Chapter 551 – The White Winged Grim Reaper (7)
“Now that soul, the spirit core, is broken.”
Those were the words of Nefertiti.
Scratching her hair, I stopped what I was doing and looked back at her.
“Yes? A spiritual core?”
“… Core of the soul. The core, like the human brain and heart.”
Nefertiti pointed to the place where the Death Knight’s soul was.
“A curse covers it. In that state, no matter how much magic is broken, it is useless.”
“Curse… Are you covering it?”
Complicated thoughts ran through my head.
And just as it reached a certain conclusion, another realization passed by.
‘The weakness of the soul is hidden within the curse?’
It was. When I carelessly tried to destroy the spell with the spear’s exorcism, or when I broke the curse’s shell, the aftermath itself seemed to be sucked into the curse’s interior.
What if there was an important organ like the soul’s CPU inside it?
‘Fuck, that’s it!’
I pulled out the soul of the warlock I heard to trick Elizabeth.
The curse of silence was held as if to restrain the soul, so the out-of-body soul was in a state of unfocused eyes, like a person who had passed out. That is why the interrogation itself was impossible.
If you think about it, it was. When I extracted the souls of criminals, didn’t they all talk or resist while maintaining their original selves!
However, this was not the case with the slaves of Equinox.
If the soul was pulled out, it was just as it was pulled out, and if it was a Buddha, it was just swung around.
‘What if that enchanted tail appeared because it was captured that it was a spiritual core and things that could be grown were sealed away?’
I couldn’t tell just by analyzing the formula. Just because you know the structure of a sword doesn’t mean you know the vitals of the person being stabbed. Taking Nefertiti’s advice, I modified the way to lift the curse.
Carefully and accurately disturb the parts where darkness and negative mana are concentrated.
I had to accept the extent of the wounds in my soul that occurred. If you don’t follow immediately, you’ll have plenty of time to interrogate.
─Sukkak!
Scratched off the core of the curse. Originally, I was afraid that the soul itself would be destroyed, so when I cut the part I didn’t touch with a spear, something like a specter came out from the inside.
I even cut that off. You can think of it as open surgery. Just as cutting open a patient’s stomach seems crazy, but it’s an unavoidable step in curing a disease, the destruction of a curse is the same.
“Take it!!”
─Quad Deuk!
That’s how I got rid of the pit of the soul.
Even the pit of the stomach was not a vital point for the soul, as people would know. His chest was horribly split, but when the effects of the curse wore off, his eyes began to come alive.
—… It’s blinding. Is it a dream… ?
… Pop up!
Shaking his head as if he hadn’t woken up, the warlock noticed that his hand was translucent and widened his eyes. And he also found a chest open like a frog that had been sashimied alive.
He must have also found his own body rolling under him.
─My body… ?! Gee, what?!
“Finally succeeded, you bastard son of a bitch!!”
I let out a cheer and bound him with a rope made by transforming Beast Return’s mana. I wanted to give it a hit, but I gave up on the thought that I might attain Buddhahood the moment I touched it.
─Keah!!
He immediately threw his soul to the floor. The only ones who could see the spirit were those with aptitude for psychics, but the four extras were startled as if they heard the knocking and screaming.
Maybe this bastard was a warlock with some skill.
A soul with a strong or deep resentment is either visible or remains in the world like a ghost monster.
“… Oh I, I think I can see it too!”
Perhaps the curse that sealed the spiritual core had been lifted, and even Tyrsi pointed to the young warlock’s soul and shouted.
‘Or perhaps the fact that this is Niflheim has something to do with it?’
I guess that’s why other people can’t see it?
It’s funny that you can’t see souls in Hell, but… This psychic field is outside my area of expertise. Let’s not worry about it for now.
“Everyone. Could you please leave your seat for a while?”
I said that to my group and asked them to leave.
He looked like he was interrogating him, but he said, ‘Isn’t this bastard Psychomatrice psychic? If I coax you well, it must be very useful.’ My life becomes hard.
I’m too busy doing dimension shift research while hanging out with my wives. Good detective I don’t have time to be called famous.
“… Well, adventurers have a lot of secrets they don’t want to show to others.”
“Don’t take the butterfly. I will wait for you in Alfheim.”
It wasn’t difficult to persuade thanks to Tyrsi, who had seen me interrogating a 4-armed ogre who was said to be Horsha’s half-brother, and Nefertiti, who was somehow kind to me.
Somehow, the people were sent away, and only Tyrsi remained.
It was the name of needing someone to help me, but in fact, it was just because he was the most reliable person in the group.
As if he noticed my thoughts, Tirshi smiled brightly and said.
“I will be quiet during the interrogation. It’s a process I’ve only seen once, so hold on to your worries!”
