I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 93

Chapter 93

Episode 93

In the first place, there were many types of black magic that dealt with the dead.

A representative example is the art of command.

In addition, Chris’s frequently used spells included black magic that dealt with life.

‘The problem is that there are not yet any usable types. No. Think about it. There must be a type that I can use.’

Chris quickly thought of all the different types of black magic he could use.

But there wasn’t.

None of the black magic at his disposal helped in this situation.

But then one voice suddenly comes to mind.

– When I die, I will revive you as a servant and send you to Idrine as a toy.

A story Simon told that had nothing to do with the current situation.

But Chris had a clue.

‘There is a way! I can use the Hematoma technique to make Evan my slave!’

Among the hematopoiesis techniques, there was one that made the dead opponent one’s slave.

The ‘imprint of inferior blood’ that Simon spoke of.

Slaves created in this way are called inferior servants and follow their masters without reason.

‘Of course, you shouldn’t make Evan a slave without reason, but that’s okay. Just modify the spell.’

The reason why a slave who has become an inferior species can move even after death is because he receives life force from his master.

So, Chris planned to extract and use only the parts of the spell that ‘make the opponent a slave’ and ‘transfer life force’.

‘Fortunately, I’ve seen the blood imprint once.’

Simon demonstrated it.

‘Blood Seal’ is one of the fundamental techniques of Hematoma, so it was taught first as background knowledge.

Of course, I only saw it once.

I’ve never practiced properly.

No, in the first place, Chris only learned the art of bloodletting briefly on his way back from the underground garden.

But it was ridiculous to think that it would be improved beyond using the blood imprint.

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‘It’s okay. You can do it.’

Whether it worked or not, I had to do it.

Pfft!

Magic boiled from Chris’s body.

The magic that Simon had shown him unfolded in his mind.

Chris’s head quickly delved into the structure of the spell.

Divide, analyze, cut, and reassemble.

Of course, it wasn’t easy.

A formula is the sum of countless cases.

Extracting only the necessary parts is only possible by completely analyzing all the cases and deriving a new sum.

It’s something that only an expert in the field could even dream of doing.

But Chris could do it.

Because it’s Chris.

‘If you have to calculate infinite numbers, the solution is simple. Just calculate each of the infinite cases one by one.’

A fleeting moment.

Countless calculations were made in his mind.

Thousands, tens of thousands, no, more.

Countless cases were counted in his head.

In the blink of an eye.

Chris’ secret to being able to analyze a technique on the spot even if he is not an expert in the field.

‘it’s okay!’

Chris quickly dropped the blood dripping from his hand into Evan’s mouth.

Gulp, Evan reflexively drank his blood.

At the same time, Chris manifested his magic.

‘The Imprint of Inferior Blood’.

no.

This was a new hematoma technique invented by Chris.

Pfft!

Just before he died, an imprint was engraved on Evan’s heart that would take hold of the life of the opponent and make him his slave.

Evan’s consent was not required.

Originally, the ‘Inferior Blood Imprint’ was not a technique that was performed with the consent of the other party.

‘The spell has been properly applied.’

Chris let out a long sigh and shared his life force with Evan through the imprint on his heart.

Woof!

Evan’s complexion, which had been injected with Chris’s life force, became incomparably more stable than before.

We’ve overcome the crisis!

‘Fortunately. I ended up enslaving that bastard Evan… but it’s just because my bloodline technique is low, so it will naturally fade over time… .’

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Of course, he had no intention of making Evan a real slave.

To begin with, his hematoma technique was so weak that he couldn’t maintain the imprint for long.

So, this was just a temporary contract.

‘Huh? Wait? What’s wrong with that?’

Chris paused for a moment.

‘…Why is the concentration of the imprint so strong?’

Chris blinked.

Originally, it should have been a very faint, faint engraving that was difficult to see even when looking closely.

Because that was exactly the level of Chris’s hematoma.

But the imprint on Evan’s heart was not faint, but extremely strong.

As if it were a properly engraved ‘permanent imprint’.

‘Why on earth? No way?’

Chris’s eyes widened as he guessed the reason.

First reason, the type of magic.

His magic was dark magic. 100% pure.

So, rather than the vampires’ blood magic, they have a better aptitude for blood magic.

Even though it was expressed with poor skill, it had a much more powerful effect than expected.

The second reason, and this one was much more important, was because of the quality of his soul.

‘I’m half-demon. So, my ability to subdue my opponents is much stronger.’

The reason vampires can make humans their servants is because their souls are of a slightly higher level than humans.

However, the level of the soul that Chris possesses is that of a half-demon, so it is incomparably higher than that of vampires.

Therefore, regardless of the clumsiness of the technique, a permanent imprint that completely subdues the opponent is created.

‘… What should I do?’

Chris swallowed hard.

Turning the warrior into a slave.

It was an unexpected accident.

‘Eww! What’s really wrong today?!’

I was racking my brain for the first time in a long time, but there was no solution.

‘… I’ll find a way to release the seal later. For now, I have to save this guy.’

I managed to catch my breath, but it wasn’t the end.

