Chapter 436: 436 435 Words: "The Great Wall of Heaven"

It is located in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Garleist, further east than the Independent Free Cities. The area east of the continent is under the control of the sorcerous nation of Borvat.

That is why it is called the place where sorcerers are born and die.

In this land that has inherited a rich culture of witchcraft, it can be said that witchcraft is deeply rooted in daily life and is inseparable from it.

Witchcraft, which is often treated as a foreign substance in other countries, is merely a good neighbor in this region.

Stones filled with magic would light up the night, and wounds that could never be healed by medicine could be completely cured in the name of magic.

The level of magic in the Borvat dynasty is so high that it can easily be left behind even when compared to the great nation of Garleist. It is impossible to even find a comparable entity. For this reason, mute sorcerers call other nations uncivilized.

However, this does not mean that magic has solved everything. No matter how glorious the glory of magic was, not everyone was able to benefit from it. And because magic is revered, the gap between magicians and non-magicians is endlessly deep.

This intolerance of the supreme power of sorcery is the symbol of this nation and region, and is the reason why we have yet to catch up with the uncivilized kingdom of Garleist.

The more glorious the light of magic is, the more they are unable to look at anything else.

But that glorious light was beginning to fade before the constant storm of catastrophe.

"Ah. I'm ...... hungry. But to live is to be hungry. We live because we are hungry. We don't want to live when we're full. What do you think?　Don't you think?

The words came out of his mouth as if he was throwing them. It was a big man. But it wasn't a man.

His face was covered in feathers and his mouth had a beak that could swallow a man's head whole. And his arms looked as if his wings had been strangely deformed and distorted.

With a dexterous flick of his wings, he grabbed the human head in front of him. Then he asks. What do you think? The human woman didn't answer. No, she didn't have the energy left to answer.

She was missing an arm. Not congenital, but painful scars that looked like they'd been ripped off. She must have coughed up a lot of blood, but she never lost consciousness.

The woman was also missing both legs. This was the same condition as her arms. Her limbs had been forcibly torn off, and she should have been dead, or worse, unconscious.

And yet, her sanity is still intact, and an easy death has not come to her.

Is it because she is a sorceress that she is unhappy?

I don't know if it's because she's a sorceress, or if it's because she's under the influence of the poison Junerva, a demoness who appears as a large bird. But here's the fact: she's still Junerva's plaything.

Junerva sighed when he got no answer. Without thinking, his beak eats the flesh of the woman's shoulder. The woman let out a sound she hadn't heard in a long time. It was a voice that could have been a sob or a scream.

"Ha ha. But it's amazing. It makes me laugh. I admire it, I never thought a human could do something like this before, not even in the days of Zebraeliris.

Then Junerva looked up at it. It was one of the five major cities that made up the Borvat dynasty. That city was now covered in a pale green shimmer.

A large scale magic ward. A form of boundary magic. One that separates you from your enemies and promises absolute protection. The sight of it completely covering a city was nothing short of spectacular.

Even if people from other countries handle magic wards, they are limited to covering their own surroundings and space. It is impossible to do the same for a small village. The fact that they are able to do so much must be due to the fact that the whole nation of Borvat had sought the wisdom of magic.

Of course, it is not without a price - at best, it will suck up all the lives of the people in the city if it continues to be maintained.

In any case, it may be a small price to pay considering that if this ward did not exist now, the entire city would have become a feeding ground for Junerva. At least you can die with your human dignity intact.

After all, the elite sorcerers who were sent to defeat the demons were now being used as food by Junerva. There was no telling what the outcome would be if they confronted them head on.

For a human, it was just another day of slowly spitting out blood from his body. But to Junerva, it was an unmistakable marvel. Considering the inertia of humans in the past, it was inconceivable that they would even have the means to fight the demons.

Junerva looked up at the sky with the eyes of a bird of prey. There was a shadow in the distance.

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"Ma. It's amazing, but that's it. Althea could've done this all by herself.

Without hesitation, Junerva drilled her beak into the woman's intestines that she had been playing with. It was no longer necessary to force her to hold it.

The flesh and blood popped and the pain of having her intestines literally eaten alive crawled through her. She felt all of her senses being crushed and destroyed by this single agony. The stimulation was so great that it took away even the woman's thoughts.

But the woman had a will of her own. She was a sorceress. There is pride and glory. That's why she waited for the last moment, when her enemy would open his big mouth and drop his guard.

I'm going to ......... I'm going to kill you. ......!

It was no longer a spell, but more of a curse. The woman's blood leapt at Junerva's open mouth. They changed their forms and rushed in as swords and spears.

The easiest thing for magic to penetrate is blood. Blood is the one that has been familiar with the sorcerer's magic since birth, and knows its characteristics better than anything else.

A woman's blood is hardened and roars to kill Junerva, possessing only the will to kill. That's fine. She opened her eyes and said that she was going to die.

The blood armor spat out with a dark curse.

But those that were wielded valiantly did not enter Junerva's body in any way, and melted away.

No, it's not just blood. The woman's skin, teeth, bones, organs. They melted away in an instant. Unable to scream any longer, the woman finally fainted.

No longer able to tell if she was in pain or not, she felt the indescribable sensation of her whole body turning into boiling water, and she met her long-awaited death.

At the time of her death, she saw it in the sky. And so, without a word, she died in despair.

"At last the king has arrived. Now I can go home early today to my beloved Lovell.

Junerva looked at the sky, not paying attention to the dissolved woman.

What she sees is a huge wing that seems to cover the sky itself. The sun was eating away at her huge body, and the place was welcoming the first night. That's Junerva, the king of all those who call the sky home.

--The Great Beast. Vriligant the Great.

The dragon howls. As if in pursuit of its own heart it once lost. As if it despises itself for being ostracized by the champions of the heavens.

It is now a threat unto itself, the breath of a dragon that can easily kill a child. No man has the strength to endure in the face of the purely powerful.

There was a crunching sound as the magical wards that covered the city crumbled away.

Most of the people were struck dead by the impact, and even those who escaped death were certain of their fate. In the face of this catastrophe, there was nothing that humans could do.

Demons, demons. In the face of this catastrophe, iron swords, blessed arrows, and superior magic are all meaningless. A sword against a flood means nothing, just as an arrow against a storm has no effect.

So the fate of this city has already been decided.

Just as the impregnable fortress of Suzif has fallen in the face of the fortress behemoth Zebreylith. There was no miracle, no mercy, no salvation.

On this day, one of the five great cities of the Borovat dynasty was obliterated in the face of disaster.

The houses, the walls covering the city, the sorcerers and the non-sorcerers, sort of all equally. Gone in a night.

Vriligant, the counterpart to Zebraeliris, devoured everything in the earth.

With the presence of this evil dragon, the Borvat dynasty and the eastern regions of the continent lost all belief in absolute magic.

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