Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (14)
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Rattling thud.
Rattling-clatter- boom!
“tod! How many times have I told you to listen carefully? Many of the corpses have weapons or claws stuck in them! If you get scratched unluckily and your leather clothes rip-”
“Yes, yes, the priests who don’t even come because of mute’s blood get killed while waiting! I heard that story more than 20 times today alone, Chief Baek! But these corpses are so heavy…Nikku!”
“If you lift it and let it go… I, who lift it with you, will also get hurt! Kk-cha!”
Whisper –
boom!
Two soldiers, carefully wrapped in oiled leather clothes, were loading the body onto a cart. There were many other soldiers wearing similar clothes on the plain in front of the walls of Hetheln. They were all Hedeln soldiers who had been sent out to take advantage of the treacherous situation to clear up the battlefield.
“At this point, all the casualties around here have been loaded, right?”
“Ugh, I guess so. The rest are mute corpses or those that are too fragmented to be buried right away. And I’m not a white man, dude. “There are eight kids left down there, so what kind of leader are you?”
“but. “Where in the world would there be a white general who rolls around in a field of filth to clear the battlefield?”
White Chief Charles and his subordinate Todd strained their aching backs as they looked at the cart full of rotting corpses of their soldiers.
It’s hard work. The whole place is covered with squishy corpses, and even moving a single step is a struggle. The low-level mutes that come at you like dogs decompose so quickly that they emit a foul odor that stings your eyes. The corpses of their comrades buried among them are covered in armor and helmets. It was so heavy that it was difficult for two people to lift it. Even the half-decomposed corpses tended to burst if they were not lifted carefully due to the cuts and weight. It is truly dirty, difficult and arduous labor.
The reason why the two people’s faces are relaxed despite doing such work is because they are used to it, but compared to the work they usually do at this time, clearing the battlefield is like rest.
“…But this time, I had some time and saw less shit. Normally, I would have risked my life by now to stop those waves of flesh, while watching my friends on board here get up and run to bite me.”
“I was lucky. On the way out, the wizard said that the Mute army that should have arrived today was all dead near the blood fog area.”
“oh. Was there a hero left nearby? “I heard that after that shitty order, everyone was locked up in a castle in the mountains and there wasn’t a single person left to spare.”
“What do soldiers like us know? All you have to do is be happy and think that if the enemy didn’t come, they wouldn’t have come. Let’s go quickly. “If I were to gain more weight, I wouldn’t be able to drag the cart.”
“Let’s just take this person here. “If I leave this alone, I’ll be in big trouble.”
“huh? Ah, I see. If something so reliable wakes up on mute, it will be a pain in the ass. Lift it in three. One, two, three-”
Teok.
The moment you shout three and two people try to give you strength. The hand of the large corpse buried under the rotting corpse grabbed the white man’s wrist.
“Ugh! This happened! Centurion! Put it away you piece of trash-”
“Wait a minute Todd! This person is warm! Still alive! This is not a muted corpse! “He’s a wounded soldier!”
“Ugh… Save me… Lord…”
Todd and Charles hastily pulled out the man buried among the rotting corpses. The man’s right leg was nowhere to be seen, and his entire body was seriously injured.
“…Isn’t it right to kill him? It seems like this is already a corpse, so it would be better to at least relieve the pain…” “
That’s right. “You’re right.”
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Tod, the white leader, pulled out the spear strapped to his back with his free hand. Amputation at approx. right thigh. He suffered severe burns all over his body and was buried among mute corpses. The chance of survival was slim, and even if he survived, his bone marrow would have already been infected with Mute’s blood, so he wanted to at least let him go without suffering, so the tip of his spear was aimed at the wounded soldier’s heart.
Aaaak-
“I’m alive… I’m alive… I’m alive… Save me… Give me…” “
… I still have strength. “The voice is also quite clear.”
“Then shall I take you?”
“Take him. It must have been buried there for at least one night, but isn’t it alive like that? “If I kill a friend like that with my own hands, my dreams will be in turmoil.”
The brightly shining eyes between his melted eyelids and the strong force that grabbed his wrist made him retract his spear blade. As a fellow soldier and someone who has survived this hell so far, the sight of this man struggling to survive did not feel like anyone else’s business.
“Tsk. Well, it’s a miracle in itself that I’m still alive in that condition. “Well, aren’t you a friend who always prayed hard to the goddess?”
