episode_0035

Since ancient times, it has been common sense to set fire to erase evidence.

I decided to burn this place down, considering that investigators would come here later.

‘The more you damage the scene, the harder it will be to find evidence.’

The reason I came here in the first place was to manipulate evidence and hit Elysia in the face.

It would be better to burn all traces to confuse the investigation.

So, I decided that it would be best to just burn it all down without any further thought, and called Daisy.

“Muyang.”

Daisy must have heard what I said earlier because as soon as I called her name, she drew a huge amount of mana into her body and turned it into flames.

I confirmed that the warmth of the flames was so strong that it melted away the countless blizzards.

He ordered Daisy to burn down the entire village.

Hurrruk!

As if spitting out the dragon’s breath, a huge flame covers the village and melts everything around it.

Just as I was somewhat amazed by the power that was incomparable to that of the lowest-level spirit, a strange scream was heard from far away.

“Keeek!”

At that moment, numerous chimeras begin to pour out from the building in the center.

Judging from the fact that there were only a few unlit chimeras, he realized that most of them were hiding underground and took out his mace.

As they approached, chimeras with human and monster body parts mixed together groaned in pain.

“Ah, ah, it hurts.”

“Save me… Save me? Please.”

“Save me, Mom. Mom.”

A herd of chimeras that looked to number in the dozens.

I frowned as I realized that those chimeras looked similar to the ones I had seen when I went to rescue Siren.

‘Were you conducting a similar experiment?’

Questions were running through my head, but I decided it would be better to find out the details from the inside, so I spoke to Lorraine.

“If possible, I’ll try to do it by myself.”

“Yes. I will only intervene when I feel it is dangerous.”

I nodded and looked ahead, holding the mace tightly.

I see things so bizarrely mixed together that I wonder if it is right to call them living things, all rushing at me with the sole purpose of killing me.

I looked at them and brought my mace down hard.

Wow!

The expression “crushed” is appropriate, as the moment the mace is struck down, it transforms into a giant lump of flesh.

If I was dealing with a normal person, I would have been terrified and stopped the moment I saw this.

The enemies didn’t even react much, perhaps because they were chimeras without any sense of reason, and just rushed at me.

‘It’s rather comfortable.’

While I was quickly swinging my mace and dealing with them, thinking that it would have taken ages to catch them if they had run away,

Suddenly, a question crossed my mind.

‘…Come to think of it, why do black magicians like chimeras so much?’

These small chimeras may be somewhat effective against ordinary people.

Since those who know how to fight to some extent are only in a position that is slightly stronger than the zombies.

I couldn’t figure out why it was made because the efficiency was extremely low compared to the effort and cost put into it.

While I was crushing the chimeras one by one, I thought to myself that I would never have made them if I were a warlock.

Suddenly, what Seriana had told me earlier came to mind.

-There is no case where they would grow it to that scale just to create a chimera, so I guess more advanced experiments are in progress.

The moment the term high-dimensional experiment came to mind, one assumption crossed my mind.

‘If what I say is true, then the warlocks are not creating chimeras for the sake of creating chimeras.’

I had a feeling that maybe he had tried to create something but ‘failed’ and created a chimera as a byproduct.

And since chimeras are experiments that mix humans and monsters… there was a very high chance that they weren’t normal experiments.

‘What is that?’

While I was thinking that I didn’t know, Daisy sent me a signal again, as if she had gathered me again.

I nodded at the signal, filled my mace with the power of the spirits, and scattered it around me.

Kwaaang!

A huge explosion is heard, and fires fly out everywhere, burning everything in the vicinity.

I slowly made my way past the chimeras screaming in pain from all directions and headed toward the building in the center.

‘Since no warlocks have come out, it looks like the main building is underground.’

It’s like dragging someone into a space that’s hard to escape from and then using all your might against them.

I snickered because it seemed obvious to anyone that he was just waiting to set a trap.

As I go down with that thought in mind, I see a large number of people holding weapons and blocking the passage.

Since it’s unlikely that warlocks would be carrying iron weapons, there’s a high chance that they’re not warlocks but rather servants or mercenaries.

“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot it! Shoot it, whether it’s an arrow or something else!”

I looked at the countless arrows and thrown weapons flying in front of me and was about to strike them down with my mace when Daisy, now in human form, waved her hand and burned them all with a curtain of flame.

“Crazy, crazy.”

“Does that make sense?”

“Call for support!”

