＜ 115. Blood soaks sand (6) ＞
#115
Ronan placed his hand on the hilt. The man carrying his back opened his mouth without turning his head.
“Come on. It’s the first time we’ve met in person.”
“··········!”
The group froze. It was a friendly voice, as if greeting a neighbor. Ronan looked around quickly, but there was no one to talk to except for them.
‘Crazy child. Did you notice this?’
Ronan clenched it. It was an absurd skill. Considering the long distance, it was by no means easy to detect the presence of such a gathering of magical power in front of you.
In fact, Ronan and Schlieffen’s detection ability was not functioning properly due to the mana emitted from the Dynhar Mana Stone. Ronan took a deep breath and said as he turned to the raging storm.
“Thank you for guiding me. Go quickly.”
“Ha, but…”
“This asshole. Are you going to keep your promise?”
“···I get it. Goes.”
The raging storm backed away. Ronan didn’t mind until he disappeared around the corner of the entrance. The man’s voice rang out again.
“It’s quite gratifying to have a colleague evacuate first.”
“Shut up. Where have the captured people gone?”
“To be in a hurry. At least let’s talk face to face. There is still one person left.”
Schlieffen narrowed his brow. It seemed that the surprise had already been eaten. The boys who exchanged glances moved on. The man turned around only after they came within five steps.
“Nice to meet you. It’s a new feeling to see them with energy and then actually meet them. You must be this young.”
“Damn it.”
Ronan raised his middle finger. The opponent was a middle-aged man with an ordinary impression. Without a beard, his face was as innocent as a farmer, and he was neither tall nor short.
He was wearing Nebula Klage’s signature white robe, and unlike the rest of his followers, he had a small star on his sleeve. He looked at Ronan quietly and said with an interesting tone.
“Surprisingly, you don’t attack right away.”
“Because I’m not sick.”
“You are clever. Yes, because people may still be alive.”
The man smiled. It was a statement close to intimidation. Ronan had to put a lot of effort into keeping his hands from going to the hilt. It was wickedness in contrast to his kind tone.
‘A disgusting bastard.’
But it wasn’t just the hostage that didn’t swing the sword as soon as the gap narrowed. I couldn’t see any gaps at all.
Schlieffen’s eyes glaring at him with a dead statue were proof of that. The man’s eyes widened when he suddenly met Schlieffen.
“Oh my gosh. Aren’t you the duke of Grancia? I hope to see you in a place like this.”
Schlieffen did not answer. The man trembled as if he had witnessed some unexpected fortune. The man who turned his gaze to Ronan again opened his mouth.
“Let’s go for a little walk. I have something I want to show you.”
Suddenly, the man stepped forward. Ronan and Schlieffen followed him. Suddenly, a question popped up in Ronan’s head.
‘You know me.’
The man was aware of Schlieffen’s existence, but was unaware of his identity. Of the three, Ronan was the only one he could identify perfectly. The saying that I had only seen it with energy also struck me. Ronan, who was following the man, growled and asked.
“How do you know me?”
“I personally did some research. I am very interested in you.”
“Attention? Were you a fucking homo bastard?”
“It doesn’t mean that. Do you know Miss Phrygia and Cyril? Yes, there is also the blood and wind of Eduon and Aden.”
Ronan’s eyes widened. All of them were followers of Nebula Clazie, whom he had killed or thrown into Rhodolan. The man spoke.
“It was all my people. Each of them failed in their respective missions, and suffered a very difficult situation. At first I thought it was just bad luck, but it wasn’t.”
“Tell me the gist.”
“I’ve noticed that there is a common mana found at the scene of an incident. It was weak, but it had a strong personality, so it was a trace that could not be confused at all. Yes, it is your mana.”
An explanation from the inside followed. In short, while investigating the cause of his subordinates’ failures, he discovered Ronan’s mana, and as he researched it, he found out.
“I must have noticed that I came here sooner.”
“Sure. I knew it before you entered Dynhar.”
The man said that Ronan’s mana could be detected from several kilometers away. Ronan tilted his head.
“Why didn’t you stop?”
“Because there is nothing you can do in the first place.”
