I Became a Mafia in the Academy - Chapter 235

Chapter 235

The shocked faces of the others froze at the sight.

The hero who had single-handedly solved Phase 1 and Phase 2 had suddenly disappeared in front of their eyes, his entire body engulfed in flames.

“What the hell is this.?”

Luca muttered as he watched in disbelief.

In the place where he passed, trees were broken, the soil was dug up, and anything was destroyed or burned, leaving not even a shadow.

Luca slowly turns his head as Elena begins to speak, her voice trembling.

“What does that mean?”

This is a famous sentence written in the myth of Typhon. No way Could it be that the thing that really disappeared?

“How is that possible, Junior isCorleone Junior is annihilated?!”

Luca’s eyes begin to flutter wildly.

Where the hell did Corleone Junior go? What the hell is going on here? If Corleone Junior has been annihilated, what does that mean for us Medici?

“Calm down, everyone.”

As if this sudden situation would somehow be resolved. A resounding voice spoke up.

“Just a moment ago, Junior didn’t show any signs of distress, and for him to disappear so suddenly, it’s more likely that he’s been transported somewhere by the creature rather than killed.”

After the sober analysis of the situation the atmosphere begins to calm down a bit at Michaela’s words.

“So you’re saying that Eugene might not be dead?”

“I think that is the best approach to take for now because if we don’t, we’ll never beat him.”

With that, she raises her visor to look at the giant in front of her.

“Well, for starters, we should probably take care of that one.”

Typhon looks at the raiders with a mischievous glint in his eye. On his head, a hundred snakes stared back at them, their tongues lolling.

“Sisteris right, we do need to deal with the raid for now.”

Luca raised his sword and pointed it at Typhon, and the others raised their own weapons and pointed them at him.

“Let’s try to stayalive.”

And with that, Luca spoke.

-Exterminate.

At Typhon’s words, a hundred snakes opened their mouths simultaneously.

With a crackling sound, the snakes’ mouths begin to glow, and Michaela, realizing what this means, is the first to step forward and cross her arms.

“Wizards!!!”

Michaela yells at the wizards as she steps forward to shield herself from the lightning bolts emanating from the snakes’ mouths.

In response, the mages quickly cast defensive spells.

Lightning strikes from the enchanted paladins and snakes.

The two clash, causing a tremendous flash of light around them.

-A knight in the service of the gods, to use your frail body to defend against my attacks, how noble.

“I am not pleased to hear such a thing from you!”

Michaela barely survives as dozens of mages cling to her.

Her armor is a shadow of its former self, chipped and dented from the impact she just took.

Right now, she wasn’t sure what would happen if the next attack came.

“There was a real monster living there.”

The white cat mask stepped forward.

At that moment, the other warriors also stepped forward, each drawing their own swords.

“If we give up, we will only die.”

“Venezia will give it our best shot.”

Michaela peers distantly over her shattered visor at the men before her.

“I hope so, because if we hold out, Junior will surely return.”

Standing in front of everyone once again, Michaela bangs her fists together with a thud.

“Let the crusade begin.”

* * *

Typhon’s flame envelops my entire body.

When I regain my senses, I realize that I’ve arrived at an unfamiliar place.

“Is this according to plan?”

The Fire Giant’s isolation pattern, one of the most bizarre patterns in the game.

It’s no big deal. It’s a double gimmick that kidnaps the person with the most damage dealt in Phase 2 to another room.

“I was surprised at how much damage Sister dealt, I swear.”

Honestly, her attack was more powerful than I thought it would be, and I thought I was going to lose the top spot.

If that last attack hadn’t landed, I might not be here.

Honestly, it’s a good thing I’m here, because my plans would have been ruined.

“Well, let’s take a look around.” Expploore 𝒖ptod𝒂te stories at no/𝒗el/bin(.)c𝒐m

This was the deepest part of the Etna volcano, a place where you could only escape if you made it to the end through all sorts of traps and monsters.

Long corridors lit only by a few torches and mythological murals on the walls.

The description of the place in the game said it was meant to test your strength and wisdom, but my personal impression was that it was just a place the developers made to screw with you.

I thought, “Well, memorizing the locations of monsters and traps counts as wisdom, right?”

And I was going to use that wisdom to escape this place.

“This was definitely the place to start.”

Standing in front of what appeared to be a trap, I assumed the sprinting position of a sprinter.

A trap is something that takes time to trigger.

So what happens if you walk past a trap before it’s triggered?

My peripheral vision begins to stretch and the landscape changes in an instant.

-Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The sound of traps being triggered comes from behind me along the path I’m running.

Black lightning bolts across the hallway as I narrowly avoid the traps.

I dodge the traps that pop up from above by activating my Spirit Walk, and continue forward without slowing down.

-Kyaaah?!

Any monsters that get in my way will be pierced through.

At the same time, the trigger time of the mines is released, and my body floats into the air.

