I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain-Chapter 63 (2)

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The black knights who avoided the explosion scattered in confusion.

Ian glanced at a mercenary passing by and sent the swamp of resentment towards him before turning away.

The flames were spreading diligently.

Ian moved relentlessly, surveying the battlefield enveloped in smoke.

There seems to be no magic around.

He felt like he had become a fallen being or a demon.

But that didnt make him drunk with power or complacent.

On the contrary, he was the opposite.

He was already exhausted, and there were still many enemies.

He hadnt even killed anyone worthy of being named.

Above all, this was a situation he had never encountered in the game or in strategy guides.

Judging from the level of the cavalry, the quest in the game would have only assumed they would flee.

Not like the annihilation happening now.

So, for now, he had to focus on maximizing his abilities.

Perhaps even that wont be enough.

A bitter smile crossed Ians lips.

He never thought he would have such thoughts against humans rather than demons or fallen beings.

Of course, it was a result of various complex factors.

But the irony remained unchanged.

Ah, agh!

T-This, damn it! He has gone mad!

Chaos ensued among the cavalry.

Those in confusion aimed their swords and spears at each other.

The swamp of resentment was useless against demons or monsters, but it was incredibly useful against humans.

Especially in chaotic battles like this.

Ian maneuvered through them, sending the swamp of resentment whenever his cooldown was over, and dealt with the confused ones one by one.

Even the group at the top of the balance was no exception; Oleg was engaged with those in confusion.

Of course, this situation couldnt last forever.

Jjeoong-!

Ive been waiting for you, Ian.

The knight who blocked Ians surprise attack spoke.

Jonathan, the knight of Agellan.

Nice to see you again.

Ian stepped back as Jonathan, who had dismounted, gripped his sword.

You shameless traitor. Do you think the goddess will forgive you for this?

Theres no forgiveness or anything. I havent betrayed anyone.

Ian uttered as he drew the Sword of Condemnation.

And honestly, I dont care what Liurel thinks.

I knew it! You filthy fallen!

Jonathan shouted as he lunged forward.

Why am I a fallen one?

While thinking inwardly, Ian adjusted his posture.

Kwajik-!

The match was decided in one strike.

Jonathan was blocked by a surging barrier and couldnt even swing his sword down.

Ugh Hrk!

The Sword of Condemnation pierced through his armor.

Jonathan dropped his sword.

Blood gushed from his mouth.

I trusted you.

If you really did, you should have just come and asked me. Instead of doing this stupid thing.

There was no response.

As Ian drew out the sword, Jonathan collapsed.

Taking a life of someone he once knew left a bitter taste.

For a moment, he looked at the collapsing barrier again.

!

Ian suddenly turned his head.

Beyond the flickering flames.

Olegs back leading a few subordinates rushing towards him could vaguely be seen.

It seemed he had finished dealing with the glowing individuals.

He needed to chase after them immediately, but Ian momentarily diverted his gaze to the scene beyond them.

Because the smoke rising along the flames was slowly swirling to the side.

Like a hurricane was starting.

Within it, tainted magic spread like paint.

But now

Even though it was daytime. Ians forehead narrowed as he looked up at the sky.

The smoke-filled sky was as dark as night.

His breath became urgent.

Oleg would surely leave this area before being swept away by the tainted magic.

But he couldnt fly away immediately.

?!

A sinister chill.

As Ian turned his head, he saw, in an instant, Charlottes orange eyes that had suddenly rushed up to the vicinity.

She uttered.

I finally caught you.

While her hands, which had been held back, drew a sinister curve.

Pwook-!

The surging barrier momentarily halted her charge.

Ian moved reflexively.

Throwing a dagger towards Charlottes forehead, simultaneously casting dancing flames, and then unleashing ice prisons one after another as he flew backward.

All of this flowed smoothly without any interruption.

Ian constantly moved, trying not to reveal his position to that insane woman for as long as possible.

He had no intention of fighting her until he killed all the other cavalrymen.

Since there seemed to be no need to give up on him, he would face her only after dealing with everyone else.

Of course, he had also prepared for the possibility of encountering her before that, and the series of retaliations just now was a display of that.

Pbbbrbrbbong- Jjejeokjeok-!

As he ran in the opposite direction, Ian confirmed that the ice prisons covered the exploding flames.

While mixing chaos into his magic, he cast wind blades and flames one after another.

With each step he took, the blooming flames, imbued with the following wind, surged more fiercely.

The magical combination that turned countless monster dens in the first chapter into a sea of flames.

Ian confirmed that the flames were soaring enough to obscure his vision before finally looking ahead.

Damn it.

What he saw in his eyes was not Olegs back but a gigantic mass rising.

A horrific form made up of shredded pieces of human and horse bodies, flesh, and organs, not discriminating between humans and horses.

It was even self-replicating and increasing its size.

W-What is this, damn it!?

Its! Its a monster!

Terrified screams and cries of those who fell echoed.

A mass of bodies from all over was swelling up.

Ian looked up at the approaching mass of flesh.

A mass towering over two meters. It looked like an amoeba made of flesh.

From vertically torn holes that could be called the trunk, boiling sounds like magma erupted.

Accept your fate.

Did it even speak?

The next moment, something like a whip shot out from the mass.

Twisting his body, Ian caught sight of it passing by.

Tentacles, with pieces of bodies stuck to them.

Ah- Aaaagh-!

Screams burst forth from nearby.

One knight, entangled in the tentacles, was being sucked into the mass.

As he reached out his hand, screaming, his body was absorbed into the mass like sinking into a swamp.

His convulsing fingertips disappeared.

Swoosh-

Right after, several tentacles emerged from the mass in front of Ian.

Chosen one

Was it really you?

As Ian laughed bitterly.

Kwajangchang-!

Shattering the ice prison, Charlotte appeared.

The gems on her armor sparkled.

She, who had turned her body in midair, paused as if floating for a moment.

Her flickering orange eyes instantly found Ian.

Iaaaaan-!

Roaring, she flew towards him with her twin swords.

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