The Crazy Mage Reincarnated into a Fallen Family

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Chapter 201: That Incantation, Could it Be? (1)

"Sirius!"

The Alliance Head's booming voice was laced with urgency.

The light emanating from the weapon he held, which was blocking the gaping hole in the barrier, was gradually fading.

As the Demon Realms proliferated, the cold wave intensified, and a massive surge of energy began to concentrate in the ice crystal.

"All knights gather! Manifest your energy simultaneously!"

At Altair's cry, knights gathered around the barrier.

Just as he was about to give the signal with his Dominion Sword drawn...

"Stop."

I quickly stepped in front of Altair.

This time, Black looked at me.

"Is there another way? If we delay, this place could turn into the land of death."

"That's the problem."

The ice crystal swirling in the center beyond the barrier.

It was dangerous to release sword aura haphazardly.

Like dividing cells, the scattering ice fragments would only accelerate the erosion of the land.

Mahon muttered quietly to himself,

"It could actually worsen the situation. The wider the influence of the cold wave, the faster the Demon Realms proliferate..."

Altair slammed his massive sword into the ground, interrupting Mahon.

Bang—

"Are you saying we should just stand by and watch?"

Mahon replied with a frown,

"...Please wait a moment. We need to annihilate it all at once with intense heat."

Just then, the Alliance Head's cry echoed again.

"Sirius!"

His voice was urgent, as if he had reached his limit.

Mahon, with a determined look, glanced around.

"All chiefs gather!"

"Floor Head, the Thousand-Sky Orb isn't ready. To activate Ragnarok again..."

"We'll activate the Hundred Incantation."

Instantly, the faces of the assembled chief mages hardened.

The Hundred Incantation.

An incantation magic that could only be activated after a hundred high-ranking mages chanted for a hundred hours.

The highest-level incantation that the White Magic Tower could cast.

"Floor Head! We don't have enough time!"

"Can't you see the situation?"

"It's dangerous, Floor Head!"

"There's no time."

Even now, the Demon Realms were continuing to multiply.

"I pray for the flames of purification!"

Mahon, stepping into the center of the breached barrier, chanted the first verse.

At the same time, the expressions of the chief mages hardened even further.

They knew there was no turning back.

Originally, mages were those who meticulously prepared everything and chanted calculated incantations to prepare for any situation, but now was not the time for that.

Once a large-scale incantation began, it couldn't be stopped.

Twenty high-ranking mages lined up around Mahon in a square formation, chanting their assigned parts.

The flow of mana around the formation began to fluctuate.

"Commander!"

Suddenly, I looked to my left at the sound of voices and saw that the brats had arrived.

Zion, Makan, Arin, Iron, and Palge...

Zion, after looking at the breached barrier and grasping the situation, looked at me.

"Commander, don't tell me this is..."

"Yes."

Everyone lined up beside me without saying a word.

They could sense that the atmosphere was too serious to step forward.

Moreover, I hadn't made any move yet.

Wheezing—!

The gale grew stronger.

A bone-chilling cold.

The cold wave emanating from the ice crystal soared into the sky, and the ash-gray sky began to turn white.

"The sky... is freezing?"

As someone said, it looked as if the sky itself was freezing.

Suddenly, a powerful shockwave erupted from the Demon Realm swirling around the ice crystal.

Clank—!

Its path was directed towards where the mages were gathered.

Black swung his black sword horizontally from where he stood, and the jet-black sword aura split the shockwave horizontally.

Then, Altair looked around and shouted,

"Protect the scholars!"

Meanwhile, the number of people continued to grow.

I saw the mercenary groups we had encountered in the Demon Realm, and the Guild Master of the Golden Myriad Trading Guild was also present.

Knights who had reached a certain level formed a circle around the mages, protecting them as they waited for their incantation to be completed.

The moment everyone's attention focused on the mages of the White Magic Tower...

"I call down the rain of fire!"

Cough—

Mahon, spitting out a mouthful of blood, stretched out both hands and shouted.

At the same time, the faces of the high-ranking mages lined up around him turned pale, and blood trickled from their mouths.

It was the price of activating the Hundred Incantation, which required a long preparation period, in such a short time.

"I call down the rain of fire!"

The unstably fluctuating flow of mana pointed towards a single incantation.

A strange heat began to gather above the encroaching cold wave.

Crimson fog formed in the sky above the coldness emanating from the ice crystal.

I forced myself to stare straight ahead.

Demon Realms were sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, and the land was being eroded with every passing moment.

I didn't know why this was happening, but simply by facing it head-on, memories of the past resurfaced.

The land of death.

I forcibly suppressed the madness.

Every time my vision blurred, I took a breath to prevent the madness from erupting before it could take over.

'Whew.'

The most powerful spell that could be manifested with Yin dimensional mana was Dark Heavenly Thunder.

Would it be possible?

No matter how many times I simulated it in my mind, it didn't seem feasible.

The destructive power was sufficient, but the range was not enough to cover the entire eroding land.

The reason I was still contemplating despite the worsening situation was that the decision wasn't easy.

Damn it.

I suddenly looked down at the stone bracelet on my wrist.

At most, I would only be able to use one more incantation.

If I made a mistake, it could lead to irreversible consequences.

What would Pelleer have done? What would Pelleer...

"I call down the rain of fire!"

I could guess what Mahon was thinking.

Because I was thinking something similar.

When Mahon and the mages, shouting as if coughing up blood, stretched both hands towards the other side of the barrier...

