Chapter 70

Violet Magic Tower, Laboratory 1.

“It has begun.”

Sharle murmured as she focused her mana.

In front of her eyes, various figures were shimmering, converted from the mana coming from the Floor of Training.

The laboratory was originally a place created to assist the Head’s seclusion.

It was only natural that there was monitoring magic to check the Head’s condition.

‘But seeing it directly has become impossible.’

It was the effect of Celot ordering the connection between the Floor of Training and each laboratory to be cut.

Fortunately, she could use the accumulated data to check the figures with just the mana’s wavelength.

Through her long role as an analyst, she could roughly grasp what kind of magic was being used just by looking at the figures.

‘How on earth did a monster like you appear?’

Sharle bit her lip as she analyzed the rapidly changing figures.

The Head’s mana, indiscriminately fired while synchronized with the Magic Tower, and Killian’s sword strikes cutting through that mana.

And Celot, who was steadily preparing the sealing formula.

Though she couldn’t see it, the figures alone painted a picture of the battle they were fighting.

“Lord Killian, no, Eurasia’s Annihilation Squad Leader, seems to have stabilized the 7th star.”

Pete, who was beside her, said.

“Yes. If he can withstand the Head’s mana to this extent, he’s definitely not a novice.”

“How at such a young age……”

“It’s not simply a matter of age. The first time I saw him, he was definitely a 6th star.”

“…….”

“But when I saw him again, he had become a 7th star.”

A few months later, he had stabilized the 7th star and was facing the Head who had fallen into Oblivio.

‘Even if the Head of Eurasia taught him the sword himself, this growth rate is impossible. Without a Bigo, from a fallen family, how on earth…….’

It was a question that couldn’t be answered now, but one that had to be solved someday.

While she was lost in her own thoughts for a moment, the Head’s mana level rose rapidly.

It meant he was using 7-star magic.

And not long after.

“Hell Space?”

Sharle’s face contorted at the expected magic.

It was a dangerous magic to use in a sealed space like this.

If the Head’s Hell Space, synchronized with the Magic Tower, was activated, it wouldn't be easy for Killian to endure even if he used his previous Carpe Illusion.

After all, the Magic Tower’s mana was nearly infinite.

Then, Celot’s mana level, which had been fluctuating slightly, began to rise steeply.

It was enough to surpass the Head, who had activated Hell Space, by more than twice.

“‘Ice Age’ and ‘Absolute Time’.”

A smile formed on Sharle’s lips.

It was because the Head’s mana level simultaneously began to converge rapidly to zero.

The sealing formula unleashed by Celot, who had made a name for himself across the continent as ‘Ten Thousand Ices,’ with all his might. It was the family’s secret technique that could not be broken unless even an 8-star magic was fully manifested.

‘Fortunately, there was no need to use the pendant.’

She recalled the item she had given to Killian.

Persuading the sentient Magic Tower was not an easy task.

In her rush to modify the pendant, she had to deceive it by claiming he was her partner.

Once authenticated, it would be difficult to undo for at least a few years.

Although she had prepared it just in case, finishing without using it was the cleanest method.

‘Now the problem is persuading them to let him enter the Bigo.’

It was when she was weighing the feasibility of the condition Killian had set.

“Look, look over there!”

At Pete’s shout, Sharle’s face, which had been checking the figures, stiffened.

Hegel’s mana, which had been converging to zero, was amplifying.

‘The sealing formula should have succeeded!?’

In a moment, the Head’s mana level surpassed Celot’s, who had deployed the sealing formula.

“Lady, this figure is……”

“…….”

At Pete’s trembling voice, Sharle nodded her head.

“It’s…… 8-star magic.”

The Head’s mana level was not fluctuating unstably but remained steady

. It was the first time this had happened in the several years of experimenting with no small number of 8-star spells.

“The Head has reached the 8th star.”

At Sharle’s words, the mages in the laboratory began to murmur.

Even though it was a moment to rejoice as members of the family, no one could easily smile.

It was because there had never been a reported case of a mage who had fallen into Oblivio and was rampaging suddenly regaining their senses.

