Chapter 143. Holy water is the best for cleaning the undead.
‘Isn't the saintess here unable to cope with that? Then the level is worth knowing.'
Arel had never seen the saintess of the Holy Land and was not very interested in it, but he thought about remembering it.
Meanwhile, watching Nelfran in panic, he was convinced that there was nothing more to see.
‘Looks like that bastard has already run out of money.'
His magic skills are just so-so.
Even the undead he boasted about fell out before he even touched them.
Arell was slowly losing interest in the black magician in front of him.
“…Do you have anything else to show me?”
“Ugh!!”
Reflexively, the warlock took a step back.
it's fear
In the atmosphere of Arel, which gradually subsided, he was undoubtedly experiencing the fear directly related to the crisis of his life.
I have no choice but to admit that neither his magic nor the results of his research can defeat him.
because that's the reality
It didn't look like I could run away.
It didn't look like Arell was blocking the area or taking any other action, but his relaxed attitude was based on the confidence that he could catch the warlock even if it ran away.
The warlock desperately sought a way out of this crisis.
“That…yes! Offer me a deal!”
“yes? What kind of undead screams is that?”
“You will not be interested in me!
Isn't it?”
“so?”
Arell asked calmly.
“Are you going to beg me to leave you here because I’m not interested? It's ridiculous.”
“I won’t ask you to close your eyes without paying anything. There must be a proper price... Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!”
The warlock couldn't bear to speak until the end and screamed.
It started with the staff he was holding and shattered all the way down to the elbow.
“It sucks.”
Arel, expressionless, just raised a finger and pointed at the place where his arm was, and spat out.
“Did you tell me? I've been annoyed with what you've done from the start.
Did the likes of you dare to catch my mood and believe that I would come back alive? You don't know the subject.”
Even if he had hundreds of lives, he could not pay for his evil deeds.
But the warlock didn't seem to hear what Arell was saying because he was screaming in pain and despair.
“What… does it matter? I'm getting hungry soon, so I'll have to finish it.”
Arell clenched his fists tightly.
“Take it easy. I'll put an end to it even more painfully than when I was caught by the punitive force. I am kind.”
Arel approached the warlock with a cruel sentence in a kind voice.
around that time.
The subjugation team desperately searched for the hideout of the black magician and repeated a thorough search.
The undead are almost finished.
Although only a very small number of them are roaming the area.
They prioritized finding the main culprit before completely eradicating the undead.
“We must find him!!”
I read the mana traces at the scene where it fled, revealing the expected path it teleported.
Considering that the amount of mana used was not large, the casting time was extremely short, and the wizards of the subjugation party interrupted with a dispel.
Based on the assumption that the distance traveled would not be too far, they were conducting a search by dispatching personnel around the expected point.
“I found his lair!!”
I've been searching for such a long time.
In the woods near the border of the kingdom of Damaniel, they found a hiding place that was believed to be that of the black magician.
According to the testimony of nearby residents, no one else stays in this forest.
After quietly hiding their presence and searching from a distance, they concluded that it was likely the black magician's hideout, and they hurriedly devised a plan to rush in.
Form a group of knights to surround him and wizards to protect them.
And the area around the hideout was thoroughly surrounded with the remaining troops.
After making preparations to stop him from escaping again, they slammed through the door and rushed in.
“Don't think you can run away any longer! The price for your sin... the price... The
first knight who rushed in proudly shouted and aimed his sword.
As he watched the sights inside the lair, his voice grew quieter.
The sword he had erected also gradually descended.
“What the hell… how did this happen?”
muttered stunned.
The rest of his colleagues, who found his reaction strange, followed carefully into the hideout.
“....Unbelievable.”
“...I can't believe it.”
Everyone lost their will to fight with the same face.
“Is there a problem!”
In the end, the wizard, noticing that the atmosphere was strange, could not stand it and followed him.
The knights, at a loss for words to say to the magician, simply raised their fingers and pointed to one place.
“oh my god!”
The wizard was astonished.
There was something unbelievable about it.
A human torn into exactly seven pieces... no, it's a trace of a person who used to be a human.
“...This garment...and the fragments of the staff...the evil mana left on the corpse...it must be that warlock.”
Calmly checked the scene and came to a conclusion.
I was suspicious that it might be a disguised corpse, so I checked it several times, but the conclusion did not change.
The black magician is dead.
In fact, the punitive forces felt embarrassed before feeling happy.
Who the hell punished the black magician with such terrifying power so cruelly?
I contacted them wondering if the other subjugation forces had killed them, but everyone was confused.
It's not a time to be at ease.
They hurriedly cleared the scene and began an investigation.
