Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Wind Mage (18)
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……Cow.
Blood flows. blood. My raw blood is a waste.
….Kow.
All of my strength has been used up and blood is leaking from my crumpled body, like a doll crushed by a piece of rock the size of my torso.
Kuuuung….
“…..Suya….”
“….Ki!”
“The air… the passage…”
“It’s alive…”
Voice. A wind mixed with magical power. It’s a rescue team. Rescue team. What was it like outside? They said Edeorna ran away. It definitely had a taste. Is Bajyur dead? I heard they dropped the stock.
“Oooooh…. Yeo…. Uh…. Ugh…. S…Aram… Ugh….”
P. Someone give me some blood. You caught a lot of mutes. Please bleed.
Cooung.
“The warmth… around here….”
“Is there anyone with leftover magic power… somehow…”
“…. Move! If it collapses… it can’t be restored at that time…”
Ah, you die. I’m really dying. It’s collapsing, it’s falling apart, and it’s already been completely buried, so please take it out. No, there is no need to take it out, so please give me some blood. I’ll leave on my own.
“…..Blood….”
Kuuuung!
“It’s around here! “I can feel your breath!”
“Even if it’s just the wind of healing, let it go between these teeth…”
“…ㅍ….ㅣ….”
No, not anything like that, just some blood…. even just a few drops….
Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa theiray its us
? Poetry corpse!”
“we are here! “Stretcher…”
Blood 血 Piiiiii……
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Jump up!
“Piii! “Begging me for blood before I fall, you bastards!”
“Ugh! Help me!”
Wow!
As soon as I came to my senses, what caught my eye was a small shadow running away.
What came next was an overturned water bag and a magic wand with two holes rolling on the floor.
Additionally, there were several small bonfires and wizards lying down with pale complexions.
It looks like a war chest pulled back from a battlefield. They are put together and nursed before being moved to the ward.
Seeing that there were a few empty beds, it looked like they were being moved for a while. Since there are no good wizards left, we will have to fly back and forth a few more times. They’re probably moving those in critical condition first. The fact that I remain here means that I at least seem to be better off than the patients who were moved earlier.
‘I see how you lived.’
First, I leaned on the campfire and examined the wound.
leg. Fits well all the way to the toes. clear.
body. There was a scar in the shape of a damn thorn tree. The scar looks a bit lighter, but I think I’ll just have to wait a little longer.
eight. My left arm is fine. The right arm… oh my. I don’t have any hands yet.
Why are there no hands? It’s not because it was cut off, but because it exploded near the collarbone in the final blow.
When I thought about the last moment, I became very upset and angry.
『I took you to a safe place.』
‘Aww Falcatus, you parasite.’
Really, if I had just picked up Edeorna here, I would have taken a leisurely stroll to the elven forest.
It was probably waiting underground and struck at the moment my final blow fell! And he pulled Edeorna down. There was no feeling of a missed hit, and there was definitely a sensation of rocks and other hard objects being crushed by the fingertips, so it may not have been a complete hit. Because the entire valley below was crushed. Hmm… I guess he suffered some serious injuries that needed to be resolved?
‘Originally, it should have been crushed to the point where it was unrecognizable, not seriously injured.’
First of all, he definitely knew what we were waiting for. So, rather than a large number of troops that could be easily detected, they moved as a small number of elites, and did not even come near us until the moment the nest was destroyed, and when it was all over and clearing up, they spat out two names on the battlefield.
In reality, after training, as I was cleaning up the barracks, I asked, ‘Sergeant Kim, what are you having for dinner tonight?’ It was a surprise attack at that moment of relaxation. He knew that we were on guard and dug into the moments when our guard was most relaxed.
Even though it wasn’t anyone else that appeared there, it was Edeorna, the most obsessed woman in the world. Is there any room for calm? Right now, I’m like, ‘It’s all going to go away!’ While doing this, I did a full accelerator.
