Dark Magus Returns-Chapter 936: An Odd Feeling

It would be a lie if Raze never thought that fighting Belil was a possibility, and he had envisioned it both ways.

Either Belil was actually an enemy, unaligned with his goals, and he would have to fight for his life, or he would want to test his capabilities.

Despite hearing that Belil was a changed man from his old days, Raze couldn't see it. A family man? This was a man who still loved to fight and battle.

Maybe he had just changed his priorities compared to before, but it was still within him.

The last time, Belil had even asked him to fight one of his middle-stage warriors to test his abilities, but now it was to fight Belil himself.

'When I imagined fighting him, I imagined how to survive and escape. The strength I saw that day when he took out the Light Faction Clan might be something I could match with the Eclipse Strike currently.'

'But Belil had done it effortlessly.'

There was another thing Raze had only realized through speaking to him-that Belil was actually a Divine warrior. So he could have very well been hiding his power, even if it was limited.

"I understand you want to test my powers, maybe even compare me to Bofan, who you knew from before. I'm guessing you won't tell me anymore, and there's a reason for this. But you already know that I don't know all of the Dark Edge Sword Arts, so I'm likely weaker than him."

It was something Raze had to admit, especially since even he was weaker than himself as a nine-star mage.

He just had more versatility, but Bofan would have been the same; he was clearly a nine-star mage as well and had studied in Pagna for a very long time.

"If you wish to test my strength, how about I go against one of your sons outside?" Raze suggested.

He had been wanting to give them a bit of payback for their recklessness for a while now.

"Haha, and what would be the point in that? I already heard that you humiliated the two of them with ease. I want to see the full extent of your power!" Belil then stood up from his position.

"You have no choice; you have to fight me, and saying no is not an option. Otherwise, I will have to punish my son-in-law for stealing from the family. I don't want to see my daughter crying."

Raze stood up. If this was how it was going to be, then this was how it would be.

Although some might think Belil was crazy or rough around the edges, he was honest if nothing else.

And Raze would much rather deal with him than a large number of mages out there.

"Come on, this isn't a good place to fight. Follow me." Belil said as he walked toward the door and swung his arms, making it open wide.

As they exited, they saw Brack standing there, carefully holding the blazer in his hands, amazed by what was happening.

Just as Belil said, he had reached the middle stage. He could still barely move due to the intense heat and felt like he had no energy, but he mustered up a smile.

Once again, just by following the Dark Magus, he was growing by leaps and bounds.

As Raze walked forward, Brack's shaky arms held out the blazer to him.

"Thanks for looking after it," Raze said.

"Thank you for giving it to me. I can tell it's very special."

"It is... if these two had touched it, I would have sent them ten feet deeper into the ground," Raze answered. It sounded like a joke, but to Raze, it wasn't.

Raze proceeded to put on the blazer as he might very well need it.

"He can come with us," Belil said. "It's always good to have a witness to future stories that will be told. As for the two of you, make sure you look after the base."

"There are times when both your natures are needed, but I also wish both of you were a little more like your brother and sister."

"If all four of you come together, the Neverfall Clan will reach new heights and make history."

The two brothers started to jump up, using the chains while Raze helped Brack with his magic. Seeing this, Belil quickly jumped, lifted Brack with one arm, and continued to leap upward. Brack's face turned red, unsure if it was from the heat or something else.

'Right now, I'm in the arms of the Neverfall Clan's leader... just what is going on? I... I...'

Before Brack regained his bearings, all three of them were outside the Neverfall Clan base. They were still relatively close, but now, without someone slowing them down, they ascended much easier.

Still holding onto Brack, Belil looked up at the sky, just above where the Neverfall Clan base was.

"A fallen mountain, a strike from a demon... I guess you really could call it a demon." They were words he mumbled to himself before he continued.

"The location of our fight is a bit far; I don't want others to get caught up in our mess or know what we're doing. There's a nosy one in the Demonic Faction."

"Um, are you going to put me down?" Brack had finally gotten the courage to ask.

"You will just slow us down, so no."

Belil rushed off, and Raze followed, his heart pounding as he was about to face what could be the hardest fight of his life.

"While on our way, I'll tell you a little more about Bofan," Belil stated.

Back in the Neverfall Clan base, both Han and Fing were moving up the Abyssal base. They were moving slowly, and both were rather silent-even Fing, for a change.

"Was that strange?" Han asked.

"Yeah, Father has never spoken to us for that long unless it's about training us... something is strange. What is he planning?" Fing replied.