I Became a Mafia in the Academy-Chapter 143

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Chapter 143

His body was covered in scars, a testament to the violence we inflicted during his transformation.

“You bastards……!”

Black scales begin to rise from Fafnir’s skin as he stares at us.

It’s jet-black hair and violet, piercing eyes, complete with reptilian, vertically slit pupils.

He used Polymorph, a choice he made when he realized that its overwhelming size and mass would not make it easy to attack us and would only increase its range, but it’s the worst possible choice.

“I guess you have to be small to use your skills, huh?”

I rush at him, then punch him in the face but it raises its arms to block.

My fists collide with its scales and scarlet sparks fly everywhere.

“Light!”

He smiles through his arms, as if it’s nothing.

“I wonder if this one is light too!”

But Yoon Kwangsoo, approaching from behind, throws a punch at his side, and his body definitely shakes.

“How dare a mortal!”

“Do you even have time to look back?”

Drawing my shotgun again, I point it at the creature’s abdomen and squeeze the trigger, causing the condensed aura to spread out in a wide arc, lodging itself squarely in the creature’s body.

The creature’s body buckles and it is knocked backwards by the force of the blow.

“Kaaaaaah!!!”

He scrambles to keep himself from falling, spreads its folded wings to steady itself and stretches its arms out to the sides, shouting at us.

“Yes, I will fulfill your wish and kill all of you!”

At the same time, hundreds of magical circles fill the air around him.

It’s clear that this race, aptly named the Lords of Magic, intends to settle the matter once and for all.

“Poena Dei (God’s punishment)!”

Once again, a cross begins to form above his head.

The only difference is that the base is sharp as an awl, and the size is beyond imagination.

The pressure is immense, and I wonder if Fafnir felt it too because he raises his outstretched hands above his head, gathering the unfinished magic circles together.

The cross, which had begun to fall toward the ground, collided with his shield made of hundreds of magical circles and began to make a terrifying noise.

“Ascalon! Who the hell is using Ascalon?”

He shouts, looking around in frustration.

Apparently, it’s an attack that uses Ascalon to deal a lot of damage but the Ascalon he knew has long since vanished from this world.

Even if he tried to sense the holy power, it was impossible to recognize the new Ascalon at a glance in the sanctuary, where holy power was everywhere.

“Could this be Ascalon?”

I point my gun at the creature as it reaches for the sky, ready to pull the trigger once more.

But it’s already allowed several shotgun blasts, and the magic circle in its hand completely blocks the cross.

“That can’t be an Ascalon!”

Unease begins to creep in as the magic circle begins to emit grayish smoke.

I could feel a tremendous amount of magic coursing through him.

“Vanish as you are mortal.”

It was an uncanny sensation and the instincts etched into my body sounded the alarm.

As I recall the attack and its range to match its motion, I conclude that it is virtually impossible to defend against, and one option pops into my head.

“Master!”

Yoon Kwangsoo’s voice rang out through the cracks in my consciousness.

At the same time, a violet flame rises from the magic circle.

-Andardráttur (Dragon Breath).

As he utters the words, a massive amount of flames begin to rise and rush towards me, and I quickly pull ‘it’ out of the cube, throwing it into the air and twisting my wrist.

Item [Otherworldly Warehouse]

An item so durable that it withstood Ji-Hyun’s onslaught.

A golden gate appeared between me and Fafnir from nothing, and I immediately pressed myself against it.

──────!!!

Searing heat envelops my entire body and my entire body feels like it’s on fire, even though I’m not directly hit.

To feel this much pain even though I’m wearing my temperature-regulating, top-notch armor, I would have been dying in excruciating pain if I had been directly hit.

The creature’s breathing faltered.

If this is the kind of breath he uses in his human form in Phase 3, what kind of attack will he unleash in the final Phase 5?

I realized that I had to finish him off before then.

“You! Are you okay?!”

Bishop rushes over to where the flames have completely died down and the heat still lingers.

“……You’re better than I thought, huh?”

“I’m pretty much cooked through my clothes. I wish you’d help me a little.”

“Oh, sorry.”

She laid a hand on my shoulder, and the refreshing energy that began to spread through me eased the pain a little.

I wondered if she was a bishop-level cleric, if that was enough to take things to the next level.

“He’s starting to get wary of the Ascalon, and if he realizes you’re here with it, he’s going to focus on you, so you’ll want to stay behind as much as possible.”

“Okay. How do you feel now?”

“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble moving.” freew(e)bnovel

I clench and unclench my fist, checking my senses.

I feel a little less numb, probably because I’ve been through so much pain, but that might be a good thing considering what’s to come.

“Well, I’ll have to go help. If I leave it like that, even the master will die.”

As I summoned the door of the ‘Otherworldly Warehouse’, the surface of which was slightly melted, I could see Yoon Kwangsoo in the distance, engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Fafnir.

“How dare a mortal try to fight me as an equal with a fist that barely contains aura!?”

“Kaaaahhhh, Aura Formula is the strongest martial art of mankind!”

Fafnir, who doesn’t allow any more attacks and only strikes back, and Yoon Kwangsoo, who is constantly getting beaten up, but is buying time by strengthening his hardened body.

“Yoon Kwangsoo!”

“Were you alive?!”

Apparently, seeing my figure engulfed in flames, he thought I must be dead.

“You should have checked for sure.”

I slam my aura-laden fist into its torso as hard as it turns toward Yoon Kwangsoo.

“How did you–?”

The creature grimaces in confusion as it realizes the power of the attack.

