162 – Vidad the Red Leech (1)
No. Impossible.
Vidad thoroughly denied the size of the true Harasin, the ones he had estimated.
It is the same principle as not believing in the existence of a person with abilities who have reached the realm of transcendence in magic and swordsmanship at the same time.
And it’s the same logic as not believing in the existence of a person with abilities who have reached the realm of transcendence at the same time in black magic and assassination.
The scale of the true Harassin that Vidard conceived was excessively fanciful.
To the point where you have to feel like an idiot for seriously arguing about the authenticity of something, without any specific denial or anything to do.
But why?
No matter how much Vidad denied it, the gigantic form of the true Harasin nestled in his head showed no signs of collapsing.
Just as the Great Council watches Harasin and the Black Roots.
They also watched the Great Council.
Many of Harasin’s direct line masters have been ousted.
One of Harasin’s eight arms fell.
The incarnation of the Devil Count Gluttony hidden by the Black Root Church has been slain.
In that short period of time!
It was a major event that felt that Harasin and the Black Root Church were in danger of survival.
It was a task that could not be accomplished even if all the great families and Paradens belonging to the Great Council did their best.
However, while such a great cause was being accomplished, they could not detect any movement in the Great Council.
That meant that the great family belonging to the Great Council and a group of third parties other than Paraden had moved.
And it meant that the group’s information and power exceeded that of the Great Council.
It was as if he had a prophecy with the plans and movements of God Hara and the Black Root Church written on them.
How much information would you need to make that possible?
An unrealistic ability to mobilize power, as if a being with transcendental power was acting personally.
How much power would be needed to make that possible?
The more Vidad denied the true Harassin again and again – their gigantic scale only became clearer.
Even the undeniable evidence was unfolding before my eyes.
Almighty eyes. Frost breath.
They are young monsters who are famous for not giving emotions to others.
It is unlikely that they took part in the mission to show sincerity or goodwill to someone personally.
That is. They have been ordered
Therefore.
The participation of the two young geniuses in the mission means that the true god Hara can exert direct influence on the great family.
It was clear evidence that it had a huge scale that made it possible.
“… “
Bidad, who recognized and acknowledged the existence of a huge enemy, the true Harasin, could not escape the shock for a while.
But after a while.
What came to his lips was a satisfied smile.
“That’s how it happened.”
***
The incarnation of the Earl – The Devourer, who occupied a large part of the Black Root Church’s military power.
Its sudden death left a huge gap in the plans of the Black Roots.
The Black Root Church has been coiled here in Arien to make up for the void through high-quality ‘sacrifices’.
I was laying the groundwork for future activities.
However, in the process, a letter containing important information was stolen by Paraden.
At the time, Vidad expected Paraden to follow suit in a month or so.
It was expected that it would take that much time for Faraden to destroy his barrier protecting his letter.
-The pursuit has already caught up?
However, the expectation was greatly missed, and immediately after the correspondence was stolen, Paraden’s pursuit began.
Vidad felt more uneasy about the fact that Paraden’s pursuit had been accelerated than the fact that his barrier had been destroyed so quickly.
-My barrier was broken so easily! Nonsense!
Absolute pride as an 8-star warlock.
This was the reason Vidard took the risk to kidnap the members of Paraden who were pursuing him.
How the Paradens destroyed their barriers so quickly- I felt like if I didn’t figure out the reason right away, the scars on the warlock’s pride would fester and I’d lose my mind.
That’s how we got to now.
Vidad acknowledged the existence of the true God Hara, and healed the wounds in his pride.
‘They didn’t break my barrier.’
Paraden didn’t get the information by breaking the barrier on the letter.
He judged that he had obtained the information through the true God Hara.
‘Of course.’
When you think about it, it makes sense.
There was no way that his barrier could be broken so easily.
In Vidard’s opinion, there is only one being that can do that.
The only black magician that Vidard admits is greater than himself.
It was only the leader of the Black Root Church.
Yes.
He is above me.
There is a great being above him.
The Great Congress.
The true Harassin.
No matter how great their age-
That’s a story from the standards of us insignificant mortals.
A great being is nothing.
“Ah… “
Bidad realized that the barrier was not broken and shook off the delusion he felt as a black magician.
He has regained his true form.
Insanity clung to the corners of his dark red lips and eyes.
“Looking at it again, it can’t be this beautiful-“
“… !”
Feeling an unsettled atmosphere in Vidad, Raya’s party immediately went into battle.
“Almighty eyes and frost breath… “
Vidard let out an excited sigh and twisted his body.
“So cool… so lovely… “
Almighty eyes and frost breath.
The golden buds who eventually rise to the realm of superhumans, and perhaps reach the realm of transcendence like Daeju.
These two were monsters that would inevitably be reborn as the biggest obstacles for the Black Root Church to achieve its cause.
