The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 76

: Gramia (2)

A force that seeks secrets and seeks to pioneer the world.

At Beiryl's words, Jamie thought of a human that didn't exist now.

'Ganon.'

I don't know if he was trying to open up a world, but a warlock who explored secrets that humans could not reach.

He had the Perfect Cell, one of Jamie's three great gods, and for some reason was a human who knew the existence of Diablo Volfir.

Was there anyone else in the world who wanted to find out the secrets of the world?

'I didn't conclude that there wasn't, but I didn't know that we would meet so soon.'

Jamie pretended not to know.

Wow. something nice There are people like that."

"Isis is the head of that place."

Aha. It was a person's name."

"Not a person."

At Beiryl's words, Jamie looked at him with round eyes.

If you're not human, does that mean you're of a different race?

There was no interaction with other races that were close to humans.

In the old days, elves and dwarves had been close to humans, but after some sort of incident, their relationship began to fall apart.

It wasn't an antagonistic relationship, but the reality was that they didn't care about each other anymore.

Beiryl added, perhaps noticing Jamie's thoughts.

"Because there are always different kinds."

i See.

"Has your curiosity been quenched a little?"

" Yes. Thanks for telling me."

Beiryl said to Jamie as she bowed her head.

"All I can say is this. There will come a time when you will have to make a choice."

At those words, Jamie looked at Beiryl again, but he had already looked away from him.

He kept his mouth shut, as if he wasn't going to say any more.

'It was before. If you listen, you will have to choose... .'

Jamie didn't agree, but Beiryl started talking.

It was caring for himself.

Beiryl took all responsibility and told me about the Frontier.

Of course, that would be only a fraction of it.

'What choice should I make?'

Beiryl's words were not meant for a child.

Even with great talent, Jamie is still a kid. At least that's how others saw it.

Or are you sure that you will one day set foot in that world?

I wanted to ask, but he won't tell me anything. Because I nailed it because I had nothing more to say.

'By the way, Isisra . If it's a different race... .'

The Frontier seemed to be a force of several races united.

'By the way, Theberon allowed Beiryl to enter Gremia as soon as Isis was mentioned.'

Gramia was created 600 years ago.

Contextually, Gramia is related to a person named Isis. That meant he was at least 600 years old.

'Are you an elf?'

Jamie envisioned a race with a lifespan of more than 600 years.

'Dragon, Elf, and Ran.'

Except it's not a dragon.

If so, it's either an elf or Ran, and Ran's last contact with humanity has been hundreds of years ago.

So, I thought he was probably the elf he had the most contact with.

The leader of a secret group believed to be an elf.

Suharo had a sword master. I don't know how big it will be, but it certainly won't be small.

'I don't know what to choose, and I would definitely like to meet you if there is a chance.'

The key to the secret they were looking for was none other than Jamie.

Even if it's not Beiril's words, fate will one day make him meet a man named Isis.

What was important was how useful the organization called Frontier was.

'The link has already been made.'

Jamie clenched a fern-like fist.

I haven't decided yet whether I should walk a different path from my previous life. So, I decided to try a lot.

The new path may or may not be correct.

I'm used to failure.

Don't be discouraged though.

'You don't have to give up.'

Didn't you get your hands on the secret that would shake the Zenith Church?

It was different in many ways from when I moved alone in my previous life.

And arrived at the destination.

"It is here."

"Is this where you slept?"

"The important thing is to put it in the safest place originally."

All of Gremia's trials were difficult but surmountable.

If he lacks strength, he would not be able to overcome the last ordeal of Tiberon, so he was not wrong.

"Originally, you should have gone through trials too, but it was meaningless, so I omitted them all."

Beiryl nodded without a word.

Theberon looked at Jamie.

"Fulfill your promises."

" Okay.

Jamie made an appointment with Theberon.

If he comes up to the ground and fights Reeta, he decides to hand over the authority of the submaster.

Jamie didn't need it anyway. He couldn't even move from the forest, and his useful abilities were too strong to be used properly.

It was all about fucking Theberon.

So I made a promise to hand over the power.

"If that's the case, didn't you ask for it earlier?"

"It takes strength to open a door."

The power of Gremia is operated by the manager's will and thoughts.

Theberon is saying that even thinking is difficult.

Guess who isn't a bear.

As Jamie touched the floor, a blue circuit spread throughout the ruins and then to Theberon.

he said with a smile.

"Actually, if it is not the master's authority, all authority is supposed to be revoked as soon as you leave the forest of Mirin."

What?

"Did you ever think that an outsider like you could completely take over this important place?"

"Then why did you respond to my request for help?"

"It's stupid. Can't you just watch the forest get messed up? I'm just waiting for you to bow down and ask me to come.

"A naive and clumsy bearded child."

"That's a compliment."

The creators of Gremia seemed to have in mind a situation in which their buildings would be stolen by someone.

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"Anyway, I'll take it out from now on."

As Theberon sat down and concentrated, the whole of Gramia began to shake.

The authority of the 'Second Master' that Jamie had stolen and the authority granted only to Theberon became one.

