Chapter 304 – Secret Fiona (5)

“No, but this bastard.”

What flowed out of Yandel’s throat, which had kept her mouth shut until now, was a growl like scraping metal.

Her vertically slit purple eyes glistened with blood, and ferocious demonic spirits overflowed from her whole body.

Dragon Fear.

The power of the Transcendental Species, which disappeared 300 years ago and is now known, is reproduced here.

It was an intangible force that did not mix with a single magical force, but that violent storm was pushing away the energy of the evil spirit, which even the sword master and the saint could not fully block.

It must be a scheduled procedure for everyone in this place to hold their breath and look at Yandel.

“I heard you, you shady worm. Then I will give you a warning from my side as well.”

A tone that seemed to chew and spit out every single word. Yandel’s peer, which was already overbearing, becomes even more intense.

It goes beyond simply blocking the seething energy of calm, to the point of completely pushing it away and making others tremble in fear.

If there were exceptions, it was only the women of Yandel who unconsciously escaped life, and even Havel, the sword master, broke into a cold sweat.

Although this is in a different direction, it is possible because the mental contamination of the evil god and the principle of action of dragon fear are the same, and the spiritual power of the boiling silence is volatilizing…

In the eyes of others, it seemed that Yandel had simply overpowered the seething silence.

“A madman who calls himself a god. Abominable monsters who have lost their homes, their names, and their purpose and just wander in the void. This is your end.”

“The turbid union will regurgitate everything it has swallowed and will be torn to shreds, and the ugly prosperity will rot with its ugly bare face and become a handful of dirt.”

“The narrow-minded usurpation scratches the air without holding anything in its hands, and its head is broken, and the reckless roar of anger scatters in vain without leaving even an echo.”

“The crooked leisure will crumple itself and leave no trace of its existence in the world, and the lofty reign will pierce its stiff head into the ground.”

“And a seething silence. You will not be able to go out in the dark for the rest of your life and will disappear without anyone noticing.”

A declaration full of conviction, not simply surrendering to anger and spewing it out randomly.

Rather than a warning, wouldn’t it be more like a prophecy from someone who saw the future?

“I will make it.”

Or a confidence close to madness.

For the first time, the seething stillness that had roared incessantly from the strange heat fell silent.

However, as if Yandel wasn’t satisfied with that alone, he began to raise his mana.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A loud sound like the beating of a drum reverberates throughout the audience room.

The sound of Yandel’s heart beating, his core working, resonating with all the mana around him, bringing them together.

In front of the crowd staring blankly at him, Yandel stretched out his index finger. Just like the seething silence of a moment ago.

“This is all nonsense. Go back to the shade from which you came.”

And the unilateral sentence that followed. Even chanting is omitted, and arrogant magic, which replaces the insufficient part with enormous mana, is manifested at Yandel’s fingertips.

“Incinerate.”

Fire.

The body of the seething silence catches fire. But it turns off after a while.

It is said to be rapidly dispersing, but it is because the mana that could not overcome the density of condensed divine power to create an apostle was scattered.

The boiling silence at this raised the corners of his mouth that had been stiff.

[No use. I don’t think you grown up can do anything about me…]

“Incinerate. Incinerate. Incinerate. Incinerate. Incinerate.”

At Yandel’s words that followed, she returned the corner of her mouth back to its original position.

Hwareuk. Fire. Roaring.

The heat that was forcibly completed at the cost of enormous mana dissipates. It brings back the scattered mana and forcibly creates magic.

It is a limited story in this small space, but the constantly circulating mana gives Yandel a limited infinity.

The mages, who had been holding their breath, burst into admiration in the midst of the intimidation.

That’s because Yandel’s skills were astonishing.

The fire in the boiling water burns and then goes out. But before the heat is completely gone, a new fire is ignited.

In this way, the flames overlap and overlap, gradually increasing their density.

… To the extent that it surpasses the divine power of the raging stillness.

Divine power and mana do not mix or repel. Therefore, if sufficient conditions are met, it becomes possible to interfere with each other.

Yandel actually did it a few times.

However, what would happen if magic other than mana itself started interfering with divine power?

Even if it is the original source of divine power and much denser divine power, what will happen if it goes beyond that density?

The answer was right in front of you.

Fire.

The stale water that makes up the body of the seething silence burns. It started to burn the divine power itself.

Originally, it was impossible even for a high-ranking wizard. It’s not just a matter of firepower, it’s because it requires absolute control over mana.

