Episode 301
What is war?
There may be various interpretations, but Jack Harvest, the leader of [Frost’el] and former Southern War Mage, thinks this way.
War is a conflict between means and means.
Honed military power, analysis, thorough preparation, improvisation and brain power… … . These things collide head-on and come together to create a result that is more distinct than anything else.
Win and lose.
Fame and notoriety.
life and death.
So, the key to war is how much you can destroy the other person’s means using the means you have.
That was the reason why Jack was feeling hopeless right now.
Jack thought about the power, or means, displayed by the corps commander one by one.
An unknown tombstone, Alexia being squeezed to death, reviving and controlling a lion, a musical instrument that makes even the bodies of heroes sluggish… … .
This is just a list of what has been revealed.
Even if he had just one of those, he would be a difficult enemy, and the corps commander would still have a lot of hidden power.
On the other hand, the only effective means for us is the Mir Giant.
Jack opened his mouth.
“Mir Giant.”
“yep.”
“How much can the tombstone prevent in the future?”
“… … .”
After thinking for a moment, Mir answered.
“entire.”
Is this a bluff? Or is it Manyong?
Mir’s voice felt powerful enough to dispel such doubts.
Then you must believe it.
Jack planned his strategy under the assumption that Mir could stop all the falling tombstones.
A corps commander quietly watching the situation.
What is that damn guy thinking right now?
‘We must attack first.’
That’s right.
That is, the person with a greater disadvantage takes the lead.
But what kind of attack should I use against that monster? Even if you use the strongest magic you can use, it doesn’t seem to have any effect.
In a moment of contemplation, someone’s new model was shot forward.
The unique fluttering hat and the back of a nun were captured in Jack’s eyes.
‘Inquisitor Razvet!’
Berita took a step forward and muttered.
“… Great Baal! At this moment, Your Lamb longs for Your protection. Please give me the courage to face the devil.”
The moment Verita muttered lowly and made the sign of the cross, her whole body turned pure white.
The exhibition of divine power unfolds.
The moment a technology that only a very small number of the Heretic Questioners could use was revealed, the instruments that filled the room became faint for the first time.
[…] … .]
The corps commander, seeing this, slightly tilted his staff this time.
Jalang-.
The bell rang.
Nothing happened.
It was like that for a little while.
“Kwaaak?!”
Without any warning, a scream erupted from behind.
‘Mind control.’
Jack’s eyes quickly scanned the battlefield as he added one of the corps commander’s tools to his mind.
This is to check the conditions and scope.
Most of the people who lost their senses were native warriors who were not given protection.
The range is estimated to be approximately 150 meters around the corps commander… … .
The range will probably also vary depending on your tolerance for the instrument.
“Those without anti-magic power, keep your distance from the corps commander! Warrior unit!”
“Yes, yep!”
“Follow Sister Razvet and attack the corps commander! Wizards create a barrier right away! As for the rest, knock out those being controlled! Do you understand? “You must never kill!”
Looking at the corps commander’s appearance, he did not appear to be a fighter. First of all, there was no blade.
The only weapon that appears to be a weapon is a staff with an animal skull on it, held tightly in a bony hand… … .
So, that means that the corps commander’s specialty is special magic, black magic, or necromancy.
In fact, there is something consistent with the performances we have shown so far.
Kwazijic!
Meanwhile, tombstones were falling ceaselessly from the sky.
It’s Mir’s job to destroy it all.
The endurance of the giants is second to none, but it seems difficult to stop them all alone.
Can Mir hold out until the barrier is formed?
With that thought in mind, Jack looked behind him and gritted his teeth when he saw most of the heroes still standing blankly.
“What on earth are they doing?”
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Looking at the foolish people who still couldn’t understand the situation, Jack’s anger finally surpassed his fear.
“Can’t you see the situation now? That little giant hero struggles alone! The Heretic Questioner is rushing towards the corps commander alone! “The Corrupted race that we ignored so much is protecting civilians!”
“… … !”
“Is this the pride we had as heroes? Heros has degenerated, lost its original beliefs, and has become a group that only pursues profit! “Did you actually think that those who claimed that were right?”