The fact that those two appeared in front of Vidard was obviously a crisis, but-
“I can’t be so defenseless… “
It was a second-to-none opportunity.
A chance to catch and eat an immature monster before it becomes an adult that can’t handle it.
A chance to make a quality offering to ‘Him’.
If those two monsters were dedicated to a great being – surely enough would fill the void left by the death of the glutton’s incarnation!
“Guys, you’re tempting me right now. Me. Won’t you put up with it?”
Smile.
The madness hanging from the corners of Vidard’s eyes and mouth finally created a perfect madness.
Jurruk.
Blood started pouring from his eyes and mouth like a waterfall.
Blood began to flow from the roofs of nearby buildings.
Blood began to boil from the cracks in the pavement.
Blood Jade invited them.
***
Vidad’s dungeon. Any square.
Level 5 Adventurer Party The yellow shoes were trapped there.
“Damn it, open! It will open!!!”
Kang!
Kang!
The leader of the 5th-level adventurer party, Miroi, a 5-star person with abilities, was pounding the bar with his mace with all his might.
With her blunt skills, she can easily bend and destroy ordinary barricades.
“What the hell! What the hell!!!”
As Miroi wielded her mace in her trance, she looked back at the circumstances of her being trapped here.
They received a request and were searching there in search of a missing person in the back alleys of District 4.
Criminal gang in control of the back alleys?
I wasn’t afraid.
No matter how much they were, they couldn’t mess with the 5th grade adventurers’ party.
That’s what a 5th-level ability person is.
Special area!
Even if you were a commoner, if you reached level 5, you would be treated like an aristocrat.
At the same time, I was treated like a monster.
One of them could take on dozens of burly combatants of the incompetent.
Even if the entire villagers rushed at it, even the huge monster could not be handled, and the 5th graders were able to easily defeat it.
Recently.
Miroi, who reached the level of 5 stars in his late 30s, was benefiting from it.
The skin, which had lost its elasticity and wrinkled skin, regained its luster as if it were a girl who had just welcomed her youth again.
Wherever I went, I received eyes of admiration and awe.
The most exciting thing was when she went back to her hometown.
The entire district of the small town where Miroi grew up held a grand banquet to celebrate her 5-star achievement.
All the people in the city who were doing their best tried to win her favor.
Asking her to work at her own firm.
She said that if she worked in the guard for a certain period of time, she would be given the position of captain of the guard.
She will inherit an aristocratic family and she won’t marry his younger son!
Miroi She has recently been living her life feeling as if she has become the main character and center of the world.
Then yesterday.
She ran into him while searching her back alleys in District 4.
It’s beautiful. Handsome. But it’s bizarre.
The red-and-black man, who had been creating a suspicious atmosphere, found a maze party and um- snorted in satisfaction.
It’s as if you found fruit in good condition at the market.
Just right. Snapped her fingers
In an instant, blood gushed from the ground and covered them.
And when I came to my senses, I was living in this place, inside the bars, waiting to die.
Irrational. Other than that, nothing else came to mind.
Surely, right up until just before that, I felt like the main character of the world had become the center.
There was no sense of reality.
It was like having a dream – the most terrible nightmare.
But now that I think about it- the worst nightmare I’ve ever had.
It seemed that it was neither as terrible as this nor as unjust as this.
The black magician she faced was such a being.
A more terrifying, unjust and unreal existence than a nightmare. Strength.
The very thing he had only heard of – the existence that broke the wall.
Is it a 7-star talent?
As a 5-star talent, Miroi had the confidence to overcome any adversity.
“Please… ! Please… “
Then her mace fell to the floor.
Tumbling.
Her arms trembled like the feeble legs of a newly born foal standing on the ground.
Miroi literally poured all her strength into breaking her scratch and escaping.
For the next few days, she won’t be able to use her arms, strength, or mana.
However, only insignificant scratches remained on the bars, like someone scratching their skin after being bitten by an insect.
“Ha ha ha…”
Miroi lost strength in her legs and collapsed on the spot.
“We will die…”
“What did I do…”
“I wasn’t coming…”
Miroi’s party members were already in a state of hope.
In the center of the prison where they were now imprisoned was a leech the size of a man’s legs, which looked like a red snake-.
When it first crawled into the prison, Miroi and her party members were envisioning a bright future.
-Okay, got it!!!
-That’s it! Now, if you just break the bar…!
I thought the loathsome monster I finally defeated after a desperate fight was the familiar guarding the dark mage’s dungeon.
So, having defeated the familiar guarding the dungeon, he knew all he had to do was break the bars and get away before the absent warlock returned.
-Now, wait- What is that…?
However, they found lumps gathered in every corner of the corridor outside the bars.
It was a cluster of leeches that they defeated after a bloody battle.
The leeches they defeated in bloody battles were only a fraction of the colony that for some reason woke up before hundreds of others.
-…
-…
Miroi and the others struggled to get out of the bars, praying that the leech wouldn’t wake up.
