Chapter.6 In the Name of Glory (18)
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At the moment when the sacred light filled the cavity and spread as if to pierce the sky, the professor was startled and retrieved the hand that was stuck in the devil’s heart.
[item: Nelfia’s Light / Amplification of Holy Power / Indestructible until all remaining Holy Power is consumed (374/4500) / If placed in a place where there is light, Holy Power will slowly recover / Locked / Locked / Locked ] “Wow
! “You almost got screwed!”
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: It’s a waste! If only the devil were a little stronger!
– takealook: That’s right here! It’s only fun if it gets smashed.
– Gongsuraemansugeo: But why are people here so anxious because they can’t see the professor doing well? I guess he’s good at gaming and his personality isn’t that bad, right?
– Jokass: Maybe it’s because the number of new recruits has increased, but there are people like this.
– Highway Nacho Man: Mansu, that’s because I didn’t see you doing this from the beginning. This level is not even in the crisis axis of professor play.
– Soy sauce gay bar: Gorom Gorom. This guy has 90 durability and is one of the bravest heroes that Edeorna and I chased away. No matter how much we curse and throw ourselves into the abyss of despair, we will survive with our tongues fluttering, right?
– Airlift only collection: 90? The durability of a rusted and broken straight sword is 115? How do you do that?
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: How did you mix it? You’re famous in the community these days. The Man of Miracles, Unidentified Hero Collector, Tongue of District 47, ‘professor’. Wow, I have new feelings. It seems like it was only yesterday that a professor was whining about wanting to commit suicide in the District 47 chat room, but now he is the leader of a caravan, a ranker-level broadcaster, and is also called the hope of World 3.
– Muqaba: I still see it now. Without thinking, a 5th rank warlock who was skilled enough to know how to summon demons crawled into the area that had been prepared with all the effort and killed him by feeding him a holy object. Are you saying that he is no longer the professor we used to know who was worried about dying from excessive bleeding just by walking? Ranker, ranker.
– Noru Drug: There’s no need for it, and if the holy relic was destroyed there, the continent’s achievement would have been confirmed! Then I could have just jumped out to the great desert and lived a happy life with Anaya! What a stupid idiot you are, kicking away the opportunity given to you by heaven!
– Speed Wagon: I have to admit that he has a good mind. How did you come up with the idea to use the holy relic in that way?
“No, I’m just a weapon that is hard and has young divine power…”
– Jokass: It’s not a weapon, it’s a holy relic! Nelfia’s light is something you wear around your neck and spray something like a holy ray through a hole in the middle?
“What do you think? If it’s hard and sticks well, it’s a weapon. “Did I know that the Holy Relic would move forward so quickly?”
Thanks to consuming close to 90% of the sacred power in one blow, the devil’s body was not only broken into dust and disappearing, but the fact that I almost blew up the holy object also turned my mentality into dust.
“Oh really. “I was planning to take a quick break on the way, but why did a 5th rank warlock come out?”
The professor grumbled and took Nelfia’s light out of his hand and quickly put it in his inventory, the string around his neck missing. It is said that divine power can be recovered in places where there is light, but this is an area corrupted by a warlock. What if you carry it around for no reason, saying it will photosynthesize, and then you reach a place where there are still traces of black magic and it emits light again? What if the true divine power becomes 0?
The ‘Indestructible’ option meant that this relic was not created according to the laws of physics, but was created with divine power. Probably, the moment the sacred power becomes 0, it does not change to ‘destructible’, but remains as it is! It was obvious that it would break.
“Umm…. I wish I had destroyed the holy relic given to me by the church a few days after leaving for the warrior journey….”
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‘Raturaaaa!!!! Do it! Argh!! ‘Aaaahhh!!!’
‘Why did we let that evil enemy go! Holy relic! The holy relics of Roharam!!!!’
‘It’s a disrespectful act, a painful disrespect that will never be seen again in royalties!’
‘I must kill you!’
‘Take off the skin!!!’
‘Chew the flesh!’
‘Latura!’
‘Laturaaaaa!!!!’
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“It’s scary to even imagine.”
As I was looking at the holy relic with its divine power, I couldn’t help but think of the paladins shedding bloody tears and wielding maces like berserkers. Oh, be scared. Let’s just put this in the inventory and return it nicely.
“Hey- boss! It’s okay-!”
The moment the professor was so shocked, Borka’s voice was heard from above. With the faces of Aldrich and Ottman visible next to them, it seemed like there was no longer any threat around here.
‘but. A sacred power exploded that was enough to destroy the devil’s body. There’s no way ordinary undead would have survived.’
The professor waved his hand upwards to indicate that the situation was over, and then lay down in the hole covered in white powder. At that sight, Otman stuck his body out over the pit and shouted.