“Your confidence is skyrocketing. Are there any other idiots chasing my ass besides you?”
“Not at all. The denomination is not idle enough to care about you. We talked about it at a meeting not too long ago, but it ended after being scolded by the headmaster.”
The man has lost his appetite. He explained that investigating Ronan was a hobby of his own. No matter how much he looked at it, it seemed like he was a homosexual, but Ronan breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, apart from that.
‘Good luck.’
It was said that if you kill this child today, the trouble will be greatly reduced. Of course, I wasn’t sure that would be possible. The man still hadn’t revealed any gaps.
‘…it’s enough to have Brigia as a subordinate. What the hell is it?’
They continued walking. Three footsteps echoed and resounded. The space covered in white was not accustomed to looking at it.
It seemed that even a Dwarf could not handle metal so smoothly. The light source shining from the far high ceiling also had no idea what it was made of. Neither the brilliance of fire nor the light created by the gathering of mana. Suddenly, the man opened his mouth.
“Do you know what this place is doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“It is a very old relic. It holds a secret that should not be known to the world.”
“A secret?”
“okay. I don’t know the details, but if the headmaster said that, it would be a great secret. It is our job to collect the Manastone and destroy this place.”
Ronan frowned at the unfamiliar sound. There was a pungent smell of blood coming from somewhere. The man spoke.
“I brought the natives here because I wanted to know. I’m going to blow it all away anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I find out about the secrets of the ruins and destroy them. After all, I am a very curious person.”
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about?”
“But, they don’t cooperate at all.”
Then the man stopped. A wide and deep staircase hung before their eyes. I could feel the blood getting thicker. Ronan’s face hardened as he looked down the stairs.
“This···.”
It was a landscape reminiscent of a corpse pit on a battlefield. Aboriginal people, probably hundreds of them, were being killed in droves. The dark red blood that ran down the stairs was pooling at the bottom.
At the end of the stairs that had turned into a red reservoir, a certain low and wide cuboid stood up. Intricate metal fittings and ten buttons of different colors were lined up on the top of the cube. The man sighed and shook his head.
“I wonder how I should touch that… Everyone said they wouldn’t even touch it. I didn’t know that everyone would keep the promise that they couldn’t even die.”
No survivors were seen. It was as if they were all killed for refusing to reveal the secret under the circumstances. Among the corpses were women and old men, as well as nosebleeds who appeared to be less than ten years old. The man who looked around the corpses grinned.
“Well, even though it’s a barbarian people, I like their tenacity. I really wanted to show you this.”
“Because this bastard wants to see you.”
Ronan pulled the hilt. At about the same time, Schlieffen’s sword was pulled out.
The slashes that flew at an unrecognizable speed were shot at the man. His mouth, which had a faint smile on his face, opened slightly.
“…will there be a storm?”
Paah! At that moment, Ronan and Schlieffen’s bodies were thrown backwards. Ronan, flying like a shot put, collided with one of the hexagonal poles. bang! The metal tile flipped over and sparks went out. The light illuminating the room turned off for a moment and then turned on.
“Cuckoo!”
I was out of breath. It was a shock that would have been believed even if all the spines were broken. Thick blood gushed out from deep in his throat. Ronan slipped on a pole and fell to the floor.
“Wow!”
Ronan stood up with La Mancha as a support. When he lifted his head, nosebleeds poured down like rain. Ronan clenched his teeth, noticing that his nose was broken only by the bounced shock.
“This is … familiar.”
It was kind of a daunting feeling. goofy. He glared at the man, having corrected the broken nose.
A pair of translucent but gigantic wings grew on the man’s back. Wings covered in feathers must have remembered seeing them in the past.
The wings that had gradually faded disappeared from view. Ronan recited his nemesis’s name as if possessed by something.
“Ahayute.”
no doubt It was the same wings as the child. Ronan soon noticed that the texture of the wings consisted of monstrous mana, like the protection of the stars. The man turned to Ronan and smiled.
“The introduction is late. This is Terranil, Bishop of the Southern Diocese of Nebula Klage.”
“Bishop . . . fuck you.”