However, the seemingly ordinary bars were harder than anything they had ever seen in their lives.
More than the rugged skull of a 5th grade monster that destroyed a village.
More than a steel shield with all the mana of a rank 5 criminal.
The iron cage- It was not an object that existed in the world they lived in.
This wasn’t the world they were supposed to be in.
That’s how it got to now- Even Miroi, the head of the party, gave up hope.
As if the process was the completion of the recipe – the leeches broke away from the lump just in time and started to stir.
Without delay, they crawled to the iron cage where the Miroi party was confined.
“Ha ha ha ha ha…”
“This is how it really ends…”
“What a f*cking life…”
A shadow of despair was cast over the faces of Miroi and the party members.
At that time.
The most energetic leech that arrived first It was the moment when he dug between the cages with ravenous movements.
Kwajik!
“… Huh?”
Miroi and the party members doubted their own eyes.
It was a leech that remained intact even after they attacked for a long time with their weapons.
The leech was stepped on by someone’s foot and exploded to death.
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Like a truly nothing worm being trampled to death.
Could the boots worn on those feet be high-level artifacts?
Even at the moment when the Miroi party members were blankly thinking about that, their feet moved without rest.
Kwajik!
Puck!
The sound of insects being crushed.
The sound of insects popping continued non-stop.
Boom!
Next to the leech was the bar.
With just one kick, the lock on the bar was destroyed, and the bar was opened.
“Is everyone okay?”
He was a man with an unusual combination of black skin and short silver hair.
“Are you…?”
That moment.
The shadow of despair that seemed like it would never disappear was cast over the faces of Miroi and the others, and it was easily removed.
“Paraden.”
By just three words that the man spat out as if that would be a sufficient explanation.
***
Miroi still seemed to be dreaming.
This time it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a dream.
Paraden. Window of the Great Council.
Guardian of Continental Peace.
They’re coming to save you!?
Miroi watched with sparkling eyes the back of Paraden, who led the way through the dungeon.
“Uh…! Dae, Daewon-nim, over there-…!”
Then he shouted to the crew who was removing the leeches.
The bloody undead was approaching from the other side, spewing inexhaustible blood.
“…!”
That’s it.
That’s the real jailer guarding this dungeon.
At the appearance of a being with a powerful and evil energy that was incomparable to leeches, Miroi and the others felt an overwhelming fear.
If they had encountered the undead without Paraden, wouldn’t they have let go of their will to live?
Like that – The undead created by the mighty black magician created overwhelming morale that ordinary humans could not handle.
“Ah…! Captain, we are together…!”
Paraden’s crew went straight to such an undead.
It was no different from when I was a leech.
It was just one punch.
Boom!
A roar like a rock falling from the sky filled the place.
An undead whose upper body has been blown away.
As if it were junk, the crew kicked it indifferently and blew it into the corner.
“Eggplant.”
And then, as if nothing had happened, I resumed my walk.
Creepy!
Creepy laughter spread across the faces of Miroi and the others.
“Oh my God-“
“What am I looking at…?”
“That Paraden…?”
They have been reflecting on the emotions they felt after hearing the story of a great hero in their childhood.
Miroi thought.
Ah.
That’s the main character of the world.
That’s the center of the world.
That’s a hero.
She suddenly became curious.
This dungeon.
What kind of face is that hero who can easily destroy this terrible nightmare that has no ideals?
“Sir!”
Miroi followed him with quick steps and stood next to him.
And it must be extremely solemn and majestic-
“… Huh?”
The figure of the hero was not there.
“f*ck… What else is that…”
It was hard to believe.
The hero’s face was superimposed on the images of his colleagues in prison.
Why? How?
That expression on the great hero’s face?
Miroi looked at the hero’s gaze with a bewitched face.
“…Ah.”
Dungeon – After escaping from the nightmare, a true nightmare unfolded in front of them.
The world of images created by 8-star black magicians greeted them.
A hell created by blood.
In the center, two majestic pillars stood out.
The identity of the pillar was a bridge.
The bloody giant, whose knees could only be seen even if his neck was bent as far back as possible, was blaspheming the sky.
Miroi’s sense of reality was paralyzed by the unreal sight, and she just accepted it.
If that’s the case, even Paraden’s heroes might not be able to handle it.
Then who the hell is that?
“A bloody giant… A demon prince…? Why is that here-“
At that time. Someone approached Paraden and talked to him.
“Magan.”
It was a voice that seemed to rise from the abyss of the abyss.
“This voice…!?”
A large assailant, wrapped in darkness and covering his face with an unusual mask, approached Mageon before he knew it and was standing there.
That moment.
Magan stopped caring about the blood giant at all.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the assailant.
Margan thought at that overwhelming presence.
“Before being a member of Paraden, Mageon was a true member of Harasin. Are you ready?”
Perhaps the problem right now might not be the Devil Archduke.