The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 172: The Malicious Brilliance

Duchess Blackthorn, who had been silent for most of the journey, finally spoke up, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and horror. "This… this is beyond anything I've ever seen," she said, her tone uncharacteristically subdued. "It's a terrifying process, but undeniably brilliant. Someone has manipulated demonification magic to create this.

The sheer malice and genius behind it… it's as if the very essence of the tower has been twisted into something monstrous."

Her words hung in the air, the gravity of the situation sinking in for everyone present. The process of demonification was a forbidden art, one that twisted and corrupted the very nature of magic, turning it into a weapon of unparalleled destruction. To manipulate such magic on this scale required not only immense power but also a mind capable of cold, calculated malevolence.

Whoever was behind this had a clear intent—to destabilize the kingdom by corrupting its most vital institution.

"Ridiculously malicious," Duchess Blackthorn muttered coldly, her eyes narrowing as she took in the corrupted landscape. "This is not just an attack; it's a declaration of war."

I remained silent, my cold blue eyes scanning the surroundings with detached calculation. There was no time to dwell on the implications—our priority was to move forward, to reach the heart of this twisted dungeon and put an end to the madness that had overtaken the Magic Tower University.

As we continued our march, it became clear that the barrier's transformation had not only affected the architecture but had also unleashed a horde of monsters into the grounds. The once-beautiful gardens were now overrun with goblins, trolls, and dire wolves, their twisted forms a testament to the dark magic that had corrupted the tower.

The creatures prowled the grounds, their eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger as they sensed our approach.

The heads of the great families instinctively moved to defend themselves, their guards forming a protective circle around their masters. I could see Duchess Blackthorn's ice magic flickering at her fingertips, ready to freeze the oncoming threat, while Earl Falken's elemental power crackled in the air, preparing to unleash a storm of destruction.

Duke Lancefroz's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, his knights ready to charge at his command.

But before any of them could act, the Drakhan Knights, led by Garren, surged forward with impeccable precision. There was no need for a command—their movements were synchronized, a well-oiled machine operating with lethal efficiency. In perfect formation, they advanced on the horde of monsters, their weapons gleaming with deadly intent.

The battle that followed was swift and brutal. The Drakhan Knights cut through the goblins like a scythe through wheat, their swords flashing in the dim light as they dispatched each creature with a single, decisive strike.

The trolls, massive and brutish, were felled with the same ruthless efficiency—each one brought down by a coordinated assault that targeted their weak points with unerring accuracy. The dire wolves, faster and more agile, were no match for the knights' discipline; they were swiftly outmaneuvered and slain, their snarls silenced by the cold steel of the Drakhan blades.

The entire engagement lasted no more than five minutes, but in that short span of time, the once-teeming horde of monsters was reduced to a heap of lifeless bodies. The Drakhan Knights stood tall, their armor unmarred and their formation unbroken, as if the battle had been nothing more than a routine exercise.

Duke Lancefroz, who had been watching the display with keen interest, allowed a rare smile to cross his lips. "So this is the might of the Drakhan Knights," he remarked, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "I witnessed them at the goblin subjugation, but this… this is truly remarkable. It's as if they are trained to be foremostly effective, every movement calculated to perfection."

I glanced at Lancefroz, noting the respect in his tone. "Efficiency is key," I replied, my voice as cold as ever. "In situations like this, where the stakes are high, there is no room for error. The Drakhan Knights are trained to eliminate threats swiftly and decisively, without unnecessary risk."

Duchess Blackthorn, her expression unreadable, nodded in agreement. "It's clear that the Drakhan Knights are in a league of their own," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Their precision, their discipline… it's something every family should aspire to."

Earl Falken, ever the blunt warrior, snorted in approval. "They fight like demons themselves. No wonder the Drakhan name commands such fear and respect."

Garren, who had returned to my side after the battle, bowed his head slightly, his expression as stoic as ever. "The grounds are secure, my lord," he reported. "No further threats detected in the immediate vicinity."

"Good," I replied, my gaze shifting back to the Magic Tower University. "We move forward. There's no time to waste."

The group resumed their march, the heads of the great families falling into step alongside the Drakhan Knights. The barrier had been breached, the monsters cleared, but the true challenge lay ahead. The Magic Tower University, once a beacon of knowledge and power, was now a twisted labyrinth of danger and uncertainty.

Every step we took brought us closer to the heart of the dungeon, where the source of the corruption awaited.

As we approached the entrance to the tower, the air grew colder, the shadows deeper. The very atmosphere seemed to thrum with dark magic, a constant reminder of the malevolent force that had overtaken this place. The towering spires of the university loomed above us, their once-proud forms now twisted and deformed, as if the very stone had been tainted by the corruption within.

I could feel the eyes of the nobles on me, their unspoken questions hanging in the air. They were powerful in their own right, but this was a realm of magic unlike any they had encountered before. They looked to me for guidance, for leadership in the face of the unknown.

"We proceed with caution," I instructed, my voice cutting through the silence. "The transformation of the tower means that the usual rules no longer apply. Expect traps, illusions, and creatures that defy logic. Stay close, and do not act without my signal."

The heads of the great families nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and wariness. They understood the gravity of the situation, the need for discipline and coordination if we were to survive this ordeal. Explore more at M V L

As we stepped through the threshold of the tower, the darkness seemed to close in around us, the shadows twisting and writhing as if alive. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the walls were slick with a strange, pulsating substance that seemed to pulse with dark energy.

"This place… it's alive," Duchess Blackthorn whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our footsteps. "The very magic that created this dungeon has fused with the tower itself."

"Stay focused," I reminded her, my eyes scanning the darkened corridors for any sign of danger. "The corruption here is powerful, but it's not invincible. We will find the source and eliminate it."

As we moved deeper into the tower, the temperature dropped even further, our breath visible in the cold air. The darkness grew thicker, the shadows more oppressive, until it felt as though we were walking through a void. The walls seemed to close in around us, the twisted architecture warping and shifting as if trying to disorient us.

But I pressed on, my mind working through the complexities of the dungeon, analyzing every detail, every shift in the magic around us. There was a pattern here, a logic to the chaos, and I was determined to unravel it.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught my eye—a shadow darting across the wall, too fast to be natural. I stopped in my tracks, my hand instinctively moving to the hilt of my sword.

"Something's here," I said, my voice low and controlled. "Prepare yourselves."

The heads of the great families tensed, their guards raising their weapons in anticipation. The Drakhan Knights formed a protective circle around us, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of the enemy.

For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of magic in the air, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then, with a sudden rush of air, the shadows converged on us, taking on the forms of grotesque creatures—half-formed abominations of flesh and darkness, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. They moved with unnatural speed, their twisted limbs lashing out at us with deadly intent.

"Hm... Interesting ones,"