The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

Frost and Aiomaier’s swords moved fiercely to take each other’s necks.

Sword Sage Style Secret Technique

Four Illusory Beheading Sword

Brilliant Pulling Sword Enlightenment

Golden Ring Broad Shadow Pulling Sword

Solar Eclipse

Frost countered Aiomaier’s attack, charging with four substantial clones, using golden sword rings.

Kwaaaaaang-!

Once again, the swords of the two men clashed, and the ground was overturned.

Amidst the scattering dust, jade-green sword force and golden sword force fluttered in disarray.

Even though they couldn’t see an inch ahead, the two swung their swords as if they knew where the other would attack.

The two moved as if it was prearranged, seeming to perform a dance.

What stopped the seemingly endless confrontation was a single arrow that pierced through the barrier trapping the two men.

Kwaang-!

“Umm…!”

At the sound and impact that couldn’t be thought of as a sword and arrow colliding, Aiomaier let out a groan.

A man wearing glasses, with deep dark circles and completely unkempt hair, entered the barrier and said to Frost.

“I am the 11th Apostle, Donovan. I will finish killing that fellow, so you go to your son.”

At Donovan’s words, who introduced himself as the 11th Apostle, Frost bit his lip.

“Why only come now?”

Even though he was a superhuman, he was quite exhausted after fighting a life-or-death battle for three days.

The current timing felt malicious.

Frost gritted his teeth, thinking it was intentional.

It was clear that even though he could have come earlier, he had induced him to exhaust his strength so that he wouldn’t become a variable in the ritual.

To that question, Donovan smirked.

“Don’t like it? Then keep fighting. If you go now, you might be able to say your last goodbyes before the ritual.”

Even with the mocking tone, Frost couldn’t give any answer.

“Did you perhaps expect the nice-sounding excuse that you were entrusted with this because you could best predict the movements of Gelsto Aiomaier?”

Grind!

Frost had no choice but to turn around and head towards the city, even while grinding his teeth.

If the ritual proceeded, Vermilion would fall into a deep sleep for the time being, and even after waking up, he would have to serve as their puppet for a while.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Seeing Frost leaving with an apology, Aiomaier couldn’t even attempt to stop him.

After Frost had completely left, Donovan snickered while summoning Death Knights.

“From now on, I will be your playmate. Ah, you just need to dodge.”

As Donovan pulled the bowstring, black magic power densely condensed, and an arrow was created.

The Death Knights in front each created black magic sword force and sword energy.

Aiomaier, whose stamina had hit bottom, took out a pill from his inner pocket, chewed it, and shouted.

“Attack…!”

Kwaang-!

Before he could even finish his words, a spear of blue-white flames flew from afar and struck the Death Knights and Donovan.

“Aaaah! Wh-what! It contains divine power?!”

The five ranks of Death Knights guarding Donovan’s front vanished on the spot, and the other five ranks writhed in pain.

Donovan’s left arm was also pierced and severed.

Abassael, who had fired the magic from a distance, lightly whistled.

“Let’s see, hit them appropriately with magic that extracted the power of holy water, then immediately leave the place and head to the next location. Really, how does the master predict situations like this?”

After muttering that, Abassael immediately ran away.

Aiomaier, who was startled by the sudden situation, charged at Donovan, exuding killing intent at the unprecedented opportunity.

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I rode the wooden board with semi-gravity magic and raced through the city streets as if sliding.

It was a fairly wide wooden board, so one person could ride behind me, and Vermilion skillfully maintained his balance.

This frail body of mine had to be fixed in place by Navi.

“It feels somewhat strange. Don’t they sell magic tools like this?”

“Probably not? I just roughly make it float in the air and control it with the power of wind, but if you want to make it drivable, it gets complicated.”

How complicated? If you want to make it properly controllable, it has to be at least the size of a carriage.

The problem is that if you make it that big, the magic efficiency becomes terrible.

That’s the case with me right now.

It took several times more magic power to overcome gravity and lift the weight of two people with this thin board.

With Vermilion on board, the center of gravity was balanced front and back, making it difficult to push forward with the wind.

When I rode alone, I could lean my body forward, and when the wooden board tilted backward, it was easy because there was a wide area to push forward.

“Hey, get off.”

“Why? Am I too heavy?”

“No.”

Of course, there was that reason too, but it was too late to consider such things when we had nearly arrived at the center of the ritual.

The reason I told him to get off was…

“Prepare to fight.”

…because of the ‘city people’ revealing themselves one by one from between the buildings.

“I should keep my sword in its sheath and fight.”

The ones blocking our way clearly looked abnormal.

They were holding swords and spears with drool dripping from their mouths and blank eyes.

Most were ordinary citizens, but there were also soldiers and knights guarding the lord’s castle mixed in.

“Even knights are falling for it.”

Even I, who am frail, can resist black magic power well, yet the knights couldn’t come to their senses despite their status.

Well, the knights of this territory are the same kind as the lord, so how could they have mental strength?

The ones wearing high-quality armor were just bastards who wouldn’t feel any guilt even if they got hurt.

“They’re using a disgusting tactic.”

Vermilion fixed his sheath so that the sword wouldn’t be drawn out and corrected me.

