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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 151

Chapter 151

After​‍ the explosion dissipated,‌⁠​ only the box‌‌ remained intact.

Those​ who had thought‍‍​ the magical stone‍ fusion artifact would⁠‍ have been damaged​ by the massive​ explosion burst into⁠ cheers at the​ unexpected outcome.

“As‌ expected of the⁠ young master…!”

Even​‌ the monsters seemed⁠​‌ bewildered, as the‍ nearly suicidal offensive​⁠​ had abruptly come‌​ to a halt.‍⁠

‘No…​ in this case,⁠ it wasn’t the‍‌ monsters, but the‌ corrupt one controlling‍⁠⁠ them.’

They​⁠‌ could never have‍​‌ imagined that the⁠ box containing the‍‍⁠ magical stone fusion​ artifact would be‌​‌ so resistant.

“What​‍‍ kind of traumatic​​​ experience made him‍ build the box⁠⁠⁠ with an adamantite⁠ alloy?”

“There‌⁠​ had been a time when he‌‍⁠ was transporting something,‍ and under a similar suicidal monster‍‌‍ attack, the contents⁠ had ended up‌​‍ in shreds.”

He⁠ had then been⁠ forced to cut​​​ off a contaminated‍​ branch of the⁠ World Tree. To‍‌​ make it appear‍‍​ intact, he had⁠ to feed it‌​⁠ copious elixirs.

Eventually,‍⁠ he purified the‍​ corrupted part with​ holy water and⁠ incorporated it into‍‍‌ Wooden, but it​‌ had not been‍‌ a pleasant experience.‌

Fernan⁠‍ hadn’t forgotten that‍‍‍ loss, and he‌⁠⁠ probably never would.​‍ Like all losses,‍​⁠ it had left‍⁠ a mark.

“You‍‌ had reason to​ be so cautious.⁠​ Anyway, thanks to‌ that, we protected​ it, and we​‍ also found out‍​⁠ exactly what they​‌‍ were after.”

Saying⁠‍ that, Rosalia slowly⁠ stepped forward.

The​‌ air shifted. The‌⁠ turbulent magic stirred⁠⁠‌ so violently that⁠​​ some swallowed down‍ a groan of‍ pain.

But⁠‌ it wasn’t a change caused by⁠⁠⁠ her.

Clang,​⁠ clang—

Not​‍‍ far away, among‌⁠​ monsters with red‌ eyes glowing in​​⁠ the dark, something‌⁠ began to emerge.‌

A suit of armor‌‍‍ made of white‌‌⁠ bones, a war⁠‍​ axe forged from​‌ strange crimson metal,⁠ and an aura​⁠ of chilling prayer.‍​‍

A body close to‍⁠ three meters tall,​​⁠ red skin—the very‌ image of a knight, though it‌ was a monster.​

“…What‌ the hell is⁠​⁠ that?”

A demon, perhaps? No,‍‌ it wasn’t.

The‌⁠​ density of dark‌​ magic and bloodlust​‍‌ might have resembled​ a demon, but‌‍⁠ the essential pressure‌​ was different.

Fernan​‍ desperately searched the‍‍⁠ old texts in‌ his memory, but⁠​ Rosalia spoke first.‌

“If‌​​ the documents I read were correct,‍⁠‍ that’s a Rahnas.”​

“Rahnas…?”⁠

“A⁠‍ rank 1 monster.”‌‍

Fernan‌⁠⁠ swallowed hard.

The​ classification of monsters‌ had been invented‍‍‍ by humans, but‌‍⁠ it generally aligned‌ with reality.

And​​ rank 1 monsters​⁠ were the strongest‍‍ of their species,⁠ with records even‌ of demons avoiding​⁠​ them.

The​⁠​ prickling sensation on​​​ the skin proved⁠⁠⁠ those texts didn’t‍⁠ lie.

“Fernan.”​​⁠

“Yes.”‌

“I’ll⁠​ handle that one.‌ Don’t let a single one near​​ my cargo.”

There​⁠ was no time‌‍⁠ to respond. She​ was already in‌‍ front of the​​⁠ Rahnas.

Boom!​‍

A massive ice lance⁠⁠⁠ immediately enveloped it.​‍⁠

The‌ axe tinged with‌‍ dark magic cleaved​ it in half‌ with a single‌⁠ blow.

The​​⁠ ice shards reversed,‌ attacking the Rahnas⁠⁠⁠ again, but it‍⁠‌ withstood them head-on,‌ simultaneously trying to​​ cleave Rosalia in‍‍ two.

The​​‌ figure of ice​ shattered and exploded⁠‌​ in a violent⁠​ blast.

