82. planning and planning (1)
iron puck.
This is the fifth. Arjen looked at the bodies scattered on the floor, tucked his tongue, and kicked it. These guys had quite a bit of resistance. It wasn’t a level that Arjen couldn’t handle, but the way he resisted was terrible. He made meat shields by blocking his followers, or implanted fragments of calamity into them and turned them into monsters.
“Do you think you can run away?”
But even with all those methods, the demon worshipers couldn’t get away. Bishop Andre and the heretic inquisitors under him skillfully and quickly arrested them. If they showed signs of turning into monsters, they were killed; if not, their limbs were cut off and restrained.
“Stupid bastards… .”
A demon worshiper whose left arm had been cut off and dripping black blood giggled and laughed as thick as blood. The beaten face was in a state of disrepair. Bishop Andre laughed nonchalantly and pulled the guy’s hair back.
“It’s already late. It’s already too late… . Even when the end comes, there is reason for everything. If not, I have no choice but to force it.”
“It would be great if you could tell me specifically what your delay is.”
The bishop heated his dagger with a holy spell. A warm, ghastly aura enveloped the dagger, and without hesitation the bishop brought the dagger to the amputation of his arm.
“Quaaa!!”
“Don’t just scream. Let’s say something. The longer you speak, the more painful it is.”
The demon worshiper’s eyes glistened. Something was shaking in those eyes. The bishop tucked his tongue, kicked it, and cut the worshiper’s throat intact. The decapitated body of the worshiper wriggled on the floor, pulling out insect-like limbs. Bishop Andrew kicked the corpse and threw it to the corner of the building.
“It’s really annoying to change when you’re wrong.”
Arjen stared at the pile of corpses. Then why did he accept Bishop Andrew’s proposal? Was it because I kept looking back on the past while I was there? For what am I doing this now? Arjen shook his head to get out of the chaos that kept eating him.
request. just a mission
“I can’t even see the convenient guy like back then.”
“In the first place, human beings didn’t even exist. What do you want from a den of serious criminals?”
As Bishop Andre said with a frown, Arjen nodded. Most of them were implanted with fragments of disaster as a last resort. If you think you’re going to be caught and interrogated, the way you turn into a monster. The investigation was being narrowed down based on information from the demon worshiper in Baktins, but no additional useful information came in.
“Let’s take a break and search the building once. It’s clear they were trying to do something here.”
Bishop Andrew took out a cigarette pack from his bosom and held it up. Bishop Andre, with a cigarette in his mouth, suddenly looked at Arjen and held out a pack of cigarettes. Arjen took the cigarette and put it in his mouth without refusing. The bishop heated the dagger and lit it on fire. It was a cigarette for a long time. When he inhaled a long cigarette, the smoke caught in his throat and caused a rejection reaction. Arjen let out a small cough and let out the smoke.
“How is your job?”
“… what’s going on is there any difference I get paid, and I just do the work I get paid for.”
“Is there any other reason you thought you would leave Isis?”
Arjen narrowed his eyes and inhaled again.
“Even if I am attached to Isis. It would have just collided. It might end if I just obey Isis’ words, but… .”
Arjen shook his head. That doesn’t solve the underlying problem. You can calm the confusion that blooms in your heart, but you can’t find an answer.
“Well, I see.”
Bishop Andre answered insincerely and smoked a cigarette. Then he took out an ashtray and put the butt in it.
“That would be something for you to think about. If you need help, I will help without refusal, but I will not be fooled. As long as it doesn’t interfere with work.”
“I know my job well. I’ll try my best not to affect you, so don’t worry unnecessarily.”
When Arjen dropped the butt to the ground with a sigh, the bishop dutifully collected the butt and put it in the ashtray. Arjen snorted at the bishop’s eccentric habits.
“People cut it up casually, but they do a good job collecting cigarette butts.”
“Just because you kill people casually doesn’t mean you can throw cigarette butts anywhere.”
Bishop Andrew rose from his seat, as always, talking about ‘correct sophistry’. Arjen watched him with a shocked look on his face, then shook his head and stood up.
“Bishop.”
A Heretic Questioner approached them.
“There, a door like the entrance to the basement was found. I rolled up the rug in front of the fireplace and saw a keyhole. The energy that leaks out is quite strong.”
The bishop looked back at Arjen and nodded.
“Let’s go. Maybe I’ve found a good clue.”
Each Heretic Questioner took out a lantern and lit it. Unable to find the key, the bishop destroyed the entrance and took out a dagger.
“It’s openly reciprocal. It also smells bad. There must be quite a few dead down here. What the hell are you doing… .”
The Heretic Questioners took out their weapons and started charging. The smell got worse as we went down the stairs. The unique aura exuded by the worshipers of evil spirits was also strong, to the point where it seemed hazy in the form of a black mist.
“… What kind of basement is this deep?”
Arjen murmured. It seemed that there was a space wide enough for a cool breeze to come up the stairs. The stairs and walls are illuminated by the light of the lantern. Blood stains are smeared. After going down for a while, the Heretic Questioners arrived at the basement. And, after confirming the sight the light of the lantern showed, everyone froze at the same time.
“This, what the hell are you trying to do… .”
A white, empty space. Rather, it was so large that it seemed right to call it a cavity. And below that, a huge inverted pentagram was drawn. No, it was made.
“That… Aren’t they all human?”
