“Excellent. I didn't think the magic of that pet would help this much! ”
Earl Timon raised his voice satisfactorily.
He looks at the hole in the iceberg.
The pit flutters.
The earth echoes and the freak echoes through the air.
A sealed Giant is anxious to get out.
However, other yotoons strike the stake, linking the chains, and forcefully blocking it.
“Hang in there. Mist Calf. It's too early for you to wake up.
A creature made by one of the Giant kings of clay.
It was a Mudskipper named Mist Calf.
The most powerful giant in a handful of Jotuns from the Giant Faction.
If only this Mudster could be filled with magic and aged to exert more power.
"You can use the Giant's Heart to break down the portal!" ’
It can achieve the perfect power of the Warp Gate.
Eternal Seal that sends even the living to the other dimension.
This should do it.
“We can get rid of the Celts. ”
The greatest man in history and the worst in history, Celt Olfalls.
I can seal him up.
If he's gone, he won't stand a chance against the sword or the Crown Prince or the Vampire King.
That's why the Vampire King did not go directly to the Holy See.
“But we don't have enough energy. ”
Earl Timon stroked his chin.
As an alchemist, he sought perfection.
I don't intend to unravel a Mudster in a stable posture and take its heart.
To make a Mudster perfect, you'll need more sacrifices.
"...?"
Earl Timon turned his gaze.
A swarming army of zombies is gathering and heading somewhere.
‘By the way... ’
There is a fortress called Lonia.
A fortress created to ease the wrath of the Undead.
Prisoners of the Five Musketeers guarding the place.
I thought you said "Sacrificial?" ’
Earl Timont smiled.
Isn't that a great name?
‘It's the perfect place to sacrifice. ’
Humans there can easily be sacrificed.
“Yotoons.”
Earl Timont's words converge on the jotuns of his ministry.
Thirty yotoons gather on the ground.
The giants, reaching 8 meters, look down at Earl Timont.
Earl Timon raised his head.
“Capture the Sacrificial Castle. Sacrifice all the Humans there. And!”
Earl Timont shouted in a frenzied voice.
“Bring glory to opening the world's first perfect Warp Gate! ”
Zombies gather and march to kill the living.
Earl Timon broke a jar that had aged on ice for decades.
Various undead from the pot have joined the zombies.
Jotuns march together.
Where they're all headed is the Sacrifice.
It was Lonia.
* *
Spell frowns, looking at the man in front of her.
Extra?
What is that, a name?
As an unknown speller, I thought it was a name.
The man in front of you shows no hostility.
However, the smile in my eyes was quite annoying.
Spell aims at the sword and says something, but the man in the swallow mask reaches out his finger first.
“Pointing that sword at me would be dangerous. ”
“What?"
Spell tilts his head, but it is also brief.
Land rises.
Spell's body quickly turns back.
A monster stands in the midst of snow dust.
The gray leather of an accessory holds a melted ugly face in its left hand.
Undead with a toothed sword in his right hand.
It's Durahan.
The one who was buried in the snow woke up at night.
Spell tries to avoid the cold sweat, but the sword is already coming in.
This rough and sharp drawn blade swoops to the front of the spells.
It's hard to avoid! ’
I tried to pick up the sword. But I have a feeling it's too late.
There's no escape from the sudden attack.
Then, someone grabs the back of the spell and knocks it down.
Spell rolls over the snow and looks at the priest who pulled him out.
Spell escapes Durahan, but on the contrary, the priest is in front of Durahan.
“Hey, it's dangerous. Run away!”
Durahan of the Intermediate Undead.
It's too much for a simple sunchick priest to deal with.
When you think about it, Durahan strikes a second blow.
The blade swings and flies at the bird beak mask. The priest put his divine power into his hands and lightly swinged his fist.
The sword and fist collide and flick the blade with their bare hands.
“What...? ”
When Spell tries to say something, the priest takes a step left.
An outstretched fist strikes Durahan's abdomen on the ground.
Kung-!
Durahan's body rises and falls to the ground as the air blows out, intense strikes.
Durahan grunts, shaking his arms and legs like an upside-down bug.
“Not even Durahan's surprise. Not yet.”