As expected, Celot’s mana level began to decrease rapidly.

‘At this rate, my uncle and Lord Killian are in danger.’

She had to get them out somehow.

“Communicate with brother Arles. Immediately cut off all the mana flowing into the Magic Tower……”

Before Sharle could finish her sentence.

Killian’s mana, which had been shrinking in the face of the Head’s overwhelming figure, began to fluctuate.

“Don’t tell me……”

“Lord Killian’s mana is rising to the level of a 7-star master!”

Someone shouted.

“…….”

Sharle realized that Killian had used her pendant.

***

A vast amount of mana flowed in.

From the ground, from the walls, from the ceiling.

Mana flowing out from all the materials that made up the Magic Tower was seeping into Killian’s body.

‘You said you modified it in a hurry, so is this how you deceived the Magic Tower?’

That was not the important thing.

Killian grimaced at the sudden pain.

‘The mana… it keeps flowing in?’

The Magic Tower draws, generates, and circulates a near-infinite amount of mana.

In this state, three minutes. If he maintained the synchronized state for longer than that, a reflux would occur.

‘You shouldn't have given it to me if it wasn't a perfectly modified item.’

He let out a hollow laugh and raised Aether.

Mana mixed with blue and violet shimmered.

Tzzzzzz.

The released mana seeped into the wavering Carpe Illusion.

The distinct cracks on the three spheres were quickly repaired.

“You……”

“Three minutes.”

“…….”

“We have to solve it within that time.”

Unlike Hegel or Celot, Killian was not formally synchronized with the Magic Tower.

He was merely borrowing mana temporarily, shouldering the risk of a rampage.

Celot also seemed to be aware of the situation.

“What should I do?”

“To subdue him, we need to close the distance.”

Carpe Illusion was doing its utmost to block a single 8-star magic, Solaris.

This was because even with the Magic Tower’s support, the level of mana Killian was currently emitting was still at the 7th star.

“I will reach the Head and directly induce a reflux.”

“……Understood.”

Celot did not ask any further questions.

He had planned to minimize the damage to the Head, but in the end, it had failed.

Now was the time to fight for survival

‘The Lord said subdue.’

It meant that even in a situation like this, he was prioritizing the Head’s safety as much as possible.

“Move.”

Celot activated the magic stored in his staff.

1-star magic.

Ice Missile.

It was a basic magic, but he condensed the mana to give it the power of a 6-star spell.

He judged that it was better to assist in this way than with a complex formula now.

Sreureuk. Sreuk.

Dozens of spells were embroidered in the cavern.

At the same time.

1-star magic.

Fire Arrow.

Hwareureuk. Hwareuk.

Hegel instinctively unleashed a corresponding magic.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred spells collided and vanished.

Celot activated a new magic in response to the Fire Arrows that flew through the Ice Missiles.

2-star magic.

Ice Spear.

Then Hegel responded in the same way again.

2-star magic. Fire Javelin.

Kiiii.

Kwaruru.

Celot used increasingly higher-level magic, but.

4-star magic.

Ice Wall.

Hegel responded with magic of the same rank.

4-star magic.

Fire Wall.

Jjeojeojeok.

Hwareureuk.

5-star magic.

Cold Dust.

5-star magic

. Inferno.

Kwaaaaa.

Hwareureureu.

6-star magic.

Ice Wave.

6-star magic.

Fire Wave.

Chiiiiiik.

7-star magic.

Cold Breath.

7-star magic.

Hell Breath.

Kwadeudeudeudeu.

Hwareureureureu.

The spells Celot unleashed were powerless and evaporated in vain.

This was because the difference in the mana imbued in the magic had greatly widened as Hegel reached the 8th star.

‘Is this the realm of the 8th star?’

Celot swallowed dryly and focused his mind.

The flames that had evaporated all the magic were suffocating him.

It was a pressure he had never felt since mastering the 7th star.

“Let’s see you take this one too!”

Thump.

Celot, who had shouted, struck the floor with his staff.

7-star magic. Blizzard.

A snowstorm began to rage in the area.

7-star magic. Ice Age.

Double casting. Two 7-star spells were used at a timing that could be considered simultaneous.