I had to get proper treatment, and most importantly.

‘… I have to get this guy out of the Dark Maga’s realm alive. But how?’

Extreme difficulty.

Evan was a shadow of a famous swordsman, so if the Dark Maga’s minions saw him, there was no way they would let him live.

After torture, the only choices left are hanging, beheading, or burning at the stake.

‘But that doesn’t mean I can escape with you.’

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no way.

A desperate situation where you can’t do anything.

At that moment, a signal came from the crystal ball on his waist.

It was a signal that Isaac was coming towards Chris.

‘… I can’t fight Isaac because of that bastard Evan.’

It seemed inevitable that dealing with Isaac would have to be postponed until later.

‘There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with Isaac anyway.’

But then an exquisite idea suddenly popped into Chris’s head.

‘Wait a minute. If we use that Isaac guy, wouldn’t it be possible to help Evan escape?’

One thing.

There was a way to get Evan out.

By sacrificing Isaac’s life.

‘It won’t be easy, but it has to be done.’

Chris fired a flare into the air.

First, we decided to take Evan back to the Dark Maga. This was to give him proper treatment before letting him escape.

There is a limit to how much life force can be transferred to sustain life.

‘The problem is that if you take Evan to the Dark Maga, there will be a lot of Mines who will rush to treat him, Nabal, and torture him first.’

The more he thought about it, the more difficult it seemed. Chris got angry and glared at Evan, who had fallen.

‘Why did this damn guy crawl into the Dark Maga? I’ll give him a good beating when he wakes up later.’

like that.

The operation to save the warrior, not the fate, has begun.

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Chris returned to Dark Maga without clashing with Isaac’s dark forces.

Carrying Evan on your shoulders like a burden.

“This time, Prince Christian has achieved great success.”

“Wow. The Dark Knights have come forward, but they’re the first to achieve greatness.”

“But why did you bring Shadow alive?”

“You must have brought him here for torture. He must know a lot of secret information since he is the shadow of a famous swordsman.”

“Hehe, this will be fun. For the first time in a while, I’ll get to see a Union guy being executed.”

Chris gulped at the gaze of those mines.

Everyone had the same look in their eyes as hyenas looking at a wounded deer.

‘Even without that, the Dark Maga has bad feelings towards the famous swordsmanship school.’

The best of them all was definitely the Nogaju Nordian.

The Norse hated, if not loathed, the swordsmanship schools.

No wonder he once gave an order to kill anyone he met who was a famous swordsman.

There was absolutely no chance that Evan would make it out of the Dark Maga alive and well.

‘I have to do it.’

There is only one way.

Kuung.

Chris threw Evan into the square of his parents’ house.

Deliberately rough as if to show off to others.

Treat it like a small bug.

I could see Evan wincing in pain, but I couldn’t help it.

‘I’m just trying to save you, so please understand.’

“I have something to report, so please contact the master.”

“Yes, but Your Majesty? Are you referring to the Lord, not His Excellency the Marquis of Langham?”

“Yes.”

Everyone looked puzzled.

Knowing that Noh Ga-ju never gets involved in family affairs?

“Because this is a very important loot. One that will make the lord happy.”

Chris raised the corners of his mouth.

“This guy’s name is Evan. He is the son of the former head of the famous swordsmanship family and the Sword Emperor of the United Swords.”

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Inspection.

He was a 9-star superhuman and the strongest in the alliance.

The reason it’s in the past tense is because he died.

‘He died too soon.’

Evan died before he could fully grow up, and that was the beginning of Evan’s tragedy.

It would have been okay if Evan hadn’t been the rightful heir to the family throne.

However, Evan was the next head of the clan, personally selected by the previous head of the clan, and this was a thorn in the eyes of the swordsmen from the famous swordsmanship families who were vying for the position of head of the clan.

In the end, Evan was framed for a grave crime by the elders of the family and became a shadow.

‘When I think about it, it’s truly absurd. To have the son of a giant who supported the alliance suffer such a miserable fate because of his lust for power.’

Chris laughed.

‘Well, it was the same for me in my previous life. My mother and I were branded as the devil’s lackeys even though we had done nothing wrong. And that was all because of that guy called father.’

These were the parts that showed how rotten the union was now.

Anyway, ‘Geomje’ also had a connection with Dark Maga.

To be exact, it had a connection with the Nordic tribe of Nogaju.

In the past, the Norsemen of Nogaju were defeated by the Sword Master.

The problem is that he suffered great humiliation in the process.

It is said that the swordsman did not treat the mines like humans, and gave extreme insults to the defeated Nordians.

‘Thanks to that, the Norsemen of Nogaju grind their teeth just by hearing the name of the famous swordsmanship school.’

But, since the son of the swordsman was brought as spoils of war, what will Nogaju’s reaction be?

Still, should I ask you to respect him since he is the son of your arch-rival?

Never.

The Norseman said coldly.

“Cut off his head and limbs immediately and send him to a swordsmanship school. You can bury him next to the grave of the swordsman. If he sees that his son came to him with his arms, legs, and head cut off, the swordsman will be happy in heaven.”

“…….”