Chapter 461 – King of Beasts (9)
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─Kaang!!
Sparks flew in the dazzlingly bright stone chamber.
It was a spark that occurred when the knife thrown by Frank failed to hit Teltsuz, who had turned into black smoke, and was stuck in the stone wall. Failing to keep her in check, she threw all her remaining knives at the withered trolls, whose number increased to 10 in the blink of an eye.
“… Suck!”
Strength unimaginable in her slender arms raised her muscles and swung her arms like a darting arrow.
─Puppuppuppuppup!!!
It was a reckless throw that couldn’t hope for a hit, but her dexterity achieved a 100% hit rate by adjusting the coordination of her wrists and the timing of her finger release.
Nine of the alter egos of Heo Heo-sil who were reciting witchcraft grew a knife each between their foreheads, and the main body kicked its tongue and twisted its head in the air.
[Do not disturb!!!]
The troll shaman forgot all his sorcery and wisdom and let out a roar of rage.
The reason was that even Fran noticed.
When the sound from the other side of her stone door stopped, Tel Chizu opened her door with the spell of her alter ego. Fran was also concerned about the outcome of the battle, so she did not stop it.
But in doing so, all he could see was a large hole and the darkness visible through it.
Perhaps her husband, who has fallen from a height that no one else has ever experienced, fell over there several times in his life.
Fran had been overhearing his usual nonsense when he said that ‘falls are the fate of the sleazy’, but now she seriously wondered why not do something about it.
“──Suck!!”
Independently of his thoughts, Fran’s body acted.
She picked up a nearby rolling boulder and threw it at the flying shaman.
Losing all of her weapons was her last resort, but the power of her catapult could not be ignored. Nervousness quickly settled in Tel Tsuzu’s eyes, who had to deal with Sirona’s sorcery and even defend against her one-hit death-level check.
Kiyiying—!!
What made his nervousness even stronger was the sword that the purple-haired inferior species was forging.
There was not even a handful of life in the enormous light of mana, but his sensitive inspiration was aware of the wave of mana that occurred when Conand, sent underground, did not return.
That sword is dangerous
Even fish will drown if their gills fail.
The shaman’s sense that the troll’s regenerative power would not withstand it overcame his survival instinct, but his consciousness was directed to a different side than the crisis facing him.
[Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty… !!!]
With an impatient mind, Teltzz hurried the match.
To tell the truth, he intended to wait for the king to regain his true form and to shake off his delusion.
He thought that even if he was a strong warrior for an inferior species, he would not be able to defeat a king who had awakened to true power.
However, half of the command handed over to Horsha just moments ago was returned to him.
Rather than the pressure of having to control the subordinates of spirit and the burden of mental control beyond the permissible limit, the fact that ‘command has returned’ dulled Teltsuz’s reason.
‘Nor won.’
Fran noticed that too.
Although I couldn’t understand his words, it was clear from the look on his face that he cared for his master.
But there were also concerns. It had been a long time since her husband’s battle, which had been vaguely conveyed to her senses, had no sign of her ascending to the surface.
It was strange considering her husband’s personality. If you can afford it, he is the one who will run up to you right away.
Maybe even the worst ending.
The moment her thoughts went crazy, Fran’s eyes changed.
─Pat.
She moved her hand under her coat. Before Frank could fight Yerna, she ripped off the amulet of magic resistance her husband had made for her. It was a talisman that couldn’t block the troll’s magic, so it didn’t mean much or mana, but it was better not to have it from now on.
《Arise as God (Dd.F xa m nTr).》
By chanting only one magic, he created a golem arm that performed only one action.
─Boom!!
The rock golem’s fist struck Fran’s lightly leaping foot. Fran absorbed the impact that her magic resistance did not cut at all with the power of her elastic knees, and added her own leg strength to leap forward.
[Huh!]
However, Tel Chizu avoided the reckless charge by deploying her evasion and defense at the same time.
