Chapter 262, a (11)
To find the eccentric magic scholar, who changes his skin daily and engages in all sorts of bizarre behavior. However, in this situation, there's no doubt that there's no scholar more capable of playing an active role.
By the way, do you know where the ■■ ntioned in the previous story was found?
No, you damn fool!
The problematic scholar was not defending this place but had attempted to escape alone, only to be captured by the enemy... To be precise, he had successfully fled outside the collapsed barrier, but was caught by a mber of the Magic Tower lurking nearby and reportedly lost all four of his tentacles.
The scholars worked together to rescue the oppressed ■■. However, the atmosphere was not good.
How ridiculous!No matter how shaless he is, how could he possibly run away from this chaos without knowing anything?Hey, instead of analyzing the brain of a dead enemy, how about we crack open that head of yours first?You crazy b*stard!
A proud scholar of the Academic Hall never imagined that his life would be endangered for such a reason. A wave of resentnt erupted. Since it had only been a short ti since the great war, society had not yet forgotten morality or duty, and the scholars gathered in the room simultaneously scolded him.
Hng.
The fugitive himself was also embarrassed by the situation. ■■, a descendant of a minor noble family, had been a mber of the Academic Hall for several generations. Unlike his ancestors, who had risked their lives to stop the Beta species' advance, he had fled to save himself and was caught in the act.
Hng.
Naturally, it was hard to feel proud. But simply sitting there with his mouth shut, taking all the scolding in silence, felt sowhat unfair to him as well.
W, why are you all being so harsh over sothing like this? Strictly speaking, I'm not on your side—I've devoted everything to the nation!
Today, an unknown scholar wearing pitch-black, opaque leather shouts loudly.
The only reason I joined the Academic Hall was because they offered experintal equipnt. In truth, I serve our nation's leader, so of course I had to preserve myself! If I die, who will run the country? Who will look after the people's welfare?
Flap flap.
The scholar, having only just begun to regrow his tentacle roots after being attacked by the Magic Tower, shook them defiantly.
But no one present paid any attention to the eccentric's plea. It was an ergency situation, after all—no one had the bandwidth to spare for sothing as trivial as an emotional outburst. Besides, at the core of it, everyone simply found that kind of coward fundantally unpleasant to look at.
Even though his body is in such a state, the number of enemies he took down is practically zero.
And at that mont, the green war hero briefly thought to himself as he looked at his opponent.
If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have listened to that orange mana's advice.
The innate mana within the body, the magical attributes they could control, and even the achievents of the opponent, such as developing a healing potion to restore the severed tentacles by utilizing the knowledge passed down through their family line, all appeared insignificant in the eyes of the hero.
An unmistakable limit. No matter how many tis he thought about it, it seed unlikely that the weak oddball would ever defeat the hero.
To be honest, it wasn't just that weirdo; most of the Alphaurians he had encountered in his life were the sa. He had always harbored an unfounded confidence in his own strength since he was a child. For so reason, he never had the feeling that he would lose when eting any of his compatriots, and whenever he faced soone in battle, reality had proven to be no different.
Weak—if it were just a matter of strength, it might be different. But seeing him run the mont the battle started, it's clear he lacks courage too.
A wizard who, despite the many opportunities to accumulate achievents during the great war, never really made a na for himself. At this point, the eccentric Alphaurians might have earned their current positions through activities like wrestling or tag. The green mage, as a result of this event, completely dismissed the wizard before him as unworthy.
However, fortunately for him, the stars are rciful, and even such a world-class fool seems to have so hidden talents when you dig a little deeper.
Well, anyway. Since you're currently recovering your tentacles, there probably isn't much you can do. So, why not spend this overflowing ti talking with , ■■?Conversation?Unfortunately for you, I happen to need a bit of help from you.
The green mage soon composed himself and got to the point. However, the direction the conversation took afterward was quite unexpected.
Ah, so what the war hero ans is... you want to extract so useful information from the brains of these enemy bastards?
He had shown up in such a pitiful state that no one had expected much—but of course, even that weirdo, as a mber of the Academic Hall, turned out to be top of his field in his own peculiar way.
Of course it's possible.What?I already possess the technology to extract mories from a corpse's head due to my usual field of research. It will be very, very fragnted, though.Oh.Well, I've dissected biological brains a thousand tis over, no doubt about that. The problem is, the spell I have is only halfway complete. To ensure stable application, I'll need to conduct around 800 more experints.
The assistant, wrapped in strange leather, speaks.
But well, our Academic Hall happens to have the third most magically gifted individual in the entire nation. So, would that really be sothing to worry about?Hmm.If you want the information, please cooperate with my experint. All you need to do is channel your mana into the pre-drawn magic circle—just 800 tis.Wait a minute, then that ans I'll be seeing your formation design?Well... to be honest, sharing a technique that embodies the essence of my family's secrets isn't exactly sothing I'm eager to do. But if it's you, I don't mind.?Bring the enemy's corpse and follow right away. If it's in good condition, we might be able to extract mories from more than eight phases of their life.
Huh. Can a sorcerer-scholar really be this willing to share their findings so readily?
Everyone present was surprised by the eccentric's remark. Among them, soone even asked if they could also go take a look at the magic circle, since it was being shown so easily. But the answer that ca back was nothing but cold.
Leave. What benefit would there be for this country if I were to share information with soone like you? I'm simply allowing you to observe the entire process because that green compatriot is a great hero of war....If they're such a genius, they might absorb my knowledge and produce even greater results in the future.
