Chapter 1003
Release schedule is every day except weekends around 5PM MST.
You can also join our Discord here.
“No.”
Larian raised her arm, blocking Raon and Evelyn.
“I know you’ve reached transcendence, but you can’t handle him alone.”
She shook her head, saying Evelyn could never defeat The Fallen One by herself.
“No, it’s not just difficult—it’s impossible. The Fallen One is still hiding his power.”
With a sharp wave of her hand, she motioned for them to step back.
“I’ll take care of The Fallen One. You deal with the others.”
She said she would kill The Fallen One herself and yanked the four daggers embedded in the ground back into her grasp.
“Just leave her be.”
The Fallen One curled the corners of his lips as his torn palm restored itself.
“It seems she wants to die quickly.”
Chilling murderous intent poured out of him, as if Evelyn’s awakening had provoked genuine anger.
“See? He’s not right in the head.”
Evelyn chuckled as she looked at The Fallen One.
“He doesn’t even think about what he’s done, and he’s the one spewing murderous intent.”
She rolled her fingers as if telling him to come to his senses.
“Why is the bastard who used my soul and my infamy so thoroughly getting angry?”
Evelyn’s eyes flared. The cross engraved in her gaze glowed an even deeper red.
“Soul and infamy?”
Raon narrowed his eyes at Evelyn.
“What are you talking about?”
The last thing he had seen was The Fallen One taking something from Evelyn’s corpse. He didn’t understand.
– “Did that masked bastard commit another heinous act?”
Wrath clicked his tongue.
“I saw what came after, through the will The Fallen One left inside my mask.”
Evelyn let out a short sigh, looking at the shattered old woman’s mask.
“That bastard tried to swallow the entire Roser Kingdom and make it his power base. But because I destroyed it, he lost his foothold, so…”
Her eyes lifted to The Fallen One—pure disgust.
“He used my infamy and my soul to subjugate other kingdoms. With my uncle and the monsters still around, it wasn’t difficult.”
She bit her lip, saying he endlessly amplified Merlin’s infamy by using Lokta and the monsters who didn’t have much time left.
“After that, he pretended to be defeated and retreated on purpose, then absorbed the power and wealth of the collapsed kingdoms. He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”
She nodded. That was why Merlin’s infamy had persisted until now.
“Indeed….”
Raon lowered his brows, eyes fixed on The Fallen One, who remained silent.
“The Lokta I saw in your memories and the Lokta I met in the helmet were different. No—very different.”
The Lokta in Evelyn’s memories felt like a gentle uncle more than a knight. The Lokta he faced in the helmet was a cold knight reeking of blood.
He’d wondered why there was such a gap.
Now he had his answer.
“It seems I put a bit of personal emotion into making that mask.”
The Fallen One clicked his tongue as he looked at the broken mask, as if he hadn’t expected it to reveal that much.
He had done things that even the worst human trash wouldn’t do, yet he was brazen to the end.
He was not normal.
“Larian.”
Raon looked at Larian, standing before The Fallen One.
“I’m sorry, but I want you to concede this fight.”
He bowed his head, asking for this one time.
“Request or whatever—I’m telling you it’s impossible.”
Larian waved him off. She understood there was a story, but Evelyn couldn’t win alone.
“I’ll fight with her.”
Raon stepped beside Evelyn, drawing Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Wheel Sword.
“Really? I love you!”
Evelyn clapped, saying they could definitely win if they fought together.
Even now, smiling like that and saying she loved him—she really was Merlin.
– “That Madwoman is a Madwoman after all….”
Wrath shook his head.
“Don’t worry too much.”
Evelyn waved lightly at Larian.
“I’ve caught that trash once before.”
She smiled brightly, saying she could win.
“Haa….”
Larian let out a low breath, looking between Evelyn and Raon.
“I’ll step in immediately if it gets dangerous.”
She nodded, giving them one chance.
“Thank you.”
Raon bowed to her.
“Let’s go!”
Evelyn seemed almost giddy. She bumped her shoulder and rose into the air.
“Please rest for a bit.”
Raon smiled at Mark Gorton, who blinked blankly as if still dazed, then rose up beside Merlin.
“Hoo….”
The Fallen One released a hollow breath, as if dumbfounded.
“You seem too confident just because you’ve reached transcendence. I am not the Sage you knew back then.”
He gripped the mask of the beautiful young man and flashed a chilling light in his eyes.
“I’ve changed too. Because I know how crazy you are.”
Evelyn lifted her chin, as if telling him to start.
“Raon, just focus on beheading that bastard.”
She spread her hands with a faint smile.
“I’ll handle the rest.”
She took a deep breath, saying she would cover defense and control.
“Okay.”
Raon nodded calmly.
