Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (27)
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“….Kauladi. “Three rows of barriers and retreat.”
widely.
“Nulak fleet. A force that includes many high-level navigators. “The same number is due to the connection between the command delivery system of the Kauladi Army, which is controlled by witchcraft, and the ununified command system of the Allied Forces.”
widely.
“Brother and Nigmi. Confronting the Nulak flagship… This is amazing. Isn’t that right, Buddy? There is a shaman named Nulak who is on par with you. The enemy’s unique defense system played a role. “The ally I went with didn’t die as much as I thought, so it seems like my brother’s power was a little less effective than expected.”
Grumble-
“Hmm? No… no. It would be correct to say that my father saw through what was going to happen and left behind the power to completely prevent it without killing my brothers. “You always portray him in a bad light, Buddy.”
Crack!
Takkak! Crackle!
Buddy was tapping the floor anxiously as his small, weak hands moved the pebble and spoke.
When Falcatus was born, he was so weak that he could not withstand the cold of the North, so the queen specially created him a guardian. Living Shell Buddy.
Mute, born from Falcatus’s placenta, expressed his dissatisfaction with this place and his angry mind with his clanking footsteps.
Buddy couldn’t understand. Why did he leave? Why did he, who is weaker than the dangerous queen just by staying in the North, leave the safety of the North and come to such a dangerous place? Does he continue to commit acts that border on self-harm, even refusing to enter the body created to protect him?
“No matter how many times I tell you, you still don’t understand. “Well, I didn’t understand it either, so I guess I was just following the footsteps my father left behind.”
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“I’ve always had some spare time. The strength my mother gave me. Because I was able to look around the scene through the eyes and bodies of many brothers, I was able to purely focus on using my head. Even if I die, I will still be safe in my northern nest. “I can just temporarily dissipate the sense of death and enter another body.”
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“I realized this when I barely escaped from the maid’s bell tower on the day when my true life almost fell into the hands of a soul mage. Oh, I guess there are things that can’t be moved just by thinking. At that time, I was so scared that I didn’t think anything of it. The will to live and the instinct to live as a living being moved my body and I was barely able to escape. So my leisure was just a matter of carelessness. I was neglecting and not using the sense that my father always felt with his whole body as he navigated dangerous fields. “
Tak. widely. widely. widely.
As Falcatus’ weak arms lined up pebbles, the battlefield engraved in his mind moved step by step.
“Resolution. My father always fought with his back on me and I lacked it. “I had no choice but to do this because I didn’t know what such determination was.”
….just hard!
“….okay. “I feel sorry for you, my guardian.”
Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuing
the noise of the battlefield like an echo from afar. A sound that hits his eardrums directly, without going through the other brothers’ ears. A body that swells and cracks due to an unsuitable environment.
The more your skin, cracked like dry rice paddy, complains of pain, the more your innate sense of awareness sounds the alarm about an approaching crisis.
And so finally. The more clearly you feel the sense of life chasing you.
widely. widely.
Be prepared for your life to burn. There is confidence in the fingertips that move the words.
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I don’t know if I didn’t know. Since I knew it, I could never lose.
It’s about pouring everything you can into.
Cruelly. As earnestly as if struggling.
Just like his father did.
widely.
“….one move forward.”
Falcatus sat down and moved his horse amid his crumbling body and pool of blood.
A horse that moves forward, separate from all other horses. Falcatus’ eyes were as cold as an abyss as he looked down at the only human shape carved out of countless cobblestones.
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Cooung!
Quad deud deuk!
“this….!”
Tsk tsk!
The left hand breaks down the warrior’s square, and the right hand grabs the weapon that turns like a swallow and plunges it into the body of its owner.
Short-term breakthrough. As it was obvious at a glance that the enemy had decided to bide his time, the professor was exerting all his strength, and the aftermath was clearly visible in the shower of military ships and human debris.
but. The professor, the protagonist of that disastrous advance, could not hide his nervousness.
‘That bastard, Falcatus, also planned it so that no matter which side I chose, I would be screwed!’
He fought like a warrior, but his head contained the cool-headed calculations of a commander in charge of special operations.
Breakthrough speed and enemy toughness. And in the meantime, the professor’s personal resource regeneration power is consumed in an instant.
The professor’s throat was burning from the exhaustion of his regenerative power, as if his blood was drying up.