The wizard, who was investigating the scene wondering if there might be other clues left, felt a strange thing.
“...There's nothing like a hiding place.”
Obviously, this place must have been used by the black magician as his hideout and workshop.
However, for a workshop, there were very few things a wizard needed, such as materials for research.
“hmm?”
Feeling a strange sense of incongruity, he searched and found a letter in an open chest that looked brand new.
“This???????”
After reading the letter, he opened his eyes wide.
Don't worry, I took out the warlock instead.
Share the remaining pieces among each other.
-by Pro from the previous life.
The letter was scrawled like a joke and had no meaning.
The dark mage's futile end.
Although he raised an undead army of 400,000.
In the end, that ambition had to kneel in front of the punitive force in which each country joined forces.
Justice has triumphed!
“Hmm… is that known?”
I glanced over the official documents posted in each country to announce the end of this undead crisis.
Outside, everyone seemed to be in a festive mood.
This place, Fahilia, was originally an area where there was no damage from the undead, so the residents here are only whispering, “I heard something like this happened!”
It seems that the local residents who were anxious about the undead attack near the border are genuinely happy.
ok that's good Great.
I nodded my head and was curious about how the outside news was going after that, so I checked the official documents posted by each country.
However, there was no description of the truth about the end of the black magician anywhere.
What did the subjugation team kill?
Did he get torn to pieces by my hand?
Did you divide it into seven pieces?
However, I forgot to bring the ribbon, so I couldn't wrap it.
“but. I couldn't have just published it.”
The punitive force would have a face, and most of all, they wouldn't even know who killed the warlock.
I wouldn't have been able to publish it as is.
I left a short message like when I was half-joking and destroyed the Pratche mansion, but few people would take it seriously.
I have no intention of revealing that I did it anyway, so it doesn't matter if I'm buried like this.
“I packed what I needed anyway.”
The research data were not all good.
I thought there was nothing I couldn't use, so I packed everything.
However, I had no intention of using undead-related skills, so I abandoned them.
Even if it is useful, the undead is an envoy.
It's because I'm not beautiful.
Other than that, he secretly kept various things, such as magic tools, herbs, and materials that looked quite rare.
I have to leave it there anyway, the subjugation party will retrieve it and burn it all, so it's better for me to gulp it down.
If you take care of everything, there will be a place to use it.
“Construction has resumed with this, so there is no problem.”
After the news spread that the black magician had been subjugated.
Trade routes blocked by the undead were reopened.
There are still some undead left, but thanks to commercially available artificial holy water, there is no problem.
Soldiers from all over the world are gathering to fight the undead left there, so it's only a matter of time before things get back to normal.
Anyway, city construction can be restarted with this.
It's a small incident, but I benefited a little, so I didn't lose anything.
There was only one regret.
‘I couldn't find out the base of that warlock.'
There was also a raid incident when Kania noona was in the past.
Same with this undead incident.
He's another black magician.
To be precise, I think it's the organization that's doing what they claim.
Seeing that the warlocks were causing accidents one after another, I thought there was a possibility that something else would come out after that, so I wanted to look for clues that lead to their stronghold.
but couldn't find it
In the first place, there was almost nothing about their organization in the data, probably because all the research was done on its own.
A search of the warlock yielded no helpful testimony.
I pulled out my memory and looked at it, but there was no important clue.
In the first place, it seems that he did not hold a very important position in the organization of the black magicians.
Or was it originally an organization with extremely little exchange between warlocks?
‘It's a pity that I couldn't find it...
It was a pity that there were no treasures in the warlock hideout.
I was expecting something more valuable if I invaded their stronghold
...
That said, I don't think I want to go through all the hardships in order to find the home of the wizards.
Is that annoying?
If there was a vermin-infested nest in a place where I could reach my eyes, of course it would be annoying, so I would burn it.
I'm not diligent enough to scour the world for something I don't even know where it is.
‘It's not a time to travel around the world looking for villains...
Do I have to go around looking for villains in my spare time?
Of course, shouldn't the villain come to me and bow down to ask me to slit his throat? huh?
There were times when I was burning with a sense of justice.
I'm not so full of blood right now.
It is a time when laziness burns rather than a sense of justice.
After all, if you have time to look for warlocks, wouldn't it be more beneficial to go around looking for kola nuts?
“It’s okay… Well, if something suspicious is going to happen, then you can just screw it up again.”
Well, there were a lot of guys who wanted to do something different like chasing a black wizard.
I don't want to meddle more than necessary, so let's just pay attention and play for a while.
If someone finds something, it's enough to sneak out and take care of it.
Don't say that's the way to live in the world.
Yeah, just like you always do.
I just need to snuggle up in that gap and suck on some honey.