“hmm? Were you a believer? If you are a goddess… then the Church of Abundance?”
“It’s about mercy. I grew up poor when I was young, so I was in a lot of debt. Since I was in a place where people were dying on the first day of fiction, I became somewhat interested in things like fate and miracles. From the looks of it, this guy was really lucky. It seems that the burn has stopped the bleeding from the severed leg. What else could this be but the guidance of the goddess? “My face was so tangled up that even my wife couldn’t recognize me.”
“You’re a lucky friend… That’s right, he has everything you need most on this battlefield. “If this friend survives, let’s ask for a share in exchange for his life.”
“Hehehehe. “It’s a great fortune to be able to survive for more than a night in a pile of mute corpses with a severed leg… Isn’t that enough to look forward to returning home?”
“We’ll have to share it between the two of us, so it’s not that much. “I wonder if it would be enough to return to a corpse.”
Rattling. Beep!
Rattling, rattling –
The two people, lost in a strange sentiment, loaded the wounded soldier who miraculously survived onto a cart and headed toward the city. There was no fighting today, and we only cleared a cartload of corpses, so I was hoping that I might be able to rest this afternoon.
Just like that, a cart carrying dozens of corpses and one wounded soldier crossed the gates of Hetheln.
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‘This is it. It’s a piece of cake.’
And the wounded soldier was now climbing up Hetheln’s lordship castle.
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– Jokass: It was really easy to get in. To be honest, I thought I got nervous the moment the middle-aged soldier thrust his spear at me.
– professor: The superstitions floating around on the battlefield should never be ignored. Especially in battlefields where many of our troops are dying, there are many stories about wounded soldiers. A comrade who had abandoned him crawled over, dragging his internal organs, and put a sword on his back. Until the moment the comrade who carried him on his back crossed the castle gate, he shouted, “You can survive!” ‘Run a little more!’ I gave the same support, but after crossing the gate, I saw that the colleague who was on my back had already been killed by an arrow. There are many superstitions that scare us away from taboo behavior and encourage altruistic behavior.
– Heungan Mandu: Because doing something bad to a colleague is something that I remember for a long time.
– professor: That’s right. As a result, such superstitions are created one by one.
– Holly: Waaaa… Then did you create that situation on purpose?
– professor: roughly? Since I took care of the crowd of mutes in advance, Hetheln, who still has time, will want to get rid of the corpses at least long enough for the castle walls to function. I was worried that if I pretended to be a wounded soldier who was quietly buried among the corpses, holding on to my arm and somehow holding onto the lifeline, the soldiers mobilized to clear the battlefield would send me to the ward, if only out of moral sense.
– Jokass: Isn’t it just gambling? What if the soldier had closed his eyes and stabbed the spear there?
– professor: Well, if the spear pierced the heart there, you would sneak into the crematorium instead of the ward. Isn’t it the same that either way can enter the castle? If possible, it would be better to go to the ward. The crematorium is built in a somewhat remote location, but the ward is located near the rear lord castle, which is the safest place.
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Although it is not possible to create anything with the regenerative power, it was possible because it was possible to suppress the regenerative power.
No matter how rare my size may be, who would be able to find the ‘Saint of Salvation’ in a wounded soldier with a bald head, his eyes and lips melted from burns, looking like a human model, and missing even one leg? I can assure you that I said with my own mouth, ‘I am a saint~!’ Even if you do this, no one will believe you. They treat me like a crazy person.
As I was brought to the ward as an injured soldier, I saw Yeongju castle in front of me.
The ward is the place with the most sacred power in the city, so the guard against mute spies is also the thinnest.
At night, the priests, who could be said to be the only people around, went into the small prayer room in the corner of the ward to replenish their sacred power, knelt down, and fell into a prayerful posture.
What happens next? After regenerating the right leg that I had torn off with my own hands, I was now climbing the wall of the castle like a cockroach.
Faced with the Named’s attacks coming in dozens of times per second, the eyesight was able to clearly distinguish even the interior illuminated by small floating water droplets, and the wizard’s senses were able to clearly read the presence of magic to repel intruders hanging on the outer walls of the castle. It allowed me to
[….Smooth?]
‘Of course. It’s smooth. He came from a legendary guerrilla special forces unit, and his previous character was an ax murderer who specialized in assassination and unintentionally carried out secret raids. It is said that infiltration, assassination, and escape have their own special qualities.’