Ronan spit on the floor. Somehow, I felt like I was counting. I don’t know much about the organizational system of those pagans, but it seemed obvious that he was at least a strong person in the top 20.
“What the fuck are you talking about all the time… if that’s the case?”
“It’s a gift from the underworld… and I just made sure.”
The man who introduced himself as Terranil laughed. Two stab wounds that had never existed before crossed his body.
One from the back of the hand to the elbow, the other from the thigh to the shin. The fabric where the blade passed was dyed red. It was the scar left by Ronan and Schlieffen just before the storm completely triggered. Theranil’s relaxed face hardened in an instant.
“You must die here.”
“Have you tried?”
bang! Ronan kicked the ground and ran. At the same time, Schlieffen, who had been perched on a pillar in the distance, appeared.
“Shoot right away! Don’t give me a break!”
Ronan exclaimed. If the wind with the wings was the same principle as the protection of the stars, it would be difficult to activate them continuously. Schlieffen, holding the hilt with both hands, swung his sword.
“Ugh!”
The bluish swordsman drew an arc. A huge half-moon-shaped sword was shot towards Terranil. A huge sword with a diameter of at least 5m was oscillating with the energy of the storm.
“Huh, do you even know that?”
Theranil laughed as if in shock. Indeed, he could not take out his wings. The distance between him and the sword was about five steps. thud! Suddenly, a huge shadow landed in front of him. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“ok?”
Aww! Schlieffen’s sword strikes the shadow. However, only explosions occurred, no tornadoes occurred. At that moment, dozens of harpoon-shaped metal daggers were shot at Ronan and Schlieffen through the thick smoke.
“Nimi…!”
Kaga! The two men hurriedly raised their knives and struck the metal pieces. Each time the sparks flew, the cut iron pieces fell to the floor.
Ronan noticed that it was the same object that had been embedded in the body of the natives. aammm Ronan frowned upon seeing the appearance of a giant hedgehog.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Grump.”
It was a hedgehog bigger than any water buffalo. Its body was made of bright red metal, and thousands of metal pieces identical to those that Ronan had slid limping from its back. In many ways, it felt more like Phileon’s Magic Engineer than a creature.
“Huh? Did you block it all?”
Above the head of the only hedgehog that had no thorns, a man was sitting with his legs crossed. Because he was wearing a very wide-brimmed robe and a long veil covering his face, it was impossible to identify him. At that moment, a distinct voice came from beyond the veil.
“hahaha, isn’t this a little bit, Bishop Terranil.”
“What do you mean, Yuria?”
“You leave me with such a tedious task, and you enjoy such a fun place by yourself.”
It was a woman’s voice. A swaying curtain stood between her and the boys. It was the protection of a star I had seen well.
‘Much bigger.’
The only difference was that it was much larger than the old man who was riding in Brigiana Wyvern. The star’s protection spread out in a hemispherical shape enveloping her and the hedgehog as well as Theranil. Hearing her grumbling, Theranil smiled kindly.
“Heh heh, don’t be angry. Let’s enjoy together from now on. Were there no natives left?”
“The seeds are dry. I should have enjoyed it in moderation… well, if I ever find it, my two children will bring them.”
It seemed that her mission was to catch the natives who could unravel the secret. She was chatting with Theranil as if the situation had already come to an end.
The tension was completely released. He seemed to think that the blessings of the stars would solve everything. Ronan grabbed the hilt.
‘You have to catch it this time.’
I thought the opportunity was now. For a moment, Ronan and Schlieffen exchanged glances. Ronan, who counted three seconds and ran out, swung his sword. Nettle! A crescent-shaped sword was shot along the sword path of La Mancha.
“what?”
The red sword flew towards the woman called Yuria. Turning her head, she snorted.
“That’s right, you don’t know this.”
“Schlieffen!”
Either that or not, Ronan exclaimed. Schlieffen, who was waiting, swung his sword. Break up! At that moment, the protection of the stars and Ronan’s sword energy collided and disappeared at the same time. Schlieffen’s sword, flying right from behind, hit the monster’s chest directly.
– Kwajik!
“to?”
Yuria’s eyes widened. Theranil was about to shout something, but it was already too late. Aww! A huge tornado engulfed the two figures.
