Bang!
Full of hot heat.
- Tank!
A huge hammer is slammed down.
Ta-da! Ta-da!
Dozens of dwarves hammer violently.
My thick forearms twitch.
You strike the fang with a red hammer.
“We need to melt his fang-! ”
“Raise the heat! ”
“Turn the furnace up-! ”
Dwarves howl and scream.
Increases heat even more by using the furnace flowing in the volcanic zone.
A dark red light spreads around the closed forge.
Bellogue gives orders to the dwarves.
“You have to finish the job quickly to make the caries come alive. ”
The bone of a dragon in legend.
It's also a dragon's fang.
We cannot use such precious things in vain.
The fangs rarely melt despite the efforts of the dwarves.
“Damn it!”
The bellogue looks at the fangs in the furnace and spits.
As long as the breath of the dragon endures, a much more powerful flame is needed to melt.
How many days have passed? ’
It feels like a year ago.
As the work began, the dwarves felt nervous.
This piece will fail unless you refine your fangs as soon as possible.
“Use Alchemy! Force the furnace temperature to rise. ”
The dwarves covered the robes in Bellogue's instructions and poured the foreign matter in the pot into the furnace.
As the unknown liquids entered the glory hall, an explosion occurred.
A flame rises and the dwarves in leather take a step back.
“What would a dwarf do with fear of fire! ”
Bellogue grunts and approaches the furnace.
The fangs in the furnace loosen gradually.
Okay, it's working!
Increased heat
Now all you have to do is form and cool down.
“... cooling with the Holy Water of the Prince. ”
Like a machine, a giant tweezer raises its fangs and puts them on top of the anvil.
"Chop!"
The dwarves rush in at once.
A big hammer begins.
Keep each other breathing and tap the fangs to match the beat.
“Eltera, the Ore of Spirits. ”
Sprinkle magical resistant metal powder on top.
“And the Holy Water of the Crown Prince. ”
The Holy Water Lake, formerly made by hunting Lycans, is used to cure rapid cooling and materials by using the water raised there.
Time flies.
The dwarves' faces burn black.
How long has it been? ’
Bellogue sweats coldly.
It feels like two years ago.
I think about it all the time, but I'm numb to time when I'm working.
Extreme concentration produced another parallax.
Bellogue grips his teeth.
"I can't fail the masterpiece of my life! ’
“Heating!”
Faster. But we have to be careful.
“Rise!”
Reduce time as much as possible.
Otherwise the fangs, the carina, die.
“Holy water cooled! ”
By craftsmanship, you have to make the best things in the world.
Five days, six days? Or is it more? ’
Time flies.
It feels like three years ago.
The Dwarves grow weary one by one.
I hammered in the choking heat all day.
I couldn't eat, drink, or sleep.
It feels like it's been a while since I've seen daylight outside the forge.
I had never been so much of a slave in my life.
“Now…. I can't.”
“Damn, what the... It's hard.”
The dwarves faint, one by one.
Not yet!
Bellogue's legs twitch.
Grab a giant hammer with both hands.
The pain comes as if your arms and legs were swollen and your spine was twisted.
Nevertheless, Bellogue does not stop hammering.
I focused all my senses with as much effort as I did when I hit.
The dwarves look at the bellows and open their mouths.
“Shit, it's been a few days! ”
“It can't be more than 10 days, right? ”
“Don't be an asshole! ”
The armor must be completed in as short a time as possible to save the dragon's fangs, make things stronger, and more sturdy.
“Don't all talk nonsense and focus on your work! ”
Bellogue says that, but his mouth trembles.
Fear ruled my mind.
We may fail! ’
Negative thoughts eroded my mind.
‘Please, please, I hope this works! ’
Bellogue eagerly wished. Not only that, it was the wind of all the dwarves in the forge.
"You can't fail. ’
The Empress herself ordered it.
I could not disappoint his expectations.
“To the Empress. ”
The dwarves nod, tired of Belloq's muttering.
