I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 75 (1)

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The flames did not spread widely, but shot up following the raging wind.

As Ian, who was flung out of the tent, regained his posture and landed.

Kwararr-

Black smoke mingled around the blazing flames.

Watching the subsiding flames, Ian immediately prepared for the next magic.

Soon, the judge, whose skin was slightly charred, burst through the smoke.

How amusing! In my long life, Ive never met a human like you!

As he shouted and swung his left hand down, the smoke storm raging behind him poured down on Ian like a backflow.

Kadeudeuk-

The frost shield formed just in time blocked the pouring smoke.

The surface of the shield was shaved off in an instant as if sliced by countless tiny blades.

Ian widened the distance.

In the judges hand as he landed, a vial the length of a finger appeared.

He gulped down what was inside in one breath.

Red liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Ians brow furrowed.

Looks just like blood.

Restoring vitality, isnt that cheating?

Before the useless thought was finished, the judges body began to heal.

The swirling smoke around him rippled even thicker.

It looked more like mist or clouds than smoke now.

If you wish to see my full power, Ill gladly show you.

The judges head snapped back as he uttered those words.

A throwing dagger was deeply embedded in the center of his face.

Black smoke billowed from the gaps as his mouth was torn wide open.

Chaenggeuraeng.

When he lowered his head again, the pushed out dagger fell to the ground.

The judge smiled as he watched Ian charging at him.

Truly a waste to kill!

Kkuahk-!

Contrary to his words, he raised the hand he had been dangling, and the smoke lying on the ground surged up and struck Ian.

Even as he was flung into the air spinning, Ian raised his hand.

Hwareulleuruk-

The flames that burst forth around him all at once poured down simultaneously.

The judge stretched out the hand he had raised.

Peurbeobeong-!

The smoke curtain swallowed the flames.

Ian, who barely regained his posture in midair, wrapped wind blades around his body and flung himself into the vortex.

Even at this moment, he was acutely aware of every situation.

Tessia being bitten and scratched by the swooping bats, but in turn grabbing, tearing, biting them back. The shadow raven she sent guarding Charlotte. The judge prepared the next attack beyond the barrier. And the black smoke clashing and burning together with the flames.

As time passed, his ability to perceive in a state of concentration was increasing.

Ppuahk-!

The next moment, the smoke rushed explosively towards Ian.

Indeed, its similar.

Ian recalled the Queen of Blood Tessia from the game.

Among her attack patterns was one similar to this.

Except that the smoke was red, it was essentially the same.

It seemed the judges ability was to absorb blood and claim it as his own.

So then

The way to nullify it should be the same too.

In the center of his palm, a lesser spirit imbued with magic was already spinning and unleashing the prepared spell.

Ppuwahk-!

The pouring smoke dispersed in all directions from the gale burst released.

Tornado, a basic gray spell that simply unleashed strong winds with a knockback effect in the game, became a true tempest by adding a pinch of chaos power and spirit amplification, scattering the smoke.

Ian hovered momentarily in midair.

Beyond that, the slightly charred judge stared back with widened eyes.

A blue light began to blaze from Ians raised right hand.

!

The moment the judges pupils trembled.

Ppuahk-!

Propelled by the burst of divine power, Ian charged forth, carving a blue arc in the air as he brought down the Sword of Condemnation.

The judge raised his crescent blade almost simultaneously.

This vampires body, tempered by long years of sword training, instinctively recreated the techniques he had mastered even in this moment.

Kagagagaga- Kkwajik!

His attempt to deflect the condemnation strike failed as the blade snapped.

But it meant enough for the judge.

As the strike cleaved his collarbone and tore open his right shoulder, getting hit in the head or left shoulder would have been fatal.

Chiiiii-

The remaining divine power on the blade charred his flesh.

Letting out a soundless scream from the excruciating pain, the judge called back all the dispersed shadow mist and servitors.

In the extreme state of focus that only manifested in life-or-death crises,

The judge concluded that the fatal injury he sustained was not immediately life-threatening.

He would have to retreat to Glomir and recuperate, but could regain his original form in a few years.

The smoke and shadow servitors were gathering at top speed, and in a few seconds they would overwhelm this human who displayed such an outrageous ability.

And his blood would bestow new vitality upon the judge.

This train of thought unraveled the moment he opened his eyes, momentarily squinted from the pain.

!

For Ians eyes were brimming with crimson magic, and flashed chillingly, as if seeing through the judge scheme.

Only then did the judge realize that time was flowing at the same rate for Ian as it did for himself.

There was no way for him to know that this human before him was once merely a game character.

No way to know that in the character creation process, Ian had chosen the concentration trait befitting a knight or barbarian warrior.

Being of a sufficiently high level for the trait to manifest meaningfully, Ian could always bring his potent powers of concentration to the fore in combat, backed by the intelligence and mental fortitude stats.

How?!

All the judge could do was be aghast at the fact that this mage possessed the innate talent to become a sword master, an ability only a rare few were born with.

And at that moment, Ians spell was swiftly completed.

Shwuaaaaaa-

Smoke and bats swarmed in from all sides.

For an instant, the world seemed to plunge into complete darkness.

No way.

Ian dropped the sword he was gripping and raised his left hand.

In the judges eyes as he fell weakly backward, a spirit blazing crimson with magic was etched.

The fleeting thought that it looked like a small sun crossed his mind the instant before.

Kwaaaaaaa-

Golden flames erupted gushing out from the spirit in all directions.

Kwararar-

The rippling wave of fire devoured the encroaching smoke and shadow servitors, spreading outward.

The endless torrent of flames.

The surroundings instantly brightened like midday.

Is he planning to incinerate the entire city?

The ground met the judges back.

But he could not take his eyes off the curtain of devouring flames still engulfing the smoke and servitors.

But its beautiful.

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