Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (18)
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……Cow.
Blood flows. blood. My raw blood is a waste.
….Kow.
All of my strength has been used up, and blood is leaking from my crumpled body, like a doll crushed by a piece of rock the size of my torso.
Wow….
“…Sooya….”
“….energy!”
“The air… the passage…”
“Alive….”
voice. A wind mixed with magical power. It’s a rescue team. Rescue team. What was it like outside? They said Edeorna ran away. Her taste was definitely there. Is Bajyur dead? I heard they dropped the stock.
“Oooooh…. Uh…. Uh…. Ugh…. S…Aram… Ugh….”
blood. Someone give me some blood. You caught a lot of mutes. Please bleed.
Cooung.
“The warmth… around here….”
“Is there anyone who has some magic power left… somehow…”
“…Dance! “If it collapses, it’s really… the capital, then it can’t be turned around…”
Alas, I die. I’m really dying. It’s collapsing and falling apart, and it’s already been completely buried, so please take it out. No, there is no need to take it out, so please give me some blood. I’ll leave on my own.
“…..blood….”
Coooooo!
“It’s around here! “I can feel your breath!”
“Even if it’s a wind of healing, let’s just get through this….”
“….ㅍ….ㅣ….”
No, nothing like that, just some blood… even a few drops…
Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
“City, corpse!”
“we are here! “Stretcher…”
Blood, blood, blood…
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Jump up!
“Piii! “Begging me for blood before I fall, you bastards!”
“Ugh! Help me!”
Wow!
As soon as I came to my senses, what caught my eye was a small shadow running away.
What came next was an overturned water bag and a magic wand with two holes rolling on the floor.
Additionally, there were several small bonfires and wizards lying down with pale complexions.
It looks like a war chest pulled back from a battlefield. It’s like putting them all together and nursing them before moving them to the ward.
Seeing that there were a few empty beds, it looked like they were being moved for a while. Since there are no good wizards left, we will have to fly back and forth a few more times. They’re probably moving those in critical condition first. The fact that I remain here means that I at least seem to be better off than the patients who were moved earlier.
‘I see how you lived.’
First, I leaned on the campfire and examined the wound.
leg. Fits well all the way to the toes. clear.
body. There was a scar in the shape of a damn thorn tree. The scar looks a bit lighter, but I think I just need to wait a little longer.
eight. My left arm is fine. The right arm… oh my. I don’t have any hands yet.
Why are there no hands? It’s not because it was cut off, but because it exploded near the collarbone in the final blow.
When I thought about the last moment, I became very upset and angry.
『I took you to a safe place.』
‘Aww, Falcatus, that parasite.’
Really, if I had just picked up Edeorna here, I would have taken a leisurely stroll to the elven forest.
It was probably waiting in the ground, and it hit me the moment my final blow lands! And he pulled Edeorna down. There was no feeling of a missed hit, and there was definitely the sensation of rocks and other hard objects being crushed by the fingertips, so it may not have been a complete hit. Because the entire valley below was crushed. Hmm… I guess he suffered some serious injuries that needed to be resolved?
‘Originally, it should have been crushed to the point where it was unrecognizable, not seriously injured.’
First of all, he definitely knew what we were waiting for. So, rather than a large number of troops that could be easily detected, they moved as a small number of elites, and they did not even come near us until the moment the nest was destroyed, and when it was all over and organized, they spat out two names on the battlefield.
In reality, after training, as I was cleaning up the barracks, I asked, ‘Sergeant Kim, what’s for dinner tonight?’ It was a surprise attack at that moment of relaxation. He knew that we were on guard and dug into the moments when our guard was most relaxed.
Even though it wasn’t anyone else that appeared there, it was Edeorna, the most obsessed woman in the world. Is there any room for calm? Right now, I’m like, ‘It’s all going to go away!’ While doing this, I did a full accelerator.
Because the battlefield was so confusing, I couldn’t even see what was going on around me. The same goes for Bazyur, and what Astrad did. Is there anyone who can check what our group was doing…
‘Oh, there it is.’