The whole room was dyed blue.

Jamie felt all her power converging into the center of the floor.

All the circuits were entangled, and the seal that had fallen asleep within it began to be slowly dismantled.

The pillars rose.

It was clear that the pillars full of ancient words were not accessible even with the master's authority that Jamie had given them.

'What the hell did you hear?'

Theberon beckoned Beiryl to come closer.

Beiryl took a deep breath, pulled out his sword and set it on the floor.

He approached the pillar with a light body and nodded as if he was ready.

"I will open it."

A line appeared that cuts half of the column.

At Theberon's will, the column began to split in half exactly around the line.

Fucking Jigsaw!!

Quiet rumble!!

There was a spark that was hard to look at, and lightning was scattered in all directions.

Jamie quickly opened the shield, but the lightning didn't even reach him.

A strong wind was blocking the lightning.

"So that's why you came."

Theberon said with a face of understanding.

Beiryl shoved her hand into the lightning bolts frantically bouncing between the pillars.

The lightning, which could not be stopped even by the wind, moved with the momentum to destroy everything as soon as it touched Beiryl's hand.

The sword master's skin burned black.

Amid the terrible burning pain, Beiryl gripped the contents without moving.

and pulled it out quickly.

that !"

Jamie's eyes filled with astonishment.

Beiryl lifted the thing in her hand high.

Theberon said the name of the one that draws out powerful lightning just by being there.

"Thunder Dragon Sword Gram. The Dragon Slayer has awakened."

The sword of lightning with its blue blade awoke from its long slumber and howled.

* * *

Lars was riding a horse with the Paladins and running to the forest of Myrine.

But now he had turned to the direction of the church again.

The other paladins didn't feel it, but he definitely felt it. The powerful deity of Zenith that arose from the church.

'You have to go fast!'

The speed of the horse going up the hill was slowed.

Lars jumped off his horse and used the 'Sword of Judgment'.

The cloak of light flapped and ran uphill in an instant. The maintenance time isn't long, but now wasn't the time to worry about that.

He sprinted towards the church at the top.

Reaching the top in an instant, he opened the door without hesitation and entered the church.

There was no sense of popularity.

As soon as I entered the main hall, someone in the distance was sitting leaning against the wall.

An old man in a pure white priest's uniform soaked in blood, breathing intermittently.

"The Archbishop!"

It was Archbishop Sepira.

Lars ran straight to him and checked his condition.

There was a large cut on his chest, and a hole in his stomach as if he had been pierced three times.

In addition, there were large and small wounds here and there.

They were all wounds that had just been created.

" Is it Sir Lars?"

Sepira opened her mouth with difficulty.

"Wow, what happened? Why didn't you use Healing?!"

Jamie carefully traced Sephira's wounds.

And I learned that a powerful divinity was engulfing the wound.

" Another divinity is interfering."

A stronger divinity is blocking Sephira's divinity.

He was the only three archbishops of the Pyro Church. Except for the Pope and the Saints, he was the most powerful divine being.

Zenith's divinity, stronger than that, was preventing her from recovering.

If a person of the Zenith Church possesses this level of divinity... .

"Are you Seven Knights?"

They were the only ones with swords and archbishop-level divinity.

"Uh, come on Come on, the Apostle, the Saints, and the Saints ."

"Great, Archbishop!"

"Back, back. Come on, follow me... Cool cool!"

Sepira's breathing became heavy.

"Are you okay?!"

I It's okay."

He smiled faintly, trying to reassure Lars as much as possible.

The intention was so obvious, it hurt my heart even more.

5 years as the number of years Lars was assigned to Apton.

Sepira was the most compassionate priest he had ever seen and set an example for everyone.

From the attitude of worshiping God to the attitude toward people.

Everyone watched and learned from him.

To Lars, Sephira was a teacher in life. He always listened to advice, and he always listened to Lars' concerns with pleasure.

"I still have a lot of things I want to say."

"I want to hear more from you, too. However It must be difficult."

Lars squeezed his hand.

However, Sepira did not give strength to her hand. Power drained from his body.

"I will definitely take revenge."

" It's not revenge.

"What do you mean? The one who made you like this... !"

"You're going to protect it. So, let's go."

"The Archbishop!"

"I will go to the goddess ."

I couldn't finish the word Sephiroth.

Lars clenched his teeth as he looked at the dead Archbishop without even closing his eyes.

I don't know what kind of motherfucker made him like this, but he couldn't stand it.

Sephira said to protect it, but this boiling rage was calling for revenge.

He was the archbishop of a religion. I mean, he wasn't a great man to be killed so mercilessly.

He closed Sepira's eyes and gently laid him down.

"How could you say I should forget you like this? I will definitely pay you back."

This is a bucket operation.

The person who handles the divinity of Zenith must have released demons in Mirinine Forest for this purpose.

anger rose.

The god he worships is the goddess of mercy and punishment.

He was entitled to endless punishments for those who committed sins.

"I will not forgive you."

Enraged, Lars flew in the direction he had given before Sephira stopped breathing.

- Continued on next episode -