The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 119 - Black Magic Extension
Under the night sky without the moon. A man was running in a hurry. Breath hunting. He had to get out of this terrible place, at least he should be able to get to the white territory that no one inhabited.
After seeing the number of deaths and someone he did not realize that the person had the potential to be the mastermind of all the irregularities in the Herbras Continent.
George began to break out in cold sweat as he recalled Jean's stiffened body which turned into a flake of a flower, fusing with Hortensia.
This black fog also began to suspect George. The reason, the pressure from this black fog was so great that it made him short of breath. He also needs more oxygen when running, unfortunately even the black fog is inhaled. Of course his chest grew increasingly claustrophobic, as if it was filled with wisps of smoke.
"I have to tell Clara right away!"
"Why should he know?"
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George stepped off as his ears again heard the same sound as the assassin who almost massacred the entire palace guard.
"Why are you still alive? I thought you were just a witch in a legend now..." George asked - asked.
To be honest he was reluctant to talk to this crazy guy in front of him. But if George can't kill him yet, then it's still a long way to go to see Clara.
Plus this man who faced him was not a mere human being. He had seen this man figure. Just as fierce in his mind, as he lost control and instead turned into a weapon completely.
This man came up to her and extended his hand. Said that he would give George great power in an instant. George who was being cornered without a second thought immediately accepted it, he forgot the consequences this man had said.
"How does it feel? Borrowing one's strength for a long time. Do you now feel what that girl feels?" Ask the man again in a defiant tone.
George was still downcast, it was very painful when faced directly with him. George was unsure whether his estimate of the identity of this man was right or wrong. All George felt was a sense of infinite tightness in his chest. He hopes his heart continues to beat.
"Is it really that painful?" George asked in a weak voice.
"Not really. That condition only happens when your body pulls black magic around. I don't know exactly what you did to them in there."
When I fainted. I thought he would kill me and go to Ranunculus territory.
"I'm not going anywhere. Before everything I put out comes back to me."
George was a little surprised when the man managed to figure out what he was thinking. Is his facial expression easy to read? But soon George was back to normal. There is no point in feeling surprised at any behavior beyond this man's reason.
"Black magic you mean?"
"Maybe... You guys call it black magic, huh?"
Apparently true! This crazy guy who helped me out in those crucial moments the other day.
"Did you not die in the first place?"
The man stared at George. His golden-coloured mane moved slowly as he moved his head slowly. He opened his arms wide and gave a proud expression.
"Which human is not dead? There is no such thing as immortality in this world." The man said softly at the end of his sentence. "Even Zavius did not live the true meaning of life."
"So, even with black magic you can't become an immortal?" George raised his eyebrows.
"The impossible thing to do. As great as that black magic is, he can't change God's destiny about death." The man shrugged both of his shoulders casually.
Why did this man say that black magic was not an object but a third person we were discussing?
"Are you curious?"
"Huh?" George suddenly did not understand.
"About the true power of this black magic. Maybe you haven't noticed it yet, but I'll be kind enough to tell you."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The man smiled broadly.
"He will cover up the existence of the sun and moon. You should be conscious, right? Now it's time for the sun to come and shine on the world."
"?!"
George raised his face quickly to stare at the sky that remained pitch-black. There was no change towards the morning, no light at all had managed to pierce through this endless night sky.
Damnit...
"Ah, talking to you wastes a lot of my time."
George again caught his attention to the strange man with the golden mane. This man slightly reminded him of a prince from Ranunculus, although the one in front of him did not have the same iris color as the face of the two.
The color is ruby. A clear sign that this man is a Lavoisier. So the first thing George guessed about his identity was the male witch in the legend. The old story that somewhat faded its popularity due to the times.
"You... What are you doing?!"
George shouted in annoyance as the surrounding black fog moved in line with the direction of the man's finger. He casually gathered them together in one place, a sword whose color was extremely eye-catching. That's gold.
Even George began to feel if this black fog started to fade and he could again breathe oxygen. He did benefit, but what his enemy did would make a streak of misfortune soon.
Unfortunately, the strange man ignored George completely. He remained focused on absorbing the black magic in this region of the Herbras Continent and gathering it into a sword.
