Episode 1012
Episode 246 Battle for the Great Desert of Mithra (22)
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Kritil, Tushin’s office.
Simat looked at the stack of reports on his desk. Even though staff members posted every other meal, there was almost no space left on the desk.
“Whoa….”
Most of them were reports on the management and supervision of the conquered territories and the residents of the old Lutheran Federation within them, that is, second-class citizens of the Red Ming tribe.
‘That’s funny. In reality, we, the Jeokmyeong people, are shedding blood in the great desert every day, but these lowly bastards are enjoying a good night’s sleep after receiving civil authority from us.’
The reason the Jeokmyeong tribe first declared that they would fight a war without civilian casualties was because they had no choice but to keep an eye on Jin.
Now, they are stopping the senseless massacre because they simply have to keep their word.
‘Well, according to Limagas’ report, those ordinary humans could be helpful when dealing with Ziffle’s Demon Stone in the future. There’s no harm in leaving it alone until then. By imposing only basic simple labor.’
I didn’t have the energy to pay attention to them right now.
The battle for the Great Desert of Mithra was turning into chaos. Just yesterday, two more Tuwangs were summoned.
‘…Jin Runkandel announced himself as the King of Thirteen Fights. He’s probably the last person in line, so the only dangerous people left there are one Tushin and eight Tuwangs. Moreover, the casual fighters are probably not ordinary either.’
If they all survived the tunnel bombardment and escaped, it was an unanswerable number. In particular, it was clear that Tushin could never be said to be the same creation.
Even as the days passed, fate only smiled on the Bamal Alliance. While the Jin and Alliance are able to summon the Fighting Kings even if they stay still, the Red Myeongs have yet to see any significant results even though they are putting in almost all of their power except for the Cree.
Rather, they were only suffering losses.
The red brains of the Red Ming tribe, like those of the Qing Ming tribe and the Ming Dynasty tribe, are naturally produced within the body, but their main source of nutrition is the blood of living creatures.
Therefore, blood was used not only for individual Jeokmyeong people, but also for air fortresses and fleets. Even a small amount of fatigue can generate enormous red blood, but the blood of an ordinary person cannot have much meaning.
A trained warrior, a wizard, a creature with particularly strong powers.
No matter how excellent the efficiency of conversion to red brain was, the blood of the Qingming tribe buryers who rebelled against the imperial family and the blood obtained by hitting the jeep was by no means infinite.
Chiying, Simat pressed the bracelet to send video communication to Limagas.
{Compatriots who commit suicide.}
“Compatriot Limagas, have you gotten any more information about the passage?”
Limagas has been tracking Laprarosa all this time using Partle. I am opposed to Simart using Cree.
{No, dimension errors are more complicated than I expected.}
“Then… it means that it is currently difficult to find a way to prevent even our compatriots from coming out to the outside world.”
{sorry.}
“No, my compatriot did nothing wrong. Anyway, in the end, I made the decision. “But we may need to revise the plan.”
{Are you trying to use Cree?}
“Are you going to stop me again?”
{yes. As I said last time, you should rather use a witch.}
“I thought a compatriot would say that. Yeah, I actually think that’s a bad idea. “From the day my light heart stops using the light of extinction, the only thing left for us is destruction.”
{Then what?}
“I need to use the witch faster. “The people who were expelled from Runkandel said there were circumstances in which they had witches as their allies.”
It was information obtained from the imperial family and Jeep.
“Find them. “I don’t know why they haven’t participated in the battle for the Great Desert so far, but they certainly don’t want Jin Runkandel’s power to grow.”
The moment I said that, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
“Compatriots who commit suicide.”
“Compatriot Andolin, what’s going on?”
“A human came to Kritil who wanted to meet his fellow fighters. He identified himself as Locia Ganesto.”
“At this rate, I think he was eavesdropping on my story.”
“yes?”
“Where is he now?”
“It is the southern gateway.”
“Tell him to stay there. “I’m going out.”
As Simat went up to Cree’s rooftop, a small ship emerged. Simat immediately got on it and flew to the south gate.
Lokia stood quietly in front of the gate, wearing a black robe. The frozen Jeokmyeong gatekeepers could be seen around her.
“Why did you freeze your compatriots?”
“I told you that you would need me by now, but you didn’t believe me. Well, he’s not dead, so you don’t need to worry.”
The unique husky voice seemed to get on my nerves for some reason.
“By the way, I didn’t know you would come out yourself instead of letting me in. Jeokmyeong fighting god, Simat. “Are you more scared than you look?”
“Do I seem like a fool who would let someone with close ties to a witch into the city? Besides, even though they’re outside, they already seem to know everything about us, so there’s no reason to let them in.”
Pssss….
As Simat lightly released his brain energy, the ice surrounding the fighters melted. The fighters immediately came to their senses and retreated from their positions.