“-Hey! professor! “Are you okay?”
Are you okay- are you okay- are you okay-
“Yes! It’s just that I don’t have the strength! “Please pull me up!”
Please give me – please give me – please give me –
A voice echoing in the empty cavity. After a while, water began to seep out of the ground nearby and slowly flow around the professor. It looks like they’re going to use that to pull my body up.
“hmm?”
As I was watching the water rise, I saw something sparkling where the devil’s bone had been swept away by the current.
There was no need to think. It may be a bit realistic, but first of all, where I am now is a game, and I just killed a really big demon, and something came out of its corpse –
“Item!”
Just before the water that had gathered nearby lifted the professor’s body, the professor quickly put the shiny object in his pocket and headed upward along the current that rose like a small pillar.
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Cheolpudeok!
“Oh, let’s put it down a little bit, old man!”
“I’m sorry! I haven’t calmed down yet…”
“Huh? Ah, it was another wizard.”
When they came out of the cave via water, the wizard and Notum who had left behind had joined them.
“Did anything happen over there in Notum?”
“Wow. I saw my fellow countrymen rotten and rotten. Quite a lot. It was hard.”
also. It seems like quite a few undead were sent in the direction where Notum and the wizards are. Lots of undead trolls. That’s a lot of power. They probably planned to capture the weak-looking Notum group alive or use them as a weakness on our side.
“The wet weaklings are very talented. “Thanks to you, it was comfortable.”
“Oh no! If it weren’t for Notum, we would all have died! More than ten large undead were charging at us, but Notum was so desperate to stop us that we had time to complete the spell.”
“Geuuu. Wet human being. kind.”
Notum happily strokes the wizard’s head after hearing his words. They seem to have become closer than before they entered the village.
‘If you fight on the battlefield, risking each other’s lives, you quickly become friends. ‘I feel like Ottman and Borka Aldrich are much closer, right?’
Oh, now that I think about it, I forgot something, but Aldrich reminded me of it.
The professor, who had lost all strength due to the effects of the berserk, rolled over to the side while still lying on the floor and approached Aldrich.
“Aldrich.”
“What is it?”
Aldrich, who had been watching the professor out of the corner of his eye ever since he came out of the cave, was startled when the professor suddenly rolled up next to him and responded.
“Do you have any energy left?”
“If you have the power, do you mean black magic?”
“yes. “I’d like to ask you for something simple.”
“Well, since I don’t have that much remaining magic power, it might depend on the type of spell. “What exactly do you need?”
“First soul art. “I’m going to call the dead warlock and ask him something.”
I happened to catch a monster that was difficult to describe, a ‘warlock who failed to become a lich and ended up in the body of a rampaging demon’, but my goal when I first came to this village was for light rehearsal and information gathering. Why is a warlock who should be having fun creating undead from the high-quality corpses that are piling up on the Western Front, but is stuck in a village in the eastern part of the country, doing nothing but his hobby? That’s what I wanted to ask.
“I know you’re all tired, but I heard this type of spell is easiest when the target has just died and not much time has passed.”
“That’s right. It’s my first marriage….yeah. “That might be possible.”
“Then let me ask you a favor.”
“Can I take a look at you after we’re done?”
“….yes?”
Aldrich’s eyes were burning with a strange desire, like those of a water magician who wandered through a long desert and discovered water.
“He said Nell saw it while it was hanging around your neck. “It’s about two souls living in one person’s body, cooperating in a very friendly way.”
“Nell? “Who is that again?”
“I’ll explain everything later!” So what is the answer?”
“Um…yeah, whatever. “There is nothing that can’t be done.”
The look in his eyes is a bit perverted, but… it’s a normal reaction considering that warlocks are also wizards. Aldrich is a soul mage.
When the professor gave permission, Aldrich gathered up his mana with a smile on his face.
“Hmm. “It’s not that difficult to find because he just died… but his soul is quite fragmented.”
“So… is it difficult to have a conversation?”
“To some extent. Because the soul is memory. wait. I’ll try to gather some of the fragmented souls. Normally, psychics like me are reluctant to do things like this, but…”
Hook!
At that moment, the darkness gathered on Aldrich’s hand suddenly! And then the figure of a whitish old hunchbacked man appeared, shriveled up.
“This is a soul that deserves to suffer, so I can do it without any pressure.”
“Can I ask you now?”
“Oh, wait.” “This too has its own procedures.”
Aldrich rummaged through the bag that Notum had brought, then lifted the dirty curtain the professor had given him earlier to block out the sunlight.
“When the warlock was alive, his power was blocking the sunlight, but now that he is dead, if we don’t do something like this, it will quickly dissipate.”
