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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 124

Chapter 124

“Kuh…?”⁠‍

Fernan‍‌⁠ was startled by​‍ the force of⁠​ gravity violently dragging‌​⁠ him down.

‘Damn‍‌ it… and just‍​‍ when Aint isn’t⁠⁠‍ here…!’

Had​‍ he known, he​ would’ve insisted on⁠⁠ bringing Aint. Stopping‌ the southern demons​‍ was important, but‌​ preserving his own​​‍ life was even⁠​⁠ more so.

“What​​‌ a terrible miasma…!”‌

“What’s⁠‌​ down there?”

The‌‌ knights shouted. A stench of demonic‍⁠ energy could be⁠​ felt rising from​‌ below.

“Straighten‍ your bodies and‌ protect yourselves with‌‍ aura! Cling to⁠‌‌ the walls to​​ cushion the fall!”‍

The‌‌ force, almost opposite‍⁠ to the flow​​ of mana, interfered‍ with the aura’s⁠ circulation and slowed​⁠ their movements.

They‍‌ struggled to stick‌ to the walls,⁠ but it was⁠​ no easy task.‍​ The fall continued.‌

‘How⁠ deep is this?’‌

It⁠⁠ was impossible to⁠⁠‌ estimate by sight.​​​ No matter how‌⁠ powerful the White​‌‌ Lions were, an​‍‍ impact from this​‍⁠ height would be‌​‍ devastating.

Fernan⁠⁠ forced himself to⁠‌​ keep his body⁠⁠⁠ straight and began​​ reciting a spell.‌⁠‌

But⁠ the viscous miasma‌‍ delayed the activation‌ of the magic.⁠⁠

Crash—‍‍

The​​ knights crashed to‌ the ground. Right​ after, a swift‌⁠ shadow caught Fernan,‍ the last to⁠​‌ fall, and rolled‍ with him across​⁠ the floor, softening​⁠ the impact.

“Are​​​ you okay?”

It​​​ was Luina.

“…What‍​ are you doing?”⁠‍

Fernan,‌​ surprised to find‌⁠ himself in her‍‌⁠ arms like a princess, asked in​‍⁠ displeasure.

“You’re‍‌⁠ physically weaker than‌⁠⁠ us.”

“I⁠‍ could’ve protected myself⁠‍⁠ with magic.”

“If​‍‌ even aura is‌ affected by this​ miasma, magic is⁠​ even worse, don’t​⁠ you think?”

Besides,‍​‍ even with constantly‌ activated artifacts, the⁠‌⁠ delay in magic‍‍ had been real;⁠‌​ he was seconds‌⁠ away from smashing​⁠ into the ground.​‍‌ He had no⁠‍ rebuttal.

“…Put‍ me down already.”‍​

“How‍ are you feeling?”‍‍‌

“I’m⁠‍ fine. The only‌‍‍ annoying thing is​​ the stares from‍‍‍ the White Lions.”​‍‍

The​‌⁠ knights, who had‍ already absorbed the‌‍ impact, were curiously⁠⁠ watching Fernan in⁠‌ Luina’s arms.

“Ah…‍ ahem, don’t misunderstand.​​ It was just‍⁠ to lessen the‌⁠​ damage…”

“I⁠‍ get it. Put​​ me down.”

Luina‌‌ quickly set him⁠‍‌ down. Fernan immediately‌‍ looked around and‌ understood.

“This‍ entire underground is⁠‍ contaminated with miasma.”⁠

The‌ source was the​⁠ corrupted earth itself.⁠​‌

And‍ then he saw⁠ it.

“…Damn​ it.”

Eyes‌⁠‍ glowing in the‍ darkness.

Countless​​‌ demons. The miasma‍ they carried mixed‍​ with that of⁠ the land itself.‍⁠⁠

‘How‌ many are there…?’‍​‍

The​ murderous pressure and⁠‍‍ demonic energy made‍​ his skin crawl.‌‌‌ It was impossible⁠ to count how​‍ many filled that‍‌‌ vast cavern.

Could‍⁠‌ even the White⁠​ Lions handle something⁠‍ like this? The‍​‍ doubt was inevitable.⁠⁠

‘They’re​ concentrating on the‌⁠‌ right side.’