Moreover, as I said to the people in the chat room, the resources themselves are different from the Ax Assassins of World 2.
Thanks to its good eyesight, the droplet-surveillance combo can project the internal structure in three dimensions, close to the map core.
A wizard’s ability to see through the most annoying magical traps.
Elastic muscles that allow you to move secretly, not like a cat… but like a wild beast. And –
crispy!
An all-purpose eraser that doesn’t know magic formulas, but just destroys installable alarm protection magic. Auror.
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– Jokass: This character was pushed around and took the saint tag. If he had left it alone, wouldn’t he have grown into the assassin he was originally good at and achieved great success?
– Noru Drug: An ax with tremendous power that can even strike a god approaches so secretly that you can only feel it right before it touches your head? I can’t stop this.
– takealook: In the first place, it makes no sense to deal with all three mysteries of Holy Power Auror and Mana. If you use it together, at that moment, your blood vessels and mana rod will burst and you will inevitably become an asshole…
– Jokass: Yes, even if it all bursts, you’ll be like, ‘Fuck it.’ He is a person who can jump up and do something.
– Heungan Mandu: It has regenerative power, baby!
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In fact, it was like having a master key for stealth and infiltration, so it wasn’t that difficult to infiltrate the castle.
“….That’s me…. The growth of the soup…. It’s beyond serious….” “
….That’s nonsense…! …. ….. !”
The professor secretly applauded the sight of several nobles continuing their passionate conversation with the lights on even when the faithful clergy were exhausted and exhausted in the early morning hours.
‘You must be very rotten inside. I moved because I thought this was a war I was going to win anyway, but the damage was increasing more than I thought.’
Listening to the booming voices and occasional shouting beyond the thick door, the professor used a bit of divine power to cast a communication spell.
[Ratura lo-haram! I can’t believe the saint contacted me this early in the morning! Maybe something bad happens during the journey-]
[I’m busy, so I’ll keep it short. I contacted you to ask about doctrine. First of all, we are in the middle of a holy war right now, right?]
[Oh my God! The saint is interested in doctrine… Oh, of course. Queen Mute is an officially recognized evil deity, and this war between the descendants of the evil deity and the fate of humanity is a holy war recognized by all five major denominations.]
[Okay. So, those who disrupt the temple are heretics?]
[There may be a debate about the intentionality of that, but if they do not stop their actions that interfere with the temple despite the religious order’s recommendation, then yes. It is a heresy that goes without saying.]
[Yes… I see. Then finally. Don’t heretics deserve to die?]
[They should be imprisoned in the Hall of Enlightenment, their minds destroyed, their bodies burned at the stake and reduced to ashes, and the remaining ashes should be buried in the religious grounds and trampled under the feet of believers for the rest of their lives.]
[Hmm. Oh my god. Brother Gregory.]
[Saint, if you have discovered a heresy, immediately call the Holy Knights-]
Pissit!
“okay. Ready!”
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– Jokass: Ready for what?
– professor: An excuse. It’s a kind of warm-up before murder. This has a slightly different weight between an accidental murder in a war situation and a planned murder of someone you don’t even know.
– Heungan Dumplings: Are you ready to kill a few bad guys?
– professor: Oh, there’s no one here who hasn’t killed a single person. It means that we are all bad guys to someone. These are the words of Professor Park, a professional killer trained through repeated and emphasized murders, so take them to heart.
– Noru Drug: Oh, fuck.
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It is said that if you prepare your mind in advance like this, you will not stop your hands and feet during the operation and make a mistake. These are all actions born from experience. When I was a soldier, ‘It’s an order-‘ in short, everything was okay, but now I’m in a situation where personal interests are also taken into consideration to some extent. I need to pull myself together.
“Susa-eup-Huuwoo. then. shall we start.”
With one last deep breath, the professor shook off any residual guilt and walked briskly to the door where the commanders’ voices could be heard.
Wood-duk-duk-duk-duk! Crackling!
The shadow reflected by the flickering torch fluctuated wildly, stretching out the shadow of something larger and more sinister.
The knights guarding the front door where the commanders were located intuitively reached for their swords at the sudden shadow –
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….knock knock knock.
“Count Marou! Baron Dicelow! “Then tell me what to do about this situation!”
“Hehehehe. It looks like Count Golson is lacking sleep. “When my son was around five years old, he used to be noisy like that when he woke up.”
