The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years – Chapter 226 – Decisive Battle (7)
Translator: Seven
Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko
Frey muttered softly.
<Wizard’s World.>
Krrr.
Space changed.
Lord could feel it more clearly than anyone else.
He looked at Frey with a deep gaze and saw that the blue energy that was overflowing in his eyes had started to glow brilliantly.
After looking at him for a while, Lord sighed.
[…I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, Great Mage.]
Lord felt the same way he had with Lucifer before. Just like that time, this was far below his expectations.
He felt that all the preparations and schemes that they had prepared were of no threat to him. Everything they’d done had only been able to injure him at most.
He never thought it would be so easy.
[I know what you’re trying to do. After understanding and deciphering the Dragon’s Dragontongue, you then applied the same principle to the law of mana.]
If Dragontongue could control the ether, then the power Frey was currently using could control mana.
That was why he was disappointed.
Because this power only controlled the mana within a certain space.
[How dare you say the word ‘world’ when all you are controlling is the mana in your surroundings?]
Lord’s voice shook with rage.
[Do you truly understand the law? This power that controls an entire area? Wizard’s World? Does it only have a grand name? Do you still not understand who is standing in front of you?]
Lord growled.
[You’re more arrogant than Lucifer. How dare you claim to have taken control of space in front of me?!]
Frey looked at him before speaking in a calm voice.
“You are a Demigod. Demigods use divine power.”
[That’s right.]
“The Dragons used ether, and the Demons used demonic energy.”
[…are you trying to say you need to do that now?]
“I need to. Definitely.”
Frey muttered softly.
Then, looking back at the steps he’d taken, he questioned himself. After he separated from his body and became a transcendent being, his emotions had gradually begun to fade.
He could feel even more clearly that he’d stepped out of the realm of mortality. In the end, he had become completely separate from the humans he was so obsessed with.
Nevertheless, there was something that didn’t change.
“I am a Wizard.”
…No. That alone wasn’t enough.
Frey shook his head then spoke with greater confidence in himself.
“I am the Great Mage.”
The explorer of mana.
That was who Frey was in essence.
“My mission is to explore mana, the greatest energy, and decipher the truths hidden within it. It is my duty to understand and adjust the complex laws of this world. That is the responsibility I hold as the Great Mage. That’s why, Lord, I will face you with mana.”
Ttuk.
Lord’s aura changed in an instant.
It was as though the calm before the storm had descended upon the area.
[That disgusting stubbornness. I’ve changed my mind again, Frey Blake. You don’t deserve to be our kin.]
Lord looked at Frey like he was delivering a sentence.
[First, I will suck out all of my kind’s power from your body. Then, I will kill you. You will die in the most miserable and humiliating way you can imagine.]
Frey smiled at that.
“If you take away my powers, I can die as a human.”
[…]
Lord closed his mouth.
He realised that any further conversation was meaningless.
Frey thought so too.
And so.
A silent clash of wills began.
* * *
It was Lord who announced the start of the battle.
He suddenly lifted his right hand and pointed it towards Frey. His entire body became covered with a pale glow, and his outstretched hand appeared even whiter than usual.
The distance between them was great. At least a few hundred steps. Nevertheless, instantly, it felt that Lord’s hand was right in front of him and large enough to cover his entire body.
This was a visual representation of the fact that Lord could close the distance between them in an instant.
Lord’s plan was also predictable.
He intended to touch Frey’s transcendent body and directly destroy his consciousness. If necessary, he would also torture him and much more.
He no longer considered Frey his own kind. Nevertheless, he still had no intention of killing him directly.
His goal was to absorb all of the divine power in his body.
Frey spoke softly.
<Get lost.>
Crunch.
In an instant, Lord’s hand, which was about to reach Frey, suddenly twisted in a bizarre direction. Then, his entire body flew backwards like he was a cannonball shot from a cannon, quickly flying so far away that he could no longer be seen.
The distance between them had been widened again. But this wasn’t enough to make him relax.
The blue light shining in Frey’s eyes became stronger. He narrowed his eyes, and as though he could see the staggering Lord who was slowly getting to his feet, he said.
<Fall.>
Thud!
Lord’s knee, which was almost straight, was forced into a right angle.
Unable to withstand the invisible pressure, his face soon made contact with the ground.
In this broken state, Lord lifted his head to look at Frey. The faint glow began to cover his body once again.
<Stop.>
Huk.
This word caused the glow to tremble dangerously. Then it was extinguished like a candle in front of a strong breeze.