The professor, who was sorting out the things he had to do one by one in his head, noticed a group of people huddled around a bonfire.
There’s something very… the blade is standing upright. I closed my eyes just in case, but there was no mute nearby.
It was clear that there were no enemies, but at a glance, I could see that Otman had collected enough water to make the ground wet, Borka was sniffing in all directions, and Notum was blocking something with its big back teeth.
At the center, I feel something strange, like an aura that is both familiar and unfamiliar…
“What… are you doing?”
“Oh, you professor! Are you awake now? Welcome! “Come here, quickly!”
also. I don’t know what it is, but it’s very suspicious.
Ottman welcomes Otman with both arms raised as if he had already been waiting. The strange energy that gets stronger as you get closer, and Notum looks dazed as if possessed by something.
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The highlight of all was Aldrich, who had bloodshot eyes and turned his head several times a second.
‘It looks like I picked up some kind of gold nugget.’
Seeing that side of me, which I don’t usually show, I became a little anxious and hurried to Aldrich’s side. Aldrich, who spread his robe and crouched down, as if he was hugging something tightly, was scared and retreated to the other side before he could see me approaching next to him.
“W-Who are you! Get away! “It’s unfair!”
“It’s me, Aldrich. “It’s me.”
“Ah… are you…?”
“yes. How can you be unfair to someone who has lived and died? “Why are you doing this to make people feel bad?”
“Uhm…. I’m not particularly sorry. Because I went with Borka and saw your limbs growing faster than weeds on a summer day. Anyway, welcome back. “I was already anxious about protecting him alone, but I don’t know the details, but a saint is a saint, so it would be more natural than me taking charge of it.”
I swear it was the first time Aldrich welcomed me so warmly. Besides, since he’s a saint, it’s natural, right?
“Oh my gosh, what on earth do you have that makes you talk gibberish like that? yes? Did you cut off Edeorna’s head? “If that’s the case, you can forgive me for not being next to you when I woke up…”
Hwaaaaaah!!!
My complaints melted away like snow in the dazzling light that leaked from Aldrich’s arms. Just by gently lifting one’s collar, which was tightly closed by the fire, a warm band of light illuminates the surroundings like broad daylight.
“That’s it. Pretty. pretty. The beauty I saw for the first time in my life. Soooo….”
“W-what on earth is that?”
Aldrich, who quickly adjusted his collar in the arms of the entranced Notum, looked around with anxious eyes and whispered in the professor’s ear.
“…It’s you.”
“….yes?”
“Saint. “It is the saint’s soul!”
“….this?”
Nod!
“If it’s a saint… it is said that there is only one person in that order… the one?”
Nod nod!
“It’s not even a saint, just the saint’s soul… in there now?”
Nod nod nod!!!
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“???????????????????????????”
Damn-
Hey! It’s amazing. There is no system, but you just hear the church bell ringing.
soul? If it is the soul of a saint…. It is the soul of a saint of mercy who has been kidnapped for several months and is actually known to be dead?
Aldrich, a soul of warm light, faced the professor with eyes full of pride and worry, like a mother bird incubating an egg.
“My, I did it.”
“Aldrich….”
“You told me to run, but I saw it happen. “Am I not a soul mage?”
“Aldrich…!”
“I had to do it. With these two hands, the merciful light that did not fade even in the midst of pain and oppression, and the slender arms that embraced other souls in the midst of all this-”
“Aldrichiii!!!!!”
Wow!
Unable to control my joy, I rushed at Aldrich, and the hem of my tight robe fluttered, and the light that leaked out colored the valley at night with autumn colors.
“I did it. “I… rescued the sealed saint…”
“Damn, I love you Aldrich! Long live the soul mage! From now on, I will never make fun of you again.”
“I did it. I have…brought the Daughter of Mercy back to her earthly bosom….”
Among the dumbfounded companions, the professor, who now looked equally dumbfounded, could not even keep his mouth shut.