Because the battlefield was so confusing, I couldn’t even see what was going on around me. As for Bazyur, what did Astrad do? There is someone who can confirm what our group was doing…
‘Oh, there he is.’
The professor, who was sorting out the things he had to do one by one in his head, noticed a group of people huddled around a bonfire.
There’s something very…. The sight of the blade standing upright. I closed my eyes just in case, but there was no mute nearby.
It was clear that there were no enemies, but at a glance, I could see that Otman had collected enough water to make the ground wet, Borka was sniffing in all directions, and Notum was blocking something with its big back teeth.
At the center of it all, I feel something strangely familiar yet unfamiliar, like an aura…
“What… are you doing?”
“Oh, you professor! Are you awake now? Welcome! “Hurry over here!”
also. I don’t know what it is, but it’s very suspicious.
Ottman welcomes Otman with both arms raised as if he had already been waiting. The closer you get, the stronger the strange energy becomes, and Notum is dazed as if possessed by something.
The highlight of all was Aldrich, who had bloodshot eyes and turned his head several times a second.
‘It looks like I picked up some kind of gold nugget.’
I became anxious at seeing this side of me that I didn’t usually show, so I hurried to Aldrich’s side. Aldrich, who spread his robe and crouched down in a posture that made him look like he was hugging something tightly, was scared and retreated to the other side before he could see me approaching next to him.
“Who are you!” Get away! “It’s unfair!”
“It’s me Aldrich. “It’s me.”
“Ah… are you…?”
“yes. How can you be unfair to someone who has lived and died? “Why are you doing this to make people feel bad?”
“Uhm…. I’m not particularly sorry. Because I went with Borka and saw your limbs growing faster than weeds on a summer day. Anyway, welcome back. “I was already anxious about protecting him alone, but I don’t know the details, but he is a saint, so it would be more natural than me taking charge of it.”
I swear it was the first time Aldrich welcomed me so warmly. Besides, since he’s a saint, it’s natural, right?
“Oh my gosh, what on earth do you have that makes you talk gibberish like that? yes? Did you cut off Edeorna’s head? If that’s the case, you can forgive me for not being next to you when I woke up…”
Hwaaaaaah!!!
My complaints melted away like snow in the dazzling light that leaked from Aldrich’s arms. Just by gently lifting the collar that was tightly closed by the fire, a warm band of light illuminates the surroundings like broad daylight.
“That’s it. Pretty. pretty. The beauty I saw for the first time in my life. Sooooo….”
“What on earth is that?”
Aldrich, who quickly adjusted his collar in the arms of the entranced Notum, looked around with anxious eyes and whispered in the professor’s ear.
“…It’s you.”
“….yes?”
“Saint. “It is the female soul of Saint Seo!”
“….this?”
Nod!
“If it’s a saint… it is said that there is only one person in that order… the one?”
Nod nod!
“It’s not even a saint, it’s just the saint’s soul… in there now?”
Nod nod nod!!!
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“???????????????????????????”
Deeeeeeng-
yaaa. It’s amazing. There is no system, but you just hear the church bell ringing.
soul? If it is the soul of a saint…. It is the soul of a saint of mercy who has been kidnapped for several months and is in fact known to be dead?
Aldrich, a soul of warm light, faced the professor with eyes full of pride and worry, like a mother bird incubating an egg.
“I did it.”
“Aldrich…”
“You told me to run, but I saw it happen. Aren’t I a soul mage…”
“Aldrich…!”
“I had to do it. With these two hands, the slender arms that embrace other souls, the merciful light that did not fade even in the midst of pain and oppression-” “
Aldrichiiiiii!!!!!!”
Wow!
Unable to control my joy, I rushed at Aldrich, and the hem of my tight robe fluttered, and the light that leaked out colored the valley at night with autumn colors.
“I did it. I… rescued the sealed saint…”
“Damn, I love you Aldrich! Long live the soul mage! From now on, I will never make fun of you again.”
“I did it. I… brought the daughter of mercy back to the world…”
The professor, whose face was now equally dumbfounded among the dumbfounded companions, could not even close his mouth.
