Genius Warlock

Chapter 421

Chapter 421

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Ratatat-tat Crash!!

Upon Olivers swift strike, ripples emanated from the putrid pool of blood on the ground, and Human-meat Chef closed in on Oliver with great speed.

With a safe distance between them, Chef brandished his knife, and Oliver, too, defended himself by swinging his dagger.

The clash of steel against steel produced a sharp sound, accompanied by a subtle shockwave.

A unique checkered blade Crafted in the traditional way from Northland steel, I see. observed Human-meat Chef as they confronted each other with their blades.

Indeed, his words held true.

The dagger was none other than a gift from Willes, one of the leaders of the Kell Liberation Army.

After vanquishing Bathory at Mountain Pace, Oliver had shown kindness to him, offering alcohol and cigarettes. In return, Willes had bestowed this dagger upon him.

Possessing this dagger signified that Oliver could expect assistance within the Kell community or potentially meet with Willes himself.

In essence, it served as a form of identification.

Human-meat Chef continued to scrutinize Olivers dagger and spoke once more.

Nice knife! Northland steel is inherently good, and when forged traditionally, it enhances magic and black magic conductivity. However, its not something easily bought with money. How did you come to possess it? Was it a gift?

Yes, Oliver replied.

Lucky you. Ill take care of it along with your quarterstaff!

Taking this as a signal, Human-meat Chef forcefully pushed Oliver back and swung his knife with malice.

Pushed backward but swiftly regaining his balance thanks to his robe, Oliver matched Chefs attack with his dagger.

And so, dozens of dark lines crisscrossed in the air, clashing at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It resembled a tempest of blades, their intensity extraordinary and nearly impossible to approach.

As neither side gained an upper hand, Human-meat Chef suddenly drew a cleaver, reminiscent of an ax, from his waist.

Boom!

With one hand, Chef flamboyantly swung his French knife, while with the other, he forcefully brought down the cleaver, as if splitting firewood.

In reality, Chefs cleaver sliced through not only the ground but even buildings, everything in its path except for Oliver.

He remained unscathed.

Seeing that he couldnt harm Oliver, Chef inquired, I didnt know you were so skilled with a blade Where did you learn?

Just before Chefs strike, Oliver had deflected the French knife and narrowly dodged the cleavers slash.

Such a feat was possible only if ones swordsmanship equaled or surpassed that of Human-meat Chef.

Oliver honestly replied, I never learned.

Oh Is that so?

Yes. I learned a bit about quarterstaff, but not the knife Its too sharp, makes me uncomfortable.

Not learning because youre too good Thats an arrogant notion. But why use a knife against me?

Because I dont find it uncomfortable to face you, Mr. Human-meat Chef.

It was the truth.

While Chefs origins were undoubtedly human, his current form, filled with immense energy and a body that contained it, transcended any human Oliver had ever encountered.

He knew that just one blow from Chef could be perilous.

So, it was perplexing.

Why wasnt Chef using his formidable abilities to overpower him immediately? Instead, he seemed to be probing lightly.

It felt like underestimation, but something was amiss.

It was akin to desiring an apple while being wary of potential poison within.

Just as Oliver was about to inquire about this, Human-meat Chef spoke first.

Oh, so the one who defeated the Son of Heaven thinks highly of me. What an honor.

From his words, Oliver could discern truth, disdain, and anger.

Chef continued, Then, shall I respond in kind? To assess your worth [Corpse Infection]

As Human-meat Chef chanted, a torrent of emotions surged forth from within him, spreading in all directions.

These emotions, mingling with the putrid blood and flesh of giants, triggered a chemical reaction, giving birth to a disease.

Do you know what black magic Ive used?! he asked as he swiftly approached, swinging his cleaver horizontally. Oliver extended his daggers length by channeling emotions and deflected the attack at an oblique angle with a flick of his wrist.

Instead of splitting the building vertically, the cleavers strike now sundered it horizontally, a display of immense power.

Nonetheless, Oliver did not retreat but stepped forward and swung his dagger.

Though his blow was blocked by Chefs French knife, Oliver explained, Corpse Infection. Its a kind of plague.

It was a form of black magic that Oliver had come across in Josephs library.

More commonly encountered on battlefields than in cities, this black magic utilized corpses as a catalyst to generate disease.

Although the complexity of this black magic wasnt particularly high, its level of danger was significant.

This was because the potency of black magic depended not only on the sorcerers skill but also on the quality of the materials used. Thus, if there were numerous corpses or if the quality of those corpses was high, the resulting black magic could become more formidable than what the user typically could manage.

This was precisely the situation at present.

Cough.

Oliver coughed and inspected the putrid blood that had stained his clothing, shoes, and various parts of his body.

Despite the magical energy circulating within his body and the protection of his Emotional Robe against disease-weakening black magic, the Corpse Infection persisted in advancing toward Oliver, possibly due to the quality of the material (the giant).

This was happening even though he had recently nullified other disease-weakening black magic effects.

I havent even completely neutralized them yet.

Oliver noticed the throbbing in his eyes, the stinging sensation on his skin, his slightly trembling hands, and his sore joints.

Symptoms of eye shingles, red spots, mad nerve disease, and joint petrification still afflicted him. Honestly, up to this point, it had been bearable.

The issue was that it was worsening instead of improving.

