Labyrinth City -2- [End of Volume 4]
After a long struggle, we finally got inside.
If I had come alone, I probably would have been kicked out without even saying a word.
It was all thanks to Madame that things came in smoothly.
“Hyordis······”
cellar.
A silver crown with multiple layers of magic circles engraved on it.
There was a woman lying inside.
The skin is a translucent blue-white, allowing the muscles, veins, and nerves inside to stand out.
Even now, a strange black glow runs like a snake through my nervous and vascular systems.
It mutates in real time.
As a member of the Mashin Kimaris clan.
This is not the end of mutation.
As a result of the stigmata, the victim disintegrates into a mass of magical energy that is neither human, demonic, nor mutant.
Without even a single bone left behind.
Sigmund said with a blank expression.
“The Archbishop told us not to come in here as much as possible. That way, the seal will last a little longer.”
“This time it will turn out well.”
“I hope so. If you just run away after making a fool of yourself like the con artists did before, I don’t know what I’d do.”
A flash of electricity comes from both eyes.
A typical Nordic man.
It’s surprising that he’s such a domesticated man for a Norse man, but when he gets angry, he’ll show off his Viking and berserker side without any filters.
I took a few steps towards Hyordis.
Be careful not to step on the magic circle.
But with a dignified appearance.
“Let me tell you one thing first.”
Horsepower running along the horsepower circuit.
He checked the magic letters that occasionally appeared within it and spoke.
“Stigmata are not something to be cured or purified. They are something to be overcome.”
“Now that I think about it, you did say that. Is there a difference?”
“Yes. That’s because of the fever. You two must have heard it. The fever is something you overcome, not something you purify.”
“That’s true.”
Madame and Sigmund both look puzzled.
Because you’re talking nonsense like a pig.
The reason I mentioned Shin Yeol was simple.
Even the stigmata are just fever after all.
A divine power that stimulates the nervous system and causes conversion.
A stigmata that mutates the entire body due to the divine energy left behind in the aftermath of an attack.
If you look at it broadly, there is no difference.
The only difference is whether it is controlled or not.
No one can control the stigmata no matter who comes.
Because they themselves, who have displayed the stigmata, have lost their reason and gone mad after even the demons have fallen and declined.
“Do you know how to overcome a fever?”
“I heard that in theory, it can be overcome through superhuman awakening or leveling up.”
“The stigmata cannot be obtained in that way. I heard from the Archbishop. There was an attempt to do so in the past. The sect fed nectar and infused Thor with its divine power through large-scale rituals, but it ultimately failed.”
“That’s right. Fever and stigmata are completely different.”
Same but different.
Fever must be overcome.
Otherwise, it would be a direct violation of the Peace of Westphalia.
In any case, the gods accepted the pact and pledged to keep it with their very existence at stake.
It is possible to circumvent it to some extent, but it is impossible to reject it outright.
“If fever is a trial, stigmata is evolution.”
“evolution?”
“Yes. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it ascension. It’s a similar concept to Thor or Gaia artificially ascending a human hero they like to become an angel, or a level 9 constellation ascending to level 10 and becoming a god.”
“Huh, you say that as if the stigmata are good?”
“It was originally good. If only the gods hadn’t been ruined and turned into demons. If the ascension had been twisted and distorted, wouldn’t they have turned into magical powers and died instead of becoming spiritual beings?”
“Um······I remember hearing a similar story.”
What’s important is from now on.
I raised my right hand.
It emits magical power and shines a dazzling light, but then suddenly clenches its hand and puts out the magical light.
“Therefore, it is necessary to weaken and deteriorate the power that ascends to this higher dimension and cause it to fall back to the real world.”
“Pump me back into the real world?”
“Yes. From a magical perspective, it is a fall to a lower dimension. From our perspective, it is fixed in the real world.”
“Fixed in reality······”
The light returned to Sigmund’s eyes.
The more I listened, the more I thought that it made sense.
I sighed softly inside.
‘Ugh, it’s hard to convince.’
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How great would it be if there was a way to make one and feed it to them?
I am going through all this trouble because I have to perform a ritual that is almost like a curse.
If I explain the ritual method first, you’ll think I’m curing you, not treating you.
“So the ritual method is also a bit unusual. It’s closer to a curse than a blessing or a cure.”
“A curse?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“First, draw an inverted pentagram with the blood of the devil. It doesn’t matter if it’s a low-level devil or the lowest-level devil. Then, place a candle made by weaving the hair of the abyssal body at the top of the inverted pentagram, and use a dark attribute fire for the fire. Place the victim in the center of the inverted pentagram without overlapping with the line, finely grind the world iron and sprinkle it on the victim, then make a revival potion using Kimaris’ blood as the main ingredient and feed it to the victim. As the ritual progresses, the victim will mutate into a devil, and at the last moment, drive an intangible stake for exorcising the devil into their heart, and you’re done.”