A blizzard swept through‍‍ the underground space,‌⁠ freezing everything in‌‌‌ its path.

“Kugh,⁠‌‍ fall back!”

“Get‌​‌ out of the​‌ blast radius!”

The‍​‌ Golden Turtle Guild⁠‌​ members quickly pulled​ back.

Fortunately,⁠⁠‌ the cavern was​‌ spacious, and the​‌⁠ monsters couldn’t immediately​ pursue due to​⁠⁠ the battle’s shockwave.⁠

But​​‌ it only took‌​ seconds.

Grrrk—⁠‌​ Kyaaa!

The‌ monsters broke through⁠ the combat zone‌ and charged straight⁠​​ ahead.

It‍‌‌ wasn’t hesitation—they had‌‍‍ simply needed time​‍‌ to cross the​⁠‍ storm.

“Form‍‍‌ the defensive circle!”‌⁠

“Hold​ the line!”

The‍‍⁠ knights stepped forward‌⁠⁠ with sword and‌ shield, the soldiers‍‍ supported them from‍⁠ behind, and the‍ Dragon God Cult‌​​ priests invoked sacred⁠ flames.

Still,⁠‌⁠ the monsters seemed⁠ endless.

“Damn⁠ it, what is⁠‌ this?! Is this​ still Vienderk? How⁠ can there be⁠ so many monsters?”⁠‌

“Stop‌ whining and fight!⁠​‌ A single slip⁠ and they’ll break‍ our formation!”

“There​​ are too many!”​

“Doesn’t‌ matter, hold your⁠‌‌ ground!”

The‌‌‍ roar of battle‌ shook the cavern⁠⁠ until parts of​ it collapsed, but​‍ neither side gave‌⁠ way.

Slash—‍​‍

Hyde‌‌‍ gritted his teeth⁠‍ after beheading a monster that had‍‌ managed to break​⁠​ through to the‍‌‌ carriages.

Was⁠‍​ this normal? Even⁠‌ assuming the corrupt‌ ones were using​​ underground tunnels to⁠ guide them—just how‌‌ many monsters were‍⁠ hiding beneath the​‌ Empire?

Hyde‍ pushed away his‍‌ fears, focusing on‍ the present.

Because⁠​ the real problem‍‌ wasn’t the number.⁠‍‌

“Young‍ master, if this⁠‍​ continues, the cavern‍‍⁠ will collapse and​‍‌ the damage will⁠⁠ be catastrophic. We⁠ need another strategy…”‍​

He‌‌​ stopped abruptly.

“…Young‍ master?”

Fernan​‍‌ was gone.

“Young‌ master!”

It‌‌ was as if‍​‍ he had never‍⁠ been there.

***⁠⁠⁠

Suddenly,‌ a shadow surged​ from the ground‌​‌ and swallowed Fernan.‌​

He​⁠ tried to resist,⁠​ but everything happened‍‌​ so suddenly that​‍​ his reaction wasn’t‍ fast enough.

The‍‌‍ sticky demonic energy⁠ wasn’t easy to‌ pierce through, and‍ Fernan was dragged⁠ straight into the⁠‍‍ abyss.

It⁠ wasn’t impossible to‍​‌ climb back up,​ but the speed‌⁠ with which he⁠‌⁠ was pulled downward​ was far greater.​⁠

In​‍ the end, he​‍‌ had no choice​​ but to let​​​ himself be dragged⁠ to the depths.​‍

‘Was⁠​ the fusion artifact​ never the true​‍‍ target…?’

Then‌⁠ he realized it.​‌

That‌ trap wasn’t set​ for the artifact—it‌ was for him.‍‌

The‌ artifact had just⁠‌⁠ been a decoy⁠‍⁠ to make him‌⁠ believe otherwise.

Tap—​​

Fernan’s‌ feet touched solid‍‍⁠ ground.

The⁠⁠⁠ only positive was​‍‍ that the land​​ itself wasn’t corrupted‌ by demonic energy.​⁠‌

Wooden‍ pointed ahead.

In​‍ the darkness, several​​ chilling pairs of⁠​⁠ eyes began opening‌‌⁠ one after another.‌

“Pleasure‌​‌ to meet you​‌‌ like this. Is‍⁠​ this our first‍⁠ time? But you​‍ know, I feel⁠ like we’ve already‍​ met.”

The‍​‍ one who appeared‍ among the monsters,​ clapping, was a man.

Or​‍ rather, a human‌‍ who had sold​​‍ his soul to‌⁠‌ demons—a corrupt one.​‍

“Did‌‌ you plan all‍ this?”

