Episode 383
A lightning bolt struck Quintus’ head.
Barbara Guido.
His hobby was snake hunting.
Even without that, the tendons and bones of the snake were suitable for making bows, and Guido’s hobby seemed suitable as well.
But I just heard about this nuclear thing and it gave me goosebumps.
But then I thought to myself:
Quintus, who knew everything about Guido, was the only one who didn’t know this.
The only hobby Guido didn’t care about.
I thought of this strange hobby called snake hunting as just a strange hobby, something of very low priority and something that didn’t need to be investigated.
A hobby that you can learn slowly.
If only I had just a little more time.
One year, no, five years. If only I had stayed for exactly five more years, that position would have been mine.
Quintus brought out the question that was rising from the depths of his heart.
“How much… … have you saved?”
“I guess you’re still curious about that.”
Guido silently spread out one finger.
One, two, three, four.
That is, enough to kill four Masters.
Then Guido quietly folded one hand.
“There are three left now.”
Cool!
A huge amount of blood bursts out of Quintus’ mouth.
Inside, pieces of organs were found torn off.
To be honest, I had more questions.
Snake poison.
Why is that in his hand right now?
I wonder when I brought that.
Why did you bring it?
if.
Guido wondered if he had been trying to poison the Harpy King and the Orc King during the meeting earlier.
That was, unfortunately, something Quintus could not know.
Because I’ll be behind soon.
The guards, who had been aiming their bows at Guido, were confused.
What, how does it work?
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That was their mistake.
Guido, who had been whispering something continuously, was now reciting a spell.
So secretly and so quickly.
Then Guido raises his hand.
Phew-!!
A strong wind blew.
The wind began to gather in front of Guido in an instant, and at the same time, the heavens and the earth shook.
Kugu-kung-!!
The wind that blew like a storm took shape.
A being whose overall height appears to be about 10m.
A tremendous sense of pressure.
Wind spirit.
The elves call the wind spirit this.
My name is Ariel, the spirit queen.
Guido said.
“Kill them all.”
Ariel disappeared from that spot, and at the same time.
Crunch-! Crunch-! Crunch!!
About ten cutting sounds echoed throughout the area.
So fast.
Movement literally like the wind.
Then Guido waves his hand and the spirit king disappears.
Quintus’s eyes, trembling as he lay on the floor, met Guido’s sunken eyes.
Guido, who had been looking down silently, asks in a numb tone.
“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Coolook.”
“I guess you’re sick.”
“Ugh. Sa… … Save me… … .”
Guido didn’t say anything.
Just stand up quietly and step back.
I looked down at Quintus silently for about 10 seconds.
“Save… …!”
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Phew-!!
Quintus’ body completely exploded.
Guido, who had been staring blankly at the tragedy, slowly raised his head.
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Next.
Phew-!
I can hear the wind blowing.
Guido’s two eyes scanned the surroundings.
what?
What is this strange feeling?
As he was thinking that, the mana surrounding him enveloped Guido’s body.
Feeling strange, Guido raised his hand and drew out his mana.
I didn’t know what it was, but I knew for sure that something was going to happen.
But it was meaningless.
Because it didn’t even stop the flow, let alone stop it.
Guido was embarrassed like that.
The place was engulfed in light.
* * *
Harpies and orcs, about 70 people, were eating.
And quite a distance away from them sat a black-skinned orc and a harpy with white wings spread.
The black-skinned orc said.
“Leon.”
“why?”
“What do you think?”
The Harpy Lord has two names.
Rain Lo Villea, Leon Villea.
The former is his full name, the name he uses when introducing himself to strangers, while Leon Villea is the name he uses among his close friends.
In fact, it’s no different from shortening one’s middle name, but at least in this forest of demons, the only person who can call Harpy Lord Leon is Blackman.
“What do you think? What?”
“What that man said.”
“Regression or something like that?”
Blackman nods.
Judging from the look of it.
“I see you have doubts.”
At those words, Blackman shook his head, and his attitude made Villea even more puzzled.
“Why, if you don’t doubt it?”
“… … I don’t understand how someone who has regressed can have that much power.”
In the end, Billea kept her mouth shut at Blackman’s words.
What is he talking about now?
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“A dragon spy embedded within the race. Unlike the elves and trolls, we have long since identified and distinguished them. The elves, trolls, and dwarves would be grateful for the information, but not us.”
I wasn’t complaining, I was just stating the truth.
I regressed… … .
It would be strange to believe that in the first place.
That’s a difficult thing to do, even in fantasy, not to mention unrealistic, so anyone who believes it must have lived their whole life hearing people call them crazy.
But in this situation, it would be strange not to believe it.
Regression, that one word explains everything.
That means that all the rumors that were spread about the man named Jack were the truth without any exaggeration, and that he was hiding more than he seemed to be.
He who reigns above all others.
The so-called emperor.
Although it has a completely different meaning to ordinary people, Geun-Hil calls the person who stands at the top of the world an emperor.
