Mutant Incident -4-
A physique that is twice as large as that of an average person.
Abnormally developed, gorilla-like arms.
A solid concrete shield mounted on the left arm.
What he held in his right hand was a rusty iron shovel.
Knock knock knock!
It’s surprisingly fast for its size.
He ran towards me, the ground shaking, and he trampled on the rifle and shotgun I had thrown on the ground.
“profit!”
He flew away just before being hit by the shield.
Movement using the evasion trait.
The shield just barely grazed my ankle.
However, he could not avoid the dark arrows that followed the zombie shield soldier.
It was because it changed course and hit my back as if it was a guided missile.
Boom!
Although it looked like a black tennis ball, it was quite powerful.
If a normal person were hit, it wouldn’t be strange if their bones were broken.
My eyes flashed and a sharp pain shot up my spine.
“Ugh!”
He groaned softly.
I loaded up my defensive trait set right before being hit, and protected my back with a magic shield and defense, but it still hurt.
I gritted my teeth and held back tears as I stared straight ahead.
There was still one left.
Taang!
A gunshot rings out cheerfully.
I instinctively lay flat on my stomach.
My left shoulder started to feel hot as if I hadn’t dodged properly.
“Hahaha! That’s amazing, that’s amazing!”
A voice in the darkness chuckled.
“I’ll be a really good corpse knight! Hahaha!”
A dog like a dog.
He rolled his body to the side while swearing.
Skeleton Gunman.
It’s basically a corpse, but it’s a guy with his head and two arms exposed.
Magic circuits were tattooed on his skull and both arm bones.
What he held in both hands was a cheap pistol.
That was fortunate, because if it had been a large caliber pistol like the Desert Eagle, my shoulder would have already been finished.
Bang bang bang!
A skeleton gunman looks right at me and starts shooting.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Corpse Shield pursues me and slams its solid concrete shield down.
“Is that a maggot? Rolling around?”
The necromancer hides in the darkness and spreads his magic.
Invisible curses and dark arrows flew stealthily and struck me.
“Ugh!”
The curse was resisted by curse resistance, but there was nothing that could be done about the dark arrow.
After getting hit a few times, he started vomiting blood.
Fortunately, the Corpse Shield and Skeleton Gunners are a hastily put-together unit procured locally from the first landfill.
If the necromancer had brought a level 3 mutant to the retinue he had painstakingly created, I would have ended up here.
‘Isn’t there a way?’
I rolled my head even though I was vomiting blood.
One rule of thumb when dealing with wizards, especially superhumans like necromancers.
You must not fight with your subordinates.
You must attack the wizard directly and kill him.
The direction from which the voice had been heard had been constant for a while. I could gradually get a feel for the distance. The dark arrow had been flying from there too.
A point that can be easily reached by repeating leaps and lunges.
But you shouldn’t rush in blindly.
The necromancer would definitely have placed a lot of trap magic around him.
He’s probably just waiting for me to jump in.
Didn’t you see them jumping and charging while fighting the phantoms earlier?
‘The method is······’
there is.
I opened my mouth once and laughed.
Immediately afterwards, he activated his leap and flew into the air.
“Where!”
Shushushung!
As if they had been waiting, a baptism of dark arrows came flying.
I reflexively activated my magic shield.
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Dark arrows struck me roughly.
“Ugh!”
There was no way to avoid it once the body was launched.
Puff puff, the sound was heard not by the ears but by the bones.
The pain was so intense that my mind went blank, but I barely managed to endure it.
Fall with your eyes wide open.
To the skeleton gunman who was only shooting from a distance.
“Kiaak!”
A skeleton gunman who screams strange sounds.
Don’t back down.
He grabs the gun and swings it at me instead.
The magical circuits in the skull and the magical circuits in the arm bones were burning as if they were branded with fluorescent ink.
I also swung my sword in the air.
It’s not something grand like a leap attack.
My goal in the first place wasn’t to take down this skeleton gunman.
Phew!
The pistol is shattered.
Instead, my holy sword was blocked and I fell.
Landed on the ground, but faced the skeleton gunman.
The skeleton gunman deftly drew his new pistol and fired indiscriminately.
Tata tata tang!
I dodged the bullet by lying down, but time passed quickly.
Thump thump thump!
And the corpse shield soldier approached right behind me.
Damn it!
Then my shadow rose and bound me tightly.
There was a trap from here on out.
Among the dark magic, it was a famous CC, or crowd control, spell called Shadow Hand.
