My Villains Episode 278
52. The Ancient Gate (6)
Looking back, after I fell into this world, I always tried to build knowledge, or common sense.
No wonder. Understanding where you live is a matter directly related to your ability to survive.
Learning was very easy. Once I jumped into society and bumped into my body while studying, I had no choice but to learn quickly.
In addition, it was equipped with the appearance of a local, a strong body, and language skills at the level of the mother tongue, so there were almost no obstacles in the process.
I even had great teachers.
No matter what question I asked, he would explain it in an easy-to-understand way while tickling his chin. Thanks to having received a high level of education since childhood, she was said to have far more knowledge than most nobles.
Thanks to his help, I was able to revive the knowledge that was dormant in Phoenix’s head and make it completely mine.
oh i miss you
It’s only been about 10 days since we broke up, but when I think of the blue eyes, wavy hair, the subtle scent of lime, and the warm body temperature, my heart sinks and my breath stops a little.
The soft skin that has been engraved on my head and chest for the last three days, my face distorted with joy, my new voice, my breath brushing my collarbone, I tried to comfort myself with my white fingertips, but it was not easy.
anyway.
Through that study, I also came to know how the people of this world understand the world.
The world is made up of nine dimensions, and the ‘Middle World’, the dimension in which humans live, is located in the middle of the dimensions, as its name suggests.
Also, in the middle of the middle world, there is a huge land where the kingdom of Milano and Mittergerant are located.
There was no special name for this huge land, so the people living here simply called it ‘continent’ or ‘land’.
At one time this vast land belonged to an empire. And now, the kingdom established by the power of the conqueror and the empire created by the harmony of the electors are divided and occupied by the sultanate that has risen after defeating the oppressor.
Each of these countries inherited tangible and intangible heritage from ancient empires.
Intangible heritage is integrated into people’s way of thinking, society, language and culture, and it is difficult to feel it unless they are individually selected.
But the tangible legacy is different. Right now, this road, on which our party is standing, was built in the days of the ancient empire.
The road, which was built solidly by laying several layers of gravel or clay and covering the top layer with flagstones, remained relatively intact even hundreds of years after the empire collapsed.
This road probably isn’t anything special. This is because nine out of ten roads connecting castles and villages were still roads of the ancient empire.
Gado was not the only thing the ancient empire left behind.
Towers installed in places frequently haunted by sewage monsters left underground in South Harbor and other cities, marble baths located in hot springs near fortress volcanoes, and lighthouses on remote islands in the open sea were all relics of the ancient empire. The same was true of the gateway
that now appeared in front of our group
.
“hmm. It is a wonderful scenery.”
“What is it?”
After responding appropriately to Utequai’s impression, I looked at the gate again.
The ancient gateway was located in a fairly wide area, even in a canyon. However, judging from the remaining traces, there is no doubt that the gateway once completely blocked the wide canyon.
It seems that even such a large gate could not be blocked through the years, and the structure in front of me looked half-destroyed.
The cylindrical pagoda bends at the waist, revealing the inner flesh at an angle, and the arched gate tower leans outward conspicuously. The thick stone walls were black with moss and soot, and reached almost 45 meters in high parts, while the lower parts practically touched the ground.
“Looks like no one is there.”
A veteran conjurer approached and said while fiddling with the handle of the sword. Perhaps because the sun was slowly setting, his face hardened with alertness.
“It was to be expected.”
“Yes, I was expecting that there would be at least some merchants staying or bandits coiled up.”
“I didn’t know that thief and expectations were words that went well together.”
No matter how old it is, the gateway blocking the road is clearly a military facility.
So, usually, lords stationed and managed troops if there was a gate in their territory, and if they did not have the capacity to do so, they completely destroyed it.
This is because it would be a headache if it became a den of thieves.
The gateway in front of them was also old, but it seemed that its value as a defense facility still remained. Even so, it didn’t feel like it was popular.
“What kind of vampire would you care about in a valley like this?”
Not too long ago, this region of Gistol was under the rule of Count Mattianver, a vampire.
Even the village of Seongha was devastated by hunting and preying on Yeongjimin, and there was no way the gateway to such a remote place was intact.
While I chatted with the mercenaries, Ungchin looked at the gate with his hand on his eyebrows. Wearing a sunshade while the sun is setting and dusk is spreading is sure to appeal to the fact that it is doing its job.
WO ” =…….
The human radar, whose agility reached a whopping 41 points, shook its head after a while. It means you don’t feel anything.
Even after checking the bundle, why doesn’t the foot come off? The shadow of the gateway cast by dusk gave off an ominous atmosphere.
“I smell blood.”
said Heyla, who took the reins of her black warhorse.
Her favorite horse, Eultonize, was loaded with Hrunting and miscellaneous items in the saddle, but she showed no sign of exhaustion.
On the other hand, the horse Spotted, who was chasing after Altonise’s tail without a leash, looked as if he would ram his nose into the ground at any moment.
“…the smell of blood?”
“huh. Although very blurry.”
