To Deprive a Deprived Person

Three years of the Holy Calendar, a certain country in the western part of the Lame continent.

That country was small and small in both territory and population when compared to the five major powers. But he excelled in "Necromancer Magic" and "Alchemy," and by virtue of his power he had the same voice as the great powers.

It was also praised by small but sixth powers and nations, such as using the technology at all costs to actively support the poor countries around them. Many countries supported it, and it was rumored that they would join the great powers in the near future.

But that wonderful country had been transformed into a crippled figure by the war.

"It's an extra one."

A soldier was dragging something stained in bright red.

If you stare, you'll see that's the corpse of an old man. Why can't you tell you're an old man without staring him in the eye, the body was engraved with countless lacerations. Arms on the face, chest, legs and entire body are rattled, as if they had been mutilated with fangs or nails.

"Is that all of it?

As if sick of it, one of the soldiers asks.

"That's not true. Even if it's a small country, it's a whole country, including the people."

The man who looked around, knowing what his colleague said, turns out to be a surprisingly blue face on that fellow corpse. The man embraced himself because his body trembled uncontrollably.

Lying on the earth were dead to little children and women, to men, to old men, to soldiers, knights and even infants of this country. Most of those dead faces say, "Why?" He seemed to be asking.

Not a single soldier in this country amazingly gathered more than 120,000 bodies.

Funny thing is, the weapons that the soldiers collecting that body are wearing are not unified. These are red-based armor, commonly found in eastern countries, and armor mixed with gold in northern blue, as well as leather armor with an emphasis on the speed of the South. Soldiers also include magic artillery from infantry to archers and dragon knights across cavalry and Wyburn. Inside are units that have been able to obey demons. Moreover, the skin, hair and eyes of the soldiers varied.

In other words, the two hundred and eighty thousand troops here are multinational. That was obvious if you look at the flags flying in the army.

Particularly prominent are the military flags of the five powers, while others are the flags of about a dozen belonging countries.

"Hey, look at that."

"What's up?

"It's Reis."

One of the soldiers who is silently collecting the body realizes the presence of Reis staring at the task.

"This is all people are dying. It springs up like a ray."

"What do we do? Kill him?"

A man hands on a sword pattern.

"Stop it. I can't do anything."

"But orders from above..."

"No more -"

Let the arguing men go, and those around them face like dead, silently collecting the bodies.

Every man's eyes were void, and the heaps of corpses stacked one after the other were yet like sights of hell.

It's burning.

My favorite garden, the castle, the town, it all turns to ash.

Dead.

The people, the knights, the soldiers, they all died to protect this country.

My brother or sister, who was always harsh and scary but tender, had many novels, but always tender grandfather and gardener, who often talked about flowers, took care of me -, cooked - and everyone was dead.

"Hey, look at that."

"What's up?

"It's Reis."

I can hear the men in the distance, but I (...) can't do anything about it right now.

No. I can't do anything with my helplessness from the beginning.

He failed to reincarnate (...) and became one of the lowest undead lays, not the high undead.

I lost my proud hair, my skin, my voice, even my name.

No power whatsoever.

I am powerless.

It's like...

"Oh come on, - you don't have an identity or shit. I don't want to end up like that."

"Must be."

I heard a loud voice.

A large number of men are gathered and marching.

He was proudly poking up many long spears.

On the tip of the spear - on the tip - on the tip -

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Or, of the spear... the tip of the spear has several stitches in its neck.

All of this is mutilated by a bump, but no matter how unharmed you look, you can't just look at that face wrong.

- It's my father and mother.

My beloved father and mother's... oh my... nah... the men are marching with their heads pierced to the tips of their spears and roaring.

I know other faces.

- That's... that's your face.

The undead feel no pain.

It's a lie.

So, what's this chest pain that's all this laceration?

I have no feelings for the undead.

It's a lie.

How do you explain this emotion that overflows next?

I want to kill him.

I cannot forgive those who brought my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, my grandfather, and my people into this sight.

I'll kill you.

Even if it takes hundreds of years, I'll make sure to do it.

I will surely kill you the same way.

That is my role and mission.

Don't let this anger weather with time.

No, let it. Is that what you want me to do?

From now on, my - my (...) name is Rage (Russ).

This unfortunate event, which took place in the third year of the Holy Calendar, is left in the historical books by the nations not to be forgotten.

Each country writes it down from a different point of view, but there was something in common.

That 's--

By the despicable betrayal of the beast man the kingdom full of the mercy of the people perished.

-.

No history book describes in detail what thoughts there were, about this nation of doomed people.

On the occasion of this event, prejudice from man to beast increases. It becomes increasingly radical, spreading to other racial prejudices such as elves and dwarves as well as the Beast Nation.

In the same year, the Laem Continental Union changed its name to the Laem Union. At the same time, laws were enacted to prohibit the acquisition of "Necromancer Magic" by individuals and the possession of various materials, and to destroy all literature, etc.

