Chapter 180 – For the Unknown (11)

Of course, the other side would also desperately attack, aiming for the current gap.

“There will be barriers everywhere, so don’t move. Instead, make a single attack that is as large as possible in front of you.”

Most won’t even work.

In just a few steps, the long battle will be over.

Both Iona and I could face the end while still alive.

That’s enough.

While thinking such sentimental thoughts for a while. Iona scattered her vast amounts of mana around her.

As if she was serious when she said that she would not spare her magic power, she gathered the blood from the area and sent it out in the form of her huge fist.

Hee hee!”

Since he was biting my neck, his pronunciation was a bit muffled… I could still hear what he was saying.

Iona Punch. Last time, that was a kick…

Regardless of what I am dumbfounded by, Iona Punch radiates bloody momentum and flies away.

It looked like it was going to break anything that stood in its way, but a large hole was suddenly pierced in the center.

Enemy!

Huge bite marks that could swallow an entire house. Was the turbid Archbishop of the Confederacy also aiming for a shot at conversion?

But… The size of Iona’s punch was much larger than the hole that had been drilled, so in the end it was a meaningless struggle.

A wall of blood with an enormous mass that is unavoidable for a turbid, unified follower who lacks mobility.

Although the magic Iona has used so far has been powerful, she hasn’t been as big as when I saw her from afar.

Have you been preparing for this all along?

At this rate, did she just want to die? The barriers planted to restrict our movements have disappeared. Instead, it was focused on the Archbishop of the Cloudy Unity.

Taking advantage of that gap, Iona widened the distance with Blink. At first, I was worried about whether it was really okay because I was half-conscious, but he fights well even while vampiric.

The problem was that it didn’t end here.

Right after our teleportation ends. Ayla’s demonic eyes were fired all at once, aiming for a moment of defenselessness.

The timing is too tight for a perfect response.

“It can’t be helped! Prepare your mind, Yandel students!”

“That’s what they usually say right before they die?!”

Iona giggles at my objection and throws herself at the most harmless-looking eye light.

And the world has changed.

In the aftermath of the battle, the ground, which had been dented, had become a black sea like tar, and the sky was shattered, with meteorites falling through the cracks.

The smell of filth passing through my nose and the feeling of something crawling on my forearm.

It must have been a hallucinatory magic eye.

Hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations…

Lies are overlaid on reality. A situation where you can’t properly judge what is real and what is fake.

I may have weakened due to the aftereffects, but it would be more correct to say that Ayla’s demonic eye is that strong.

“Uh… Professor Iona, are you okay? I think I was hallucinating.”

“Eww? I’m sorry.”

I really don’t know what this is. But it wasn’t a negative tone, so it’s okay.

Are you saying that I can only hold on here without losing my mind?

I wanted to drink one more mind defense potion, but I am suffering from the aftereffects of throwing away various drugs like a cocktail in my stomach.

I don’t know if it’s a regenerative type like a recovery potion, but if you drink a strengthening potion, you’ll go straight to the goal.

So just hang on with it.

Okay. It feels like I’m in a different world alone, but that’s not the first time I’ve experienced it.

More than anything, there is something that remains clear even in the midst of this.

The touch of Iona on the nape of my neck and the pleasure of vampirism spreading like poison.

Concentrate all your senses here and don’t even look at anything else.

No matter how terrifying sights and pains you go through, you can bear with it.

Well, there were times when the nape of her neck felt light for a while, as if she had finished vampirizing… Then she hugged Iona tightly and slammed her face into her soft cushion, and she calmed down quickly.

It wasn’t until after she had been vampirized three or four times that Ayla’s hallucination was lifted.

When she opened her eyes, the remaining archbishops were all dead in the meantime.

“… What. Have you already defeated them in the meantime?”

“Ahem ahem. If the number of archbishops is reduced this much, somehow it can be done without the help of Yandel students!”

“Hey. It’s natural to suck my blood, so there’s no need to be thankful, right?”

“Oh… Thanks to Yandel students, we were able to win smoothly! Is this enough?”

“Hmmmm. It’s good.”

I bow down and bow, but good is good anyway.