Such an emperor.
“Strangely, in my eyes, he looked weak.”
It didn’t seem like something Blackman, who had been hit several times and even beaten up, would say, but rather, it was a story that Blackman could tell because he was that kind of person.
Just as Jack is confident in his instincts, Blackman is also confident in his instincts.
Blackman was bothered by that part.
The emperor I dreamed of was someone who stood at the top of everyone and looked down on the world. A dragon? The Five Emperors? The Lord Dragon? I didn’t care about those things. That wasn’t a real emperor.
The man who should have been the pinnacle of the world, unshaken by anything, looked strangely small and very sickly.
Yeah, gap.
That was definitely a gap.
“I’ve been watching his activities closely over the past few months, and it’s strange.”
“What’s strange?”
“Each race may have different standards, but the standard of strength is the same. He made half of the continent his own in just a few months. The Kingdom of Matthias, the Kingdom of Ishmael, the Kingdom of Canaan, the Kingdom of Cradle. The ruler of all of those countries is Jack Valantie. He is a ruler who can plant a flag on top of each castle without anyone raising an objection. Leon, you know that it is the world of humans now.”
“… … I can’t deny it. In the past 40 years, the level of human mercenaries invading the Demon Forest has improved significantly.”
Leon paused for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and continued.
“You’re right, the human world. You’re definitely not wrong.”
She was serious and Blackman was serious.
“He single-handedly conquered the world of such humans. Like an undefeated warrior, a warrior god from mythology.”
“A god of war? It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that. You always said that. You’d become a god of war, you’d become an emperor.”
Childish as he may be, Blackman was that kind of man.
He ignored Leon’s words and continued speaking.
“He is on a different level from the dragons who ruled the forest of demons with the mere symbol of the Dragon Lord. Because he wrote history. Because he created something from nothing. Such a ruler was out of breath and reluctant to use his power.”
As I said before, Blackman could say that because he had been hit by Jack several times.
Jack said clearly.
Since you beat our kid up so badly, let’s just get three hits.
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And he hit him twice, and one of them was a slap on the wrist.
Why did Jack end with a bang?
Blackman wasn’t stupid.
Jack was tired. He was holding back his strength because he was tired.
Jack shook as if it was clear that using more force would harm his body.
Yeah, this part, this part I’m talking about now.
If it was someone else, I would have thought so, but he is a man with a huge reputation.
The man who actually reigned over the continent and now wants to reign over the Forest of Demons is saving his strength and stepping back.
His mouth is a bit gruff, but his power is almost unknown. It is not even known where his limit is, but strangely enough, it feels like we have already seen his limit.
A wavering and hesitant look.
Tone Grunhill, the wild sense he possesses is superior to Tem-Samit. He is a being that is truly an animal itself.
With that feeling, he became the Orc Lord, the pinnacle of millions of Orcs.
It’s not much different now.
A shaky ruler? A ruler who conserves his strength and shows his weakness first?
What kind of ruler is that? What kind of emperor is that? What kind of sacrifice is that?
Where in the world is there an emperor who avoids things, worries about his own safety, and only talks big?
“Was I the only one who felt that? Leon, was I really the only one who felt that?”
Billea immediately realized what he was trying to say and spoke in a serious tone.
“… … To be honest, it did look really difficult.”
Jack Valantier.
Even if his age is like that, just look at his appearance.
I wasn’t talking about absolute muscle mass or differences in race or anything like that.
He was seriously skinny.
It looked as if the life had been drained from it.
Menama, the dwarf king, said that whenever he eats something, he gains weight in an instant and has a rubber band body. To be honest.
Whether it was true or not, it was clear that Jack was not ‘normal’ right now.
What that means is that he is now weak.
“When you bleed, sharks come.”
Leon spoke.
“When the believers see a bleeding god, they leave.”
Grunhill took the words.
Appearing in front of someone in a weakened state.
That’s something that the one who rules the continent should never show.
A person who must stand still like a stone statue even when his limbs are cut off, he is poisoned, and dozens of swords are stabbed into his body.
That’s the ruler.
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Grunhil and Villea, who have ruled over the alien races in the Forest of Demons, consider it the first virtue of a ruler.
Grunhill thought it was strange and didn’t like it.
As a side note, this was clearly a different reaction from the previous life’s Geurun Hill.
There is no fundamental difference between the Geurunhill of the past life and the Geurunhill of the present life. There is only one thing that has changed.
The current Jack is different from the Jack of his past life.
Jack in his previous life was fierce.
I lived really fiercely and fought really fiercely.
He always stood and reigned even while bleeding.
The sight of that figure, which felt like the back of a warrior trying to reach the realm of a god, followed Jack.
He is the god of war, the pinnacle of the world, the strongest warrior ever to exist.
I felt that way, but now, really.
It was very different.
That’s why Tone Greenhill, who has no memories of his past life, reacts like this.