They​ had fallen into⁠​‍ the center of‍ the cavern, and⁠​‌ while there were‍ demons everywhere, that​ sector had more,⁠‌‍ along with even‍⁠ thicker miasma.

‘Is‌ something there?’

Maybe​ it was just​​​ an impression, but‍‍⁠ the demons’ formation​‍ looked like that⁠​‍ of guardians protecting⁠ something.

At‌​ that moment, the⁠ White Lions unleashed‍ their killing intent.‍⁠

“To‌ think they dared‌‍ to take root⁠ in Bercheff lands…?”‌​⁠

“Heartless‍‌ beings who don’t​‍‌ know their place.”‌​⁠

The⁠‌ captain raised his​ sword, and the​​‍ others followed.

It⁠‌‍ mattered little how​​‌ many there were‌‍‌ or how dense‍ the miasma.

If‍⁠ enemies stood before​ Bercheff, they would⁠‍ be exterminated. That‌ was the honor‍ and loyalty of‌ Bercheff’s knights.

They​‍‍ were ready to​​⁠ give their lives​⁠​ for Bercheff without‌ hesitation.

“Lord​ Fernan, you’re now‌ part of the⁠ patrol. We ask‍‍ for magical support.”​

“The⁠​​ situation is too‍​‌ unfavorable. Shouldn’t we⁠‌ retreat?”

“If‌ we let them‌ go, they’ll advance⁠ toward Bercheff. How​​ could a knight​​‌ turn his back​ on an enemy‍‍​ before him?”

“But…”⁠​‍

Fernan‌‍⁠ was about to​‌‍ insist when he‌‌‍ saw the horses’⁠‍‌ corpses among the​‌⁠ debris. He stopped.​​‌

Flee?‍​ How?

Even‌‌ though they weren’t⁠‌​ in the Demon‌​‍ Kingdom yet, they‌‌​ had ridden for​‍ nearly a full‍⁠‍ day.

Could‌⁠‍ they really escape​‍⁠ that distance on​‌ foot, without horses,​ while being chased‍​ by demons?

Impossible,‍​ even for elite​‌ knights.

The‌ aura might let⁠‍​ them run faster⁠⁠⁠ than horses for​ a while, sure,​ but they’d burn‍ out fast. And‌‌‌ no one knew‍ the real speed⁠ of those creatures.​‍

“…Alright.”‌

At⁠​ that moment—

Screeech!‌‌‌

Roooar!⁠⁠

The​ demons, who had⁠ seemed restrained until‌​‍ now, could no‍​⁠ longer contain themselves​‌ and unleashed their‍‌‌ bloodlust.

“Everyone,⁠ formation!”

“Yes!”‌​

The‍‌⁠ knights formed a circle around Fernan,‍‍​ who also drew‍‌‌ his staff.

“We’ll‌ break through one‌ side and fight​ with our backs‍​‌ to the wall.”‌

They‍ were in the⁠‍‌ center of a huge cavern, surrounded‍‍ by thousands of​‌‌ demons. The most​ unfavorable situation possible.⁠‍

Rumble—‍‍

Fernan‍ raised a massive‌‍‌ wall, blocking everything‌⁠ except the path‌​ they needed.

Thud!⁠⁠ Thud!

The‍​‍ demons slammed into​⁠​ the wall, cracking​ it, but buying⁠ precious seconds.

In‌‌⁠ that brief instant,‍‍​ the knights charged.​‌‍

Slash—​‍⁠

Just⁠⁠ one second.

Dozens​‍ of Shades were‍​‌ torn apart by⁠⁠‍ the white glow​ of aura.

Crack—​

The⁠‍ heads of five​​‍ Skolds rolled across​​‌ the floor.

The‍⁠ legs of a sixth-level arachnid demon,⁠‌ a Lupardin, were‌ all severed and⁠ the creature collapsed;‍‍‍ swords fell on‌‌‍ its skull.

At‍‌ that moment, Fernan’s⁠ walls crumbled.

From‌‌​ above, Krickters—eighth-level flying‌​ insect demons—descended on⁠⁠‌ him.

But‍⁠ they didn’t reach​ their target.

