9th Circle Lord

A barrier-like mountain range opens at the entrance to a desert called the unknown frontier.

It's called the Blade Mountains because of the sharp, sharp peaks.

And this blade range was Wyvern's habitat.

After a long journey, I finally reached the Blade Mountains.

I'm glad I finally came to my destination, but my group's expression is depressing.

It was one reason.

Chiara.

I don't think that Chiara, who repeated her awakening to sleep, would wake up like she had been in a long hibernation at any moment.

I slept without eating, and my body became increasingly lazy. This is the exact opposite of Chiara's past.

Elena cries when she sees Chiara. It's a short encounter, but she was very fond of Chiara.

I wish I woke up and laughed and buzzed again, but Chiara didn't think it would happen differently from her wishes.

She as well as her group all had a heavy atmosphere due to Chiara.

Dolken looks unusually weepy, and Kane and Jacques also stretch their shoulders.

On the other hand, Luther was very busy.

A magical enchantment with numerous schematics and runes on the cart emits a subtle light.

A magical power with healing properties surrounds Chiara. It was a strange Chiara who died right now, but his muscles were holding up thanks to Luther's unyielding efforts.

The look on Luther's face at Chiara is serious.

"What the hell is wrong with you? ’

The cause was obvious.

Contaminated Magic Stone. One of the characteristics of the monster, Black Magic, must have disappeared and died.

Now that we know the cause, we can solve it. But that was rarely easy to solve.

Luther's hand moved.

I breathed pure Mana into Chiara's body.

Manna, who was flowing gently, flows gently through the interior of Chiara, and then escapes again.

I failed again.

Luther's glans narrowed again.

‘My body refuses Mana. ’

I've never seen anything like it again.

The nature he breathed was the property of light, which made it easier to melt in the body.

The attribute of light is like a warm embrace. It's hard to resist if you're a creature.

However, Chiara's body rejected the light attribute.

It's a situation I don't understand.

In the absence of a solution, Luther thought fundamentally about the contaminated Magic Stone.

"Did the dragon really do it? ’

It was a meaningless assumption, vague speculation, but now it hardens with conviction.

‘There is no way to replace a contaminated magical stone. ’

Everything is wasted because the body refuses and spills the Mana.

Luther decided to use the magic camp's Mana as his next move to somehow lock her in.

All I have left to do is wait.

When Luther retreated, Elena, who was watching nervously, urgently asked.

“Luther. Is Chiara a cure now? ”

“I know I have to wait. ”

“Do you know why this happened all of a sudden? What kind of sickness is that? ”

Her desperate voice was close to a plea.

Luther said there was a wall.

“I was cursed, not sick. ”

Elena's face is fresh.

“I, cursed? Who the hell is that?”

“I don't know. ”

Luther said Elena was more sluggish.

“You'd better be prepared. ”

Elena's eyes twitch.

Kane urgently asked.

“You could die? ”

“Be prepared for the situation. If you're in this state, you'll have to accept the worst. ”

Elena shed tears because she couldn't stand the desperate news.

“Phew……. Chiara.”

Dolken murmurs as if incredibly dumb.

“That can't be, but I ran pretty well until a while ago. ”

Chiara, who used to make fun of herself running around as a pain in the ass, is good to see.

Dolken stuttered and asked.

“Wouldn't we be able to fix it? Isn't Luther always like that? Since you've always made it impossible, can't you do it again? ”

In Dolken's eyes, Luther is like a god.

Clogged, stubborn.

He is an admirer and an object of admiration to Dolken.

There's no way he could have done that.

Luther calmly replied to Dolken's desperate eyes.

“Sometimes it's impossible. ”

It was now.

Chiara was influenced by a much stronger being than herself.

There is practically no way to touch it.

Dolken lowered his head in frustration.

Jacques, who was wailing, said a word.

“I don't want to lose Chiara. ”

Not to mention Jacques, everyone was loyal to Chiara.

Luther said.

“Once we've done what we can, let's keep an eye on the progress. ”

Elena felt dizzy.

“Luther. Please save Chiara. I don't want to lose it like this. ”

She was as pretty as my cub, but suddenly she lost it. Luther advised her to cry.

“Life and death are one. It will be harassing, but we must accept it. ”

I can't help it.

It is better to be mindful that the dead can't live because they are suffering.

Luther would be uncomfortable if Chiara were to die, but in the end, she would live with her heart buried.

The world he lived in was too hard to be sad.