The soul of a saint. The professor could not even guess how much the price would be for rescuing something that could be the basis of the belief that it is a direct window to God.
I can assure you that among the rewards I received after starting this game, it was not something I secretly stole or stole, but was definitely the most valuable reward I received officially.
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Huuuuung –
‘Ahh, it’s healing. Just being nearby makes me feel like I’m back in my old sofa at the shelter…’
It’s warm and cozy.
As soon as I confirmed the saint’s soul, I joined the ‘group of guests who were suspiciously wary of the surroundings’ and immediately set about hiding the soul, who was no different from the saint of mercy herself. It was no wonder that Aldrich and our group were so wary.
The soul of the saint was like a magnet that attracted all evil creatures, including undead, evil spirits, warlocks, and monsters tainted by evil.
Fortunately, the God of Mercy and Roharam seemed to have opened up their faces, and the holy object that was used as a substitute for knuckles when in human form safely accepted the saint’s soul.
‘If the status window had been alive, it would probably have been expressed as [Holy power: 999999999/250].’
“Did it work?”
“Uh… maybe?”
Kaaaaak!
“Maybe! Is this a situation that can be expressed in such uncertain words? Aren’t you a saint? “A saint doesn’t even know that?”
“Why don’t you argue with the Archbishop! In the first place, there have been only a few instances in history where the soul of a saint has left the temple, and only once 70 years ago has the soul left the temple without the sacred relics. What do you know about the compatibility of relics?”
As soon as Aldrich let go of the saint’s soul in his arms, Aldrich sat down as if his legs were weak.
It wasn’t too much of a stretch. The soul of a saint is so enormous that it shakes the very foundation of the religion.
‘Did you say that when a saint dies, the soul that leaves the body resides in the body of a newborn child?’
In GG’s worldview, the dead are often known to change their form in some way, such as becoming a star, becoming the wind, or returning to dust, but the saint was an exception.
A being who is the most direct channel given by God to the human world and who reincarnates endlessly for its noble duty.
So, in a religious order with a saint, there was nothing more important than the saint except their god. Even if you bring a truck with God’s handwritten signature, it cannot be compared to a saint.
‘Since such a saint has been kidnapped, it would be natural for the merciful paladins who used to smile and farm to turn into merciless hammermen.’
The one who was kidnapped 70 years ago in the main scenario of World 2 was the saintess of our Gwangmyeong Church. As far as I know, at that time, they demolished the temple and sold all the marble that was used to build it, from the holy relics to the flower trees in the temple’s flower beds, to secure war funds, and then declared an unlimited temple until the saint was recovered.
Despite her struggles, it was too late and the saint had already become corrupted, and the leader of the Holy Knights shed tears in front of the statue of the main altar, and purified the fallen soul. The saint of light disappeared forever. That’s why there are currently no saints in the Rohara Church.
In any case, the soul of a fallen saint from the monarch’s body was placed in the Holy Ark, and this was the only case recorded in history where the soul of a saint escaped from the embrace of the church.
Huu-huu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of
of a kind, the soul of a saint who was the second person in history to escape from the embrace of the church was now in my neck.
“…Where is the closest Mercy Church from here?”
“Four days away… About the capital and Dutense….”
“Any contact information?”
In response to my question, Borka took out several torn pieces of robe from his pocket and showed them to me. A letter hastily written in blood on a dirty robe.
“[The saint’s soul is in our hands. If you want to get the Virgin of Mercy back, immediately take the Ark into the hands of the Paladins and go to Wuthering Heights…] Are you a kidnapper? “Are you crazy about wanting to get married?”
“I was out of my mind! So, how many times did you have to rewrite it? “It’s a failure!”
“At least use ink on paper!”
“I was anxious!”
“Did you ask Ottman to ghostwrite for you?”
“As soon as that friend saw the saint, he poured three bottles of sedatives down her throat at the same time and turned into an idiot!”
“Oh, what a disease…! So where did you send it?”