Gurgle

Ah, looks like its starting to take effect.

Upon hearing Olivers stomach growl, Human-meat Chef crossed his cleaver and French knife and swung them in an X-shaped pattern.

The X-shaped sword strike enveloped Oliver, who retaliated by hurling his robe-wrapped quarterstaff.

However, due to a lack of strength and increasing hunger, he was thrown backward.

Unable to withstand the impact, Oliver lost his grip on the quarterstaff, which soared into the air, while he himself fell onto the putrid sea of blood.

Slowly but steadily experiencing escalating hunger, Oliver inquired,

By taking effect, do you mean the black magic of starvation?

Yes.

The same black magic from earlier.

Oliver recalled the people who had been attacked by larva-like creatures and subsequently self-destructed. Human-meat Chef responded once more,

I did?

Make such a demand?

Is that what happened?

A disheveled wizard, a druid shrouded in a bears pelt, and a warlock with a hunched back responded one by one, finishing each others sentences.

Listening to this was vexing, but what troubled Kevin even more was the reality that only one individual stood before them, quite literally.

To put it more bluntly, it was Puppet.

Thank you for believing me so easily.

Many people dont believe my words.

Its made things much quicker.

Puppet, controlling three corpses simultaneously, spoke.

Although Kevin had reservations about accepting it, he chose to confront the situation pragmatically.

Theres no one else who can handle such powerful corpse dolls except for Puppet.

Kevin spoke informally. This wasnt the time for formalities or politeness when facing such an adversary, especially one who could prove to be an obstacle in these desperate times, with the possibility of the gates of hell opening.

What I want is simple.

Dont go any further into the city center.

Then, I wont harm anyone else. No one.

To emphasize his point, numerous corpses were arranged around the corpse dolls.

To begin with, the ragged wizard was seated atop a small mound of bodies, the druid was surrounded by torn corpses, and the warlock was sprawled beside a collection of corpses arranged like specimens, being devoured by voracious pouches.

In total, there were approximately two hundred corpses.

Among them were scholars from Rokuri University, law enforcement officers, military personnel, followers of Human-meat Chef, and civilians.

Just as he had proclaimed, he was excluding anyone attempting to enter Zone 1 from harm.

Kevin maintained his composure and assessed the strength of his allies.

Beside him stood Terence, armed with military gear, Yareli, who had arrived with Olivers assistance, and roughly a dozen wizards from Rokuri University, forming a cohesive team.

All of them were combat-ready, constituting an impressive force.

This assembly had successfully vanquished multiple units of Human-meat Chefs followers and defeated numerous interdimensional creatures.

Kevin himself, aided by a Salamander, had even single-handedly taken down three giants.

A force capable of facing formidable adversaries.

However, despite their prowess, Kevin couldnt advance further.

He had an instinctive sense that the three corpse dolls before them posed a greater threat than they could handle.

A wizard, a druid, and a warlock. Their peculiar combination aside, each possessed menacing abilities.

Kevin mentally organized the situation.

Human-meat Chef sought to exploit the citys turmoil to open the gates of hell. Oliver had ventured alone to thwart him, and Puppet blocked the surroundings, obstructing external interference.

It was a perplexing scenario.

I have just one question. Are you stopping us to open the gates of hell?

Puppet replied.

No, Im not particularly interested in hell or anything like that.

I just want to watch.

And kill those who try to interfere. What will you do?

Kevin contemplated deeply, silently communicating with Terence to determine the best course of action given the circumstances.

Their shared battlefield experience enabled them to understand each others intentions without the need for words.

If we dont enter, would you leave us be, regardless of what else we do?

Yareli appeared taken aback by this unexpected query.

Puppet responded with composure.

As I said before If you dont interfere, I wont do anything.

On what grounds can we trust you?

My current inaction.

Puppet declared confidently, convincing Kevin.

Were turning back Terence. Send an emergency signal using the communication device and tell everyone to gather at the university. Explain the situation and then evacuate out of the city immediately.

Kevin stated firmly as he began retracing his steps.

Yareli, who had been silently listening, finally voiced her thoughts.

Arent we going to help Zenon?

No, this is helping him. Involving Puppet any further would actually be the opposite.

Upon hearing Kevins explanation, Yareli fell silent.

Yareli, typically composed and logical, although slightly agitated now, recognized that Kevins decision was the right one.

The most effective way to aid Zenon at this point was to withdraw and refrain from further entanglement.

So, we do what we can. Help those we can save to escape from a potential disaster Is there anything wrong with my thinking?

None of the wizards from Rokuri University, including Yareli, voiced any objections.

Given the current circumstances, this was the most prudent course of action.

With their experience and judgment, they understood that confronting Puppet would be a formidable challenge.

In fact, it was perilous. Who knew what other types of Corpse dolls lurked beyond the ones they had just encountered.

Intervening now would be akin to adding fuel to the fire.

So informing Rokuri University about this situation and getting the civilians weve rescued, and those we can rescue, out of the city is the best we can do.

But Zenon.

Yareli muttered with distress. It appeared that she felt a profound debt to Oliver for his assistance.

However, a student remained a student.

While Terence was consoling Yareli, Kevin spoke resolutely.

Sorry, but from here on, its Zenons part to handle. Theres nothing more we can do.

(To be Continued)

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