While watching Chiara's progress, Luther heads to the Blade Mountains to pick a Wyvern that will open his eyes to Jacques.

A huge Wyvern with black wings roams the sky like darkness.

Wyvern, who was pivoting in the direction, did not find a router passing beside him.

He speaks Fly and Invisible magic simultaneously and heads to the peak.

Luther searched Jacques for a suitable Wyvern for an eye transplant.

‘I should be the better one. ’

There are many options anyway, so I'm going to pick the best one for Jacques.

Wyvern, all over the Blade Mountains, folds his wings and watches the ground.

It was a high ground where clouds float, but Wyvern's eyes never miss moving on the ground.

No human being had penetrated them into the desert because of the same look on the blade as the name of the mountain range.

As Luther sweeps through Wyvern, a monster is heard beyond the peak.

Argh!

Turning his head, he confirms that one Wyvern is fighting in the air with the same Wyvern horde.

The lone-fighting Wyvern had wrinkled skin at the dull grey spots, 1.5 times more spherical than the other Wyverns.

It's like an old Wyvern at first sight.

The old Wyvern was confronted with ten relatively young Wyverns.

It's more fun than a cripple. I caught his curiosity once because it was a battle between monsters called Wyvern, whose reality was unknown.

Why are you fighting? ’

I wondered whether it was a chieftain's quarrel, or whether he was just old, but the fight was leaning towards the old Wyvern, unlike Luther's expectation.

Old Wyvern was clever.

When Wyvern tries to bite, he counters with claws and wings, and attacks the weak Wyvern first.

‘That's okay.’

I was going to put something in Jacques' eyes, but that old Wyvern seemed qualified.

Both sides were affected by the escalating fighting.

Five of the ten young Wyverns crashed to the ground, and the old Wyvern suffered deep cuts to the side and neck.

I retreated to the other side of the peak to see if the young Wyvern was pushed by the old Wyvern. The old Wyvern roars in triumph.

Argh!

I won, but I can't see the wound healing.

The old Wyvern starts to move around with no strength.

Luther chased the old Wyvern.

The place where the old Wyvern arrived was a cave on the hillside of the mountains.

As soon as he entered the cave, Luther grabbed his nose.

Whether it's a shelter or a toilet, all kinds of smells have been pushed in.

There is an old Wyvern who takes a rough breath as he enters deep through the stench.

When I heard the sound of deep breathing in my lungs, I felt like a candle going out.

The old Wyvern did not recover his wounds, but breathed as it was.

Luther approaches the old Wyvern and raises his eyelids.

“I'll take care of your eyes. ”

The eyes were big, but the size and volume were magically processed and polished, so it didn't matter.

While carefully collecting the snow, Luther glances at the back of the old Wyvern without hesitation.

What is it?

I saw a writing on the wall at the end of the cave.

It's not wild either. It's runny.

"The old Wyvern's cave wall has a runner? ’

Nolan Luther immediately approaches the wall.

Runner wore out and faded after many years of wind waves, but it was not recognizable.

Luther, who was going through the first verse, opened his eyes.

[Finally escaped that despair. I finally became a body of freedom, but my body was rotting. In the end, I couldn't get away with it. But I will not leave empty-handed. If anyone sees this article, remember me. My name is noble Drexia. It was the last high elf to fight for the liberation and freedom of the race.]

Luther, who interpreted the verse, muttered.

“High Elves? High Elves? ”

Heielf was one of the mythical factions, like the dragon.

He loves nature, and he deals with a mysterious summoner called the Spirit.

Of course, it is only known as a mythical and decorated story.

However, I found traces of Hielf in Wyvern's habitat.

Luther was zinc-pale.

“I can't believe they really existed..... ”

It was the moment when the myth in the legend revealed its substance before him.

He studied his mind and finished reading the writing.

Unfortunately, the rune language no longer followed. Whether it was engraved a long time ago or erased, many writings are inevitably rare to read.

And the next sentence made Luther even more shocked.

[Magic is the only weapon that reaches the end and also fights them. But somehow eight circles were the limit. I tried to be a Nine Circle for a long time, but the number failed. And now before death. I finally realized. The Nine Circles are impossible by their own power. We have to deal with power like they do.]

Kung!

I feel like a stone fell on my head.

In a surprising place, 9 circles of clues were obtained from surprising figures.

Everything is questionable.

But one thing is certain.

The owner of this article found out how to become a 9 circle.

Luther began to read and descend with an eye of aspiration.