Finally, the intense heat that had formed above the ice crystal in the center took on a complete form.

Whoosh—!

The shape of a red cloud.

The heat concentrated beneath the cloud expanded its reach, consuming the surrounding coldness.

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"To actually witness the White Magic Tower's large-scale incantation!"

The mages from the three other major towers, recognizing the spell cast by the White Magic Tower mages, let out pure admiration, forgetting the situation around them.

Drip— Drip, drip— Sizzle—

Raindrops fell.

Red raindrops enveloped in heat.

Whoosh—

A rain of fire began to pour from the red clouds that spread as if to cover the sky.

"Oooooh!"

The coldness instantly subsided completely.

Intense heat descended upon the ice crystal, and a rain of fire poured over the entire land eroded by the cold.

Whoosh—!

The Demon Realms, which had been sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, burned, creating a scene as if the land was covered in a sea of fire.

"Wow."

"Indeed... the mages of the White Magic Tower are worthy of recognition."

Pure admiration appeared in the eyes of the knights who witnessed the large-scale magic for the first time.

This also stemmed from a sense of relief that the situation seemed to be quickly coming to an end.

However, the expression of Mahon Sirius, who was chanting the incantation, showed no sign of brightening.

I also stepped forward, gazing at the scene unfolding before me.

'This is insane.'

7th Circle, Rain of Fire.

A large-scale incantation magic that brought down a rain of fire over a wide area.

Although its range was wide enough to cover the entire eroded land, it lacked the decisive destructive power to break the ice crystal swirling in the center.

Moreover, there was no way it could exert its normal power with this kind of divided incantation.

As expected, the coldness, which had momentarily subsided due to the heat, surged back with several times its previous intensity.

Crack—!

The cloud of fire that covered the sky was instantly consumed by the cold and vanished.

The coldness that erupted explosively covered the entire sky in the center, creating a massive ice wall, or rather, an ice sky, so vast it could be called a glacial river.

Clank—

It was then that several powerful shockwaves emanating from the center struck the left and right sides of the barrier.

"Again!"

Mahon, looking at the crumbling barrier, stretched both hands towards the sky with a hardened resolve.

"I pray for the flames of purification!"

"I pray for the flames of purification!"

The mages responded in unison.

However, contrary to their will, the intensity of their mana was weakening.

Black, who had been observing, shook his head.

"It's not enough."

At Black's gesture, Altair immediately called the knights together. The knights who had been watching the situation began to gather around Altair.

"...Wait!"

Mahon urgently called out to Altair while chanting the incantation, but there was no more time to delay.

Altair, who had drawn his sword at the forefront of the assembled knights, looked at Black.

In an instant, the noisy clamor disappeared, and the air grew heavy...

Black drew his jet-black sword and opened his mana core.

"Let's go."

"Put it away."

"What?"

"Put it away. A sword won't work. I'll go."

"..."

My mind was made up.

Black, who met my eyes, nodded immediately, but the other knights looked bewildered.

Whizz—!

A sound as if tearing through the air.

Altair, the Six Dominion Sword, was one of them.

A powerful sword aura, as if from a divine being, exploded from his sword, striking the ice crystal.

"Dominion Sword Aura!"

The admiration and exclamations were short-lived.

The remnants of the ice crystal, not completely destroyed by the sword aura, scattered in all directions, scattering cold air.

At the same time, an enormous ice wall rose once again from the center of the swirling Demon Realm.

A look of bewilderment flashed across Altair's eyes, but I didn't respond to him.

I spoke to Black,

"There might be an aftereffect."

Black asked back,

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. You handle the aftereffect."

Then, I looked to my left.

The squad members had been standing silently beside me without saying a word.

I met their eyes one by one.

"Support me from behind."

The squad members didn't ask what they were supposed to support.

And I didn't say anything more.

Because it was something that would happen naturally when the time came.

We already had that kind of relationship.

"..."

I finally took a step forward and opened all the circles in my heart.

Wheee—

One, two, three, four, five, six.

At that moment, as all the circles spun as if burning and the mana in the atmosphere seemed to reach saturation...

Mahon and the mages, who were chanting the incantation, simultaneously looked at me.

"Don't do it!"

Ignoring them, I manipulated the bracelet on my wrist.

[Broken Joy]

Wheeeee—

The mana in the atmosphere fluctuated violently.

Beside the six furiously spinning circles, one more circle appeared.

7th Circle.

The mana wave flowing through the seven circles rotating in my core triggered an unprecedented surge of joy and passion throughout my body, unlike anything I had felt before.

The level of my past comrades, which I was experiencing for the first time.

—Langrish Ifrit.

The name that the Samael mages used to invoke when chanting high-level incantations.

"The source of blazing rage and cold wind."

A will and a cry to manifest the most powerful inner image externally.

Can you believe in yourself?

If someone were to ask me, I would shake my head.

This is a representation of will.

Whoosh—!

Nothing has changed since the day I was reborn into this body and manifested an incantation in front of Hector Kart.

What I believe in is Samael.

"A solitary flame that exists unseen. An inextinguishable source of heat that sees eternity in a fleeting moment. From the deepest depths, within the strongest will, I embody the sun of creation that destroys all that withers, and I desire thus:"

An incantation that blossoms by inheriting the will of my past comrades who have manifested countless incantations.

With the will manifested in my mind, I glared at the frozen sky.

"I manifest here the unknown flames of purification that exist beyond the veiled darkness."

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