Me and Iona grow up at the same time regardless of you.

On the outside, she appears to be exchanging light conversations ahead of her victory, but even in the midst of this, her eyes are fixed on Ayla.

Now that she is left alone, Isla is still a powerful cardinal.

If she relaxes, it is certain that she will be beaten back in an instant. She has no choice but to do her best until the end.

For that reason, Ayla was wary of watching her condition.

“Nope… This is weird… Do I lose? You’re a bad sister! If only she had no sister! I hope so! Even when I was crushed by that old man and begged miserably! I wouldn’t have killed the prince with my own hands! Why! I’m not bad! You are the victim! But why… !”

She was shaking her head and denying reality.

But what about the content… Yes, it consists of an extremely narrow-minded view.

Since I know the approximate situation of the two, I can guess why it is like that.

Isla thinks she sincerely thinks she’s made herself unhappy because of Iona.

Iona escaped, so she herself was kidnapped and became her pacifier, and as Iona couldn’t find herself, she had to crawl in her cellar for over ten years, and even her prince, who saved her, she was Iona. Stolen by

A normal life, happiness as a woman, and a ray of hope that came down from the gutter.

They thought that everything was stolen by Iona.

The twist of her own life, her own fault, and the fact that she was in danger of dying like this, she will blame it all on her Iona.

Because to Ayla, Iona is the source of all evil.

… However, now, it is not even known whether the remark is Ayla’s true intention.

The more you use the power of the evil god, the more it stimulates the followers’ emotions and drives them in the direction they want.

In this way, believers will be able to receive more and more powerful powers, and evil gods will be able to create vessels worthy of becoming their own apostles.

In the past, Ayla might have liked Iona quite a bit.

Whatever the case may be, Iona may have cared for Ayla as well.

Perhaps… There may have been a slightly different ending.

But it was too late. Because neither of them seems to have any intention of stopping.

All that remains is until one side is broken by colliding with each other…

“… Uh?”

It was also a while to raise the tension at the thought that the decisive battle would begin soon.

Ayla’s irises, which had been glaring at us with countless pupils, began to turn green all at once.

“That! That awakening pattern! Professor! I have to do something now! Hit anything big and hit it hard!”

The word awakening is a kind of self-destruction.

It’s a skill that can only be used by cardinals, sacrificing oneself… Instead of losing both human form and intelligence, it was set up to become a terminal of evil spirits.

That’s not the level of an apostle, but about the middle level between a cardinal and an apostle?

Whether you win or lose, you’re sure to lose yourself. Even cultists don’t use it very often, so I thought I’d use it here.

Of course, the answer is simple. Something to kill before completely transforming.

Iona’s magic, which is particularly destructive, should have enough damage.

For that reason, I hurriedly tapped Iona’s forearm, but for some reason, Iona just stood there blankly.

“Professor? Professor Iona?! Is this how we all die together?!”

Not only the original eyes on her face, but even the eyeballs that sprouted in the shape of her arms were dyed dark green for a long time.

Now, as she lingered around her shoulders, her eyes climbed up and began to encroach on Ayla’s body.

At this rate, it would end up becoming something like a gigantic monster with only pupils.

If you go that far, even the shining lion dagger won’t work. Of course, I don’t know if I can win even if reinforcements come.

It would be impossible to deal with the chairman half-tied to the academy, or even an elite subjugation army from all over the continent.

It will self-destruct over time, but… The question is how much damage there will be in the meantime.

There was a time when a country perished when I retreated because I thought I couldn’t win in H&A.

“Aagh! Come to your senses, Professor Iona! Could it be that I was hallucinating without knowing?!”

I tried to hit Iona on the cheek in her frustration.

Widely.

“Stop stop! I’m sane, so don’t rush me too much!”

“No, you’re sane watching that? I don’t intend to commit suicide with the professor?!”

“Eh! Because it’s not like that. Look over there, Yandel student.”

Iona stretched out her hand and pointed to the place she had been staring at blankly for a while.

“… Eh?”

Six wizards floating behind Ayla, who knows since when?

Wearing a robe and a mask, he gave off a dubious sense of intimidation… What a familiar look.

“Ah.”