Realizing that I’ve broken through the trap section due to the monster’s appearance earlier, I immediately roll over, pull out my shotgun, and use my acceleration to move forward.

“This must be faster than the game record!”

If I remember correctly, the record in the game is around 15 minutes but at this rate, I was sure I could beat that by a wide margin.

At that moment

-CRAaaaaaaaah!!!

The ceiling collapses, and a corrupted fire elemental appears in front of me, but my finger is already on the trigger, and I blow him away.

“Next up, a Lava Golem and seven lesser elementals, right?”

I adjust the aura amounts accordingly. I slip the aura into the shotgun, steady it, and point the muzzle in the direction of the next monster.

-Gurrrrrrr?!

“Lava Cut.”

A neat move that’s the epitome of hit and run.

Then, holstering my shotgun and pulling out my Tommy, I pick up my pace, ready for the next attack, thinking of the items that await me at the end of this hallway.

“I assume those left in the temple are holding up well?”

Hopefully, I’ll get there in time.

* * *

The Temple of Fire, where Typhon and his raiders were facing off, was a battlefield.

“Carter’s stunned!”

“Throw the wounded back, they’ll die if you leave them there!”

Raiders fending off a constant barrage of snakes, their armor already tattered and their weapons worn to a crisp, it’s easy to see the kind of battle they’ve been fighting.

-How pitiful and pathetic, mortals.

“You’d better shut that mouth of yours.”

The few who still had their sights set on Typhon.

Michaela, Luca, and the cat mask.

The aces of their respective formations, they continued to try and get a shot at Typhon’s throat, but they were overwhelmed by the snakes.

“This is our only hope!”

Cat Mask shouted at Michaela, clutching her cracked mask in various places.

“Still, the snakes are dwindling in numbers. If we just keep holding on”

-Ah. This.

Raising the severed snake heads with his hand, Typhon smirks.

A moment later, the decapitated snakes begin to wriggle and sprout new heads.

-Oh, how I would despair.

The sight of the snakes regenerating in an instant from the sacrifices of so many is disheartening. The faces of the men gradually turned to despair.

“They’re going to grow back?”

“How the hell are we supposed to beat that thing?”

As their reactions show, the situation is hopeless but Michaela knows that if she doesn’t do something, she’s doomed, and she glares at Typhon as she draws down the last handful of her already dwindling holy power.

We need hope to turn this around, and there is only one thing I can do to create it.

Sacrifice.

Anything she can do to change things just a little bit.

As she considered risking her life to change the situation, Michaela steeled herself and looked at the enemy in front of her, reciting the prime numbers in her mind as she always did.

1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13.’

Just as he felt his mind gradually calm down, he let the divine power within her body run wild.

Buuuuu

Beyond the heavy gates they had opened, a loud booming sound could be heard.

“The trumpet?”

Luca, who had been breathing harshly in response, turned his head to look at the door.

“Why, why, why do I suddenly hear this?

Could it be a new enemy? If so, we need to move our forces now before we are caught.

Her head is spinning but she put those questions aside.

Booooooooo

She starts to see something in the distance.

A golden cross flag, painted on a pure white background. Dozens of such flags were racing toward them.

“that.”

“The Vatican!!”

Michaela spoke up, interrupting Luca’s questioning.

“It’s the flag of the Vatican’s Crusader Knights!”

Booooooooo

As the banner gets closer and closer, the unseen figures become clearer.

White armor, black armor, iron armor, and more.

The sight of hundreds of people in armor worthy of the word “knight” marching in step seemed almost divine.

No one in this room expected it.

Seeing the man at the head of them all, Michaela looked more surprised than she had ever looked before and opened her trembling mouth.

“Your Holiness?”

The man in charge of the armed groups inside the Vatican, the sword of the Vatican, the head of the Papal Knights, the so-called Judges of God, Cardinal Ambrosio.

-A whole bunch of annoying flies.

Frowning at the new arrivals, Typhon turns to face the Templars.

-Don’t interrupt the fun, ragtag bunch.

The snakes turn their heads toward them all at once.

A hundred serpents open their mouths in unison, a precursor to the attack they just launched at the raiders.

“Your Holiness, you must dodge!”

Michaela shouts with all her might, but the human voice cannot be faster than the speed of light.

The creature’s mouth bursts into an even stronger burst of light, firing a massive bolt of lightning at the Templars.

Kwalung!

With a swift motion, the Cardinal swept his saber downward, instantly canceling the attack.

Fang!

The two energy waves intertwined with each other, creating a strong aftermath.

-Hoah.

Seeing that, Typhon made an intrigued expression and stared at the Cardinal who easily blocked his attack.

The Cardinal cleared his throat, retrieved his fist, and waved at Michaela, who was looking at him from the distance.

“Michaela, everything is as you said!”

“What?”

He suddenly began to say something unintelligible.

“Here! I’ve brought the holy relic you asked for, will this do?!”

As he said that and waved a white, sixteen-strand rosary in the air-

“What?”

Michaela asks, confused but she could only shake her head.