The bird beak mask stares at Spell.
“It's not worth coming back from. ”
I stopped the spell and stared at him with a heartfelt look.
Who is it? Could it be Allen? ’
Spell remembers Allen first.
The only people who know that they have been resurrected are Alan and his side.
I heard that the seven popes had come here to Lonia, but Spell had not even thought to look for him. It was because he didn't think he was in a position to meet him.
‘But Alan doesn't have to hide his face, or hide his identity. ’
Above all, as the Crown Prince of the Apocalypse, there is no way I can afford to meet him.
At that moment, the Extra shrugs, wondering if she felt a suspicious look in her eyes.
“The seven popes sent me. ”
That made Spell even more suspicious.
Did Allen have an accomplice named Extra? ’
The man in the bird beak mask moves past the spells and pulls away.
“What are you staring at? ”
“What?"
“Durahan has not yet vanished. ”
Spell turns his head to look at Durahan.
Stand up.
His abdomen burns and all his intestines flow out, but he raises his sword, staring at the living undead.
“Fight.”
Spell glances at the bird beak mask.
He folds his arms and smiles inside.
It feels like I'm looking at a guinea pig.
“After the resurrection, I came to check on the state of change. To see if there are any consequences for the clergy. ”
‘I see.'
Spell understood the situation.
The man named Extra is a bystander who moves at the command of the Seven.
You're here to see the aftermath of resurrection.
‘Even with all the fuss, Alan still thinks of me. ’
7 The prince himself would have considered sending a sidekick instead of coming himself.
That was Spell's idea.
‘Even the treatment of ordinary people resurrected the clergy. ’
Inside the mask, Alan looks at Spell.
‘After treating the clergyman, you'd better see if there are any consequences or not. ’
I've never been able to pinpoint a spell's power, but there's something I saw during Aslan.
It's deadly enough to stop the Musketeers from defending the King.
I wanted to see what had changed since the resurrection.
I want to test the elixir Hans gave me as a leader.
“Damn it…. ”
Spell swears.
You pick up your sword and dig for Durahan.
As Durahan wields his sword, he dodges and swipes away, smashing the head of Durahan in his left hand.
The headache flies away with your hand, and Durahan's body falls forward.
“Phew... ”
Spell sighs of relief and turns back.
“Hey, are you sure Allen... ”
I grabbed hold of Spell's head.
Something forced into my mouth.
“Ugh…! ”
“There is definitely an increase in sexual strength. I grew up a little bit. But only a little."
Spell looks at the bottle with its eyes rolled shut.
Something smells nasty, and it's been irritating to the tip of my nose through my mouth.
An abomination I've never tasted before forcefully slips down my throat.
“Oops!"
I tried to vomit when the bottle came out of my mouth, but the priest forced me to turn it off.
“W-what are you...? ”
The clergyman understands the suppressed accent.
“It's good for the body. Drink it."
Good for you? What nonsense!
The pain is like the tip of your tongue melting away.
The stench of bitterness clouds the mind, and pain comes as if your throat is tingling and your stomach is burning.
This is definitely poison.
"Damn, wasn't that Alan's sidekick? ’
An assassin, perhaps? Or a vampire sent you!
As all thoughts surged, my hand was clenched from my stuffy mouth.
The priest retreated.
Spell coughs.
It doesn't look like poison to me yet.
Spell hurries his fingers into his mouth to vomit.
However, I felt nauseous and did not spit out what I swallowed.
“Is it absorbed already? ”
The extra man mutters as if surprised.
Spell glances at the extra with Sareh's voice.
“What have you done to me? ”
“Try to apply your sexual strength. ”
“What are you talking about? ”
The Extra summons the Great Sword and swings it.
Spell is stunned and fended off with a sword.
Leaning into a hard block.
“Control your power. ”
“So what...! ”
“Or you die. ”
Power flows from the hands of the Extra.
Your strength rises and you press the spell.
The Great Sword gradually begins to break the crude sword that Spell was holding.
"...!"
What the hell were you thinking? ’
Patience has its limits.
I've been patient with Allen's side, but I won't spare him now.
“Ahhhh!”
Spell fights.
Put the sacred power in your hands and place it on your sword.