The prolonged battle with him and the respect of the people watching this spectacle have been applied to my power. A different aura than at the start was now churning through my body.

“Rejoin the bishop for treatment!”

─Quang! ─Quang! ─Quang! ─Quang!

A barrage of attacks rained down on the creature, preventing it from harming the retreating Yoon Kwangsoo.

“Yeah, you’re better than that guy just now, I wonder if you were always a boxer.”

Poof. My fist is blocked by his hand.

The creature’s wings spread out to either side and it leaps up, kicking me in the face with its right foot.

I hastily raise my left arm to block the attack, but the impact sends a tremendous jolt through my arm.

I don’t know if it’s my brain or if the floor is rising up, but I know that if I stay down, there will be more attacks.

“Only you…… do it!”

I grabbed his legs with my upraised left arm and slammed my head into his face.

It was a technique commonly referred to as a smash.

“Crack!”

His head snaps back, blood spraying from his nose.

“I’m not done!”

A trickle of blood from my forehead soaks the corners of my eyes and begins to stain my vision red, but I have no trouble keeping my grip on the beast.

“You fool, my blood is poison!”

“It doesn’t matter because that shit doesn’t work!”

Fafnir sprouted scales on his forehead, somehow managing to take the brunt of the blow, but not the brain-shaking impact.

“Damn mortal!”

Glaring at me, perhaps angered by the continued one-sided violence, he punches me in the chest with his right arm.

The force of the blow sapped the strength from my left arm, which was holding onto his leg, but I kept my position as best I could and threw a punch back at him.

“You’re going to get your ass handed to you soon enough!”

I punch him in the jaw with my right arm.

Pow! I hear his face snap back, but he doesn’t seem to mind, swinging his left fist and hitting my right cheek.

Quang!

My mouth is instantly torn open, filling with blood.

It tastes bitter as it mixes with my saliva, but I spit out the blood and saliva I’ve collected into his face and throw out my left arm, which I can barely swing.

The creature’s face snaps to the right as he shakes his head in disgrace and pulls his right arm back.

At the same time, a magic circle begins to form on his arm.

“How dare a wormy bastard do this to me……!?”

After all that punching, there wasn’t a scratch on his face.

Even the ones that weren’t were slowly healing.

It was the perfect example of a ‘different species’.

But

“I’m not a normal human……!”

I was a Corleone.

Don Vito Corleone Temperament Characteristics, Abilities and Talents.

I was a special individual.

“I’m not a man to be disrespected by a lizard!”

The one and only heir to the Corleone family.

The desperate scramble begins as the muddy water at my feet takes on an odd color as it mixes with the blood that gushes from my wounds as the fight continues.

But my body doesn’t stop.

‘Protect thy children…….’

‘I wish only peace and moderation…….’

‘Value your blood…….’

Behind me, countless buffs were coming in.

My body felt light, my mind was clear and my aura was on the loose.

I felt my blood boil.

[The Ancient Berserker’s Ring reacts to your blood]

[Ancient Berserker’s Ring is at full power]

[The user’s stats explode]

The Ancient Berserker’s Ring activates by drinking its master’s blood.

Yes, this is why I fought him in hand-to-hand combat.

Ancient Berserker’s buffs and a bloodline ability that grows stronger the longer the fight goes on.

“This one’s going to hurt.”

Pulling my fist back like a bowstring, I channel this boiling energy into my right hand.

[Bloodline ability: “Corleone” controls “Midas’ Gloves”]

“You think you’re going to catch me with an attack like that, ridiculous!”

He raises one paw and slams it down, causing the ground to shake.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The creature sheds its human form and slowly begins to grow into a giant.

Compared to the first time I saw it, its size was many times larger, and it looked like an ancient dragon.

-óttastu mig(fear me)! I promise you a fair death as a reward for bringing me here mortals.

“Yes. I was sure you’d change to your main body when victory was assured.”

-What?

“Ascalon!”

Crosses fall around the dragon, forming a giant cage.

-What the—- It’s you! You’re the master of Ascalon!

He screams, convinced that the bishop is holding Ascalon.

-Do you think you can stop me with your tricks! I assure you, your Ascalon will not kill me!

“It is not he who will kill you.”

[Blood power: “Corleone” controls “Black Mist”]

“It’s me.”

At the same time, a red mist rises from my feet and begins to engulf the surroundings, gradually taking control of the area.

Learning to use the new Black Mist was not difficult.

Like an animal with instincts imprinted on it, my body moved naturally.

I glide through the red mist and begin to run toward the creature trapped between the crosses.

“It won’t last long!”

The bishop’s desperate voice comes from behind.

I didn’t tell him to hold on since I was going to end it all with this.

“It is useless, mortal!”

The creature raises its forepaws at my reckless lunge and solemnly declares.

-You are the first man since George who has caused me this much pain! Speak thy name! I will remember it forever!

The massive forepaw looms over my head.

Parrying it once with a knuckle strike of all my strength, I leapt for its heart and said.

“There’s no need for that, you’re going to die here today.”

At the same time, I extend my left arm into the cube, drawing out a secret weapon I’ve been saving for a long time.

It was a long iron stick, a little longer than a man’s palm.

Holding it in my left hand, sharpened to a point, I stare at the creature’s heart that was an odd spot rising upward, unlike the other scales, an inverted ridge.

I thrust the iron rod I’d prepared to drive into that microscopic crack right into it, and said to the creature.

“Rather, I will remember you, Fafnir.”