Falcatus’s choice was a battlefield where there were mines no matter which side he stepped on.
All they did was pour Mute into Nulak’s flagship without leaving even a single ant.
Thanks to this, I was unable to demonstrate my combat sustaining ability, which was bound to be strong on the battlefield where Mute participated.
But did they return to the Nullak camp, which is full of mutes? Then, you can lead the battle situation to your advantage and exhaust Mute’s army, but in that case, you are giving up the time you so desperately want to the enemy who is very openly saying, ‘We are going to take our time.’
If you go back, your time will be taken over by the enemy.
If I just choose to break through, I will waste my combat power and become a worthless person on the battlefield where I am the only one.
This is clearly a battlefield created by someone who knows that I can recover with Mute’s blood. A strategy that is simple but extremely effective, and because it is simple, there is no room for error.
Ujijik –
Tuhwaaagh!
After pulling out the mast from a half-wrecked military ship and smashing it into the side of the military ship next to it, the professor took a moment to catch his breath in the aftermath and looked at the battle in the Nullak camp, which still feels like it’s tingling his back.
A feeling of intimidation that can be felt even without looking away. The sound of battle, as if the space was being forcibly twisted and split, was constantly echoing from Nulak’s flagship.
The red lightning that continuously rages amidst the fierce swirling of two huge water columns is probably a fragment of the power created by the reaction of Termacian’s power and Nulak’s magic. The mast of the military ship was broken and the warriors were torn apart by just those fragments.
Nullak’s fleet was already stranded in that spot, and although it was holding up well for now, it didn’t seem strange if it collapsed at any time.
Whoops!
“For Kauladi!”
“For a true desert kingdom to return!”
Despite the professor’s hasty mind, the speed of penetrating the enemy’s camp only became slower.
Wow!
Jiiiiiik – Stand tall!
“…Stop it?”
“No matter how great your bravery is, it cannot completely break a warrior’s faith!”
From the fifth row of Kauladi’s fleet, the professor was greeted by the famous slave warriors.
Warriors using all kinds of body strengthening spells and holding iron shields as big as the gates of the royal palace.
The moment the warriors, who had collapsed like bowling pins, opened their eyes, their soulmates, who were flying like a flock of migratory birds, flew into the professor’s back with a terrible sound.
If I left it as is, my spine would be destroyed, so I used my hand to block it for a moment, and the warriors who had recovered in an instant got up, formed that damn square again, and were throwing their weapons away. Excellent defense and sharp attacks coming from multiple angles to prevent the opponent from concentrating on the offensive.
Even the shields that were thrown away circled in the air and returned to the hands of the warriors, making it seem like those shields were also weapons imbued with the souls of individual warriors.
According to the ‘ancient desert warrior common sense’ that was forcibly implanted in his mind when he infiltrated as a slave to Kauladi a few days ago, this was a completely impossible phenomenon.
For a warrior, a weapon is a lifelong companion that is more than a spouse, and putting one’s soul into two or more weapons was close to infidelity for both parties. If he did such a thing, he would lose all his abilities as a desert warrior and become no different from an ordinary slave soldier.
As far as common sense goes.
“These… you little bastards…!”
The professor’s eyes fell on the shield that flew through the air and returned.
That shield. An object with a large sun-shaped embossed on its curved border. Although it was my first time seeing it, it looked very familiar.
‘Is that what you remember?’
[uh. The thing that the manipulated ancient warriors carried on their backs when they slept.]
Manipulated memories implanted when creating warrior slaves. The favorite weapon used by the warrior in that memory was that shield. Even though I wasn’t brainwashed and only saw it as a memory that Hyde had collected separately, it was familiar, as if I could grasp it.
The shields were made exactly the same without any mistake, and they were familiar to warrior slaves who were imbued with memories of ancient warriors. In their memories, the shield was the favorite disease they dealt with in their past life.
This was because handling that shield was not a problem at all for them, in addition to the illnesses they had dealt with in this life. I didn’t know what the mystery the desert warriors were dealing with was, but it was clearly a skill related to spirituality.
Floating-!
Sigh!
The professor once again blocked his blow and frowned as he watched the warrior group being pushed back.
Their shitty defensive skills were defensive skills, but even more than that, the meaning of their existence itself struck my mind with such ferocity that it was unpleasant.
