Episode 172. Trap(12)
“I finally caught you, you rat.”
“It would be best to hold on tight. Belphegor is a master of wandering, so you can’t predict when or how he will run away.”
-aaa!!!!!!-
Caught in the hands of a frost lord and a murderer.
The Great Devil screamed wildly.
However, no matter how much they struggle and how much demonic energy they emit, these superhumans simply overpower and suppress the great devil with their physical strength.
He didn’t seem to care whether his skin was burning due to the high concentration of demonic energy or not.
Both are adepts who have reached a level that can only be reached if they can easily overcome this level of pain.
For those two people, the Great Devil’s magical energy attack was at a tickling level.
-Luna!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!-
“·······?!”
At that time, a bustling sound was heard from inside the dungeon.
Inside the darkness, red eye lights began to appear one by one.
At this, Transylvia’s face darkened.
“Damn. It’s hard to cut them because they look just like our compatriots.”
An undead army armed with old swords and shields.
Transylvia flinched as she instantly felt a sense of kinship with her pale skin and her red pupils.
“Hmm······.”
I regained my smile at the sight of my skinny, mummy-like appearance.
Blood demons are who live forever while remaining young and healthy.
It seemed like he could cut down as many weird guys as that.
“Are they multiplying by infecting people?”
Yerina shivered at the sight of the mercenary attire mixed in among the undead army.
That’s not the end. It can infect people and multiply infinitely.
It seemed like I could understand why Elvengard mobilized so many troops to blockade one dungeon.
“Dacian style Oui.”
An army of undead is running in droves.
Transylvia drew her sword and put her foot straight behind her.
Her momentum gathered at her fingertips, and her sword vibrated.
“Steel Blood Storm!”
Wedge!
Two consecutive attacks occurred at short intervals.
A sharp strong wind drew an X and struck the undead army.
An army of undead rolling around on the floor with their limbs cut off and their upper and lower bodies separated.
At this, Yerina’s face turned bright red.
Soon, as the body pieces of the undead army began to wriggle and fit together, their expressions hardened again.
Where the limbs were originally attached.
Whose arm is it and whose leg is it?
It doesn’t matter whether the head is attached or not, the body parts start to come together arbitrarily just to be able to move and fight.
There was also an undead with two upper bodies clinging to each other and swinging a sword back and forth.
There were also undead jumping around with only one leg.
There were also undead running with arms where legs should have been.
“Have you seen all these disgusting things?”
Yerina was astonished at the sight, which did not need any rhetoric other than the word terrible.
These things should not exist in this world.
Now I can understand why Eugene worked so hard to chase down the Four Heavenly Kings and eradicate the dungeon.Ahahahaha! Try cutting the undead horde with that fancy sword! They will revive infinitely and overwhelm you until they are reduced to dust!
Kwakwakwa!
At that moment, a golden flash of light burst through the open door.
In an instant, the undead horde was enveloped in the blinding light and disappeared from sight.
The path where the flash swept past was scorched.
And the undead horde.
Vanished without a trace.
The magic that animated the undead had been completely extinguished by the holy light, rendering them unable to revive.
“······.”
As dozens of undead soldiers vanished in an instant, the remaining stragglers stared blankly at the spot where the flash had struck.
Then, without looking back, they fled into the depths of the dungeon.
-What are you doing!!! Luna! Help me!!!!!!-
The great demon, pinned down by Yerina, let out a desperate scream as his face was pressed into the ground.
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.
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As the sounds of battle continued to echo through the dungeon,
I decided to stop paying attention to it and focus on my own task.
[To summon the Underworld God, you must perform a ritual. First, you must convey your ‘will’ to the Underworld using your long spear······or whatever you call it. Then, you must generate mana through the ritual and wait indefinitely.]
“So, are the preparations for the ritual complete?”
[They are modest, but they will suffice······. Considering how hastily they were prepared.]
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Guiho sighed and stretched his back.
Standing next to him and looking ahead, I could see a magic circle drawn on the vast expanse of land.
The ground was covered in a layer of black iron sand.
White powder was used to draw the base of a complex magic circle with lines leading to the center, which was then completed with pure mana by Sogong.
To the east, west, south, and north, human-sized totems stood tall like pillars.
“What is this?”
[I do not know. It is a magic circle related to the Underworld God. All I know is that it creates a connection to the Underworld God, but I am ignorant of everything else.]
“What do warlocks even know? Isn’t this just complete nonsense?”
[If only we could build towers like wizards, gather people and money, and conduct research, we would not be so full of riddles! We are forced to hide and conduct our research in secret because we are oppressed everywhere we go! If you are so smart, why don’t you figure it out yourself!]
“······.”
I had only said a few words in jest, but he reacted strongly.