Three words. With just three words, Frey had completely neutralised Lord’s actions.
These words weren’t temporary like Dragontongue either. They had the ability to last for a very long time.
Lord could no longer reach Frey, could no longer stand, and could no longer use his power as he pleased.
This would remain the case as long as Frey had the mental power to support it.
Yet, it was Frey who decided to call this power ‘Endtongue’. (TL: strange name, it was ‘created’ in the same way Dragontongue was, I’ll try to think of something better…)
“…”
At first glance, it seemed as though he was overpowering Lord, but Frey’s expression wasn’t very good.
‘It’s hard.’
He had restrained him, but he hadn’t caused any actual damage.
No. Could it even be called restraint? It wasn’t considered a restraint when a rope was tied around a rock.
It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t kill Lord with just this.
Frey calmed himself.
Now that he’d brought all of his power to bear, he had no intention of wasting any time. In fact, he was already feeling a bit dizzy.
This was the effect caused by his use of Infinite Field as well as a power with which he was not familiar. In particular, the aftereffects of his Endtongue were quite severe.
It was inevitable.
‘It is the power to change my perception into reality.’
It was an ability that could be called ‘reality manipulation’.
It might even have been possible for him to create matter as long as he had the time to increase his proficiency. It was a power that was no different from the power of God; however, it wasn’t universal.
If anything he said really could happen, he would have already told Lord to ‘die’. In fact, he still wanted to try it. But it was up to Frey to handle the impact his Endtongue had on reality.
Stopping Lord’s movements and extinguishing his very existence were completely different. And naturally, their aftereffects would also be different.
Frey was unsure of just how much of a price he’d have to pay for Lord to be destroyed. More importantly, he wasn’t sure if Lord would be destroyed immediately.
It was the same even now.
Crik, crik…
Lord was already resisting his Endtongue.
This wasn’t because Frey’s powers had weakened. Instead, it was because his body was gradually developing a resistance.
“Monster.”
It was a scene that he found hard to believe even though he was seeing it with his own eyes. This was because most Demigods would be completely defenseless in front of his Endtongue.
Crack!
He felt something break.
Lord had broken one of Frey’s three words.
It was the word <Fall>. He no longer felt a great pressure pressing him down.
[…]
Lord had temporarily regained his freedom, but he didn’t try to close the distance.
Instead, he just looked down at his hand and clenched his fist.
He didn’t have a choice.
There were still two words binding him. Unless he broke those two, he would not be able to approach him…
Whoosh.
-Probably.
In what could only be called a stroke of luck, Frey suddenly realised that the winds he suddenly felt were not the disgusting winds of Hell, and his eyes widened.
<Stop.>
He used Endtongue once again, and he felt that the winds around him had stopped.
Frey subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
If he had used Endtongue even a moment later, wind blades would have torn his body apart.
This was also Lord’s power.
‘He can use the power of every Demigod he absorbed.’
What Frey had restrained with <Stop> before was Lord’s own ‘power of space’. But there were dozens of powers that Lord could still use.
“I was mistaken.”
Frey muttered.
He’d intended to restrain him with the Endtongue before finishing him off with his divine magic power. However, he did not even have the time for that.
He had realised that now. His chances of defeating Lord had a very short window.
Now that only a small amount of his mental power remained, he would have to go all in.
Krrr-
Blue light covered Frey’s body.
Lord also felt the restraints on his body disappear.
[…]
He knew that this blow would contain Frey’s all.
His largest and last attack would be coming. In other words, if Lord could survive this attack, it would be his victory.
<Die.>
Crack.
Death had no substance. Lord was aware of that. However, Frey’s voice had clearly caused an embodiment of death to appear in reality.
Lord looked at this ominous, amorphous black fog. This fog, which seemed to drift aimlessly, gradually began to take shape.
[…]
Lord was speechless.
Then his eyes appeared. And nothing but rage could be seen within them.
It was a blade.
The black fog had slowly transformed into a sword that shined with a dazzling silver glow. (TL: RIKI?!)
Lord burst out in an angry voice.
[Insolent! Are you saying this is how I will die?!]
Then his body seemed to move impulsively.
Lord charged towards the sword without any protection from his power.
This was something that even Frey couldn’t predict. In an instant, the sword collided with Lord’s chest.
Jujuk-
Lord’s chest cracked. Then light exploded from within him.
Frey looked at this light. He didn’t blink even when his eyes started to burn.
The brilliant flash of light swallowed Lord, then the sword, and then, eventually, it swallowed Frey.