I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 94

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (95)

What on earth happened?

Even though his eyesight was much stronger than before thanks to the use of Gangryongshik, Diego couldn’t understand the scenery in front of him.

“Did I follow the instructions?”

He soon shook his head.

Gangryongshik was the secret technique of the sect.

Even before using it, he had to enter the depths of the sect to strengthen his body.

During the process of becoming a dragon, he had to undergo grueling training to prevent himself from losing his intellect.

The duke had only changed the nature of mana instead of transforming his body.

Diego knew that this was a much more difficult method than directly transforming the body.

Handling mana with such precision was a matter of mental strength and talent.

You’re saying he simply copied something so difficult just by watching it?

“That’s impossible!”

Even with talent that reaches the heavens, it’s impossible to imitate something like that right away.

Even if he were the archbishop, he would not be able to infuse mana with the power of a dragon just by seeing the Dragon Style.

“Even the archbishop couldn’t do that.”

There was no way a mere 7th-rank knight could do it.

He definitely knew about the Dragon Style.

“You. How did you find out about the Dragon Style?”

“Didn’t I just show you?”

[…Don’t talk nonsense!]

Soon, a thought crossed Diego’s mind.

Confusion and horror.

And then anger.

He looked at Ethan with eyes filled with mixed emotions.

[I see. Eric… That bastard was angry. He was deeply involved with the kingdom.

The Shadow Knights.

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Bishop Eric was known to have been attacked by these men.

The reason he lost his mind was probably because he broke his “promise” to the archbishop and revealed information about Biki.

There was no doubt that the duke also shared the information obtained by the kingdom.

That must be why he was able to store the power of the dragon in his mana.

Ethan smiled wryly and looked at the bishop.

He was nodding his head to himself, lost in his own thoughts.

One thing was certain.

The church was looking for the reason why the eighth bishop had become so foolish in the kingdom.

“Good.”

It meant that the disruption had been successful.

Later, he might be able to find out who the real culprit was, but by then, he would have regained some of his original abilities.

Whether it was the archbishop or the head of the church.

By then, he would have nothing to fear.

“The power of the dragon.”

His arms were engulfed in flames.

A powerful force was flowing from them. The technique the bishop had used seemed more useful than he had thought.

After cutting off that guy’s neck this time, it seemed like it would be worth investigating the method he had shown.

“If you’re not coming, I’ll go first.”

The moment Ethan rushed forward.

[Look into the dragon’s eyes.]

The bright yellow pupils flashed.

The eyes of deception.

With the power of Yongrimok and the dragon’s strength, it was no longer a simple deception.

It could even be called the real dragon’s eyes.

How could a human resist the power of a dragon?

It was the limit of the human race.

Even the duke could not overcome that racial limitation.

That was the moment their eyes met.

Gasp!

The duke’s body, which had been rushing forward, stopped.

Seeing this, Diego’s mouth began to form a smile.

[Huh… Did you really think that a mere human could resist the power of a god?]

The duke’s mental strength was greater than expected. Even the dragon’s eyes, which would have crushed the mind of an ordinary human being, could not affect his mind in the slightest.

“…What a monster.”

How on earth did he manage to live without feeling even the slightest fear when facing the dragon’s eyes?

And he was only nineteen years old. Diego wanted to dissect his head to see what his mind was made of.

“…Even so.”

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He couldn’t overcome such immense power.

That was why the duke’s footsteps were bound.

Diego was using all the mana in his body to bind the duke’s footsteps.

A butterfly caught in a spider’s web, unable to move an inch.

Now, all he had to do was wrap the spider’s web tightly around the butterfly.

He had to do it carefully and thoroughly so that it couldn’t escape.

[I will slowly destroy your mind.

No matter how strong the Duke’s willpower was, there would be some weakness. If he continued to lock eyes with him and strengthen his dominance…

Diego’s thoughts were cut short.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

The moment the Duke let out a slight laugh.

This was because an enormous amount of mana flowed out, scattering all the magic power that had been binding him.

The bishop’s expression froze.

Even a 7th-rank knight was only at the beginning.

That was the level of mana the duke possessed. That amount of mana had exploded to the point where it felt like a 7th-rank expert in an instant.

“How could his mana increase in an instant…?”

Could it really change this much?

It was impossible according to common sense.

The duke continued to surpass the impossible.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

[How on earth…].

“I’m a little disappointed.”

The moment he finished speaking, the duke’s figure disappeared.

Kwaang!

With a huge explosion, the bishop’s arms dangled as he began to fly away.

Even after gaining the power of the dragon, he was unable to defend himself against the duke’s overwhelming strength.

Overwhelming power!

Diego trembled at that power.

“…It’s not working.”

Neither the eyes of domination.

Nor the threads of magic.

Not even the power of the dragon.

The duke was a monster that nothing could touch.

Even after receiving the power of Yongrimok, Diego was still no match for him. The archbishop came to mind.

Duke Ethan.

He was just like the archbishop.

“…I can’t win.”

He had to run away.

However, the bishop’s thoughts were cut short.

Before he knew it, the duke had completely blocked his escape route and was approaching him.

“I must survive!”

He had to report the duke’s terrifying power to the church!

He began to squeeze out his mana desperately.

* *

Nearly thirty magicians.

They were desperately protecting the area the bishop had created.

The power of the joint magic circle was certainly tremendous.

Even hundreds of elves couldn’t approach it due to the power of the defensive magic.

Ilia looked at the defensive magic. Even as a grand magician, she couldn’t cast magic indefinitely. Their magic was definitely tricky.

