Episode 90: The Ghosts of the Ancestors (1)
‘If you don’t know what will come out, just make it useless no matter what comes out.’
That’s what Hugo Les Baskerville said whenever he had to create seven teeth.
He always faced numerous challengers and always brought them down under his sword.
Among those who had challenged Hugo in the meantime, there were many who did unexpected and unpredictable actions such as surprise, assassination, ambush, betrayal, and curse, but in the end, all of them were useless.
overwhelming strength.
In front of that, all variables and surprises are bound to degenerate into mere tricks.
And Bikir was using that teaching as it was on this occasion.
[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.]
It was a little different that the overwhelming strength was not her own, but someone else’s.
< Oxbear >
Risk Level: A
Size: 5m
Location of discovery: Red and Black Mountains 7th ridge
– A very large bear with two huge horns.
Carnivorous bears are the strongest land predators, near-perfect killing weapons, and are known as the strongest and apex of the ecosystem of the 7th ridge of the Black Mountains.
A monster with few natural enemies except for its own kind.
A bear with two huge horns.
Originally, this monster with a height of 5 meters and a weight of 1 ton is one of the most dangerous species even in flood damage.
Even this Oxbear was old with Bikir.
‘…an old, blind female.’
He’s twice as tall as the other Ox Bears. The weight was also heavy on the stomach.
In terms of risk level, it wouldn’t be strange if only this object was rated A+ or higher.
This place where the Iliad takes place was the domain of this old female.
Bikir knew the location of this place from the experience of joint hunting with Iyen, and deliberately made a big fuss to lure the female Ox Bear.
Ahheman, who had never been out hunting, suffered such a disaster because he did not know that.
“Ouch…”
Ahhemman desperately blocked the frothy saliva flowing from his mouth with both hands.
Oxbear listened to the surroundings with his ears pricked up, as if his eyesight wasn’t good.
‘It seems that his eyes, which were already bad, have gotten worse.’
This, too, was something Bikir already knew.
Szeuk-
Bikir quietly fell back.
< The gluttonous fly 'Baalzebub' > / Awl
-1 slot: Burns (Fire) -Cerberus (A+)
-2 slots: Silent Hill -Monsieur Hushu (A+)
-3 slots: Thousand Knuckles -Oxbear (A)
A while ago Thanks to the skill obtained by catching the giant snake Mushufushu, it makes no sound from its footsteps.
On the other hand, Ahheman could only moan in pain as the Cerberus flames were still burning in the wounds left by Bikir.
“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
In addition, the back that was hit by Oxbear’s forepaw just now conveys the shock.
The pain that slowly came to mind and the pain that kept coming in finally twisted Ahhemman’s bloody dry lips open.
“Quaaaaaaaaaaa!”
And Oxbear immediately responded to the sound.
Kwak!
Oxbear slashed Ahhemman’s lower body with a blow.
Ahheman flew round and round like a top and crashed into a tree, causing his legs and back to bend in strange directions.
[Ahh!]
Oxbear once again showed his anger towards the intruder.
[Kying-Kying-]
Hearing the sound of crying from behind, he pricks his ears.
Where Oxbear turned around, two baby Oxbears opened their eyes.
The bright eyes that inform the clever intellect with a strong physique that is not like a baby.
The female oxbear soon gave the intruder a snort and returned to her pups.
At this point, she must have judged that she had sufficiently shown her mother’s dignity and determination.
yet.
Bikir reappeared outside the bush.
Ahheman was lying motionless on the floor.
However, it is clear that the breath is attached, as the sound of trembling breathing can be felt.
The leaves were swaying around
the rustle-pasasac- .
The warriors of Balak, who had been watching the Iliad until now, are gathering.
All the warriors surrounded Bikir and Ahheman.
The winners and losers were very clear. Bikir was unscathed and Ahheman was alive, but literally just barely hanging on.
“It’s over. The winner is decided.”
“At this point, doesn’t it matter whether Ahheman is unfair or not?”
“Regardless of who was innocent, Ahheman was too ugly.”
