Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (17)
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Burning torches and walls of sandstone surrounding all directions. Below, fabric of five colors flutters like the fabric hanging from the Shindansu tree. Kauladi’s throne, with the sand continuously pouring down like a waterfall, looked like a ceremonial altar.
Even though the wet sand near the oasis had a higher cohesiveness than the sand sea in the desert, it was questionable whether such a structure could be built underground in the desert.
This space doesn’t even have pillars, let alone the common arch structure, so it feels rude to call it a building.
At a glance, the professor pulled his loose senses taut in this place where extraordinary power was imbued.
This is a situation where you may have to make a secret attack if the situation arises.
The professor bowed his head to the lukewarm sandstone floor and looked around.
The central road to Kauladi. On either side of it, there was a small channel through which the sand flowing from the sand waterfall flowed, and on the left side of it were people who appeared to be shamans. On the right, people who appeared to be warriors were lined up.
No cover. Many enemies. Enemy territory with unpredictable obstacles called ‘unknown forces’. There is only one entrance to the basement with no windows.
‘…It’s not a very good environment.’
As I focused my senses, several more things that were narrowly hidden between the breathing sounds of the shamans and the strange pulses of the warriors were revealed.
Between wall and wall. Or under your feet. Those who guard their king in secret. And…
‘I found it.’
Behind the throne of Kauladi. Four human figures can be felt beyond the pouring sand waterfall. Two were the well-controlled breathing of warriors, and two were irregular and small like civilians, appearing to be the siblings of the ‘Heart of the Desert’ that the Rakshasha had spoken of and the warriors watching them.
The hostage’s location is also the worst. The location of Kauladi, which can be considered the second target, is also the worst. From the enemies to the environment, there was nothing that wasn’t the worst, but there was one thing that was trustworthy.
They think they have succeeded in completely brainwashing me.
‘As this is a place where the threat of assassination is close to zero, it is highly likely that Kauladi’s own vigilance has been relaxed. The shaman even has to take me right in front of Kauladi and hand over control of the shaman that was cast on me. It is also possible to approach the attack range.’
“Servants, take three steps forward.”
At the bald warrior’s command, the professor and Yagin, the shaman who brought him, took three steps forward and bowed their heads again. Soft, satin-like sand was sprinkled from their toes, down their spines, and up to their heads.
The professor calmly caught his breath.
“Servants, take five steps forward.”
Next command and prostration. Water mixed with perfume poured over their bodies and flowed into the sand channels on both sides of the road.
While the professor was lying down and then standing up, he noticed a long sword handle coming close enough to graze his right arm.
“Prepare your servants to welcome the great desert sun!”
Before I knew it, the two had gotten closer. While the shaman was panting with emotion, the professor’s breathing was short and irregular.
Sniff. Sniff –
Seup. Hueup.
‘I don’t know either.’
The sense of smell that caught my attention the most from the moment I entered this place.
Although it is faint, the possibility of collaborating with Mute has now been discovered. As soon as traces of Mute were discovered in Kauladi’s halls, I was planning to assume that this was a Mutation Blood occupation zone and act accordingly.
….I didn’t know. His senses, including his sense of smell and all the other senses in his body, are like mute detectors, and he is wandering.
There was certainly no unpleasantly sweet scent that stinged the nose. but. His sense of mute, which went beyond a specific sense and was closer to the realm of instinct, was repeating an inexplicable sound.
I don’t know if it’s the influence of the witchcraft surrounding this area or something else.
The ambiguity made the professor even more nervous. Because I couldn’t tell if it was really a trace of a spell that collaborated with Mute or rather a trace of a spell that prevented Mute’s infiltration.
While hesitating, the two finally fell down on the steps beneath the throne where Kauladi was.
“The great ruler of the desert! The true successor of the old desert and the new sun! “See you Kauladi!!!”
The shaman was crying and hitting the floor with his head as if he was truly moved.
The king, who was lying on his long throne, accepted the blood-bleeding example as if it were natural.
“Saladin. “Saladin… the one who tamed you gave you a good name.”