The following year, one country, as the sixth largest, is approved by the Laem Union. From this time on, more and more countries call other races subhuman.

In the Eighth Year of the Holy Calendar, 'Mixing', a subhuman country made up of the Lehm Union and several races, begins the war.

This war will result in a decisive crack between people and other races.

This is what one historian's history book says.

Such (...) must never be forgiven. You must not be forgiven.

Historical books spelled out like this are scattered in multiple places, but all were recovered by the Laem Union.

"The Devil's Prison," seventy-seventh level.

This hierarchy will not be reached even by parties made up of A-rank adventurers. It is precisely the magical realm in which only the mighty were allowed to survive.

Until now it was known by the materials kept by the Adventurer Guild that it existed until the seventy-seventh level, but by the presence of the ancient dragon Magranals nesting on the seventy-fourth level it was known that no one had ever set foot in the hierarchy. A great wise man stood in the demonic realm.

In front of the Great Sage, there was a huge structure so large that I wondered if I could call it a gate.

"There seems to be no abnormality..."

It is strange to say in the labyrinth the height of the gate, but it reaches not all the heavens. Shall the horizontal width extend to one kilometer? The thickness is slightly over two hundred meters.

Surprisingly, this gate is nothin 'around the back. Why is it that even the Adventurer Guild doesn't know who built it for what purpose in a place like this?

"Could that kid have used 'space-time magic'... If so, is it possible to go to the other side..."

The Great Sage was looking up at the gate, talking to himself with a bump, but when he floated, he spun to fall backwards as he did. The heavens and the earth were turned upside down, and the Great Sage made a great stretch.

"Huh-uh... I don't know who it is, but I'm guessing he knows he's a big sage.

For just a moment, though, I get a slight rage at not realizing its existence. As if to delude it, the magic of the Great Sage, which is usually completely controlled, spreads to the surroundings.

"I've been watching you, and I've been watching you."

"Ho, this surprised me. There's an undead in a place like this - hmm!? Your Lord...... I want to live! No, it's not what I'm supposed to say to the undead."

"Long time no see, Lord Great Sage.

If the Master and His Holiness the Great Sage meet, I thought I would definitely come to this place, so I told the Master I couldn't bring him in. "

"By master, do you mean that little busty kid?

"Little business… no matter how many wise men, your words are too much"

"I didn't expect your lord to be so heartbroken by now.

Nevertheless, I thought you were doomed in the aftermath of that battle with Gazin. "

"We are still exposed to different causes and consequences."

If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.

"Thank you.

Then let me move on to the matter as soon as possible. I have come to the wish of the Great Sage not to lay a hand on the Master, no matter what. "

Silence as if the Great Sage and Russ had signed up. A strange sense of urgency was occurring on the ground, even though we did not exercise our magic on each other or free our magic.

Fu and the Great Sage, who was looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, look like a mischievous child and release the magic.

"What if I say no?

The wrapped magic of the Great Sage pushes him toward Russ, but Russ flattens his magic lightly.

"The Great Sage unleashes" Black Death (Peslad) "on the ninth floor of Dark Magic to his beloved Kingdom of Wodon.

Lord Great Sage would deduce the effect from that name. I can assure you that it will not be possible to save the tens of millions of people of the Kingdom of Oudon, no matter how powerful their magic may be. "

The grin disappears from the Great Sage, and the magic transforms into an offensive thing.

"Do you think he'll forgive you for imitating that?

"No."

"If I kill you in this place, I don't think there's a problem with Nana."

"That won't happen"

"Ho, you think you can beat this nonsense?"

"As I said earlier, I am very good at what I am. I don't think I can beat Lord Great Sage, etc. But if you just run away, you have a good chance of success."

"Oh hey. That's what I call unfamiliar."

As the Great Sage waves down his wand, countless meteors descend as he lashes from heaven. In contrast, Russ is the eighth floor of sacred magic, the Divine Domain Junction, which distracts the orbit of the meteor.

A meteor orbiting it chooses the earth, while wearing a number of giant craters far away.

"Ooh? I snubbed Meteo, the eighth floor of the black magic unleashed by this Non. Besides, you can use undead but sacred magic."

Leaving the high-altitude magic that affects a wide area loose, the great sage floating in the sky is happily spinning in circles, not even showing some fatigue.

I can't afford that much for one lass. The 'Divine Junction', now deployed earlier by Russ, had already been shattered by the magic unleashed by the Great Sage.

"I just remembered that for the last two hundred years or so, there have been leaders and qualities in robes from all over the Lame continent who have given prophetic advice. In the alley, they call it" Wandering Savior, "" Leader, "" bystander, "" Observer, "and so on in a big name.

Yeah, well, a big idiot broke this' Devil's Prison 'line about a few decades ago, but unfortunately, let him go, huh? The man also hid his face in a robe.

Lord, what do you know?

"Come on, what do you think? I know a few things."

Symmetrically with the lass who sets up his wand without alarm, the Great Sage floats loosely to joke.

