Jonber wins (4)
Chris’ troops heading to the rendezvous had reduced by about 20% compared to six days ago.
In his experience, when combat losses were this high, desertion would begin, but there was no desertion, perhaps because there was nowhere else to retreat.
The miserable feeling, like those of the defeated soldiers, changed a little when they reached the rendezvous point.
The condition of the three units that had arrived before them was much more dire.
The loss of the King of Kings and King of Kwon, who were in charge of the flanks, was about 50%.
Even among those who are lucky enough to survive, very few are healthy.
In particular, the singer looks like he has a big wound on his left eye, and is wearing a bandage.
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Meanwhile, the Sword King’s army has no survivors except for him.
That was the cost of blocking the demon king’s path head-on.
As soon as they thought they had to do the same tomorrow, the soldiers’ shoulders drooped.
The king of singers, who was tinkering with his lute by the campfire, greeted them.
“Oh, he survived a lot. Thanks to you, tomorrow will be a little easier.”
“Singer, what’s wrong with your eyes?”
Although the wounds he suffered are quite large, he should be able to fully recover if he uses the supplies prepared by the gold king.
However, the king smiled bitterly and replied.
“I saw a gap while cooperating with the Sword King’s unit, so I hit the main body, but I got scolded. Honestly, I’m glad it ended with one eyeball. Maybe it’s because I was directly attacked by the demon king, but I can’t recover well… … .”
The people who had arrived earlier got up and made space for Chris and his party.
It was possible to be jealous of those who were teasing behind the demon king’s back, but anyway, when the sun rises tomorrow, everyone plans to crawl into the limbs together.
Thanks to this, they were able to welcome their surviving comrades with peace of mind.
The Sword King, who was eating with his usual expressionless expression, slightly raised his head to look at Chris.
Unlike those who were completely wrecked, he seemed to still have some spare energy left.
A voice reaches through the campfire as Chris collapses across from him.
“Why is the wind suddenly blowing and you’re working so hard? I thought you guys would be brave enough to last for four days.”
“Can I live if I run away? If you’re going to die anyway, you better fight when you have the slightest chance.”
After avoiding the questioning with an exemplary answer, the Sword King stared into his eyes.
He seemed to have already noticed that something had happened, but he didn’t bother to say it.
Chris was suddenly skeptical of his attitude and asked the question in reverse.
“But why is the Sword King so obsessed with the Demon King?”
Until now, I thought the Sword King had a grudge against the Demon King.
However, his attitude towards Chris and his party, who were the Demon King’s collaborators, was too lenient.
If he had a vengeance against the demon lord, he would have been harsher than this.
Now, Chris and his party are dealing with a fairly useful chess piece.
When a slightly sensitive topic comes up, people around the campfire harden their bodies.
Chris’s question had the potential to touch the sword king’s wrath.
However, Chris and the Sword King, who were actually talking to each other, remained calm.
I might die tomorrow anyway, so what am I supposed to do by saving my body and saving questions?
The Sword King, who seems to have organized his thoughts for a moment, opens his mouth without difficulty.
“Actually, there is no such thing as personal grudge against the demon king. Because this is how I can be myself.”
“yes?”
At the unexpected words, the crowd let out a bewildered moan.
Only the King of Singers guesses his heart with a faint smile.
The Sword King realizes that his intentions have not been conveyed well and throws a question again.
“You people from another world go wild even after gaining a very small amount of power, no, not only people from another world, but also the natives. Why?”
“Um, well. Didn’t you learn properly?”
When Chris spoke with a little sincerity, the Sword King denied it.
“It has nothing to do with education. A well-learned person becomes a wicked person like the Demon King, and a person who is not educated only becomes a beast like the King of Power over there.”
“What am I doing!”
King Gwon, who had been suffering in the corner, responded passively, but no one cared.
The Sword King announces his theory in a calm voice.
“In my view, the disparity between entities is too great in our world. Even if they are born as human beings, some become farmers and some become six kings.”
“Is that the same in our world?”
When Tyrone, sitting next to him, said something, the Sword King denied it again.
There was an unmistakable certainty in his voice.
“It is different from that. Even if you’re the strongest in your world, it’s the same that if a knife is stabbed in your body, you’ll die, and you’ll only live 100 years. In other words, in the physical aspect, they are no different from ordinary people. But what about in our world?”
Only then did Chris roughly realize the Sword King’s intentions.
On the other hand, Tyrone, who seemed still unsure, opened his ears wide, trying to understand what he was saying.
“People like us don’t die by sticking a knife through our backs. If you want to, you can stop the aging of your body and live a long life, and if you close your eyes, you can see everything around you. It is also possible to destroy a country with individual power. Even the long-cherished wishes that ordinary people try to achieve throughout their lives are just one night’s entertainment when they reach the level of the Six Kings.
“Um… … .”
Tyrone swallowed, as if he had never thought of it that way before.
The sword king’s voice gradually became hotter.
“Having this kind of power changes what you can do. If what you can do changes, your thoughts and actions will also change. That’s why I can’t even call the culprits the same race anymore.”
“Well, isn’t that a bit excessive? No matter what, it seems like they can communicate.”
When Illesis, hiding behind Chris, spoke passively, the Sword King laughed.
“If you use the same horse and skin, are you the same people? Then the mighty dragons are no different from humans. Because they also take on a human form and can speak the common language of the continent.”
“ah… … .”
Only then did Illesis understand the sword king’s words.
