Chapter 886 – Heatwave and Meeting (4)
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─ Hairy hair.
I turned the bucket filled with the thread of faith upside down and shaken it off.
That many mana chunks were used up. And that was purely for the strengthening of our wives. If it’s a giant elixir, is it appropriate as a reward for winning the war?
“Heh, heh, hee… ♡”
“… Whoa♡”
Behind me, Fran and Nefertiti collapsed on the bed as if they had run a marathon.
‘Since I overpowered the female high school students in Hwagyeong with Nangjungjichu’s Yukbong, this is Hyeon-gyeong and Saeng-sa-gyeong.’
Dana, I, who raised Lalilura, shared this elixir with them as well. Mainly by the power of my Juji and rune magic engraved on my hand.
For them, my cock is the medicine.
“The world of sex is wide and deep…”
I erased the rune of ᛃ(Jēra) from my palm.
It was a rune that sucks mana and reinjects it, but it is difficult to use in battle due to problems with speed or resistance. However, it was very easy to use for wives who gave me liver and gallbladder.
Let’s call this magic [IQ Side Gigant]. It’s sex magic for wives only.
‘Dana and Lalilura are almost Mithril classes now.’
Since he is not a warrior, he has not progressed through enlightenment. Only mana increased.
However, unless it’s Henir’s offspring, those who hold the divine throne rarely lack strength.
If the amount of mana is sufficient, the foundation such as physical strength to draw out the power of the divine throne is also solid.
While holding back with steel-like patience that Fran and Nefertiti were tempted to have sex again, I handed them something like a dream.
“Everyone, eat this and rest.”
“… Sniff sniff.”
Nefertiti smelled it. It’s fantastic, but the grass smell is quite fragrant.
“… Herbal biscuits?”
“If I had a hobby of baking homemade cookies, it would have been the correct answer with a high probability.”
“Whoa, whoa… More like combat rations than cookies. What is this, Nor?”
I briefly explained to the questioning Fran.
“A potion that adds stamina.”
“Remedy?”
To be precise, it was a protein specialized for manatong.
It was a herb that specialized in quickly and densely restoring the soul that had been torn like a muscle fiber and enhancing its history.
“It’s a pretty good elixir. There is an anecdote that a soldier who had courage but no talent died and became a Mithril class by eating grass that was said to be the ingredient of the illusion.”
It is said to be an elixir whose recipe has been passed on since ancient times.
That swamp had enough vitality for the slime to grow into a transcendence monster. The harpies just flew Mandragora, isn’t it a place where the ingredients for this kind of elixir are likely to exist?
“Even if you just eat it, it’s a mithril class… That’s not the level of medicine!”
Fran’s eyes widened. It was understandable, but it was a very surprising sight.
“Where else did you get such an ignorant elixir? Wasn’t it until you came back?”
“I bought it.”
Nefertiti hiccups without changing her expression.
‘What is Giyeon? I have money.’
Flipping through my shopping list, I remembered what happened last night.
—This is an item the lord kept. It didn’t belong to him, so he couldn’t even dare to use it, but with the permission of the Senate, he was able to retrieve it from the enchanted treasure chest.
The battalion commander of the Azwishia Guards had summoned me and said so.
─There were eight eggs in total. I’d like to give it all to you if you deserve it… Since it was a hidden treasure after passing into the possession of the emperor during the purge, it is currently in the possession of the Senate.
This is what I heard as I was handed an egg in a box.
Because its existence itself was forgotten, it seems that the royal family didn’t even go into it.
Now it has returned to the head of state, the Senate, and because of that, it seems that the temporary lord of Azwishia could only use one tablet at will.
—The Senate said the rest would be exchanged for money. There is also the issue of war expenses and compensation.
─I see. Then sell me some.
—… Yes? No, that, this is 30 gold per egg…
─Thubble, it’s fucking expensive. Can’t you say yes with a cool deal?
─Now, wait a moment! Contact your home country!
Only today, after pricing and writing the contract, it fell into my hands.
It was 20 billion worth of shopping.
‘But it doesn’t seem very expensive.’