Demon’s blood, abyssal hair, dark attribute fire.
And a revival elixir using the blood of a demon as its main ingredient?
This is the level of trying to become a real devil.
Sigmund twisted his mouth.
“Really? Do we really have to go through such a ritual?”
“Yes. I can assure you that if you do this, your wife will definitely come back to life.”
“Ha······ Borghild, is this right?”
“He is sincere. He looks sincere to me.”
“under······”
Sigmund shook his head.
“You can’t just do it. Let’s seek advice.”
“Yes, please. If possible, it would be good to infect animals with the stigmata and conduct animal experiments. I will wait.”
“Okay. You seem confident. Let’s verify it first.”
I guess I’ll have to wait a few days.
Maybe it will take a few weeks or more.
Well, that’s okay.
The Labyrinth City is a hotbed of high-level superhumans.
Since you’re already here, it might be a good idea to stay for a month and learn about various characteristics.
Just as I was about to go back after getting there.
ridge!
The sound of the drum rang out.
Ta-da!
Not once, but many times.
A sound that sounded like a heartbeat, yet strangely low and bone-vibrating, went straight into my brain without passing through the air or vibrating my eardrums.
Is this······
I swallow and look back at the white coffin.
Duaang!
The woman was radiating light.
A dark, black light.
As if pushing from the heart to the whole body.
Making the world cry, transforming your own soul.
It spreads an extremely evil and terribly noble radiance like the sound of a drum.
Dang! Daang! Duaang!
A gradually increasing dark pulse.
The meaning was clear.
Sigmund and Madame’s faces quickly turned ashen.
“Oh, Hjordis!”
“Oh, no!”
The end of the stigmata is imminent.
Now, within an hour, the stigmata will consume both the soul and the body, and the woman will become a mass of magical energy that will disperse into nothingness.
Consciousness verification?
I don’t have time for that.
Every minute and every second was critical.
“Madam. Bring me demon blood, abyssal hair candles, world iron powder, and demon slaying intangible stakes. Quickly!”
“yes yes!”
“Sigmund, you bring me the blood of Kimaris.”
“How about that now······”
“If you don’t get her in 10 minutes, your wife will die.”
It’s not like you can just use Kimaris’ blood.
You must use it as a main ingredient to make a revival elixir.
Sigmund gulped, swallowing dry saliva.
The pupils were moving busily.
A face that asks where to go to get Kimaris’ blood.
I did what I had to do.
Stretching out one’s hand forward and radiating magical power.
[Einherjar Training Method][Magic Soul][Concentration]
[Magic Amplification][Magic Concentration][Magic Stabilization]
A tremendous amount of magical power is poured out.
Even if you say he’s a wizard, not a level 4 warrior, you’ll believe it.
And it was controlled perfectly, like a blade.
The magical power that had sharply penetrated the magic circle assimilated into the magic circle as if it had originally been achromatic magic power.
A magic circle that flashes like lightning.
It worked.
A powerful deity arises and suppresses Hyordis.
The black glow spreading across the skin has noticeably weakened.
Would it be similar if several Thor cult priests came and injected divine powers?
“This magic······”
Sigmund gave me a knowing look.
“Urgent. Hurry up!”
“Yes, yes!”
Sigmund and Madame jumped up and ran out.
I calmly observed the woman in the white coffin.
Can you make it on time?
I need to make a leap too?
It is possible to extend the time from 1 hour to 2 hours, but it is difficult to go beyond that.
‘2 hours······’
All I can do is pray that Sigmund and Madame will do well.
“Hyordis! Hyordis! I’m here! Just hold on a little longer!”
“Grimhild! Come quickly, quickly!”
“I’m going!”
Did the two of them keep in touch as they left?
A group of superhumans burst through the door, kicking it open as if it were going to break down.
At least level 5 superhumans.
Among them, a woman with shining white hair approached quickly.
He looked slightly surprised when he saw me injecting him with magic power, but soon nodded his head.
“I’ll do it. You don’t seem to be a priest, but you must be a wizard. Your magical powers are very pure and magnificent.”
“thank you.”
The woman spread her arms.
A lightning-like divine power strikes the magic circle like a bomb.
A magic circle that reacts more violently than when I do it.
That’s understandable, since he was a level 5 priest-type superhuman.
Considering the divine power attribute, he belongs to the Order of Thor.
“Where should I put this?”
A giant who was 250 cm tall looked at me and asked.
He carries an alchemy shelf on one side.
No, just the simple tools would be enough, but you brought the whole thing?
I pointed to a corner of the basement.
“Leave it there. And the ingredients······”
“Devil’s Blood! Devil’s Blood has arrived! What should I draw?”
In contrast to the giants, he is only about 120 cm tall.
Instead, a very sleek looking man arrived holding a magic tumbler.