Immediately, his eyes widen.
The flowing force is firmly attached to the sword, not scattered.
The crack in the broken sword permeated my power and increased my hardness.
Stronger and sharper.
As Spell empowers his hand, the sword buries the clergyman's blade.
And the Great Sword was cut off, flying into thin air.
The Extra steps back and gazes at the dagger with its roots cut. Later, he looks at the spells and admires them.
"... that's one hell of a temp. ”
He uses his original voice without even knowing it.
He gazes at his sword and hand in surprise.
Breathing was stable. My hair became clearer and my sexual control became much more proficient than before.
“I've heard it works wonderfully, but direct. ”
At the Extra's soliloquy, Spell turns his head to look at him.
It is said to have experimented with something.
The unsavory Spell draws his sword with vigilance.
“What did you do to me? What was that medicine? ”
Instead of answering Extra to Spell's question, he said something.
“Come back here tomorrow. ”
“What?"
“You'll need to see a more precise medication. ”
What do you mean, drugs?
The extra said something after Spell hesitated.
“Don't you want to be stronger? Spell.”
That said, the spells stopped.
Allen looks at the empty bottle and smiles on the mask.
‘If only I had this. ’
We might be able to train the right soldiers.
* *
A luxury room assigned to you by a mansion.
Hans frowns in horror.
I was so surprised that I screamed in the middle of the night. There's a commotion between the servants and the maids.
Hans bites the servant girl and her servants.
He then closes the visit and looks down at the jar in his hand.
You stare in surprise as you apply Mana.
‘Grown.’
I had goosebumps on my skin.
My back is creeping me out.
Even though it was a medicine I made, I didn't even know I could exert this much power.
‘Out of calculation. ’
I tasted it by adding the finest holy water from the Holy Father's Law Department.
The taste was the worst and the growth rate was marginal.
I have to watch for years to see the effect.
This is an amazing thing.
However, the sap combined with the holy water of the seven popes is overwhelming compared to others.
"Dangerous, really dangerous. ’
Unlike his mind, Hans curls his mouth and growls.
"If this gets out, they'll be kidnapped or killed. ’
Strength is divided by talent and effort in the world.
However, with this elixir, we can have a growth rate that surpasses them.
If only one country could monopolize this.
‘... and conquer the world. ’
Raise the strongest army in history.
He made it with his own hands.
As an alchemist, I was delighted and pleased to create a historic potion.
‘I have my skills, but the Holy Father's water is different from his. ’
I couldn't call it Holy Water anymore.
It's like God's holy circulation.
Knock-knock.
You hear a knock from the door leaning behind your back, but Hans doesn't hear it.
‘What should I do? Should I discard it?’
This is something that shouldn't be in this world.
No, it can be controlled.
This won't work unless it's a Holy Water just made by Saint Allen Olfolds.
That is, the seven popes may be exclusive.
Knock-knock.
‘I'm sure I'll return the favor, but this is too powerful. ’
Bang, bang!
‘What should I do? I really don't know... ’
Boom!
Hans slumps forward with the door roughly opened.
Hans looks back.
The seven princes stare down at themselves, filming their buttocks.
“You okay?"
7 The Emperor gives Hans a nod.
Thanks to this, my hair was straightened out.
Allen, who was looking into Hans's condition, said,
“Hans, can you get me some more of that elixir? ”
“Yes?”
Hans looks puzzled.
He stares at the bottle in his hand and unconsciously sticks it out.
“It was made before. Just add the holy water. ”
Allen takes it and shakes his gourd bottle with a satisfactory smile.
“Your Highness, did you call for me? ”
That's when Charlotte walked down the hall.
Despite Charlotte's words, Allen opened the bottle cap and put holy water in it.
The color turned bright and the bottle was shaken.
As the stench gradually spread around, Charlotte struggled to resist the urge to block her nose.
Instead, I couldn't help but frown.
“Charlotte."
At that moment, Alan reaches out and grabs Charlotte's shoulder.
Charlotte flinches.
She looks at Allen's hands and feels a strange feeling.
I stared at Allen's hand for a while and she turned her gaze away.
Allen shakes his gourd bottle and smiles.
“Would you like to try some pills? ”