“Yes old! He is a water wizard from the hinterlands, and his ability to manipulate water is outstanding. In recognition of his ability to tame elf trolls and other creatures through magic, I presented to your Majesty the exceptional slave tamed by an outsider! Although it was started by a magician, this Yagin put a lot of effort into finishing it, so there is not even a single grain of sand that could disturb His Majesty’s heart – ugh!
A shaman who faithfully answered the king’s words. Suddenly he started coughing and rolling around, spitting sand out of his nose and mouth.
“Yagin. This is the third time today that I have said that your words are long. I also have to consider my position as I always have to hear the same thing from those who stand in front of me. Isn’t that right?”
“Eup eup!”
“You’re still talking. “I said it was annoying to my ears.”
“Cluck cluck! Big…”
….Sarak. Sararak. Sarak….
The shaman, overcome with fear, was strangling me and the only sound of sand flowing from the shaman’s mouth as he endured the pain of suffocation was as I walked up and down the stairs to the throne.
“okay. Good job.”
“Wow! Heh! Ugh! omg!”
“Engrave today’s teachings deeply in your heart.”
“Huh, thank you! thank you!”
As Kauladi waved his hand, the shaman repeatedly bowed his head and took a step back. A few chunks of spit-soaked sand were still falling where he passed.
After Yakin retreated and slaves appeared from nowhere and quickly swept away the traces he left behind.
Kauladi, who was still lying on the throne with one eye drowsy, stood up with his half-opened eyes shining as if he was ready.
“Okay, okay. You are the new warrior who joined us this time. “You split the black scorpion in one blow, right?”
“Yes….”
“Ha ha ha ha ha. That’s incredible power. A black scorpion travels through the desert, collecting the wreckage of ships it has sunk with its own hands and making a nest. Okay… there are a lot of things I want to ask, and I’d like to hear your story about being from inland. “There is someone you need to meet first.”
The professor was examining the people around him one by one, relying on his sense of constant alarm. Kauladi. Just looking at the incantation inscriptions delicately embroidered on his entire body and the swaying air above him, he was not an ordinary person, but he was not Lee Ja.
Shamans. These are people who don’t move even though their superior just suffered suffering for no reason. Neither were these.
Warriors? Even their breathing is regular, as if they are keeping pace. The scars carved all over their bodies and their trained bodies showed at a glance that they were formidable enemies, but these were not them.
‘….was it rain?’
No matter how much he looked around, he couldn’t find anyone suspicious, so he was about to focus on Kauladi. Lightly, as if grazing the fluff. But there was something that caught his eye as clearly as light coming through a gap in a needle.
One of the three shamans behind Kauladi. Like desert people, he covered his entire body with white clothes.
I couldn’t feel any force, scent, or sign, but the look in my eyes was familiar.
The gaze of a strange being remained in his memory. Passionate and at the same time turned away. A friendly yet hateful look.
Now the level of hatred in his eyes has increased even further.
Kauladi, who smiled as he saw Saladin facing the shaman, stood up and brought the shaman forward.
“You were right this time too.”
“….”
“Now it’s hard to deny what you said about reading the future and the world. Isn’t it? huh? In the end, we ended up giving each other what we needed. For me… the power to rule over the vast desert and the means to recreate the glory of the past beyond it. “I decided to give it to you…”
“I decided to give it to you.”
“okay. “After all, as you said, he came here.”
His body reacted before his thoughts and helped the professor to his feet. Those eyes. At first I was confident, then I was scared. On the third encounter, I was amazed, but now….
His eyes are calm, as if he has achieved enlightenment.
“My friend Falcatus.”
‘this…..!’
Tuhwaak!
The body, which moved earlier than expected, kicked off the ground and in an instant, the ax that cut through Mute’s presence flew towards the doll of the shaman called Falcatus.
“….okay. Kauladi. The promise was kept. It really brought him here.”
“Didn’t I tell you? “The desert is beneath my feet.”
Neither Falcatus nor Kauladi seemed to have any intention of stopping it.
A fatal blow that cut through the turban, drawing a vertical line without a single error, and splitting the throne steps and the sandstone flagstones on the floor in its wake.
Push!
‘….sand?’
However, the only thing inside the shaman’s clothes that were neatly cut in half was sand. The eyes that had been glaring at him were now residing within the clothes of another shaman and were directed to Kauladi.