‘I even caught the Black Tower Lord. There’s no reason I can’t kill The Fallen One.’
He had used Sword Field Creation, so his energy was heavily drained, but he still had enough to fight.
“Very well.”
The Fallen One smiled thinly.
“I will kill you two. No—everyone here.”
Light and darkness rose in both hands. This time, they didn’t spread vaguely. They began to rotate, condensing into circles.
‘That is…’
Raon frowned.
‘Spheres?’
Spheres were a method mages used to condense Mana densely and cast stronger spells faster.
“Hmph.”
Evelyn snorted, unfazed by the enormous magical power.
Snap!
She snapped her fingers.
The Spheres of light and darkness halted mid-rotation.
Boom!
The Spheres, their Mana flow abruptly stopped, swelled as if boiling—then exploded.
“Ugh!”
The Fallen One frowned at his hand. He’d already been hit once, so it wasn’t torn apart, but he looked genuinely rattled.
“You have no idea how much I’ve studied you, do you?”
Evelyn tilted her chin at his sunken eyes.
“Even while I was losing my memories, I kept thinking about it. How to break your spells. How to destroy your magic.”
She curled the corners of her lips, saying she had studied every spell and every technique he used.
“You wouldn’t have had any malice toward me back then, would you?”
The Fallen One shook off the turbid energy clinging to his hand, frowning.
“At first, it was curiosity, and…”
Evelyn turned her gaze to Raon beside her.
“After I was drawn to Raon, it was to tell him the weaknesses that could kill you.”
She shrugged.
“I didn’t have the ability back then, so I had no choice but to take the hits even when I knew…”
As she moved her Mana-imbued fingertips, the light The Fallen One had been preparing behind his back melted away.
“Now that I have the bond Raon made for me, I can do anything.”
She smiled coolly, saying she had no confidence in losing.
“You must have been brainwashed.”
“I broke it. No—it broke.”
Evelyn leaned on Raon’s shoulder, breathing low.
“True love is great.”
She sneered, saying the monster who toyed with time wouldn’t understand.
– “Yeah. That’s a Madwoman alright.”
Wrath shook his head.
“Haa….”
Raon let out a deep sigh, raising Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Wheel Sword.
“Well. Very well.”
The Fallen One’s voice chilled.
“After I kill you again, I will scrape your soul to the bottom and use it.”
Countless weapons of light and darkness formed above his hands.
“Let’s end this long, twisted relationship today.”
He fired them before Evelyn could even begin another spell.
Whoo-oong!
Swords, blades, spears, arrows, daggers, axes, hammers—each moved differently, as if more than simple magic, and rushed toward Raon and Evelyn.
‘First, defend—’
Raon was about to block and counter, but he felt Evelyn’s Mana rise from behind.
Woo-oong!
Pure Mana spread like a net, enveloping and erasing every incoming weapon.
“I told you. Leave the back to me.”
She extended a finger as if ordering him forward.
“Okay.”
Raon trusted her and strode in, bringing Heavenly Drive down.
“Hm.”
The Fallen One raised a shield of darkness with his right hand, but Evelyn threaded her Mana into the wave again.
“This is—!”
Raon didn’t miss the moment The Fallen One’s reaction slowed.
He extended Crimson Flash to its limit and aimed for the arm.
Thwack!
But The Fallen One reacted in time, befitting a transcendent. Instead of losing the arm, he took a deep cut across the back of his hand.
“You’d better prepare yourself.”
Evelyn’s sharp eyes pinned The Fallen One as he frowned.
“Today is the day your soul gets thrown into the gutter.”
“Ha… did she really interpret The Fallen One’s magic in that fleeting moment?”
Larian let out a hollow breath at Evelyn’s technique—when the Devouring Fiend moved.
Swish.
Like a ghost that had inherited the power of Pelin, he vanished into the air and reappeared behind Larian, swinging down his black scythe.
It was an annihilating strike that could absorb both souls and Mana.
Clang!
Without even turning, Larian shifted only four daggers and cleanly blocked it.
“I’ll play with you later. Wait.”
“Magic Tower Lord Larian….”
As the Devouring Fiend spoke her name, jet-black energy rose from the scythe.
“You’d better not ignore me.”
The black energy flared.
Larian’s daggers trembled, as if their power were being eaten away.
“That scythe…”
Larian frowned at the black scythe pushing her daggers back.
“It’s no ordinary object.”
A weapon that could absorb even the Mana and magic imbued in her daggers wasn’t something made by normal means.
“You may know every spell in the world, but it’s meaningless. Because no magic works on me.”
The Devouring Fiend lifted his chin, arrogant.
“I am the nemesis of all mages.”
“How many people’s blood have you sucked so far?”
