Kim Jeon Sa, Building Traits Episode 268
The Beginning of War -3-
Dismantle a heavily armored tank.
He tore the black gold cannon into pieces and threw it away.
Defeat the Divine Missile Launcher and detonate the Dark Machine Gun Emplacement.
Destroy the magic detector, blessing amplifier, and protection transmitter one by one.
As I tore off the armor like splitting a rotten log, a terrified face was revealed.
“Hey, these damn bastards!”
A middle-aged man who appears stubborn.
He was the archbishop of the old Father’s Church.
“The old father will punish you! He will punish you!”
The archbishop was wailing and wailing.
I reached out without hesitation.
He grabbed the Archbishop by the collar and dragged him out using his subduing abilities from his actual combat.
Crash!
“Oh my!”
The archbishop screamed as he was thrown to the floor.
This one was the last one.
The battle is over.
All around, the armored vehicles of the old Father’s Sect were stationed, emitting black smoke.
It was full of corpses so I was lying down.
A few were captured, but most died fighting to the end.
Like a fanatic.
“Kill him.”
The archbishop craned his neck and said:
“It’s not long! You are too late! Even if you throw us all into the sea, burn us to death, or shoot us to death, our fate has already been decided! The Saint will make the Old Father descend, and when the Old Father descends, he will finally become a true father and place the souls of all mankind on his lap! When that day comes, when that day comes, I will become an archangel by the Old Father’s side and enslave you!”
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“You’re talking nonsense on the topic, so you’re not convincing at all, you punk.”
“You lost? You lost?”
The archbishop rolled his eyes.
“No way! This is just the beginning! No, it’s already over! No matter what you do, you can’t change fate! Savior! Accept your fate! Become the vessel of your old father and save the world!”
“Can’t you see it?”
I glanced around once.
“It’s all over. If we just destroy the defense barrier, Gwangju City will be liberated. There’s also a passageway inside that leads to your new country, right? If we enter that passage and beat the saintess and your followers, it’ll be the end. I’ll kill your old father and reduce him to the level of a spirit.”
That’s my plan.
It happened that way in the game too.
But the archbishop burst into laughter when he heard what I said.
“Poohahaha! How foolish!”
“what?”
“You don’t know. Why do you think we raised an army and fought a defensive battle?”
“I’m just going to kill time. I’m just going to kill time until the ritual is over.”
Is it that easy to donate to Gwangju?
Originally, the world’s largest city, Gwangju, had a population of less than 300,000.
Where is this?
It’s almost a million.
Just a little more and it will be upgraded to a metropolitan city.
Sacrificing them all at once is not an easy task, no matter how many decades of preparation it may have taken.
“Hehehe.”
The archbishop burst into laughter.
“You got it half right. Half right. We all know how much power you’re going to bring, so would you have gone into a defensive battle with this much power? Our goal was different.”
The goal was different, but you only got halfway there?
What the hell is this?
It was time to pursue the question further.
Suddenly, the black dome in front of us began to glow brightly.
Flash!
A flash of gray light shoots up against the sky.
The halo of light soon dispersed and turned into rain.
Only above the black dome.
Then, the pitch-black dome begins to shine with a strange luster like obsidian.
The archbishop tilted his head back and cried out in laughter.
“It is done! The barrier is complete! Oh, praise be to you, Old Father! Saintess! You will never break through that barrier! For it is the embodiment of violence, the absolute throne, the greatest power on earth, the worst power on earth! And do you know? There are only 72 hours, only 72 hours left! In that time, the ritual will be complete and the Old Father will take his vessel, regardless of your will, the Savior!”
Is the remote descent a true story?
Only 72 hours left?
Even though I clearly engraved the highest vow on the saint’s heart?
So, if we hadn’t attacked back then, the rice would have been cooked and ready to eat by now.
The commander who had been listening kicked the archbishop.
“Kkuek!”
“Shut up. Isn’t this kid joking? 72 hours? The descent ritual is over that quickly?”