Jack’s face felt hot.
It wasn’t just because of anger.
The cry he uttered became a dagger that struck him as well. The heat rushing to your face is probably due to shame.
“Aren’t you ashamed of it?”
Jack’s staff trembled.
This was because he was holding his hand so tightly that it turned completely white.
“… It may be a useless struggle. But can we tolerate dying in vain like this? “If you die like that, what kind of face will you see the leader who left first?”
I regret it.
In the end, the imperial family, mercenaries, heresy interrogators… His own remarks opposing union with other groups.
It’s not that I thought the incident in the North was anything special. However, they thought that they and Heros could do it alone.
The result is now.
Jack chewed his lip.
There must be a reason why the feed died and why I survived. There must be.
“Even if I die… … .”
“… … .”
“Even if we die, we will thwart the plans of those evil cult bastards! That is our Heros’ mission!”
As if in response, loud cheers rang out from all directions.
The enthusiasm that had disappeared with the appearance of the corps commander bloomed here and there in this cold cave.
In it, Jack felt guilty.
Because in the end, he was ordered to die. … I don’t plan on having it now.
‘The only hope is a short-term decisive battle. If time goes by, we will definitely lose.’
So who holds the key to victory?
Wizards forming a barrier? no. Not just him, who was a poor leader, nor the warriors who lost their minds from the sound of the bell, nor the heroes who were blocking them.
It’s a pity, but it wasn’t even the Mir Giant whose body was breaking apart and destroying the tombstone.
‘Raid.’
The battle will only end when the raiding party, led by the Heretic Questioner, cuts off the corps commander’s lifeline.
Berita also knew that fact well.
Also, as a colorless believer, Berita also knew one thing that the people in the crowd did not know.
The odds of winning are not as small as you might think.
This is because the corps commander is completely looking down on them.
Perhaps this battle will also be viewed as entertainment, leading the situation to develop into a more dire situation.
Maybe it will give you one or two chances to take your life. Because it is the nature of devils to trample on false hopes.
Moreover, the fact that that guy was Kingarodtooth’s minion added strength to Verita’s argument.
If I didn’t have the temperament to enjoy fighting, I would have followed a different demon lord instead of the golden horn in the first place.
… Of course, such an opportunity would be narrower than a mouse hole and fainter than a thread.
Give yourself a chance to be the only one to notice, and you might even laugh in satisfaction, thinking that it was a fairly even battle.
‘Disgusting.’
Berita laughed.
There were dozens of heroes in the raid, but of course the one who reached the corps commander the fastest was Verita.
Seen up close, the corps commander’s stature was as tall as that of most giants.
It seemed to be at least 4 meters tall, but the strange atmosphere combined made it look even bigger than it actually was.
Berita was not intimidated.
A pure white brilliance lingered on the mace in my hand, and it transformed into an image wielded by a god himself.
The shape hasn’t changed at all.
Just like swordsmen overlaying their blades with mana, they are simply surrounded by divine power.
[…] … .]
The corps commander’s gaze landed on Verita.
Since he had flaming features, Verita may have felt like she was alone, but in any case, I had the feeling that our eyes had met.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaa!
Immediately afterwards, the corps commander’s face grew bigger.
At least that’s what Verita felt when she met him.
The blazing fire suddenly grew in size like a wildfire, and burned so fiercely that it seemed as if it would set Verita’s whole body on fire.
But Verita’s keen senses quickly realized that all of this was a lie.
‘hallucination.’
It was a hallucination that was close to reality, but it was still a hallucination.
The pain was no different from reality, but in other words, the physical functions were fine.
If there are no problems with limb function, pain should not be an obstacle to Verita.
Perhaps realizing that fact, the corps commander changed his momentum again.
Puhwaaaaak-!
A musical instrument exploded beneath the hem of an old, shabby dress.
The miasma, which was infinitely close to a musical instrument, melted the surrounding corpses and even changed the color of snow and ice.
An instrument so thick that most of the heroes who came quite close to it turn away in awe.
“… … .”
At that point, Verita actually smiled. Eventually, even though the poison touched his entire body, his movements did not stop.
Kwasik!