At Heila’s assertion, Mundchi groaned and shut her mouth. And secretly twitched his nose.
He seems to be sniffing it in case he missed something, but no matter how human Rey was, his sense of blood couldn’t match Heila’s.
“Are you on a level to be wary of?”
“well. The smell is so faint that I don’t even know if it’s human traces.”
“okay? Hmm…
After thinking for a while between the two longswords ‘Black Ice’ and ‘Morning Star’ I took from Renka, I picked the latter.
As the night quickly approached, the boundaries of the shadows were blurred. Thanks to this, the morning star’s white blade emitted a faint light.
As a signal for me to draw my sword, the mercenaries also raised their weapons. A few went up to the carts pulled by the speckles and took out torches and lit them.
The mercenaries scattered in pairs in pairs with me leading the way toward the archway in front.
Golman, holding a round shield he made himself and holding a thick iron club, looked at the trajectory of the light and then glanced back.
“…Nothing”
“Shh-”
It was heavy soldier Dervish who stopped him. Wearing thick scale armor and carrying a heavy iron shield over her shoulder, she held a torch and looked around cautiously.
Dervish, who was holding a curved sword that could be used by a nudein and wearing steel gloves and a helmet with a chain lifter for the shin guard, looked completely different from usual. His mischievous yet generous appearance was nowhere to be found, and even a glimpse of life was reflected in his dark yellow eyes.
Gollman, frozen by those eyes, took a backward step without even realizing it. Dervish tapped him on the shoulder with his elbow and whispered.
“Don’t be fooled and follow me. Shut your mouth.”
“Yes, yes.”
Golman, who happened to be on a team with Dervish, made up his mind and corrected the iron club.
It would be a big deal if you made a mistake that could be blamed for no reason and ended up in the same situation as his friend Cavas.
It was a toil that I did not want to imagine having my whole body bent here and there under the weight of Mr. Hatanka’s huge body every morning.
The two searched step by step under the old castle wall, lighting a torch.
In the meantime, Goleman discovered unusual things. There were large wooden planks on the floor, and at each corner there was a block of stone the size of a human head.
“What is that dervish?”
“It must be a well.”
“A well?”
“uh. Stop worrying and follow me. There are stairs here.”
Dervish finished the whisper and moved forward. But Goleman couldn’t take his eyes off the planks that covered the well or something.
So he moved slowly to the nearest board. Then he began to remove the weights and planks.
“…Golman? what are you doing?”
Derby Shih, noticing Goleman’s strange behavior, quickly ran to him.
In that moment, all the weight stones and wooden planks had been removed, and a well that could have been two meters in diameter opened its pitch-black mouth toward the sky.
“Hey kid. What are you doing?”
“yes? No, I just always felt it. It’s a bit cumbersome to boil snow and eat it. It’s just a matter of pumping water from a well.”
He continued his gibberish as he looked down into the deep, dark well.
“But there is no bucket. Even a pulley. Shall we lower a rope or something?”
“What the hell kind of bullshit-”
Goleman was staring down the well, not even looking at the dervish. Sensing that something was wrong, Dervish shook violently at Gollman’s shoulder with the hand holding the curved sword.
“…oh shit.”
What she faced was Gollman’s two black eyes, without whites. The startled Dervish swears and backs away, and Goleman collapses like an unraveled doll.
“here-! Everyone, look at this!”
The shouts that broke the vigilant silence drew attention to the mercenaries scattered here and there at the gate.
“Damn it, wake up! hey!”
Dervish urgently checked Gollman’s condition. I tried to shine his face with a torch, but his eyes were still black and he was talking nonsense that I couldn’t understand.
“Hey Golman! Come to your senses-” Just when the mercenaries noticed the change and approached, Golman suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand. The suddenly strangled Dervish opened his eyes.
“The apostle of death said to the last lord, ‘Death is to me lack, agony, suffering, obsession, life, to sing a song at the time promised to you, everything in heaven and on earth, heavenly and earthly things, ecstasy without distinction’” Bahk
!
It was Dervish who was gasping for breath who put an end to Golman’s incoherent muttering. Golman, who was hit hard by fists wearing iron gloves, collapsed on his side with his eyes and eyes open.
“Huh, what kind of power is this?”
“Dervish!”
Surprised mercenaries came rushing in, and Phoenix, who stepped forward while breaking through them, asked with a firm face.
“What is a dervish? What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know *cool* either. X-arm suddenly opened the well and started talking strangely like a possessed bastard. Apparently, that well-”
“0 Water 2”
Phoenix strode towards the well and held out his longsword.
Is it because of the mood? The light emitted by the white blade seemed to gradually grow stronger as it got closer to the well.
“…What is this?”
“It’s a devil.”
Unknowingly, Utequai, standing shoulder to shoulder with Phoenix, knelt down on one knee and looked down deep into the well.
“A devil?”
“right. Devil’s Land beyond the Forbidden River. It is like there.”
“…There’s no way that it’s a devil- no, that can’t be the case. Why already?”
