< Chapter 23 - Rotten Water #2 >
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A brilliant golden light filled my vision.
The moment the Spear of Corruption was pulled out, the power of the surging dragon veins enveloped the surrounding area.
“Kwaaah!”
“My eyes! My eyes!”
The warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe, who had already been corrupted by the power of Belial, were tormented by the sacred power that erupted from the dragon vein.
Uther looked back at Cordelia, and she nodded.
The two pulled out the Spear of Corruption and released the power of the Dragon Vein, but they had no intention of stopping there.
Cordelia looked back at the spot where the Spear of Corruption had been embedded.
I chanted the spell, staring directly at the pulsating golden flow beneath the cracked ground, as if torn apart.
And that’s what makes it.
So let’s make it explode!
“Fuck, bang!”
Calamite’s spear struck the dragon vein. It exploded, completely enraging the already semi-engulfed dragon vein.
Kwagagagagaga-!
There was a loud noise. The earth shook in quick succession, and what Cordelia had hoped for began to happen.
“Earthquake! Earthquake!”
The warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe screamed, and the earth that had been shaking began to split apart.
It was Uther and Cordelia who were trying to destroy their base by unleashing the dragon vein.
“Yay!”
As the earthquake split the ground and dragon veins burst into the sky, Cordelia raised her arms and smiled brightly, while Uther lamented.
Because I thought she was pretty for a moment, looking at her as if she would look like a perfect light year with just one flower in her hair.
“lady!”
“Dolsoeya!”
Even as the axis of the earth shook, the whirlwind twenty-four-step remained intact.
Uther, who had become a whirlwind, ran towards Cordelia in one breath, and Cordelia jumped towards him.
“coalescence!”
It wasn’t anything special.
The moment he heard Cordelia’s scream, Uther turned his back, and Cordelia just clung to his back as if she was clinging to him.
“Let’s go!”
Cordelia cheered as she hugged Uther’s neck with one hand, and Uther picked Cordelia up and started running again.
“Hold on tight!”
“I already have it!”
bang!
Uther kicked the ground. He kicked the ground that shook and split with the whirlwinds and escaped the stronghold of the Angry Horn Tribe.
The cries of the Angry Horn Tribe warriors and the various loud noises of things breaking, shattering, and collapsing could be heard everywhere, but Cordelia, the cause of all this, smiled brightly.
“The kids are so excited!”
So finally out of the earthquake’s sphere of influence.
The base, seen from atop a low hill, looked like a ruin.
“Mission clear.”
“Well done.”
Cordelia, who was ahem-ahem at Uther’s praise, looked back at the Spear of Corruption she was holding in her right hand and said.
“Yuder, will the power of the gentle snow wind return now?”
“I’ll be back. No, I think I’ll be back.”
Uther turned towards the basin of the Gounnunwind tribe with Cordelia on his back.
And I could see Cordelia too.
A sacred blue light was rising from far away.
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I saw Madga too.
And then I realized.
They pulled out the Spear of Corruption that was blocking the power of the Dragon Vein.
He threw away the essence of the blue moon and attacked the base.
What they needed was not the essence of the blue moon, but a means to restore the power of the gentle snow wind.
I confused the ends with the means. And as a result, the gentle breeze regained its strength.
“···no.”
What this series of events means.
failure.
That too was a miserable failure.
Madga himself failed.
I ended up failing the mission.
“no.”
Madga’s breathing became ragged.
Bloodshot eyes began to appear.
Madgar muttered in a small voice, hugging his own shoulders.
“Failure is not allowed.”
You can’t fail.
Lord Haragen will abandon me too.
You will throw me away as the monk, who was a teacher, did it.
Failure is not allowed.
You can’t fail.
It was as analyzed by Uther and Cordelia.
Madga was a career-oriented and arrogant person.
And the source of such a personality was the past pain of being abandoned by his teacher.
Because I can’t fail, I have to succeed in everything.
Because you have to become someone who cannot be discarded.
Because you have to get into a position where you won’t be abandoned.
Armed himself with arrogance.
He pursued perfection by taking charge of everything himself.
“Failure.”
Madgar had a strong obsession with success.
I couldn’t tolerate failure that much. I would do anything to prevent failure.
“Mr. Madga?”
