I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy 429

Chapter: 430

71.Dark Magicians (3)

In the flying boat, the silver eleven month disappeared, leaving behind Baekyuseol, which handles the energy of the twelfth month.

He returned to his body and started moving his feet to the western end of the continent.

'The Temple of the New Moon…'

There were nine temples of the new moon in the world, and each of them was managed by a different country.

It was a temple, but in fact, it was a place that was no different from ruins, but it was because the meaning of existence was lost after the new moons disappeared.

Because there are only nine temples discovered so far, humans thought there were all nine temples, but this is not true.

There were three more temples, two of which were destroyed and disappeared forever.

And the last one left…….

Dorothy, the last paradise in the west.

It is now polluted and no longer accessible to humans, but at one time, the last temple was located in Dorothy, a paradise on earth where all the happiness of the world could be confirmed.

“…It is still here.”

Thirty-one months later, when Dorothy arrived at a level where it was hard to find people anymore, she kicked his tongue her and stepped on the ground as if feeling sorry for her.

One of the characteristics of Dorothy was that there were almost no low-rise buildings.

Hundreds of rum were plugged in.

Now, all of them have been cut down and broken, so I couldn't see the splendid power of the hundreds of pillars, but in my memory of the eleventh month of silver, this place was still a paradise and a utopia.

One time.

Humans who lived here worshiped the twelve gods as gods.

By doing so, they strongly inherited the divine power of the new moon and became the only race that could handle the elements.

Thanks to this, they were able to establish a mystical civilization different from the magical society.

In human society, 'different' was the same as 'not right'.

They were rejected

For the reason that he deals with elements even though he cannot use magic.

Therefore…….

Even in the midst of being attacked by the black magic, they did not receive any help from humans.

Silver November did nothing while they died screaming in agony.

I had no choice but to watch.

Because I couldn't interfere with the world.

…… Hundreds of years have already passed, but his unnecessarily excellent memory he made it impossible to forget the memory of that day even for a single moment.

Dorothy's streets slowly

The silver eleven, which had been walking, finally reached the new moon

Arrived at the temple.

Unlike other temples, it should have collapsed and been in ruins because it was not maintained, but for some reason it looked as good as it did hundreds of years ago.

Great twelfth moon.”

“Dare to knee before a great being

is.”

Ah

That's natural.

Ever since that day hundreds of years ago, those who robbed this temple had been guarding it.

Black Mine.

They didn't raid this place for no reason.

It was because they were envious of those who could handle the power of the new moon, and even though they wanted to learn its meaning, they refused.

Black magic is a beast.

For a being without reason to have reason

Even though he asked for instruction, he refused, so he paid the price he deserved.

The dark demons must have thought so.

“These are the first children I see.”

When Eunsei November frowned as if he was in a bad mood, the dark demons took a step back and lowered their heads.

“Are you still guarding this place?”

“It is. Because it is obligatory for beings born on this continent to worship the twelfth moon.”

“There is no reason for us to be held up by anyone.”

“But we have. If you believe in them and follow them…… Doesn't it contain mystical power and intelligence?”

Yes.

Strength and intelligence.

It was the same as 'everything' that the dark demons pursued for the rest of their lives.

The powerful man soon became the king, and if the black magician who gains strength instead of losing his intelligence his his regains his intelligence his, it is truly

Because you will become the strongest.

In modern times, hundreds of years later, many dark demons have learned to maintain reason without losing intelligence, but the craving for power and the desire for deeper intellect remain.

“Get out of the way. I have somewhere to go.”

However, there is no way that Silver Age and November will listen to them.

Black demons meekly sideways

move

stood up and said

“Our King is always looking out for you.”

Ignore lightly and pass by.

You don't have to listen to the disgusting things that attacked Dorothy.

Silver November, who headed to the basement of the temple, poured out her energy and opened the huge stone gate that was firmly locked.

The door was full of scars, probably because it was trying to open it with magic and power, but the magic of the founder magician was not easily broken.

De gug gug……

■ — —■ 丄- —of- —I •

As soon as the door opened, Eunsei November strode into the stone chamber.

Numerous wizards and dark demons have something great in this place.

I don't know if I tried to open the door expecting it to come out, but in fact, nothing great.

In this stone chamber…… There is only a picture

was all over the walls and ceiling

drawn pictures.

A thousand years ago, that is, the progenitor magician wanted to convey his will to his distant generations, but at that time, the appropriate language was not properly established.

It was an era when tribes with languages ​​​​​​perished, tribes with new languages ​​​​​​were born, and languages ​​​​​​were randomly mixed.

It was a confusing time.

So the eponymous sorcerer chose a painting. It is to leave a picture with magical power and preserve it forever.