While Phoenix was uncharacteristically flustered, Mungji opened his wrist crossbow and held the Unsword in reverse before he knew it.
“I can hear you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s a moving sound. many.”
Heila, who had been silent in the confused atmosphere, approached the well wearing the gloves of the Milky Way. Then, he slightly narrowed his forehead and raised his magic power.
“It smells like blood. I must prepare.”
“shit.”
Phoenix immediately turned around and shouted at the mercenaries.
“Dust proof! Prepare for battle!”
The mercenaries, who were raising tension enough, began to unite without any sign of embarrassment or surprise.
By the time they dragged the stunned Gollman and horses and hid them in a half-collapsed tower, they built a shield wall using a cart and surrounding structures.
follow and follow.
Strange signs began to be heard. It sounded like a ball of water soaked in water hitting a dry stone wall.
Then, ‘Chijik Chik!’ There was also a very heavy and loud sound.
“…where did you hear this?”
Phoenix muttered that and shed blood through Death King’s scaled handcuffs. A handful of blood flowed out, growing in size alone, drawing a circle and hanging from my wrist.
Heila, staring at the scene, slowly reached out toward the well.
Tuwoo-!
The bullet of the star that jumped out through the tip of the index finger jumped into the black mouth. Looking at the bullets flying a bit slower than usual, Phoenix thought of flares.
Whoops.
The starlight that cut through the darkness brightly lit up the dark stomach.
Black and yellow mottled fur, long beard and tail, a body about half that of a human, rusty red spear blades, and an incalculable number of heads.
“Ratman.” As soon as Phoenix finished muttering, the star’s bullets pierced three or four of the crowd climbing up the well.
Chijik jjik!
Jjiik-!
Some of the impatient ratmen smelled the blood and lost their temper too soon. They climbed towards the ground and threw themselves at the corpses of their comrades.
At that moment, Heila snapped/snapped her fingers.
A red flower bloomed in the well. The flower rotated furiously, grinding all sides, and swallowing the product through it, growing in size.
The spinning red flower descended into the darkness. The horrifying chorus of ear-piercing rodents faded away.
Haila, who had shattered hundreds of lives in what seemed like 15 seconds, was silent and just looked down the well.
“this.”
Utequai murmured with a broken expression, clutching a shocking warhammer in his left hand and a felfire whip wrapped around his right.
“Are you done?”
“…Ah, this bastard really.”
Phoenix groaned, and at the same time, the bundle grabbed his arm and took a backward step.
“Behind Poi.”
“why? Really?”
“Not one.”
Munch continued as he attached a small glass bottle to the arrowhead of his wrist crossbow.
“Well.”
“…Uh then.”
Before Phoenix finished speaking, ‘Tadadadadadadak!’ Loud gicheok filled the everywhere. At the same time, weight stones and wooden planks scattered here and there began to rattle.
“It was wrong. It’s not over.”
Utequai conjured up magic and planted both feet into the ground. The zelkova tree’s root tattoo flashed and steam began to rise from his shoulder.
“Heyla?”
Feeling empty for no reason, Phoenix turned around and found Heila standing behind the mercenaries’ square.
“…. .What are you doing?”
“A little rat.”
“A little mouse?”
She had an expressionless face, but her already white face had turned pale like a handmade paper, and she opened her mouth calmly.
“huh. I don’t like it very much.”
“…I don’t think it’s that much.”
Just before Heyla could say anything, a wooden plank near the gate split in half and a huge figure came out.
“…Ratman. What rat man is that?”
“These X-arms”
mercenaries made absurd expressions when they saw the huge human-like monster.
A bald head with a wide open mouth and no hair, a depressed nose, a figure that looked more than 3 meters tall, arms that stretched below the knees, and a fat body with large muscles.
“That’s an ogre!”
Fritz was only half right. It wasn’t an ogre, it was an ogre and a ratman.
Chick Chick!
On the nape of the ogre’s neck, which gave off a stinky smell, a man much taller than a normal ratman was sitting on it, clutching a two-meter long spear.
“Ah, that’s disgusting.”
Looking back at Munchchi’s words, the ogre was in a much more terrible state than I thought.
A rope of unknown origin was stuck in the empty eye socket.
A large ratman held the rope like a rein, but the ogre, instead of beating its chest with its characteristic roar, crawled on all fours.
And what’s even more surprising is,
“Eggan! Eat it!”
It is true that Ratman aka ‘Ogre Rider’ was threatening by speaking human words!
The time when the mercenaries made dumb faces, forgetting the loud signs that filled the
“crazy” everywhere.
“Athar- Marta (Mother- God)!” With a roar that echoed through the mountain valley, the chain wrapped in red flames struck the Ogre Rider.
Ratman, who was pinned to his side by a thick chain, died without making a sound, and the ogre hit on the top of his head fell forward, pouring out something whitening from his broken head.
“Mmm-!”
As he straightened his grip on the flaming chain whip, Utequai let out a sound that might have been a laugh or a growl.
And wooden planks were broken in all directions, and an uncountable number of ratmen poured out at once.