Falcatus’ presence was still vague. Even if it were a parasitic type, there was no way it wouldn’t be affected by his senses as long as it had blood. Falcatus’s consciousness definitely existed here, but it wasn’t using Mute’s body.
The principle may not be known, but the results are clear.
‘It’s a failure.’
At the same time as I was thinking about recovering from the shock and hitting the chase, I saw Kauladi’s bare feet hitting the floor. The sound of tightly packed sand scattering. A sinkhole created in an instant. And the sound of the mute is most similar to the desert creatures running through it.
Kuhwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
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Wow!!!
Wow!
The second ax blade, which was immediately recovered, was caught in someone’s hand before it reached the target.
A tunnel bug breaking through the floor. Two humanoid mutes couldn’t wait for the time to open its face and jumped out like an explosion.
One is a muscular humanoid Mute that walks upright, wielding different weapons on each of its six arms.
The other is Mute, who looks like a lizard man and has sharp scales, and the remaining characteristics appear differently depending on the world.
Cough-cluck-
“Named Thermakian Nigmi!!”
“Oh my goodness. Do you think you know us? Nice to meet you and sorry? “For such a rough greeting…”
“The third guy’s true identity must have been discovered through means we don’t know. “He’s the ‘father’ who sang about how our cute third child died and couldn’t survive… That’s right!”
Twaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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The professor’s wide-open eyes, who were thrown out with the ax by the joint attack of the two Nameds who jumped out in an instant, darted left and right in an instant.
‘Sinkhole. Made by Kauladi, who seems to manipulate sand.’
‘Carcass of a tunnel bug. It waited outside my detection range and then appeared in an instant. It’s normally fast in sandy terrain, but because there are burrows, it approaches even faster than that.’
‘Two named names whose whereabouts were unclear. ‘I was waiting.’
‘More than anything, Kauladi called Falcatus a [friend].’
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Kuung-!
The thought ended with the professor stuck against the wall, but this was enough to understand the situation.
Mute and Kauladi formation joined hands. Something was exchanged, and the person on the mute side decided to receive… me.
Patter –
The professor got up from between the shattered sandstone and sand and measured the distance between Wanghyeol and him.
Two named in an all-out war. Termakian specializes in close combat, and although Nigmi has not experienced it directly, it is known that he is a name specializing in various special battles. These two alone are too much.
Falcatus is observing this situation, and there is Kauladi who is friendly to him and is controlling the battle environment itself.
On the other hand,
the weapon I have is my own ability. An axe. And….
….snap.
[Otman. Has it been confirmed?]
[Hmm? The fact that you used magic means that things have already gone wrong. Yes, confirmed. Thanks to the ample moisture in the oasis, the stems were able to grow here and there. It is approaching this place faster than expected.]
[I understand. Please tell Rakshasha and Moon Shadow to quickly prepare for escape. The Dry Oasis must have been prepared in advance.]
[I understand. Let’s come out and see.]
Quick.
….Familiar and unfamiliar support.
As the professor raised his white aura in front of the two Nameds who were leisurely approaching, Falcatus, who had been observing him with cold eyes, turned around.
“I have confirmed that it has arrived, so it is done. “I will make sure I get to the promised land first.”
“Are you leaving already? You are taking too lightly the gift from the ruler of the desert. I was planning on subduing that ‘professor’ and then wrapping it well and giving it to you as a gift. “I have received something, so shouldn’t I do something like that?”
“…catch him?”
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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The shaman with Falcatus scoffed at Kauladi’s words and placed his foot on the mouth of the tunnel worm that had just arrived.
“If you can, do it. “I’m waiting with joy.”
Falcatus took a moment to see the professor struggling between the charging slave warriors and sorcerers, and then disappeared from Kauladi’s residence with the tunnel worm.
“…It won’t be long.”
Falcatus suppressed the emotions swirling in his heart and constantly reviewed and revised his plan.
Mutation Blood. mother. Brothers. This world and what he discovered.
And father. you.
A matter of life or death for the species. The key has arrived.
Since the opponent is the opponent, there should not be a single weak point shown.
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