As expected, as he said, the soul of the warlock who came into the shadows was showing signs of visibly stabilizing. After completing his preparations, Aldrich took a deep breath and began talking to the spirit.
“Listen carefully.”
Sigh –
With Aldrich’s command, the old man’s spirit raised its head.
“Soul of a sinful man, my name is engraved on the Aldrich Cornwell celestial sphere, and I ask you to speak. Tell me what the world called you the moment you took your first breath.”
When the voice that seemed to penetrate Aldrich’s soul rang again, the old man’s soul, which moved unnaturally as if a screw had been missing, answered in a cracked voice.
[Ugh… only. Ulman von Rastea….]
The professor spoke with a surprised expression on the soul’s words.
“Were you a nobleman? “What kind of noble is doing something like a warlock?”
“He looks quite old, so he must be a person from the aristocratic war era. One warlock means one tragedy. Now, if you ask me his name, I will answer everything. “For a warlock, names have quite important meaning.”
“Uh… didn’t you just reveal your real name in front of me?”
“It was just going to be revealed to you anyway. “Because Nell really liked you and your friend.”
“Uh… who the hell is that Nell?”
“Are you planning to keep chatting? “I have an unstable soul, so I don’t know when it will disappear.”
Well, you can’t do that.
The professor, who first approached the soul after Aldrich’s scolding, quickly asked a question.
“Ulman von Rastea. The soul of a warlock. Right?”
[That’s right… The great warlock and master of curses and spirits calls me…]
“Yes, yes. It’s definitely you.
” “He was a very braggadocious friend, not only because of the way he spoke, but also because he ended up throwing out spells that went beyond the limit on a 5th level topic.”
The professor nodded at Aldrich’s words and began asking questions.
“Okay, Ulman. It’s a question. You are a level 5 warlock or higher. Why were you here and not on the Western Front when the war between Mute and Rodrik was in full swing? “Have you discussed anything with Mute separately?”
Warlock Ullman’s soul seemed to ponder the professor’s question for a moment, then frowned, revealing his soul even more deeply.
[Mutation Blood is the history of black magic. Of all created things. It is a masterpiece worthy of being called the best.]
“Yes. You warlocks came together to create Mute. So are you still moving them?”
Whoa!
[Initially. Quinn was weak to pain. We wanted her to grow, and she absorbed numerous test subjects as ordered.]
“Ulman, that’s not the answer to my question. So the queen is now telling you-”
“Shh, don’t fret. That spirit is definitely answering your question. “I’m just going down memory lane.”
While Aldrich was trying to stop the professor who was pressing his soul, Ullman’s soul continued speaking slowly.
[After the Queen’s first family came into the world, they began to look upon us with disdain. But it didn’t matter. Still, Quinn heard us and they still listened to Quinn. It was the third family member that something strange happened. It was after ‘Falcatus of the Morning Star’ was born. All of the Queen’s household were very loyal to the Queen, but this guy was particularly harsh.]
‘Falcatus of the Morning Star?’
– professor: Has anyone heard of it?
– Soy sauce gay bar: None. But anyway, the queen’s children are slightly different for each seed, other than a few that appear unconditionally, right?
– Speed Wagon: It varies depending on the order or the hero units collected by Edeorna, but since the hero units in the world are limited, what will come out in the end depends on the probability, but the output table is the same. If a new child appears that is not in the data at all, it is highly likely that it was created based on player data brought in from outside, not world data.
– Muqaba: Came from the community. The ones that come out unconditionally are five, including Edeor, Zignil Thermakian Dox, and Vazyur, and the ones that vary depending on the seed are Nigmi, Adalua, Yol Touk… and 30 more. Falcatus has never appeared.
‘So you’re saying that’s a member of the Queen’s family based on my player data?’
Now that I think about it, Edeorna sucked some of my blood in Turan. Perhaps the second descendant was born using Charlotte’s information. The third Falcatus was probably created using my information.
“Falcatus. “What did he do that caused this strange incident?”
In response to the professor’s question, the warlock’s soul showed such deep emotions that it changed color.
[That evil, dirty, cunning, insect-like family full of inferiority complex! You fooled all of our warlocks! Seduce the high-ranking warlocks with sweet words and divide them into factions! They took advantage of that opportunity and stole the queen’s heart that the warlocks had kept!]
“This… is amazing information. hmm? “Professor, why do you look like that?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“You look like someone just scooped up shit?”
“…Tsk.”
You’re not swearing at me, but I feel strangely dirty. Instead of killing the warlock’s bastard, I’ll crush you little by little.
Although he was a member of Mute’s family whose face I did not know, he was a professor who felt prickly as he listened to Falcatus being criticized.
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