The soul of a saint. The professor couldn’t even guess how much the price would be for rescuing something that could be the basis of the belief that it is a direct window to God.
I can say without a doubt that it will be the most valuable reward among the rewards I received after starting this game, that is, rewards I received officially rather than secretly taken or stolen.
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Huuuuung-
‘Ahh, it’s healing. Just being nearby makes me feel like I’m back in my old couch at the shelter…’
Warm and cozy.
As soon as I confirmed the saint’s soul, I joined the ‘group of guests who were suspiciously wary of the surroundings’ and immediately set about hiding the soul, who was no different from the saint of mercy herself. It was no wonder that Aldrich and our group were so wary.
The soul of a saint was like a magnet that attracted all evil creatures, including undead, evil spirits, devils, warlocks, and monsters tainted with evil.
Fortunately, the God of Mercy and Roharam seemed to have opened up to each other, and the holy object that was used as a substitute for knuckles when in human form safely accepted the saint’s soul.
‘If the status window had been alive, it would probably have been expressed as [Holy power: 999999999/250].’
“Is it okay?”
“Uh… maybe?”
Kaaaaaaa!
“Maybe! Is this a situation that can be expressed in such uncertain words? Aren’t you a saint? “A saint doesn’t even know that?”
“Why don’t you argue with the Archbishop! In the first place, there have been only a few times in history that the soul of a saint has left the temple, and only once 70 years ago has the soul left the temple without the holy relics. What do you know about the compatibility of holy relics?”
As soon as Aldrich let go of the saint’s soul in his arms, Aldrich sat down as if his legs were weak.
It wasn’t too much of a stretch. The soul of a saint is so enormous that it shakes the very foundation of the religion.
‘Did you say that when a saint dies, the soul that leaves the body resides in the body of a newborn child?’
In GG’s worldview, the dead are often known to change their form in some way, such as becoming stars, wind, or returning to dust, but the saint was an exception.
It is the most direct window that God has given to the human world, and it is a being that reincarnates endlessly for its noble duty.
So, in a religious order with a saint, there was nothing more important than the saint except their god. Even if you bring a truck with God’s handwritten signature, it cannot be compared to a saint.
‘Since such a saint was kidnapped, it would be natural for the benevolent paladins who used to smile and farm to turn into merciless hammermen.’
70 years ago, in the main scenario of World 2, the one who was kidnapped was the saintess of our Gwangmyeong Church. As far as I know, at that time, they sold everything from the holy relics to the flower trees in the temple’s flower beds, and even the marble that was used as building material by demolishing the temple, and then declared an unlimited temple until the saint was recovered.
Despite her struggles, it was too late and the saint had already become corrupted, and in front of the statue of the main altar, the head of the Holy Knight held back tears and purified her corrupted soul, and the saint of light disappeared forever. That’s why there are currently no saints in the Rohara Church.
In any case, the soul of a fallen saint was placed in the Holy Ark from the monarch’s body at that time, and this was the only case recorded in history where the soul of a saint escaped from the embrace of the church.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
Now, around my neck was the soul of a saint who escaped the embrace of the church for the second time in history.
“…Where is the closest Mercy Church from here?”
“Four days away… about the capital and Dutense….”
“How can I contact you?”
In response to my question, Borka took out several torn pieces of robe from his pocket and showed them to me. A letter hastily written in blood on a dirty robe.
“[The saint’s soul is in our hands. If you want to get the Virgin of Mercy back, immediately take the Ark into the hands of the Paladins and go to Wuthering Heights…] Are you a kidnapper? “Are you crazy about wanting to get married?”
“I was out of my mind! So, how many times did you have to rewrite it? “It’s a failure!”
“At least use ink on paper!”
“I was anxious!”
“Did you ask Ottman to ghostwrite for me?”
“As soon as that friend saw the saint, he poured three bottles of sedatives down her throat at the same time and turned into an idiot!”
“Oh, such a disease…! So, where did you send it?”
