Apostle of the Mischief (6)
After a brief prayer, the player stood up with a much more confident expression than before.
Instead of interfering with the opponent, Chris, who waited patiently, removed the incapacitated players from the battlefield.
They tried to retreat, but Tyrone, who was waiting in advance, would take care of it.
The player who rolled up his sleeves to reveal the holy mark of the bust exclaimed loudly.
“I don’t know what kind of guy he is, but I’ll make you regret touching Argal’s apostle. Believers, help me in punishing me.”
“Oh, the power of Argal… … .”
“It will be completely different from before.”
That guy who seemed to be the leader was different from ordinary followers. The divine power that spread from Argal’s apostle strengthened the followers around him.
Although some of the status windows were still unusable, the rest of the players gained courage and attacked Chris.
However, Chris’ response was the same as before.
“Sacred seal.”
It’s the power of an apostle, it’s Nabal, and attacks using the status window don’t work at all.
He didn’t choose the necrophobic class over other powerful abilities for nothing.
His Epic class showed ridiculous abilities in fights between players.
Still, it wasn’t worthwhile to strengthen the followers.
Stronger than before, they evaded the chains rising from under their feet with difficulty.
Unable to see Chris slowly approaching, the apostle stepped forward.
The guy, who seems to be a wizard-type class, takes out the things he has been keeping in his arms.
What came out of his hand was a cube wrapped in silk.
Chris, who witnessed a cube the size of a child’s fist, raised his guard.
I can’t be sure, but maybe that’s the origin epic they got.
The current situation is not good either. It’s hard to imagine leaving high-end equipment like the Origin Epic rotting while many of my colleagues have already suffered.
The apostle, who removed the silk with a slightly exaggerated gesture, shouted while holding the black cube in his hand.
“The Blade of Grief!”
Then, an epic item that Chris knew well appeared in his hand.
But it didn’t look like he summoned what he had in advance.
What the Apostle of the Mischievous God did was not a summoning, but a transformation.
Origin Epic, which had been in the shape of a cube until just a moment ago, responded to his cry and turned into a blade of sorrow.
“Hey, Chris! Back off!”
Illesis, who witnessed the blade of grief, stopped Chris while shouting hysterically.
However, he, who was a little further in front of her, quickly sent a sign for reassurance.
The one that appeared in front of him now looked much weaker than the Origin Epic that the Sword King was holding.
It’s much closer than it was during the war with the Breton Empire, but it doesn’t feel any of the viciousness and ominousness of the original.
This was different from the energy he felt simply because the sword king was there. It was an essential difference felt in the item.
“Is that just an epic item?”
Of course, even if it’s a simple epic item, you can’t be very relieved.
Since Chris doesn’t have transcendental regenerative power like a king, the vitality of the status window is sealed when he is cut by the blade of grief.
The problem is that the guy holding that thing is a wizard class.
Even if a master swordsman attacks, it is the shield knight’s defensive technique that is difficult to break through, so how could a wizard with a sword be able to injure him?
The sword-wielding apostle launched a daring pincer attack with the other players, but Chris’s chain armor didn’t break that much.
The chain created with the divine seal not only disabled the status window, but was much stronger and tougher than a normal chain.
Because the chain is thick, it is weak against stabbing, but you can block it with a shield.
The apostle, who stepped back with an unpleasant rustle, quickly changed his tactics.
“wealth… The Demon Palace of the Phoenix!”
The Blade of Grief transforms with the call.
This time, it becomes the phoenix’s magic bow and fires familiar-looking flame bullets.
Chris frowned and blocked it as the ominous hypothesis he had thought of was gradually proved.
‘Knight’s charge, shield strengthening, shield strike.’
A shield full of mana knocks out flame bullets.
It exploded before it was completely far away, but it wasn’t a direct hit, so it didn’t pose a big threat.
Chris, who was carelessly killing the players around him, didn’t even think about experimenting anymore.
I felt a great disappointment because the ability of Origin Epic, which I had high expectations for, was less than I expected.
Sado, who saw his colleagues falling one by one, belatedly abandoned them and attempted to escape. It is said that only mediocre players can be summoned and replenished, but since I am an apostle of Argal, I cannot be easily captured.
However, Illesis, who had been eyeing him in advance, erected a wall of earth and weaved vines to block the escape route.
“Oh, no! Stop that guy! Guardian’s necklace, class change… Cool!”
“Class change, Mutou. Maeng Hogyeong bankruptcy.”
The apostle, who did not give up running away, was hit by Chris’ skill and rolled on the ground.
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Martuga, a class that Chris practiced in his spare time. The martial artist’s ultimate skill, Fierce Tiger Pausan, is a technique that fires 30 punches within 2 seconds.
The degree of protection provided by the Guardian’s necklace can be consumed in the blink of an eye. It was a so-called counter.
Chris raised his eyes slightly when he saw the guy who was still alive after being hit with his ultimate.
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Martial artist’s skills are infinitely close to perfection except for the fact that the overall range is short.
Even if the epic item blocked about 10 shots, it was a little surprising that he survived after getting hit all the rest. Maybe that guy who was called an apostle might be on a similar level to the head of the black flag, I thought. If this place had been Argal’s holy ground, it would have been more troublesome.
After all, when he reached the level of the Apostle of the Evil God, his life force seemed to be much stronger.
He used the divine seal as soon as the apostle’s chest, which had been completely crushed, returned to its original state.
“one two three four… Did you catch all 15 of them?”
“Ooh, we are players from the Breton Empire. If you send them back alive, you will be able to receive a ransom, so you will be treated as a formal prisoner… … .”