“Ah, I have that experience too. The nannies had a really hard time…”
“What? Palome you! The longer the war goes on, the better for you Teldrat, so that’s why you say such a trivial thing! You can sell all the barley and wheat that would have rotted anyway! What I’m saying is look at the future, not the money in front of you! earth! wisdom! A new title accordingly!”
“you? This person said let’s see! Who knew those monsters would launch such an onslaught? We all signed together in Cologne, and now we are asking for a strategy, so it doesn’t seem like something to say…” ”
If anything remains, it will be a waste. If this continues, the war will escalate-” “We
will have to wait for that call from Teldrat-”
“We will fight like this among ourselves. No, there are measures-”
Knock knock knock knock knock-
“…Who are you? “How dare the commanders of the Human Allied Forces chat at this time!”
The nobles, who had been huffing and puffing at the fruitless meeting that lasted until dawn, finally turned their heads toward the door being knocked in a low voice.
“…Nobles…. I have something urgent to tell you….”
“Eng…. Stay out! Judging by the lack of noise outside, it’s not an enemy attack, so what’s the rush…!”
“More than that… it’s an urgent story…”
Some of the nobles gathered in the hall frowned at the unpleasant voice that cracked like dry earth, probably because they were hoarse from the battlefield.
“Tsk tsk. “The guys guarding the door outside are there to work at times like this.”
“What can I do? These guys have been swinging swords all their lives, so it’s impossible to have any sense. If my knights were still there, a rude guy like that would have been-”
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock,
knock!
“Iike….! Oh, let me open it! This body will go and open it for you! “I need to see the face of that powerful knight who dares not even listen to my nobleman’s order to congratulate him!”
Count Golson, who was still angry at the persistent knocking despite clearly telling him to leave, got up and walked to the door with great strides. Some people might criticize the nobleman for opening the door himself without any physical effort, but he did not want to miss a good opportunity to criticize someone else’s knight in front of everyone and personally punish him. If done well, it may be able to weaken the right of one of these people to speak out, so
‘I hope it’s that damn knight, Marou.’ Anyway, none of my knights have a voice like that.’
Slam!
The
door opened and a knight’s armor with both arms hanging limply appeared before Count Orson’s eyes.
“Okay, let’s hear what the urgent news is!”
“Yes… I have to tell you… unfortunately this is an obituary. Obituary.”
Slurp-
boom!
At Count Olson’s command, the body of the knight in armor fell to the floor, and only the monster’s hand, which was holding the knight’s neck, was floating in the shadows.
“What what-”
Suddenly!
Count Golson’s mouth separated from top to bottom with an unfinished scream, and the figure of the monster hidden in the shadows slowly emerged under the lights of the conference room.
Sharp teeth arranged neatly like daggers.
A ferocious body entirely surrounded by a dark red skin like blood.
And the sharp claws and large grip of the thing holding Count Golson’s head, which had been severed above the upper jaw.
“Obituary. “I have come to tell you about the deaths of our nobles who are working hard day and night to fill my stomach during this difficult time.”
“monster….! Is there anyone outside-”
Whoa!
“….I have to scream in this late night to write.”
While everyone was frozen in shock, the nobleman who came to his senses first was about to scream.
Count Orson’s head, cut in two, was thrown like a cannonball, shattering his head.
Kwiik-Tak. Slam!
A red mute entered the door that was opened on both sides, and the vicious monster quietly closed the open door as if it understood civilization.
“The priests who worked hard all day are sleeping outside, so be quiet. “Let’s finish it quickly?”
“Woo wow!”
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Tuk. Fighting.
dump. Slurp flutter.
It was a strangely quiet room compared to the person who had died.
Excluding the sound of flesh being cut, it’s just the sound of a detached head and body falling to the floor. Even that was barely audible, buried under the soft fur of the finest fur carpet.
“…I’m sorry. Some people need persuasion, but to do that, your numbers need to be reduced a bit. Quite a lot.”
….Kki Iik Tak.
The monster let out the breath it had been holding, scratched its head with its sharp claws, and left the scene of the tragedy behind.
next day. The knights of Hetheln were suspicious that the Allied commanders, who had been shouting loudly since morning, were unusually quiet.
“…What is this smell? “For God’s sake, all of you are armed and follow us! It’s up!”
Clink ding ding ding –
With the sound of the emergency bell ringing belatedly, blood was seeping out from under the closed conference room door and two knights were found unconscious.
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