Chapter. 15. Can a person who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (40)
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“Raturaaaa!”
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
Tadat-!
As the approaching fleet of Paladins slowed down, a large lump of metal was seen jumping from the bow of the leader.
Coooooo!
Wow!
After jumping quite a distance, the piece of metal landed right in front of me, shattered the deck in the same landing position, and knelt down in front of me.
“You are the one touched by the light!!!!”
okay. He was this kind of person.
“It’s been a while, Sir Gregory?”
“You don’t dare speak highly of someone like me! You are the light that carries out His will, and I am merely His instrument. If you raise your words against me, you are causing this unholy instrument to go against the law of Ro-haram (Praise be to you). Please, I am sorry for my actions. Please don’t throw me into a trap of doubt-”
“Oh, I get it, I get it! “I knew it!”
The bearded paladin was shedding tears and banging his forehead as if he wanted to make a hole in the deck. If you don’t say anything, he’s going to hang you. Even fanatics brainwashed with black magic wouldn’t be like this.
“Ratura lo-haram.”
“Rathura lo-haram. Thank you for coming so quickly.”
“He is closer to the light than anyone else, so it is inevitable that he moves faster than us. “I couldn’t take care of you properly and made you suffer alone in a remote area like this, so even if I had a hundred mouths, I wouldn’t have anything to say.”
Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssvk-
whack.
While we were greeting Gregory, a ship carrying Holy Knights anchored next to our ship and a bunch of metal fell down. Gregory, who was kneeling, straightened his posture, put the tip of his weapon on the ground, and knelt once again.
Clap, clap, clap!
“The Holy Knights of Light, including Gregory Garnier, the instrument of light. “I have now joined the light of light.”
The paladins follow Gregory and kneel, one after another, with their weapons in front of them. And there was another group of saints who approached me with gestures that were not as polite as theirs, but showed enough respect.
“Whoa whoa! “I’m a little late with the introduction… wow!”
A fat body almost comparable to that of Nulak. A priest and a fleet of other paladins following him, repeatedly stealing handkerchiefs as if they were squeezing out oil rather than sweat under the hot desert sun.
“I am Dodolphor, a priest who serves Tenebrie, the goddess of abundance.”
“The Church of Abundance… has come to support you?”
“I guess I felt divinity not far from our headquarters. “I was there to investigate.”
“It seems like we have a bit of a military force for a surveyor.”
“Hmm! That’s…. People from the light wandering around every corner of Teldrat… We also see paladins from other denominations being so violent – hmm! “I could just sit there and watch him act in an extreme way, so I was moving along.”
ah. Teldrat. Now that I think about it, this country, a breadbasket, is the country where the headquarters of the Bountiful Church is located.
Somehow, they outnumbered the Bright Paladins who had risked their lives to run, and it seemed like this gentleman, Gregory, had been trampling around Teldrat for quite some time. Holy knights from other places were wandering around the noble estates and royal territories, shouting ‘Saint!’, so as a member of the same religious community, I couldn’t help but come here.
The Holy Knights of Abundance, who had been following the Holy Knights of Light, also saw with their own eyes the ‘Let There Be Light’ that I had summoned. As they were, they followed the Holy Knights of Light heading towards the desert, howling.
Because I’m pretty sure something is going on.
“I guessed something was going on when I saw the miraculous level sacred spell. “Is that… a dragon?”
“The third descendant of the evil god, Falcatus, tricked the leader of the desert and created it through a spell. And what lies below is one of the two ancient temples of the desert that were only considered legends.”
“…It is said that the Saint of Light is always at the forefront of where heresy exists. “I guess the rumors weren’t exaggerated?”
The priest continued speaking with only a small expression in his eyes, as if he had an unmoving spirit that was as heavy as his physique.
“The Holy Knights of Opulence, the Isaacs of Tenebrie, will also join the saint in his steps to establish a heresy.”
“…You will need to be prepared to return to the arms of the goddess.”
“Hehehehe. That’s an un-cleric warning, isn’t it? This is the resolution that all religious people living in these difficult times make every morning when they pray. Enriching the desert is also the long-cherished wish of our Bountiful Church. “If it really is one of those two ancient gods… Wouldn’t that be enough of a sacrifice to hold a ceremony for the goddess’s sons, who went out into the desert alone and died because they couldn’t control their overflowing enthusiasm?”
This means that there is no use in trying to stop it. The priests of Abundance and Light, who had already made preparations, were seen telling the crew of the ship to spread the sails and fix the rudder, then sending them all on board the lifeboats.
“Your way. Please follow the path of light that is brighter than anyone else. We are content to remain in the shadow of that brilliant light.”
“…Latura.”
“Latura. “Let’s do it.”
Instead of stopping him, the professor praised him.
The Paladins’ ship, which passed the Dry Oasis and had no intention of returning, began heading towards Mute’s army.
The moon rises with its own sea. A gold dragon wrapped around it.
And the sea and countless mutes settled like a large oasis around the rising moon.
[I always feel this way.]
‘What?’
[You mean shell. When you stand on a large-scale battlefield like this, your emotions fluctuate like you’re on a roller coaster. It’s like I have bipolar disorder.]
‘…Do I get motion sickness?’
[From the perspective of someone inside… to what extent?]
I thought Hyde might feel that way. A life-threatening battle is a momentary thought labor that requires your brain to be overworked to the point where your brain is going to explode, and if you want to run your brain well after being overworked like that, it is better to maintain a state as close to ‘fun’ as possible.
This means that if you are in a state of depression or something like that, your limbs will become limp, like a damp feeling like a swamp, so you have to force yourself to heat it up.
….To not fall into depression while seeing such a scene in front of your eyes.
