Noru， Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 527

Chapter 527 – The World of the Dead (5)

The battle of the strong is a battle of skill and mana consumption.

Corutus was forcing her attrition in the safe zone. Combat using hostages is because of that.

‘But, why? No matter how much hostages are put in front, it would be much stronger if the main body fights directly.’

Even if the Magic was modified, the citizens who manipulated it were just ordinary people. Even if he worked hard to the point of dying, his strength was not enough.

It’s obvious that fighting with black magic is stronger!

Like the Nords, Lalilura did not have the Eye of Odin or mastery of martial arts. She is not strong enough to be wary of enemies.

It’s much quicker and simpler to go out on your own to get rid of it. There is a possibility that it ended without wasting time like this.

‘… To make me kill a citizen?’

Corutus may have a grudge against the Nords for destroying the organization he formed, and may be seeking revenge.

If I kill all of those citizens, it will be an indelible stain on Nord’s honor and achievements.

‘──No, that’s too short-lived thinking.’

Corutus’ actions conveyed the thoroughness of the feeling of never failing, which cannot be seen with such a vengeful spirit.

She is on guard against Lari Lura, whom she regards as lesser than herself. That’s nonsense.

In other words, it must be that she is not the object of her vigilance.

‘… Are you wary of seniors who are not here?’

It’s obvious to the opponent that he’s not here, but the Nord is the only one who can make Corentus so cautious.

A strange conclusion, but well-deserved.

Whatever the method, Corutus discovered the Norse’s plan. Looking at the situation, there was no doubt that.

But, what if the positions were reversed?

‘Let’s think. Focus! Just like seniors always do… !’

Toukwagak—!! Lalilura avoided the mana spear and gritted her teeth.

In less than a month, Nord conceived a plan that would damage ‘S activity itself.

Wouldn’t those who are in the position of being affected more vividly realize the effectiveness of the operation?

‘And if she realized her skill at rolling the hair of a senior, of course she would be suspicious and wary!’

What do you doubt and be wary of?

That was decided.

‘Maybe we anticipated the possibility of a regular member of Appearing and prepared for a counterattack!’

That was the cause of Corutus’ prudence.

It’s too easy to imagine that someone with such a thoughtful plan never considered the possibility of being counterattacked by . From the standpoint of the victim, he had no choice but to be afraid of a counterattack.

‘That’s why I’m not directly involved, and I’m keeping the mana I spend for To a minimum!’

Feeling the ever-decreasing mana, Lalilura clicked her tongue.

To tell the truth——a trump card in preparation for a moment like this was in her hands.

Lari Lura pushed her shield aside to deflect her foes, recalling her words as she worked on Nordgar and Lemaire-Nile nobles.

-Think about it honestly. They also said, hehe, he’s the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings…’ … ‘ I searched for 2 or 3 people with the same crap, but now I won’t just send them away.

─If you were like me, I would cut out the successive inputs and gather all the remaining members and fight them all at once. Isn’t that a normal way of thinking?

—So, at the party venue, I thought I’d treat you like a servant so that they wouldn’t try to target you and Tirsi… Are you okay?

The answer was fixed. Ralilura and Tirsi said yes and allowed his insensitive treatment at a meeting with nobles.

The reason why he gathered excessive forces like the Church of Satis and Nefertiti must have been with the fight against the regular members in mind.

Although he didn’t say it himself, Nord may have been thinking of keeping his wives out of harm’s way as much as possible.

He doesn’t believe in superman or iron man. He had no faith.

So when his enemies targeted his wives, he didn’t even think he could stop it all by himself.

It wasn’t uncommon on Earth for a detective or cop’s family to suffer retaliation.

─Even if you are an Amman master, you can’t do everything by yourself. Look at you while I’m gone. How can I go to work without insurance and leave you alone in this dusty Bbangyappangya Land?

Therefore, there is a means of spleen.

It’s so simple that you can use it right away, and that’s how powerful it is.

‘Available time is only 3 minutes.’

So, what matters is the timing of using it.

Her eyes quickly scanned the battle.

Corutus must have expected a means of counterattack as well.

It had to be. How could he be careless after being killed by an opponent he looked down on? Controlling the hostages and driving Ralilura away was a ploy to get rid of defeat.

If you consume mana like this and become weak, it’s worth it.

Success if you kill the hostage or bring out the hidden means.

As long as you forsake humanity, it’s a strategy that won’t do any harm. Indeed, at the crossroads of extermination of her innocent hostages, Lalilura’s fingertips trembled with the tension and trembling she had forgotten about for years.

Could it be that the loss of concentration was a failure? At some point, the puppets surrounding Lalilura raised their swords.