“What‍‍​ exactly? The sea‌ attack? The collapsing‍⁠​ ground that dragged⁠⁠‌ you here? Yes!⁠ It was all‍​​ my doing. Remember?‌⁠⁠ I told you—big‌⁠ things were coming⁠ from me.”

Hehehe.‌​

The‍​ man, about thirty‌‌ years old, tilted‍‌ his head as​ he laughed.

His‍‌‌ unkempt hair covered⁠ half his face.‌

“Fernan‌‍⁠ Pellenberg. The bastard​​ who ruined all‍‌ our plans. If‍⁠⁠ we’d known from​‌ the start that‌⁠‌ you were the⁠⁠ real problem—more than‍ Aint Armian—we wouldn’t‍⁠⁠ have wasted so⁠ much time.”

I would’ve slit your‍‍‍ throat on the⁠‌ spot! Everything would’ve‍‌​ been easier, and⁠ the continent would⁠‍​ already be in‍‍‌ ruins.

Hehe.‌ He raised a bony finger.

“Want‍‍ me to tell⁠​‌ you a secret?‍‌ Truth is, we‌​ never cared about⁠​​ that damn magical⁠ stone fusion artifact.”​‌​

It’s‌​ not like it⁠​‍ held no value.‌

After‍ all, that itarium⁠ core, combining hundreds⁠⁠ of magical stones‍⁠⁠ and absorbing mana,​ held enough power​‌ to summon a demon.

Of‌⁠ course it was​ useful to have​ it—but it was⁠‌​ no longer the‌ priority. It had⁠ once been, but‌⁠ their goal had​ changed.

“I‍⁠‍ know.”

“You⁠‌ know?”

“Yes.‍​ It was just⁠​⁠ a cover. The​‌ real target was‍​‍ me.”

The‌ corrupt one’s eyes‌‌ widened.

“How…?”⁠⁠

“You⁠ said it yourself.”⁠⁠

“Right,⁠ I did.”

“But⁠ I had already​⁠⁠ figured it out⁠‌ before that.”

“You‍⁠​ figured it out?‍⁠⁠ Really?”

“Yes.”‌​⁠

“Liar!”‌

Rumble—⁠‍

The‍⁠ man’s scream shook‌⁠‍ the underground.

“You‍‌​ couldn’t have known!​​‌ I put too​ much effort into‌ this plan!”

“Well,‌⁠​ I thought it‌⁠​ was a bit‍‍ too obvious.”

“Are‍‌⁠ you calling me‍ an idiot?!”

“I​‍ never said that.”​⁠‍

Fernan‌ added calmly.

“But⁠⁠⁠ if you feel‍​​ that way yourself,⁠ all the better​⁠ for me.”

“Why‍‍ you…!”

Crunch—the‌⁠​ man bit his‌ lip.

“No‌‍ one underestimates me!”⁠‍‌

“I‍‍‌ didn’t either. You‍​⁠ just think I did.”

“I‌ hate the Pellenbergs​‌ just as much‍ as I hate‍ the Armians!”

“Thanks‍‍​ for the compliment.”⁠⁠‌

“That​ wasn’t a compliment!”⁠‌⁠

His⁠‍ eyes became bloodshot.⁠ The pressure of​‍‌ the demonic magic‌ he unleashed made⁠⁠​ the air heavier.‍​

“I’ve‌ been chosen! I’m​ the avatar of‌⁠⁠ His Will! And‍⁠​ yet a mere‌⁠ human dares to⁠ look down on‌⁠ someone who has⁠​‌ transcended races?!”

“His​⁠ Will?”

“Yes!‍⁠ He, the most⁠​ glorious one… Wait.”⁠‌

The‌‌ man froze.

“You’re​ trying to extract​‌ information from me?‌‌⁠ Damn Pellenberg, sly‌⁠ and vile as​⁠ always!”

“I​⁠ didn’t do anything.”‍⁠⁠

“Shut​ up! For daring⁠‍ to mock me,‌ you’ll die right​‌⁠ here—by my hand!”⁠

Whoosh—‌​

The⁠ corrupt one opened‍‌ a book. A thick grimoire, leaking‌ a sinister glow.‌‍

───!⁠⁠

With​ a roar, a black lightning bolt‌‌ fell in a straight line.