The warlocks seem to be hiding in deeper places, and nothing that can be considered a threat approaches.

Seeing this, I squinted my eyes, realizing that the enemies were just throwing in a bunch of random people to buy time.

‘That means it would be better to proceed a little faster.’

I don’t know what you’re preparing, but if you’re pouring this much in, it’s probably not ordinary, so it’d be better to move a little faster.

As I was making that decision and trying to move forward quickly, I noticed that people in front of me were being dragged out, their entire bodies tied up and used as shields.

It seemed like they were trying to buy time by using the hostage as a pity operation.

I ignored them and walked forward, knocking down the heads of others.

They are advancing, beating up all the hostages, whether they are dead or alive.

The one who appears to be their leader threatens me while pointing a sword at the hostage’s head.

“If you move even one more step, I’ll kill these guys!”

I answered that calmly.

“Yeah.”

“So just throw away your weapon and… What?”

“Kill me.”

At my words, he paused for a moment, as if he was taken aback. I didn’t miss this and asked Daisy to scatter the fire in all directions.

The fire of the sun spirit that burns everything.

As soon as I saw the bodies of the enemies around me burning, I quickly ran out and struck the head of the one who seemed to be the captain with my mace.

Whadduck!

The sound of something crashing is so loud it’s almost cruel.

I pushed the captain who was falling to the floor with my foot and looked at the tied up hostages and spoke.

He opened his mouth, pretending to look sad.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure that Princess Elysia, who did this, is held accountable. ”

It was uncertain whether they would believe what I said.

If there is even one person who believes what I say, that in itself will be a seed of doubt.

I thought it would be a good idea to throw out a little bait, so I said that and let them go.

‘I don’t expect much, though.’

Still, I thought it was better than nothing, and watched the hostages crawling into a corner to hide their bodies.

*

By the time the blood had soaked through the hallway, I was able to reach a huge iron door.

Even at first glance, it looks quite thick, so it looks like there is something they are trying to hide inside.

After confirming this, I grabbed the mace tightly and lifted the line.

As we lift it up, a powerful mana wave bursts out from the iron door and a voice is heard.

[This gate is not only made of high-purity Marcheol, but is also surrounded by three layers of defensive magic. No matter how strong you are…]

At this point, I’m starting to wonder what they’re hiding.

Ignoring what was being shouted at me from the front, I walked forward with my mace firmly gripped and slammed the iron door down.

Kwaaang!

Even though he brought the aura down while pushing it into the mace, it didn’t seem to cause much damage.

I hear laughter in front of me for my actions.

[You idiot! Repeating meaningless things will only bring about meaningless results! Get out of here!]

Rather, it is because of this that I feel like I am being rude.

I resolved to hit it with all my might this time, relaxed my shoulders, grabbed the mace with all my might, and looked ahead.

‘I guess I just have to hit one spot to kill him.’

No matter how strong something is, if it has durability, it will eventually break if you keep hitting it.

With that thought in mind, I swung my mace hard.

Kwaaang!

A sound closer to an explosion than an impact is heard, and everything around shakes for a moment.

I felt Daisy’s power slowly entering my body, so I calmed myself down and swung the mace again.

Wahduk.

The thick iron door is starting to crack little by little.

[Uh… Huh?]

I heard the voice of the warlock who was panicking and then lowered my golden mace again and thought.

‘I need a stronger treatment.’

Is there no way?

There are limits to using Aura, so I was thinking of using Daisy’s power to solve this.

Suddenly, an interesting thought occurred to me.

‘Until now, I’ve been swinging the mace with Daisy’s power.’

I just thought that if I compressed this even more and gathered it in one place, wouldn’t the power increase explosively?

As that thought arose in my head, I poured all of my strength into one part of the mace.

Maybe it was because I was using too much force, but there was a momentary backlash and pain crept in.

Maybe it’s because I feel like I want to destroy everything in front of me, whether it’s pain or not, but the thought of quitting never crosses my mind.

At that moment, when I judged that I would not be able to handle the force I had been pouring into one place, I raised my mace and slammed the iron door down.

Whadduck, kwaaah!

At that moment, the condensed mana and Daisy’s power exploded at one point, shattering the extremely thick iron door.

When I was feeling a bit of fun at the strange feeling of the lump of anger I had been holding in being released.

A terrified voice was heard from ahead.

“Crazy, crazy.”

It seems like he’s the guy who was whining until just now that he absolutely couldn’t break it.

The moment I heard that voice, I moved forward, swinging my mace.