Moreover, there was one more thing that bothered her. It was the appearance of the swaying domain.

The bishop and the duke.

A huge noise was coming from the domain where the two had entered. It was clear to anyone watching that a fierce battle was raging inside.

“…Ilia. Will the Duke be all right?”

The elves listening to the noise had their ears perked up.

The man in the white robe.

It was one of the things that countless elf scouts had learned while dying that he was the strongest human in the fortress.

Although they had warned the duke, they couldn’t help but worry.

He was their comrade and hero who was fighting for the elves.

“He’ll be fine.”

Ilya replied kindly.

Puuuung!

An area connected by sticky threads of magic burst out in all directions.

The mages and elves.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the inside of the area. Depending on who came out of the burst, the outcome of the battle here would be decided in an instant.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed hard.

Soon, footsteps echoed.

Thud.

Thud.

It was a small sound, but to those present, it sounded like thunder.

Finally, someone appeared from within the realm.

Their emotions were mixed.

“No… It can’t be!”

“The bishop… The bishop was defeated?”

“That’s impossible!”

A cry of horror rang out among the magicians, while among the elves,

silent admiration followed.

The Duke.

In his hand was the Bishop’s head. It was a head with the entire lower half missing.

“…Did he kill that man?”

For the elves, the most terrifying thing was a human being dressed in a white robe.

A human being with such powerful magic that even those powerful mages had to bow down to him. The duke had killed such an existence without even a single scratch.

“…Ardan, the Duke.”

A member of that family was a powerful being who was completely different from the rest.

“In human years… he was nineteen, wasn’t he?”

Nineteen was not a particularly old age. Nevertheless, if he possessed such skill…

It was pointless to speculate about the future.

Soon, the elves cheered, brandishing their weapons.

“…The duke killed the white human!”

“Wah!”

“Kill the magicians!”

The elves’ morale was at its peak.

The thirty magicians released their joint magic formation and tried to flee in a hurry.

“Huh. Where are you rushing off to?”

With a single gesture from Ilia, their escape route was instantly blocked.

“This… crazy old man! Kill him somehow! We have to break through!”

The bishop was dead.

And even the duke, who had seemed unharmed, was dead.

The mages had long since lost their composure.

Even the combined magic array had disappeared.

The black-robed figures began to fall one after another under a hail of arrows from the elves.

Only one mage survived the battle.

A wizard wearing a golden insignia.

The reason he survived was simple. He had told Ilia to spare one high-ranking guy.

Ethan’s eyes lit up when he saw the insignia. The silver insignia he had obtained after capturing the chief priest.

The men were wearing insignia of the same design.

“They must be members of the Capital Magic Council.”

“…Kill him.”

With those words, the wizard clamped his mouth shut.

“I don’t think we can do it by force.”

Ethan had seen many different types of people. Usually, those who clamped their mouths shut like that were the type who would not talk even under torture.

That was when it happened.

[Let me take a look. What do you want to know?]

Ilya’s whisper reached his ears.

[Whether you reported our appearance to the sect.]

[I understand.]

Ilya approached the wizard and took out a bottle filled with liquid from his pocket.

“U… Ugh!”

The wizard wearing a golden emblem opened his mouth wide.

The liquid began to pour out of the open bottle.

Not only was he subdued, but his mana was also sealed, so all the magician could do was drink the liquid.

“What is that?”

“Huh huh. It’s a confession potion.”

Ilia immediately began to extract information.

“Did you report our appearance to the upper echelons?”

“Not yet… I couldn’t… Communication… was blocked… by magic…”

“How long do you think it will take for the higher-ups to find out about this?”

“…We receive supplies every month… It will probably take… about that long…”

Ilya nodded and looked at Ethan.

“Any more questions?”

“The location of the Capital Magic Council.”

“Where is the Capital Magic Council?”

Ilya asked again.

“That’s…”

The magician’s lips twitched, and he began to spit blood.

“Kuh… ugh…”

He collapsed onto the floor.

“…It seems like he’s under some kind of restriction. A powerful one at that.”

“Just like that bishop.”

“Was he like that too?”

“Yes. The moment I asked, he refused to answer. It was as if he was trying not to think about it, even subconsciously.”

In any case, we had already learned all the tricks of his technique.

Moreover, unlike the eighth bishop we had captured last time, this one did not have a transfer stone. There was no need to leave any loose ends, so we cut his throat with a single stroke.

Ilya nodded at his words.

“…A restriction that controls even the subconscious… What a profound technique. I must study it.”

Ilya floated the mage’s corpse in the air and looked at Ethan.

To be more precise,

he was looking at the bishop’s head in Ethan’s hand.

His eyes were sparkling.

“Can you give me the bishop’s head too? It will be a good resource for my research.”

“As you wish. His body is over there.”

Satisfied with his answer, Ilia nodded and found the bishop’s body. He then put both corpses into his sub-space.

“Go.”

Yongrinmok.

Now it was time to destroy the tree.

The deeper they entered, the more bizarre the aura became. However, in front of Baek-yeom, they could only retreat helplessly.

When they arrived at the huge hollow, the group came face to face with a giant tree.

A red tree stretching toward the sky.

Ethan’s eyes lit up at the sight of the black fruit hanging from the top of the tree.

“Hoo.”

Yongrinmok (Dragon Scale Fruit).

It was a fruit similar to an elixir, formed by Yongrinmok, which had sucked in the energy around it beyond its limit. The fruit hanging from the top of the tree in the hollow was literally an elixir.