“For the Empress -! ”
The dwarves bite at Bellogue's cry.
They hammer again.
“For the Empress -! ”
“For Hilda -! ”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“I will complete the strongest shield on earth -! ”
Bellogue makes the final hammer.
Immediately, there was an explosion at the forge.
The dwarves fall in shock, and the bellows bounce off the blast.
The steel gate, which was holding the forge in place, falls out with Belloq.
Suddenly, the forge catches fire in the air.
The pot of holy water that was on the shelf was broken and the waterway smothered the flames.
The cloudy vapor wrapped around the forge.
The dwarves who took their time outside the door are startled and stare at the fallen bellows.
Along with the steel door, Bellogue sighs and vomits a black cough.
“Bellogue?”
“What, the sound of the explosion...! ”
The gaze of the dwarves waiting outside turns towards the forge.
It's dark inside the forge. No vision was seen by the cloudy vapor.
The dwarves' faces are pale as they look.
“What the... ”
“Belloq, did you come out now? ”
The dwarves' gaze gathers on Bellogue. It is also a shivering mumble.
Bellogue groans and looks frustrated and devastated.
Bellogue turns his gaze at the nearby dwarves.
The moment I noticed the hardened faces of the dwarves, I realized something was wrong.
"Oh, my God, has it been more than 10 days?" ’
Bellogue is filled with terror.
He yells at the other dwarves.
“A few days, a few days! ”
It feels like three years have passed.
I spent such a painful time and spent all my energy.
But how much time has passed in real life?
If it's been more than 10 days...?
The effort so far has become a foam.
Then, one of the dwarves opens his mouth.
“... three days. ”
The dwarf's words stiffen, startled.
“What?"
Bellogue checks the dwarves.
The dwarf closest to you mutters as if to himself.
“Three days…, ”
The dwarves slowly look back at the forge.
Bellogue also stares at the entrance of the forge, dazed.
The morning sun rises.
Bright sunlight shines into the forge, which was obscured by darkness.
The dwarves inside the forge prowl.
Smoke vapors sink.
As the sun shines, the sacred silver glows.
The blue powder engraved the symbol, and the shield combining the inverse triangle and the cross was wet and glittering with holy water.
Can withstand flames and reflect shock. And even the most sacred of all is the dragon's shield.
“Oh, my God.”
Bellogue's pupils are dilated.
He looks at the beautiful white shield and says as if he is bewitched.
“This is the masterpiece of my life. ”
Even the dwarves agree, they keep their mouths shut without saying anything.
And Bellogue insisted.
“I really made the best shield. ”
In the history of the continent, it was the moment when the best shield was made.
* *
“The investigation is over. ”
Lord Jennard's mansion.
I was sitting in the conference room listening to Haman's report.
Elise, Hans, Lord Jennard and Charlotte are there together.
“The opponent is Earl Timon. ”
Ice Voice, home of the Commander King in the North.
The nephew vampire who lives there.
It was Earl Timont who was with the two princes, Rupel.
I got Haman's paperwork.
I looked through the contents.
The information I learned by torturing Lycans, and the information I learned by torturing two Popes Rufel at the Holy See.
I handed over the data, and Haman kept talking.
“Earl Timont has been studying warp gates for thousands of years. ”
It was Hans who responded.
Hans opens his eyes and looks at the documents.
“And use it to open a dimensional door.... ”
Haman stared at me.
“... it seems to be a plan to bring down the Great Depression. ”
“Like hell. ”
I clasped my back against the couch.
Warp Gate, Dimensional Gate.
They are quite reluctant words.
Inferno in Ireland.
If it were open, it would be an unstoppable problem for me as well.
Earl Timont seems to be experimenting to complete something beyond purgatory.
“It's also almost complete and last-minute. ”
“That's impossible! ”
Hans stands up and shouts.
He shakes his head excitedly.
“A vampire completes a Warp Gate? That's absolutely...! ”
“They gave information to the Necromancers. Just that, the Necromancers created a warp connected to purgatory. ”
Hans was stunned and stiffened by my words.