She didn’t fight back. It’s okay if she fails to charge. Tel Tsuzu put her full concentration on the sword of light that was certain to come flying in the gap she turned her attention to——so she missed the surprise attack from the rear.
“── 〈 Dominion of Permanent 〉.”
[──It’s so dark?!]
─Bad!! An ice coffin wrapped around Teltsuz.
[What, what——]
In the air, Tel Tzuzu, her limbs frozen, averted her eyes. In the troll’s night vision, light pink luminous bodies flickered.
“〈 Spread: Emission of Radiation〉!!”
─Kuhwaaaaa!!
The 10 beams bent and surrounded Teltsuz.
The arrow of light hit the teltzes that wrapped around him, forming a prison in an instant. Teltzzu’s screams were drowned out by the flying ice fragments and the shock that hit her body.
Of course, Dana wasn’t going to miss that opportunity.
[Look around, you persistent bastard!!]
─Wet love liquid!!
Rather than defeating Conand, the sword of light, specialized for countering the Undead, flew in. It was a magic focused on destroying her regenerative powers, enough to drive even Yerna’s alter ego, which she hadn’t been able to overcome, to a point where she couldn’t recover.
[Ahhhhh !!]
Blood spilled from Teltz’s eyes. His body split into dozens of black smoke.
─Quaaaaa!!
The clone that was forcibly squeezed out caught the pink beam of light with its body and face distorted like a specter and stopped. The slow blade of light passed through a place 10cm away from Teltze.
A corner of the ice coffin that had been shaken by the blow was disturbed.
It was a chance. Tel Chizu immediately threw his body into the empty space.
– Blame!!
And then, Fran jumped off the ceiling and got close to Teltzez coming out of the coffin.
[Oops… !!]
The sword of light plunged into the chest of the troll shaman who realized that the gap in the ice coffin was a trap. Fran grabbed the sword of light that had strayed and stabbed it straight through.
Fran, who had successfully combined with the party members, whispered coldly.
“If it’s that precious person, chase it down to the other world and bring it back.”
-If it were me, I would have done that.
Fran let go of the sword of light and hit Teltzzu’s face with the earthen golem glove he made to hold on to it. His face, sunken by the blow, swelled up in an instant.
… Pew!!!
The troll shaman, who had been assisting the king for decades, was unable to leave a single will and his head exploded.
Fran, who landed on the floor, ran to the back of the stone gate, not caring about her sore legs.
As expected, there were three people familiar with the giant puppet.
Veronica, Lalilura, and even Tyrsi. These were the party members in Sargadis.
“Veronica! Playing… !”
Seeing him passed out in the arms of the tearful Lari Lura, Fran forgot his words. In stark contrast to his sleeping face, a severed arm was propped up on his husband’s stomach.
Even after being cut off, the hand holding the spear could easily imagine how fierce the fight had been.
Fran lost his words in the moment of shock, then cried out in a fit of panic.
“Dana, Dana… Dana! Dana!!”
Despite the screaming call, Dana collapsed and could not answer. She fainted at the cost of squeezing mana to the limit.
Veronica patted her on the back, holding the franc that choked her throat as if her breath had stopped.
“Stop. Calm down, Fran. Even Dana can’t fix a broken arm or intestines. Don’t worry, I’ve been cured as much as possible with Tirsi’s potion.”
Said Veronica, putting down her wand. As the runic mandala extinguished beneath her feet, her franc chest seemed to snap in response.
“It’s okay, it’s okay… ? Right… ?”
Asked through her tears, Veronica nodded her head with her slightly swollen eyes.
“There is no limit to life. Didn’t Nord also say something about the elixir business? Sooner or later, the severed arm will be able to be attached.”
“… Ha ha.”
With her heart at ease, Fran sat down on the spot. And then a question came to mind.
“… How did everyone get here?”
“I bought and drank a lot of mana potions with the money I had, and even got sleeping pills and woke up waking up for one minute every hour. Thanks to that, I was able to find him passed out right away in my dream.”
“Sniff… We came as an escort. Veronica-san has used up most of her mana just to get here.”
