Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 1481

Episode 1481. Abranath’s Curse

As blood continued to leak out Elio had no choice but to draw blood.

This is the first time I have experienced this phenomenon since becoming retarded.

“This isn’t some kind of curse….”

Elio who was talking to himself was shocked.

I thought that maybe it really was Abranat’s curse.

Otherwise it makes no sense.

The bleeding continued in a body that received not only the strength of self-defense but even the protection of a Titan warrior.

Lord Veris said ‘Eternum is not destroyed and regenerates quickly.’

But if you look at your body now you won’t be able to say that.

Because it was bleeding to the extent that it could be considered an ordinary human body.

Points prevent bleeding but are not good for combat.

This is because if the blood vessel is blocked the flow of bets is also blocked.

To fight other monarchs or divine beings and evil gods Shaitin the flow of bets must be smooth.

This means that the blood vessels need to be loosened.

‘Surely it won’t bleed again then?’

Elio shook his head at the sudden sense of despair.

Eventually as he was about to go down to the bottom of the cloud an ‘Ah!’ came out of his mouth. An exclamation flowed out.

He belatedly realized that he was naked.

The only thing he wore was the treducer he had received from the Burakwi.

He took out new clothes from Mahadam and roughly put them on his body.

He was a little disappointed that he didn’t have any spare armor but he couldn’t help it now.

After changing his clothes Elio slowly went down to the clouds.

When Elio came down safely the reactions of the airship and the demons were mixed.

Cheers erupted from the airship but the demon camp was engulfed in silence.

Elio approached Iskandar the Astaroid chieftain.

“Abranath is dead. “Go back.”

But Iskandar did not answer.

Iskandar who was flapping his wings with his stony face slowly opened his mouth.

“The one who gave us orders is not Abranath but Shaitin.”

It means that it will not go back to this way.

Elio said coldly.

“If you disobey you will die.”

“If you disobey Shaitin’s orders you will die. If you’re going to die anyway shouldn’t you die like a demon?”

Iskandar’s hand holding the flaming sword slowly rose upward.

The quiet demon camp heated up with speculation.

If that flaming sword is pointed at an airship it is obvious that a lion will rush to its death just like before.

Elio’s mouth was dry.

It was clear that if another fight broke out now all the airships would be destroyed.

I wanted to prevent the priests of Synclair and Manaptras from dying.

“Shaitin won’t be able to hold you accountable.”

Iskandar’s hand holding the flaming sword stopped high above his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Shyteen is in the Black Mountain right?”

“exactly.”

“I killed Abranath. And you will soon meet Shaytin. “If I beat Shaytin who’s going to hold you accountable?”

“….”

Iskandar could not hide his embarrassment at the unexpected words.

But it wasn’t wrong.

As he hesitated the voice of the demon lord reached his ears.

“Are you going to turn down the opportunity to live? As a warchief you must give your tribe members a chance to survive. “Isn’t that right?”

Iskandar’s eyes wavered at those words.

He could have died but considering the young tribe members it was right for him to give them a chance.

Iskandar slowly lowered his flaming sword.

Along with that the speculation in the demon camp gradually subsided.

Immediately afterwards Iskandar spoke.

“You are right but you cannot back out. Go first with the airship. “We will follow the airship.”

Elio frowned slightly at the ambiguous attitude.

The intention is to watch and decide whether to fight or not.

He didn’t want to carry the demons behind him but there was no other way.

“Anyway.”

Elio glanced at Iskandar and the demon camp and then returned to the airship.

Elio got off the deck of the airship and walked towards the bow.

Sync Lair who had been watching his mentor rushed over and examined Elio from her head to her toes.

“Master are you okay?”

“uh.”

Elio answered as if it was no big deal but Syncrair’s eyes were serious.

“Where did you get your clothes? “It seemed like it was all burned down earlier.”

“These are the clothes I carried as spare changes in the subspace warehouse.”

“Ah… what about your body? “Master I smell blood.”

A bitter smile appeared on Elio’s lips.

The wounds left by Abranath were deep enough to affect even the sword beginner’s five senses.

“There’s no way you could be okay after fighting a primordial god.”

“Are you seriously hurt?”

“It’s not that bad don’t worry.”

Elio arrived at the bow and roughly sat down.

Maybe it was only then that he relaxed and his fatigue came like a wave.

This is the first time my limbs feel heavy even after a fight.

No looking at it now not only my arms and legs but my entire body felt very heavy.

It looks like he suffered not only external injuries but also internal injuries.

She wanted to do a fortune-telling but she was worried that her blood would burst.

‘They say the warrior’s blessing will help you regenerate so you’ll be fine by now right?’

Elio relaxed her body and slowly turned the nine heavenly flag.

It feels like her blocked blood vessels are opening up and soon her clothes are getting wet?

He opened his eyes just in case and as expected blood was visible on his clothes.

Elio smiled bitterly and took the blood test again.

‘I don’t know what it is but it caught me.’

As the Master’s clothes became stained with blood Synclair quickly led him into the cabin.

“Master please get treatment from a therapist first.”

After a while Synclair brought in a female therapist from the Imperial Army.

In front of the therapist Elio had to take off his shirt again.

The therapist’s face hardened when he saw Count Lagoa’s naked torso.

There were coin-sized scars in about 30 places and the area around them was eroded to a purple color.