“I sent it to the bishop of the Margrave’s territory. “There is no one in the Church of Mercy whose name I know…”
“Phew! Well done! They will filter it on their own and pass it on as sacred magic.”
Right now… it’s around 3 or 4 in the morning, so the threatening letter will be sent to the bishop in a few hours. The sacred communication of the Gwangmyeong Church literally travels at the speed of light, so it will be immediately transmitted to the Mercy Church. In two or three days at the most, you will be able to see the ruthless knights flocking like bees turning into priests of mercy.
After entrusting the saint’s soul to me, taking a moment to catch my breath, and drinking the grey-brown potion as if it were life-giving water, the real Aldrich began to explain to me what had happened during the fight against Edeornna.
“After I shouted ‘It’s a trap!’ with a message spell, right?”
“That’s right. “I couldn’t hear it through the sound of my breathing, but I also said that I was the target.”
Was it like that? At that time, all I could think about was Edeorna.
“…So, I was planning to deploy the best possible defense measures and provide support to either side… But then he caught my eye.”
Aldrich said he had never seen a soul with hair and in such a hideous form. Souls that have been compacted like grains of wheat that children chew and play with, seeping into the bodies that have been pieced together.
“I don’t know, but it felt like a dead person summoned through the first soul spell was brought in through the controlled body. “As a soul mage, I could never ignore that atrocity.”
It was Aldrich who was already fully prepared to deal with Falcatus. When the strong grasp of the soul penetrated the inside of Vazyur, and reached the center of it, where the original soul was presumed to be…
I ended up discovering it. A crystal of innocence that still maintains its form despite the pain of having the body broken into small pieces and the soul being eaten away.
“so. “Did you just pull it out?”
“I just pulled it out. Although it is expressed as an arm…. Several souls that her spirit protected also came out. There are five earth wizards, one water type, and three salt type magicians. Their souls returned to where they had to go, and despite the pain of vomiting blood due to the reaction of the soul magic, I eventually safely retrieved the saint’s soul and retreated. I’m sorry. “I should have helped you at least a little bit back then, but the scale of the souls entangled within you was greater than anything I had ever seen…”
“no. “You have helped me so much.”
no wonder. In the latter half of the play, it seemed like the carpet bomber named Bazyur, who was able to stand up to the city alone, couldn’t even resist the extreme counter spell called Maw Seal.
At first, I was curious as to why Vazyur, who clearly used the Holy Magic type corruption spell, did not use the Holy Magic, which was 1% chanting and 99% ideation, until the moment of desperate need, but it wasn’t that he didn’t use it, it was that he couldn’t use it. Since he couldn’t digest the huge soul of a saint, he only ate her body, placed the soul of the suppressed saint on top of it, used corrupted sacred spells, and was carrying it around like that and eating it all at once when a soul magician suddenly popped out and snatched it away. will be. It wasn’t taken gently, but rather violently, almost to the point of cutting open the stomach and pouring out what was inside.
‘I was subdued by Astrad, so I couldn’t resist much. If I did this well, I would have died?’
One more piece of good news. I just saw the holy light illuminating the valley, and there seemed to be 40 gray corpses piled up in the corner of the valley. Since there is no way to treat a dead wizard like that, of course it must be the ‘stock’ that Bazeyur dropped, the wizard’s body that was chewed up and reconstructed.
The fact that the wizard who ingested and digested it was his strength and vitality dropped the stock as much as I did means that even fatal wounds are not usually fatal wounds. They even forcibly ripped out the soul that was trapped there, so it was almost as if they were dead, and only the body could not be identified. Even if he were alive, he wouldn’t be able to reach the peak level of demolishing a castle alone like in other worlds.
“Oh oh. Oh oh oh….”
Ding ding ding~
[Basic goal. One-way hot air balloon ticket to Elven Forest – Dalseong]
[Small nest 2, medium nest 1 – removed]
[Measurement of relative combat power at this point: Even excluding the blood spatter, it was strong enough to withstand being hit by Edeorna. There was definitely a taste in the end. It is worth expecting serious injury. At least indirectly, the Roderick Front was released.]