Tyrsi also said while wiping her nose.
Ascertaining Nord’s condition, Veronica immediately decided to act. Of course, there was no point in coming to help him if she was alone, so she borrowed the help of the other two.
Veronica said, wiping the tears from Fran’s cheeks.
“I was aware of the situation. Even down here, there are ruins that can’t be explained simply. But it’s not more important than my husband’s health. Right?”
─Nod. When Fran agreed, Veronica smiled.
“Then let’s go back. It looks like we should go to that place called Alwyn for now… If you have tried this much, you have done enough. Let’s just take that troll shaman’s corpse and go back.”
Although she did not directly participate in the fight, Veronica had overworked her mana to match those she had fought.
Considering the side effects of sleeping pills that drain the body, a dangerous and delicate movement method like
Fortunately, there was ample evidence in these ruins. Fran sniffed his snot and nodded his head.
“Huh, I can’t stop. Well, I’m not as good as you, Fran, in crying underneath… “
Veronica smiled bitterly and wiped Fran’s face with her handkerchief.
─It’s empty. After throwing away her wand, I hugged Dana and said.
“… I will treat the son-in-law. To recover quickly, it would be better to replenish your stamina first. Instead, I’m sorry for the first meeting, but could you carry my daughter on my back?”
“Ah yes. Leave it to me…”
Lari Lura, who made a snorting noise, had her puppet, her puppet, carry her Dana on her back. After Shirona healed Nord’s wounds for a while, her group, who rested for a while, went up to the ground based on Veronica’s memories.
It had been such a long fight, but the sky was still dark. The moon shone brightly, casting light on the gloomy forest.
─Jerbuck.
Controlling her body as if she wanted to collapse, Fran closed her eyes in the puppet’s arms and looked at the two people who had fallen.
They were Fran’s beloved husband and really dear friends. Both of them had pale faces, and their complexion was not good, as if they were having a nightmare.
Silence reigned in the winter windy forest.
Fran looked up at the moon again.
“… It’s stupid.”
The words came out in a flash.
To tell the truth, Fran hated himself for being kept by him. So he’s been forced to insist that he can fight alongside you, and he’s tried to make it happen.
But can she really say that she has the skills to help him?
‘… It’s not like that.’
It just doesn’t get in the way.
I can only give you a little help from the side.
So it just doesn’t hold back. A person who has to keep an eye on their back is not a colleague. It’s just a loader. Whether it’s goods or enemies, he’s just an idiot who’s happy to help Nord with a little off his shoulders.
Franc once said to Nord. Show me the end of your dreams
But that was Fran’s wish, and at the same time, a determination.
Francesca Eight Linens she had, nowhere to return to, and nowhere to go to. Half a dwarf. A child who grew up and was thrown into the world after losing her parents due to malice and deceit she did not even know about.
It was the determination that she hoped would happen, that she would follow the dream of a man named Nord.
So, it shouldn’t be like this now.
Jureuk…
Blood flowed from her bitten lip, and Fran hastily wiped it away. The party walking a little ahead didn’t seem to notice, but it wouldn’t be good to worry unnecessarily.
The moon was no different from the day Fran had embraced her first love.
What has changed is herself.
──That’s right.
If there are things that should never change, there are also things that should change.
What must not change is the heart—— what must change is the method of conveying it.
Fran opened her lips at the flash of realization and drew something from her stomach with her tongue.
【──ᚨ(Ansuz).】
─Whiriririk.
Blessed with her birth, her hand moved instinctively. A small rune was engraved on Nord and Dana who were sleeping in the arms of the puppet.
“… I’m sorry, Nor. I think I will sleep a little longer.”
Kissing her beloved husband on the cheek, Fran laughed.
“So, have a nice dream with Dana tonight.”
The rune that conveys the heart connects the minds of the two.
As the furrowed eyebrows straightened, the closed mouth loosened. Fran let out her breath deeply, and she casually nudged Dana on the cheek before turning her back around and walking out in front of her.