Simat quietly looked at Lokia’s shiny eyes inside the hood.
“Isn’t it a ridiculous position to say that I am afraid, Lokia Ganesto? “To the subject who sent self-immolation.”
“Oh, as expected, Changseong is Changseong. I never thought I would recognize it right away. “It’s just that I have no choice but to operate in a spirit form right now, so please understand.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I haven’t even told you the purpose of my visit yet?”
“I’m probably here to teach you how to sabotage the Bamul Alliance and the descendants of Qingming. “Tell me what you want.”
“Ah, if it’s what you want… there’s nothing in particular.”
“what?”
“There is nothing you covet among the things that the enemy clan possesses. “Still, I waited because I thought the dimensional rift would be easily blocked, but seeing how things were going, I realized it wasn’t going to work.”
“That’s because there are witches’ limbs. “You guys are no different from sabotaging the place. Did you come here to start a fight?”
“Unfortunately, I can’t be involved in that part. “The witch has so much to do right now that she can’t pay her attention to it.”
“That’s a ridiculously shallow lie.”
“Believe it or not, that’s your freedom. Anyway, I’m going to give you this.”
Lokia put her hand in the air. Then, for a moment, the space in that area was distorted like dough, and Lokia pulled out a black bead from it.
It was a mass of highly concentrated soul energy.
“The fighting spirit of the Ming Dynasty, half. He has a pet chaos. The name is Ringling, isn’t it cute? “This is, so to speak… something like a rabies agent.”
“…pet chaos?”
“okay. It is a chaotic life form that was originally born with Jin Runkandel as its host… and was absorbed from him by the Battle God Ban. In other words, Ban and Lingling are now one body, and this bead can cause Lingling to go berserk. In other words, the peninsula will also be affected, right?”
“I heard that La Prarosa has never been liberated, and that it was a dimension that only Jin Runkandel could travel to. “How do you know these things?”
“Seeing as you’re asking that, it seems like you want to believe me. Hehe, if I were to answer, let’s just say I tried to recreate it several times.”
There is no way to confirm whether Lokia’s words are true. Simat simply watched her carefully with the insight of her voice.
“Jaehyeon… Even though the sun god is dead, this world is ultimately a by-product of the great creation he left behind. “How can someone like you recreate that?”
“It’s not an important issue right now, so let’s just move on.”
“And if this mass of chaos can so easily destroy Laprarosa’s fighting spirit, why don’t you use it yourself?”
“Yes, that is an important issue. That orb is a bit dangerous for those who embrace chaos. As you can see, I use the power of chaos, as do all Ganestos.”
Lokia held out the bead a little closer to Simat.
Soon Simat took over the marble. This was because he was confident that he could control the marble no matter what kind of trap it was.
The bead did not explode or deform in Simat’s grasp. When I observed it with heightened senses, it was clear that it was just a mass of pure soul energy.
It was pure chaos that only a witch could create. The Ming Dynasty of La Prarosa called this ‘the first chaos.’
“Once, go near La Fra Rosa’s crack and try to break it. Then you will realize how convenient I have given you.”
Lokia’s alter ego was fading quickly. Simat looked back and forth between the spot where she had disappeared and her bead, then pressed her bracelet.
[Compatriots who commit suicide. What did Rokia Ganesto suggest?]
“He gave me a piece of witch’s chaos. They say you can easily defeat La Prarosa’s fighting spirit. “Nothing else was asked of us.”
[That’s even more unsettling. If we use it, we will definitely lose something.]
“She is not a witch, but she made a deal with one of her followers, so it is unlikely that the damage will be extreme.”
[Are you planning on using it right away?]
“okay. Even if you take some damage, it’s not bad if you can take down Laprassa. “From the moment we decided to use witches, excluding Kree and the Light of Extinction, we were ready to lose something.”
Lima Gas nodded her head. She couldn’t use the witch’s power without any consequences. And whatever the cost, it would not be greater than Simat’s life.
“I’m going to the Great Desert again. “Open the portal.”
{I understand, fellow fighter.}
Simat boarded the small ship.
Soon, a huge pillar rose from the center of Kritil. It was the space jumping device of the air fortress Cree.
As the pillar fired red light waves into the sky, a huge portal opened in front of Simat.
Soon, Simat led the small ship and began flying beyond the portal. Several red storms raged through the portal, and then a great desert and an aerial fortress and fleet appeared above it.
Instead of going to Phiville’s bridge, Simat headed towards the complicated, swaying passageway of La Prarosa. An hour had passed since the bombardment was paused, but the area near the passageway was still as hot as boiling lava.
As he approached the passage, he felt the mass of chaos in his hand vibrating. Simat threw it toward the crack and cut it in two with his sword energy.
