Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 223

Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (14)

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“It’s going smoothly.”

“I see. “There was no need for us to come here and do anything.”

“In the first place, the flying type Mute kept swatting away things that were flying around like a fly. “This time, I thought about getting involved because the volume was a bit large, but fortunately, they took care of it.”

“It’s just that the weirdness isn’t enough, but aren’t those idiots stupid too? “A person of the 6th rank is usually an intellectual who would be treated as a wise man no matter which country he goes to.”

It’s the fourth day since we arrived at Wuthering Heights.

The wizards began searching and found one nest a day, and as the professor and his party became accustomed to working behind the scenes, the wizards also became accustomed to dealing with the chamber maids and the nest.

“Today is the third time. “With two small ones… Is that enough to make a medium-sized nest?”

“Yep, just by looking at it, you can see that there are several ejection ports of completely different categories. Stir-ki. The narrow, upward-extended passage seems to be the artificial womb of the avian mute. It’s a little bigger than that and attached to the ground is the crab shell organ. There are many other features besides that. “You see the pillars surrounding the center where the maid is?”

“You mean like those tentacles that move weirdly?”

“Yes, that. That is also a characteristic of medium-sized or larger nests. A defense facility attached to the nest itself. What you see now is a melee type that only removes enemies that stick nearby, but it picks up a handful of crab shells at the end of its tentacles and uses them as a long-distance defense facility that spits out a bunch of thorns.”

Certainly, the level of resistance was different from medium to large. Since the production power is several times higher than that of a small nest, it endlessly selects bird-type mutes with no special combat ability to block lightning strikes, and at the same time, it fiercely fights attacks by wind wizards by selecting fluttering mutes and hermit crab-type mutes capable of long-distance attacks. there was.

Of course, it was a pointless thing to do.

Gurgling!

The professor looked at the wizards who had climbed up to the clouds and were only dropping lightning from a distance, and then looked away from the nest. The hermit crab-type Mute’s projectiles could not reach the wizards, and the bird-type Mute could not even approach the indiscriminate windcutter fire of the crowded wizards. There’s no need to talk about the sloppy guy. That’s the parasitic Mute, Skin Crowler, that I saw in the Margrave’s territory. It seems that they were produced here and each bird-type mute took one and dropped it near the Margrave’s territory. Sam happened to take care of the Margrave’s territory at once.

That wasn’t of interest to the professor right now.

“Aldrich. Still no news? “Not just inside the nest, but even around here.”

“It’s not even a hair. They already used your blood as a catalyst to plant some spiritual eyes here and there in the mountains during the day. Maybe it’s because you’re known as a saint, but the effect was amazing. There is no shaking of spirit or any other reinforcements.

“Write. It’s hot today too. Well. “I suffered for three nights, but in the end, I couldn’t even get my nose out.”

Since the first time they encountered the nest, the wizards had not been injured, nor had they come near the nest. Naturally, the professor and his party had nothing else to do, so from then on, they just dug out the cliff near the nest and hid inside it, waiting for Falcatus to come. .

“Hehehehe. As you say, Professor, if the mute that only carries the soul is a commander-level person, isn’t it natural to save oneself? “Until now, no one has been able to touch him, so he prefers that kind of on-the-spot command, but he was so angry with me last time, so he might be putting himself on the spot now.”

“Yes… but. “If that bastard stays alone and just leads, there’s no real answer.”

The professor sighed as he watched the chamber maid firing a bunch of thorns from a rock crevice with hermit crabs wrapped around the ends of long tentacles. The level of evolution was behind the times due to the delay in securing the initial quantity, but the intelligence development had already reached a level near the end of the scenario.

When the NPCs here express Named Mute, they do not express it as ‘Talking Mute’ for no reason. The only ones intelligent enough to use language are the queen and her immediate children?

‘But from what I have seen now, the speed of intellectual development of all mutes is too fast. It’s not that fast, it’s close to abnormal.’

A chamber maid is a maid in name only and is a unit that is closer to a biomorphic building. This means that it is a unit that moves by instinct rather than intellectual thinking, and cannot even move its position on its own without the queen’s orders.

However, the hermit crab nest that I saw for the first time calculated the enemy’s threat level and tried to escape using the mute it produced, and since the one in front of me now cannot reach the basic range of the hermit crab mute, I tried to use its appendages to somehow increase the range. He was showing action based on thinking that even occurred to him.

It’s scary. There is a race called the Queen, there are many of them, and their abilities are so great that they can compete with the entire world. Even just this alone, these fraudsters are growing in intelligence.

“…So I wanted to catch them this time, or at least screw them to the point where I couldn’t do any activities…”

Although it was a hastily thought out operation, it was a mission that was carried out with a lot of confidence, so I felt a bit disappointed that it ended in vain.

