A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Novel Chapter 69

A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special Novel

Chapter 69. Terrorism (1)

"Thinking  about  it,  the  recent  movement  of  Hebrion  was unusual."

The criticism of Hebrion from the West Kingdom Union was increasing  in  volume.  It  felt  like  war  could  break  out  at  any moment with the current tensions in the room.  Five countries consisting  of  the  West  Kingdom  Union,  two  great  business groups, and heads of Artemis and Matop were of attending this great council conference.

Among  them,  all  of  the  leaders  shared  the  opinion  of  King Divide; except for the Saint, head of Matop and King Prillecha. A majority of them were expressing their unconditional enmity for Hebrion. This left Desir in an uncomfortable position, due to his  plans  for  peace  and  harmony  between  the  West  Kingdom Union and Hebrion. There was not enough time to unite these groups  but  the  consequence  of  letting  doubt  fester  and  each group further dividing, would be history repeating itself.

"I   apologize   for   showing   you   such   an   unfavorable   sight, Desir."

The Saint gave an apology for the slander directed at Hebrion in  the  conference.  Desir  was  thinking  about  other  things  but regained his senses after hearing her.

"No Saint, it is not you that needs to apologize." he responded with.

She smiled and asked.

"Where you thinking about something else?"

"Oh, well... yes. My thoughts just happened to drift..."

"That's   a   good   decision.   You   don't   need   to   mind   this nonsense."

After all, the current measures that Zod suggested to deal with the Outsiders were shelved while they decided to interrogate the Hebrion Empire.  It was a less than ideal  decision from Desir's perspective, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. His role was just to listen carefully to the conference.

Zod  went  back  to  his  seat.  The  discussion  relating  to  the Shadow  Worlds  was  finished  and  they  moved  on  to  the  next item in the agenda.

Tap tap

Desir tapped the arm of his chair with his other hand cupping his chin.

'So, he is worried about something.'

He   unconsciously   changed   his   position   several   times   in apparent  discomfort.  There  was  a  growing  feeling  that  was completely  different  to  that  stemming  from  the  decision  just made  relating  to  the  Hebrion  Empire.  It  was  an  instinctive warning  against  an  impending  threat  that  would  occur  on  a large scale.

"We have taken the back foot so far in these deals. As a result, the tariff for foods is going to increase a little bit in the coming year and..."

"Food is... the products..."

The voices became less distinct, like buzzing flies, making it hard to listen. Nevertheless, Desir kept trying to pay attention, as this was his first time attending. However it was to no-avail. He unconsciously ended up pondering over this growing feeling. It was just too ominous of a feeling to be continually ignored. It was  a  feeling  that  he  hadn't  felt  in  recent  days,  but  it  was definitely something that he had experienced too many times to be counted in his past life.

On the battlefield.

Why did he feel this now, of all places?


Maybe he was still somewhat affected by that nightmare. This feeling  must  be  anxiety.  It  must  be  because  this  is  the  place where she died. He felt a mounting pressure in his heart in-spite of his better judgement.

As Desir thoughts continued to swirl in contemplation of this issue, a very faint sound started. Almost like tinnitus. It was so

small,  like  a  water  drop  falling  into  the  ocean,  but  it  was definitely magic at work.

"Lord of Matop."

"What's the matter?"

"Is there any magic active around this castle?"

"There are thousands. Simply speaking, even the elevator we took is also a magical device."

"No, I mean defense magic as preparation against impact."

"The  maximum  level  of  defense  magic  is  activated.  It  can withstand attack magic of the Fifth-Circle.  What's lead you to ask this all of sudden?"


It can safely be referred to as the maximum level of defensive

magic in existence.


A huge amount of mana started spreading out like a flood. Zod and  Desir  immediately  focused  on  the  source  of  the  magic. Judging  from  the  massive  amount  of  mana  collected,  it  was clear that magic was about to activate. They had no idea when this mana was collected or when the spell was prepared.

Desir started analyzing the spell and tried to calculate how to invert   it,   but   the   level   of   magic   was   Sixth-Circle.   It   was necessary  to  have  enough  time  to  invert  Sixth-Circle  magic, even if the person doing it was Desir.

However, the magic had already been fully invoked and ready for activation at any time. If so, there was only one hope.

"Lord of Matop!"

Zod  realized  the  seriousness  of  the  situation  and  arranged magic spells in front of himself.  Under the control  of greatest wizard, the magic was arranged, formatted and invoked. Staring

at the magic forming around Zod, people in the room started stirring into action. One of them immediately threw accusations at Zod.

"Lord of Matop! What are you doing in the council meeting?!"

There was no time to answer each concern. Desir yelled at the top of his lungs.


But the impact was much quicker.


The sound of a huge explosion resounded. It felt and sounded like the sky was tearing open!

With this gigantic impact, all  the windows of the conference room  and  the  wider  palace  shattered.  The  palace  shook  as  if there was an earthquake. People standing immediately lost their balance and fell down, tumbling and rolling with the

undulations of the aftershocks that rocked the palace.

