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[Wave 12] Test of Warriors

Ranubel walks around diligently preparing for camp, wondering when his bridge had been sore.

You hew the ground with your magic and build a wall of dirt around it. In the middle, you burn a pyre of dried Lucifer's excrement to make a campfire.

After that,

Boom! Boom! Phew! Phew...

I took out seven sleeping bags from the 4-dimensional bag and spread them around the campfire. There are eight of them in total, but the Dark Knight is dead and unnecessary.

Despite his magical aids, Ranubel demonstrated the ultimate in efficiency without a single tooth error, like the orchestra's performer.

"Braves! Good work again today! ’

"Thank you, Miss Lanubel. ’

‘Ranubel is good at everything. ’

‘Miss Lanubel, well done. ’

The ironic situation of camping for Ranubel unfolds while everyone is thankful for it.

Did he give you this bottle of pills?

Ranubel and the warriors, who were admired for pretending to be cute and forgiven, gathered around a campfire to talk about their plans ahead, what happened today, and then fell asleep one by one.

How good it would be to end up with...

‘Chu, Chu, cold...! ’

I can't sleep because of mosquitoes! ’

‘Hnng?! Cockroach dot?!'

I need the bathroom! ’

If it snows here, it'll be gold painting....

“Brave! Brave! Can you sleep in this situation? ”

Lady A, who covered in dark red blood, woke me up shaking.

I was rolling my sleeping bag over my head to avoid grass-flying dirt, noise and bugs.

And I said,

“Holy shit, are you crazy? We can't march tomorrow unless we get him back on his feet. ”

“Tomorrow is not the problem! We're not gonna make it through the night! ”

“Isn't it your job to make it through the night okay? ”

“Well, that's... Now's not the time to get it wrong! The expedition is about to end! ”

I slowly got up.

A variety of solutions came to mind.

Dramatic acts that are hard to stop are most effective, but that's just like the zigzagging.

What if he's a real warrior?

“Wu-? ”

“Whoo-hoo! ”

I started to hear terminals all over the forest.

It was the result of the spirit king sitting in the center of my groin and sniffing happily for the children below.

Chimera and monsters under spiritual interference fought against each other and lost their lives one by one.

It's not domination. It stimulates their violence, turning hunting priorities from the weakest humans to the nearest creatures.

It's a simple incitement.

Soon my son-in-law was silent.

Thanks to the retreat of severely wounded, the surrounding Chimera and monsters were lured away.

It's temporary, but it'll hold out until dawn.

“Sa, did you buy it? ”

“Hehe! Hehe! ”

“I thought you were going to die.... ”

“Knight! Phew! ”

The weary paladins and priests settle on damp ground with the blood of men and monsters.

Relaxed, they throw away their faces and leave them to their primitive instincts. It's because both the body and the mind are so exhausted.

The hero tomato was no exception.

“Was I arrogant.... What a hero... ”

He was more tired than anyone else, who helped him as much as he could.

Tomato armor, specially crafted in the Holy Kingdom, has also suffered numerous attacks and has already lost its function.

He seemed to think he had to retreat.

I would have done it if I were him. I realized I was out of power.

“Warrior, what did you do? ”

Saint A, who noticed the change sooner than anyone else, asked me.

“That's not what's important right now. ”

I gave her back what she told me.

Monsters born in nature quickly return to nature when they die. But you are not a human being born in a woman's womb.

When you die, your body remains rotten or eaten until it disappears. If you don't get it right, you can become a ghost or a dead man.

And here is the saint.

A job where resurrection, instead of funeral, can be a fraudulent retreat.

But this also has time limits and conditions. The longer you leave the corpse, the harder it will be to resurrect.

“... Yes. Excuse me.”

Lady A turns around and runs hard to the warriors. I can take care of the wounded, but I leave that to the priests.

“By the way... I've been camping for a long time, and my back's frozen. I'd feel a little better if I had a soft hot pack... Meow.”

You see the dead priest face down on the dirt floor.

But there was no lower half. The sleazy monster seems to have severed her lumbar spine between 4 and 5.

Although it was early to see her face, the beautiful woman with the exposed spine was generally a beauty.

▶ Question: How do you tell if your spine is pretty?

It's a long experience touching different spines.

And the priests of the Fantasy continent are beautiful regardless of age. That's why even the most profane rumors about voting beauty over faith...

It's scientifically proven.

Race: Human

⁄ Level: 346

Job: Priest (Hair = Healing )

⁄ Skill: Healing A Charm A Immortality B Strength B Aesthetics C...

Status: Death, Illness, Curse, and Fear

It is because of the nature of the priesthood's occupation.

When you are young, it raises the healing power with beauty, and when you are old, it maintains the healing power with beauty.

There is no law telling men not to be priests, but women in the Fantasy continent have very little hope for priesthood because they prefer the strong to the handsome.

“Lady, if you're sleeping on a cold dirt floor, go back to your mouth. ”

I grabbed the priest's slender wrist and lifted it. I tried to look at his face, but his eyelids were full of maggots.

The soft chest was bitten, and the ribs were clearly visible, and inside it was full of worms instead of organs.

It's hard to revive even by the power of a saint. If the level is incredibly high, you can make enormous sacrifices and resurrect, but this priest is not that high.

