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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 153 The Prelude to Counterattack (4)
Chapter 153 The Prelude to Counterattack (4)
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[Right, this necromancy. Black magic seemed to have allured you. It’s not too late to bring me back. Nothing can stop us when we’re are…!]
“Your answer first.”
Ian cut through Herbert’s words, not because the spirit offended him, but Atar Haka’s present had changed his voice along with his magic.
[Yes, you’re in a hurry. Everyone is at the beginning, and the black magic is incomparably addictive than other forms.]
Herbert spoke like he was confident that Ian was addicted to black magic, and the spirit looked like he was in a good mood because he believed that he could do whatever he wanted to do with Ian.
[You’re right. I could do nothing in the prison named the Ivory Tower since the best I could do was find and read a few old books. So, I found another way.]
“What did you find?”
[A black magician, since there had to be survivors left even if most of them were wiped out. I used every informant I had, and I discovered that necromancers who specialized in undead and souls were active in the dark.]
Ian had heard about necromancers, although he had never seen one before since they would always be mentioned in books and rumors regarding black magic.
“Where can I meet one?”
[I don’t know.]
“Is that so?”
Ian took a leather pouch from his pocket filled with Fairy Queen Dust, which could exterminate demonic presences. Herbert stepped back like he realized the deadliness of the powder.
[Wait! I’m not telling you lies! They had been suppressed and excluded for a long time! Do you think they would tell the Lord of the Ivory Tower their location? They had given me a way to contact them instead!]
Herbert screamed as loud as he could that he did not know where the necromancers were but knew how to reach one.
Ian put the pouch back as Herbert lashed out, and his aggressive response made Ian fulfilled. Herbert hesitated for a while even after Ian had put the dust away, and finally approached him. His hands and expression lowered the guards a little.
“Tell me since I put the dust back.”
[It’s not difficult! Gather spirits as you had just now, enough to stimulate the necromancers’ spiritual sensors! Their sensors are like mana breathing for magicians, and they will approach you first if you manage to interest them!]
Call as many spirits possible by using necromancy until Ian managed to reach the necromancers.
“Is that certain?”
[It’s true! Do it yourself to find out!]
“It sounds like it will take a long time.”
[No! They will not come out when hiding is not enough for them to survive. They will reach you with a spirit they use as servants.]
“Hmm…”
Ian thought with his arms folded, since using necromancy for once had been overstepping, and what Herbert was saying was too much.
“They really are fallen.”
Ian clucked his tongue, but he had no other way but to try.
“Before that.”
Ian took out the leader pouch again and opened it to spread the Fairy Queen Dust in the air. Herbert flinched at Ian’s sudden movement since it meant that he would be completely removed from this world.
(Stop.)
Ian used the power of language to stop all dust particles in mid-air as they started to fall. The dust would remain so until Ian added another command.
[You, what are you doing!]
“You’re going to be eradicated if something happens to me. So, if you had said something false…”
[No! I have not spoken any lies! How many times do I have to say it for you to believe!]
“You’re not a human being.”
Ian did not need to do this since spirits were made of memories and emotions. He could easily look at the spirit’s memories. Ian just wanted to push Herbert to the brink to satisfy himself. He nodded and started using necromancy.
“How many do I have to call?”
[As many as you can!]
“So, how many?”
[Get rid of the dust!]
“I need an answer to decide whether to clean or spread the dust out!”
[The mountain! Get all the spirits out of this mountain! The necromancers will have to come out!]
Herbert screamed out of pain and nerves, and Ian followed Herbert’s advice. He used the power and range of the necromancy as much as he could.
“Rise.”
Countless spirits swarmed from everywhere, and the sheer number was unlike when Ian had woken Herbert.
[Ahhhh!]
[Help, help me!]
[I will kill you!]
[My son, my only son!]
[Alphoso did all this. I’m innocent!]
The screams of the spirits stormed from everywhere, and men, women, children, mothers, aristocrats, and lower classes all wailed. The mountain where executed corpses were buried showed numerous types of screams.
“How many do I have to call?”
[You have to wait…]
Herbert seemed unable to talk due to the pink powder over his head.
[A skillful necromancy…]
A purplish spirit approached Ian from above, and it remained calm, unlike other spirits.