A ship of the Holy Knights that evacuated all its crew and only moves forward. A charge of nearly a thousand Paladins, including the Paladins of Abundance and Light.
On the other side, the mouths of tunnel worms were rising out of the sandy sea, spitting out mutes, and aquatic mutes that came up with the sea water were circling around the moon.
I was well aware of the power of the Holy Knights, and I also knew very well the tough fighting skills of high-ranking mutes below level 3.
Grand Army and Grand Army. Elite and elite.
It’s a whistle.
And what it means that in a battle like this, the opponent and allies are each other.
‘….A lot of people will die.’
This means that it is not surprising if one side kills all of the opponents, and the winning side must spend more than a day just to collect the corpses of their allies before shouting in victory.
Even though I knew that, I called. I called because I knew that if I performed a divine miracle that could be seen anywhere, they would come running and throw their lives like stubble.
This is because in a battlefield where enemies and allies are calculated based on their value, it was decided that the value of the target called Falcatus was more valuable than their lives. From the moment the bastard revealed his ambition to enter the real world, I decided that I had to do whatever it took to get rid of him before he could grow any further.
“Our lampstand, the true light touched by His hand! “The poor instruments of light come to see you!”
“He has set my place among the stars!”
“Tread on me and on my brother’s body and come on your way!”
“Heresy! “Burn the heresy and open the way!!!”
used them
“….every. Make it into meat to send to your mother.』
“Keaaagh!”
“Gwauuuu!”
There are several level 2 combat-type mutes, each of which is equivalent to a hero unit. Class 3 and 4 entities pouring out like waves from the mouth of a tunnel worm. Beyond that are aquatic mutes who swim in the water sphere and protect the moon.
Driverless desert ships collide with Mute’s great army, and holy knights engulfed in holy light chant their gods and throw themselves into claws and fangs.
Sigh –
blood is splattering. A rich scent spreads that makes it impossible to determine which is stronger: human or mute. The smell of blood is mixed with the wind blowing the sails.
Wow –
the professor’s eyes were shining sharply on the ship that was riding the wind and circling the battlefield.
-Tingling.
‘come!’
An oasis created around the hole we came up from and the moon rising above it. Two beings with qualitatively different powers could be seen walking into the round battlefield surrounding it.
Named. Thermachian and Nygmi. Close combat type, aquatic type, special operation type.
The goal is not the bastards, but Falcatus’ affection for them.
‘Unlike Falcatus, these two guys aren’t that bright. It’s also spontaneous. If you somehow drop it from the battlefield and put it in danger, Falcatus has no choice but to move.’
To do that. In order to break his composure, I needed the power to turn those named mutes into super corpses. Those who can join hands with them in the crowded battlefield.
“Otman Rakshasha Notum Idrasil.”
As I chant the names of my group, my emotions once again surge as if riding a wave. The possibility that someone could die at my call. The possibility that I have experienced dozens of times already turns my stomach.
“…Let’s talk openly between us, right? If there is anyone who doesn’t want to die, now is the perfect time. “I will tell the church and allow them to receive pension on a tribal basis.”
I raise my voice even louder to escape the feeling that sends chills down my spine.
A statement that no one would know is serious while pretending to be a joke. The word ‘please’ at the end was unable to come out due to the commander’s cold emotions.
“It’s okay, man.”
“Is it true? “I have a bunch of holy power left over from earlier, so you can use that to communicate to the church?”
please.
“Stop talking nonsense and clear the road well. “The Holy Knights are doing a good job blocking it, but I think I’ll have to break through one or two more walls made of flesh to get to them.”
I wish someone would go back and say they want to live.
“Idrasil? “Shouldn’t you bring that notebook home?”
“Do you think I, a long-lived species, left the forest to collect records that last less than a year?”
“Notum?”
“Guh. “Fuck you.”
“Rakshasha?”
“If you plan to leave me alone this time, are you going to tie me to the bed next time?”
please. I hope the appearance of these precious people does not turn into a cold sight with blood and internal organs flowing out.
Although I know that I am disgustingly selfish to think like this after throwing the Paladins to death right in front of my eyes.
Still, I wish their names weren’t on the scales of the battlefield.
‘Oh God.’
The voices of the group were light as the saint prayed with guilt.
‘Notum, where did you learn that word?’ ‘Geuwoo. The sailors taught me.’ ‘Oh, you know that you have to be careful in front of us royal blood people, right?’ ‘Gwok. A desert woman with big breasts. sorry.’ ‘Hehehehe. ‘You can see noble people swearing at each other like this!’
A joke shared as each person raised their weapons and organized their powers.
Maybe it’s because the atmosphere is contagious. Perhaps because they are sailors who are always crossing the line between life and death, tense, distorted smiles gradually began to spread among the sailors driving the ship.
“Kiyaak!”
“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-?
What? –
A mute jumped a few meters and jumped into the boat in an instant and was caught in the professor’s hands and crushed.
“Kaaaak! “Kkekekeekeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of…”
Mute’s body was crushed from the head down, drying out and crumbling like ashes.
“I guess an idiot moved it, everyone.”
“Don’t worry, I will follow you around and file a claim before you die.”
….Pisik.
“You shouldn’t talk.”
As a signal, the Mutes that the Paladins were unable to stop began to jump onto our ship like a wave.
There is no turning back now. If I somehow want to save them, I have no choice but to move forward first.
“Here today. Let’s see to the end, son.”
『If you do that, I have nothing more to ask for, father.』
The red sea gathered at the saint’s fingertips against the dragon’s mouth that opened once again and the gathering heat.
The moment when the two powers that have reached their critical point are unleashed.
A straight path was created between the saint whose arm was missing and the dragon whose large mutes surrounding me had all exploded.
Paladins running around using the corpses of the dead as stepping stones and a ship moving between them.
It was war.
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