It’s not like a wolf in a flock.
The Six Kings, such as the Sword King and the Singer, are dragons among humans.
The Sword King, who poured out his usual thoughts and words, looked more relaxed than before.
If he felt better, he continued the story without anyone asking.
“When I became the country’s strongest, I was just happy. However, by the time he was called the Sword King, he became lonely. All the chatter around me sounded too trivial, and I couldn’t communicate with other people. Sometimes, when I was in a bad mood, I felt like I was among thousands of bugs.”
If you use the same words and wear the same leather, he will die with the slightest snap of his fingers. And, like the invasion of another country, they talk all day about trivial things and try to please him from beginning to end.
The Sword King didn’t have a very arrogant personality, but even he had no choice but to look down on others.
How long has it been since you were isolated in a crowd like that?
By the time he was tired of all the pleasures he had been forced to enjoy.
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My eyes reached the demon king who seemed infinitely far away.
If it was the Demon King, who is a higher level of power, the story would have worked.
However, the Demon King was not very sociable.
Confined much earlier than the Sword King, she had already lost her human mind.
The Sword King, who tried to contact the Demon King, felt a sense of crisis around that time.
Until now, he had struggled to maintain human values, but how much longer could he delay becoming the second demon king?
No matter how insignificant all the order and laws in the world seem… Being a monster like her was a no-brainer.
Because of this, he set a long-cherished dream that is difficult to achieve like ordinary people.
Even the Sword King became weak in front of the mighty Demon King, so he was able to regain his youthful senses.
At the end of the long story, the audience reacted as if they were a bit dumbfounded.
Before the day of the memorial service, Chris bravely spoke a word on behalf of them.
“Ah yes… I think you must have had a really hard time. It is also a concern that it is too strong.”
“Are you the one who is closest to the six kings here, saying that? Well, you have comrades of a similar level, so your situation is a bit better.”
The Sword King laughs off his sarcasm with a sympathetic laugh.
It’s like watching someone’s grandson play tricks.
At some point, Illesis’ grip on the hem of Chris’s clothes became stronger.
“Then, since I heard everything about the Sword King, shall we go to sleep now? Shouldn’t you wake up early tomorrow to die early?”
The king of singers, who seemed to be in a good mood after hearing the precious story, cleaned up the place with a joke.
Chris asked him, stepping back from the campfire.
“Didn’t the singer feel something like that?”
“I’m a storyteller by nature, and I have a lot of juniors. In fact, it’s a bit lacking to feel boredom. He was already the weakest among the six kings, except for the king of fists, but now that he has become one-eyed, he will lose to you too, right?”
“I hope that’s enough.”
Chris felt that he was right, but he was comforting and talking nonsense.
The singer who saw through it laughed.
“You say something you don’t mean. go and sleep.”
After the chat, Chris turned to find Tyrone and Illesis making the bed.
The three of them happily lay down on the hard blankets.
Thinking about tomorrow’s fight made my head hurt, but… … .
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My body, exhausted from the six-day battle, completely ignored those concerns.
Take a break for a while.
Chris woke up in a very unpleasant mood.
It’s not like I slept lightly, but my whole body is screaming for more rest.
It’s a terrible weather that I only experienced during the army training camp.
But there was no time to complain.
The Demon King, who had approached last night, was advancing further, scattering ashes again.
If we stay still like this, we will reach the central region before sunset.
If you reach there, the grave of the sword that Gearic mentioned is just around the corner.
The warriors rose from their respective seats and enjoyed the Last Supper in a heavy atmosphere.
Tyrone, who was eating the stew he had made last night, asked Chris in a low voice.
“Hey, what’s the plan for today?”
“It is similar to what we have done so far. The survivors of each unit pull out the undead from the side and rear, and in the meantime, the six kings and we face the main body of the demon king… … .”
“No, not that, but our operation.”
Chris belatedly recognized his true intentions and explained briefly.
“We will survive.”
“Jonber? What is it?”
Illesis, unfamiliar with Earth terminology, gave a puzzled expression.
After thinking about it for a while, an embarrassing answer came out of Chris’ mouth.
“That’s a bit hard to explain… See you later.”
“huh! I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“No, don’t expect too much.”
The three of them exchanged greetings with the disturbance team they had been with for several days and set off in front of the Demon King.
Chris has been pulling out the red nails of Origin Epic, the Vampire King from the beginning.
I didn’t want to use this demonic sword because it was so dangerous, but this battle is an afterthought and I can’t afford to think about anything else.
The Sword King briefly admired his demonic sword.
“You use a good sword.”
If it had not been for an all-out war with the demon king, he would have been asking for a loan.
Eventually, they entered the demon king’s territory, biting the horses and moving forward slowly.
The ghost horse that has been carrying Chris and Illesis gently pushes him on the back as if cheering him on.
“Purrule.”
“What are you doing? Best of luck.”
The moment Chris stroked the bridge of his nose, the communication scroll tied to the singer’s waist vibrated.
The voice that the torn communications scroll spewed out soon after was quite urgent.
Of course, Chris and his party and the Six Kings, who had been in charge of maintaining the front line up until now, had all fallen out.
It would be too much for the rest of the crew to handle the undead that came incessantly.
“Singer, the operation has begun! I will hold out as long as I can, so hurry up!”
“I wish you all the best of luck.”
The king of singers replied in a conspicuously serious voice and threw away the scroll.
The sword king, who drew the blade of sorrow, advanced, and five people followed him.