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“Hahaha! Be afraid! Be glad! The advent of the old father is at hand!”
“It is possible if not only the citizens of Gwangju but also these guys become sacrifices.”
“Are you crazy?”
“That’s why I believe in my old father. You can’t believe in a god unless you’re crazy. In my opinion, the saint herself, the guys who fought in the defense here, and all the citizens of Gwangju are like sacrifices.”
“crazy…….”
Actually, it’s not 72 hours.
I looked up into the sky, at the airship there.
Is it about time?
My calculations were correct.
The magic power began to fluctuate.
“Huh? Huh?”
The archbishop was the first to react.
He opens his mouth and looks up.
A magic belt that shakes like oil.
Strange colors spread out like waves.
Then at some point.
There was a loud, crimson flash of light.
Phew!
The flash of light shot towards the ground like a single ribbon.
With a huge black dome.
It seemed like it would naturally get blocked.
Because the aura of oppression emanating from the black dome was so terrifying.
But the beam of light penetrated the black dome without any resistance.
Although it is not visible here, it goes beyond the dimensional wall and strikes a sub-dimension.
Maybe the master of that subdimension.
Once the most powerful deity on Earth, now the most repressed and maddening.
[Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!]
Was this a scream?
Or a scream?
Or a cry of rage?
An eerie wave passes through my soul.
Not just me, but all the superhumans here.
Just a brief exposure to it caused my magical circuits to warp and my insides to churn.
The other people’s complexions aren’t all that good either.
But there was someone else who was hit the hardest.
The Archbishop himself.
He looks at Gwangju City with a face that almost looks like he has lost his soul.
“Oh, this can’t be happening, my old father, my saint… … .”
Forced connection through the magic line.
And the counterattack.
I bet it hurt quite a bit.
The ritual took almost ten times longer than the declared 72 hours, or 720 hours, or nearly a month.
Gulp, bang!
Could it be because it’s a fire attribute attack, not a dark attribute or a cold attribute?
The airship’s magic lane was going wild and exploding.
The sailors hurriedly crossed the Sky River, and the branches of the World Tree rose like tentacles and pulled the airship far away.
There was a spectacular fireworks display for quite some time.
Against the backdrop of the flames, the magic tower slowly descended.
“Ugh, I can’t do this twice.”
“Thank you for your effort.”
“I thought I was going to die. Tsk! The security was almost at a god level. I had to confront my old father to get rid of it.”
“Even so, isn’t it just a terminal?”
“You may say that because you are a warrior, but wizards are different. Unlike warriors, wizards have very delicate minds. I can cast one or two spells today, but anything more is difficult.”
It’s not that he’s not, he looks quite tired.
The skin that was once taut became seriously rough and wrinkles became evident.
It seems like he’s been struggling in the mental world.
Actually, fire attribute magicians are not really that good at counterattacking with magic power.
If I had another level 8 wizard, I would have had him do it.
“Thank you for your hard work. Please hold on a little longer.”
“Ugh! How did I end up getting involved with such a reckless person… … .”
Matapju pulled a leather sofa out of thin air and buried himself in it.
The archbishop was looking at the tower with blank eyes.
Then, as if he had the strength from somewhere, he ran at me, cursing.
“This rascal! I’ll kill him!”
“Huh? What is it?”
“Kill him! Kill him!”
The magical power has already been sealed.
A flabby body due to lack of exercise.
It’s not a threat, but I wonder if I should keep it alive.
The thoughts were long, but the decisions were short.
He struck the neck firmly.
The body that was rushing forward falls forward, and the head with wide eyes falls backward.
“hmm…….”
Matapju tilted his head.
“Was it really necessary to kill him?”
“I have something to check. He’s not the type of guy who’d cooperate even if you spared his life, right?”
“That is true, but if you take it to a necromancer, you can capture the soul and interrogate it.”
“That would have been impossible.”
“Hmm? Oh, I guess so.”
Matapju’s eyes flashed and he nodded his head in understanding.