+[★★★★★ Recover the stolen soul of the Saint of Mercy! Saint’s soul!! Appeared only twice in history! There have been no cases of recovery before corruption! As a reward, I summoned the Knights of Mercy and incurred an enormous amount of debt, enough to be used as a human table, chair, and foot rug!!!!!]
+[★★★ Bazyur, sick. Since almost all of the good stock has been disposed of, it is highly likely that there are only a lot of basic warlocks left. From an all-purpose carpet bombing wizard to an unlockable warlock]
Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding ding ding ding!!
I see it, I see it. The rewards from this Wuthering Heights incident are pouring out like a slot machine that hit the jackpot!
Sniff!
“Are you… Una?”
“….yes. “Suddenly, I feel a bit moved…”
“Umm. “I thought he was a saint just because of his appearance, but he must have had some religious beliefs.”
No, not that one.
Sniff!
“It’s a game. I. “I’m playing a game… I’m enjoying a game, not a Gedroitsan pseudo-torture program…”
It’s the first time in my GG life, where I’ve overcome all kinds of deadly obstacles, rolled around like a dog, and been covered in blood, that I’ve been rewarded for my efforts like this. It feels unfair, but it also makes me happy. It’s the first time I’ve truly received a reward that I didn’t expect in my desperate gamer life. Every time I was dying of thirst, the sip I was given was a poisoned chalice. This damn game.
Churrup!
Oh my, all the saliva is coming out.
I thought I was just going through all the hardships and being a loser, but when I organized them one by one, huge rewards were coming out like sweet potato stalks.
‘Let’s come to our senses. Wake up, Professor Park! Something you’ve always imagined has come before your eyes. The effort is worth the reward! This normal situation may never come again!’
My gaming experience has never gone so well. Wake up, Professor Park. When it comes out, you have to pull it out by the roots so that it can survive even if another garbage event pours in next time.
While I was being beaten by Edeorna, Astrad used a super special move to defeat Vazyur, and Aldrich secured the saint’s soul.
‘rest of it. ‘What did you do other than the two of you?’
Aldrich is done. I heard that Otman was casting a defensive spell next to him. Borka and Notum would have been next to each other, so nothing special would have happened… but.
“Borca, Notum. By any chance… did you see anything that looked like a white corpse around the hole where I fell? No, I said I rescued it with my own mouth, so it’s not a corpse. A severed limb or something. It’s like a trace of a terrible wound. A painful scream echoing from the hole a burrowing bug crawled into?”
“I’ve seen enough of the captain’s terrible wounds and his severed limbs that I’m sick of it. “I haven’t seen the white monster.”
“Notum and you?”
“Guuuu…. Eye-wideningly beautiful…. Like nothing else in the world…. Notum cries. Very beautiful. Wow….”
This one is a mess. Borka was not seen, and Notum, who was drunk with the saint’s spirit, was not in a state where he could talk.
‘Everyone in the group was robbed. Then, all that’s left is…’
“Does anyone know where Astrad is?”
‘Main-dish!’
Administrative power at full level. 16 years old with a bright future ahead.
A rare wind wizard who is hard to find outside of Wuthering Heights.
Among them, the rarer and less crazy Wind Wizard.
I have used 3rd and 7th level magic.
‘A mature tree is recognized first from its cotyledons, and this guy is for sure. It’s not like a cotyledon, it’s like the magic bean from Jack and the Beanstalk!’
Just look at the results brought about by one well-trained soul mage. In a game where you collect companions, isn’t a competent companion the Royal Road that leads to comfortable play?
“Hehehehe…. Where did he get stuck…. Our promising star….”
“…Gwok.”
Notum unconsciously made the sign of the cross at the sight of a muscular man looking for the boy wizard with flashing eyes. As Aldrich first said, it really looked like denial was burning into the saint’s soul.
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fantasy,