But‍ it failed to⁠ pierce the rock‍​⁠ wall protecting Fernan.​‍

“Don’t‌‌ underestimate me just⁠⁠⁠ because I’ve only⁠‌‍ recently received the‍ Blessing! Your fate‌​ is still to⁠‌​ die! Kill him,⁠‌ all of you!”​‍

At‌ his command, the‌‍​ monsters that had⁠⁠​ remained still pounced.⁠​⁠

“…All⁠​⁠ of them Barka​ level or higher?”​‌

Each‌ of the monsters‌‌‍ rushing him radiated​‍⁠ an extraordinary aura.‌‌⁠

“Exactly.‍‍ According to your‌⁠‌ human classification, I gathered only rank‌‌‌ 4 and above.‍‌ What do you​ think? Think you⁠‍ can handle them?‍‍⁠ Should be enough​⁠ to send you‍‍‍ to the afterlife,​​ don’t you think?”‍⁠‍

The⁠‌‌ man sneered.

“How‍​⁠ did you bring‍​ so many monsters‍⁠‍ into Vienderk’s territory?”‌

“Because⁠⁠ we’ve been planning‍ this for a long time! Our‌‍ goal was to​ bring down the‌​ Empire from within,‍ starting with Vienderk.‍​‌ Just imagine—Seir descending‌‍‍ and ruining the‍ Continental Conference, and‌ amidst the chaos,‍​ hordes of monsters‍‍ attacking nobles on‌⁠ their way back​⁠ to their lands.⁠⁠ Oops? Should I not have said​ that?”

His‌⁠‌ eyes curved into‌​ crescent moons.

“Well,‍‌ what does it⁠​ matter? You’re going‌‌ to die here‌ anyway, right?”

He⁠ nodded, satisfied with‍ his own words.⁠‍‌

“In⁠⁠⁠ fact, I wanted‌⁠⁠ to be extra‌ sure, so I planned to throw‌⁠​ a Rahnas at‌ you. But as‌ you can imagine,‍​ summoning a monster‍​ of that level‍ isn’t easy.”

Even​‌ if they weren’t⁠ demons, they weren’t​ easy to summon‍‍ either.

“We⁠‌‍ only have one‍ available now, and​​‌ I need it‌‍ to keep Rosalia‍‌​ Vienderk busy. So‍ for you, I’ll‍⁠ settle for less.⁠‍ It’ll still be​‍ enough to kill‍‍​ you.”

“You⁠ talk too much.”‌

“I’ll‌‍⁠ talk as much‌‌ as I want!‌ Who are you⁠‌​ to tell me‌‌‍ to shut up?”​

The⁠​ corrupt one flipped‍‍‍ another page. An‍ even larger bolt⁠‍ of lightning fell.‍

Fernan​ raised his staff‍​‍ just in time.​​‍

At‌ that moment, the‌ glow from the⁠‍ book intensified.

“I‍‌ lied! We do⁠⁠ have one more!”​‌

Claaang!​‌‍

In​ front of Fernan,‌ a brutal clash‍​ of magic and​​ aura exploded in‍‍ a shockwave.

A three-meter-tall Rahnas, wielding⁠⁠⁠ a war axe,⁠⁠ stopped right in​​ front of his​‍‍ face.

“…!”‍

Fernan’s‌‌ usually unshaken expression⁠‍⁠ cracked. Shards of‍⁠ aura and magic​ grazed his face.​

“…What⁠ the hell? I didn’t know there‌⁠ was another one.”‍​

Standing‌ between him and‌​ the Rahnas was‌ a golem the‍ size of a man.

“…I⁠ didn’t know there⁠⁠‍ was a Rahnas‌‍‌ either.”

Ignoring⁠⁠ the cold sweat‌ running down his‌‍​ spine, Fernan raised‍​‌ his staff.

“…I’ll⁠ return your words⁠ to you.”

His‌ eyes turned icy.⁠‍

“You‍​‌ die here. And⁠⁠​ it will be‌⁠⁠ by my hand.”‌⁠

“Shut‍ up! A mere⁠‌ human dares to​‌ defy me?!”

“We‍⁠ can bet a fortune if you​‍ want. Because the‍ price of making​ me spend all⁠​ this money ahead​‍‍ of schedule will‍ be very high.”⁠‍‍

That‌‍ damn bastard deserved⁠⁠ nothing less.

Fernan‌‌⁠ let all his⁠​ fury out.

“Wooden.”​‍

He‌⁠‌ whispered calmly.

“It’s‌ time to show‍⁠ me the swordsmanship‍‍⁠ you learned from‍‌‍ Brother Emond.”

Boom!‌​​

“Kill​ them all! No,‌​‌ not that one—bring​ him alive so⁠‍‌ he can kneel‍ before me.”

That​ bastard—I’ll kill him‍ myself.

A colossal sword fell‍‍ upon the Rahnas.​

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