"If you have any idea, it's enough as a reason to destroy it. Here."

Spirit Magic 9th Floor 'Prominence' is activated. More than 10,000 degrees of ultra-high fever fire columns burst into heaven with all the lasses.

"Ugh."

Using the magic of the junction and ice, but without even antagonism, the firepillar crushes the junction, evaporating the ice and enveloping the lass.

"Hiccup of. Do you want me to put up with this?"

Smoke rises from the Arc Demon robe that Russ wraps around.

"Think about it, I've known your Lord a long time. Did you first see it during the First Holy Demon War in the Eighty-eighth Holy Calendar? In retrospect, your lord may have left you more in the dark than then. I should have realized it earlier and destroyed it."

As if you were going to do it with your balls, one sphere after another with high magic is created, moving around the Great Sage at high speeds.

"No, it's not"

"No? What?"

"The first time I saw you was not during the First Holy Demon War"

Russ looks up at the Great Sage as he heals his wounded body at high speed.

"Is that what happened? I've been forgetting a lot lately."

"I can't even do it.

Back then, before I was still undead, the Great Sage was called by a different name. "

The Great Sage's body hardens as if time had stopped. The spheres that were then moving around at high speeds similarly stop moving.

"By then your forehead still had no 'dragon balls (...)' and I always covered my face with a mask. Everyone was afraid of you, and they called you" wise. "

The Great Sage stared at Russ with a face as if his emotions had fallen out.

"Lord... no, you... who (...)? Stop destroying me and reveal who I am."

"Nor can I be bothered to perish or be caught here. Whatever sacrifice you make, there are things you have to accomplish."

Russ took out his replacement cane when he punished the item pouch with a cane in his hand. Look at the wand, and the eyes of the great sage are opened.

"Why do you have the wand… the wand of the mad Virgin!? No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

The wand was decorated with a sense of mystical power that was disproportionate for the undead, a disastrous being, to have. In fact, there is an enormous amount of magic from the wand with sacred power.

"I'm done with my business, so let me go home.

Lord Great Sage, let's not forget how much damage will be done to the Kingdom of Wodon if we get our hands on the Master. "

Release the power of the Virgin's wand, where Russ is insane.

A dazzling light that is difficult to even open your eyes expands around the lass.

"This is not the end of the story. I can't wait!

After the light went out, Russ was nowhere to be seen. Even with the liberating power of Russ, not a single scratch was on the huge gate, but all the demons that were within a thirty kilometre radius of the circle of light had disappeared.

"Did you get away with this nonsense?"

Similar to the giant gate, the unscathed Great Sage muttered in dissatisfaction.

"How'd it go?

On the eighty-third level of "The Devil's Prison," he asks Russ, whom Yu recovered.

"I couldn't honestly ask you because you seem to be a serious and inconvenient old man.

Still, what about here?

"This is the 83rd floor of The Devil's Prison.

Because Crowe wants to test the power. "

The more Yu's words, the more Russ is convinced by the familiar scenery. But Russ feels a little strange inside.

Probably knocked down by Yu. Sitting on the back of a man-shaped celestial demon, Yu remains pointing his back at Russ. I can't see any damage to Crowe's armor on Yu's side, but my left arm is chopped a thousand times and my right leg is bent over. I guess I can't stand without supporting my body with the great hammer of Andromalius, the demon who holds it in my right hand.

"Master?"

Turning in front of Yu, Russ is disturbed.

"Heck, they hurt me, so it's awesome!?

Russ rushesitates to perform recovery magic on Yu, who is bleeding from his head.

"Out of the blue, you were a strong celestial demon. He was an Angel of Wisdom (Kelvim) class, subpoenaed. It took me a while to bring down the next troublesome demon."

"What were you on the Master's side for!

Russ curses Crowe while healing Yu's injuries. Normally, Crowe is about to say it back, but he remains silent without saying anything back, just because he was left on his feet and injured Yu.

"If it's true, I've been trying to get you guys here to form a bad friend. Hey, that doesn't seem possible."

"Just kidding. Why would I take a goblin or something? You're such an incompetent servant that you can't even protect your master.

Now you know how incompetent you are, don't you? If you understand you don't deserve the master's servant, you can lose him. "

"Oh... shut up"

Just talking, blood erupts vigorously from the entire body of the clo.

"Don't fight in here.

Now you know what I'm talking about, right? He said he wasn't there yet. "

"Ha. I don't care... for more, I encourage you to work out"

Even if I try to kneel, Crowe flutters without listening to my body.

"Well, let's go home."

"Master, are you sure?

"I told you earlier. I can't, 'cause he noticed me and he was coming at me so fast."

"Oh no... that's not true"

To Yu's words, the wrapped magic of Russ swayed greatly as he was upset.

"There's no Namari right now, and Russ goes to the mansion before it gets any trouble, and Crowe goes back to the island. I keep doing my job."

Don't say anything more, Yu sent Russ and Khlo with 'space-time magic' and he returned to the King's Capital.