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75. Sacrifice(1)

Slash.

He cut down countless foreign objects and spilled foreign frauds with the holy sword.

Of course, it wasn’t as easy as it sounds, but…

“Keeek!”

It felt like my grip would be torn from the repulsive force flowing through the holy sword.

As a hero, he organized a subjugation party at the center, but… It is the engineering captain who suffers in the final attack wherever he goes.

“f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck!”

I felt that the level of difficulty in which curse words spontaneously pop out, and fragments of the foreign press, which is the boss of the cult subjugation in this work, are only at the level of kindergarten children’s pranks.

No, I can’t do this!

Not only the traps occupying space in all directions, but also the erosive tentacles mimicking the surrounding terrain that spread erosion right away if you take just one wrong step.

If it was implemented in this game, the balance of this game will be messed up! There were countless geundeokji that could be said.

In addition, if you’re bored, you’ll find huge monsters holding on to your ankles, and mental attacks that mess up your head.

Avoid, slash, block.

It was showing ‘Despair, what happens when the last performance is made!’… In real time, but there is a ray of light even in the last performance.

“Hero! If you can’t avoid it, you die!!”

Lightning-type magic shoots on the spot as soon as you throw your body away, Yarn’s magic that draws a long beam of light beyond the sky, Floren’s Elf’s unique ability to resist erosion and block enemies using all kinds of terrain features. Elemental magic and -.

“At 1 o’clock, behind a pillar, thorns burst after 5 seconds.”

Even the words of Iren who can accurately predict the future.

“Future Foresight?! Seo… Seong…N”

Everyone, including the interrogators, opened their eyes wide and screamed at the unbelievable sight, but even so, there was no time to stop.

“3..2..1!”

Those holding shields in the direction of the bursting thorns block it.

A situation where Irene, who denies all wrongdoings from her body and emits a burning light, is dragged by the engineering staff’s collar.

Of course, those words did not apply to him, who was rolling like crazy on the front line.

The position of a tanker who wields a shining holy sword and attracts foreign aggro is good.

“But you’re a f*cking evasion tank!”

A single mistake can cause a fatal situation, of course, the resistance level has increased by using the overwhelming ability of the holy sword…

Go oh oh-

A beam of light shot from the upper part of the incarnation and melted the earth.

“Escape here!”

The veil of divinity that spread along with Irenn’s words managed to disperse the light and endured it, but when I saw the map of hell around me, I wondered if this was true.

The lake, which had been soggy and clear because of the melted earth and the high temperature and acid, had turned black before I knew it.

No matter how much the resistance level was raised with the holy sword, even a slight miss with this equipment could cause a fatal blow…! In the same situation, profanity came out of nowhere.

“Amy. It’s really cool.”

But unlike my murmur, I was moving forward little by little.

…Based on someone’s sacrifice.

As the divine light surrounding everyone grew stronger, in inverse proportion to it, the blood was gradually disappearing from Iren’s face.

If we move forward in an endless battle of attrition, someday, we might reach the end of that huge incarnation, but that can’t be the case.

Before Irren collapses, she needs to be touched by her foreign body or she can be dropped to the ground.

As expected…

“What, why are you looking at me!”

It was only Yan, who was holding on tightly to the staff with a shy face.

“Can’t you use the threat of foreign media like when you first came?”

“You look like it pops out when you pop it? It’s a magic that can only be used after carefully adjusting the angle of entry, acceleration, and materials. It’s not only how hard it is to add acceleration, but the materials are running out right now…”

“So you’re saying it’s impossible? A witch…candidate?”

“…Not that it is impossible.”

It was Yan who glanced at me with a slightly sullen expression.

“It’s just a matter of bringing a real meteorite instead of a fake one. However, there are no such lucky cases in orbit now…”

“Yes.”

“What…?”

It was none other than Irene who intervened in the conversation with Yan.

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Iren’s eyes were looking at the other side of the sky, not at us.

“There is one. A small meteorite that flew from Lagrange Point. It is 20m tall.”

“Lagrang…What? No, he keeps wearing his shoes and saying strange things, so I need to be able to understand him!”

At the same time as Yan’s cry, a huge tentacle swung and hit Iren’s holy shield.

As the huge body the size of an apartment was swung around, the overwhelming violence itself rang out and the surrounding landmarks were changing in real time.

There was no time for these little squabbles.

“Yan, if the meteorite is in orbit, you can pull it up. No!”

“Yes! There is!”

Real meteorites, not fake ones to intimidate foreign media like before.

“But if I used that, I would pass out at the end of my magic power. There is no solution after that.”

“How long does it take to prepare?”

“…Even if I can’t do it, I have to manage for 30 minutes. And most of all, if you drop a 20m ball… Everything around here will be blown away. And above all, there’s no assumption that that crazy b*tch gets it right. There is no point in getting out of here.”

I was well aware of the power of meteorites entering the atmosphere at a speed of 50 km/sec.