That’s why the archmage is called the minimum condition to defeat the evil spirit and its apostles.

At least the archmage had to be able to completely control mana.

However, Yandel did it while still remaining as a middle-ranking wizard. It’s nonsense, but he did it.

This is also because the dragon’s blood, which is said to naturally reach the level of a great wizard as it grows, resides in Yandel’s irrational potential.

It is also thanks to the assistance of the system that Fafnir, the last and strongest dragon, made by melting everything of himself.

This is because berserk, which is the original side effect of tolerance, is raising Yandel’s ability beyond the limit.

Of course, a line of blood flowed from Yandel’s nose and mouth, which had become stronger through tolerance.

However, to Yandel, that fact was irrelevant. The important thing was to reduce the evil god in front of me to ashes.

“Incinerate. Incinerate. Incinerate. Incinerate.”

The speed at which divine power dissipates due to mechanically cast magic began to accelerate.

The seething silence, which had lost most of its remaining divine power, looked at Yandel like that and said.

[Beware of things wriggling in the dark. The night will no longer be your resting place.]

To put it simply, it is a notice of killing that will send assassins from now on.

Only then did Yandel stop the spree of magic, and he raised one corner of his mouth and smiled with his signature mischievous smile.

“Fuck you.”

Hwareuk.

At the same time, the remaining flame burns up even the last bits of dirty water, completely erasing it from the world.

All that remained was the air heated by Yandel’s magic, and even though the seething silence had disappeared, there was a fear that did not disappear.

Even though the target to be angry has disappeared, the anger that still burns fiercely as if it will burn the world, and the murderous life that covers and oppresses the surroundings.

It was a situation where no one could easily move due to the added berserk as the anger and tolerance that got out of control were prolonged…

Only one person Only Karla, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, stood in front of Yandel.

No matter how much peers say they avoid their women, there is nothing they can do when they stand in front like this.

Karla flinched for a moment at Yandel’s sincere life, seeing it for the first time in her life, but she soon took a step forward with a determined expression of her own.

So one step. Another step. Karla, who had gotten close to her in an instant, hugged Yandel as it was.

Prison.

Karla’s soft body now covers Yandel’s body, which was about to burn itself.

Then, she carefully covered Yandel’s face with her hands.

“Master.”

“…”

Yandel flinched at the moment, but he was still angry at the opponent who was not here.

So Karla grabbed her Yandel’s head and turned it towards herself. Wishing he only looked at himself and no one else.

“Calm down, Master.”

“… Car, Lela?”

The effect was good. Yandel’s focus, which had been gradually blurring, became clearer in an instant and turned to Carla.

In response, Carla smiled at her bashfully and nodded her head.

“That’s right. This is my master’s Carla.”

“I am…”

“Shhh.”

Carla puts her own finger to the lips of her yandel trying to say something to her.

“Are you okay. You don’t have to say anything. Instead, I will give you a little taste of her.”

Then, without giving Yandel a chance to turn his head, he raised his toes.

Side.

Yandel’s eyes widened, but soon they softened.

Because I realized too late what Karla meant by tasting her.

Carla, who asked to go back now that everything was over. What awaits after that must be a sweet time like now.

The change was instantaneous.

A long kiss that doesn’t end with just one kiss.

Their tongues mixed in front of countless people, and each time their breath became one, Yandel’s spirit softened noticeably.

The burning anger has cooled to lukewarm, and the sharp life is cut into rounds.

According to such a change of mind, changes naturally occur in Yandel’s body.

The sharp horns grew smaller and smaller, and returned to the inside of the forehead.

The pupils that were split vertically, which is typical of reptiles, regained their original round shape.

The people around her were looking at her like a hero who had calmed her dragon before it went mad and went on a rampage…

As if it didn’t matter to Carla, as soon as her kiss was over, she licked her lips again and curled the corners of her eyes.

“I will go back next time.”

“… Huh.”

After answering this, Yandel turned toward the entrance to her throne room, and with a gasp, the densely packed reinforcements split on both sides to make a path.

Yandel tilted her head, but soon said that good is good and left the audience room with her party.

A knight who came to his senses belatedly asked in a stupid voice.

“Uh, um. Then who reports to His Majesty?”

“… I’ll do it, you guys, get organized here.”

A sigh escaped from Havel’s mouth, who had suddenly taken over all her cleanup.