The situation was situational, but there was also some basis.

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Professor Park 3 World Mute Profiling – by The Unanswerable Nerd Coalition.

1. Edeorna.

The highest-ranking name, known as White Death, the Queen’s Dog, and White Stalker, and is famous for being the 3 World Clear Gatekeeper. Unlike other named characters whose order is mixed up in each world, she always appears as the queen’s first daughter.

The action principle is divided into [Queen’s orders > Survival > Extermination of arch-enemies > Hunting the strong].

A name close to the queen’s alter ego that can adapt and evolve on its own. The default value is a speed-type melee spearman, and the direction of evolution varies greatly from world to world, but usually grows in the direction best suited to dealing with the first enemy defeated or the archenemy. When you defeat your nemesis, you go on a tribute hunt for the queen, and if you are defeated in the process, you begin to evolve to match your new nemesis.

An annoying enemy that becomes stronger every time it survives, like a Saiyan. The problem is that such a strong theme has a very conservative fighting style.

Although there are no exact measurements, it is known that it usually prepares to flee when it deals damage of about 60% of its maximum health. It’s not red, but it jumps out even when it’s yellow, but its running speed is unparalleled, so you can’t catch it. If you miss it like that, he will come for revenge with all kinds of evolved weapons based on the battle you lost.

This is the reason why they are called stalker bitches. Unless there is a separate order from the queen, they attack endlessly, really endlessly. When the nemesis mark appears, the obsession is so severe that you have to give up all other quests and stay in the castle.

The current archenemy in Professor Park’s world is Sarlot de Agat. In the video, it appears that Makgara Edeorna won, but was defeated by the Knights’ Suicide Charge, which received the buff from Charlotte’s Dog Attack. There is a possibility that it will evolve into a defense system such as shield and armor with an anti-army combat type exterior, or it may even evolve into a commander assassination type.

Aside from being an obsessive bitch, her personality is serious and logical. In a way, it can be said to be closer to an article.

+ As evolution continues and the genes of strong human beings are acquired, the appearance gradually changes into a humanoid form. Since most of the things that were used are hero units, the appearance correction is at the A+++ level. However, some users claim that the early dog ​​head type was the best. I guess furry cubs survived even if the world was destroyed.

2. ???

After the battle of the nest near Pellas, the spirit of the warlock summoned through necromancy testified that he was ‘the queen’s third descendant, Falcatus.’ The first one is Edeorna, so it means there is a second one. Since there has been no significant activity since the Battle of Turan, it is presumed that it was created based on Charlotte’s genetic information.

It is certain that it is a great name for a large-army battle type. I planted beans and they said they would sprout, I planted shallots and there is no way anything else would come out. Other than that, it is unknown.

3. Falcatus.

Also known as Falcatus of the Morning Star. The Queen’s third member of the family.

The biggest feature of 3 World is the ‘player-based’ name. In this case, it has been confirmed that it has inherited the characteristics of the player Professor Park, and considering that it completely takes over the bodies of other mutes and demonstrates combat power beyond the individual’s basic abilities, it is speculated that it may be a somewhat unusual parasitic + buff type named. It has a glass body, magical aptitude, and nervous breakdown, so at least it is definitely not a melee type entity.

During the battle of the nest near Pellas, there was a conversation that could be used to infer the character.

The keywords are inferiority complex, desire for recognition, and ego enlargement resulting from that feeling of relief. To add, hard work and show off type.

He is exactly the ‘youngest member of a prestigious family with no talent’.

Edeorna and the 8th to 6th grade mutes, whom the queen pulled out by gathering their souls, were defeated in the Battle of Turan, so the queen, who was already starving, must have starved even more.

In such a poor situation, it is important to continue to supply resources through battle, but the ability you actually have is parasitic-possession type, so it is completely useless. Considering the affection the Queen’s direct children have for her, this is a feeling of shame comparable to that of an unemployed, unmarried man in his 40s who supports his old and starving mother and the family he maintains. Even though he is at the bottom, his older sisters and brothers are all successful and are just trying to build their family up. This is absolutely crazy. Plus, I’m having a nervous breakdown, so I’m sure I’m even more emotionally unstable.

I think he is a character who is angry at his own incompetence and tries to escape from it.

Isn’t the principle of action something like this: [Queen’s orders > Self-provenance > Survival > Command]? I don’t know this because I don’t have any encounter data.

Anyway, it looks like he did his best to do something with his weak body. After the battle of the nest, the spirit of the warlock testified that the player caused internal strife in the group of warlocks that were not even touched by the player, destroyed them, and absorbed them, and that actively using special objects that are not often used in other worlds was also a clever move by this guy. box.