Clearly, if they were hit by that, even the incarnation of a foreign god would surely be fatally wounded.

Otherwise, there would be no way he would have taken action to reveal his true identity to Yan’s fake.

And the most important thing about avoidance was one certainty.

“And… The foreign media heard that if you tried to destroy the meteorite from the front, you would never avoid it..”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because it is God.”

It was called Dangrang Geocheol.

To foreign media, we may look no different from the praying mantis, but what action does the wagon take?

Because he is a god, and the foreign press I have seen is an arrogant god, so I will never avoid him.

And that’s why there was a way to buy time.

“Yan, can you use the same magic you used when you first entered, except for dropping a meteorite?”

“What? No, did you run out of materials for that?”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s not the same. Just, as long as you shine as much as you can and look menacing, I don’t care. Above all, it should be usable while dropping the meteorite.”

“…The most important goal of [Meteor Strike] Is the entry technique. As long as that is maintained, it doesn’t really matter if you do something else along the way. And if it’s for bluffing like that, it wouldn’t really matter, but there’s no way that crazy b*tch couldn’t see through that…?”

“It doesn’t matter if you see through it.”

Because there is no way you can ignore it just because you know it.

Could 1 prevent 2 from doing 3 just because Samyeonbeong knew about it?

And above all… That’s not my only goal.

“Please prepare immediately. And as soon as it activates, run away without looking back. I’ll hold on to it somehow.”

“Hey, then how do you-“

At Yan’s cry, I quietly took out a piece of paper from my pocket.

“Because there is an emergency escape scroll. Do not worry. If you want to drag it out for a while, I’ll run away right away.”

“When did you get that again?”

“Everyone, shouldn’t there be a way to live?”

“Then I’m glad…

After saying it was okay to Yan, who had a questionable expression for some reason, he approached Irene, stroked her hair once, and wiped her mouth with his hand.

Something black came out.

You probably know this girl who sees the future with trembling eyes.

“Why…”

“Hush.”

Carefully wrapping up the paper, he grabbed hold of the holy sword, which had been stained with blood from his torn grip.

Her shield was lifted and she looked up at the angry body that filled her eyes.

Its size and power were impossible for a mere human to face, but it had to be endured.

Somehow during the 30 minutes Yan prepares her proper magic.

“…Let’s try it somewhere”

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Nyarlathotep looked down at the struggling warrior and his companions.

It was no different from an ant, as it desperately defended against an attack that could only be reached with the flick of her fingers.

The little saintess who was burning everything of hers was not intrusive, but since she had already completely exposed her fire body, it was too much to stop her.

She might be dangerous if she was a perfect, upright saint, but she was only half a match, and that only burned for a moment.

Above all, since he was doing such a thing with a limited lifespan, it was only natural that he would die before long, so he just waited.

Just like an ant struggles in a sand pit and is slowly sucked into the ant hell.

It was irrational to open the incarnation this far, but it was worth it.

Look at the soul that is burning hard and burning its own convictions down there right now.

How beautiful this is.

And how would that taste-, a slightly protruding tongue stroked her lips.

Like her holy maiden, her holy sword was not without threat, but there was no possibility of her rising above this gigantic body of her own, and she could never approach it.

However, the witch candidate quietly muttering a spell over there was annoying.

The scandalous thing that forced him to reveal his identity by planting the thought that the incarnation might die.

I’m still not sure what I’m preparing…

As Nyarlathotep stretched out his hand, the magical energy of the atmosphere began to fluctuate rapidly.

Just as the faceless god, who knows everything and can change into everything, is about to twist the atmosphere – I realized what a witch candidate like me was trying to do.

Something furiously flew in from above his head, from beyond the sky.

She hid the manifestation of magical power, but it was revealed as it was because she shook everything around her.

“Same attack as the first…”

At first, it didn’t reach and exploded in the air, leaving only a shockwave, but if it hit a huge body like the one it is now, it would definitely give a shock that could never be ignored.

Considering the physical power it carries, it’s best to avoid it… But there was no way to avoid it.

For a god to avoid human challenges was downright foolish.

It was such a magic that it would be so powerful that if it pierced through the air and crashed into it, the area would be blown away, but since it was discovered in advance, there were infinite ways to respond.

I could think of a number of things, such as being able to intercept it right here in advance, obstructing the caster and distorting the trajectory, or moving the place as it is, but… The amount of mana carried by flying was too small.

Like… Fake.

At the same time, the warrior who had been backing down quickly began to step forward.

Do you block the magic of the sky or the warrior who attacks you?

“Tsk.”

At the moment of either choice, what the foreign press chose was a meteor strike that fell from the sky.

The warrior’s attack was still only able to be blocked with his own energy scattered under him.

A giant incarnation of a foreign god let out a roar at the magician’s blow that lit up the night sky.

