Chapter 943 – Robbing the Anthill (3)
The bright yellow pudding floating in the air instantly separates into three.
From plastic containers to plastic shells. Sephiroth, overjoyed at the sight of snacks with the same mass being copied, toddled towards Bam.
“Waaaaa!! Good job! Today, Sephy will give you two complimentary puddings!”
“Okay…”
Sephiroth carefully took a large spoonful of the peeled pudding and held it out towards the night.
Yoshino Pudding, priced at 1,500 yen per piece, obtained from Japan, a place known for its sincerity in desserts!
For Bam, who had only ever had dessert in his entire life, including the medicine that was sometimes given to him by working men, the top-quality pudding was tempting enough to make him forget even his fear of Sephiroth for a moment. I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut at the next word.
“Next is therapy training! Let’s eat this and cheer up!”
“…”
“Ugh, don’t you eat pudding? “Isn’t this really delicious?”
Therapeutic training. It may seem like a harmless word to hear, but Bam couldn’t forget the sight he had seen before.
Probably this time too… I’m going to do something that I don’t want to do.
Sephiroth stretched out his hand into the air. The eyelids of the night moved up and down once.
Ah.
No.
“Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“There must be another way.”
Despite the heartbreaking questions of the night. Sephiroth’s magic unfolded in his grasp.
-Boom!
When the sudden force of gravity came into play, the air flow suddenly changed.
The nun flew through the wide open door and rolled on the floor right in front of Sephiroth.
“Aaaaah!”
Did she catch her in advance, or did she catch a strict nun who was staying nearby?
-Boom!
Sephiroth’s innocent eyes turned to the nun. A hand stretching out towards the night.
In the direction where the infant’s white, glossy palm pointed, the nun raised her head and began to scream, without even understanding the context of her situation.
“Ah, kkkk. … !!!”
The magic weighs down the nun’s body without any consideration for her physical abilities.
A sharp groan began to pierce the eardrums of the night. A trickle of blood rushed through her joints, her muscles twisted, and her bones snapped.
“Aaaaah! Evil!!!! Ah, ah!”
Can’t you hear that scream?
Bam’s face hardened in shock as he looked at Sephiroth.
“Stop…”
“Now, treat me!”
Sephiroth mutters brightly while pointing at the nun lying face down in a pool of her blood.
The slight tilt of her head was like a sunflower turning her face towards the sun.
‘… How to do it.’
After seeing the terrible sight, Bam controlled the power flowing from her entire body and recited her prayer.
Making similar objects and saving a dying person are completely different stories.
It is absurd to teach a night and ask it to know ten when it does not yet understand what kind of conceptual power this power is.
-Smulsulmul.
How did the power of the night reach the nun? There was no particular reaction.
If your power is not to create something, but to create and change it. Wouldn’t it be possible to heal the other person?
The night that had somehow unleashed her imagination continued to struggle and let out a sad cry.
“Ugh, ugh!”
Her arms are tied, and her body is in a state where even her magic power is difficult to control, and she uses the unprecedented power of authority to revive a woman 5 meters away.
At best, it was impossible for Bam, who was a porter who carried magic stones.
The accumulated blood only occasionally trickles. Even if you use your power with all your might, nothing happens. Sweat dripped down from the tip of Bam’s chin.
“Ugh, huh…”
The nun cries as she stops screaming due to exhaustion. A feeling of guilt flooded her mind at night.
Even though she didn’t know the content, she was the one who accepted this training.
‘Sorry. Sorry…’
She had no idea that the kid who called herself Sephy could be so cruel and ruthless. Seeing the anxious night, Sephy shook her head with a dissatisfied expression.
“Ugh! Fighting, fighting! “You can do it!”
“… Ha, ha, ha.”
Her bloodshot eyes scanned the panting body of the nun. The night of overusing her power caused her to vomit out gastric juices from her empty stomach.
“Eup, uweeeeek.”