People and naked corpses made up Yeokgakseong. Was it in the middle of performing some kind of sorcery, or was it that the sorcery had already ended? Bishop Andrew approached the piles of corpses with a confused look on his face. I remembered the guy I just knocked down.
‘It’s already late… It’s already too late… .’
What did you mean it was too late? Did you say you saw this?
“Form like a ritual… .”
Bishop Andre muttered, frowning. Consciousness. Speaking of rituals they will perform, worship. No, this energy cannot come from a simple worship ceremony.
“… Summons?”
no way. The bishop contorted his face and looked up. Arjen’s frozen eyes met Bishop Andrew’s. Something was about to happen, somewhere they didn’t know.
At that time, Arjen had said so.
‘Do you think that a person who tries to protect other people’s world in a situation where even the things in my hands are unstable will be able to keep the things in their hands intact? Even if it’s a hero.’
I didn’t know. I knew at least what was in my hands and what was not in my hands. Can it be said that a person has never held anything in his hands in his life? Aren’t you afraid of losing him?
“… I feel very dirty.”
I woke up and muttered that. The weather was approaching with bitter cold. The colder days also meant that disaster was approaching. I kicked off the blanket with my foot. Cold air spread from his chest to his legs and toes. Resisting the urge to cover myself with the blanket again, I sat up.
“It snowed.”
I muttered as I blankly looked out the window. The first snow was fast. In the beginning of December, snow that was not enough to be called heavy snow fell little by little and was piling up on the roof.
“… .”
I glanced at the holy sword propped on the bed and sat down on the desk in my room. Although it has become difficult for the Holy Sword to read my thoughts lately, it is not that it cannot be read out by force. Someday, it will be something to talk openly with the holy sword, but not now.
“ruler… Let’s see.”
I opened my notebook. As soon as I fell into this world, there were records in the notebook I began to record. record of this world. How the protagonist of the original story acted and how he fought against the disaster.
“This is the case, but isn’t it too dependent on what I do?”
I frowned as I looked at the record about the fifth plague, ‘The Fog’. Of course, all the trials so far have changed and progressed according to what I did, but this ‘fog’ was even more severe. I grunted, let out a groan from my mouth, and threw my head back.
“… Even if I think about it now, I can’t think of a solution.”
A sigh came out of my mouth. The best solution is, of course, to be strong. He trained alone a lot, and sparred with Marianne, Daphne, and Georg, but dealing with disasters was beyond the realm of superficial strength.
“You have to win.”
I muttered and closed the notebook. Today I woke up earlier than usual. I sat quietly on the bed, closed my eyes and meditated, then grabbed the hilt of the holy sword.
“[…] You woke up early, Illroy.]”
The fortress was a holy sword, and she felt as if she was getting a good night’s sleep. A sleepy voice sounded.
“It was a very cold day. It’s snowing outside.”
“[Eyes. It rains quickly this year.]”
I picked up the veil that was leaning next to the holy sword. I need to walk for a while. Marianne seemed still asleep. I pulled out my coat, put on a scarf, and opened the door. The sun hadn’t risen yet. The snow falling on the backs of the streets is reflected. no one walks down the street
“[It doesn’t happen recently.]”
“It’s good that I don’t have work coming in, well.”
I shrugged my shoulders and moved toward the gate. I briefly exchanged greetings with the guard and went out. It’s been a long time since I went into the woods. The snowy forest is different from usual. The eyes hide the presence and cover the eyes of the world. The snow crunched and crumbled under my feet.
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Kwoaaa!!
gray bear. It was a roar I hadn’t heard in a long time. A sound that even makes me feel nostalgic. I saw the bear’s paw fall like a guillotine on me.
Tung.
The eyes around me completely disappeared. Was it like this? I was raising my hand like a high-five with a bear. The bear was looking down at me, letting out a small cry from its mouth as if it were embarrassed. I lightly tapped my hand and pushed it back, and the gray bear put down its front paw and growled at me vigilantly.
Wow!
The bear seemed determined to change its tactics and charge forward. I clenched my fists as I watched the charging gray bear. the simplest step. I stepped forward and raised my fist.
Wow-!!
The bear fell forward with the sound of bones being crushed. Not even moving, it seemed like he had died instantly. I kicked the gray bear’s body away and sat down in a tree in front of it. did you get stronger? really? I closed my eyes and sighed. A sigh turns to steam and disperses.
“[Are you talking about something like Ilchiwoljang?]”
“I think I cheated a little, but.”
I glanced at the bear and said.
“[It’s not like I want to brag that I’ve gotten this strong. Is something going on?]”
The Holy Sword asked. I shook my head and got up from my seat.
“no. Nothing happened. I was bored, so I stopped by for a while.”
“[…] There is no reason to hide it from me, is there?]”
The Holy Sword said it as if it were dissatisfied, but I let it go with a wry smile. After defeating only one bear, I went back inside the walls. The falling snow had stopped before I knew it.
“… Well?”
And I frowned when I saw someone snooping around the house distractedly like a pooping puppy. Judging by the attire, it seems to be from the Puritan Church… , What’s up since dawn?
“Does our headquarters have any business?”
“Hero.”
The person who appeared to be a priest swallowed dry saliva and spoke in a trembling voice.
“I guess… , I think you should come to the Holy Land.”
“Seongguk? what happened… .”
no way. As I spoke, my face hardened, and the priest nodded.
“The signs are not serious. As I would like to tell Her Majesty, there are now signs of disaster in the Holy Land.”
How are they gonna fight a fog/mist? Hmm 🧐