Nevertheless.

7-star magic.

Hell Space.

Chiiiiiiii.

The lava zone formed by Hegel’s mana evaporated the blizzard and ice all too easily.

Celot let out a groan as he watched the magic that had been dispelled in the blink of an eye.

‘You’ve become a complete monster, brother.’

The difference between the 8th and 7th stars.

No matter how much he borrowed the Magic Tower’s mana, whatever magic he used could only be a lower-tier version.

Even though Hegel, who had fallen into Oblivio, was manipulating mana solely by instinct.

‘I can never win one-on-one.’

But Celot was not alone.

In the brief moment he drew the Head’s attention with all sorts of magic.

Killian, who had concealed his presence and moved, had approached close to Hegel.

Bang!

It was the mana enveloping Hegel’s body that reacted to the surprise attack.

Killian relentlessly pressed forward, cutting through the violet mana that pursued him.

Chiiiiiik.

Celot’s mana, imbued with cold, did its best to lower the temperature of Hell Space.

7-star magic. Chain Fire.

Chwareureureureuk.

The blazing chains scattered here and there to bind Killian and Celot.

“……!!”

Celot, who had dodged with warp magic, let out a groan at the burning pain.

His leg, grazed by the chain, wouldn't move.

‘Lord Killian is…….’

Celot saw Killian closing the distance, fending off the chains.

When Hegel extended his staff towards him, the space right in front of Killian wavered.

‘Don’t tell me…….’

8-star sun magic. Solaris.

Killian’s sword, thrust towards Hegel’s chest.

Kwaaaaa.

A high-heat mana ball deflected it.

“Ptui.”

Killian, pushed back, spat out bloody phlegm and tightened his grip on his sword.

If it weren't for the doubly layered Mana Skin and Sword Membrane, one of his limbs would have melted off.

The ground was boiling like lava.

The chains roamed around, preventing him from closing the distance.

The two energy balls were no less than small suns.

“As expected, I can’t even reach him at this level.”

His Mana Heart throbbed as if it would shatter at any moment.

‘Less than a minute left.’

There was no time to hesitate.

Eurasia Style, Meteor Flash.

His sword struck down the chains blazing with violet flames.

Eurasia Style, Explosive Flash.

He deflected the trajectory of the 8-star magic that was aimed at his head.

Just from being exposed to the heat, the Sword Membrane shattered and regenerated repeatedly.

‘I need a new sword.’

A new sword, sharp and powerful enough to shock Hegel, one that could cut through 8-star magic.

‘…….’

It wasn’t that a sword didn't come to mind.

‘If I fail, we’ll all die.’

In the distance, he could see Celot squeezing out his last ounce of strength.

Less than 40 seconds remained.

The mana of Carpe Illusion began to soar.

Sssss. Ss. Ssssss.

The three spheres that had been controlling Solaris arranged themselves side by side.

They had transformed into the optimal shape for absorbing mana.

Carpe Illusion.

“Total Lunar Eclipse.”

Hell Space, Chain Fire.

The two spells were sucked into Carpe as if absorbed.

All that remained were the two Solaris spheres blocking Killian’s path.

It was the moment Hegel’s staff tilted towards Killian.

“Cold Break!!”

“……!!”

Hegel’s body flinched at Celot’s magic.

It was a fleeting moment.

Just as Celot, his strength spent, collapsed to his knees from exhaustion, and Hegel’s staff belatedly began to tilt towards Killian.

“Diana’s sun was not of this caliber.”

The blue mana that blossomed from the tip of Aether’s sword soared endlessly.

The Sword Membrane created by the scabbard protected him like a shield.

The violet mana of the Magic Tower strengthened his body.

The two fired Solaris spheres emitted high heat, but Killian did not retreat despite the pain of his limbs burning.

Without letting go of his sword, he opened his mana-enhanced eyes and faced the two shrunken suns.

The blood that flowed from his torn eyebrow dyed his vision red.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl.

In the slowed timeline.

“…….”

As if exhaling a single breath.

Eurasia Style.

He thrust his sword.

“Black Flash.”

His red vision turned dark.

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