Episode 389 Disaster (15)
When the high elves arrived, everything was over.
The gate didn’t close, but the monster blowing smoke was nowhere to be seen.
It couldn’t be anything other than losing steam compared to coming fully prepared.
Serien approached Ray, who was standing still in front of the gate.
“The monsters here… Could it be you?”
The question was cautious.
The high elves had been away for two days, leaving the temple to one human.
Strictly speaking, death or not, the danger was left unattended.
It’s not a position to shout out loud at all.
Ray did not give any answer to Serien’s question.
I was just immersed in the senses that separated their lives from shelter.
There were no regrets.
If you run into them one more time, you will do the same.
However, this does not mean that the act does not have any weight or determination.
I worry a lot and look at their various appearances.
After that, I will raise my sword.
Because it is more difficult to swing a sword at an innocent person once than to kill ten thousand wicked people.
Serien looked at Ray like that and kept his mouth shut.
Heprion clapped and liked it.
“great! The high elves couldn’t solve the problem even when they gathered together, he solved it alone in two days! It’s romantic! It’s like a hero from human history books!”
Only Elisha noticed the change in him.
“I don’t know what happened in the last two days… but you’ve changed a lot.”
He cut down tens of thousands of monsters.
Even without a break, the work that took two full days was enough to bring about a change in Ray’s image.
Heprion said with a smile on his face.
“Catching the monster is good! But the gates are still not closed! Is it okay if I take it as meaning that something happened to the altar?”
The complexions of the high elves turned black.
The gate was still opening its black mouth.
No one knows what else will pour out of the huge entrance that could swallow the temple.
Hans took the lead and entered the temple.
The high elves followed him to the altar.
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Woong-woong-!
The altar violently vomited mana.
The amount of mana pouring out was considerable.
Ira was struggling to control it.
Her clothes were already soaked with sweat.
Hans looked at the altar with a serious face.
“This… something is wrong. The amount of mana is at an abnormal level.”
“You can’t close the gate like this! A middle ground that continues its history while connected to another dimension… That’s also romantic…
”
Hans gritted his teeth and glared at Heprion.
He was stunned and shut his mouth.
Serien looked at Ray and asked.
“Maybe there was a problem with touching the sixth mana line?”
“I don’t know either.”
After answering briefly, Ray hurriedly drew closer to the altar.
Then he felt the mana pouring down like a waterfall.
It was serious.
If she made a mistake, both Aira and the altar would blow up, causing firecrackers to play inside the temple.
Like Ray, Sert looked at the altar for a while and said.
“I guess this… the third point and the sixth mana line collided… I don’t know what kind of harmony it was… To fix it… maybe… we need a proper and perfect blueprint. I have to… I need to know at least the location of the eighth point…”
All the high elves’ eyes were focused on Sert.
Then she shuddered with shame and stopped talking.
“Is it time to be shy? Hurry up and tell me!”
As Serien urged with a frown on his face, Sert, startled, continued.
“So… Looking at the parchment, the second point and the fourth point had a close relationship even though there was no contact point… The third point coexisted with the fifth mana line… If we continue like this, the sixth point ….”
Hans spoke instead.
“Are you saying that the eighth point has a solution?”
“By the way…?”
“I have a point, but I am not sure.”
“Woe… It’s too late to move with confidence… Even now, the altar is gushing out mana… If this mana runs out… the altar will stop functioning…”
Sert Hans kept his mouth shut.
Stop functioning of the altar.
It means that the last protective system of Middle-earth has ceased.
Many dimensions will come to invade Middle-earth, and Middle-earth will turn into a battlefield of blood and become a land where life cannot live.
“…surely. It’s not a situation where you can only move with confidence. But how are you going to find the eighth point? Since mana is leaking, it is impossible to drop Aira from the altar. That’s not good for both the altar and Aira.”
Serien looked at Ray.
“What are you worried about, our super invincible human being?”
“Serien, do you mean that you will rely on humans again?”
“oh. We relied on humans not only for the sixth mana line, but also when monsters invaded the temple. What difference does it make if you come now and say no? Hurry up and serve the human, Hans.”