“I sent it to the bishop of the Margrave’s territory. “No one in the Church of Mercy knows my name…”
“Whew! Well done! They will filter it on their own and pass it on as sacred magic.”
Right now… it’s about 3 or 4 in the morning, so in a few hours the threatening letter will be sent to the bishop. The sacred communication of the Gwangmyeong Church literally travels at the speed of light, so it will be immediately transmitted to the Mercy Church. In two or three days at the most, you will be able to see the merciless knights flocking like bees turning into priests of mercy.
After entrusting the saint’s soul to me, taking a moment to catch my breath, and drinking the grey-brown potion as if it were life-giving water, the real Aldrich began to explain to me what had happened during the fight against Edeornna.
“After I shouted ‘It’s a trap!’ with a message spell, right?”
“That’s right. “I couldn’t hear it through the sound of my breathing, but I also said that I was the target.”
Was it like that? At that time, all I could think about was Edeorna.
“…So I was planning to deploy the best possible defense measures and provide support to either side… But then he caught my eye.”
Aldrich said he had never seen a soul with hair and in such a hideous form. Like grains of wheat that children chew and play with, souls seep into the bodies that have been compacted and pieced together.
“I don’t know, but it felt like a dead person summoned through the first soul spell was brought in through the controlled body. As a soul mage, I could never stand by and ignore that atrocity.”
It was Aldrich who was already fully prepared to deal with Falcatus. The powerful soul’s grip penetrated the inside of Vazyur, and when it reached the place where the original soul was believed to be at the center…
it was discovered. A crystal of innocence that still maintains its form despite the pain of having the body torn into small pieces and the soul being eaten away.
“so. “Did you just pull it out?”
“I just pulled it out. Although it is expressed as an arm…. Several souls that her spirit protected also came out. There are five Earth Wizards, one in the Water World and three in the Flame World. Their souls returned to where they had to go, and despite the pain of vomiting blood due to the reaction of the soul magic, I eventually safely retrieved the saint’s soul and retreated. I’m sorry. I should have helped you at least a little bit at that time, but the scale of the souls entangled within you was greater than what I had seen…” “
No. “You have helped me so much.”
no wonder. In the second half of the play, it seemed like the carpet bomber named Bazyur, who could stand up to the city alone, couldn’t even resist the extreme counter spell of sealing the mouth.
At first, I was curious as to why Vazyur, who clearly used the Holy Magic type corruption spell, did not use the Holy Magic, which was 1% chanting and 99% notion, until the very moment of desperation, but it wasn’t that he didn’t use it, it was that he couldn’t use it. Since he couldn’t digest the huge soul of a saint, he only replaced the body, placed the soul of the suppressed saint on top of it, used corrupted sacred spells, and was carrying it around and eating it all at once when a soul magician suddenly came out and pulled it out. It wasn’t taken gently, but rather violently, almost to the point of cutting open the stomach and pouring out what was inside.
‘I was subdued by Astrad, so I couldn’t resist much. If I did this well, I would have died, right?’
One more piece of good news. I just saw the holy light illuminating the valley, and there seemed to be 40 gray corpses piled up in the corner of the valley. Since there is no way to treat a dead wizard like that, of course it must be the wizard’s body reconstituted by chewing up the ‘stock’ dropped by Bazuyur.
The fact that the wizard who ingested and digested it, his strength and vitality, dropped the stock as much as I did means that even fatal wounds are not usually fatal wounds. They even forcibly ripped out the soul that was trapped there, so it was almost as if they were dead, and only the body could not be identified. Even if he’s alive, he won’t reach the peak level of demolishing a castle alone like in other worlds.
“Oh oh. Ooooh….”
Ding ding ding~
[Basic goal. One-way hot air balloon ticket to the Elven Forest – Achieved]
[2 small nests, 1 medium nest – eliminated]
[Measurement of relative combat power at this point: Excluding the blood spray, it was strong enough to withstand a beating against Edeorna. There was definitely a taste in the end. It is worth expecting serious injury. He freed Roderick Front, even indirectly.]
