Reincarnator
< 25. Gragos (1) >
The High Septon, Otheon, coldly looks at the four humans standing in front of him.
Those who are completed through the Supreme Law.
Though they should be torn to shreds, the situation of the faction is not so good for acting emotionally.
That's why we keep him alive.
To make them work for their own kind.
Drugs that only descend on the renal palace will be taken away from the body's control and controlled by the scent of the renal palace.
The results of a combination of renal exhortation and a drug from Gragos that specializes in this area.
You can't control it completely by yourself, but using the seven fragrances that stimulate the feelings of hostility, loyalty, and flesh, it is not difficult to cast into the army.
And the High Septon had already given all of its fragrances to Hansoo as a token of trust.
"I wish I could keep it under me until I die, but it's a gift for the savior of my kind." Take it. Release it or drag it around. "
Hansoo nods.
'Not bad.'
After finishing the horse, Hansoo sprinkles a little scent and controls it.
"Puha!"
Then, those who were gazed at by the eunuchs stared at Hansook, exhaling violently.
Hansoo looked at them and said,
"Speak comfortably. I have no intention of controlling freedom of speech."
"... bastard. If you're going to do this, kill him. Just."
If you are cast as a puppet like this, the result is obvious.
They're being thrown out as hounds in front of them.
You say it with your own mouth, but you're too threatening to let yourself live.
Hansoo shrugged.
"Really? They'll let you out after you've done all the work."
"...?"
This scent is apparently only eaten in orange.
I'll let you go when I'm done here.
"So let's get along. I told you."
"..."
Hansoo looks back at Sofia as she walks out of the water tank, screaming, with four eyes behind her, "What is this madman thinking?"
"..."
Hansoo looks at Sofia with strange eyes and asks, looking at the tarhole standing next to her.
"Does this discriminate against men and women? Looks like Sofia hasn't changed that much in appearance."
The tar hole nods.
"Of course. We can control our appearance."
"..."
"You seemed so sharp that we turned you into the man you could be. Human flesh, that's the limit. Too bad. I was gonna make it three meters."
"... I'm glad to hear it."
You can't get away from humans like that.
They say they'll hunt with a misunderstanding as monsters, and they might stick to the installation.
That's when the horror of success echoes from afar.
Kuu! Kuu!
Hearing that, the tar hall opens its mouth with a cold expression.
"You're caught. You two stay here. The altar of fire is run by warriors. I'll be right back."
Soon, the tar hole flies toward somewhere far away.
......................
Six men and women trapped by the Akron warriors are brought before the Tarhall.
The tar hall opens its mouth to see those who are confined to the freedom of the whole body.
"I will build you on the altar of fire."
"..."
Altar of Fire.
It's simple
Stand on a burning altar, holding as much Silver Liquid as possible to strengthen the body.
Silver fluids alone are painful, but the fire burns outside.
The inside is smashed with a silver liquid and the outside is surrounded by pain that is burned by fire.
The more painful it is, the less it will die.
Even an unsettled silver liquid works.
Liquid restores a body that burns constantly while inflicting pain.
The liquid loses its power and dies in extreme pain for seven days.
We are fortunate to finish there, but if we think that sin is greater, we restore our bodies and dip them in silver light and stand on the altar of fire again.
"There are a lot of Acarons that died because of you. That sin is so great... We're too busy to take care of you. It's a great blessing to be dead in seven days."
The cold words of the Tarhall make Mirian look full of poison.
I know they're wrong, but you can't look at someone who wants to kill themselves differently.
The Tarhall stares at that gaze and opens his mouth for a moment.
"There is only one way not to stand on the altar of fire. This punishment is cruel, giving him a chance to regenerate."
"!"
"It's simple. If there's only one Akaron here who wants to save you, his punishment will be suspended."
"..."
"We postpone one day per acrone."
In doing so, I spend my time apologizing for the other archaeologists.
We need to see that and increasingly increase the number of acarons that will forgive us.
If you make it suitable for action, the emotional acarons will come out, or even the acarons who raised their hands will drop their hands.
After finishing his speech, Tarhall looks at the six with a firm look.
"You have 10 minutes. If at least one person comes out, we can buy time first."
Tares looks at Eileen urgently.
The other archaeologists have no chance at all.
Right now, I'm staring at Tares with the eye of wanting to tear them apart.
In fact, the synagogue was preparing the altar with a gesture of confidence.
Only Eileen is their hope.
"Eileen! Please! Just give me one chance! I'll do anything you want me to do!"
Eileen smiles bitterly.
Hundreds of his countrymen died because of them.
But in other words, it would have been hard for him to come back without them.
At least the box was real back then.
Eileen opens her mouth slowly.
"What I can save. One person. My vote can only increase by one person per day."
"..."
"Decide among you. I'll give you one more reprieve."
At that point, six looked at each other.
Everyone is a friend.
Even if they betray others and turn their backs on each other, sixty thousand of them have never betrayed each other for five years.
Eventually, betraying Akaron and bringing humans here was a decision we made to save each other.
Tares gives you a hollow look.
'I'd rather have them all dead.'
At the end, rather than seeing them biting each other, the idea that it would be better for all six of them to die and the idea that at least one of them would survive struck me in my head.
Suddenly, Mirian opens his mouth, expressing irritability.
"Oh, I don't know. You're still gonna lick their asses for the rest of your life. I'm done."