Serien, like Hafman, was already following Ray’s faith.
Hans sighed.
“This is the first time a high elf has become so pathetic.”
Heprion encouraged him.
“It’s okay, Mr. Hans! Please accept the current situation as a romance, not the downfall of the High Elves! To do that, you’ll have to start by bowing your head to Mr. Ray! Come on, head on, Mr. Hans!”
“okay! The Romantic Evangelist is right! Fuck you! Hans, you bastard!”
Heprion and Serien took sides and rushed at Hans.
Hans shouted, shaking off the arms held by the two.
“stop! I will bow my head on my own!”
In the end, Hans nervously surrendered.
Approaching Ray, he politely faced him and bowed his head.
It didn’t look like it was full of authority like usual.
“…I still don’t feel like entrusting the altar to you. Originally, this was a duty and pride that high elves had taken care of. However, now that we have come, we realize that it is impossible for us alone. Please do not refuse our request, human.”
“I want you to call me human!”
“noisy!”
Seeing the two of them arguing, Ray nodded.
“I have nothing to ask for. I think they are the people who have already worked hard together for the altar. I’m sorry if you try to take it out.”
A smile spread across Hans’ lips at Ray’s words.
“Looking at it again, there was a corner that I liked quite a bit.”
Hans is an elf who doesn’t mind getting close to big people.
To put it simply, there were many similarities to the dwarves’ personalities.
He is weak to praise and hates small people.
Rayda learned how to befriend the dwarves by getting slapped thousands of times by Derp.
Buying Hans’ heart was nothing compared to the prickly Dwarves.
Sert said in a small voice that crawled.
“Everyone… I’m sorry for the good mood… but we don’t have that much time…? If we don’t hurry, Aira’s mana might run out…”
Aira couldn’t take a break for almost a month and continued to be in charge of the altar.
No matter how strong she is, her mental burden must have already reached its limit.
Ray, who had regained consciousness thanks to Sert, hurriedly headed to the table.
After staring at the parchment for a while and lost in thought, Ray grabbed the pen and sat down.
Then very slowly.
I drew lines one by one at such a speed that everyone watching from the side felt frustrated.
Blurred lines were drawn.
one. two.
The lines that were connected like that became a path and flow.
Some of the high elves who watched him for a moment were astounded.
“This human… He is replaying the flow of mana in his head!”
“…You have amazing memorization skills.”
It is not easy to remember the flow of mana that poured like a waterfall from the altar.
It is difficult to catch a single flow, but it gathers and gathers.
It was impossible to do it unless you had a good understanding of the altar, as it was scattered and merged.
Knowing this, Sert was surprised as never before and swallowed up the wind.
“Ah, it’s not a matter of memorizing… you have to figure out the flow of the altar… you have to understand it to some extent to be able to draw the flow accurately…! If this is the right flow… If you can understand and apply the magic circle… This human can make a new altar…!”
“To make another altar for myself!”
“Is that really possible!”
The excited high elves raised their voices to each other.
new altar.
It was a safe system that transcends the present.
Even if one altar is destroyed, the remaining altar replaces the protection of the dimension.
There was no need to even look at the altar in a short period of fifty years like now.
Serien, who had the Rey faith in her heart, was more excited than the other high elves.
“I should at least have a toast to Human-sama!”
Talking and rummaging through dry leaves to get into the elf car.
Heprion cried out for romance.
“Two altars! Two chances down in Middle-earth! Ah, so romantic! But it could cause chaos! The high elves might split into two factions if you’re not careful! If that is also romantic, then it must be romantic!”
The atmosphere that had been heated by his words cooled.
Certainly, if there are two altars, there may be trouble.
Not just the high elves, but the other races as well.
I didn’t know that there might be people aiming for the altar, and that Middle-earth would be threatened again by someone maliciously determined.
Hans cautioned them.
“It is still too early for us to say that there are two altars. Do not disturb me and be quiet. Rather, we need to decide who will guard the gate. It hasn’t closed yet, so who knows what other monsters will appear.”