The best warriors gathered from all over the desert. He instilled loyalty in them and even made them able to use other weapons and abilities as warriors through magical brainwashing.
What was created in this way was a defensive army that could even hold back the ankles of monsters attacking military ships.
If Kauladi had prepared for a war to unify the desert, there were infinite ways to raise it into a much better form than this. A desert battle is a naval battle in which even the best warriors will sink if they lose their ship. Therefore, although warriors who specialize in maintaining their positions are important in blocking a monster that is charging like crazy, it is difficult for them to lead the battle on their own.
Therefore, these are warriors created to completely stop the strong from approaching something.
As if he was preparing for a moment like this.
‘In the first place, a war of aggression was not the goal.’
It must have been prepared for a long time. No matter how much brainwashing you do, creating warriors of this level cannot be done in a day or two.
Something was missing, and Kauladi took it from the Mute forces.
And they prepared vigorously for war, as if there were rumors that they would start a big war.
‘The movement of a large fleet suitable for all-out warfare.’
‘A force unsuited to a war of aggression that was carefully developed. They probably weren’t created to stop the unknown and unidentified Saladin, so they must have been a group of slave warriors created to prevent anyone from approaching their center.’
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‘….Bluffing? ‘You just used the means of war as a smokescreen?’
That was the only reason I could think of for such irrational behavior.
There is something that needs to be done on a large scale, and if so many people and high-level personnel called shamans move at the same time, there is no way that the eyes and ears scattered throughout the desert will not notice it. The desert is a place where battles always take place, and if someone is doing something, it is natural to interfere with it.
So let’s start a loud war.
Lead all your troops.
Come out into the wide desert where you can see both those approaching and those fleeing at a glance.
He poured everything he had into creating his own personal sanctuary where no interference could penetrate.
‘I am not interested in winning or losing the war in the first place.’
150 abandoned military ships and the troops on them. The elite troops that are now dying by my hands. War is a war of attrition that kills both sides, and the only way to make up for the terrible cost of attrition is to take away everything from the opponent through victory.
If victory is not the goal, it means that everything spent so far has simply been wasted as consumables.
The person sitting in the best position in the desert literally pours everything they have into preparations. What on earth is the true king of the desert, of which Kauladi and his subordinates have a habit of talking?
At this point, I was beyond annoyed and scared.
The sun and moon disappeared. The dragons of the ancient dragon kingdom that coexisted with them.
A strange power created from the sand flowing through the desert.
His power allowed Kauladi to pull out so many troops from the middle of the taboo quicksand without even a single injury, and sank half of the Nulak fleet with a single blow.
The desert, whose outlines were slowly beginning to reveal itself, contained so much.
Fear became a spur and hastened the professor’s steps.
‘Hey Hyde. How much regenerative power is left?’
[Because I used it sparingly… 60%? About 70%?]
‘…If you jump very high and cross over the ship’s edge… you’ll get hit from behind, right?’
[Arthur. Those hundreds of flying blades will grind you like a blender. Are you going to lose about 30% from here?]
‘What if I take a big hit?’
[Auror? Surely, if you have the power to split a star, you can push past it… but isn’t that the same thing? Last time I saw it, the burnt body while using it as an Auror was on a different level from just being injured. The goal is to get as close as possible and disrupt ‘something that these guys are really suspicious of.’ If you use that much power to get there, you’ll be crawling by the time you encounter what you’ve hidden.]
‘Then… does this mean that I have to push forward slowly like this?’
[If there had been just one level 4 or 5 mute, there would have been no reason to be so worried.]
‘Okay. Even if there was only one mute, how could they save even the bone marrow…’
It was like a conversation between two man-eaters, but it was said out of genuine regret.
The battlefield that Falcatus had created was like a sticky spider’s web, entangling his feet, and the two clashes had left the warrior group in front of him half sick, but even after that, countless warriors and the shamans assisting them were standing in the way. just because.
‘Can not help it. The only way to do this is to break through with a hand-to-hand attack without using auras…’
Boom, boom, boom!
The professor puffed out his thighs and prepared to charge once again. I could hear the sound of something heavy cutting through the wind behind my head, so it seemed like Nulag’s fleet had begun a support attack with a catapult or ballista.
