The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 178

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Trika bowed her head.

There was no word between the two for a while.

Jamie waited quietly for him.

Moments later, Trika raised her head and asked Jamie.

"What happened? Why, then, why did you send me to the Demon Realm?"

" I didn't know it was a magical place.

Jamie recalled the time.

"Then My only thought was to keep all children, including you, away from me. Defeat was certain."

I couldn't kill him in my last fight with Janice.

That was my last chance.

If Zenith was killed, the 12 gods would have become 11 gods, and the gnomes would have had a hard time supporting themselves due to an empty seat.

However, it failed, and the 12 gods became whole.

I sensed defeat.

If he had tried to fight with all his strength, he would have endured a little longer.

However, it would only take more time and the result would not change, and it was clear that all the minions would have died bitterly with him.

"I didn't like that."

Diablo didn't think of creatures as merely tools. We had too many fights together for that.

The creatures were his family, his associates, and his friends.

Even if they died, they hoped to somehow survive.

So, I ordered all the workhorses and undead to leave. Since the order was absolute, they could not disobey, even if they complained.

But Trika was an exception.

-I will perish by the side of the master. So even if you order me to leave, I will disobey. Because that's the privilege the Lord has given me.

The Dark Knight he trusted like the 3rd Fellow Master he created.

The undead knight, who always took the lead as the vanguard of the battlefield, was the only one that was not suppressed by orders.

It was set up that way to win the war. Because I knew I would definitely defeat the 12 gods.

But when things got worse, there was no way to get him to leave. So, the chosen method was to move it to another dimension.

He wanted his life to go on until all his black mana was consumed.

"But I didn't know that the place they were moved to was the Demon Realm. I'm sorry.

Fine. As a result, I was able to meet the master again like this."

As said, if the place they were moved to was not the Demon Realm, their black mana would have been consumed immediately and would have already disappeared.

As a result, going to the Demon Realm was the correct answer. It was a damn annoying world.

"But the body ."

Trika scanned Jamie's tiny body.

Compared to his previous life, he was really insignificant. Although he was strong for a human, there were plenty of people stronger than the current master.

"What are you going to do? With such a body, there is no chance of swearing at the 12 gods... ."

"Trica. This body has just begun."

"What does that mean?"

"It has been 8 years since I was born. It's only been less than a year since I've fully developed my strength."

At that, Trika's eyes widened.

When it comes to strength that has been achieved in less than a year, the story has changed.

'Even if you have memories of a previous life, you've only faced Beiros at the level of just one year!'

Beiros, the Demon Count and Demon Dragon under his command, was a demon with great potential.

This is because he inherited half the blood of dragons and half of the blood of demons who once rose to the rank of marquis.

If you practice for 100 years, you will soon rise to the rank of Marquis.

However, Jamie faced Beiros with less than a year of training.

'If we had fought properly, we wouldn't have had any trouble with the strength we have now.'

Trika looked at the two humans outside of the Chaos Ocean.

Even Beiros would have been quite dangerous if they had even received their help.

"You are also the lord."

"There is no need to force it. Even if that were the case, it is true that my strength seems to go away now."

"If you have reached that level in just one year, won't you recover the strength of your heyday within 10 years?"

"Trica."

"Say it."

Even after seeing each other again after 60,000 years, Trika still treats herself as her master.

I was very grateful for that attitude. It was because it was not strange to try to swallow it in reverse if it was in a weak state like it is now.

"How are you? I know you went to the Demon Realm, but how did you get that kind of power?"

The current Trika is the Demon King.

The highest undead, the Dark Knight, was very strong in itself, but it was far from being compared to the 12 gods or the demon king.

What happened in the Demon Realm to become the Demon King?

'In my current state, I can't measure the power of Tri-Car.'

One thing is certain, it was a presence that did not seem to be greatly pushed back even compared to the self in his heyday.

"I can't sum it up briefly. It's been that long."

Unlike Behemoth, which endured tens of thousands of years of sleep, Trika opened its eyes and endured over 60,000 years.

Had it not been for the Undead, his mind would have collapsed immediately.

I understand.

"From now on, I will pass on the memories."

Trika touched her temple with her index finger.

As soon as he removed his index finger, a purple thread flowed out from his head.

"It was so vast that I couldn't contain all the memories."

"Even if I had been in my previous life, I would not have been able to endure more than 60,000 years."

"I think so too."

Trika grinned and slowly ran the purple thread through Jamie's head.

At the same time as Jamie's eyes flashed, the memories of the tri-car began to flash through his mind like a panorama.

Jamie, who scanned all the memories, couldn't say anything.

' You've been miserable.'

Even if they were only partially compressed memories, the memories that Trika sent were all history of struggle.

Fight, kill, eat.

just repeated it.

To survive, to be strong, to lust.

He endured many humiliations and quenched his anger.

It was a time of hardship.

Only for the sake of master Diablo Volfir.

Jamie looked at the trika.

The eyes of the guy who looked at him with a calm face were not much different from before and now.

'Though you have gone through such a hard time, you haven't changed.'

I would have wanted to annihilate, but I would have known that it would be much more comfortable.

I had nothing to say.

Belatedly, I felt guilty along with the thought of being irresponsible.

I felt sorry for Behemoth, for Jormungand who was somewhere, and for the other minions who might be alive.

Thank you.

I didn't want to make any lame excuses.

He simply bowed his head towards the tri-car that he had moved solely for himself.