The air trembled and the concentration of evil spirits and powerful magical power became a ray of light that pierced the sky and descended toward the ground, and the Meteor Strike that had been shot shattered..

When I thought of the magic power or the aftermath, it was, of course, fake.

Strangely shaped tentacles and energy slashed by the holy sword, obstacles that disappeared to the point of futility, but for some reason, the face of the warrior who was approaching this way was gradually distorted.

It’s an incarnation of the aura of a foreign power that gets stronger as you move toward the center, but it wasn’t strange for an ordinary person to feel pain because their brains would melt just by looking at them.

From Nyarlathotep’s point of view, it was rather good.

To feel pain is to express emotions, and expressing emotions, good or bad, is the perfect delicacy for them, who live a boring life of eternity.

Only 200 meters away.

Considering the warrior’s physical ability, it was a distance that could be reached in an instant.

And again, magic was manifested in the sky.

Once again, the meteor that lit up the night sky fell towards this direction, and the foreign media watched it closely.

As expected, along with the small amount of mana, the hero began to attack at the same time.

Unmistakably fake, it didn’t matter if they didn’t respond, but they decided to fool the foreign press.

The expression of the warrior gradually distorted as he approached him. I wondered what kind of expression he would make after reaching the center where everything was open.

And above all, the holy sword could not harm himself.

At best, the only thing he cut off was this puppet’s body, and as if he couldn’t reach it even if he reached for the stars, he couldn’t do any harm to his true body.

Even if the hero cuts it off with the holy sword, it’s enough to regenerate it.

“Ah…”

I missed so much the despair that comes from the fact that one’s actions had no impact.

Hearing and tasting the face, emotion, and voice of regret, despair, and powerlessness that fell to the floor… I wanted to swallow it as it was.

Again, the meteor shattered and the hero took another step forward.

Riding on the body of a monstrous beast with seven heads and ten horns, Isabel smiled at the hero who slowly approached, slicing through the fraudulent weapons that stretched out from everywhere in the air.

Cracked lips, pale faces, and bodies trembling in pain.

Even with the help of the holy sword, this is the limit after all.

Just five steps before I reached Isabel, I couldn’t reach out the holy sword and fell to my knees on the floor holding onto it as a support.

In this center where the energy that corrupts the mind just by touching it is densely condensed, the hero has proven his ability just by maintaining his spirit.

“Although it is fake”

The warrior staring at us without saying anything… And the magic that appears from below again.

It must have been bluffing to save the hero.

It’s similar to the previous one, but something a little different. However, the kind of magic unfolded in the big picture was the same.

Isabel lightly ignored the magic and slowly approached the breathless warrior.

What a beautiful soul.

The soul that was refined once by the goddess, and the beautiful will that did not give up and the will that could not be compared with any other wealth contained in it was ecstatic.

He lifted the chin of a warrior who couldn’t even resist.

Then, the light that brightened the night sky fell on the warrior’s face, and a shadow was cast from the bridge of his nose.

Light…Light?

…The light that should have already been scattered was still floating in the sky.

No, why is it getting brighter and expanding its range?

Isabelle quickly raised her head and looked up at the sky.

Even though it was obviously night, a meteorite that created the illusion that the sun was floating had reached the sky before I knew it.

It is unavoidable, but it is too late to gather morale and respond like before.

But if I used something like this, even the people who used it would get caught up in it. Looking down, thinking, the wizard, the saint, and the Heretic Questioner’s party were already moving far away.

Thorough preparation for shock.

“I’m sorry… This one is real.”

Then, as if it were a lie, the body of the kneeling warrior jumped up and threw out his holy sword.

Fu-wook.

The holy sword protruding through her stomach through her back came into Isabel’s gaze.

And- the smiling warrior’s face and black blood flowing around his mouth.

“Wow… It really hurts… It hurts… Did Iren have these things in her body…?”

Cool.

Black blood vomits from the warrior’s mouth.

It wasn’t blood that had been contaminated and changed by fraud.

More…Something ominous, the body of the incarnation where the blood splattered began to melt.

Then Isabelle realized.

The poison, said to be able to kill a god with a single drop, had arrived here.

“Hydra… Poison?”

“The Holy Sword… Doesn’t cut the pain. f*ck really, I think I’m going to die… What kind of bullsh*t is this…”

The pain came belatedly from Isabel’s face and from the poison of the hydra buried all over her body.

“Ah-ah!”

Puppet An indescribable pain that transcends the physical body resonates along the connected lines.

She tries to struggle to get out of this situation somehow, but the piercing her holy sword won’t let her go.

A situation in which the hydra’s poison spread throughout the body is interfering with the action to be performed along with the pain.

“I’ve come all this way… There’s no way I’ll let you go that easily, right?”

Einheri grabbed Isabelle’s head as she tried to move.

Her pain seemed to drive her crazy, but she still managed to hold on.

Then she muttered, smiling broadly through her distorted face.

As if satisfied.

“Together – we will die here.”