Chris snorted when the apostle, who confirmed that his powers had disappeared, started talking bullsh*t while contemplating.
“What kind of prisoners are those caught secretly hiding in the territory of an enemy country and stealing ruins? And Basilonia doesn’t get along with Breton so badly that they don’t exchange prisoners except for the mercenaries.”
“thing… Do not lie! Players are the exception of exceptions because they are such an important human resource… … .”
“Isn’t it a bit different from what you heard from the Prime Minister? If you trust that man’s words, you will only see blood.”
Tyrone, who had caught the fugitives, laughed and mocked the apostle.
Chris puts the blade to the nape of the dejected guy’s neck and asks.
“You guys infiltrated to take care of the Origin Epic hidden around here, right? Have you ever robbed other ruins?”
“Oh no! Today is the first time exploring ruins!”
When the apostle, who felt that his life was in danger, spoke desperately, Chris nodded.
He remembered that these guys were getting equipment for exploring the ruins in his city.
The question from before was a test of his sincerity.
Apparently, he wasn’t strong enough or loyal enough to lie even under these circumstances.
Satisfied with his diligent attitude, Chris immediately asks the next question.
“Tell me about the origin epic you used.”
“this? I just got it, so I don’t know, but the keepers of the ruins called it the ‘copying shadow’. It’s a treasure that can be used by copying any epic item. Awesome isn’t it? I’ll give this to you, so can you let me go?”
“I can’t give it to you. I’ll just kill you and transfer ownership.”
When Chris waved the longsword lightly, the frightened apostle quickly handed over ownership.
Unlike epic items, origin epics are transferable, so it was quite convenient.
When the Origin Epic, which came back in the form of a cube, came into hand, Chris had a rather strange expression.
The shadow that mimics is a magic tool that mimics the functions of epic items that can be said to be compatible with origin epics.
It seems versatile and useful, but not the kind Chris was aiming for.
He already had a lot of resources to use in battle, so a single powerful card was better than a bunch of small ones.
Chris, who turned away from Breton’s players, complained a little.
“Well, there are all these origin epics… Isn’t that something that perverts like Tyrone would like?”
“Hey, see what this kid is talking about? Then give it to me man!”
“Old.”
Chris handed over ownership of Origin Epic without hesitation.
In fact, he had been thinking of giving it to Tyrone since he noticed the function of this object.
As much as he is called an epic collector, he should be able to make good use of the shadows he mimics.
“uh? really? Won’t you give it to me even if I ask for it later?”
“Ah, when you return to the manor, lend me a moment. Seeing that made me want to research.”
Tyrone’s face hardened at Illesis’ one word.
But I didn’t dare to throw up at her.
It’s not often that she makes requests like this.
Chris asked Illesis on behalf of Tyrone.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“If you study this, I think you can find out how epic items are made. Replicating shadows were created before the concept of an epic item even existed.”
“ah… I hear it and it seems so. The Mischief could have used this to create an epic item.”
Chris and his party talked about this and that while riding the prisoners on horses.
Breton’s players also brought wagons and horses, so transportation was not very cumbersome.
In any case, it is impossible to escape from Chris and the others with the ability sealed.
The work was done fairly quickly, but it still took much longer than when he left the territory.
By the time Chris and his party reached the castle gate, the next day’s sun was rising.
The guards guarding the gate opened the way in a hurry when they saw the lord who had taken a lot of prisoners.
“The lord has returned!”
“Hey, how many of these are there? Aren’t these people all Breton players?”
When Varen, who witnessed the long procession, spoke with a dreamy expression, Chris laughed.
“All 15 of us are players. Move it to the basement right now.”
“A basement? no way… No, I see. Do as ordered.”
Baren, who recalled the demon king in the basement, hurriedly shook his head and transported the prisoners.
After a while, after washing and recovering from fatigue, Chris went down to the basement and Elga and the maid greeted him with a smile.
The prisoners seemed to have guessed who she was, and their expressions were perfectly pale.
“Hey, you son of a b*tch! Where is this! Is it okay to treat fellow earthlings like this?”
“You only look for fellow earthlings at times like this. Those who keep quiet can live, so keep your mouth shut.”
When Chris said something, the clamoring players fell silent.
Since they were both prisoners and witnesses who would confess to Breton’s crimes, they could not all be killed. Baren seemed to want to convert them to Basilonia by any means, but… Chris dried it.
“Those guys have already become followers of the evil god. There must be some people who have been influenced by the Prime Minister, so if you try to conciliate them, it will come back.”
“Um… It makes sense.”
Baren abandoned his attachment to the captives and tacitly agreed to their disposition. Now that Chris has taken the captives to the Demon King, he is determined to stop rumors about them from spreading.
The demon king, who had delicious prey in front of him, welcomed Chris with the momentum of embracing him.
“What a wonderful gift. How long has it been since I said sorry to you, did you bring all these things?”
“I’m glad that Elgar-sama is happy.”
Saying so, Chris lifted the sacred seal of one of the players.
After recovering the status window, the guy desperately resisted, but even so, he was knocked out at the hands of the lady-in-waiting.
Now, they will fill the devil’s hungry stomach until the moment they die.
Players recover magic much faster than normal people, so they can use it multiple times.
“These guys must know where the ruins of the bust are. I just want you to find out and teach me.”
“i get it. Don’t worry, we’ll try to confess to each other in a little while. Not just the location of the ruins, but I’ll bring out everything in your brain.”
When Elgar spoke confidently, Chris smiled lightly.
The players kneeling on the floor of the basement trembled at the demon king’s declaration.