He looked at me.
“Do you think they're impossible? ”
Hans grips his teeth to see if he doesn't want to admit it.
After a brief silence, you open your mouth.
“... maybe. And to be honest with you, I admit defeat. ”
Hans sits down on his forehead.
I looked at Hans and looked back at Haman.
“So? What is it exactly? Open purgatory again? ”
“No, I don't think so, but the information is lacking. But if that's true...”
I spilled Haman's tail.
If that were true, the Holy See could be in danger.
Above all, the waves of death are coming soon.
The curse of the commander king that magically floods the entire continent begins.
Until then, we have to do something.
I clasp and wiggle my fingers. However, Haman swept his face off one of his papers.
It's not about vampires.
The Imperial Palace of the Holy See, a report on the current situation.
The Great Depression is currently at peace.
However, there were signs of abnormalities in the body of the Holy See Celt.
He was never out of shape, but he fell asleep at work often, feeling fatigued by everyday life.
As a symbol of the Holy See, the most powerful man on the face of the earth, and the Vampires, he began to weaken with fear.
A lifeline that cannot be stopped by holy water, by sexual power, or by anything.
Celtic life expectancy has been reached.
I'm Celt Olfalls, not anyone else.
He's got about a decade left to go to Guia.
I believed so firmly.
I sighed while looking at the report.
The only thing we need to worry about right now is vampires.
I think it's best to stop by the Imperial Palace after this is over.
I looked at the people in the conference room and said,
“He created a warp that connects to purgatory. ”
Everyone's gaze focused on me.
“I don't know what else to do. ”
The waves of death seem to be approaching December 25th.
So...
“We'll hit them first. ”
I said face-to-face with those in the conference room.
“As soon as the cavalry arrives, the prisoners form up and attack the ice planet." ”
They are lousy prisoners, but with Lord Jennard in command and Elise, Haman and Charlotte on board, it shouldn't be too difficult to subdue the undead on the command's land.
And I...
“Hans.”
“Yes, yes? ”
Hans tilts his head in wonder.
“Prepare for warp. Get rid of them from the inside. ”
Hans looks stunned. And I cried out in surprise.
“Whoa, are you going to warp? ”
“Is that possible?"
“No, of course not. But it's time to prepare... ”
“How long will it take? ”
"..."
Hans ponders his thoughts, wrapped around his head.
You shake your eyes, muttering the unknown words as if you were calculating something, and clapping your hands together.
“December 24. Then it's done.”
“The day before the waves of death. ”
It's a close time.
But there's still time to deal with the vampires.
In one night, I intend to annihilate them completely.
“Please, we'll use the warp to infiltrate their interior. ”
Hans nods at my words.
* *
“Grab your weapons! ”
“You can't just stand there! ”
You can see the prisoners moving freely through the mansion window.
He is obsessed with winning and has high morale.
"Are you sure you want to do this? ”
Charlotte asked as if she was worried.
She was the one who urgently stopped me from going in the middle of the enemy.
I sat on the couch in the Oval Office and said, chewing the refreshments.
“There's only one warp Hans made. ”
Hans winces, drawing warp jeans right next to him on the floor.
Hans glanced at me and said,
“... search anywhere on the continent. How many people can complete a warp like me? ”
I shook my hand as if to not be angry.
These vampires are a dangerous people to lose.
I felt that warp was a threat to me in Ireland, and I intend not to obstruct it by any means or means.
From now on, I will infiltrate the interior and eliminate the Vampire.
The prisoners who surround the Ice Wall need to deal with the remaining survivors who are on the run.
If I were Earl, I'd get rid of it myself.
There may be risks, but we will have to take them.
Elise will be with Charlotte, and she'll help me in dangerous situations.
“Anyway, take good care of her. Charlotte."
“Ha, but…. ”
When she tries to say something, she brings out a refreshment and shuts her mouth.
Charlotte stared at me, chewing the refreshment while speaking.
