The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 247

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Chapter 247

After that, there was no conversation for a while.

Ashuria had her eyes closed, seemingly taking a moment to rest and catch her breath. Basara entered a meditative state to minimize the consumption of his aura and boost natural recovery.

As for Rubas, though only slightly, he was beginning to recover.

Rubas might seem the most useless in this situation, but Basara didn’t see it that way.

Had Rubas not strained himself to use magic at the beginning, Basara would already be dead.

Though they often bickered and competed, to Basara Krevad, Rubas Hontail was the only true friend in a similar position.

The monsters here, taken individually, weren’t always dangerous.

But their sheer numbers and unpredictable appearances were the real problem.

That wasn’t just the case for Basara—Ashuria and Rubas also often barely reacted in time.

"Let’s move... any more rest would be counterproductive."

Eventually, Basara finished circulating his aura, picked up his spear, and with his free hand, lifted Rubas onto his back.

"The monsters… they don’t seem to target Rubas. If we get into a fight, I’ll set him down and take the front. You focus the firepower."

And so, the three set out again.

However—an eerie stillness lingered.

By the time they realized something was wrong, they had already stepped into a massive cavern that was no longer shaped like the cave they'd been navigating.

“Hey. Ashuria Abelgard. You know, from all my battle experience, I’ve developed a sense for danger. When things are about to go bad... I get this weird, chilling feeling?”

“……”

“I think this is one of those times.”

BOOOOOOOM!!!

In an instant, the entire terrain twisted, and something enormous burst forth.

All around them, gaping mouths filled with endless darkness and razor-sharp teeth emerged—dozens of them—snapping viciously.

The walls writhed with hundreds, thousands of pale, human-like hands creeping out unnaturally.

And then—

At the center of the space, a massive black sphere formed.

It soon split open with a grotesque sound, revealing a monstrous eye.

It had eight pupils.

One eye, yet it moved as if it saw in eight directions at once.

The shifting, chaotic pupils were terrifying to behold.

Faced with that grotesque and overwhelming sight, Basara felt his strength leave his body.

Thud...

His fighting spirit vanished in an instant.

It was a fear so strong it completely crushed his will.

As the eight pupils locked onto them, Basara began to tremble like a leaf.

A genius?

A disciple of the Everlasting Star?

That was just a background that allowed him to run faster than others—it didn’t mean he could instantly become the continent’s strongest.

The fear felt like his soul was being ripped from his body.

Basara realized how utterly powerless he was.

‘I’ve worked so hard, haven’t I? I’ve gotten stronger, haven’t I? Why does it still feel like I haven’t even come close?’

Those thoughts that he always carried inside were now gone without a trace.

He realized—human talent is not the measure of the world.

Even a trained genius can fall before a single moment of catastrophe.

“Ah… Aaa…”

In contrast, Ashuria, face blank, reached out toward the monster.

CRACKLE!

Lightning erupted from her fingertips, engulfing everything.

But compared to the giant lightning storm they’d seen in the forest, it was pitifully weak.

ZAP!

The lightning clashed with the monstrous eye, but it was Ashuria who ended up wounded.

Cough!

She coughed up a large amount of blood and collapsed with a vacant expression.

“Why… why is this…”

Basara couldn’t believe how easily Ashuria, whom he had come to know as incredibly powerful, had been brought down.

She staggered, using her staff to stay upright, and tried to cast another spell.

Cough!

But again, her spell did no damage, and her condition deteriorated rapidly.

Red tears of blood streamed down from her eyes.

“No… it’s mage killing…”

Mage Killing...

He had heard of it before.

When a mage’s mana flow is disrupted, or when their total mana reserve is shattered, the mage themselves suffers severe internal damage.

That’s mage killing.

But to cause it deliberately?

Only the worst of monsters—demon lords of the Demon Realm—were said to be capable of such things.

The giant eye stared down at her without a word.

The white arms stretching from the walls began slithering toward her.

Is this how it ends?

Dying so helplessly?

He hadn’t realized how bitter it would feel to die because of youth or inexperience.

He had trained believing that if he kept working hard, he could become like his grandfather someday—but the world was unfair.

“So unfair…”

He gave a hollow laugh and closed his eyes.

Ashuria and Rubas could no longer fight.

The enemy was just that bad.

As he prepared to accept death—

The arms reaching toward Ashuria were suddenly torn apart by blades of lightning.

“Huh?”

At the same moment, Basara saw it.

In the spot where nothing had been just moments ago, Professor Leon appeared out of nowhere, catching Ashuria and supporting her.

“Mage killing, huh? Is she insane? Using multiple spells in that condition without resetting her flow... She needs treatment.”

Leon handed Ashuria to a girl behind him.

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That girl—Basara recognized her from the training grounds.

