The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 34

: okay (2)

Ricky rubbed his eyes with a tired face.

Then, realizing that he was looking at Jamie, he jumped up and grabbed his shoulders.

Are you okay?!

Ricky looked at Jamie's condition with worried eyes.

It was a mess.

He looked at Jamie, crying.

"How did it go?"

what the. Are you worrying about me first while being like that?"

Well?

Innocent expression.

Jamie was not funny. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the subject that he almost died by throwing himself for himself.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

What do you not know when you are still young? Even with that thought, the fact that he was willing to sacrifice for himself did not change.

the guy

Ricky is a benefactor.

uh? But why are your eyes like that?"

At that time, Ricky tilted his head with a look that found something strange.

"Why is it purple?"

The Welton eyes were famous for their beautiful emerald-colored eyes.

But now, Jamie's eyes were purple, even a little dull.

what? Why is my body doing this again?"

Then, later, he checked his condition.

"The tickling feeling What else is this?"

I felt a little uncomfortable at the same time.

It felt like two things were wriggling inside my body.

Ricky frowned and looked at Jamie.

Jamie opened her mouth.

"You are now an apostle of God and an undead."

" what?

"An apostle of God and an undead."

what is that?

Riki did not know neither the apostles of the gods nor the undead.

because I didn't learn.

Jamie gave Ricky the details of what the two were.

"The apostle of God refers to the one closest to God, and the undead refers to a living corpse. And it's the warlock who summons the undead.

Even though he didn't learn it, Ricky knew what a warlock was.

They were a vicious bunch, ignoring the dignity of life and committing evil deeds when necessary without a sense of guilt.

Even in many hero stories, the main villain was mainly a demon king or a warlock.

Jamie tells herself that she has become an undead by such an evil being.

uh ."

Ricky was confused.

I didn't know how to take this.

Before that, why did he become an undead?

"I made it that way."

Jamie's sudden confession.

Ricky's eyes widened.

"I am a warlock. A warlock who made you undead."

Ah.

"There was no time to recover you, who was almost dying. Had I left it alone, it would have been dead. Somehow I didn't like that. Is it because you were the benefactor who gave yourself for me? Well. I don't know. just. uh. just.

The body moved on its own.

Pyro is right. Making him undead is an insult to him. But I wanted to know. why are you doing this If you watch it from the side, I thought you might be able to figure out why.

Silence passed.

The two looked at the ground and didn't say anything.

After some time passed, Ricky was the first to speak.

like that.

Ricky's expression hardened.

Then he nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"It's all right."

At that, Jamie shook her head. His expression was slightly distorted.

What Called?

"It's all right. Because it was all to save me. And I thought all warlocks were bad guys, but I know you're a good person too.

Ricky doesn't know anything.

What kind of person Jamie is. So you can say something like that.

"I tried to kill you. your brother too."

"But you didn't kill me."

Ricky responded with a smile.

he's right

He didn't even want to see Ricky die, so he made him undead.

Rather, he did something even more heinous, but Ricky didn't care.

"So you are a good boy."

I'm not good.

Rather, he is a terrible being who is anxious to destroy everything in the world.

But the words did not come out of his throat.

Jamie said with a bitter face.

"Are you forgiving me?"

"Forgive and sleep, that's what you did for me."

The undead are the dead after all.

Unlike Azad and Liza, Ricky did not sign a master-slave contract due to the Pyro's intervention, so his self-consciousness remained.

I could hate Jamie enough. There was nothing to say, even if I couldn't put it in my mouth.

Still, Ricky laughed.

"Honestly, it is shocking. I am the undead."

I am no longer a living being.

That fact was shocking, but frankly, I don't know what has changed visually.

Maybe he would have changed his mind if his body had turned into a terrifying monster, but at least it doesn't matter now.

Jamie took a deep breath.

"Even though it's an undead, it's hard for even a high-ranking priest to notice because he put so much effort into it. Above all, the divinity contained within you is unusual, so you may not even think of an undead."

right. Did I say he was an apostle of God? Then this tickling feeling."

"It's divine power. It's the Pyro's.

"If it's a Pyro, it's the god Lars-hyung worships."

Ricky smirked.

"I am God I hated God before, but what ironic situation is this?"

Betrayed by Zenith, he abandoned all his religious beliefs and filled it with anger against God.

Ironically, however, his talent as an apostle blossomed.

"Interestingly, the Pyro had a hostile relationship with Janice."

"Is that really true?"

"After all, it's an enemy."

A word popped into Ricky's mind.

'Destiny.'

Things rolled around as if it was supposed to be like this.

Jamie also found this part quite interesting.

The human who nearly fell into despair because of Zenith turned out to be the Pyro's only apostle.

I've never seen such a case before.

"Anyway, you are in good balance now. It's because I have the powers of an Apostle, but also the abilities of an Undead."

"But how can the two be together?"

Common sense was that divine and black magic could not coexist.

This is because the divine is the natural enemy of black magic.

Ricky's divinity is the power of an apostle. No matter how powerful black magic was, he could not endure it and had to be extinguished.

In other words, it was normal for Ricky's body to die without being able to withstand the collision of the two forces.

"It's because the black magic I use is very different from the modern black magic."

"The black magic you use?"

"You don't have to go there. Anyway, you and I are on the same boat."

Huh.

Like it or not, the two became inseparable from each other.

Then Ricky, who was staring at Jamie, put a hand on his shoulder. I was about to ask why, but the light got angry and covered my body.

" !"

Jamie's eyes widened.

All wounds healed.