Slash—⁠⁠

A wave of blue​​​ aura sliced them​⁠⁠ in one blow​ from the darkness.​

“Be​ careful!”

Luina‍‍‍ covered Fernan’s back.⁠ The five demons⁠ following them met​​‍ the same fate⁠‍‍ as the flying​ insects.

With⁠‌ every step they​‌​ took forward, new​‌ demon corpses appeared.⁠​‍

A trail of black⁠‍⁠ blood was drawn,​ mountains of bodies⁠ piled up. But⁠‍ even the White​​⁠ Lions were quickly​‍‌ becoming exhausted.

“It’s…‌ definitely tougher than‍​ usual…!”

“For⁠ land tainted by‌​‌ dark magic to‌‍​ be this heavy…!”‌

The​⁠⁠ ground full of‌ dark magic didn’t​⁠‌ just block the​‌​ flow of mana.‍‌‍

It‍⁠ interfered with the⁠​ energy of all‍⁠‌ living beings that‍ didn’t belong to⁠‌⁠ the Demon Kingdom.⁠‌

Mana,‍‍‌ aura, stamina—all consumption​‌⁠ multiplied; exhaustion came⁠‍⁠ much sooner.

‘From‌ now on, I need to be⁠‍ careful with any‍‌ corrupted terrain…!’

Only⁠‍‌ because they were‍‌ an elite order‍⁠ could the White​ Lions maintain overwhelming‌ power in such‌​​ an environment.

If‍ they had been‌‌​ regular soldiers, they’d⁠ have already been‌ dinner for the⁠ beasts.

They⁠ finally reached one‍‌‌ of the cavern’s​ walls.

They‍‍ pushed Fernan into​⁠​ the center and‍‌ formed a solid‍‍‌ living wall around‍‌⁠ him, like a rock.

At‌‌‌ that moment, Fernan⁠ raised another stone⁠⁠ wall.

This​​​ time, he reinforced‌‌​ it with mana—thicker‌ and stronger than​ before.

“At‌ most, it’ll last‌ ten seconds. Everyone,‍ take these immediately.”‌

Fernan⁠⁠ opened his subspace.‌​

From⁠ it, he began‍​⁠ pulling out potions.⁠​ One, then another,‍‍ and another.

Each‍ knight received a pair of vials.​

They​‍​ were left speechless—not‌‍ just by the⁠ amount, but by​ the fact that‍ they were all​⁠‌ of supreme quality.‍

“Don’t​ be surprised just‌‌ yet. There’s more.”⁠

“…More,‍⁠ you say? How‍‌ many potions did‌ you bring exactly?”‍

“Enough​⁠⁠ for everyone to‌‌ die from exploding.”⁠​‍

“…Good​‍‌ heavens.”

“Is⁠⁠ this what Pellenberg‌‌⁠ is like?”

One‍⁠ of the knights‌⁠ pointed to a potion with a different color than‌​⁠ the rest.

“And‌ what’s this one?”‍​

“That’s‌‍⁠ a prototype. An‍⁠ experimental mana potion‌‌‍ made by my​‍ house’s alchemists.”

“Does⁠ it restore mana?”⁠‍⁠

“Yes.⁠​‌ It also has⁠​⁠ a small amount⁠​ of elixir mixed‍ in.”

“Incredible…!”‌

Fernan‍‍‍ hadn’t expected it⁠⁠ to be so⁠‍⁠ useful, but in‌⁠ tainted land where‌⁠ mana recovery was​​ slow or impossible,‍​​ it was the​⁠ perfect move.

The‌​ knights drank both⁠ the supreme potion⁠ and the mana​ potion in one‌​‌ go.

“…The‍‍⁠ quality of the‍ Golden Turtle Guild’s‍⁠⁠ products is real.”⁠

“If⁠​ we make it‍‍ out of here⁠ alive, we’ll put‍​​ that in the‍ newspapers. And you’ll⁠ have to repeat⁠⁠ exactly what you​⁠ just said.”

“It‍ won’t be hard.‍⁠ It’s not a lie.”