The beautiful girl who had once harshly criticized him, making him furious.

Why were the two of them here?

As Basara pondered that—

From behind Luna, something unexpected shimmered into view.

Two pairs of wings made of light.

They looked like something out of legend—if angels existed, they’d have wings like those.

The wings fluttered once, casting a five-colored glow, and Ashuria’s expression quickly softened.

The girl then gathered multicolored energy at her fingertips, spread it, and approached Basara.

“I told you to just take the exam. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Who… what are you, really…?”

“Does that matter?”

At that question, Basara couldn’t respond.

Come to think of it, the girl before him had always been that way.

Though she looked to be around the same age as Basara or Ashuria, it was hard to truly regard her as the same kind of being.

Soon, with a gesture from her hand glowing faintly, Basara felt all the injuries that had been plaguing him suddenly vanish.

He was stunned, inwardly shaken by the sheer absurdity of the healing power.

He had seen many priests with advanced healing abilities, but this level of recovery—healing symptoms this severe in mere seconds—was something he’d never witnessed before.

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A bizarre sound rang out, and Basara, startled, turned his gaze toward the monster.

The creature had suddenly started howling and thrashing about in strange, erratic movements.

“Professor Leon!! Right now!! You have to get out of here!!”

He wasn’t saying it out of respect for the professor—it was more like shouting at a peer.

“As long as those monsters are fighting, they’re constantly draining our mana and aura! You’re the only ones still in good enough shape to escape without issue…”

“Basara Krevad.”

At that moment, a chilling voice cut through the air—Leon’s voice, who had been silently watching the monster.

A shiver ran through Basara’s entire body, and his mouth shut instinctively.

‘Why… why am I frozen like this?’

Just now… what was that?

“Leon. Thanks to the fruit, there’s nothing holding you back anymore.”

“I know. That’s why I said I’d handle it.”

Berga’s main stock was non-physical energy—mana and aura.

But since they’re still living beings, there’s a natural limit to how much they can consume.

“If it senses something off while eating, it’ll resist or flee.”

“That’s why we’ll start by severing all its limbs so it can’t resist in the first place.”

At the same time, something began to ripple around Leon.

No one had felt even the faintest hint of mana or aura from the boy up until now.

But now, a powerful, unfamiliar current was rising from his entire body, and Basara’s eyes widened in shock.

Like a sports car gradually picking up speed, the mana around Leon began to swell—until it was visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Ashuria’s eyes began to widen slowly.

“Ashuria Abelgard. Your specialty is lightning magic, right?”

“…Yes, Professor.”

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to manage this, but… I’ll give you something worth aiming at.”

With those words—

The mana lightly rippling around Leon suddenly exploded outward in a wave.

Basara’s eyes opened so wide it felt like they might tear.

Even though he primarily used aura and wasn’t well-versed in analyzing mana, he could feel it clearly just from the electric sting on his skin.

Ashuria’s overwhelming mana, which until now had seemed like an insurmountable wall of power, now felt like nothing more than a bucket of water before an ocean.

The massive flow of mana surging around Leon, taking shape and writhing like a living thing, gave the terrifying illusion that it was gazing down on the entire world.

Beyond a cold sweat, Basara felt every inch of his skin crawl as his hands trembled.

Leon hadn’t been without mana—he simply had so much that the difference was incomprehensible to others.

It was the same as his grandfather, Spear Saint, whose aura was so controlled and refined that it was nearly impossible to detect.

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[Transcending the Realm]

Gigantic streaks of thunderous energy began to surge around Leon, and all of the giant eyeballs belonging to the monstrous creature turned to him in unison.

“Don’t cast magic at that thing, it’ll—”

BOOOOOM!!!!

In that moment, something incredible happened.

Every single one of the creature’s eyes—focused on Leon—burst simultaneously.

The massive eyeballs twitched violently, glowing with a manic light.

“What the hell is that…?”

[8th Circle – Explosive Lightning Class]

[Keraunos]

Finally, the lightning gathering in Leon’s hand coalesced into a single, bizarrely shaped spear.

Could that even be called electricity?

It wasn’t fast and sharp like typical lightning—it was smooth and slow.

A form unlike anything seen before.

Crackle…

As Leon’s hand moved slightly, a faint sensation like a static shock filled the air.

CRACK!!

And then, in an instant, bolts of lightning shot out, giving the monster no time to react, melting every gnashing mouth on the ground and every pale, grotesque arm clinging to the walls.

No one saw the spell being cast.

There was no explosion, no target burning up.

There was just a flash—and then it was all over.

Basara, unfamiliar with magic, could only gape at the result.

Ashuria, however, stood there frozen, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she stared blankly at what she had just witnessed.

“Ah… aaah… wow…”

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