“There's nothing to worry about. ”
“... I understand. ”
I can't believe he just gave up.
Charlotte will assist Lord Jennard in catching the Vampires escaping the Ice Wall.
She sighs and still hesitates.
Charlotte opens her mouth with moxa.
“Supply will be here any minute. About half a day from here to Ice Castle. ”
Charlotte looked at me and said.
“Until then, be safe. ”
“Of course.”
I smiled as if I told you not to worry.
“You're all set!”
I turned my head.
I can see Hans' warp jeans.
“Bring it to life. The more volume you put in, the safer it is."
Hans backs away from the warp jeans.
I climbed over the warp jeans.
I'm a little nervous.
It reminds me of Aslan.
At that time, there were enemies everywhere.
“You're safe, right? ”
Looking at Hans, he raises his thumb and shouts with confidence.
“Of course! Who am I? You're a genius alchemist! ”
I hope you get results that suit your confidence.
“Oh my! And this... ”
Hans gives me the crystal ball.
An explosive crystal used by Hans to destroy Orcs.
Magic armor that detonates and poisons all over the place.
“The principle is to burst Holy Water. ”
“That's a good item. ”
I took a crystal ball and took a breath.
You raise your power with your hands to the warp jeans.
“Well...”
A white mark is engraved on the warp jeans.
“Here we go."
And my body was torn apart into molecules.
* *
The Vampires under the command of Earl Timont were more specialized in magic and alchemy than in battle.
Just before I was an undead, a group of renowned talents gathered together to conduct all sorts of experiments.
The area of interest, of course, was warp.
The crypt of the iceberg.
with dozens of warp jeans engraved all over the continent.
Leather aprons, gloves, and goggles converge in the warp jeans, tilting their heads.
Warp jeans glow.
This is the reaction when someone comes through the warp to the ice planet.
“What, who are you? ”
“Is there anyone who's supposed to come to warp today? ”
I tilted my head, making eye contact with each other.
The list using warp fills me with doubts.
“No, I don't think so. He's not even a guest of Earl Timont's. ”
I checked the list and was sure no one would come here.
It was time for the Vampires to be vigilant and grab the weapons from the wall.
They are flabbergasted and silent.
The energy of the Mild Holy Power spreads from the warp jeans.
Bright white aura flutters like a wave.
What is it, sexual history? Why does the Vampire Warp Gene have such a strong strenght...? ’
The Vampires step back with a pale face.
At that moment, molecules break apart over the warp jeans engraved with runes.
The Vampires feel their hearts throbbing.
Chop-chop.
Metal gloves lift your foot.
Whole body armor.
A musket in your right hand and a shield-wrapped figure in your left hand walk out.
Behind him, another paladin in full body armor accompanies him.
They're all gripping the muskets.
“What...? ”
Paladin?
No, but why is everyone wearing muskets...?
Dozens of people plucked up the gun.
Vampires did not understand the situation.
Dozens of paladins protruding from their own private warp jeans, with muskets on their backs?
Wait, Muskets? ’
A rumor came to mind.
The Vampires are bored blue.
The Vampire Slayer, something called the Lycan Butcher.
The seventh prince of the Holy Empire, who hunted all kinds of great-grandfathers with a single Musket.
“Holy King Allen Olpol...! ”
Then, along with the gunshot, one of the Vampires' heads explodes.
The vampire who loses his head is completely engulfed in flames.
My head bursts and my body aches.
The rest of the Vampires turn their gaze toward the warp jeans, shaking in fear.
Smoke flows from one of the leading muskets.
The amount that became a signal flashes in the helmet and breathes into the musket.
Muskets slowly walk out of the warp.
Dozens of dead were pointing at the muskets in unison over the cloudy smoke.
A paladin in the lead walks out and opens his mouth in his helmet.
“Vampire…. ”
The Vampires flinch.
The shield is raised and shrouded.
Muskets are pointed at the Vampires.
“Hunting.”
In a word, the vampires scream.