He couldn’t tolerate the ordinary citizens being toyed with, even if he didn’t know about the corrupted knights.

At that moment, a pot-bellied man wearing luxurious clothes pushed through the crowd and stood in front of us.

Judging by his appearance, was he the lord of this territory?

Considering that there was a thug who frequented the lord’s castle on the first day according to Yard’s investigation, it seemed like it wouldn’t be difficult to subdue the lord’s mind.

The pot-bellied man, who had lost focus in his eyes and was drooling, suddenly had his head violently twisted, and he spoke with clear pronunciation.

-Welcome. Lord Vermilion, and uninvited troublemaker. I am Agistream, the 6th Apostle of the Dawn Star Cult. Nice to meet you.

Although it was the pot-bellied man speaking, the will belonged to someone else.

6th Apostle Agistream, a master of spiritual black magic and a high-ranking magician at the Supreme Mage level.

Even in the Dawn Star Cult, Supreme Mages are not common.

Among the apostles, who have a high proportion of magicians, there are only four Supreme Mages, and even including the archbishop level, there are barely over ten.

-But if you were going to come here on your own, shouldn’t you have accepted our polite invitation?

To the playful voice, I answered while raising my middle finger.

Snap-! Zzzing!

“I refuse.”

At the same time as I snapped my fingers, the sword held by the knight was split in half, and the blade fell to the ground.

It was the result of applying heat with Biam’s power and rapidly cooling it with Rami’s power.

-What the…!

Rumble… Flash!

At the same time, lightning struck from the sky, directly hitting the pot-bellied man’s head.

…Kwaaaaang!

The sound of thunder struck my entire body half a beat later than the flash.

I felt a tingling microscopic static electricity on my skin because the lightning had fallen from a close distance.

I felt Agistream’s mind disappearing as the black magic power scattered from the pot-bellied man’s body.

No, the body died. I didn’t know he would die because I didn’t control my strength since he was trash anyway.

“Hahaha! That’s what you get for letting your guard down.”

No matter how much the original body’s ability is at the Supreme Mage level, the body is nothing special, and most of the resources are focused on preparing the ritual, so he gets caught off guard like this.

-Kuk! How dare you!

Agistream quickly transferred his consciousness to another body.

Still, suddenly having the possessed body die and the connection being cut off must have been as shocking as abruptly pulling out the CPU of a smoothly running computer, but he managed to recover quickly.

Even if he dies soon, an apostle is still an apostle, I guess.

-If you’re going to act like this, I’ll make it more fun for you. Lord Vermilion, you brought this upon yourself. You should have chosen your friends well!

Agistream made the city people charge at us under his control.

Soldiers and knights held spears and swords, while ordinary residents held shovels, pickaxes, and even short kitchen knives.

“Yuan, what are you going to do?”

Vermilion raised his sword with tension.

If he used magic power, the controlled ordinary people might die.

But he couldn’t just get caught without resistance either.

“Well, things have gone as expected so far, so you just protect yourself. I’ll take care of it.”

It’s been several months since I came to this world.

I had gained enough strength to deal with controlled ordinary people at the very least.

I stepped forward and let out a small sigh.

“I don’t like putting a burden on my body just to subdue them without killing.”

“Hyaaaaa!”

“Uooooh!”

I spread magic power throughout my body with internal cultivation technique to strengthen my physique and lightly dodged the people stabbing with kitchen knives.

Spirit Secret Transmission Enlightenment – Possession Technique

Target, Nuni – Lightning Body Stage 1

Bzzt-!

As Nuni possessed my body, sparks flew.

At the same time, the world began to flow slightly slower.

The rain falling from the sky was visible not as a trajectory but as the form of water droplets, and the swords swung at me moved slowly.

I stimulated my muscles by flowing electricity throughout my body to move as usual in the slowed world.

If I move too fast, my current body won’t be able to handle it.

As if walking calmly and slowly, I dodged the swords and lightly touched the neck of a man who seemed to be a soldier.

Bzzt!

And then I touched the knight next to him, the ajumma, the farmer, the carpenter, and proceeded forward.

“Phew-!”

As I exhaled deeply after touching and passing by all those under Agistream’s control, the slowed world began to speed up again.

Bzzt-bzzt-bzzt-bzzt!

Lightning swept and passed along the path I had traversed.

“Hyaaa…!”

“Uhhh…!”

All the controlled people convulsed and collapsed on the ground.

“Oh my, my body. I’ll suffer from muscle pain tomorrow.”

Even though I moved as slowly as possible, the feeling of exhaustion throughout my body was no joke.

It was a good thing I had strengthened my body with internal cultivation technique; otherwise, I might have collapsed right away.

“Wow… You moved incredibly fast for a moment. How did you do that?”

To Vermilion’s question, I smiled brightly and raised the spirit gun, pulling the trigger.

Swish! Swish!

Poof! Kang-!

The body Agistream possesed was about to pounce on Vermilion’s back with had its forehead pierced and collapsed on the ground.

And before I knew it, Frost, who had been running behind, deflected my bullet with his sword.

“Don’t approach any further. Lord Frost Wayben.”