The poisonous gastric juice that had scraped up her esophagus overflowed her nose and mouth. The liquid droplets on her nose gradually turned red.
“Great, kehehe. Collock.”
No more. First, we must save this nun, even if it means begging.
As she thought about that, she looked at Sephiroth with tears in her eyes.
“Uhm… Do you need a little more?”
What do you need?
The night I turned my eyes, alas, as soon as I could barely catch my breath, people who had been drawn by Sephiroth’s magic came flying at the same time.
A nun and her priests are thrown at high speed like humans who fell from the roof of an apartment building.
“Ah…”
Sephiroth stared into the distance for a moment. She muttered to herself and spread her hands out into the night.
“Ugh, it looks like someone came. The night is fine! “I’m saving these people!”
Thirteen wooden figures in a near-dead state.
‘I have to do something…’
Night, cornered, once again began to gather its power with all its might.
* * * * * * *
-Parr.
Shiva’s ears flutter for a moment.
Shiva kicked her shoe on the floor and muttered to the bank while looking at the dark sky.
“…”
“Shiba? Why are you doing that?”
“No, just.”
Dad is coming. No, maybe it’s nearby now.
I wonder if the touch of the veins is telling me.
I could see that my heart rate was not just because I was nervous.
-Clap.
Just as Shiva was looking into the distance. The swordsman holding her weapon quietly approached Banks and asked.
“Everything around has been cleaned up. “If you just give me the order, I’ll start right away.”
“It’s not something to make a hasty decision. There is a good chance that the entrance is a trap, so after the inspection is complete…”
Ilsin’s power cannot be compared to Shiva’s. The bank had a private army to fill the infinitely shortfall in numbers and a high level of command.
The army of resentment, which attracted talent through the enormous capital power of large corporations, is a bloodbath compared to the level of the imperial family that went through the war with King Mokryeong.
There was no fear on their faces as they crossed the ancient tower.
‘Still, you must not let your guard down.’
How has the Church of Resentment been able to survive so far without being detected?
There may be a benefit to the countless companies that cannot be easily touched, but the biggest reason is the unique dimension that World Tree can create.
Analyzing the narrow dimensional gap is the only way to enter and exit the base.
Even if the infiltration is successful. In addition to having to engage in a long battle with the fully prepared army of resentment, they also had to deal with resentment on their home ground.
“However, we lost a few people during the fighting. If you don’t get in quickly… The opponent…”
“It’s okay.”
A small elite army was brought in, but in the end, the army’s engagement was only one of the small variables.
The most important thing is King Mokryeong and Shiva.
And a girl with a strange appearance that resembles Shiva.
“Please continue to wait until the results come out. Thank you.”
“Yes, princess.”
Ginkgo, who smiled lightly, hardened his face again and spread magical power around him.
Part of the Danjeon collapsed due to Lee Si-heon and was weakened to the point where it was no longer at full strength, but Ginkgo is the brain of the Tree Knights.
He was a brilliant general who generously saved everyone’s lives even inside the ancient tower where all kinds of monsters were installed in bad weather.
Even if he couldn’t be a Sephiroth or a Sage, he could identify magic, calculate some spaces, and even open a dimensional door with the help of a space wizard.
“…”
Ginkgo, who spread magical power as thin as a spider’s web, was deep in thought with Shiva behind his back.
‘It shouldn’t be a nuisance.’
It is safe to say that 90% of the force that went out to save the night was Shiba.
She is a girl with such explosive power, but aside from the powerless part, she relies on Ginkgo more than expected. This was a burden as heavy as a thousand pounds of gold for the bank.
“Sister.”
“… Yes?”
“I’m sweating a lot. “It has a unique smell.”
“Oh, yes. Haha. The weather is a bit hot these days. Hmm… “Do you smell that smell?”
“No. Well, it’s my favorite smell.”
What does it mean to like a smell?
The bank also has very little of its own taste, no… I know it’s quite unique, though.