The scholar, who had never exchanged a word until now, finally expressed their feelings toward the deep-sea guy. It was a rather respectful and friendly admiration.
This is partly a personal favor of mine, so don't expect everyone to be treated the sa way.You're talking too much!You were the one who ran away with your tentacles dragging earlier!You're a coward!Th, that was a mistake on my part, so please let it slide now...
Then the discussion is over, so what's the point of delaying the work?
■■ and ■■. Finally, the two scholars of the Academy joined forces in partnership.
As long as they had a functioning brain, they too could steal information like the Magic Tower. The mbers of the Academy didn't believe the eccentric's words at first. But once they saw the results, everyone soon fell silent.
Everyone, bring your tuning forks! Make sure they can store plenty of sound. Hurry!
The eccentric scholar, who was only known for their leathercraft, perford a few dark spells where the structure of the incantations was barely visible, and soon enough, they truly extracted the mories of the deceased.
What that eccentric had been hiding—was a technique that scattered all sorts of sounds stored in soone else's brain into the air at random.
Chaotic noise spreads through the ocean depths.
There are screams mixed with all sorts of other noises, so it'll probably take so ti to sift out any useful information...Where is this?
Through this process, the academy gained a lot of information.
①Where the scattered hideouts of those fled are concealed.
②What kind of barrier the enemy nation's main Magic Tower is using.
This was a goldmine. Now that they'd uncovered this many secrets, there was no need to sit around the Academy sucking on tentacles any longer. Do you know what the green mage did next?
***
A few days later. The middle sea area of a neighboring country.
When you really break it down, the events that followed were nothing but a series of straightforward victories. So, there's no need to complicate the explanation of what happened in this new stretch of sea.
First, the Magic Tower collapsed. The institution known as the Magic Tower in the enemy nation was, in fact, an enormous structure spanning several kiloters in height, connecting both the upper and mid-level ocean zones. One day, it suddenly cracked and broke. It literally burst at the side and collapsed unsightily.
And of course, this major event was tied to the green war hero, known by a simple na, as expected.
Kwaaah!No, no invitation! How on earth did you get past this barrier!
With the help of the eccentric compatriot specializing in biotechnologies, it took three days to extract information from the invaders. Then, analyzing the escape patterns of the Magic Tower mbers who had stolen the Academy's treasures, it took about four days to turn everything found in an underground cave into new experintal subjects.
Please save !Would you want to save a thief who did sothing like that?
The future candidate for the archmage discovered several Alphaurians from their holand while capturing the fleeing Magic Tower mbers. It had been revealed that a rogue from a foreign land had been kidnapping the babies of their country, much like hunting wild animals.
Poor. Uneducated. And on top of that, weak. Did they really just snatch the children from such a pitiable family like this?
Even the last bit of compassion is running out.
The green scholar's blood montarily darkened. They were heated with anger.
If you're going to use the bodies of our kin, you should have gotten their consent first! And at the very least, you should fulfill one of the deceased's wishes with integrity!Hiik!That's the bare minimum of a line we should keep, right? Huh?
If an alien from another planet had witnessed this scene, they might have thought it was a bit strange where the man's anger was directed.
Those who volunteer for biological research are usually the ones who sell their own flesh and bones just to feed their families.
Anyway, he was unusually irritated.
But if this becos a regular thing, where you capture the weak without properly compensating them, all scholars will eventually lose trust. In the end, I'll be the one at a loss! Can you even take responsibility for this? Damn it, you b*stards. On top of that, I've been struggling with the lack of samples, so my research on the golem has been slow!Wha, what are you saying? This crazy... Aaagh!
What followed was a brutality of violence. But since they were the ones who started it, this level of revenge was close to justice.
You filthy creatures of the neighboring waters, I'll make sure this unethical experintal system never crosses your minds again!
For the reasons ntioned above, a few days later, the green mage personally traveled beyond the border to the main Magic Tower. They believed that if they didn't strike down the Magic Tower, the very ideology of the organization, which was fundantally corrupt, would inevitably lead to similar incidents in the future.
Without warning, the war god stord into the tower with an overwhelming presence. It didn't take long before he personally destroyed all the weapons in the place, including the magic books, the anvil, and the crystal spheres.
No! The data I worked so hard on...!Kyaaa!The expensive tools I've gathered for 30 years!
Any pitiful enemy who tried to block his path was torn apart. The enemy nation's secret magic, brainwashing, was completely nullified by the master of the arts with just a single glance, rendering it useless.
My, my shell! My body's shell!Why can't I breathe...The magic doesn't co out!
At the training center, they say that a fight between wizards is similar to the relationship between living creatures and plagues. A magical battle, much like the developnt of vaccines, follows a similar pattern. When one side produces a powerful magic, the enemy struggles to analyze it. Once a certain spell loses its unique threat, a new type of weapon erges into the world.
In this back-and-forth process, it usually takes at least a few months.
However, this ti, the green mage simply overwheld everything. The new form of [Mana Burn] that the deep-sea being personally improved was so complex in its structure that it was difficult to replicate even after seeing it several tis. At the peak of their power, ■■ was not soone who could be stopped by re strength.
So let's summarize.
Hey, co out here, the person in charge!
The translucent mage scread. The Alphaurians from the West were incredibly strong. Even if all the mbers of the Magic Tower attacked, he laughed scornfully and trampled over the building. Despite that, such a mage was now crying out in despair.
Ugh, damn it, let's run.
As a result, the enemy was helplessly defeated...
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