The‌ recovered energy and‌⁠ mana were partial,​⁠⁠ but enough to​⁠ reactivate their auras.‌⁠

Just‌​ at that moment,​​ the wall collapsed.​

What⁠​​ awaited them wasn’t‌ a group of‌‌‌ exhausted knights, but‌‍ reinvigorated warriors.

“Kill⁠​ them all!”

“Yes,​ sir!”

They‍‌‍ lit up their‍ auras and resumed​ the massacre.

They‍ killed. And killed⁠ again.

“Anyone‍ who runs out‌ of strength or‌​⁠ aura, fall back‍ and drink more⁠​⁠ potion.”

Bottles‍ emptied.

They‍​‍ kept drinking and‌ fighting, over and‍⁠‍ over again.

No‍​‌ one could count​ how many had⁠​ already fallen.

The⁠ piled bodies formed‍​ barriers, which the​ monsters climbed while‌ devouring their own​ dead.

In‍ the end, it‍ was the knights​‍​ who reached their‍ limits first.

Fighting‍‍​ non-stop on corrupted⁠⁠ ground, kept barely⁠ standing by potions,‍‍ fatigue caught up‍​ to them.

Because⁠ potions weren’t omnipotent.​

“Seems⁠​‌ we owe thanks⁠⁠ to Professor Rosalia.”‍​⁠

Fernan​​ placed special cigarettes‍ in several knights’‍​⁠ mouths and lit‌‍ them.

“W-what⁠‌⁠ is this?”

“Inhale‌​⁠ deeply and exhale.​ It will clear‍‌​ your head.”

They‌​⁠ were cigarettes Rosalia,​‌ a professor at‌ the Academy, regularly‌⁠‌ used. They contained‌‍‌ no harmful substances,‍⁠​ but did have‌‌ a powerful stimulant.‍​

Huu—‍

With‌ each puff, the​ knights’ eyes regained​‌​ their shine.

The​ effect lasted about​⁠⁠ ten minutes in‌ this environment, but‍ Fernan had brought​ plenty.

After⁠⁠‍ his trip with​⁠ Rosalia to the‌‌⁠ Academic Congress, he’d⁠​ decided to carry‍ several just in‍ case.

“I​ also have chocolate.‍ Eat while you‍⁠ fight.”

He’d‌⁠‍ brought that for‍‌​ Luina.

The‌‍ knights fought with​⁠ potions, cigarettes, and⁠​​ chocolate.

They‍ drank, bit, exhaled‌​‍ smoke, and kept⁠‍​ swinging their swords.‍​‍

“…This⁠‍⁠ feels very strange.”⁠‍‌

Luina⁠​⁠ wiped the blood​ from her face.​​

“Normal.‌ None of this‌‍ is normal.”

Fernan​ lifted sand to‍ drive off the‍‍ flying demons diving‌‌‍ at them.

The​ potions healed and​‍ restored some energy,⁠⁠ but didn’t create‍​​ strength from nothing.​

Exhaustion‌ still accumulated.

The‍ cigarette only masked‍​ the fatigue, not⁠ erased it.

Even‌ so, Fernan thought‌ it was enough.‍

Because‍‍ the end was‌ finally in sight.​⁠​

“There⁠ are no more⁠​ in sight! These​‍ are the last⁠⁠​ ones!”

“The‌‌ last ones, they​ say!”

“The‌‌​ last ones, damn‍ bastards!”

“Kill​​⁠ them all!”

The‍​ knights no longer​​ maintained decorum.

Fatigue,‌‌​ drained aura, and​ tension made them‍‍ nearly frantic.

Only⁠​⁠ the captain of‌‌ the White Lions‌‌​ and Luina remained‌⁠⁠ calm.

“If​​‌ it weren’t for⁠⁠ the chocolate, I’d‍ have gone insane.‍ This corrupted land⁠​ is unbearable.”

Slash—‍

The⁠‍‌ head of an‌ arachnid demon fell⁠‍ to the ground.⁠​​

And​‍‌ with that, everything​‌‌ ended.

In‌⁠ the vast chamber,​⁠ nothing could be‍‌⁠ heard.

Not‍ a trace of‍‌​ life remained.

“We…⁠‍ we did it!”‍

“Victory!”‍​

Even​⁠ though Fernan had‌ supported them, without‍ the strength of‍ the White Lions,​‍‍ it would have​​ been impossible.