The adjutant looked at Madga with a worried face, and Madga looked up and saw the adjutant.
He spoke as if pouring out his words.
“Sacrifice for a cause.”
“Mad···Ganim?”
That was it.
Madga’s hand rested on the adjutant’s forehead. Before he could respond, he memorized the spell and activated the spell he had prepared in advance.
“Ahh? Ahhh?!”
A dark red magic circle was drawn all over the adjutant’s body, centered on his forehead.
And it wasn’t just the adjutant.
All twenty soldiers that Madga had brought were like that, and they all screamed in pain.
“Mr. Madga!”
“Oh, why!”
Madgar did not answer. He just clenched his fists and recited the spell, and at that moment, all of his subordinates, including his adjutant, turned to blood. They became sacrifices and were offered to the magic circle – to the altar of Belial.
Human sacrifice.
The quickest and most obvious means of borrowing the devil’s power.
Madga closed his eyes. A dark red energy gathered where the adjutant and his men had been standing, and it soon surged towards Madga.
“You can’t fail.”
It succeeds.
The dragon vein was liberated, but it was only just beginning.
The time when the power of the gentle wind was blocked was long. Belial’s power was eating away at her.
So now is still the chance.
You can still do it.
Madga opened his eyes.
Her eyes, which had become compound like those of a fly, glowed red. Large moth wings sprouted from her back.
Madga took flight.
He charged towards the basin of the Gounnunbaram tribe.
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The gentle snow wind flew into the sky. It spread its pure white wings like those of an angel and unleashed its power, instantly washing away the demonic auras that had been threatening the basin.
“Go, children! My power will be with you!”
The power of the gentle snow wind was infused into the warriors of the tribe.
They charged, each holding their own weapon, wrapped in the blue wind.
The brothers Clear-eyed and Beautiful-eyed worked together to cast spells and help the warriors with a gust of wind.
“Sweep away! Gust!”
“Sweep! Sweep, whirlwind!”
A mad wind rose and tossed the warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe around, followed by the warriors of the Beautiful Snow Wind Tribe.
Although they were still warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe that were several times larger in number, the direct protection of the Wild God was powerful.
Moreover, the gentle breeze did not just watch.
“Shield of the wind! Blade of the wind!”
High in the sky, the gentle snow wind continued to wave its hands. It protected the warriors with a wind barrier and directly swung the wind blade to attack the Angry Horn Tribe.
This is how we disintegrate their army.
After driving out the Angry Horn Tribe, they join forces with other tribes in the south.
A smile spread across Kounnunbaram’s face.
Although she did not like fighting, it was the moment when she punished those who tried to destroy her and her children.
Mercy put off the anger for a moment and let it out.
But how long did that last?
As if to prove that they were the strongest warrior tribe in the wild lands, the warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe were enduring the fierce attacks of the Gounnunwind Tribe with difficulty, but a strong aura was rapidly approaching them from behind.
It was a powerful – no, terrible – aura that even she, a wild god, could not ignore.
“Mr. Madga!”
“It’s Madghanim!”
The warriors of the Angry Horn tribe shouted for joy.
This is because Madga had developed compound eyes and moth wings, but still retained his human form.
Madga looked at those warriors. He turned his gaze again to see the beautiful snow wind and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
“As expected, you’ve become weak.”
It’s not perfect yet.
There is an opportunity.
Madga raised his hand. Sensing ominousness, Gounnunbaram quickly stirred up the wind, but Madga’s spell was faster.
“Sacrifice for a cause.”
A magic circle was drawn starting from the foreheads of the warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe.
Although they were just a few of the hundreds of warriors, their number was still close to a hundred.
“Mr. Madga?”
He was like an adjutant.
The warriors of the Angry Horn Tribe looked up at Madga with dumbfounded faces, and Madga did not hesitate. He clenched his fist and offered another sacrifice.
“Ahhhh!”
“Eek?!”
“Madga-nim?!”
“It’s the devil’s trick!”
Screams, howls, and voices filled with fear echoed from all sides, regardless of whether they were enemies or allies.
Madgar ignored everyone.
I simply accepted the temporary power I gained by offering one hundred sacrifices.
“Haha! Hahahaha!”
It was too great a power for an intermediate mine’s body to accept.
Because of this, Madga’s body became enlarged.
