Chapter 146 : Chapter 146

Chapter 146

The elves' training ground was located deep within the Forest of Fairies.

Upon entering the training ground, the first thing that caught the eye were the giant ancient trees stretching high into the sky.

‘They must be at least a thousand years old.’

As if affirming that thought, the branches and leaves glowed faintly and swayed gently.

Stepped spectator seats made of natural stone, allowing the elves to watch the battles, surrounded a wide, flat space.

The floor of that space was covered with moss so soft that it supported the feet like a carpet.

It would serve to aid in agile movements during combat.

That was not all.

Upon closer inspection, intricately carved training magic circles could be seen on the moss. They were for aiding the flow of magic or mana used during duels.

Killian shook his head slightly.

‘All of them are structured with a lack of practicality.’

The sound of water from a small stream and a pond flowing along the boundary of the training ground.

An atmosphere good for brandishing a sword with nobility.

‘Have they lost their touch from living in seclusion?’

It was an environment far removed from the essence of a duel.

“Judging by your expression, you don’t seem to like the training ground.”

The man, who had not said a word while heading to the training ground, opened his mouth for the first time.

“It is not a suitable place for blood to be spilled.”

“An interesting perspective. From a human’s point of view, it might seem so. How old are you?”

“How old are you?”

“It would be as much as the lifetime of your ancestor’s ancestor, and that ancestor’s ancestor, added together.”

“You were a fledgling.”

“……”

He had actually meant it when he said it.

But Drago seemed to have taken it as a provocation.

“Didn’t Simon Eurasia tell you to watch your mouth?”

“He did say that a knight should speak with his sword.”

The family that raised a kingdom in the barren eastern frontier.

The desperation of Eurasia, which had to rise with only the sword.

“Could someone who has lived intoxicated by nature ever understand.”

“How arrogant. I see why the queen entrusted me with your interrogation.”

Drago, who was stroking his chin, gestured with his jaw to the elf who had been escorting Killian.

Click.

As the elf released the Bongsinseok, Drago added.

“Go back and wait.”

“……”

“When the interrogation is over, I will personally have an audience with the queen.”

The elf, whose expression had not changed despite the one-sided command, handed the Aether and scabbard to Killian and disappeared.

“The security is more lax than I expected. Or.”

As he fastened the scabbard to his waist, Killian continued.

“Do they trust you to an undeserved degree?”

“I am Drago Nightforge, chief of the Black Moon tribe.”

With a grin, he moved his neck to loosen his muscles.

“Among the elves, I am also called the Night Fog, but that’s not important.”

A dark elf who called himself the Night Fog.

“……”

Indeed, he exuded a class that was not light.

“Killian Eurasia. Why has a knight who should be in the east come here?”

“There is something I need.”

“Tell me. Depending on what it is, I might be able to sell it to you for a high price.”

“Nectar.”

“……”

Haa.

Drago let out a small sigh and stepped onto the training ground.

“I asked a pointless question.”

He took out a single dagger from his waist.

A jet-black blade.

The tip was smoothly curved.

The handle of the dagger was made of mana-infused wood and wrapped in black leather to enhance its grip.

‘A form that can catch two birds with one stone, with the piercing power of a thrusting attack and the lethality of a slashing attack?’

It was not a commonly used weapon.

To take both advantages meant to also bear both disadvantages.

“Obsidian. A weapon that has sent countless superhumans to the other world.”

The mana enveloping the sword dripped onto the floor in liquid form.

Saaaa.

The grass on the ground where the mana touched withered.

“The blade is coated with a poison developed by the tribe. A poison that is only produced in reaction to my mana.”

It flows into the body through a wound, paralyzing the body and causing severe pain.

“Even a superhuman like you will not find it easy to control.”

Drago warned calmly.

If true, it was information that could cause great harm just by hiding it, information that the opponent should not know for the sake of victory.

Killian, who had stepped onto the center of the training ground, quietly drew his sword.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“An interrogation goes smoothly only when you subdue not only the opponent’s body but also their mind.”

“The shock will be greater when you lose.”

“That will not happen. And even if it does.”

The moment Drago lifted one foot and his body seemed to lean.

Clang.

The Aether and Obsidian clashed.

Kagagagak.

With a single dagger, he was in a power struggle with the longsword Aether.

“Don’t worry, the others won’t be chasing you.”

Clang!

Killian was pushed back by the widely swung dagger.

‘What kind of strength is this…….’

He wrapped his body in the mana flowing from his Mana Heart.

Blue mana was emitted through the Aether as a medium.

“Carpe.”

Hwaaak.

As the deployed mana pressed down on Drago’s body.

Seogeok.

He cut through the Carpe and escaped its influence.

“Carpe. One of the techniques that knights blindly believe in.”

Once again, the dark elf’s body leaned.

‘Fast.’

Clang. Clank. Claaang.

During the several exchanges, all the surrounding mana was cut away.

Not only the mana that had been scattered to use Carpe Illusion, but also the mana to maintain a minimal Carpe.

‘Was he a guy who could use Hyang?’

The technique of Walkers who see the lines of mana.

The problem was that his movements were not at an ordinary level.

‘He was the one who caught both birds with one stone.’

His movements were not inferior to the Crimson Wolf’s, and his slashes surpassed that of an ordinary Sword Master.

A sword that had not rusted over a long life, but a sword prepared to cut down an opponent at any time.

That was the elf before him.

“Obsidian is a sword made as a pair of two.”

“……”

Claaang. Clang.

Drago, who had stopped his barrage of attacks, pointed at the Aether with his dagger.

“They say the sword of the Annihilation Squad absorbs the opponent’s mana.”