‘This​⁠ is Bercheff.’

The⁠ family that had⁠​ defended the Empire’s‌​⁠ north for over‍‌‌ a thousand years.⁠

‘And‌ these are the‍‍​ White Lions.’

Their⁠​ first knightly order.‌⁠⁠

Even​‍ with external support,​ thirty knights had​‍ wiped out nearly‍ a thousand demons​‌ on corrupted ground.​ No small feat.‍⁠‌

‘I‍ want them.’

The‌⁠ order, not all​‍ of Bercheff.

“…We’ll‌⁠‌ advance deeper into‍⁠ the cavern.”

Though‌‌ Fernan was thinking‌​‍ about his ambitions,‌‍‍ the captain preferred‌⁠​ not to rest‍ and to clear⁠‍​ the area immediately.⁠‌‌

They⁠ couldn’t rest on​‍‌ corrupted land.

They‍‌‍ walked over the‌ sticky bodies toward‍‌​ the interior.

The⁠​ darkness was total,‍ but Fernan lit‍ a magic lamp⁠‌ he had taken⁠​ from the First‍ Emperor’s dungeon.

And‍​ then they saw⁠​‍ it.

“This‌⁠ is…”

A gigantic object in​​​ a corner of⁠​ the chamber.

“…An‌ egg?”

“Looks​‌‍ like it, but‌​⁠ of what…?”

It‌‍ was an oval‌‌ mass, nearly three‌​ meters tall, covered‌​ in pulsing veins.‍

A purple glow seeped‌ through them.

The⁠‍​ source of the‍ corrupted magic was‍ there.

The‌ closer they got,⁠​ the harder it⁠ was to breathe.‍⁠

“What⁠ the hell is‌‍ this?”

“I​​ don’t know, but‌​⁠ leaving it would‍ be a mistake.⁠‌​ We must destroy⁠‌ it now.”

— Kyu, kyu, kyu!‌​‌

At⁠‍‌ that moment Wooden‍‍ began to thrash‍⁠​ around.

‘Break,⁠​‍ break, break, danger,⁠‌ danger…?’

And‍‍ then it happened.​⁠

An​​‍ unbearable headache struck‍ Fernan.

The‌‍ world went dark.‌‌⁠

It​​‍ wasn’t a normal⁠⁠‍ vision.

Like​⁠ when he had‌ seen Andromalius descend.⁠

The‌ scene lit up⁠ again, but they⁠ were still in​​ the same cavern.‍‍​

Only⁠ now the demons⁠ were still alive.​‌​

And​‌​ not just demons—there‍ were monsters too.‍​‍

[Kyaaaagh!​‌⁠

Dragged⁠ monsters, tied with​‍​ threads from an‍ arachnid demon, screamed⁠ as they were⁠ brought to the​‌​ egg.

The⁠⁠ corrupt led them​​ to it.

Immediately,⁠ tentacles emerged from‌⁠ the egg and‌‌ pierced the monsters—and‌‌ even the demons.]​⁠​

Soon​ after—

[Crack,​ crack—

The‌⁠ monsters and demons​​ withered within seconds,‍⁠​ stripped of their‌ life.

The​‍ egg pulsed in‌​‌ a frenzy, devouring‍‍ everything around it.]⁠​‍

And⁠⁠⁠ then—

Crack—​⁠‌

The‍‍ egg cracked open.‍⁠​

[“Finally,‍‍‍ a complete descent.‍​ Kimaris, you did‌​‌ your part well.”]⁠‌‍

The​⁠ creature laughed. And‍ that laugh alone‌​ made the entire‌‍⁠ chamber tremble like​⁠ an earthquake.

It​‍‍ was a grotesque​⁠‍ being in the‌⁠ shape of a pentagram.

Fernan​​‌ had never seen‍​ it before, but​⁠‍ recognized it instantly⁠​⁠ from his research.‍‍

‘Decarabia!’​​‍

The​⁠ 69th demon.

The⁠​​ vision ended there.​‌ Brief, but devastating.‍‍

“…We‍‍‌ have to destroy‍ it. No matter‍ what.”

Fernan‍ muttered, drenched in‍​ cold sweat.

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