Why don’t you try harder?”

The warrior, Ainzel, taunted his enemies.

“How dare you…!”

The black magic formula kept breaking, breaking, and breaking.

And the death knight aimed his sword at the warlocks.

Death Knights are undead creatures created by the death of a famous knight, who retains all of their skills from their lifetime.

It was more like death itself rather than a death knight, as it kept running towards the warlock, fending off the monsters that were rushing towards it with just its sword.

A sword made of darkness was swung.

Blood spurted out wherever the darkness, shaped like a sword, passed, with a density that was believable even if it sucked up the flowing blood.

The warlocks tried to defend themselves somehow, but they were unable to do anything because all of their warlock magic was blocked.

‘Damn. I could handle it with just one Death Knight, but with the black magic blocked, I can’t do anything.’

Then, a large number of undeads came rushing towards Ainzel. It was the work of the black magic department, which mainly used necromancy. Unlike other magic, necromancy uses undead that were already written and completed, so it was possible to deal with it to some extent even in situations where the use of black magic was invalid.

The problem is, it was ‘to some extent’.

Ainzel knew all about the types of necromancy they used, and he knew deep down what kind of undead they were.

In a situation where they already knew how to deal with it, every time the Death Knight’s shadow moved, the undead’s necks would drop in an instant.

Even the Corpse Golem, which could be considered a superior undead, was nothing more than a lump of flesh before the sword wielded by the Death Knight.

“Shit!”

The warlocks hardened their faces, called out more monsters, and began to retreat.

“I won’t miss it!”

As Ainzel fired his magic arrows, the warlocks made the monsters take the hits instead and then disappeared.

“Damn, they’re such annoying guys.”

To Ainzel, the warlocks were now nothing more than a nuisance.

It was obvious what they were using, but it was even harder to lose if their level was lower than mine.

Ainzel started dealing with the monsters.

“…It’s been a while.”

Iverkas extended his hand to Ainzel.

Ainzel took his hand.

Iverkas. The superior spirit of fire. I can’t remember him well now, and it’s only vague, but his image still lingers in my mind.

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

Ivercas smiled with shining purple eyes.

“To be honest, I didn’t really know you would come. I heard something happened in the Empire. But thank you for coming.”

Ainzel nodded.

“…It’s nothing.”

…

“what…?”

Lena frowned and said.

“…The warlocks have begun to run wild in Tyrentus. Tyrentus is in a critical state as the dispatched troops have not yet returned. Please come to Tyrentus as soon as possible.”

Lena’s face hardened.

“Warlocks are running wild in Tyrantus? Damn… They’re like the ones that used to run wild in the Empire.”

Although Peria had destroyed the warlocks running rampant in the empire in one fell swoop, she was only a low-level player and had no knowledge of the leadership or their goals.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have destroyed those warlocks a long time ago….”

Lena’s fighting power was ridiculous even if all the black magicians gathered together. She could just shoot them before they could use their black magic. However, things were different for Tyrantus without her.

Lena started to hurry towards Tyrantus.