His desire for recognition, which had grown ridiculously during his time as a real person, turned him into an extreme field commander-type character who went to and commanded almost every field with the ability to possess him. He doesn’t touch anything, not just commanding battles, but also politics using parasites, incitement using religious groups, and even economic terrorism. A legendary name that will remain a legend in GG history in many ways.

As a special note, he called the player ‘father’, respected him very much, and even expressed that he would ‘take him with him’. Since he was a clone of Professor Park, he seemed to have a sense of kinship with and anticipation of Professor Park, who had used his body to achieve significant achievements.

Of course, in reality, he is a macho regenerative monster. Falcatus’ blackening in real time after confirming the terrible reality of his father was very clearly filmed on the player Professor Park’s broadcast (see the video link for ‘The Great Ignorant Professor Park’).

Considering the overall battlefield that expands organically, intelligently, and in many ways beyond the time zone, it is no exaggeration to say that the current Professor Park 3 World is almost a version created by this guy. It can be said that it is inevitably involved in almost all battlefields, especially battlefields with important names or nests.

4. Among the names that can be inferred to appear afterward: Zignil, Thermakian, Dox, and Bazyur, the most likely one is Termakian, a melee-type representative character. Considering his initial poverty, it is presumed that he appeared for the purpose of supplying resources… ..

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This was Dana’s information that arrived the next day as soon as the topic of the nest was mentioned.

They say my broadcast is popular, and it seems like my broadcast is now being analyzed in various named chat rooms.

There was definitely a feeling of professional analysis. Especially when it comes to Falcatus, whom I spoke with in person.

He is a guy who is anxious to prove that he is useful. Since the name that the queen made by eating away at my skin was a food bug, it is natural for him to develop such a personality disorder.

Just looking at the situation right now, you can clearly see how impatient this guy is.

Maintain Rodrik’s offensive, devour the three eastern countries, and focus on the blue line in a [West (Empire and Eastern remnants) vs. East (Mute)] pattern. Reduce Rodrik’s offensive and advance the nest in the direction of the Empire in advance. This is because they are leading the battle very aggressively through deployment.

So I thought I would definitely come. Three nests that can only produce queens have been placed in this rocky area, and preparations have already been made to suppress the Margrave’s Territory, the strongest territory nearby, through parasitic mutes.

I blew up the target of the Margrave’s territory, which was almost ready, before it was completed, and now I’m destroying the nest, so I thought I wouldn’t be able to attack him without checking due to his ability to appear on the scene in real time.

Gurgling! Rumbling!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!

Seeing the nest being scorched by endless lightning strikes from high in the sky, it seemed like I had definitely thought wrong this time.

The Wind World wizards, who had run out of mana due to the series of high-ranking magic attacks over the past two days, were dragging out all their students who were working at home and teaching them ‘how to deal with animals that have taken root near the house.’

The professor stood up, seeing Gauman vaguely visible and Astrad controlling magic power under his guidance.

“Huh. Since I missed this opportunity, when will I be able to beat up that damn son? Let’s withdraw. Now that the nearby nests have been taken care of, it’s time to get ready for the hot air balloon ride. Borka, please go and retrieve our luggage cart that we left at the Wind Home Inn.”

“Agugugu- it’s my waist. I stayed still in one place and my body felt very…. By the way, did you say how much that hot air balloon costs? “We would have to take out elven trade goods equivalent to our weight, and even then, those people who haven’t had any income for months won’t do it for free.”

“Lucilla, who stayed at home, said how she would cover it through brokerage. As for the rest of the victims, Borka is a member of that group, so they said they would just do it.”

“Heulheul.” It’s called Gyeon-gong (犬公). “I never thought that ridiculous title would be so helpful.”

“…I decided to understand that they are not perfect. In some ways, it seems like they look at our race more purely than those who discriminate and call us dirty blood.”

Guuuuu-

The professor finally gave up his regret as he looked back at the nest, which had run out of vitality and was beginning to collapse. Okay, I didn’t catch Falcatus, but I guess I destroyed 3 of his nests. If more time had been given, the small nests could have grown to medium size, and the number of parasitic mutes hiding in the Margrave’s territory had increased, and a large-scale invasion could have occurred in the eastern part of the empire. If that had been successful, Mute would have had a bridgehead for an invasion of the Empire, which would have been quite a headache. Let’s be satisfied with having thwarted one of their invasion plans.

“Ahhh, it hurts. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“It will be similar to what I ate a few days ago. They say that because they fly at such high altitudes every day, when wizards come home and just shake off their robes, clouds will pour down. “Because I drag underground water and move it from place to place every day, the drowned grass has risen to the point where the valley bottom is turning green.”