As the light disappeared, the body, which had been covered with scars, was completely healed.

"I tried it because I thought it would work, but it really does."

Ricky looked at my hand in surprise.

I didn't know how to use recovery magic. I would never have learned

This is the talent of the apostle.

Thank you.

"Thank you."

And.

At that time, I could feel the presence of Lars and the Shadow Knights in the distance.

Jamie frowned and spoke quickly.

"You must never say that you met me. Speaking of being a black magician, of course."

Sure.

"When you see me again, you act as usual."

"It's natural, too."

"You know what the apostles do. know?

"I am not that stupid."

"Okay then."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Jamie took refuge before Lars could feel his presence.

Ricky was a little surprised when Jamie disappeared like a lie.

I knew that he had great magical talent, but honestly, I didn't know he was at this level.

'But how did you become a warlock?'

I had such a question, but as soon as Lars arrived, it disappeared like a lie.

Ricky!

brother!

Ricky got up and ran to Lars.

* * *

Jamie returned to the room and took a deep breath.

Ricky healed all the wounds, but there was nothing he could do about fatigue.

"I'll have to take care of my clothes first."

it's all over

Indeed. I'm exposed to all kinds of attacks, but wanting to be okay is greed.

By the way, if even one of the maids saw this, it was clear that the road would run wild about what had happened.

And it will go into your parents' ears.

"It's not difficult."

Undressed, Jamie magically burned the clothes.

There were so many clothes that they rotted anyway. Even if one suit disappears, no one will know.

Jamie put on her pajamas and sat on the bed.

black.

Black was summoned onto the bed.

Black was messed up with doppelganger magic on his behalf. Even after being summoned, he was restlessly sleeping to recover.

"It was a lot of trouble."

Although he didn't have much left, he raised black mana and injected it into Black.

'It's me, there's the whole-body breathing method.'

After you sleep, you will be better than you are now.

It will take a few days to be complete though.

After summoning Black back, he lay flat on his back. The whole body was numb. If you close your eyes like this, you will go straight to dreamland... .

awhile.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Jamie woke up.

He frowned and looked around.

"Why are you so quiet?"

It is natural to be quiet at night.

But now it was impossible to be quiet.

Because he brainwashed Lincoln and ordered Earl Wellton to expose all the secrets of the Zenith.

If it had entered the Earl's ears, it would have been normal if it was quite noisy, no matter how late it was.

surely.

Jamie got out of bed and went out the door.

I slid down the round stairway across the long hallway as it was.

And it was just when I got to the front door.

quiver-

With the sound of the door opening, a series of hordes entered.

Jamie hurriedly hid herself and tilted her head slightly to examine their identities.

'Las.'

It seems that they had already found the warp.

Without delay, Lars went to the Count's bedroom. It was very rude, but given the seriousness of the current situation, it could not be helped.

Jamie chuckled and went back to the room.

After a while, the house started to get a little noisy.

I was sure there.

"I got hit."

Apparently Lincoln was eliminated.

* * *

late dawn.

Earl Wellton put on his armor and headed somewhere with the enlisted men.

Next to him, Lars with a sharp expression, was emitting a terrifying light.

"You are one step late."

It was the Count who opened his mouth.

Lars's expression was distorted like a monster.

"These children, cut off their tails !"

They saw the crowd swarming in the distance.

At this late hour, dozens of people were looking at something at the same time.

That was the Zenith Church.

To be precise, it was a corpse stuck high above the entrance to the Zenith Bridge.

"This is Bishop Lincoln."

"I know."

Lincoln, whose head had been severed, was forcibly tied to his neck and pinned to the towering pole at the entrance.

terrible sight.

The Count made his way through the crowd.

There stood a series of hordes covering their bodies in white cloth.

Familiar sentences were drawn on their chests.

"This is Zenith. Judging by their attire, they are probably 'the judges'."

"If you're a judge, are you referring to the armed forces of the Zenith Church?"

Yeah.

I think I know roughly what it feels like.

The Count and Lars approached them.

Among the judges, the only one with a red crest bowed his head politely toward the count.

"Nice to meet you, Earl Wellton. We are the judges of the Zenith Church. We apologize for not being able to reveal the name of the referee due to the nature of the referee."

As Lars said, the referee was right.

"What are the judges doing here?"

When the Earl lowered his voice and asked them, the Chief Judge politely pointed to Lincoln's corpse and answered.

"We were tracking the heresy by order from our superiors. In the meantime, he found this in Heis, and confirmed that Bishop Lincoln was a traitor to the doctrine, even confessed to him, and then executed him. I am very sorry to show you such a cruel scene so late in the morning."

Lars saw the small bottle the judge held out.

A small worm was wriggling in it, and the worm contained 'divineity'.

It was a chimera made by a chimera creator.

Lars couldn't stand it and shouted at him.

"Such a self-made play !"

stop.

However, the Count's restraint prevented him from continuing to speak.

Lars looked at the Count with a look on his face as to why he stopped, but the Count did not look back at him and approached the judge.

You're pretty brave by the way.

"What do you mean?"

Earl Wellton grinned at that blatant answer

"How dare you commit 'murder' on my estate."

thud-

The referee's knees fell.

As the judges behind them approached, they reached out and stopped them.

The kneeling referee stuck out his tongue at the frightening pressure.

'This is Earl Wellton.'

Earl Wellton squatted down and made eye contact with the Judge.

He said.

"Do you all want to die?"

The judge thought.

Earl Wellton's eyes are that of a beast.

- Continued on next episode -