Struggling against just one blade was not worth the effort of drawing his sword.

“Come at me with all your might. That way, this side will also have the satisfaction of breaking your will.”

“The arrogance of those who live long lives.”

Killian placed his hand on the scabbard.

“It’s just as draining on this side to break someone who isn’t even at their full strength.”

Hwaaaak.

The mana stored in the Aether was released.

Drago tried to cut the flow of mana again, but.

Kugugung.

Killian broke through the path of the mana by emitting his Haki.

“I am the Annihilation Squad Leader of Eurasia.”

The Haki, combined with mana, pressed down on the body of the dark elf who had mastered 7-star.

“Drago Nightforge, it will be hard for me to listen to the excuse that you lost because you were careless.”

He should have gone all out from the beginning.

Killian warned.

For the first time since their swords had crossed, the corners of Drago’s mouth twitched.

“Right. You were also a guy who had mastered 7-star.”

In a brief moment, the Haki combined with mana unfolded a new Carpe.

A density that would require considerable effort to cut through.

An unbelievable achievement considering a human’s age.

‘If he even unfolds Carpe Illusion… he’s at a level where he can warn me to go all out.’

Dal-kak.

He undid the clasp of the leather scabbard at his waist.

Sreung.

The other sword, released from the scabbard, revealed its complete form.

The overall shape was similar to Obsidian.

The only difference was that a small jewel was embedded at the end of the handle.

‘A magic tool?’

Unless it was a decorative sword, there was no reason to embed a jewel that only added weight to the sword.

“It has been a long time since I drew both swords.”

Drago’s two eyes curved like crescent moons.

Seueueueueu.

As he emitted his mana, the surrounding vision quickly darkened.

It was as if he were trapped in a fog.

An environment good for Walkers to move in.

A domain that would not be lacking even if it were called a Carpe Illusion.

Killian’s mana, which he had combined with Haki in preparation for the opponent unfolding a domain, had already been scattered.

“So this is why you were called the Night Fog.”

Killian muttered as he checked the now-unseen vision.

“You should watch your back too.”

Clang!

The figure of Drago, which had appeared with a flash of sparks, quickly disappeared.

Clang! Claaang! Clank!

The two daggers relentlessly stormed.

Eventually, one of them.

Seogeok.

Cut Killian’s shoulder.

‘Poison.’

The Night Fog.

The domain that Drago unfolded had the effect of poisoning the opponent with mana that seeped in through the respiratory system.

‘Did I fall for a simple trick?’

That must have been why he had focused his attention on his weapon from the beginning.

Seogeok.

This time, it cut through his left leg.

Killian circulated the mana in his body to neutralize the poison.

The mana consumption would increase, but he could prevent immediate poisoning.

But even while doing so, Drago’s sword grazed his body several times.

Sometimes, he even showed the boldness of revealing himself from the front.

‘First, I’ll deal with the fog.’

In a situation where he was on the defensive like this, trying to use a Ke or Shik carelessly would allow a fatal blow.

Fortunately.

The mana that Killian could use was not just from his heart.

The sword and scabbard, which could hold more mana thanks to Pyrope’s work.

He now poured out the mana of the armament, which was like a symbol of the Annihilation Squad, all at once.

“……!!”

In the sudden storm of mana, Drago, who had been aiming for his back, swung his sword widely.

Seogeok. Seogeok.

The Obsidian that had cut through the mana vibrated.

‘Both the sword and the scabbard contain Superhuman-level mana. Is it something a dwarf made?’

To be able to hold this much mana, the craftsman must have skills no less than the one who reforged his own sword.

‘But time is on my side.’

To neutralize the poison, he had to continue consuming mana, and even if he forced himself to use Carpe Illusion, his Hyang could disable the superhuman’s domain.

Sure enough.

Kugugung.

Killian Eurasia, who had imbued the emitted mana with Haki, was seen condensing his mana to form a domain.

‘He plans to condense it and then spread it all at once with Haki.’

It was a technique that required some finesse, but he didn't think the human before him couldn't do it.

‘I’ll cut it down at the same time he unfolds the Shik.’

Kkwadeuk.

Kkwadeudeuk.

Body enhancement. His two arms and legs, hidden in the darkness, expanded.

The mana of three superhumans.

Even if it was imbued with Haki, it was not lacking to be cut down.

The body that flew as if bouncing off cut the sphere of blue mana that was condensing.

‘A human, and a knight at that, handles this much mana. His reputation was not in vain.’

In addition to his original Mana Heart, the mana dwelling in the sword and scabbard was also pouring out an amount that would not be lacking even if each were a superhuman’s Mana Heart.

A human who had not even lived for 30 years was handling the mana of three superhumans alone.

It was not an easy task, not only for himself, who had mastered 7-star, but also for an Arch Mage who had devoted his entire life to the study of mana.

But as much as that.

The reflux that followed failure would not be light either.

‘Killian Eurasia. With this, you won’t be able to avoid the damage to your Mana Heart.’

The moment he concluded so and completely cut down the blue mana.

“……!!”

Drago, who was facing Killian Eurasia, felt a sense of unease.

‘He’s smiling?’

It was a look that was hard to believe for someone whose desperate method had been thwarted.

‘Has he given up?’

And soon, Drago could understand the reason.

From his body, where the blue mana had completely disappeared, a new mana soared.

“Carpe Illusion.”

Killian Eurasia’s body, whose lips had moved, emitted violet mana.

“Violet Magic Tower.”

Hwaaaaaa.

A space where the darkness had lifted.

Killian, with a giant tower behind him, raised his Aether.

“Drago Nightforge.”

“……”

“It’s interrogation time.”

The sword of the superhuman with a harmless smile was swung.