When poisoning or infection reaches its peak the skin turns purple.

It would have taken several days for the infection to progress to that extent.

Why did Count Lagoa leave such a wound untreated?

“How long has he been injured Your Excellency?”

“About ten minutes ago?”

“Did you say ten minutes? “Not ten days?”

“Ten days? Don’t be kidding. “It’s a wound I received while fighting the demon god a while ago.”

The therapist reflexively looked at Syncrair.

Sync Lair nodded his head and said.

“This is probably the same injury you sustained about ten minutes ago. “I’ve never been hurt this much before.”

The therapist tilted his head and placed a silver needle on the wound.

The needles did not discolor.

This means that it is not a phenomenon caused by addiction.

“The wound is severely infected. As if it had been left unattended for a dozen days. “First I will disinfect it and apply good medicine to the wound.”

The therapist disinfected about 30 wounds and carefully applied medicine.

Elio who had been watching her silently suddenly turned her head to Sync Lair.

“There are similar wounds down there so get out first.”

“The therapist is a woman so wouldn’t it make you feel safer if I stayed?”

“Use it!”

As Elio frowned Sync Lair left with a reluctant expression on her face.

“Please look down there too.”

As Sync Rare left Elio took off his pants in front of her therapist.

As people get older they become more shameless.

Even though she was shameless Elio became dull to her feelings between men and women as she turned 100 years old.

The therapist a woman in her thirties continued her treatment with an innocent expression on her face.

Her wounds were all over her lower abdomen and thighs.

The therapist who was applying the medicine to her with an indifferent face tilted her head.

“Why but?”

“The wounds on the top of your feet and shins are quite deep… Don’t you have trouble walking?”

If it was that deep I don’t know what it was but it would have touched the bone.

Looking at the level of infection on her skin it was clear that her bones were also not in normal condition.

In her view the Countess was unable to walk.

“It’s a little sore but it’s okay.”

In reality Elio was only feeling pain similar to a bruise in her shin.

“I think you need to carefully check the condition of the top of the foot and shin. “It’s normal for the pain to be severe…”

The therapist trailed off her words.

If her bones were as infected as her skin her leg might have to be amputated.

Then she spoke as if Elio was passing by.

“It’s good that this wound medicine doesn’t sting.”

“yes?”

“no. “Are you done?”

“yes.”

Once her treatment was complete she put Elio’s pants back on.

The therapist who was watching him spoke cautiously.

“Looking at the infected state of your wound you may need to take some medicine.”

“It’s okay. Because my wounds are not something that can be healed with medicine. “Thank you for your hard work.”

After Elio finished speaking she walked out without even looking back at her.

As she walked towards the player Elio’s expression was mixed.

Her wound which had been there only ten minutes ago had become infected as if it had been left untreated for a dozen days.

She said ‘Is it a curse after all?’

A hundred medicines are ineffective against curses.

How much worse if it were the curse of the ancient gods.

When she returned to the player she saw Sync Lair and Anna Sado’s expressions were unusual.

This is because the black mountain is approaching right in front of you.

Elio asked Apostle Anna.

“Is this the black mountain you saw in the Apostle’s revelation?”

“I think it looks right.”

“Thank goodness.”

The wizard who was listening to the conversation between the two stepped back and muttered something into the crystal ball.

His tone of voice and expression seemed to indicate that he was reporting directly to Archduke Knauf the commander-in-chief.

Meanwhile the airship and the black mountain got closer and closer.

The airship gradually lowered its altitude.

As I went down I saw a huge building just short of the top of the mountain.

I could feel the thick dark ether from the ink-black building.

Elio intuitively knew that there was a magic stone there.

Anna Apostle and Synclair also seemed to think the same unable to take their eyes off the building.

The same seemed to apply to the Imperial Army and even though they didn’t say anything the airship went down towards the building.

“Mmm!”

“Keumm!”

Heavy sobs flowed from the mouths of the imperial soldiers and priests on the deck.

Being exposed to the dark ether is painful.

As we descended into the black mountain the moaning grew louder.

The eyes of the knights and musketeers turned bloodshot and the priests fell to the ground.

Sync Lair’s face also turned red but as time passed he returned to his original complexion.

Synclair who was looking around said with a shocked expression on his face.

“I think everyone is having a hard time with the dark ether. “If I hadn’t come with Master I would have failed.”

“The evil spirit Shaitin still remains so don’t guarantee success.”

“Master you can win right?”

“I don’t know.”

Elio wasn’t confident.

After the fight with the primordial god Abranath he had lost confidence.

This is because the wound suffered from Abranat’s last attack persistently tormented him.

His whole body felt as heavy as wet cotton but he couldn’t even cry.

Even though he was traumatized he was unable to cry and his mental and physical fatigue was at its peak.

How to have a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Elio’s body and mind were now in tatters due to Abra Nath’s curse.

Although it was precarious the airship landed in front of the building.

Behind the airship demons and monsters came down silently and stood in formation.

I was so careful that so many demons and monsters were moving but there was no sound.

Rattling.

Finally the door to the airship opened.

About a hundred heavily armed imperial troops came out from two airships.

They are the elite of the elite who survived among the twelve hundred.

Finally the 4th generation Goliath came down the stairs leading his massive body.

There were two black gun barrels where the hands should have been.

Elio and Archduke Knauf reunited in front of a building enveloped in dark ether.