The mace struck the head of the corps commander.
The corps commander’s body suddenly collapsed, but it was not the sensation that Verita had expected.
It felt like I had hit an empty scarecrow.
“Kaaaaagh!”
At that moment, something popped out from beneath the ground. It was a regenerating corpse.
All of my hair had fallen out, my teeth were chattering, and I only had one eyeball, but I was a bit used to it.
Priest Elan.
“Kill me! “Kill me!”
“You are very persistent. “Maybe the god you serve was a cockroach demon?”
“Kill me… … !”
This kind of resurrection cannot be called revival in the true sense.
It’s a form of forcibly attaching a soul to a rotting corpse and forcibly injecting commands regardless of whether the body creaks or not… … .
Of course, it is not without a price.
The more you repeat it, the more your soul wears away.
Elan seemed to be half out of his mind, rushing towards him with his eyes rolling back, and Verita crushed his face again with the mace.
Up to that point, it was as expected.
A voice was heard beyond the mace.
“You too… Let’s go together… … !”
Immediately after, dozens of tattered arms stretched out from the ground and grabbed Verita’s entire body.
“Sister Lasbeth!”
Araksad, who was the closest, shouted urgently.
Dozens of hands were trying to drag Verita below the ground.
Is this the corps commander’s strategy?
Berita’s body, bound by the dead man’s hands, was slowly sucked into the ground. It’s like sinking beneath a swamp.
Then, my gaze met the white-scaled Lizardman, who was looking in this direction with bewildered eyes.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Berita smiled in reassurance and extended the thumb of her sinking right hand for the last time.
fault.
Eventually, Verita landed below the ground and looked around.
It’s a terrible place.
Rotten flesh and blood, bad smells, and even the terrible poison emanating from corpses… … . Plus, it was colder than up there, so it reminded me of hell overall.
Berita’s sentiments were simple.
I was wondering where to procure the body, and it turned out to be here.
“You too… It’s dead now… Heresy Questioner… … .”
“and.”
Verita was surprised by Elan’s voice.
Was the quality of the soul surprisingly excellent?
It’s truly surprising that even after being revived so many times, he still maintains his senses.
Tap, tap.
Meanwhile, Elan, who had finished regenerating, adjusted the missing jaw joint and then looked at Verita.
And then he chanted a spell in a mumbling voice.
Click… … .
Then the dead people around them stood up, trembling.
There are skeletons and ghouls. There didn’t seem to be any high-level undead, but their number seemed to be in the hundreds at least.
“I wonder why you still haven’t given up hope… … . Do you really think you can survive here? That would be nice too. The more you and your companions struggle, the more satisfied He will be… … . Maybe you can fully resurrect me… … .”
Berita said without breaking the priest’s false hopes.
“Well, anyway, there’s something I’d like to ask.”
Elan glared for a moment at the woman who was smiling brightly even in this situation.
I know that most of the Heretic Questioners are insane, but this woman’s reaction was unique among them.
“… What?”
“Have you not seen the platinum-haired hero? He must have been with the goblins.”
“under. “You mean that kid who so cruelly interrupted the ceremony?”
The corner of Elan’s mouth twisted coldly.
“The plan went awry because of that brat. But he already paid the price. Both of them were sucked through the [Colossus’ stomach]. “You won’t even find their bodies.”
Berita smiled brightly at those words and said.
“gibberish.”
“I wonder if it’s nonsense… … .”
“gibberish.”
Verita interrupted again.
“gibberish. gibberish. gibberish. gibberish.”
“… … .”
Now even Elan has closed his mouth.
I realized that the other person’s mental head was not normal.
“Everything you say is nonsense. There is no way he could have died in the stomach of a titan.”
“Whether you believe it or not is your freedom. “If you wish so much, we can meet again in the afterlife.”
“aha. I understood well!”
Berita smiled and continued speaking.
“I met a variety of people while doing this job, and sometimes there were people who didn’t need a tongue.”
“what?”
“At times like that, I helped ease their burden. “At least for the rest of your life, you will no longer be the source of their misfortune.”
Verita raised her mace.
“It seems to me that you are the same type.”
fantasy,