“Draw an inverted pentagram. Make it as big as possible, because that person has to fit inside.”
“Yes! Just leave it to me!”
“Rokison! Give that to me and go get the other ingredients!”
“Yes! Here we go!”
Materials arrived one after another.
I was getting dizzy because people were barging in almost every five seconds.
I pulled myself together and started making the elixir.
[Preparation][Production][Modification]
[sixth sense][insight][concentration]
I’ve packed in all the traits that seem like they’d be helpful.
First, prepare the ingredients for the elixir of revival, then boil the water.
Adding regenerative herbs, recovery berries, and healing tree branches creates a sweet scent.
The basics are complete if you generously add advanced healing potions.
This is where the main ingredient should go······
“Colonel Kimaris’s blood!”
A dwarf named Lokison appeared like the wind.
As soon as you receive the tumbler, pour black blood into it.
Gulp.
The sweet, bubbling liquid was immediately contaminated.
Acrid smoke rises and threatens to invade me.
“Hey, be careful!”
The dwarf shouted and stepped back, but I was hit by the smoke without any problems.
With only [Magic Resistance] attached to [Indomitable].
Even if you only have darkness resistance and pollution resistance, you can withstand it to some extent, so if you have the two higher traits equipped, you can withstand it for several hours without any problems.
“Wow······ You’re not an ordinary person, sir.”
The dwarf looked at me with admiration.
Ignore and force manufacturing.
I successively injected darkness peppermint, night sky deer musk, and shadow dimension myrrh into the horribly transformed hellish elixir.
All three are directional herbs.
As soon as I put it in, it evaporated and a mysterious smell penetrated my nasal mucosa.
“Whew!”
“What is that smell!”
“Ugh!”
A strangely foul and eerie smell, combined with the blood of the demon.
It wasn’t a scent that would make you vomit like Surströmming, but it was a scent that affected your soul and made you want to run away right away.
The final procedure was carried out.
[Black salt]
The best one is pure dark attribute, but this is also fine.
He opened his palm wide and radiated black flame.
A black flame seeped into the boiling liquid in the pot, and soon the liquid boiled down to the size of a little finger.
A sticky liquid like a paste.
If you look at it as a game, this is how the title was decided.
[Kimaris’ Bloodstain Potion]
This is also a pretty good leap.
If you drink it, you will become a demon for a short time and become stronger.
The aftereffects are as strong as the madness, which is a problem, but in any case, you won’t die.
“Ready? Are you ready?”
“Yes! You can start right away!”
“Let’s go right away.”
Sigmund and Madame had both returned.
The supermen use their telekinesis to lift the woman and place her on a magic circle.
The woman stirred as she broke free from Thor’s restraints.
Wow!
Almost the limit.
A black light shoots into the air.
There really aren’t many minutes left now.
I quickly gestured towards Sigmund.
“Sprinkle the iron filings! Quickly!”
“Yes! Yes!”
Scatter the world’s iron.
Just like building a sand tomb.
Madame stood at the edge of the inverted pentacle, holding a strange-looking pistol.
“Shall I light it?”
“I’ll do it myself.”
Black flame is the highest level of dark attribute fire.
I just snapped my fingers.
Black flames shot out in five directions, igniting the Abyssal Hair Candle.
Formless smoke rises and the air becomes heavy.
The world of steel reacted to it.
It turns completely black, accepting the abyssal properties and even transmitting the devil’s blood, causing the space inside the magic circle to change strangely.
As if it were a sub-dimension.
“Oh, is it okay?”
“Quiet!”
Someone expressed concern and question, while someone else urgently called attention to it.
The white-haired woman, a priestess of the Order of Thor, also stood still.
After the dice have already been rolled.
There’s no use hesitating now.
I calmly observed the changes in space.
Only after the demon’s blood had sufficiently mutated and the space had been completely imbued with abyssal properties did he take action.
The completed elixir was fed to the lying woman.
Ta-da!
The light is flashing fiercely.
It causes a pulsation.
At the end of that light, instead of evaporating, the woman mutated into a demon.
The skin is pitch black.
Hair disappears in an instant.
The devil’s wings spread out as the devil’s horns sprouted.
now!
It was the moment I had been waiting for.
He drove an intangible stake right into my heart.
“Ugh!”
The woman jumped loudly once.
That’s the end of it.
The mutated body instantly returned to its original form.
A woman lying down with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
“Uh······Hyordis?”
Sigmund stepped forward, trembling.
Kneel down in front of the woman and check her breathing and heartbeat.
“Euuuung······”
The woman opened her eyes naturally.
Clear blue eyes.
Beautiful eyes that were neither a mass of empty magic nor demonic were looking straight at Sigmund.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
A woman who asks questions naturally and innocently.
“babe!”
The man burst into tears like an animal.
With a face full of joy.
[End of Volume 4]