Because of a certain scene that I also saw on the rooftop.
The Archbishop’s soul did not ascend to heaven.
Instead, it cools and sinks into the ground.
It sinks due to some magic embedded in the earth, and even its magic power is extracted, and it rushes to one place.
Towards the black dome that still stands tall.
Since it is a contract with a deity, it is impossible to interfere.
I just tasted it a few times.
As my soul and magic drained away, my brain also became a mess.
If it weren’t for that, I would have tried analyzing brain memories, but it seems the saintess took great care with it.
The commander grumbled.
“Anyway, you shouldn’t get involved with fanatics in the first place. Don’t you know how much trouble they caused during the independence movement? They were useless except when it came to capturing the Amaterasu cult.”
“But you did a good job of capturing the Amaterasu Sect.”
“That’s true, though.”
Move forward slowly.
A black dome that exerts a majestic presence and oppressively weighs down the air.
It was a peculiar boundary.
Just looking at it feels like it’s weighing on my shoulders.
If you are weak-hearted, you would already be on your knees and bowing.
In some ways it is similar to my old father’s characteristics, but also different.
Because madness does not overwhelm reason.
Even though my old father was an Earth god fused with an outsider, madness was bound to accompany it.
If I had to sum it up in one word, it would be passion itself.
“Geumcheon, you’ve worked hard.”
The Western Army Corps commander approached and tapped me on the shoulder.
“I’m so ashamed. I said I would handle it on my own, but I couldn’t defeat a mere level 7 set.”
“Aren’t they the ones who received direct support from their old father? No matter how different their levels are, it won’t be easy. Still, it’s fortunate that the damage isn’t that great.”
If it weren’t for the Western Army Corps Commander, there would have been thousands of deaths?
There are very few dead people.
There are many seriously injured people, but they are being properly transported back and receiving treatment.
I donated quite a bit of elixir, so everyone must have survived.
If you were to attack a city and sustain this much damage, it would be almost a miracle.
The Western Army Corps commander strode forward.
“Instead, I will break this barrier.”
“please.”
The shield is right in front of you.
The Western Army Corps commander clasped his hands together as if in prayer.
Behind his back, dozens of Chinese and Korean characters rise up like scriptures.
And focus between your hands.
Before I knew it, the fountain pen I had taken out was emitting rainbow colors.
“Sir, Commander Chae, you can easily get through that, right?”
Baek So-rin comes next to me and whispers.
I frowned slightly.
“I don’t know.”
“yes?”
“Is there anything you don’t know, teacher?”
“Wow, awesome.”
“In terms of instantaneous attack power, Commander Chae’s Mansangpilbeop is stronger than the Mukhomujeokgeombeop. Wouldn’t it be able to break through a defensive barrier? And that too on a large scale. After all, wouldn’t the power be dispersed?”
Seo Woo-jin’s words are correct.
But why does it seem like it won’t be possible?
To conclude, my hunch was right.
“under!”
The Western Army Corps commander who threw his fountain pen with great momentum.
Ten thousand letters lined up and crashed into the shield.
Exactly at one point.
The ultimate skill of the Western Army Corps Commander, combining martial arts and illusions.
It is one of the best attack aircraft in Arcane Seoul, but… … .
There was no change at all.
Even in the game, it’s a technology that can destroy asteroids.
“uh?”
“huh?”
A defensive barrier that stands firm.
Oh, looking closely, there were some changes.
A slight ripple on the surface where it was hit.
The problem was that was all.
The Western Army Corps Commander’s face was distorted into a horrible grimace.
“How dare you!”
He keeps throwing fountain pens.
10,000 letters were colorfully scattered, then overlapped, compressed and condensed into a single letter.
That last letter hits hard.
Kkuang! It seemed like this was the kind of sound that had to be heard.
It would have been normal for a huge shockwave to explode and send heads flying around like crazy.
But the result is the same.
All it did was cause a bit of a stir once.