"Lord, lord!"

Jamie's head suddenly bowed, and Trika came up to him with a surprised look and stood up.

"Don't do that."

no. You have suffered too much for me."

" I thought that if you were a loyalist, you should."

loyalist.

Jamie felt her heart ache.

I didn't question why my heart was hurting.

I got rid of the emotion, but now you know it, don't you?

'It was, after all, nothing more than a suggestion.'

He just believed that he had castrated his emotions.

So I did not accept it, and denied everything.

But over the past year, I've been through a lot of things, and I've come to know about it gradually.

'Emotions are alive.'

Even at this moment, can't you feel the guilt and gratitude for the subordinates through this heart?

The emotions I felt when I first saw Rebecca, when Ricky threw himself to save himself, when he let Bena go, everything.

The past life and the present life are different.

The way you go and what you do will all be different.

decided to do that

"Trica."

"Yes, my lord."

"I will kill the twelve gods."

"It is a wise word."

"But now it's impossible."

everything is lacking

I have just broken through the 7th class wall, but at least I am just standing in front of the starting line.

The power of the previous life surpassed even the 9th class.

At that level, it could be said that it was equivalent to the 12 gods. However, even that was insufficient strength to achieve the goal.

"If you have any orders for me, feel free to order them."

"I have no instructions yet."

Yes?

Jamie raised his hand and grabbed the black mana.

Trika looked up at its owner.

The sharp eyes turned round, and the frizzy black hair became emerald as soft as silk.

Needless to say, his height has gotten smaller, and his voice has only the tone characteristic of a child instead of a profound one.

Still, Trika's small body and soft face seemed to overlap with her previous life.

"When the time comes, I will call you directly ."

Jamie raised an eyebrow and said.

"Then let's fight together."

I won't do it alone anymore.

It's rude to the minions.

I realized it too late.

Trika nodded at that.

"It's something I've been wanting to hear for tens of thousands of years."

"Thank you again for waiting."

"I will be with you until the very end."

The master-slave relationship was once again tightly linked.

* * *

Siegfried saw a black sphere large enough to occupy more than half of the containment space.

I could feel the torrent of power I had experienced for the first time in my life on the black sphere that felt ominous just looking at it.

It felt like my soul was being sucked into me just by getting closer.

"Jamie made this ."

As if he had received a fairly large shock, Simon went closer, not paying attention to the ominous feeling of the sphere.

"It's dangerous."

"It is dangerous to be here. It's not even dangerous to get too close.

Even Siegfried, who was trying to stop him, thought he was right.

I looked up at the sky. From a certain moment, in the sky dyed with purple, an ominous feeling as trembling as a sphere was felt.

As Simon said, there is nothing more dangerous in this situation.

He, too, was curious about the black sphere. It got better because I thought there was no going back anyway.

I followed Simon's back and approached the sphere.

"It's a huge mana. No, is this black mana right?"

I do not know. What is certain is that it has a completely different feel than the warlocks we know."

"I'd like to try some experiments."

Simon was a ferocious experimentalist.

He is the type of person who needs to experiment with everything before his intuition is resolved.

On the other hand, Siegfried was a pragmatist, so he had no desire to dismantle this black mana.

However, as a pragmatist, I had the urge to try my hand at it.

"Seven elders. Even if you are greedy, you can't. I could really die."

Siegfried unconsciously placed his fingertips close to the sphere.

If I had come a little closer, my hand would have reached it, and it was clear that something had happened.

" Thank you.

"Goodbye. Rather, I don't know what's going on inside.

"The inside of the sphere consists of a completely independent space. I can't see through my magic.

"You can't even see through the space magic of the 7 elders. Jamie, what the hell is that guy... ."

What secret do you have?

The two archmage frowned.

"Would it be safer than that?"

"If I had died, the magic would have been lifted."

A black sphere is maintained.

This meant that the caster was still alive.

Magic is sensitive, so even the slightest influence on the caster's mind would quickly upset him.

Of course, there are exceptions. Conversely, taking control of the magic because the opponent's magic skills are exceptionally good.

The demon dragon was obviously terribly powerful, but not enough to steal the magic from Jamie.

So the two of them were able to keep their current state of peace.

'It's a bit like losing your mind and running wild in a situation where you can't intervene anyway.'

But what if Jamie got hit?

Siegfried clenched his fists. My fingernails pierced my skin, and blood gushed out.

An unbearable anger surges over me just by imagining it.

It was the same with Simon.

The two looked at the black sphere without saying a word.

That was then.

"It breaks!"

With Simon's cry, a crack began to open in the black sphere.

Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Go away!

As if coming out of an egg, a purple light leaked out through the cracks in the sphere.

Simon and Siegfried spread their distance, preparing to unleash their magic right away.

Then, as the sphere completely shattered, a purple energy swept through the isolated space.

"Seven elders!"

Yes!

Siegfried immediately joined forces and began to isolate the space by dividing it into several spaces so that no more purple energy could flow out.

Simon made arrangements to put fire into the containment area.

If the enemy survived, it would be charred to ashes as it is.

The two archmages opened their eyes and looked at the center of the sphere.

" Whoa."

A familiar sigh.

Siegfried's eyes widened.

"I think I will live."

Jamie threw a word at the place where the purple energy had disappeared, and started to fall with a weary smile.

Confucius!

Siegfried approached Jamie with a bright smile.

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