A huge fire burst into existence and in quick-order encompassed the entire palace. As the temperature inside began to ratchet up, for the people inside, it began to feel  like they were trapped inside a boiling blast furnace.


While  the  thousands  of  layers  of  magic  around  the  palace broke, debris from the activated mana started falling. With the broken defense magic acting as a source of fuel, the heat became even stronger. The flame looked overwhelming to all onlookers. People who were outside the magic formations were burnt to ashes without even a chance to scream.

Right  before  the  last  defense  magic  broke  Zod  lifted  up  his cane and shouted out an incantation:

[Will of Mahatma.]


From Zod's feet, cryogenically cold air fanned out. Passing by people, the cold air slammed into the walls of the conference room, against the flames that engulfed the walls. The air itself cooled and solidified. Extreme cold and heat collided and battled against each other.

There was a rapid expansion in the air! The currents of air raged with an explosive roar.

After a while, Zod collected his magic back. The flame of such intensity that it appeared to threaten to burn down the world had  completely  vanished.  But  this  only  allowed  a  temporary measure of relief.


A heavy sound resounded.  Desks and chairs were pushed to one side.

One could see the steel  frame of the broken window jutting out like a skeleton from the partially destroyed palace.  There were some unextinguished fires that continued to smolder from place to place, even after Zod's magic.

Zod stopped the magic by a hair's breadth, but the extent of his ability was to safeguard just the conference room. There was just  not  enough  time  for  him  to  create  a  more  elaborate  and thorough defense.

The conference room, no, the whole palace was collapsing. As reality set in, some people began to scream.

"What happened?!"

"This   is   terrorism!   This   is   terrorism   aimed   at   the   West Kingdom Union!"

"We must leave!"

People   had   to   evacuate   before   the   palace   collapsed   any further. They moved towards the exit in flurry.

Desir  murmured  to  himself.  It  destroyed  the  thousands  of defense  magic  formations  that  were  protecting  the  palace  in one-go and didn't give Zod a chance to prevent damage beyond their room.


It  was  a  Sixth-Circle  magic  that  was  able  to  burn  entire swathes of area. It was the magic that could reduce a big city to ashes if the caster carefully controlled its range of activation. For it to completely destroy so much of the palace, the area of activation of this spell  must have been deliberately narrowed. Only the people in the conference room survived. Everyone else were likely burnt to ashes.

'Why does this ominous hunch always prove true?'

They  weren't  able  to  stay  here  anymore.   Desir  woke  up Priscilla lying on the ground. The edge of her dress was torn and her neat hair was also messed up.

"We need to leave before the palace collapses on us."

"Let's hurry."

Zod agreed with that.

As Zod, Priscilla and Desir were about to follow the line of people  heading  towards  the  exit,  the  space  in  front  of  them suddenly distorted as numerous black particles started to form the shape of a person.  A man with a crow mask.  He exuded a huge  amount  of  power.  It  was  equivalent  to  that  of  a  Sixth-Circle mage.

He glanced at the escaping people and stretched out his hand. Magic started to active.

Zod quickly took the initiative to deal with him.


A  massive  shockwave  formed  from  the  resonation  of  magic and dust was kicked up. Both Zod and the crow were safe.

The  crow  started  to  begin  another  magic  spell  at  the  same time as Zod.

The magic battle once again commenced.

Blasts  of  violent  magic  were  exchanged  dozens  of  times  in short order.  Zod got closer to crow mask while continuing to invoke magic.

Zod momentarily approached and tried to teleport the crow by grabbing his shoulder.  He thought to change the battlefield by moving far away from here and finishing the battle in the open.

Their  bodies  granularized  and  ended  up  materializing  less than 10 meters away. This meant that the crow was also a great wizard and that he had successfully resisted the teleportation of Zod,  a  Seventh-Circle  wizard.  It  was  apparently  one  of  the expected outcomes though, as teleporting requires a high degree of concentration.


A dust cloud billowed due to the battle of Zod and the crow.

"Shit.   Who  is  this  guy?  Why  is  he  not  swept  away  by  a Seventh-Circle wizard!" The Saint coughed out.

Desir immediately responded to the question.

"It's because of us! We should leave now to get out of his way!"

That's right.

Crow  mask  invoked  a  destruction  magic  without  hesitation and Zod attempted to invoke his magic to offset and not to allow crow's magic to properly activate. As a result, Zod's magic was defensively focused.  Although he was invoking his magic way earlier and the power of it was superior to crow's, he did not appear to be overpowering the crow.

'Fully analyzing it is the only way.'

If he inverted the magic causing it to invalidate itself, then he can emasculate the wizard in front of him. Zod was trying to get to crow's core of magic calculation.

It was a very precise and highly encrypted magic. By the time Zod could get the rough hang of it and focus on solving it ...


Contrary   to   his   expectations   though,   Zod's   magic   was analysed.   Because   he   never   thought   his   magic   would   be analysed   back,   he   neglected   to   properly   prepare   for   this outcome, causing his defensive spell to fail.



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