“Ugh, die!”
A wizard who flies a dark spear as if he is well-suited.
A skeleton gunman finishes loading and points his pistol at me.
A corpse shield soldier raises his concrete shield high behind me.
Anyone can see that it is a life-or-death crisis.
But I was smiling coldly.
Click.
A grenade that was rarely used while fighting the phantoms.
Because I already had one of them in my hands.
Also, because the safety pin was removed.
“You die, you idiot.”
Bam.
The grenade falls.
Shhhhh!
A gray flash, accompanied by a strange noise, and a cloud of magical waves spread out like bubbles.
There was silence for a moment.
The skeleton gunman who was thrusting his pistol and the corpse shieldman who was about to strike down the shield are frozen stiff and do not move.
The magical circuits engraved on the skin or bones of those two were blinking uneasily.
I also vomited blood.
The reason why the flow of magical power that had been continuing without fail was forcibly cut off.
“You, you!”
A necromancer screaming in panic.
The timing was good.
Even the dark spear that was flying towards me was swept away by this magical wave and disappeared.
This is a sealing bullet.
The natural enemy of all wizards and artificial magical creatures.
If I had applied seal-prevention treatment, I would have fallen for my own trick, but there’s no way I would have applied seal-prevention treatment to a hastily assembled group.
Click.
I pulled the safety pin from the grenade again.
This time, front.
The necromancer shouts in rage as he throws a long throw.
“Do you think you’ll get fooled by that toy?”
A gloomy magical wave spreads as if some action is being taken.
But you were wrong.
This time it wasn’t a sealing bomb.
Phew!
A flash of light that bursts brilliantly.
The world shakes and a tingling sound tickles my brain.
Still, it exploded a few dozen meters in front of me, so I could endure it.
It’s a flash grenade.
A delightful scream erupted.
“Ugh! This kid!”
Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to have been subdued.
It’s a given.
In the suddenly brightened world, the necromancer, confirmed by the overwhelming amount of light, was also wearing a helmet, goggles, and a gas mask.
But other than that, I don’t see any special equipment.
The only thing that’s unusual is the thick wrist guard on his right wrist.
Maybe that will act as a magic wand.
Click. Click. Click.
This is the last time.
I threw every grenade I could get my hands on.
Almost a human bomber.
Or a human grenade launcher.
I threw fragmentation grenades, flashbang grenades, and sealing grenades without distinction.
Boom! Boom! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The necromancer waves his hands hastily.
The magical traps placed around the area burst and are converted into magical power.
Defensive magic was applied in real time.
A rising wall of trash, a growing wall of bone, a bloody swirling shield, layer upon layer of darkness.
Giggle, giggle.
The sealing bullet’s power is slowly running out.
The light was returning to the eyes of the Corpse Shield Soldiers and the Skeleton Gunmen.
The opportunity is only at this moment.
Run.
He runs out holding a holy sword.
I ran without jumping, lunging, or sprinting, using only my legs and my body.
The necromancer looked at me and his face distorted.
“You, you little punk!”
The explosion and the flash stopped.
It looks like the seal wavelength was reversed, but it was somehow prevented.
The necromancer ground his teeth and raised his right hand.
The wrist guard glowed red and gushed out magical power.
Shushu shushung!
A dark arrow that is fired with determination.
It’s like a barrage of shots being fired so many times.
Enough to block the way to the necromancer.
To avoid it, you have to go far back.
By that time, the necromancer will have more than enough time to prepare his next spell.
Ugh.
I bit my lower lip hard.
As the blood bursts, a bloody taste irritates the entire mouth.
Even in the midst of chaos, even in situations where you feel like you might lose your mind, you still hit the ground harder.
There is no way back down.
There is no avoiding it.
There is only one way.
All you have to do is hold on with your body and push through!
“Eww!”
I didn’t even use a magic shield.
I felt it was a waste to even use one trait slot for defense.
I just pushed past with my body.
My body shook as if dancing with a thud, but I ignored it.
I swallow the pain that shoots up to my scalp and the agony into my stomach.
We move forward using pain and suffering as fuel.
Burning with hatred and anger, he struggles to devour only the necromancer!
“Euuum!”
The necromancer let out a strange groan.
The posture becomes serious.
From an attitude that was half-joking, he finally recognized me as a true opponent.
Straighten your back.
Cross both arms.
From the wrist guard on his right arm and the ring on his left index finger, a gloomy light arises, intertwining and twisting with one another.