Takuya muttered.
"Never mind. If you live like that, you'll die if no one but Eileen gives you permission. I'm tired, too."
As soon as she heard that, Tares made up his mind and opened his mouth.
The leader was himself and ultimately he was responsible for making the decision.
"Never mind. The remaining person...."
Takuya shakes her head.
"No, you have to live. And lastly, I ask you for the most important thing. Only you can do it."
Tares, who knew what the request was, gripped it.
.....................
Hansoo and Otheon have talked about what's to come while the Tarhall solves the problem.
"Are you going straight to the problem of Gragos?"
Hansoo nods.
'Almost there.'
Solve the problem of Gragos and capture Tyrados to make a cure, and then you're done with this gigantic hydrogen form of Gragos.
'... my pain is now solved only by capturing Tyradus.'
That's why I have to ask you now.
"I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?"
Hansoo whispers in Otheon's ear.
"Lead him to Lazar, your sacred white lion, while I solve the problem of Gragos."
At that, Oteon said in green.
"Are you going to cure the White Lion?"
Hansoo nods.
White Lion Lazar.
The most powerful predator of the Gragos, now consumed by the catastrophe of death and sunk into the sea of lava.
Lazar, who was the likeness of a lion but was gentle and resourceful and did not attack the other Gragos on his own, was a symbol of their tribe and a great Gragos that only the great chieftains and successors could live on.
But with the cure, the white lion can rise again.
In the old and graceful way.
"So I need your ability."
That's why Hansoo must save Akron's Shrine.
Blessed Father.
A person capable of communicating with Gragos.
The Pantheon has no control over Gragos, but it is possible to use materials specific to his Divine Power to direct him to another Gragos.
'To be precise, it stimulates the lust of Gragos.'
The only way to get Gragos to move freely, without being controlled by the power of a single creature.
In some ways, it is no big deal, but it is a precious ability for a nomad living on the surface of Gragos who do not know when, and for Akaron, to go to another Gragos.
That is why the power of the High Septon to communicate with Gragos has always been precious, and therefore has been treated as a chieftain who fights on the front lines.
In one such word, the Oteon turned white.
'Indeed….'
If we take it back, they'll have a vast and safe territory at once.
The White Lion, Lazar, is the strongest Gragos no one can threaten.
But the tequilone he heard next to him had a curious look on his face.
'... One Lazar won't be able to save all the human lands. What are you thinking?'
After all, the conversation was quick.
"Then we will lead our tribe and take control of the Legendary Beasts."
The location of this place was discovered anyway.
Even if we caught the attackers, we wouldn't have come here without telling the rest of the clans.
Hansoo nods.
Now we have to move separately.
'Tsk. I wish the Acarons could help...' '
Hansoo kicked my tongue.
The more troops you have, the better, but the more time you can spare the acarons.
It is not easy to finish the work that Magos is doing to get close to Gragos' head through a forest full of them.
At that time, Hansoo was flown with a red brochure.
An urgently flying red windshield bursts out and delivers the message inside.
< Hey! You didn't tell me there were these guys! Come on! >
"Hmm."
It lists the causes of Gragos' lack of fluid, which the upstream found.
Hansoo, who heard the cause of it, kicked his tongue.
'... the Lorelei Clan. Are these the ones that caused it? By the way, we should get going. It's a blurry location.'
The uprising seems fairly large, but it appears to have collided with the Margaux class.
Hansoo looks at Oteon and opens his mouth.
"See you later. I asked you to finish here."
Hansoo quickly begins to move somewhere through the perforated ceiling with Sophia and the rest of the clan.
'Please take good care of it. If you can fix this... we'd really appreciate it.'
Maybe you can stand up for us and fight the Humans.
Otheon looks away from Hansoo and asks, looking at the complex tar hall approaching from afar.
"What happened?"
At that, the tar hole opens its mouth with a vague expression.
"Eileen gives one person a day's grace."
"And the other five survived? We need to move now. Let's set up the remaining five on the altar of fire and get moving."
All the little acarons that were burned to death by the attacking Humans are still in my head.
Seven days is not enough for me, but I can't afford to take care of them for those who need to move.
The tar hole shakes its head.
"No one stands on the altar of fire."
"What?"
Then Tarhall remembers what happened earlier.
"... as soon as a man named Tares was released from custody, he cut off all five throats."
"You couldn't stop him?"
At Otheon's words, the tar hole nods.
"I was so attached. I don't know about the other guys, but he does have some amazing abilities. It didn't seem like a human speaking skill."
"Characteristics."
Otheon looks fair.
'If this happens, we have to take him.'
Otheon frowns.
I've come in with the most likeable Humans I've ever met and the most disliked Humans.
Now that one of them is gone, it's time to finish the other.
If you take him with you, put on some liver spray.
Extend one day per acron.
A silver liquid flows into his body from his mouth and ignites as soon as no one recognizes him.
Then it becomes an altar of fire.
'If he really wants to pay for his crimes against us... it's a long shot.'
I was more likely to die anyway, but I didn't want to leave even one variable in the line ahead of the future of the tribe.
Even if the law is important, there must be a tribe to have the law.
'I should kill him.'
After finishing his thought, Otheon lets out a faint signal and shouts out loud at the surrounding acarons.
"We're moving, too. There's no time."
Soon they begin to head for the Horned Forest, between the horns of the Gragos.
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