“I think it turned out very well.”
The warriors each said a word.
Until now, from the Red Plague to the present Iliad, they had each big and small disappointment to Ahheman.
And Ahheman, who listened to the evaluations of himself, was trembling as he lay face down on the floor like a bug.
‘why!? why!’
Ahhemman was screaming.
That guy named Bikir in front of me, what’s the difference between him and you?
Being captured as a slave in a foreign country is the same, but why is that guy walking on a path so different from his own?
Ahheman thought back to the years of shame he had endured and endured.
And everything Bikir enjoys.
youth. The daughter of the chief who followed him. The trust of all colleagues around you. Tribal support and love before the flood. Outstanding ability and brilliant appearance.
Nevertheless, those eyes that were aloof, as if they were not interested in all these things.
“……! ……! ……!”
Ahhemman gnashed his teeth. All of my teeth were falling out, so I even grinded up my gums.
Ahhemman now took his eyes off Bikir and looked into himself.
old. An old shaman who treated himself as a sex toy. Contempt and disregard for all colleagues around. A discarded plaque after being used only by the imperials. Unrecognized ability and now crippled body.
The young man who has everything, the old man who has lost everything, the inferiority complex, the sense of defeat, the hatred, the resentment, the compensation psychology, etc., all boil over.
and.
“…”
Ah-Hun immediately turned his eyes away from Ah-Heman.
last bloodline. Sonja’s disregard ignited Ahheman’s emotions, leading to an explosion.
Meanwhile.
“…”
Ahhun turned his head with his fists clenched tightly.
There was a hand that touched Ahhun’s shoulder.
Bikir. He looks at Ahun with calm eyes.
“How about you take care of it with your own hands?”
“……hate.”
Ah-hun shook his head. It is because he almost lost his sister during the Red Death Incident.
Even my grandfather, I can’t forgive him.
It was also overlaid with sadness and anger for having consistently despised himself and his sister.
But Bikir shook his head.
“It wouldn’t be a bad thing to stay by my side at the last moment. It’s not just for affection, but also to prevent any unforeseen situation…” “Okay
! Such a coward deserves to die! Not worthy of pity! ”
Ahhun removed Bikir’s hand and turned his head once more.
Right then.
Coo-oooooooo!
A strange thing happened.
Dark mana began to form a suspicious air current in various places in the flood sea.
Squeak – Squeak!
The sound of bones interlocking Before long, the corpses of the orangutans, which had been hit by Oxbear’s paws earlier, began to rise again.
They took off their heavy clothes made of rotten flesh and picked up the remains of their skeletons.
At the appearance of the dead, Balak’s warriors flinched.
The corpses of the orangutans soon moved like marionettes with broken strings and walked away, supporting Ahhemman.
yet. Ahhemman raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Bikir, Ahhun beside him, and all of Balak’s warriors beyond.
“……I don’t need them all. All of you.”
Ahhemman announced his renunciation. It wasn’t the Iliad.
It means that I will give up everything I have as a warrior of Balak.
and.
As soon as one Balak disappeared, a Rococo was born.
As soon as Ahheman gave up his pride as a warrior, he took part of the necromancery, which had been taboo until now and was almost practiced even in Rococo.
A forbidden spell that brings back the dead who have returned to the afterlife.
The warriors of Balak, hearing the incantation chanted by Ahheman, looked contemptuous.
“What is it? Another dead person resuscitation technique?”
“It’s really ugly. No matter how shaman you are…”
“But what? There won’t be any more monkeys to revive!”
There are no more dead bodies in this area.
The dead that only Ahhe could raise were, at most, a few orangutans here.
but.
“……!”
Bikir noticed.
The place Ahhemman’s sorcery was heading was not here, but a little farther away.
Vikir turned his head to follow the direction of the black mana flow.
I saw a familiar place there.
The fountain of the brave that flows beneath the valley and waterfall that rises high under the low hills.
It was the ‘Tomb of the Brave’ where Balak’s ancestors were buried.
