Chapter 210

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After finishing all the tests, the engineers observed the shattered Magic Armor, exchanging opinions.

“The head is completely smashed!”

“But the safety device worked perfectly!”

“At least we don’t have to worry about the user’s head getting crushed.”

While the engineers were deep in discussion, Ulan took off the Magic Armor and approached them, bowing his head slightly.

“I’m sorry for breaking it.”

That was his apology for destroying Delia’s Magic Armor. Meanwhile, the engineers waved their hands dismissively as if it didn’t matter at all.

“No, it’s fine.”

“No one got hurt.”

“Plus, thanks to your cooperation, we’ve completed the examination items, so the research funding will be released soon. We can just repair it then.”

Had Ulan not cooperated, the Magic Armor wouldn’t have passed the inspection at all.

So, even if one piece broke, the engineers didn’t seem to care much about it.

“By the way…”

“After you cast that magic earlier…”

“You approached Delia like you were teleporting. What was that?”

Three pairs of eyes gleamed with curiosity.

In response, Ulan began to explain about ‘Master’s Domain.’ The engineers gasped in unison, their faces filled with astonishment.

“Th-that’s the domain I’ve only heard about!”

“I’ve never seen it in person!”

They couldn’t hide their surprised expressions.

It was only natural. There hadn’t been a Master in the Endrak Kingdom.

The engineers, eyes sparkling, suddenly engaged in some hushed conversation among themselves and then cautiously approached Ulan.

“Uh, if you have time later…”

“Can we ask for your cooperation again?”

“We want to test a few things related to Master’s Domain!”

It was an offer Ulan had no reason to refuse.

Besides, he quite liked the Magic Armor. So, he nodded cheerfully.

“Sure. I’ll help all I can.”

“Wow, thank you!”

The engineers beamed with joy.

After finishing the conversation, Ulan stared at the Magic Armor he had just been wearing.

‘Why didn’t I have something like this in my past life…’

If I had, it would have definitely been helpful.

While he was deep in thought, Noa, who approached unexpectedly, seemed to read his mind and spoke up.

“There was Magic Armor last time too.”

“What? But…”

“You’ve never seen it?”

Ulan nodded silently.

No matter how much he tried to recall, he realized he had never seen Magic Armor. Noa shrugged her shoulders lightly in response.

“That makes sense. The Magic Armor was scrapped before the Abyss War even began.”

“Scrapped? Why?”

The reason was simple.

The Magic-Powered Train invented by Professor Melt escalated the war.

The engineers opted for scrapping it, fearing that adding Magic Armor to the chaos of repeated wars would make things even worse.

“Hmm, I see…”

With Noa’s explanation, Ulan nodded as if he understood. Then he made a somewhat regretful face and licked his lips.

“But still, scrapping it seems such a waste.”

Noa felt the same way.

Because securing Magic Armor would undoubtedly help significantly in battles against the Lords of the Abyss.

Especially against the number one Lord.

It would be perfectly advantageous when facing the King of Resurrected Corpses, the Lord of the Immortals.

‘I could block the Curse.’

The Lord of the Immortals and their minions wield powerful curses through physical contact.

This was a tricky curse that couldn’t be purified even with Divine Power, and thus, avoiding body contact was the only way to defend and resolve it.

‘But the Magic Armor is different.’

Magic Armor is an armor that envelops the entire body from head to toe. With it, you could fight the Lord of the Immortals without worrying about the curse.

‘The only problem is…’

In the original story, he had tried several times to acquire it but had failed every time.

Recalling the past, Noa let out an unconscious sigh out of frustration.

As they were wrapping up their conversation, Ulan looked back at the Magic Armor, an expression that conveyed his desire to obtain it.

Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed from behind.

A girl, walking lightly as if treading on air, approached and suddenly hugged Ulan’s waist.

“Hehe.”

The sound of her satisfied laughter soon followed.

It was, of course, Fertisha.

“What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to do this.”

Fertisha giggled shyly.

Pressing her face against Ulan’s back, she immediately explained the reason for her sudden action.

“It’s only fair to do this.”

“Fair?”

“Because Delia did it too!”

Why did Delia come into this?

Ulan tilted his head in confusion, seemingly not understanding what she meant. Fertisha responded with a bright smile.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. You just need to hug me like this.”

What a strange girl.

Ulan chuckled and turned his body, allowing her to do as she pleased, barely feeling her light weight.

However, there was someone who couldn’t tolerate Fertisha’s behavior.

“W-What are you doing?!”

It was Ivella Elea’ad.

After realizing Fertisha’s sudden action, she shouted with a flushed face. Fertisha, on the other hand, replied nonchalantly.

“I’m hugging Ulan!”

“Let go, right now?!”

“Ew, no.”

Fertisha held onto Ulan tightly, clinging like a cicada stuck to an old tree.

Yet, Ivella, fueled by jealousy, couldn’t win against her strength and ultimately had to let go of Ulan.

“I will resume the tour now.”

While the two girls were bickering, Professor Melt resumed the tour.

There were still many scheduled activities left. Thus, Ulan’s group left the Plume Workshop and moved to the next designated location.

6.

At that moment, in the Eastern Jungle.

This vast forest, bordering several nations including the Arpen Duchy and the Serne Kingdom, as well as the Endrak Kingdom, is one of the most famous Demon Realms.

It was known as a place teeming with all kinds of monsters, particularly dangerous Demon Beasts.

In other words, a place where human visits were scarce.

However, currently, the Eastern Jungle was bustling with dozens of people. Wizards clad in gray robes—Abyss Worshippers.