In the nine temples managed by the human state, pictures also remain, but they remain uninterpreted as of yet.

This is because it is full of meaningless patterns and pictures.

Sun and giant dragon.

A man on fire and a giant sleeping on an iceberg.

Eyes with elves who turn the earth with their spears

A huge mountain that wraps itself up to sleep.

A list of unknown pictures.

What I don't understand is…

So were the twelfth moons.

Until now, even the Silver Age and November did not know what the progenitor magician had left behind such pictures.

In particular, the paintings of this temple were more unusual and special.

The ceiling of the last shrine left by the new moon.

There, the last picture the progenitor wizard had left before he disappeared was drawn.

“…Now that I see it, I think I understand what it means.”

The ceilings of other temples are covered with numerous paintings, but this temple was different.

Only one huge painting hangs from the ceiling

was decorating

A human with an outstretched hand.

Two dragons, white and black.

Twelve brilliant colors of the rainbow were mixed and swirled, and at the end of them, a black and white Taegeuk pattern was swirling.

“Right, indeed…  

Why had I not thought of it until now?

About 'something' that happens when all the colors of the twelfth month are mixed.

The more colors are mixed, the more muddy the color becomes, and the more it is dyed black. It's coming soon…… Means destruction.

However, is the 'light' really like that?

The more the colors of light were mixed, the more bright and splendid they were, instead of becoming muddy.

That was the point.

'Does it become black or white when all colors are mixed?'

Euse November lifted him up and stroked the Taegeuk pattern on the ceiling with his hand her her.

Perhaps Hoegong Siwol knew that fact a long time ago.

So it's not urgent.

It didn't matter to whom the Twelve Crescents gathered, so I didn't even try to take them by force.

In the end, the result when all the colors come together determines everything.

The silver tax November clenched his fists and

Jeong frowned.

“Baek Yu-seol…… I hope the child is white by all means.”

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Howol Plain, lotus inn.

To go on a business trip early in the morning

Waking up and wearing a simple dress, Jelliel was about to board the flying boat when she heard some very bad news.

“A lot of traces of dark demons are being detected in the plains?”

“Yes. The tribesmen can't handle it, so we're asking the company for support.”

The employee who reported this had an expression that said it was absurd.

“We're not even the Magic Tower, and we're requesting reinforcements…  

“Do it.”

“Yes?”

“Support me. Beat the magic tower with money to bribe the wizards, and tell them to bring all the mercenaries.”

“Are you sure?”

Jelliel yanks the temple with a cold expression! He looked back Then, the temple took a step back, screaming like a person who met a ghost, 'Hee-ik!'.

“Listen. When the river plain dies, the star clouds die too. If the Howol plain lives, the star clouds also live.”

Yes.

Until now, no one had said anything about it, but in fact, the star cloud could be said to be the monarchy that governs the Hewol Plain.

Burned by war for hundreds of years

He brought peace for the first time by bribing all the tribes of the Redun River Plain with money, completely prevented and protected external invasion, and established a financial market system.

It's just that he doesn't dare to use the name Wangjeong because he's a merchant.

In other words, since Zeliel was the daughter of the king who ruled over this huge land mass called the Haweol Plain, she had a duty to take care of the people.

“I don't know why the dark demons are attacking again, but if you leave it alone, it will be

They will crawl all the way here.”

You can never see that look.

“All of them, catch them and tell them to kill them.”

“Ah, I see.”

If I had told you this far, you would have understood it correctly.

Jelly El thought so and she leaned back in her chair for a moment. There were still about 10 minutes before the flying boat departed.

'…… What did the dark demons eat wrong these days?'

He had felt reluctance since the raid on the factory, but he could not know anything.

It was because she knew little about the dark demons she was caught and killed because they were all in the lower class.

But, obviously, there is a goal.

I learned that the fact that the dark demons are organized like that means that there is a greater force commanded by someone, and that they have intelligence comparable to that of human archmages, so they are not to be ignored.

'Then, planting in the plains must have a goal……

Attempting to act like that would only lead to the death of many black magicians.

There are gains and losses worth considering

Go? If you give up so many lives

Is there anything that needs to be done?

If so, what is the goal?

I was closing my eyes and organizing my thoughts, but I had no choice but to open my eyes because the employee I had just returned to rushed in.

“Ah, lady!”

What else?

You

It wouldn't be an ordinary thing to come in such a hurry. When Jelliel hardened his expression and asked, the temple stammered.

“Spread, on the plain…… All across the plains, the Pe and Persona Gates have begun to open simultaneously!”

“… What?”

Jell Liel's complexion turned white at a phenomenon she had never heard of before.

It was a large-scale event that even her knowledge she could not respond to.