Chapter 117: The Mirage King (4)
I carefully explore the underground labyrinth with the Lord’s support.
According to him, magical circles are delicate and very dangerous rituals. Magic has always been something that only those with talents could use, but a magic circle is something those talented spellcasters use to cause large-scale phenomena they wouldn’t be able to exercise normally.
The array, assembled with multiple magic letters, is a lump of magic and a melting pot of powers. This ritual magic, which is prone to going out of control in ways sometimes unpredictable even to its caster due to the interference from the outside, was thus abolished long ago.
Including the fact that the Evil-warding Steel, the metal which absorbs the blessing and is pretty much not produced nowadays, was used lavishly, it’s certain that this underground labyrinth was built quite a long time ago.
‘Look, End. It is put together in a way so that the power of death from the upper layer gathers here.’
The Lord’s words are flowing. As it turns out, the walls that I can only see as a labyrinth, look different to him. I’ve lightly thought about this before too, but the Lord might’ve been a much more powerful spellcaster than I gave him the credit for.
If I had lost and Horus Carmon had become the King of the Dead, there’s a chance that the world might have acquired another terrifying enemy. Shouldn’t the Order of Death Knights be thankful to me and let me join them? I’ll do my job well, you know? I’ll be a real hard worker. Necromancers don’t really have the feeling of camaraderie.
I follow the Lord’s instructions and damage the walls and the floor in order. Senri, who followed me while repelling the assailants from the darkness, said something cruel.
“End, are you perhaps… just winging it?” “I’m not. Has there ever been a time when I did things without a reason?” “…” Senri fell silent with a sorry expression.