It is because the money that goes to and from Atlantis and businesses is basically three digits. Would it be like this for a public official who only raised his eyes while rolling the budget of the local government, or a idiot who made a fortune?
‘It’s true that the economic sense has become strange these days.’
How many elixirs are 20 billion? Cheaper than a warship!
In addition, the news is that the items on the shopping list have just arrived in various places. My subordinates will stack them inside the medals one by one, so you can take them out and use them later.
“Although there are quite a few Azwishians who handed over the 3 billion elixir as a reward.”
Anyway, so I bought as many as I needed.
3 billion Korean medicine each. But it seems expensive. How did you know that? The Pope of Pomonaism analyzed it in 10 seconds.
‘I’d rather not tell Fran and Nefertiti the price.’
The income of a master level warrior is roughly equivalent to that of a first-rate sports player.
The ransom is different, but it was about that much. However, they are unaware of their own worth. It is only natural that love worth 3 billion is burdensome.
Even if you know the price after eating and digesting it, you won’t be able to throw up even if you faint.
“Eat and rest. I’ll be shading for a while.”
“Ah, yes! I will eat well!”
“Yes. It’s polite to show thanks as an action.”
I went out after receiving their kiss on the cheek.
Tirshi has already given. Then it was Veronica’s turn. I went back to Loki once.
“Work is going down! Sister Odin! Things are slowing down little by little!! Heh, heh heh heh!Hee hee!”
“Loki. Take another bucket.”
Slave… Instead, I received another mana thread from Nue and moved.
I stepped into the room where our goddess was waiting, not the goddess of someone else’s house.
“Veronica, I’m here.”
“Have you come? You are later than expected.”
“Sorry. Have you been waiting long?”
“Nothing. About 10 minutes.”
Veronica covering the book she was reading. She had turned one of the spare rooms in the mansion into something like a witch’s biological laboratory and was waiting for me.
The most notable thing is the magic circle. I analyzed through Odin’s eyes and said.
“Can I sit over there?”
“It is. Isn’t it a combination of my master and my authority? You can’t be wrong.”
She flaunts her voluptuous breasts.
Veronica’s future knowledge cheat is volatile. After her authority is turned off, it disappears from her mind.
‘But not my eyes.’
I analyze Veronica’s magic with Odin’s eyes, pass it back to her, and interpret it again. This trick allowed us to speed up all magical research thousands of times.
This magic circle, which was born after skipping research funds and research time, was only for me.
“Ah, Veronica. Elixir here. It’s up to you.”
“Hmm?”
Having received her elixir, she twisted her head into a corner and poured it into her mouth along with the water from her water cup.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what?”
“It was given to me by you. There is no conclusion that you won’t get even a practical joke.”
“It’s a miracle drug. Because you’ve been having a lot of trouble lately.”
I also sat cross-legged on top of the magic circle and gulped down Azwishia’s dream.
Roughly convinced, Veronica rummaged through the inventory of medals shared by her family.
“You have obtained the requested material. Not too fast.”
“In a human society, many things can be solved with money. Really shit. Dirty, dirty.”
“Are you human too? Come on, do your best and go.”
She arranges the things she bought with her money. Things like last-minute dungeon drop items were melted and ground to settle into the pattern of the magic circle.
─Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!!
Listening to Brunak’s cry, to the inner world.
Upon entering the dream, a lump of flame caught in a prison of lightning entered my eyes.
“Peeeee!!”
I can understand Brawnak’s heart, which clings as if he can’t live because it’s hot.
Just in case, Surt’s mana, which had hot enchantments on my belly and Juji, was not absorbed by me and combined with the fragments of the soul sealed in the inner world.
“Beep. Knock it!”
“Yes, yes. This will interfere with your playtime.”
After petting Brunak’s snoring beak, I spread my hands left and right.
Talk to a lump of flame that has neither eyes nor a soul.
“My old professor said that. All medicines in the world are actually poisons properly used.”
Not even, but earlier than that. These were the words of a professor when I was a veterinary student.
Viagra for humans is deadly if eaten by small animals. It is only natural that the Jordan River flutters even when they consume only caffeine and alcohol.
In other words, all drugs that the body of living things cannot handle are poisons.