It was a selection of particularly strong hostages, such as guards and adventurers.

If that number were to attack at once, it was uncertain whether Dana’s shield could be blocked by No. 5, which was reproduced as a magic circle. Even if it was blocked, the reduction in her combat power would be noticeable with Lalilura’s small amount of mana.

Kik-! Corutus said while pulling the thread.

〈… Good! Now that it’s like this, it’s a judge’s game!〉

Lalilura pulled the thread of mana one step too late.

If this happens, it’s a judge’s decision. There was no choice but to jump over the siege and hit the enemy’s main body with the secret weapon he had hidden.

That’s how Ralilura tried to open the hatch of Lingling 6.

─It’s so cool!!

A barrier rising from the audience seats covered the stage and some of the audience seats in a dome shape.

Jjwoong-!!

And as if waiting for that moment, waves of mana burst out from the crowd of refugees. Her ice pillars rose high, lifting those who stood there.

〈──Ice?〉

Corutus and Larry Lura let out her murmurs in conflict.

A high altitude that allows you to see the stage at a glance. Tircy, who was falling with Fran, asked, pressing down on her fluttering hair.

“Fran, is the height okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Fran narrowed her eyes and aimed at the hostages on the ground.

Knives were held in her small hands. The rune of ᚨ (Ansuz) engraved by Frank absorbed her mana and strengthened her magic.

“Whoa.”

Fran took a deep breath and raised Mana.

For a long time, she thought about what kind of magic she wanted as she touched the soil of the ruins and hit the sand of the desert.

It has to do with her aptitude for magic and the propensity of the wizard. Just as those who are not afraid of bloody battles do not want to learn defensive magic, magic that draws images is sometimes a miracle that expresses one’s mental world.

All miracles are based on hope.

Wish is a dream dream is the wind

However, no matter how big the dream was, the way to achieve it had to be modest and realistic. She needed to work on things that might not seem great, like getting a degree or being an adventurer.

Fran’s wish was one.

More, she doesn’t want to lose the person she loves.

She hated hurting him and seeing her family hurt.

A childlike, childish dream.

The happiness that the half-dwarf dreamed of when she was young, wandering around the world without her parents, was now in her hands. She is far more wonderful and wonderful than she wanted.

Then Fran, who has become an adult, had to protect that dream. She wished she could.

I found a way to keep my dream by adding flesh to my childish thoughts, thinking about it, thinking about it, and receiving advice.

A sandy wind hit my back. Fran ended his concentration for a moment.

Her arms glistened against the backlight of the sun.

─Suuka go go go go!!

The knives that flew like a shot were stuck at the hostage’s feet.

The only thing that prevented the attack was a few hostages who were not slow to defend and had excellent skills from the beginning.

It was an attack that I had no intention of hitting. It was good to miss. Fran whispered softly.

No more orders were needed.

“Now, I will help you.”

─Kwagwagwa!!

White sand soared as if a knife had pierced a water vein.

It was a golem that was all white like snow. Golems big and small spread their arms and were born beside the hostage in the blink of an eye.

─Puck, perseok!!

All sorts of attacks, such as weapons and fists, flew at the golems’ chests and heads.

The white golems accepted all of those attacks without resistance, while not being crushed.

There were no people whose arms were broken as if they had punched a stone wall. The golem’s body washed away their attacks like sand.

The hostages, trembling with fear and pain, widened their eyes. The golems embraced them like a mother hugging a grumbling child.

Whether it was a golem made with magic or a golem made with materials, there was a limit to its strength. Against stronger and more ruthless forces, it is crushed.

Then it became small and weak until it could not be broken.

Fran raised Rune’s mana.

About 2-3 months. It is not a lack of time to learn a new rune.

“──ᛒ(Berkanan)!”

─Whiriririk!

The white golem collapsed like sand, tightly wrapped around the hostage’s body so tightly that he couldn’t move a single finger.

Dirt that is born from mana. A rune that transforms mana. Combining those two spells.

However, it is not ordinary soil.

Looking at the sand of the desert, Fran realized the pliability of soil that does not disappear even if it is crushed. She witnessed the strength of the soil imbued with mana from the statue of the goddess holding sacred mana.

So she whispered to her husband.

─Is it possible to make an earth golem out of metal and give it mana?

The ancient civilization recreated by the Nords and mana granting technology made that attempt possible.

“.”

─Kaang!!

The sound of an anvil knocking announced the safety of the hostages.

The hostages being manipulated were wrapped in pure white metal except for their faces.

The golems that collapsed like sand turned into white metal, protecting people’s bodies like molds.