+[★★★★★ Retrieve the stolen soul of the Saint of Mercy! Saint’s soul!! Appeared only twice in history! There have been no cases of recovery before corruption! As a reward, I summoned the Knights of Mercy and took on a huge debt that would last for a long time even if I used it as a chair foot rug on a human table!!!!!]
+[★★★ Bazuyur is an asshole. Since almost all of the good stock has been disposed of, it is highly likely that there are only a lot of basic warlocks left. From an all-purpose carpet bombing mage to an unlocked warlock]
Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding ding ding ding!!
I see it, I see it. The rewards from this Wuthering Heights incident are pouring out like a slot machine that hit the jackpot!
Sniff!
“Are you… Una?”
“….yes. I suddenly feel a bit emotional….”
“Umm. “I thought he was a saint just because of his appearance, but he must have had some religious beliefs.”
No, not that one.
Sniff!
“It’s a game. I. “I’m playing a game… I’m enjoying a game, not a pseudo-torture program from Gedroitsan…”
This is the first time in my GG life, where I’ve overcome all sorts of death-defying obstacles, rolled around like a dog, and been covered in blood, that I’ve been rewarded for my efforts like this. That’s right. It’s unfair and I’m happy at the same time. It’s the first time I’ve truly received a reward that I wasn’t expecting in my desperate gamer life. The thing that was given to me every time I was dying of thirst was a poisoned chalice. This damn game.
Churrup!
Oh my, all the saliva is coming out.
I thought I was just going through all the trouble and being a mess, but when I sorted things out one by one, I saw that big rewards were coming out like sweet potato stalks.
‘Let’s come to our senses. Wake up, Professor Park! Something you’ve always imagined has come before your eyes. The effort is worth the reward! ‘This normal situation may never come again!’
My gaming experience has never gone so well. Come to your senses, Professor Park. When it comes out, you have to pull it out by the roots so that it can survive even if another garbage event pours in next time.
While I was being beaten by Edeorna, Astrad used a super special move to defeat Vazeyur, and Aldrich secured the saint’s soul.
‘rest of it. ‘What did you do other than the two of you?’
Aldrich is done. I heard that Otman was casting a defensive spell next to him. Borka Notum would have been right next to it, so nothing special would have happened… but.
“Borca Notum. By any chance… did you see anything that looked like a white corpse around the hole where I fell? No, I said I rescued it with my own mouth, so it’s not a corpse. A severed limb or something. It’s like a trace of a terrible wound. A painful scream echoing from the hole a tunnel bug crawled into?”
“I’ve seen enough of the captain’s terrible wounds and his severed limbs that I’m sick of it. “I haven’t seen the white monster.”
“Notum and you?”
“Guuuu…. Eye-wideningly beautiful…. Like nothing else in the world…. Notum cries. Very beautiful. Woowoo….”
This is a mess. Borca was not seen, and Notum, who was drunk with the saint’s spirit, was not in a state where he could talk.
‘Everyone in the group was robbed. Then what’s left is…’
“Does anyone know where Astrad is?”
‘Main-dish!’
Administrative power at full level. 16 years old with a bright future ahead.
A rare wind wizard who is hard to find anywhere except at Wuthering Heights.
Among them, the rarer and less crazy Wind Wizard.
I have used 3rd and 7th rank magic.
‘This guy is certain that a mature tree can be recognized from its cotyledons. It’s not like a cotyledon, it’s like the magic bean from Jack and the Beanstalk!’
Just look at the results brought about by one well-trained soul mage. In a game where you collect companions, isn’t a competent companion the Royal Road that leads to comfortable play?
“Hehehehe…. Where did he get stuck…. Our promising player….”
“….Gwok.”
Notum unconsciously made the sign of the cross at the sight of the muscular man looking for the boy wizard with his eyes flashing. Just as Aldrich had first said, it really looked like the saintess’s soul was burning with negativity.
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