Most of the worshippers were middle-aged, but there was one notably young one.

“Hmm.”

A girl with dark blue hair.

Estelle Autra.

She was the chief disciple of Regens Autra, the head of the Abyss Worshippers, and the one in charge of the current mission.

‘I came here at my master’s command, but…’

Estelle’s mission was the assassination of Sven Isaac.

Yet, she had some doubts.

The Sven Isaac she glimpsed last time seemed far from the overhanging threat of the Abyss.

Moreover, she couldn’t understand why they would provoke the Holy Nation by carrying out such actions. However, Estelle’s doubts didn’t linger too long.

‘Still, I must do my job properly.’

This mission was a kind of exam.

Her master, Regens Autra, was getting old. Unless he received the blessings of the Abyss, he would step down from his position as the leader.

‘Then…’

That position should rightfully belong to her.

Estelle was a worshipper equipped with both strength and talent.

If she could succeed in this mission, it would prove her qualification for leadership.

So, she pushed her doubts aside and recalled her mission’s plan.

‘First, I need to join forces with the Undying Minions.’

Afterward, they would besiege Shulfern with the army of the Undying they brought along. Then, before reinforcements arrived, they would annihilate all existences in Shulfern.

‘The most crucial point of this mission is to only touch Shulfern.’

Avoiding other kingdoms was the best plan.

Especially, it was wise to steer clear of the Endrak Kingdom. Its long-standing alliance with the Holy Nation must not be trampled.

If they mishandle things, it would only provoke the Holy Nation further.

‘That must be avoided at all costs.’

Recently, Abyss Worshippers had been massacring priests from the Holy Nation who were investigating Sven Isaac, as well as the holy knights who had contact with them.

Yet, for some unknown reason, that mission had failed. Instead, they ended up drawing the Holy Nation’s attention.

‘So this mission will be…’

A race against time.

They had to complete all tasks and return to base before the Holy Nation intervened to minimize any damage.

While she was checking her plan, someone called out to her.

“Estelle.”

A middle-aged man with a large scar across his face.

Though there was no blood relation, he was a worshipper whom Estelle regarded as an uncle. He stated his purpose bluntly.

“It seems the Undying Minions have arrived.”

“Yes, I should go out to meet them.”

Estelle smiled brightly.

In fact, she had realized it before he even spoke.

She could feel the power of the Abyss blazing like fire in the heart of the jungle.

A little while later, unique beings appeared in the distance. Twelve distinct figures—these were the Undying Minions.

At their arrival, Estelle and the other worshippers swallowed hard unconsciously.

‘…They are on a whole different level than Rakus’s minions.’

The howling Eye of the Abyss.

Rakus was a lord of rank six.

In contrast, the Undying Minions belonged to the rank one lord, the Lord of Immortals. It was no surprise they felt a distinct difference in status.

But just then.

‘Huh?’

Estelle blinked her eyes.

She felt an odd sense of discomfort all of a sudden. Soon, she identified the source of that unease.

‘What’s going on? Why all of a sudden…’

The Undying Minions suddenly halted, keeping their distance from the worshippers. Up to this point, it was bearable, but what shocked her was what happened next.

Thud! Thud thud!

Suddenly, the minions dropped to their knees on the ground.

They bowed their heads toward the jungle’s center. Their attitude, once arrogant and high-handed, was now inconceivably different, leaving Estelle flabbergasted.

“…!”

A chill ran down her spine in an instant.

The moment she looked at the jungle’s center, where the minions had directed their heads, an intense chill gripped her.

How long had it been?

Soon, a pressure that felt like weight was crushing her shoulders as someone walked toward her from the center.

It was an individual with an ordinary physique.

Clad in a dark red robe, holding an unknown staff made of bone in one hand.

Yet strangely, with each step he took, the surrounding scenery rapidly transformed.

‘W-What is that…’

A look of horror filled Estelle’s eyes.

The previously verdant shrubbery withered and crumbled, while the previously robust trees appeared like lifeless old stumps in an instant.

As he walked closer, the jungle steadily lost its vibrancy; it felt as if just his mere existence drained all nearby life force.

Meanwhile, the person who had been approaching stopped at the place where the Undying Minions were bowing their heads.

With ninety-nine steps remaining.

Then, a sprout at Estelle’s feet rapidly withered away. Witnessing this scene made her tremble like a aspen tree.

‘Oh, oh no!’

At last, she realized what the dark red robe signified. Now, she began to comprehend the reason for the unexplainable pressure she felt.

Suddenly, the Undying Minions shouted in unison.

【O Abyss Worshippers!】

【Bow down to the King of All Deaths!】

In essence, the only being worthy of the arrogant and self-righteous Undying Minions bowing down was none other than their master.

Astevan Urvatra Mordem.

Rank one lord. The pinnacle of the Abyss Lord who commands all deaths and immortals. Estelle and the Abyss Worshippers immediately pressed their heads to the ground.

Yet, there remained one question.

‘I haven’t heard of this…’

Previously, they had been told that only the Undying Minions would cooperate. So why had the Lord of the Immortals appeared here?

However, that question quickly dissipated.

Under the crushing presence of Astevan, all lingering thoughts vanished completely. As the silence lingered.

Swoosh!

The wind blew, and the Abyss’s magic, which had been blazing around, was suddenly absorbed into Astevan’s body.

In an instant, he consumed all the magic power.

Then he finally spoke.

【-It’s insufficient.】

With Astevan’s single command, the Undying Minions shouted loudly.

【Offer more magic power!】