"Humans are greedy, huh?" The man whispered.
The man thrust his golden sword into the ground. While his hands were circling the air as if he was hugging someone.
"I miss you. Come back to me."
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TRANGS!
Lraight managed to think of a sword that was about to separate the head from his body, just now it was really close. Lraight began to lose her focus as the night sky grew darker, no sign of the sun rising.
"Hey! Watch your steps!" Shouted Hendrick annoyed.
Count Cheltics and Vester were silent. They were not as bold as the Wayne to call a King by the call of hey, then shouted without formal language.
"You realize this weirdness?" Lraight said upset, the Wayne is always able to provoke his emotions.
"I knew. Black magic again." Cetus Hendrick then dashed again towards the enemy forces.
Lraight frowned. Hendrick's right. Black magic is doing something, or there is something else behind all this awkwardness.
"You're right..."
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The ghost looked out the window, his hand touching the transparent glass. His gaze was fixed on the strange movement of the black fog that was constantly moving towards the same place.
"What kind of shitty events are going to happen again...?"
"Get, what are you doing? Not ready to go to Ranunculus yet?"
The roar was shocked by the arrival of King Agapanthus. The ghost looked back at the strangely moving black fog for a moment before its steps followed the direction where King Agapanthus had gone.
Nothing was true since Freesia pointed her sword at Ranunculus.
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"What's the Prince?"
Valentina asked curiously when the horse she was riding with Rovers stopped. He must be curious. Moreover, Rovers had been staring intently at the pitch-black fog that blocked their view.
"Nothing - what. Maybe I just mislooked."
Rovers drove his horse faster towards the Royal Palace. Long periods near the border are not a good thing. Moreover, Vinca continued and continued to send troops to increase the burden of the Ranunculus. The Agapanthus army alone had not arrived on this land.
That black fog is moving towards Hortensia? Really... Is something going on there?
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"Meiger's? Are you okay there?"
Edmond with a pushy gaze looked at the black-colored night sky. It's not the color of the night. Black is a bad sign for everyone. Black magic is getting more and more rampant.
For some reason, he felt that his little friend was not in good shape - fine. Edmond was not a fool, he was aware of where all the black fog was moving. Or, Edmond should call it black magic?
"I can't smile anymore and say that this is all right. Nothing is normal today!"
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This madman why exactly?!
"What's? Do you want to avenge what's inside of you? For your death."
George stared at the strange man who had been hugging empty air all the while whispering that he missed someone. Come on, wherever he's been mentally crazy.
"Young man, you sacrificed yourself to keep that girl alive, didn't you?"
George was surprised. This man always makes himself feel the most stupid and do not know what about this world.
"If you were alone there at the time. You'd rather die than be a weapon. But since the girl is there, then you're receiving my help right now."
It turns out that's true of him!
"Actually we're the same, George. I also sacrificed my life to keep the girl I love alive."
"Huh?"
"In the story that my brother wrote, he must have believed that I was the real owner of black magic and because of your grudge, I spread my magic. But the fact is not! I didn't even know that Lavoisier had such an advantage. Though our only advantage is to make suggestions to you. Which you can also do if you learn."
"So the witch in the legend shouldn't be you? That's what you're trying to say."
The man nodded.
"Actually the girl I love is the owner of black magic. I'm just protecting him from the dirty hands of the humans." Said indifferently.
"He's Lavoisier too?"
"Of course."
"....."
"You must have thought that the girl's eyes should be ruby like mine. She was born with ruby eyes like Lavoisier in general. But with his possession of black magic, he changed the color of his eyes so as not to end up like all the members of Lavoisier who had been slaughtered away."
"And you're confessing - what am I as the one who has that black magic?"
"The perfect coin for you."
"What are you going to do after this?"
The man who had originally smiled widely, but upon hearing George's question, his smile vanished in the blink of an eye. His gaze sharpened, his ruby eyes looked terrible. Moreover, around him was a black fog that was absorbed into his golden sword.
"I will avenge myself. For me, for my brother's life, all Lavoisier and for Ivory." He said in a cold tone.
TB
Does anyone remember Ivory? The author never explicitly mentioned his name. He appeared in one of the chapters. Can anyone guess it?
See you in the next chapter~