“Good. “It suited my taste quite a bit.”

“If we can make some preserved food before we go, let’s take some. “Aldrich, do you know anything?”

“I don’t know about grass, but I ate a lot of clouds. In the first place, it is a shrimp that is light enough to float between clouds and has low moisture. “The Wind Wizard eats a lot of dried food, so there must be something already made.”

Thinking about the strange shrimp and green sauce I ate a few days ago, my mouth started watering without me even realizing it.

“Hard work and feasting. “Good.”

“The women’s team said the bathroom here was really nice. “Go and soak in the water without thinking about anything, shake off all the fatigue, and then go.”

“That’s good.”

The wizards who had been flying around like migratory birds were coming down to find any remaining mutes, and the group was slowly retreating in anticipation of the feast that would be waiting for them when they returned.

A peaceful scene that is the perfect backdrop for a well-finished quest.

Thump.

Is it because I am intoxicated by that atmosphere? It was too late for me to realize that my body was sensing something.

There was obviously nothing, but my heart was beating irregularly.

An unpleasant tension flowing through my chest. A feeling as sticky as tar flowed through my veins, awakening my body, as if telling me to prepare for battle.

“uh….”

“Why but? Oh, are you trying to return with the wizards? Well, he won’t show up, so there’s no need to hide anymore.”

“No, why is this….”

Thump. Thump.

Otman’s words fell on deaf ears. With his heart beating gradually faster, the professor frantically looked around.

A maid who was completely charred.

Likewise, a nest that was carved out and burned.

Among the wizards slowly descending, Astrad and his old teacher smile brightly, unlike their usual expressionless faces.

It’s peaceful. It was so peaceful that I was even more scared. As I lay stretched out in the barracks, there was a chill like the sharp sound of a missile slowly approaching.

The feeling that something happened but you realized it too late.

“Ah, Aldrich….”

“Say it.”

“Are you still checking that spell?”

“…Black magic consumes vitality when used for a long time, so I took it out after confirming that the nest collapsed-”

Crash!

Even before Aldrich finished speaking, he threw Ottman off his back and ran away. You can see wizards coming down with the sunset on their backs. The teacher and students slowly come down, discussing the magic used today. There was no sense of crisis on their faces. Even the moment I spot the professor running towards me with a desperate look on his face.

‘Where is it? ‘Where is it?’

The professor, who was looking around like a crazy person, closed his eyes. He could feel the blood, as hot as heated iron, covering the corners of his eyes. He will not be able to escape this line of sight if the enemy is mute. It may not be too late. yet….

‘….Damn.’

Red. It was all red. A rocky hill, a charred valley, and a basin with a group of people running behind him.

Mute’s red energy filled the entire area, but only three pulses could be felt.

three. A mute that completely overwhelms the professor’s senses with just three objects.

The center of the red energy that spread everywhere was beneath the wizards’ feet. A hole that turned from red to pitch black.

At the bottom of the blackened valley, there was a small finger pointing towards the sky.

Whoops-

“The body reduced to ashes will be the last prayer of the believer.”

A hole surrounded by dense fangs. The eerie and cold voice was seeping stickily towards the target the fingertips were pointing at.

There was an uproar among the wizards who noticed the incident. The professor saw the dementia-stricken wizard’s eyebrows furrow wildly and push his student away.

“Praise! “You unbelievers.”

The sphere of light at the tip of my pale finger was as beautiful as the Milky Way.

[Forced ritual]

No vibration that shakes the heavens and earth, no noise that tears the eardrums. It was just a small sigh, like blowing out a small candle.

“hook”

The breath that seemed to come from an abyss resonated in the eardrums of everyone here.

Among the confused wizards, several old wizards raised glowing wands.

“Tooth, that kid was right. “Really, I can’t believe we’ll meet again.”

The professor’s body automatically stopped at the sound of a voice that was so familiar that he never wanted to hear it again.

There was another hole next to the burrowing bug where the pale fingers came out.

Let’s go.

White as ivory, light as a feather.

“Edeorna….!”

“Wait. I understand the joy of reunion, but there is a prior promise. “Yur, clean it up.”

“….as you said.”

Tororok.

At Edorna’s words, the finger that was pointing to the sky slowly bent. The sphere that melted the night turned into a small bead and was caught in his grasp. Like looking at the sky through colored glass. The wizards reflected in the black beads looked like bugs floundering in the Milky Way.

『Unbeliever, die.』

Crispy!

At the same time as the night sky reflected in the purple eyes shatters,

The fragmented night poured down on the angry wind.

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fantasy,