“Mana extracted from the soul of an old ruler. If it’s not poison, then that’s even weirder.”
The heart of Tonashillucatl is an exception, as it is part of the body, not the soul.
It is because the Wooshins we defeated were possessed by the monsters of Azteca, like the descendents of the stars wearing human skin.
How does Surt compare to that?
Since I pulled out the pieces of my pure soul, if I hadn’t been a transcendent master class, I would have received a fatal blow to my mind like a man who saw his girlfriend’s bare face for the first time during their honeymoon.
The soul has been extinguished, but Surt’s mana refuses to control me.
It had accumulated in the body like heavy metals and was not being absorbed.
But that ends here.
Wheein-!
The magic circle that Veronica placed in reality came to mind.
“If you get eaten, digest it calmly. Don’t be cumbersome.”
I cast my magic with my arms outstretched.
Bang-!!!
A dazzling heat wave broke out.
***
Henir lay down on a chair in the living quarters.
There was no one by his side. The number of creatures created by the power of the God of Resurrection is increasing, but they are still immature new chicks.
Now that the decisive battle is ahead, he is nothing more than a pawn soldier.
It was a harsh way of thinking, but not wrong. If you are concerned about damage and are going to emphasize the importance of life, it is right not to start a war in the first place.
As long as you started with your own will, you have to see the end no matter how unsightly it is.
From that day, from the day he abandoned all lingering attachments in the age of humans, with only his neck left.
“… Whoops.”
A smile came to his lips as he made that decision.
It was a sense of self-deprecation mixed with a sense of self-deprecation.
“It’s a rematch. It is common practice for a schemer who fails in a series of schemes to be decapitated.”
Let’s say it’s okay because the plan to cause chaos in human society was premised on failure.
However, Henir did not expect Nord to defeat Surtur.
No, I thought of the possibility, but I was convinced that it was a level that could be ignored.
This is the conclusion I came to after seeing myself hit by Nord’s fist. Even if Nord becomes more than three times stronger than he was then, he cannot defeat Surt. He would have a hard time even surviving.
As it should be, he overcame it.
It was far from annihilation, and it did not go through great sacrifices, and at least there were no injuries.
“An opponent who deviated from expectations this much… Long time no see.”
The power of Henir presents limitless ideas and inspiration, but does not guarantee the reality of those ideas. The feasibility and implementation of the plan depended on one’s own wisdom.
So he selected many, many inspirations, and right after his first paving stone, Surt was tossed the trump card. It is because he saw that even if Wisdom was activated, it would be a paving stone for victory.
However, it was meaningless as the first button, Surt, was taken away as it was.
‘Insignificant variables or maneuvers will rather serve as clues to my purpose.’
─Hey.
Henir, who was blindfolding the Prophet and thinking of a way to slit his neck, erased his smile.
A white shadow swayed behind his modest throne.
“It’s not you I’m waiting for, the ruined prince.”
The white shadow only swayed. But the meaning behind it is simple.
The answer was that waiting for other visitors was the same.
At one point, Henir, who was shooting fireworks behind the back of the throne, smiled coldly.
“Hundreds of years since I obtained Odin’s Throne. It must have been a long time for humans.”
—… …
“It seems like who they are waiting for is the same, but what they want is different.”
Henir approached the white flame and established his capital.
“Even though you know what I’m doing, you don’t show up here on your own, so that guy… Did you mean that the Nords were confident that I would win?”
—Having sunk to the bottom of the swamp, you still seek answers from the Prophet.
Sigurd put his voice into his shimmering alter ego.
─Is there such a lack of self-confidence? Fateful bastard.
“When you close your eyes, you only see darkness and yourself. So, how can someone who doesn’t believe in himself close those ‘eyes’? If you are afraid of the dark, you will not be able to dream of the future.”
─Damn it!!
The sword he swung cut white flames and cut all objects in a diagonal line up and down.
The shadow created by the magic formula was cut in half and disappeared.
Quarrrr… !!
One side of the island was cut sharply without being touched and collapsed into the sea. Henir, who cut down the precipice, muttered as he watched the sunlight shining through.
“Look. Sooner or later we will erase all the stars from the sky.”