I don’t know if it will work against those who block even the fists that split the military line, but I think it’s better than nothing, so I prepare to charge at the time of the collision.
puck!
Plop!
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Grumbling.
When the professor saw that the thing that had fallen was not something hard and sharp, but a creature struggling as if dizzy, doubt and admiration soon arose in the eyes of the professor, followed by joy.
He flew a long distance and crashed, but without any external damage, he was left struggling in the confusion of his senses.
A spear made of a mixture of bone and chitin with a hard outer shell that looks quite extraordinary.
And their unique blood scent, which is as strong as their strong appearance, is sweet yet fishy.
As the professor turned his head like a thunderbolt, he saw mutes being swept up and sucked into a column of water like two dragons and violently bouncing off the top.
Mutes bounce in all directions, but most of them fly towards this direction and fall. And a few that had bounced off the current well were flying over other military ships besides this one.
oh my god. OMG Ottoman! Such a sensible person! “
Long
live teamwork!”
Puhwaak!
The professor’s exultant power hit the head of the fallen Mute, and the blood gushing from the headless body sprayed like a fountain onto the military ship.
The warriors raised their shields to block the baptism of blood, but were shocked by the sight of the warrior holding the headless body of Mute with one hand.
The blood scattered everywhere was gathering at his feet as if it were alive and moving.
As the blood seeped in, the warrior’s body became more alive, his heart was beating so fiercely that it could be heard from outside, and his blood vessels were bulging due to the soaring blood pressure.
Passyek –
The corpse fell from the warrior’s hand, crumbling helplessly, and the warrior, stained with blood, who looked at it with regret and tasted it, was literally like a demon in a folktale.
The professor did not miss the moment when they flinched.
-Quaaaaaang!
“We up!”
“Intercept! “That unclean creature must not have access to consciousness!”
The slow attack of the warriors, whose bodies had stiffened, fiercely chased the professor who had broken out of the military line, but it didn’t matter as he was supplied with enough regenerative power to be able to use up enough to only cut him to the ankle level.
How many times did I jump over several layers of military lines and sometimes take off people who used weapons like hooks?
“see!”
Finally, Kauladi’s flagship, which had been hidden from view by the countless military ships’ barriers, began to come into view.
As if the numerous defense lines in front were not enough, the huge flagship completely covered the deck with the ship’s shadow.
Although it was not completely visible due to the layers of sails and curtains of the surrounding military ships, the professor’s sharp eyesight caught what was slightly visible at the edge.
Part of an ivory skeleton that appears to be the remains of a very ancient creature.
A pile of decomposed remains of what appeared to be not-so-old creatures and some bandages removed from them.
The sound of spells chanted by over a hundred shamans simultaneously. and.
At the center of it all, Kauladi becomes the axis of magic and recites mantras.
As he raises his hands in the smoke of ancestral rites, his eyes contain the joy of someone who has accomplished something, and Professor Park Chan flies over the flag ship.
『I tell this to our father and mother, the great being who gave birth to the desert. The greatest honor to me. ‘Take off your bridle, put it around my neck, take the burden off and put it on me.’
At the end of the ritual, Kauladi raised the sharp obsidian dagger high and shouted like a scream.
『Thus, the power of creation. Give me the strength to minister again to your world, which has collapsed into a world of lies!』
Aaaah!
The moment when the shield made of bone and leather is torn and a fist blazing with white flames flies toward its center.
Phew!
Without a moment of hesitation, the obsidian dagger pierced Kauladi’s heart and the blood fell to the floor.
Push!
The professor’s fist flew in next, crushing Kauladi’s head, and the shamans, drenched in cold sweat, screamed.
His head and body were already broken. It had all turned into sand and collapsed.
“Oooooh! Worship! “You have been reborn as a true king of the desert!”
“Worship! “Worship!”
“The desert is back! “The desert will regain its ancient glory!”
“We will all get back to how we should be!!!”
The shamans weep and worship and the warriors who come in late and bow down.
‘late.’
I felt the desert beneath my feet tremble. That trembling is like a thrill. A chill that travels up from the tips of your feet and down your spine. Growing up with the same feelings as a citizen looking at nuclear clouds in the distance.
It was letting everyone here know that something was going on.
Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssueed-ously
I don’t have.
No, the ship was floating on the sand, but everything around was sinking down.
A desert was rising before the professor’s eyes.
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