He was nonchalantly swallowing the final attack of the Western Army Corps Commander and then acting like nothing happened.
A sight you can’t believe even if you see it with your own two eyes.
Matopju, who had been sitting on the sofa in a carefree manner, suddenly gets up.
The commander narrows his eyes.
My disciples also couldn’t close their gaping mouths.
The same goes for the superhumans who gather like stars.
Because it was a scene that was completely outside of common sense.
“You’re blocking the commander’s attack with a shield!”
“What the heck is that?”
“Could this be a new defensive magic created by the saint?”
“On the topic of defensive magic, nothing can stop the Mansangpilbeop!”
“Hey, it’s sad to hear that the wizard is listening.”
“I know that the Old Father’s Sect has passed down the highest level of defensive magic called the Ancient God’s Fire. Could that be it?”
“No. The appearance and feel are different. In the first place, it can’t block the Mansangpil method. At the very least, if you focus on one point, it should be able to break through.”
“What the heck… … .”
The Western Army Corps commander attempted several more attacks.
They were all the same.
When it encounters the shield, it is annihilated in vain.
“Whew, whew!”
Next up was the commander of the Eastern Army Corps.
He spat on both palms and swung the Baekho Sword.
“Uratcha!”
A powerful sword.
A single blow that can split an aircraft carrier or a spaceship apart.
But the barrier remained strong.
The area where the sword had struck split open slightly, but soon recovered with a ripple effect, repelling the commander.
“Ugh!”
Just looking at it, you can tell that the elasticity is incredible.
If it wasn’t the commander who swung the sword, I think the sword would have broken and my grip would have been torn.
“Huh?”
The commander made a strange expression.
“I’ve seen this somewhere… … Where was it?”
“Tsk tsk, warriors. Step aside. You can watch from behind.”
“What the hell? You little brat!”
The top tower exploded with lightning.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps… … .
Nearly infinite bombing.
Indeed, the magic tower was the magic tower.
The intense heat, the pure fire, pounded against the shield.
That’s just one point.
There was only one point where the Western Army Corps Commander attacked and the Eastern Army Corps Commander hit directly.
“That… … .”
“Wow, this is ridiculous.”
“Saint, what have you done?”
Songgol Songgol.
Sweat beads on Matapju’s forehead.
His right hand, which was aiming the cane like a rifle, began to shake.
The color slowly drains from my face.
Even with that massive amount of horsepower.
Even with the ability to control magical powers that reached the level of a demi-god.
Despite the continuous purification and polarization of the Sun Tower for thousands of years.
The defense barrier could not be breached.
“fu*k!”
Matapju steps back while swearing.
“You have no choice either?”
The commander chuckled.
Naturally, everyone’s gaze is drawn to me.
“Let me give it a try.”
“Well, would you like to be called Master Geomcheon?”
“Tch! Our deputy commander is enough. Aam!”
“I only trust you, teacher!”
It can’t be done by force.
Even if I swing the Nephilim’s sword over and over again, it will not be able to penetrate the shield.
How about this?
[Reverse]
Direct manifestation through touching.
It worked.
The surface of the shield ripples greatly and evaporates.
That is, a hole is about to be drilled.
“Oh!”
“It works!”
“As expected of Master Geomcheon!”
“The strongest in Korea! The future Cheonma, the future best on Earth!”
It’s not a complete destruction.
It’s just rippling and shaking and getting thinner, but it hasn’t yet developed a hole or collapsed.
What the hell is this? It’s holding up until the very end.
It is definitely not the power of the old father, but did some other deity intervene?
doesn’t care.
If one shot doesn’t work, two shots will do.
I equipped the [World] trait.
At the very moment when I was about to copy the reverse flow and fly it away.
“uh…….”
A strange feeling was conveyed.
My heart, my magical circuits were vibrating.
None other than the characteristics of the world.
Reacting to the shield in front of your eyes.
As if an invisible line were connected.
And so we realize.
This unidentified shield.
The fact that it can be replicated as a world characteristic.