“Ha.”
I wasn’t born like this because I wanted to have unique sweat glands.
Sometimes, when I went to see the emperor, I smelled a stench that paralyzed my nose, so my shoulders slumped for no reason.
-Sniff.
‘… I sprayed perfume hard.’
Well, I can’t criticize my father.
After hearing from her beloved younger sibling that she stinks. For some reason, I was embarrassed to even be with him.
“Wait a minute, I’m going to check the dimensions at the entrance. Please wait here.”
“Ah, okay. “Sister.”
Ginkgo, who was hiding in the grass near the cathedral, checked the magic permeating nearby and gently moved his nose to his armpit.
“… Ugh.”
I guess it’s because she smells like herself. I don’t think it’s that serious.
Do other people find this smell irritating?
“If this was going to be the case, maybe I should have brought a little more perfume…”
From behind the bank, which was muttering to itself, a familiar male voice was heard.
“Why?”
“… It smells… “Wha!?”
While trying to answer calmly, Banks, in a fit of convulsions, curled his fist and stretched it behind his back.
The pitch-black human figure snorted and dodged the bank’s fist.
“Oh my. “Why are you doing that?”
“King Mokryeong, when on earth did you get here…” !”
“Because I like my nose. The smell of the bank is so strong.”
Ginkgo, who was blushing and full of mixed emotions, blushed uncharacteristically and gritted his teeth.
“Well, it doesn’t smell that bad!!”
“It is usually difficult for the person in charge to entrust his/her own behavior. Don’t worry too much though. “It’s my favorite smell.”
“… Ah, ugh, ugh. See profit. “One by one.”
After Shiba Inu, he declared that he likes the second smell.
How can this guy’s father and daughter say the same thing?
Siheon glanced at Ginkgo’s armpits, where the fascinating sweat had evaporated and was emitting a unique pheromone, and then shrugged her shoulders.
Bright pink armpits that protrude like ripe seashells.
“Does it sound like a lie?”
“Shut up, hit.”
“I can stick my nose in like a dog.”
“… So shut up… “Please shut up!”
Ginkgo, who was wearing the outerwear he brought with him to hide his armpits, glared at Siheon with an embarrassed face.
“What are you planning on making me…” … !”
“It’s not that I have an ulterior motive, but the destination is the same anyway, right? “I came here to give you some coordinates, so you don’t have to go through all the trouble.”
Coordinates.
Could it be that you have already interpreted the dimension of the denomination?
This means that high-level scholars are putting their heads together.
‘Is he a wise man?’
Or bluff? The possibility of it being false information could not be denied.
Siheon read the suspicious expression on the bank’s face and directly recited the coordinates in a blunt tone.
“There will be no errors. “If you apply it, you’ll understand right away.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Don’t suffer in vain. If you guys go in, I can reduce unnecessary murders, right? “Unlike you, I’m alone?”
You’re acting alone when you’ve come to overthrow a power. It’s absurd, but the being who could do that was King Mokryeong.
“…”
“You have an unpleasant face.”
“… Of course.”
“What can you do if you’re in a bad mood?”
“I feel bad because there is nothing I can do.”
“I see you are healthy, seeing as you talk back. Anyway, I will go first, so please follow me.”
What is your intention?
Lee Si-heon, who had messed up Bank’s stiff hair, kicked off the ground and stood up. The king completely disappeared in front of the princess.
-Boo!
Quiet movement with no wind blowing.
Banks, unable to follow Lee Si-heon, who had completely disappeared, couldn’t hide his anger as he held his pounding heart.
“… It’s annoying!”
Princess No. 1: Anger.
When Lee Si-heon approached him playfully, rather than being frightened by the king’s majesty, he slowly began to hate each other as an individual.
‘Ah, ugh, ugh!!!’
So. What can a bank do?
Clenching his fists. The best thing to do was to stamp my feet in my seat.