[You, who are you?]
“Are you a necromancer?”
[You know us.]
The purple spirit who had been sent from an unnamed necromancer met Ian’s eyes. While he did not even have eyeholes, Ian could feel their gaze meet. The necromancer would be observing Ian through the spirit.
“I am Ian Page. I was introduced a way to contact with you necromancers from Herbert Leon, the former Lord of the Ivory Tower of the Greenriver Empire…”
Ian spoke slower than usual because he wanted to use the ability which he had not shown to Herbert now.
[Ian Page, Ian Page. Isn’t it the name of the current Lord of the Ivory Tower of the Greenriver Empire?]
The purple spirit approached Ian as if it wanted to see him up more closely. Ian took a step towards the spirit until the two were close together.
[The magician who uses power as a dragon, and who uses the white dragon as his servant…]
Ian’s hand reached inside the purple spirit as it continued to mutter.
[What?!]
Ian’s palm let out gold waves inside the spirit, and the purple haze became gold in color.
“Memory eater.”
Memory eater was a ‘ninth class spell’ made by Ian and could read the memories of another being. In the past, Ian could not use the spell even if he knew how to use it. Things were different now. Using the power of language had made him extraordinary on many accounts, to the extent that he had evolved.
[W, what?!]
“You’re in hiding.”
Ian had read the memories of the spirit the necromancer had sent and now knew where their hiding place was in an instant.
“Wait, don’t go anywhere.”
The necromancer instinctively knew that something was wrong and made the spirit disappear. Ian was still composed because it was a place he could go in a flash.
‘It’s the same wherever the necromancer maybe.’
Ian smirked and looked at Herbert’s spirit. He should clean things up before leaving.
“Thank you. You have helped me a lot.”
[Then, you will give me a body.]
“Yes, since I made a promise.”
[Oh!]
“Be reborn again.”
[…What?]
“You will have a body no matter what you’re born into again.”
Ian was telling the truth. A body is a body, whether it may be a human’s, a bat’s, or a spider’s. Ian felt generous as he let out the power of language onto the Fairy Queen Dust in the air.
[You bast-!
The former Lord of the Ivory Tower, Herbert met his second death completely now.
***
With a loud bang, the protective barriers made by black magic were being broken down on the way to the necromancer’s hiding place. The next explosion was more disturbing and wet since some of the necromancers’ bodies had burst.
“How can he…!”
“Is that a person…?”
“Ahhh!”
Ian crushed the hiding place and killed some of the necromancers. Ian had not wanted to carry things this far, but the necromancers’ response had been problematic. He would not have killed anyone if they had resisted only to an extent. However, the necromancers took hostage the innocent people they had used as sacrifices and experiments for black magic to slow Ian down. Therefore, Ian’s forgiving side was washed out completely.
(That magician, the one next, and the one over there.)
The necromancers Ian pointed at met a horrific end. They burst in blood without even being able to scream in the position they were set to run.
“Go inside, and you can get help by saying that Ian Page had sent you.”
Ian opened a portal to the Page Foundation office, and his benevolence was only for the hostages who had been treated inhumanely.
“There’s no time, so hurry.”
Ian sent everyone over the portal and went down to the deepest parts of the necromancers’ hiding place. While many undead servants and necromancers attacked and mana traps tried to harm Ian, nothing could stop him.
‘What’s all this flashy stuff when they live in a cave?’
There was a decorative steel gate that held beyond a massive amount of luxuries in the lowest part of the hiding place. They must be the profits earned by selling degrading information to crazy magicians such as Herbert.
‘They filled the wrong people’s pockets.’
Ian shook his head and went to the steel gate, which seemed to be made of magic and would not let anyone in easily. However, Ian was not your ordinary magician, and he opened the gate to see the final room.
He saw pricy treasures, women drunk on medicine, black magic books holding necromancer’s deepest secrets, and a few necromancers who had made it alive.
“You’re here.”
Ian’s smile looked satisfied. The situation showed him treasure he could take away with him, necromancers he could take care of, people he could help with discovery. Also, there were high-class black magic books everywhere that could lead Ian’s black magic skills to a higher and stronger plane.