“Please.”
I really like this nurse. I’m sorry for everything
Smiling shyly, I sat cross-legged in front of the Zapatrin warlock. It is also written in the Kojiki that foragers must sit like this.
The black magician was staring at me with an unbelievable look in his eyes even though he was making fermented soybeans with beans.
“Can you hear me? Bastard, I can finally ask you something.”
《… Breaking the curse, I can’t believe it. But don’t you think that you can even break my loyalty?
Aaaaa… !!
He recited a trite line, so I tightened the rope slightly.
《The bastard is going to take it right away, where are you bluffing, bluffing?》
Or are you deliberately provoking a quick search? If it was something like that, I used my brain, but it’s meaningless.
《I have no intention of torturing a bastard who is likely to turn around even if he strikes at it anyway, you idiot.》
I floated the mandala of runes. It is the rune of ᚦ (Thurisaz) that has now become the national rule of my interrogation course. The road light disappeared from the black magician’s eyes. To put it bluntly, it was crazy.
“Now, do you have the heart to answer?”
《… Hate. I will not betray my master…》
“Now the owner is watching. Report as usual.”
I induced his unconsciousness as if by hypnotic techniques. Quick and easy memory extraction isn’t bad, but it overworks the soul. It was right to do this now.
“Report… ? Yes, I must report to the master…》
When the rope was untied, the warlock knelt down and said,
《We
Just like
Or was that group just a group that had only that much value to him?
“What did you find? Oh no. Come on, what did you find?”
─Yes… Pharaoh’s Scepter… I found an ankh that seemed to be a counterfeit…
As I imitated Equinox’s way of speaking, the black magician, paralyzed by his reason, replied as if he regarded me as Equinox. Hehe. The effect is fucking direct.
By the way, an imitation of the king’s hall? Ankh?
‘… Ah, the cross of the sun!’
I forgot. Damn my memory level. Even during the college entrance exam, I was such a jerk that I went through high school, but it hasn’t changed even now, almost 10 years later.
《Kuhm. Okay. Where was it?”
—… An unknown guardian was hanging around, so we failed to retrieve it while attempting to kill the guardian. Because of that, the guardian stopped moving where the ankh was…
“No shit, hey! You’re looking after her.! Will you follow me?!”
I threw away the concept and jumped up and down in a mad mood.
Is it a true story about trolls, you bastards? I was wondering why I didn’t bring the Death Knight with me and put it in a different place, but I said I hit the first blow to the formidable enemy of the ordeal that I should have avoided in the first place?
‘Ah, damn it. Ah…’
I shook my head and let out a sigh and shook my throat.
Would a threat to kill a bastard who had fallen behind really work? We can’t help it, so let’s give up.
“Ha, fuck… Couldn’t you catch that bastard called Guardian with two Death Knights? No, can’t I catch it?”
─Ah, no. Can kill you. I’m just concerned about damage to the Death Knight…
“Mr. Pak. Not until Yaburi. Does your wrist fly off if you hit it?”
—… It seems like it would be difficult for us alone.
Oh, these assholes are real. Can’t you even clean up the poop they’ve packed?
By the way, if you can’t catch 2 Death Knights, Guardians are fucking strong. Can I delete it with the application of the wall piercing cheat? If that’s possible, I think it will work somehow.
─I’m sorry. Sorry. Please forgive me… !
I frowned and calculated the number of kills, but the black magician, who hadn’t even asked for his name yet, crawled with his head pierced. The way he murmured like a sleepwalker was full of fear.
Why is this bastard like this again? I asked as if tossing in a premonition of a sudden opportunity.
《… What was your name?”
—My master’s lowly servant, Gustavo…
“Oh yeah. Gustavo. Equinox——no, you were so frightened because you thought I was going to punish you, right?”
I asked, concentrating. It was a great opportunity to find out why these bastards followed Equinox so much, and maybe it had something to do with the purpose of the warlock named Equinox.
─Thump, thump.
A warlock named Gustavo hit his forehead on the ground. His voice was heard with a heavy echo.
─Please, Master… I’d rather die, but my son…
《… What about the son? What about your son?”
Are you asking me not to kill you? Equinox, he’s stimulating the family of these idiots.
‘Damn it.’
It couldn’t be.
The guys called
If these bastards showed that kind of loyalty by being threatened, our army friends who were dragged into the army would also give their lives for the officers, damn it. I have to say something that makes sense.
─Please, Master! Order anything! I’ll do anything, I’ll kill anyone, no matter what!
As I questioned him further, Gustavo raised his head crying. Those eyes were sorrowful, uncharacteristic of an evil warlock.
—So please, bring my son back to life… !!