Larian asked, ignoring his posturing entirely.
“What…?”
“That’s not how you conduct experiments.”
As she snorted, other daggers floated up to reinforce the block.
Tear!
But the Devouring Fiend’s scythe absorbed her Mana and magic again, unfolding even deeper darkness.
“Meaningless act—”
He was about to sneer.
Thwack!
A hole—like an arrow strike—opened clean through his shoulder.
“Wh-what….”
He staggered, reaching for it—then his right thigh was pierced as well.
“Ugh….”
His chin trembled as he stared at the bleeding wounds.
“You don’t know your place.”
Larian smiled and raised a new dagger imbued with lightning and wind.
“Nemesis? There’s no such thing for a mage. Because anything can be broken through research.”
With a flick of her fingertips, a long hole opened in the Devouring Fiend’s abdomen.
“Th-this is….”
His eyes widened as understanding struck.
“Speed with wind and lightning!”
“That’s right.”
Larian nodded, blue eyes flashing.
“That black energy doesn’t cover your entire body. If I pierce you before you can react, that’s enough.”
She shifted her shoulder, almost casual.
The Devouring Fiend’s arm tore off roughly.
“Kuaaaack!”
He doubled over, clutching at the severed limb.
“Know when to stay out of it.”
Larian tilted her chin at the fiend writhing in pain.
“I am the Magic Tower Lord of the Five Kings.”
“Hiss….”
The Devouring Fiend’s eyes shook beneath that overwhelming aura.
Just as Larian was about to crush his head with a dagger—
Kugwaaaaaang!
With a massive roar, The Fallen One spread all his wings of light and darkness.
‘From now on…’
Larian lowered her brows at the ominous Mana surging from him.
‘It’s the real beginning.’
‘This is huge…’
Raon frowned at The Fallen One, who finally looked truly enraged.
Kugugugugugu!
Vortices of light and darkness rose around him.
It was power enough to swallow not only the mountain beneath them, but the entire region. Sweat gathered in the hand gripping Raon’s sword.
‘Evelyn can’t block this alone.’
The vortices contained enormous Mana and layered spells.
No matter how much Evelyn had studied his magic—and no matter that she had reached transcendence—this wasn’t something she could handle alone.
Swish!
Raon began preparing Flame Wall and the Fragrance of No Gold, reversing Heavenly Drive.
“Go forward.”
Evelyn’s voice was gentle.
Not to defend—attack.
“Trust me and go forward.”
She nodded again.
“You really don’t know your place.”
The Fallen One twisted his lips, pride wounded by her words.
“I will erase everything.”
As he lifted his fingertips, the storm swelled, swallowing the entire mountain.
Crack!
Trees, bushes, rocks—everything crumbled into powder. The mountain itself was being shaved away.
It was beyond human power.
Absolute magic worthy of a transcendent.
– “Still, try it.”
Wrath tilted his chin at Evelyn.
– “Trust her this time.”
‘Unexpected.’
Raon smiled faintly.
– “What?”
‘Before, you would’ve called her a crazy woman and said never to trust her.’
– “Th, that’s….”
Wrath faltered, as if startled by his own change.
‘Anyway. You’re a good guy too.’
Raon looked forward again.
Kugugugugugu!
The colossal vortex gnawed at the mountain as it closed in.
‘Yeah. I should trust her this time.’
He abandoned defense and kicked off the torn air.
He rushed straight into the vortex—no, toward The Fallen One behind it—wrapping Aura around both swords.
Kugugugugu!
Even as the vibration made his skin ache, he didn’t slow.
‘If I trusted her once, I’ll trust her to the end.’
Considering Evelyn’s life, telling him to trust her took resolve.
So he resolved to die here, thinking only of the strike.
Whoo-oong!
The vortex of light brushed his hair. The darkness tore off his uniform sleeve.
Just as light and darkness were about to melt bone and muscle—
Woo-oong!
Evelyn’s faintly glowing Mana descended before his eyes.
The vortex froze, as if turned to stone.
The absolute magic The Fallen One had created scattered into fine smoke, erased without a trace.
Thaaang!
The moment the vortex vanished, Raon stepped into Supreme Harmony Step with Extreme Aura and closed the distance.
“Crazy….”
The Fallen One hurriedly tried to raise his defense, but Raon’s blades were already within range.
Raon Zieghart Style Swordsmanship: Silver Sword Dream and Flawless Sea of Flames.
The red wave of Flawless Sea of Flames pierced The Fallen One’s heart.
The faint slash of Silver Sword Dream swept across his neck.
Slash!
Comments for chapter "Chapter 1003"
4.7
111
votes
Article Rating
Subscribe
Login
0 Comments
Oldest
Newest
Most Voted
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments