League of Chalcos Tribes (2)
Inside the tent, all kinds of bizarre ornaments are placed here and there.
In a place filled with smoke emitted by unknown herbs burning little by little.
Charreuk- Charreuk!
Lightly tossed bone fragments tumbled across the circular metal tray.
The old woman, who looked at the result blankly, eventually shook her head with a deep sigh.
“Whoa—now I can’t see it no matter what I do. I must be old too.”
High sorceress Morna burst into lamentation, distorting the full tattoos on her face and closing her eyes tightly.
In the first place, divination itself was originally a spell that was not very accurate, but that was just a generally accepted story.
It wasn’t that difficult for her, as long as she had a simple divination for her great shaman of her caliber.
‘I should have done that. At some point, the future became cloudy, and now I can’t see an inch ahead.’
She slowly opened her closed eyes and peered out through the gap in the tent.
What you see there are countless people moving in perfect order for only one purpose.
It was only the appearance of diligently preparing for war as if possessed by something.
‘Valtheon… What the hell are you doing right now?’
However, she began to live in confinement right after the Summit ended, and there was nothing she could do right away.
Perhaps she wouldn’t be alive by now if her name wasn’t needed to motivate several tribes.
‘I don’t know how long that medicine will last. She tried her hand at first, but I wonder if he will be able to make it in time. . . . Only heaven knows what will happen next.’
A large warrior who avoided the eyes of the observer and made contact according to his ‘intuition’.
Since he was also an unusual person, he must have started responding in some way from the moment he realized that the situation in the south was rapidly changing.
‘However···.’
One moment when I was so immersed in thought.
Morna’s expression hardened.
“…What about this energy?”
As if she had seen something she couldn’t see, her eyes were wide open.
“Huh, is it already too late…?”
Looking at Beorsen through a narrow slit with her resigned expression, she let out a heavy sigh as she remembered her family, who must be in another city somewhere.
She begged them to get out of that anger.
Goooooh—
Beyond, in the center of the city where Baltheon’s abode is.
An endlessly ominous and terrifying aura she had felt before was slowly spreading throughout the city.
***
-Howard: Huh, did it really turn? I should have known from the start.
-Hesperon: Wow, what are you really going to do later?
-Heinrich: Stop! How far are you going to cross the line! Anyway, that’s…!
-Hannibal Strauss: Ahh— I’m tired of hearing that kind of thing now. Reconnect when needed.
-Heinrich: Wait…!
Hans concentrated and built a wall inside himself.
Compared to the barrier to the “Mind Hub” Built before the main body lost consciousness, it was only a small fence level.
Doing so was enough to silence the multitude of thoughts that were blaring in his head.
And after a while
《The object grows by fulfilling the condition. The special skill [Evil Wisdom] absorbs [Bright Wisdom Index] and [Eye of Wisdom] and evolves into [Unclean Sage].》
As for what kind of trigger that was, a system phrase appeared in front of him as he sat in the dark.
[Oh, indeed. This bead is quite usable.]
He gazed at the orb on the other side of his mental world and nodded his head in satisfaction.
A gift left behind by Rilsyeongja who visited unexpectedly.
Having a positive effect on all mental abilities when used, it was a great help in preventing constant connection with annoying avatars.
‘The fact that each entity became more and more independent as time went by must have played a part.’
When the main body is in good health and is the center of all objects.
Each avatar was no different than a body part, such as a hand or foot, attached to a single body with a little bit of individuality.
Even after the main body fell asleep due to the shock that prevented the mental erosion of the abyss, they acted and shared their thoughts as naturally as breathing.
Aside from Hans’ poor condition.
But after some time has passed since then.
Avatars went through a process called ‘meeting within the brain’ for smoother communication.
It was still possible to accept each other’s situation as well as their thoughts, but the process became a little more cumbersome.
‘It’s a matter of course. It would be rather dangerous for each individual’s distinct selves to mix without a buffer zone called a ‘mind hub’.’
In particular, Hans and Hannibal Strauss, who were even polluted, had a strong tendency to be separate from each other.
At this point, he borrowed the power of marbles and built a wall that could be opened and closed by his own will.
Of course, even if they voluntarily controlled the connection, the effect wouldn’t last long since they were essentially the same being, but since there wasn’t much time left anyway, that didn’t matter.
[Keukkeu— Ah, this is very refreshing.]
After all, was there a corner where the avatars were influenced unknowingly?
Somehow, it felt like the feelings inside him were becoming more pure.
Purer and cleaner— the very condensation of evil and miasma.
[By the way.]
His gaze went to the place where the dark energy that filled the space was concentrated.
“Turn it off— keureuk—!”
[Keukkeu— This is unusual. I never thought humans could accept the abyss this far. He must have done it from the time he harbored madness. After all, I am not a normal human.]
Pudeuk- Ddu-Duduk-!
The body of a large body collapsed on the floor continued to twist, and at the same time dark energy began to radiate from him.
The phenomenon, which lasted for a while, ended only after the energy that flowed out was sucked back into the body.
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Wiggle— wiggle—
“Aww… That’s awful. Even when using madness, it wasn’t like this. After all, the immortal king…”
Finally, he staggered up from his seat and let out a low complaint while drooling.
Blood vessels throughout his body swelled in a dark blue color, his white eyes turned black, and a bloody glow shone in his pupils.
Dark energy dripped from his body like paint, and he was polluting the surroundings just by standing there.
“Kuppu— that’s absurd. I never thought that the wall that I couldn’t get over even with all my efforts would be broken in this way.”
He was the warchief who, after a very minor dispute with the Immortal King, eventually recognized his sincerity through persuasion accompanied by a little force.
Meanwhile, Baltheon, the protagonist of this coup, became a demon by accepting the abyss.
[Do you like strength?]
“Yes, so what you want…”
[Baltheon.]
But before he could finish his exhilarating words.
A low voice resounding from hell vibrated the space, and he closed his mouth and involuntarily looked at the other person’s eyes.
[The words are short.]
A short but authoritative, overpowering word.
Could it be the influence of the abyss he accepted?
He must have reached the level he had longed for all his life, but for some reason he couldn’t even stretch out at will in front of the immortal king.
“What do you want… Is it as you said before?”
[Of course.]
What Hannibal Strauss wanted was an influence on the continent, especially an enormous influence that would guarantee him an abundance of karma.
[It is war.]
Since the yard was already prepared, he could earn a lot of karma just by raising his name.
He was only content with this good opportunity and had no intention of passing it on.
Then what should I do?
How can he maximize his involvement in an army that has already completed all preparations from the planning stage to the final stage, and is only about to march toward the fertile land?
‘The answer is right in front of my eyes.’
The commander-in-chief, Valtheon, who was encroached upon and became his servant in the process of accepting power.
As in his case, wouldn’t it be enough to cover all of the prepared army from the top to the bottom with his color!
[Kuhuhuhhh—!]
Into the abyss.
By death.
Anything that happened in the process was just a very trivial thing to him.
***
Hans, using the marbles of the spirit world, blocked the connection passage with the avatars.
Now, let alone communication, it is impossible to check each other’s status in real time until Hans opens the door.
“I will hurry a little.”
Under the guidance of Heinrich, who became impatient with him, the warrior party, who received desert robes and survival items airlifted by 「Avatar Cloud」, quickly ran through the desert.
Saint Riesta focused only on speeding up with Heinrich and Isea carrying Harley on their backs.
“Harley’s back is wide, so it’s easy to concentrate. It is also soft.”
hahahaha! I’ll do it again!”
Lee Se-ah, who had maintained the temperature-maintaining magic and cognitive impairment that covered everyone in the sprinting group, struck Harley’s vast back with one hand in admiration.
The area was not only the area, but under the robe was covered with furry beast hide, literally like a mobile bed.
In the midst of running like that, a few words of conversation between the party are in the middle of the day.
In the meeting room within the brains of the avatars, serious topics were coming and going today as well.
-Heinrich: You can’t leave Hans alone like this. We have to stop that move somehow.
-Hugo: It definitely felt like something was getting worse. In the beginning, though, it seemed like we shared our opinions and understood the other side’s point of view. Why is the conversation cut off so suddenly?
-Hubert: Is there a way? Well, there might be a possibility if you somehow let go of the sword with a holy sword full of holy power.
-Hesperon: Come to think of it, Harley, looking at the situation before the connection was cut off, it seemed that Hans would turn all the humans there into undead or monsters. What about the new engraving? Of course, the old woman would be there too.
-Harley: Huh? Oh, is it real!? Hey! Skeleton Head! Did you really kill the sorcerer’s grandmother? Mr. Kwak! Don’t you answer? Don’t kill grandma! I warned you!
Although they are moving internally and externally while seeking future measures, they were strong people representing the world in name and reality.
Of course, the feeling had no choice but to transcend the perpetrator’s cognition.
‘Ambush with this amount of people in the desert. Is it a bandit? Or an army in service?’
Of course, they already knew that a significant number of people were hiding in the area where they were going.
However, going back would be an unnecessary waste of time, and I wouldn’t be able to see through Isea’s magic over there, so I decided to just pass by quietly…
Apparently, the other side thought differently.
“Boundary! Boundary!”
“Stop! Show yourself!”
“If you do not follow immediately, it will be considered hostile! I will kill you right away!”
Before I knew it, more than twenty people blocked the path and threw spears and arrows into it.
No matter how much I was moving and couldn’t do my best because I was keeping up with other magic, it was the magic used by Isea, the great mage.
It was not enough to detect it in advance, so there was absolutely no way they could be normal people to react so quickly.
‘Should I ignore it? Or collect information after being subdued? No, there are hundreds of them in this area alone. I don’t know how long it will take if you think about interrogation after suppression. I think it would be better to just pass by…’
While still running, I was analyzing step by step how to respond in a fraction of a second…
‘Uh?’
After checking the faces of some of the soldiers, Harley immediately stopped.
And then Heinrich and the others stopped.
“Mr. Harley? Why all of a sudden···.”
Lee Se-ah, who was hanging on his back, showed a curious expression of hers, but she didn’t seem worried at all.
Anyway, they are the strongest people who can easily tear and kill even 30-meter giants, so how can they be afraid of only a few desert soldiers?
With Isea’s help, Harley dispelled the perception-deterring magic and stepped forward.
He was still wearing a robe to block the desert sand wind, so his figure was not fully revealed, but—.
“Hup!”
“Mmm!”
The violent pressure emanating from its large size and overwhelming body was enough to make the soldiers, who were obviously elite, stand back in tension involuntarily.
Of course, there were also those who flinched and watched him closely with their eyes narrowed…
“…That size is very familiar.”
“So is this creepy feeling. It’s much stronger though. No way···.”
“Harley? Isn’t that Harley?!”
Very coincidentally, we met again in the middle of the desert with a past relationship.
A trio of southern warriors got along with Harley, who was in the process of establishing himself in the northern part, and later became friends and subordinates.
It was the big King Lu, the hairy Turava, and the scarred Dao.
Harley threw off her robe and headed towards them.
hahahaha! You see this all over the place, friends! What are you doing here?”
“Harley, what are you doing here…”
“Right. I heard you’re busy walking around with the hero… Ugh? Wait, then, the person over there!”
“Hee! Misty! Misty! Come out for a second! Harley! The warrior!”
An unknown army encountered by chance on the way to Beorsen.
They are an anti-Valtheon faction gathered to punish Baltheon, who oppresses the tribes with evil tactics, and this 20-year-old woman named Misty who leads them…
“Hello. I knew someone was approaching, but I didn’t expect it to be the hero’s party. This too must be fate. My name is Misty.”
The daughter of the Warchief who ruled the South before Baltheon’s coup.
She is the granddaughter of High Sorcerer Morna, and she is also a disciple — the High Sorcerer.
