Published at 22nd of May 2026 6:37 am

Chapter 1751 For Tron

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Vergil had been a regular Mana Foundation Magus when he was conscripted for war.

But over the years, after surviving one battle after another and accumulating enough merit, he had been able to acquire resources that helped him become a Mana Liquefaction Magus.

He had been one of the people who had been thinking of secretly deserting the army. He had seen his comrades die under the blades of the shadowkins. The last few sleepless nights had caused him to nearly die on several occasions in the battles that took place during the daytime.

But when he heard the Dark King's speech, something deep inside his heart was ignited. All this time, he had fought only for himself. The army provided him food and shelter, and that was enough. It had been one of the main reasons he had enlisted in the army, actually.

But now, he fought for something greater than himself. And that gave him strength that he didn't even know he had.

With a guttural roar that tore through his mouth, he hacked his sword at the enemy in front of him.

The Empire's soldier showed clear signs of poisoning — black veins spreading across his skin. He was already severely weakened, so when Vergil's sword came down at him, he weakly raised his own sword to block.

Clang!

The enemy's grip faltered, his sword slipping from his hands. Vergil's blade managed to cut through his shoulder. But it wasn't enough.

Vergil took a step forward and slammed into him with a brutal shoulder charge, knocking him to the ground. He quickly followed through, mounting the enemy. Then, with his free hand, he drew his dagger and plunged it into the man's neck.

He watched as the enemy gazed back at him with hatred, rage, fear, and finally, helplessness.

As the enemy finally perished, Vergil rose to his feet and roared, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He caught sight of another soldier of the Empire. Their gazes met, and without hesitation, they charged at one another.

But suddenly…

Boom!

A Fireball landed near them, sweeping everyone near it off their feet. Just the shockwaves alone were more than enough to severely wound many Magi.

With the Mana Core Magi forced to fight on the ground, the battlefield had become extremely chaotic. During such intense moments, it was very hard for them to control their spells so as not to hurt their allies. Moreover, they had to fully focus on their own enemies and not on collateral damage.

So casualties increased significantly as a result. The weaker Magi had to do their best to avoid the areas where the Mana Core Magi fought. But in such a large battlefield, where the Mana Core Magi constantly moved and fought, it became increasingly difficult for lesser Magi to protect themselves.

Vergil's ears rang, and for several long moments, everything appeared hazy in his vision. He was lucky enough not to be killed by the Fireball's shockwaves.

When his vision finally cleared, and he sat back up, he saw a heroic, crimson-haired woman in the near distance, fighting an elderly cultist. They exchanged several moves as brilliant fire magic from her sword flared to life before rapidly shifting their battle elsewhere.

Vergil slowly rose to his feet, gritting his teeth as he endured the pain. But just as he managed to get to his feet…

Bam!

He felt like a mountain had crashed into him. The wind got knocked out of his chest, and he was hurled a few meters into the distance, his body dragging across the blood-stained, muddy earth.

The man spat a mouthful of blood as he quickly tried to get up. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a burly, bald soldier of the Empire charge toward him with a club in hand.

Vergil abandoned getting to his feet and plopped to the ground. As he secretly weaved a set of hand seals, the bald soldier was already upon him.

The enemy raised his spiked club and brought it down with tremendous force.

At the last possible moment, Vergil desperately rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. And then, with a ferocious look on his face, he pointed two fingers at the enemy.

A bolt of lightning leapt from his fingers and instantly bathed the bald soldier in agony. However, it wasn't enough to kill. Only to stun.

But that brief opening was all Vergil needed.

He rose to his feet and charged forward, closing the distance in an instant, and drove his sword straight through the man's heart.

It hadn't even been a second since he killed another foe when suddenly, Vergil felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Instincts took over, and he yanked the bald soldier's lifeless body over himself and dropped to the ground, using it as a shield.

Thunder!

A wave of powerful blue lightning swept across the battlefield. Several soldiers of the Empire died as a result, and a Mana Core-level cultist was grievously injured.

Vergil tossed the bald man's corpse aside, its lifeless body charred and crackling with lightning. He didn't even have time to react when he heard the sound of boisterous laughter in the distance.

He turned toward the source and saw a bare-chested, muscular man rush toward the injured Mana Core-cultist and drive his fist straight through the man's torso.

What followed the cultist's death was a brief quarrel between the muscular man and another broad-shouldered youth, who seemed to be cloaked in blue lightning.

Vergil gulped subconsciously. He had never seen a battle between Mana Core Magi from up so close. He was too close, in fact. If he hadn't used the corpse as a shield, he might have actually died from the lightning!

He inhaled deeply, strangling the nervousness trying to bloom in his heart. He couldn't cower now. He couldn't back down. He had to get up. And he had to fight!

With trembling legs, he finally managed to get to his feet. After confirming that there weren't any powerful Mana Core Magi nearby, his gaze landed on a comrade who seemed to be in desperate need of help.

Vergil clenched his sword tightly in his hand, his eyes blazing with the will to not back down.

"For Tron!!"

The war cry tore from his hoarse throat, and he drove himself headfirst into another wave of brutal slaughter.

Elsewhere, far from the chaos of the main battlefield, at the edge of the grinding carnage, Adam faced a dozen shadowkins alone.

And slowly… surely…

He was being overwhelmed.

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