If so,

Race: Human

⁄ Level: 346

Job: Priest (Hair = Healing )

⁄ Skill: Healing A Charm A Immortality B Energy B Enthusiasm C...

Status: Illness, Curse, Fear

I decided to slightly improve my skills.

Humans want to stay old until they die, but if they don't fulfill their lifespans and die, it won't matter.

The larynx!

A maggot pours from the priest's eyes, nose and mouth. And new eyes, tongues, lips, etc. were ripped out.

There was also a change at the bottom.

The torn and severed organs repel the insects, and the missing body parts continue to grow like death.

Rich breasts, peach-like buttocks, school legs, baby toes....

She was just as pretty as her spine.

“Cough, cough!”

The priest coughed and reported the survivor.

“Are you all right?”

I asked with a bold expression instead of a 60-year-old righteous warrior smile. I didn't want to be mistaken for a dark heart.

The priest looked at his body and was furious.

“I must have died...? ”

“I'm glad you're okay. ”

I headed for the sleeping bag, and the priest followed me naturally. You don't seem willing to help your colleagues.

She grabbed my hand. Then he said in a crawling voice.

“I…. Warrior.”

“Lumbar spine - a pretty priest with a nice waist. What brings you here?”

The priest looks at me with an ‘affectionate' gaze. Her hot pack-like hands made the cold weather colorless.

“... Aah! Suddenly dizziness... ”

Fluffy.

The priest threw a clumsy act and fell right into my arms.

I had just been stuck in the dirt floor and my unhygienic dirty body and clothes made me uncomfortable, but I endured it because I was a good warrior.

Of course, I didn't want to endure it.

Aaaaah!

I washed in a flash with the water spirit.

“Ugh - Glug-ug-ug... ”

Priests were placed in a whirlpool produced in the air and spun like a superstrong washing machine.

I did not show mercy as much as there was no detergent. Her ragged clothes are removed neatly, leaving no flakes.

In just three seconds, the priest was clean.

My eyes were twirling so badly, but in exchange for cleanliness, they were only a minor side effect.

Weeing -

The Spirit of Fire and the Spirit of Wind worked together to act as a dryer. Thanks to this, the remaining moisture in my skin and hair was dry in a single moment.

“Oops! You must be dizzy. ”

“Yes. The world is spinning... ”

This time it seemed genuine without smoke.

I entered the sleeping bag with a hot pack - a disgruntled priest suffering from resurrection sequelae.

“Rest well until your body and mind are at rest. ”

“Yo, warrior? There... Ahhh! ”

“We're doing a thorough review. Touch it and let me know if it hurts. ”

“I'm not sure. One more time... ”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Ha ha! Lord. Forgive me for being selfish! ”

A warrior like you saved a life today!

*

The expedition that had survived the first day left again.

There was a trivial objection from the hero Tomato, but the warrior's trial, Saint-A, was disbanded without giving up the expedition.

She had no other choice.

What is the Witness of the Holy Spirit?

Supporting a warrior chosen by God.

I can't help it if I already have support from another saint, but if I don't, I must prove my worth.

She's a saint.

It's the destiny of this job.

“Lady A. Beautiful night, isn't it? ”

“If you think so, I think it's a beautiful night. ”

“How was my test? ”

“...... ”

Lady A, who came into my sleeping bag, did not answer.

Today is the fifth day of camp.

By the time metallurgical damage had accumulated even after the first day of the most deaths and disappearances, the warriors and junk had reached near the entrance of the chimeric makers' laboratory.

The hero Tomato was killed in vain on the third day by defeating three nameless chimeras. The dead body falls down the cliff with bad luck and cannot be resurrected.

Absorb a lost knight into the Saint.

What about the leader of the Sanctuary?

Boom, boom, boom!

He's been on my radar since yesterday.

Boom!

When Lady A fainted in her sleeping bag, the entrance to the lab, which was to be broken and entered, was opened without warning.

There comes a skinny middle-aged wizard.

You don't look so good.

“Oh, my God, have you seen this absurd bastard? In front of the Grand Wizard's house, devoted day and night to his research with noble intentions! ”

He was angry at the sacred hot pack.

“I could use a hot pack on a cold day. Why are you so nervous, hmm? What's wrong with your face? Like a man without a hot pack in his pocket. ”

A long time ago, a sorcerer accidentally found the body of an angel and snuck into this forest without informing the Holy Kingdom, his home country.

His purpose is to raise an absolute obedient angel!

However, only intact chimeras were mass-produced.

“Wait! You can't be... I hope that woman who is naked in the open is not a saint called the treasure of the Holy Kingdom...? ”

“Why do you say no? It offends the lady who hears it. Hey, the Grand Wizard himself. Prejudice is bad. That's why your research is taking place 10 years from now. ”

The Wizard's face caught in my taunt turned red.

“What are you, the devil who defiles the most noble and innocent saint on the Middle World?" ”

After returning the two days of wrecking the strongest castle on the central continent of Fantasy, I sincerely answered the wizard's question wearing trousers.

“You are a holy warrior. ”

On top of the Fantasy Barbarians' heads, a 60-year-old warrior has succeeded in luring his boss out of the dungeon!

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