A woman’s upper body covered in calluses grew over the spider’s legs and body, and then arms with sharp blades like those of a mantis grew over it.
Behind its back, the moth’s wings spread wide, and instead of hair, numerous horns sprouted.
A monster, not a human.
devil.
But Madga felt ecstatic.
I shuddered at the demonic power that filled my whole body.
“A gentle snow breeze.”
Madga smiled mentally. She, who had become a giant figure nearly ten meters tall, charged toward the gentle snow wind.
“Wind barrier!”
The gentle snow wind cried out urgently, erecting a wind wall that reached dozens of layers.
Madgar didn’t care. He swung his arms wildly and tore through the wind barrier. He continued to advance toward the gentle snow wind, step by step.
The clear blue sky turned black.
The eyes where Madga had been before turned dark red.
As each of the wind barriers tore apart, the fine snow wind let out a painful groan.
The demonic aura that overwhelms the audience.
The Angry Horn Tribe, as well as the Gounnunwind Tribe, could do nothing but watch.
I just watched the clash between the wild god and the demon.
But two people.
There were those who were not like that.
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“Wow, is this real? Isn’t that the Demon Prince?”
“It’s as crude as the original. As expected from Madga. This time, too, the final struggle is the same.”
Demon Prince.
The mighty lords of hell.
What appeared before my eyes now was not a Demon Prince. It was merely a temporary monster that Madga had forcibly increased his own power through human sacrifice, and even that would eventually disappear as time passed.
But it was still strong.
“In the original, it was supposed to last 15 minutes, right?”
“Because that condition will be broken in 15 minutes.”
“You won’t be able to withstand this gentle snow storm for 15 minutes, right?”
“Do you think you can’t stand it?”
“Uh, basically I can’t fight.”
Even now, all I do is stand there and keep building barriers.
If things continued like this, the fine snow wind would have been destroyed by Madga’s hands in less than 3 minutes, let alone 15 minutes.
“There are no special weaknesses.”
Uder narrowed his eyes and looked at Madga.
In the original work, Madga wasn’t the one who was sent out to be caught in that state.
The strategy is to just hold on and hold on to buy time.
But this was reality.
Moreover, there existed a wild god called Gounnunbaram.
So isn’t there some way? Isn’t there some way to poke around?
As Uther began to worry, Cordelia didn’t think. She took out a string from her waist and tied her long, voluminous hair together, neatly arranging it.
“Thinking about it. That’s why you can’t do it.”
“Hey, I’m first place?”
Although it hasn’t been mentioned recently, Uther himself was in first place, and Cordelia was always in second place.
But Cordelia snorted.
Even for her, who was always in second place, there was one field in which she was first.
“I’m number one at hunting.”
And that wasn’t all.
“There’s a beautiful snow wind. If it’s a monster that big, it’s easier to deal with than a human form. And······.”
“and?”
“Because you’re here too.”
Cordelia smiled brightly, and Uther looked at her with a blank expression without realizing it.
“Then shall we go?”
Cordelia laughed again. She took out the bottle of medicine she had kept on her waist to combat doping, and gulped down the liquid inside in one gulp.
Guardian of the tomb.
The blood of a beast-like angel.
In the original, it was a useless item.
But it was real, and after a lot of experimentation I was able to figure out a use for it.
Angel’s blood flowed down Cordelia’s throat.
The angel’s energy spread throughout his body, temporarily awakening powers that had been dormant for a long time.
Cordelia’s hair, which had been dyed black due to her witching, remained the same.
However, new strength was added to the body. The fangs became long like those of an animal, and the blue pupils of the eyes also changed to those of a feline beast.
If I had to give it a name, I would call it Beast Mode.
“It’s a real beast.”
Because it was Cordelia with rabbit ears and a tail.
Yuder muttered softly and opened the nine-thousand-nine gates again.
He activated his power throughout his body and created a golden flame.
“What, this wasn’t a passive thing?”
“No, I think I need to do something too.”
Cordelia blinked at Uther’s answer, then burst into laughter. Then she looked straight ahead again.
Before he knew it, more than half of the wind barrier had been blown away, and the face of the wild god, who was inexperienced in fighting, was on the verge of tears.
“let’s go.”
They spoke without anyone saying anything first.
The two rotten things finally looked at each other and rushed towards the devil.
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