It seemed that my question had touched a sensitive nerve for warlocks.
Anyway.
With this, we will draw the Underworld God to us and make him descend to the mortal realm.
Guiho had boasted earlier that everything would be fine, but now his face was full of anxiety.
There was no certainty that he would succeed in summoning the god, or that the god would not harm the mortal realm if he did······.
‘I have to take responsibility for this.’
This is not something I am doing for my own benefit, but it is something I have set in motion.
I have received so much help from so many people that it is my turn to take charge and make this a success.
At the very least, I cannot bear to see any casualties among those who have helped me.
[Sogong. Are the preparations for the ritual complete?]
“Yes, Master. All that remains is to light the incense.”
“······Here.”
As I heard that everything was ready, Mijung, who was standing next to me, nudged me.The Spear of Longinus, which I was holding in my hand, revealed its form within my small fist.
When I opened the lid, I saw a space where a device could be inserted.
The remaining springs were busily ticking away.
“Work, Magic Sword.”
-This is what this brat says after digging it out for the first time in ages–
How long had it been since I closed the scabbard and left it out?
As soon as I held it in my hand, the noisy Magic Sword began to chatter, and when I brought it to the Spear of Longinus, its form changed smoothly and it entered the Spear of Longinus.
The Magic Sword, which fit perfectly into the empty space, began to rotate in time with the spring.
With this, I’ll be able to use it as a landmark to the underworld instead of the navigator component.
“Let’s begin.”
“······.”
Guiho nodded silently and clapped his hands.
Then, the incense sticks stuck in the formation here and there caught fire and white smoke rose.
In response, the formation received the magic of the sorcerer and shone.
The sorcerer poured some sake into a small cup and placed it in the center of the formation.
At the same time, I charged the Spear of Longinus with magic power and activated it.
And then, with all my ‘will’, I activated it, and the space before my eyes began to twist and distort.
For a moment, something like a small ball of light shot out of the Spear of Longinus into the distorted space.
Immediately after that, the distorted space returned to its original state.
The Spear of Longinus also stopped working.
[Did it succeed?]
“Probably······.”
[What do you mean probably! Probably! How many lives are at stake right now!]
Guiho grabbed me by the collar and yelled at me.
I wanted to answer with certainty.
However, even though I had repeated the regression, this was the first time I had used the Spear of Longinus······.
About a minute passed as Guiho clung to me, tears streaming down his face.
Suddenly, the avatar of the sorcerer sitting in the center of the formation trembled and shook.
Guiho also clenched his mouth shut and froze.
“······.”
The moment we closed our mouths, a deathly silence fell over the area.
There was definitely no soundproofing barrier or anything.
It was as if only the three of us were left in the world, and it was eerily quiet.
“Ah······.”
When I came to my senses, I saw that the surroundings were all painted black.
Everywhere was literally pitch black.
The world outside the formation had disappeared, and we were trapped in a deep abyss.
No, maybe.
It’s not that we’re trapped.
It’s possible that the world outside the formation has been erased.
“······!”
As I thought about it, I suddenly felt a chill and goosebumps all over my body.
The world where only the space where the formation was spread out remained.
The silence was filled with the absence of not only human voices but also the sound of the wind or the rustling of leaves.
With the ambient noise gone, the sound of my clothes brushing against each other seemed amplified, and even the sound of Guiho nervously swallowing his saliva seemed to echo.
[W, what is this······. Sorcerer! Are you receiving yet!]
“Ugh······. Something’s wrong······.”
The sorcerer frowned and tilted his head.
Originally, the underworld god, who had received my ‘will’ and was drawn by the force of attraction, should have descended into the sorcerer’s body and possessed it······.
The sorcerer expressed his displeasure, saying that he was not receiving the possession.As the little master said.
Something went wrong.
No matter how strong the attraction, how could a deity of the underworld come to the mortal world and use this much power······?
I thought he would just possess a person and have a conversation.
My calculation was wrong.
And very wrong at that.
-Kyaaak!!!-
“······!”
Thud!
At that moment, the wine glass that was placed in the middle of the magic circle shot up and disappeared into the darkness.
Then, a deafening noise attacked us from all sides, and we had to cover our ears until the noise stopped.
“What kind of intention did you put in the message you sent that he’s acting like this!”
In the midst of the deafening noise, Gwiho whispered to me with his lips.
What kind of intention did I put in?
From the beginning, it was decided what I should say to get the deity of the underworld’s attention.
“To summarize, there are evil spirits that should go to the underworld wandering around the mortal world, so how incompetent is the deity of the underworld that he still looks like this-“
[You son of a b*tch!!!]
I’ve always known that the best way to summon someone is to piss them off.
It seems like I pissed him off too much.