Then the dark magic rushes in like a storm!
A wall of darkness blocks my path.
Dark tentacles grab me and stretch me.
Dark arrows pour out like machine guns.
Dark lightning zigzags through space.
The dark whip is swung roughly.
“Kwaaah!”
This time, I couldn’t bear it.
A scream burst out on its own.
Shot by arrows, struck by lightning, and lashed with whips, leaving long scars.
This alone was enough to drive me crazy, but being caught by tentacles and walls was truly killing me.
Eventually it gets stopped.
The necromancer laughed sinisterly.
“Haha, did you really have to be so brave to realize this is what would happen?”
A shaman who places his hands together as if in prayer.
A dark light formed.
A dark vortex gathered momentum and a crimson flame was born within it.
It was only after seeing that I realized the necromancer’s true identity.
[R Caron]
One of the three directors of the Cleaners’ Association.
What we are preparing now is Charon’s final stage, the Dark Flame.
A technique that immediately burns the front with pure and extreme dark magic power upon casting.
A moment of intense temptation came.
[Frenzy] glasses sleeping in my pocket.
Also, the [mutant] trait hidden in my subconscious.
I think it’s time to use these two.
‘Not yet.’
We need to judge calmly.
The appearance of Caron means that the Cleaning Association quest has been activated.
When you think about the being you will meet at the end, you should save your madness and mutation.
And by the way······
It hasn’t reached the worst of times yet.
It’s a dangerous and precarious situation, but there’s definitely a way out!
“Eww!”
He raised his arm and used the dragon.
Mobilize all your magical and muscular powers.
Without thinking about the aftermath, he uses his magical power to the limit. He deliberately applies strength to his left hand to maximize his strength trait. He also mobilizes all the traits that will be helpful to him as a warrior, such as toughness and endurance.
Woozijik!
The dark tentacles were severed.
As the holy sword dug into the dark wall and the black flames burned, the magical power at the root of the dark wall completely melted away.
Charon, who was gathering his magic power, clicked his tongue.
“Huh, you’re getting away with it like that?”
He pauses for a moment to gather his magic power and waves his hands.
Another set of 5 dark magic spells.
“Eww!”
It got off easier.
It was thanks to the [Dark Resistance] trait.
Something I unknowingly acquired while being struck and bound by dark magic.
“Ugh, ugh!”
We barely managed to narrow the gap to half.
Unfortunately, it’s too late.
Caron burst into triumphant laughter.
“It’s over! Paladin, why don’t you kneel down and pray to your god? Who knows? Your god might come down and save you!”
Charon raises both hands.
The flames are burning brightly.
A magic that spreads heat in all directions like the sun, but condenses into the center to appear as a sphere of darkness.
Among the 3rd level dark magic spells, it is the best in terms of destructive power, but it is not often seen due to its long casting time and the enormous amount of magic power consumed.
Charon holds out both hands.
The flames are opened. Darkness is creeping in.
A pitch-black flame, like a wave of darkness or a black wall of flame, pours down toward me.
It was the moment I had been waiting for.
I took up the holy sword.
My head is colder than ever.
All the pain and suffering will be forgotten.
All I can see is flames and all I can feel is heat, but strangely enough, I feel calm.
As if I lived just for today.
Changed the trait.
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[Einherjar Training Method][Magic Heart]
[Charge][Strength]
I know.
When the enemy boss’s final attack flies in from the front.
If a warrior-type superhuman had exactly the right sword, magic, and physical characteristics.
So if the three kinds of characteristics form a trinity.
What on earth is going on?
What kind of results will be achieved?
I know very well.
I know it so well.
Rushed forward.
The holy sword burst into a sharp swordsmanship, and the glove sucked blood and laughed contentedly.
The necklace has been dangling and shining for a while now.
The dark flame strikes me.
Burn it. Burn it. They’re going to burn it down to every last bit of bone dust.
It was meaningless.
I didn’t notice my sweatpants burning, my protective suit catching fire, or my skin sticking to my skin and my pain nerves screaming.
I just go forward, surrendering my body and mind to the utmost boiling excitement, the ecstasy as hot as lava.
At the end of my gaze, there was a sword.
It had magic power.
There was a light created by the sword and magic.
Flash!
When was it?
The light burst out.
The magical light that was intangible yet could cut through tangible objects pierced the world.
Black ink.
As for the characteristic, it is [Flash].
A powerful force that could be called a finishing move pierced through Caron.
